It's the highs that make life worth living-
Or perhaps, it's the highs that make the lows worth living through.
The stunningly perfect Sundays,
Driving down Angsana-lined roads, past colonial houses, windows down, aviators shielding last night's eyes, singing along to Afterlife's Sunrise.
It's simply sublime. Almost like one of those rare Melbourne summer days.
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Last Friday I found a quirky piece of Singapore.
Walking down Arab St, wandering into shops selling Swarovski crystls, in search of feathers for a theme party. There were fuschia ostrich feathers, delicate laces, cheongsam trims, tassels and so much more. I could have spent hours trawling the wares. We had lunch at Cafe Samar on Baghdad St. It was a sleepy afternoon, and we were left alone with our falafels and tabouli while the service staff went to the mosque. The menu (Syrian/Middle Eastern)was interesting and well-priced, the food was not as authentic as I'd hoped, but the ambience was brilliant. It felt as if time had stopped, and we were sitting, amongst persian rugs and ornamental gold tiles, watching the lethargic world pass leisurely by.And I'm told it's also a great place to unwind and smoke sheesha in post-club hours.
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