the fasting month of ramadhan sure is over!
missed out on 4 days of fasting... not bad for my own personal record.
what remains from this year's fasting month are definitely memories of spending lots of time in the arab street vicinity.
waiting for the exact minute to break fast, puffing the shisha away, tucking into slurpy shawarma while the call to prayer reverberated from the nearby sultan mosque, hunting for oddities and toys that reminded me of my childhood days, going through racks of vintage clothes in 'hole-in-the-wall' shops, etc. - i'd continue doing all that with fabulous company to boot (lynda ah, you make the best sidekick lor!).
call me sadistic or weird, but i am missing ramadhan, somehow... for all its solemnity and sacredness juxtaposed with the profane
missed out on 4 days of fasting... not bad for my own personal record.
what remains from this year's fasting month are definitely memories of spending lots of time in the arab street vicinity.
waiting for the exact minute to break fast, puffing the shisha away, tucking into slurpy shawarma while the call to prayer reverberated from the nearby sultan mosque, hunting for oddities and toys that reminded me of my childhood days, going through racks of vintage clothes in 'hole-in-the-wall' shops, etc. - i'd continue doing all that with fabulous company to boot (lynda ah, you make the best sidekick lor!).
call me sadistic or weird, but i am missing ramadhan, somehow... for all its solemnity and sacredness juxtaposed with the profane
arab street light up at night
"teeheehee... i very happy when i drink my pink bandung in arab street"
close-up shot of sultan mosque
sultan mosque from bussorah street
this girl went crazy like a gerbil grovelling through racks and racks of vintage clothes... curiously enough, the shopkeeper looked like she's a twelve year old, who explained to us the couture difference between a male kimono and a female kimono
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