The above nice picture of a Chinese word expresses my sadness of losing a bunch of my best friends lately. They have been victim to a common phenomenon known as the expat exit. Last week, Wolverine and Anne left for Hong Kong. 
This week, Dave's going back north, and Erin left earlier this year for Indonesia.
To mark this sad occasion, we had proper goodbye meals. This one included Singapore's most delicious dish: chili crab. Chili crab is served with Barry's favourite buns for sauce dipping. He says they are just like babies.
The best side dish for chili crab is black pepper crab, which also deliciously laughs in the face of western seafood sauce convention.
Chindian fried noodles complete the meal.
Unless you're still hungry, then $1 will buy you an ice cream sandwich, made with pandan bread.
This weekend, Barry learned about communism.
The reason for this is that once we got tired of wondering about the giant balloon across the street from us, we went on a walk in our neighbourhood.
The weather was so bright, even golden Buddha had to wear shades.
And cemented-over former garbage chutes provided intrigue.
Similarly, this door reveals the secret codes.
This man was stirring vast vats of curry with what looked like a rake.
I thought you might like to see what a storm looks like here. Sadly, my photographic adventures failed to capture the lightening. But I did capture the intellectual pigeon, below:
In other news, we've been typical mature adults lately. 
But seriously, we kept space, at least.
We also checked out some of the local industries lately. The Drugs and Nutrition company across the street seemed it would sell things that we wanted, however it was closed. 
I even tried the local convenience dogs, but the cat food smell stopped me.
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Nice. The Eurasian phone of choice in the 70s was the Telboss Sweetone - cutting edge. 
