Tales from Outer Suburbia

My first and purest love is the turning of a page. The epitome of romance is the enjambment, the straddling of sentences, found at the end of each page. Each page is a verse, and whether known or new, there is an anticipation, a longing, in that brief pause between them. I discovered the book when I was four, and it is a love affair that has never died.

Today’s adventure began with a full rack of ribs, and continued in a trip to historic Ann Siang Hill, nestled and hidden within the one-way street labyrinth of Chinatown, Singapore. Once a centre for secret societies, Ann Siang is now a restored row of old shophouses frequented primarily by vintage adventurers and graphic designers. Though not as amazing as the antique boutiques and memorabilia shops in downtown Toronto, it has a certain quaint charm that I definitely enjoyed.

More than just talk about it, though, let me show you.

( A short photo adventure awaits! )

So, today was a grand ol' adventure into parts of town I've never been before. It was a lot of fun, and was really like falling in love all over again. Tomorrow, my sister and I might try get our start for the MFC photo contest, but we'll see how notoriously lazy we feel in the morning.