at my 23rd long, bubbly, droning fart, i looked apologetically at Ravi and explained, “irritable bowel, sorry.”
to which he replied, “humph. don’t you blame it on your bowl.”
here are some of my favourite moments from Singapore.
silhouette of Boat Quay.
at the Asian Civilisations Museum, by Boat Quay. i love it there.
my prayers are with he who cleans each and every spike and window of the Esplanade. it doesn’t look as much as a durian as it does painful.
searching for bunga rampai at Geylang. for my bro’s engagement to Nuril.
she was a grumpy lookin’ lady, but that’s not why we didn’t order from her. check out her blingblingbuhbangles.
rough cut. putting together the ring at the ringmaker. because i no longer believe in commercialised jewellery shops.
how the ring was presented. cage not to be taken symbolically.
he called out to me. with his blue curls and sausage lips. and i crumbled. and bought him.
i love my nan’s kuah lemak. saturated fats don’t bother me.
tempura ice-cream. not for those with sensitive teeth. or for those with sensitive teeth who don’t mind a little pain.
she won’t confess i’m adopted. my momma, happy momma’s day, momma. eye lub ewe.
*raaarrrr* at Carnivore, Vivo City. pigging out on Brazilian churrascaria. he has one false tooth in front. a big prize is in store for he who guesses the right tooth.
pink is the new blue.
walking through civilisations.
if Sheela isn’t pretty, i don’t know who is.
Sheela and Priya scribbling in my redbook as we wait for my new biometric passport. we also made friends with a 10 year old kid called Alvis. his dad loves Elvis. but Alvis doesn’t care much for Elvis.
Priya and the soffiato to die for.
Sum, wondering where Alyx is. because she’s always, always late.
meet Alyx, the Serial Latecomer. me, looking positively like a char siew pau. and Shera in navy.
Hans and Jay, stark sober on watered down drinks.
movin’ it at Movida, St James. Joy and i, all shiny and tingly with perspiration.
Shana groovin’ it on. he has a very, very, very good ass.
Shana’s Alley with my Charlie.