The crab we didn't cook.

Realising how small the gay community is in Singapore is when random people you meet on the street recognise you and tell you they've seen your profile on some blog/forum/networking site. And you have no idea who the fuck they are.

Anyway, field camp last week meant I spent some time in the outdoors; catching crabs by the shore and warming myself up by the bonfire as the rest fished in the cool night breeze. Kinda makes me miss catching fishes in the longkang when I was young. By longkang, I mean the real ones. Not the kind you pay $5/hr to catch guppies in.