Breathless in anticipation

1 02 2012

I CONSIDER myself quite fortunate for having my “couple” friends – I don’t mean any particular two, but rather my closest friends who happen to be couples, married or otherwise.  These people take care of me, love me, are generous to me, and take me along on the ride of their lives.  That sounds like I may be in the running to be the international symbol of the third wheel.  I don’t mind the least.  And frankly, I couldn’t care less about what other people think.

A couple of weeks back, I had to yank myself from a very busy evening at work just so I could make it to dinner with one of my – there’s that expression again – “couple friends.”  We’ve been exchanging text messages the whole day about this “something” they needed to share with me.  I was really busy and feared there was no early way out of work that I came close to begging to know what was up.

But they were firm with their resolve that the news could only be shared in person.  And over dinner.

So I made it to the appointed time and place, ordered my usuals of clams in miso soup and tons of steamed Japanese rice, grabbed plate after plate after plate of sushi and sashimi from the conveyor belt to my left, and patiently waited for the news.

Let me just say that I was so glad and honored that they chose me to know about it first (outside family).  And that they wouldn’t hear of any of my excuses that it was okay to just text message me about it, but rather insisted on a face-to-face sharing.

Sometimes, hard as you try, you will never know the exact moment when your friendships are formed.  But as it with my “couple friends,” I at least can recall the highlights, the punctuations, the otherwise-passing-split-seconds when our friendships are reinforced.  Sometimes, having me emcee their wedding reception sort of cements it (Haha!) – but it is not a requirement.

Sometimes, adversity beautifies it.

I am single and alone in this city.  I’m thankful for having my “couple friends.”

Clams in miso soup




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The Best Hotels 2012

1 02 2012

APART FROM the unapologetic propensity towards gluttony, my ultimate weakness among the deadly sins, it is my shamelessness at writing notes that this blog has really put to fore.

Of course you already may well know that I leave notes for chefs.  But what I may have not mentioned here yet is that after almost every stay at hotels, I would leave notes – for the chambermaid, for the guy who would bring me ALL the local papers every day, for whoever would attend to ALL my requests at the breakfast buffet (I would be very exacting about my omelet and my bowl of noodles that I wouldn’t consider myself simply as “culinarily” high-maintenance but actually bordering on difficult sometimes.)

There was this one time in 2011 that I felt so overwhelmed about how well I was treated at this particular hotel that I ended up not only leaving notes to the staff, but writing a review about them on

Last week, I received in my Gmail inbox an alert from TripAdvisor saying that this hotel has made it to the 2012 edition of their “Travelers’ Choice, The Best Hotels.”  I haven’t really gone through the exhaustive list but I think it is a top 25 roll.  And in Singapore where there are a lot of boutique hotels, and not just the big international chains, that’s saying a lot.

I think congratulations are in order for the Royal Plaza on Scotts.  And I think, my hankering to go back and brewing intention to do the high tea buffet (at least) is most warranted after all.

TripAdvisor lists the Travelers' Choice for The Best Hotels, 2012.


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