why wy?

Things i forgot about singapore
self-flushing loos
how fast the buses drive (so you can't afford to look for your stop, read a book and stand up at the same time)
the smell of public transport (or rather the smell of others in a sweaty country)
how regular sunrise and sunset is
how near everything is, now that i'm used to walking aussie distances of near (2km minimum)

Got to go to a really posh wedding where the guests could be divided into doctors, journalists and ex-journalists. Had to make a thankfully short and impromptu speech, by which time I was hoping I wasn't slurring, and if I did, everyone else was too drunk to notice. The groom and bride even had a cocktail list which I was hoping to make my way down, but gave up around the 9th drink to go for my favourite, the lychee martini. By the last drink, I was trying to order more martinis but ended up ordering margaritas. I would have asked ricky the bartender to change the order, but realised (even through my haze) that he was definitely more sober, and had a better change of being right.

We just had another fabulous dinner, at the nazi crab place. If you haven't been, read karen's guide. But our experience was totally weird:
1) We didn't have to queue. Eng Seng is legendary for making you queue even when you get there at 530pm, for a 7pm dinner. They had no more crabs by 640pm, and started turning people away.
2) The crab aunty, aka hegla the ss officer, was cheerful, even polite when we changed the order. You should have seen gnat's face of horror, when she realised i didn't order female crabs (roe), and then, when I said I was going to tell the crab aunty to change the order. Nooooo, she cried, do you want to die?

For any of you who are worried that we had somehow ended up on the twin earth version of eng seng, don't worry. The crab aunty started becoming her old grouchy self by 615pm.