As I walked into the hotel lobby, quizzical looks were thrown at me. I wasn't sure if it was the clothes I was wearing - I was wearing a jacket over my t-shirt and three-quarter pants, and carrying a backpack, looking like a backpacker - or if I appeared as a little girl stepping into the hotel at the late hours alone. I headed straight to the reception counter which was facing pretty curtains of stringed of shells. The guests at the lobby all appeared either business-like or sophisticated, which made me feel a little out of place. But, the warmth and friendliness of the receptionist who attended me was reassuring.
As I walked into the lift, I tried to figure out the floor I was supposed to be heading. My room number was 2120 and I had thought it to be on the second floor, which I pointed out aloud to a lift of silent guests as the lift was shooting up to the 22nd floor. I wasn't exactly paying attention to the receptionist who had pointed out the numbering system earlier, which I then vaguely remembered. So, silly me, the room is on the 21st floor.
The deluxe room is impressively spacious and tastefully furnished. I like the colour choices of the cushions and the designs of the lamp covers. And, the flat screen is so humoungous that I actually got frightened watching it all by myself and switched to the channel switching mode for a smaller viewing area. Sheraton was thoughtful to add a welcoming message on the tv screen with my name personalised. I took more than 15 minutes absorbing the interiors of the room as I went around to take photos.
Unfortunately, I failed to relax as I had planned to. The bed is so comfortable and the pillows are wonderfully soft but I couldn't sleep until 6am in the morning. I wanted to soak myself in the bath but thought about the amount of water I'd be wasting and opted against it. I was worried about the exam but I couldn't concentrate when I tried studying. I was worried about the one month I am left to finish up all my work and the supposedly exciting holiday plan that is coming up, which I am now having mixed feelings about.
The room is wonderful and I do think that it has managed to make me feel as comfortable as I possibly could with my uncontrollably troubled state of mind.
Spacious lobby that leads to the bedroom, bathroom and dressing room
Study table furnised with travel, audio and tv adapters. I am not sure if you can actually connect your computer to the flat screen.
The bathroom
Bathtub
Shower cubicle
A room to keep your clothes with ironing facilities
More clothes/shoe compartments
A painting of a turtle facing the bed
Donate a dollar to UNICEF when you check out
My in-room breakfast, egg benedict with beef bacon and hollander sauce, which I decided to have instead of the breakfast buffet
After the exam, I grabbed a bite at the Pavillion Cafe in the hotel while I waited for D to get me. Listening to the jazz music and sitting on the three-seater couch made me relax as I mentally went through the list of to-dos left to be done. I laid my head on the couch and noticed the ceiling. Thought, I'd just snap a photo.
Quiet and nice, Pavillion Cafe
D didn't want to be caught in the traffic as it was building up. So, I was instructed to meet her elsewhere instead. Got myself a cab and saw Tune Hotel as we went passed. Tune charges about 50 Brunei dollars a night if I remember correctly and I was going to book Tune until I read several unsatisfying reviews online including one that suggested that the hotel is haunted. Just yesterday, J told me that she's heard from another friend that it is haunted. The plus point about this area is that it is 5-minutes walk to the nearest mrt station and it is located about 5-minutes walk to the Asian Heritage Row where the clubs, bars and bistros are if you are into that sort of thing.
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