But why not.
Headed down to the final night of the Singapore Night Festival with the sister.
Trying really desperately to capture my ever-changing hair color.
And headed back to the same HDB installation!
Got our photos printed and headed off to dinner.
Me and the sister got severely disappointed here because we went to Alt-Topia on time, for the poets-turned-prisoner installation and they were still taking poem orders when we were there, but we were directed upstairs.
When we learnt that poem ordering was downstairs, we rushed down only to find that the booth has closed. It was supposed to close at 1am so I asked what gives, very very nicely, only to be told they ran out of fucking paper.
Are you fucking serious, you close because of supplies?
Jesus Christ I will write you my fucking word on a $10 note, is that paper enough for you?
Me and my sister spent all night revising our words. She had hers in a quick epiphany, 'remember'. I was still torn between 'exquisite' and 'goddess' but in the end, I decided I wanted nothing more than 'requiem' but OH WELL FUCK US.
But we managed to catch the garden lights performance.
I suppose it's pretty timely. Had we stayed in the poets' house, we wouldn't have been able to catch the performance, so that's our silver lining I guess. In the end, we caught an early bus home and I slept my disappointment away.
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