A little scribble with no ending

Sometimes I wonder by going home would it be a better thing to do though it would be like losing a personal battle to choose comfort above anything else.

Back home...

A typical weekend could be hanging out with close friends having a chat over coffee and cakes in the alfresco shielded from the baking summer.

Or a tan by the beaches in Sentosa.

Or roller blading by the endless stretch of East Coast Park. Stopping to have an ice cold sugar cane juice with lemon by the hawker mid way. Enjoying the nice warm breeze congratulating my efforts.

Or evening meals with family, being adventerous, trying out all sorts of cuisine.