June 25, 2009 3:37 PM.
Father's Day
Dear's family dinners are usually quite boring as his Dad always go for Chinese food and he MUST eat rice. Thanks to Dear's brother, we went to something different and the place was much more interesting than the usual restaurants.

Bottle Tree Village@Sembawang Parks...Only saw a few puny ones though.
The Lee Family.
The food was actually quite good but they were rather short-handed. We waited for more than half an hour for them to refill our tea. In the end, we just drank our Coke. We ordered the set dinner for 4 which consists of a pomfret steamboat, curry leaves crayfish, chilli crab, tea leaves duck and dessert for around $160. Quite a good deal. Ate until ba ba and left the place happily.
June 23, 2009 11:02 PM.
Hoping
For days, I have been on anxiety.
I kept myself occupied with work to prevent my mind from straying.
Negative thoughts overwhelmed me whenever I was idle.
‘Will I be able to face the worst?’
‘Will there be anyone to help me?’
Will this be the end of it?’
I couldn’t help but feared the worst.
Pessimism was acting up again.
However, it did help me prepare for the worst.
Finally, I received the call which I have anticipated for days which seemed ages.
As expected, it is not positive.
But it is not the worst too.
There is still hope.
Plentiful. I hope.
*keeping my fingers crossed*
June 15, 2009 4:17 PM.
Pink BBQ
The long-awaited BBQ gathering for the Pinkies was finally realised. But the mood was dampened when it started to pour in West Coast Park. I really pei fu the Pinkies. They can actually still chit-chat under a shelter which was leaking when it was raining so heavily! All I wanted was to just seek shelter man. Kudos to the Pinkies! Thankfully to Dear's suggestion, we made our way to the alternate BBQ spot - Bukit Batok Neighbourhood Park! Near to Dear's house actually. Tsk tsk.
However, we still had to overcome several hiccups before we could start the BBQ. The BBQ pits were locked by the Town Council and an irritating auntie who was having a party for her 1-year old grandson, was niam-ing at us that we need to book the pits from Town Council and the pits we used are for Muslims only. A Malay man was standing by the window and staring at us, probably thinking that we shouldn't use the Muslim pits.
Thankfully, the food we ordered were halal! So we won't contaminate your Muslim pits la. Neh neh ni boo boo. Haha. Childish. Since we intended to use aluminium trays as the pits in the first place, the locked pits were not a problem. After we managed to shoo the kaypo auntie away, we started the event!
Drenched.
Menu of the night.
All meat.
The satay men.
The eye-powered ladies.







Everyone was so hungry that we actually finished all the food in less than 2 hours! By 9pm, the food was cleared and we were hanging around and discussing what was the next programme in line. Finally, the decision was made. We went back to West Coast Park again. '_' ~~~
Limelight of the Night
Beer+Coke=Forfeit for Indian Poker
Gross.

Group photo before we ended the night. Dear always like to steal the limelight. Haha.
We had so much fun. We should have more gatherings like this but organising such events has never been easy. This BBQ actually took us almost 2 months to finalise everything. Haha.
June 8, 2009 11:11 AM.
Journey to the East
After much nagging and niam-ing (by me of course), Dear and I finally went to ECP to fulfill my dream of riding on a double-seater bicycle! Hee. My dream is so minor hor. But I just thought it would be so lomantic and sweet mah. Hahaha.
My man taking charge while I relax behind. Tsk tsk.
We reached Bedok Jetty.





On the way back to return our bicycle. Glaring glaring sun.
We saw many groups of people building sandcastles and made a stop.
This castle has been around since 2005. Do you believe it? I quote the person-in-charge: "Sandcastles only get wet when it rains. The only reason why they get destroyed is because of naughty children." '_' ~~~
I told Dear "So nice hor. Whole family bring kids to beach and build sandcastles. We should do this too in future." Dear said: "You always like to fantasize about such stuffs when in reality you won't do it."