Sunday morning, woke up something like half an hour before I was meant to be at the church for Gen’s wedding. Just as well I wasn’t the bride, I tells ya. Made it just in time, the girl was gorgeous, tears were shed, mass was had. It’s a funny thing about ten years of Catholic school: those hymns, unsung for years, came right back up to the surface of my consciousness and out of my mouth—words, tunes, all of it.

Post-wedding, the reception included pandan chicken (yum, pandan chicken!), otak (otak!!), egg tofu in brown sauce (egg tofu!!), log cake (log cake!!), and very pink fruit punch (fruit punch!!). Brilliant.