It has been quite a week.
Three parts late nights, four parts alcohol, equal parts of food and friends, and generous dashings of hustle and bustle. Seasoned generously with self-discovery, skepticism and liquid laughter.
B's birthday dinner at Sushi Tei on Friday night, followed by drinks at Villa Bar, and late-night sweets at the 2am Dessert Bar at Holland Village. And my final birthday gift box had:
- Leather Macbook cover
- Singlish dictionary
- Bus and MRT guide
- Myojo cup noodles
- Maxim (not sure if it was a mistake!)
Sleep eluded me that night, and I was drained, to say the least, when I flopped into my own bed the next morning. I jerked awake a couple of hours, and made an impromptu decision to head to the beach with Erwin instead of barbecue-shopping at Carrefour with the Frenchies.
Contemplating life while nursing our cocktails on km8's deck chairs.
With nature at its most spectacular before our eyes, and a wedding party ongoing in the bar behind. Sometimes, the secret to all-too-elusive contentment lies in going back to the very basics of beached-out blissed.
The mornings may seem too long, the afternoons too hot, and the nights too cold and lonely. But there's something about the golden light at sunset that makes everything negative seem miniscule in comparison. Jem calls it the magic hour. Indeed.
And then it was back to the city for B's birthday barbecue, and my startling realization of just how many French people there are in Singapore.
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