Our Last Days in Singapore

We woke up the next day groggily. At least I could sleep today. I planned to go to Arab Street to meet other friends, but we had brunch first at a place near Vi’s home. I guess fancy-swanky coffee is invading Singapore, too. We then had lunch at Sari Ratu on Arab Street. Jesus, I missed this place. I over-ordered and ate and checked whether Bhai Kadai was still open but was too full to eat, so I went to om. I have seen this before but have never gone inside. We sat down, ordered kiwi tea, and dissected our love stories. Jesus. Why, oh why, is love so freaking hard?? Whyyyyyyy… we started getting extra emotional, with lots of anger and yelling, and there were headaches and tears within the few minutes we sat down, which crept the waiter away.

I also asked Vi to buy me the tapestry. The price was lower than the one I saw in the hippie place in Melbourne, like five times cheaper, but it’s not as pretty, not even close. So should I go for it or wait since we are going to India next week? Even if it’s just for a weekend. It’s funny how I keep going to India for a weekend for my cousin’s wedding.

Baby Peach gave me a mug, Vi gave me a tote bag, and Rachel gave me a beautiful painting of Uluru.

We had the pact to meet next year in China or at my wedding, though I am hoping China will happen, too, as I don’t think I can be just one of them at my wedding – look at me talking about a wedding.

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