Tuesday: Walked. A lot. And then it was Bukit Chandu, just in time for the annual sounding of the Public Warning System to commemorate the fall of Singapore in World War II. As I tweeted: surreal.
Tuesday night: Drank. A lot. And then it was dawn.
Wednesday: A blur. The good kind. And then the long weekend was over.
Labels: Nightlife, Singapore stories
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