Picnic Basket

… last-night-at-home-igitis.

 When I can never decide whether it’s better to stay up as late as possible, drinking in the comfort of the yellow couch and the comforting sight of my old books and purply-pink walls and little knick knacks - or to sleep and make the most out of the comforting bed and quilts and air-conditioning.

And on last-nights, I almost always stay up in this dilemma.

I think it’s time to return to the comfortable bed that has been mine since like secondary school.

I hate last-night-at-home-igitis. 

Is to cook risotto.

Tonight’s menu:

Hunter-style chicken

Mushroom risotto

Verdict: An overall 8.5/10 yum

open sandwiches

wine

cheese + dip

salad

dessert in the fridge

two very contented people

but Raymond Lam is simply too 帅 la.

How to live without them?

Met up with a very dear friend from Form 6 tonight. Over dinner and drinks, we caught up with each other’s lives, recounting the other friends, the men, the good, the bad, the ugly of the past 5 years.

And I felt 20 again.

Every girl needs at least one friend like this: One who knows you as much as you know her, one that you can just catch up with anytime, after any period, and everything still feels the same.

I sure did. In one breath …

Churrascaria/good wine/good food/better company/St James/funky live acts/staying awake for 24 hours/dancing the night away/sleeping in/sleeping in more/Holland Village XO fish head beehoon/and too much food/with really good company/One Rochester/dragonfruit martini/and plans for Sunday breakfast

And Wednesday has just ended. Decadent, we are.