Deepavali this year was a bit different. My family decided to come down to KL and spend the weekend with me and my sister instead of us going back. So knowing that both of us won’t be back anytime soon, mum packed tonnes of cookies. Of course i was delighted but then again, this is the only time of the year where my face looks like the moon crater. Chocolate cookies, jam tart, murukku, mixture and many more contributed to the attack of the pimples -_-” I don’t face the same problem during CNY. Maybe because kuih kapit, the turtle cookies, etc can hardly do anything
This is the second room. Each room has it’s own tv so none of my sibblings nor my parents bothered watching tv programs in the hall. Berjaya Times Square has always been the place where my parents would stay if they ever came down to KL but this is the first we stayed on the left wing which oversees Pudu Jail -_-”
That night Lingster was suppose to meet up with her Singaporean colleagues over at Sky Bar. So being a gentleman, i accompanied her
actually i was forced to follow. I have never been to Sky Bar so i took this opportunity to tag along.
The concept is similar in many ways to Luna Bar. For instance having a swimming pool in the bar area. The swimming pool actually functions as the Hotel’s swimming pool by the day unlike Luna Bar. But what ever it is, having a swimming pool in a bar is brilliant
I forgot to mention that the roof is as such where it isn’t covered. So basically when it pours, the people sitting nearest to the pool will be affected and in this case, we were -_-” So we had no option but to find alternative place. No no not alternative sitting place but a different bar all together.
So we headed to Asian Heritage Row and walked into one of the bars.
Mind you, i am not a heavy drinker. More like a social drinker and a social drinker that only takes one glass Lingster’s Singaporean colleagues definitely can drink, not sure if it’s cheaper over here or what but they ordered three bottles of Chivas -_-” After gulping down the first glass, i kept drinking Coke and thankfully the colour is the same so no one bothered to ask me to drink more of Chivas.
I was so tired that i ended up sitting down in one corner and watched whatvever football match that was on tv. One thing of this unknown bar was they played good music. It wasn’t those thrashy songs that you get in typical hardcore pubs.
…and that’s how I spent my Deepavali weekend ….