Same ol' places

Best fren and I have been promising to bring each other to some unique restaurants around Singapore that we've discovered with other frens, tried and really liked - be it for the good food, quiet ambience or sometimes, the atas factor:P

This, despite the fact- that we never make it to these places together. Nor manage to bring best fren 2 to these places when she's back. Instead, whenever we meet, we end up plonking ourselves in unadventurous cafes or any convenient eating places away from the crowds and not budging from the place for hours once we are settled in.

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For those in the know, I have had to double up as a tourguide of sorts the past few wks- to bring my teamates around Singapore. And earnest/anxious for them to have a good impression of Singapore, i've been trying to recommend and bring them to restaurants with the nicest ambience, bars with the best drinks and live music, clubs with the most happening crowd and of course sedap food all around town. Because surely, award-winning, pricey, exclusive equals impressed, satisfied, happy?

But after the past few weeks, I've realised that for all the glam factor (though definitely not on the pocket), nothing beats my exhilaration when Friday nights comes and the weekend beckons...

Where the meeting time are not confirmed
Where msges are furiously exchanged last minute to change venues and announce late arrivals
Where greasy food's forgiven cos there's too much to catch up, whine, complain, reminisce and imagine
Where sentences peppered with ehs, lahs and can can are effortlessly spouted and understood
Where...
I'm meeting my old friends.

So, for me at least,
It's not about having a whole slate of activities- half the time, we end up only chatting and nothing else. No movies. No sentosa. No night safari.
It's not about the posh places, exquisite food, vintage wines or colourful cocktails.
No iggy, xi yan, mezzanine or sangria.

It's simply, the company and familiarity.

It's the weekend once again. Smile:)

Third Party

It's stood, between me and

-The beautiful game, which comes only once every four years. I missed every single match, including the much anticipated finals yesterday.
- Exercise, which I skipped though it's much needed considering e amount of greasy food and late night drinks I've been downing
- Work and study which I decieved myself time and again that I would attend to...tomorrow.
- Movie climaxes, which I took my eyes away from
- Catching up with frens, some of whom I haven't met/talked to/updated for a while
- Mng and Zara sales, which has started weeks ago- definitely too late by now to find any gd buys
- Blogging, and completing several half written drafts into posts

In the past, I would defy it, rebel against it, fight it and win the battle.
Even though it means a difficult time the next day, the next week.
It was totally worthwhile to defeat it.

Nowadays, I'm just too powerless in resisting its temptations.
Too hypnotised by its alluring presence, succumbing to its persistence.
It's the age- that i sacrifice watching soccer finals for it.
Giving it first priority
Devoting 'prime time' to it
And yet, it feels as if I never seems to get enough of it


The eyelids droop, the head nods
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz


SLEEP- the no. 1 THIRD PARTY in my life