On Monday, Erwin copped out on our morning tanning session for more sleep and Mcdelivery, so we met for lunch at Bon Gout, this quaint Japanese bookshop/cafe at Robertson Quay that I've wanted to check out since I first saw it years ago. And that night, his long-time friends finally met his uni cum india-survival pal, over more Japanese food. Yakitori this time.
That night, I stayed up late looking over photos of my Europe trip, reading one too many chapters of A Thousand Days in Venice, and chatting with B. He calls the picture of our coats in the previous post "the small universe we were living in" for the six weeks I was there. An utopian universe, I think.
Due to the late night (or early morning if you prefer), I had to drag my arse out of bed to meet Ern for our Johore day trip. Turns out the trip was worth all that dragging, as I got to eat authentic Penang laksa, watch a cheap and yet-to-be-released-in-Singapore movie, and score myself some pretty good buys. And it was my first time in Johore! Ironic 'cos of all my traveling I know, but better late than never!
Playing pass the hat. Erwin and I finally headed to Sentosa for some sunshine early this morning, before meeting Charlene for ice-cream.
Sarong, beach bag, straw hat, bikini. This I've decided, is the essence of my life.
I'm not exactly in the chirpiest of moods right now. A bad cocktail of hormones and a non-confrontational past. Will be good after sleep.
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