After waiting beside the concierge for half an hour, going to Sephora, taking a bus to Valley Point and stuffing ourselves silly at Kuru Kuru, I finally take out the DSLR from my bag and tell Mag, “Let’s explore.”
We first walked towards the condominums in the distance, crossing long, empty, narrow streets; we came at a junction and decided on a direction: we kept walking, beside the stylish apartments, the streetlights, before chancing upon a canal, flanked by new walkways dotted by lights fitted into the wooden planks: the canal was deeper and wider than any other I’ve known, and the waters were dark but still. Trees lined the walkways, and the back gates of estates: we chanced upon marshlands, vines, perching dragonflies, strange pavements, tufts of tall bamboo, a strange pond that looked as though someone had torn the tiles apart, a slit in the earth. An alley, devoid of light, scattered with dried leaves; in the distance, over the trees, a building towers over us, uncompleted and bare, a skeleton that loomed over us, tempted us.
My poor camera tried to capture as much light as possible.
HAPPY 21st, MAG!
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Last night I ended up going home around midnight as well. The Ceriph guys decided to hold a steamboat inviting their past contributors, and I went along to Goodman Arts Centre, with Naomi as my +1. The food was great, and I could be myself, spilling green tea all over my shorts and legs while we chatted over random things.
Naomi left at around 9.30pm, cos she had work the next day; alone I sat on the butt-numbing inverted bin they used as stools, as we watched an issue of Wholphin, my jaw agape at the perplexing arty-fartiness of it all. The Delicious really ought to be renamed The Colour-Coordinated Mentally Ill.
yam.
