It was a little crazy once the alcohol started to take effect. Predictably, people got louder and their laughs heartier. Where inhibitions were concerned, no one was none the wiser. One married pair, 4 one-halves if a couple, 2 unknown relationship types made up the work group that had too much to drink at Suba. 3 and 1/2 Hoes and 1 tequila shot later, I am walking waverlingly to the train station with Gerald, a good and equally crappy mate from the office.
"Singaporeans being Singaporean being obedient", was Gerald's response at my suggestion that one could still cross Bras Basah Road at the Bras Basah - Beach Road junction after the 'man turned red'. It seemed that it wasn't enough being Singaporean the first time around but he had to impress his reasoning by doubling the SG factor to precede the bit about Singaporeans generally being obedient and compliant with rules, traffic or otherwise. Are we really? Oh dear.
Singaporean as I am, I will still put that Red Man to shame as I strut in front of all those waiting cars willing to run me over as I traverse Bras Basah Road. Only because I know, it's still ok to cross for the next 15 seconds. Knowledge over fear.
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