Papa's birthday (day out with his sweetie)

Ok, I had allowed (alright, I'm under age so they can decide on my behalf still, that "I" allowed.) my parents to take up this blog space a bit to blog on my Papa's birthday. Yes, again. Sigh... I mentioned on the older post that my parents felt "empty" without taking me out that day. But soon, Mama reflected and thought I should know that I have loving parents. Parents that bothered to spend time nurturing their marriage even though they have a kid already. And I can't agree more. Sometimes, when they argued in the car, I would cry. I would call out for them, as if begging, "Please, the two of you. Stop arguing. I am feeling scared."

Mama: "Yes, Lia. We want you to know that Papa and Mama love each other, that is why we have you. And though we are not perfect, we will try our best to demonstrate a little reflection of God's love to you through our lives; our lives as first husband and wife, and then your father and mother . It is because of this that God made Adam and Eve. Not Adam and Cain or Able (their sons). So know that you are the product of love. :)
Papa and Mama had lunch at Holland V. Not bad a meal. But too bad, couldn't recall the name of the restaurant.
Then went bowling at SAFRA, Mt Faber. Not bad, Mama lost not much (to her lah) to Papa, but still beat her own record score.
But Mama suffered slight bad and arm ache after that. Sigh, old liao.
Papa as usual, "smelt" the "fragrance" of arcade and followed his instinct. He played a few games but thought he had lost touch with his early glorious days' standard. ahhahahaa....Old liao also.

Picnic at Botanic Gardens

My parents brought me to Botanic Gardens on Children's day. We actually wanted to go to Jacob Ballas after picnic (because the guard said no food and drinks inside the children's garden), but 2 unfortunate things happened.

After walking quite a fair bit from the car park, we finally reached a cosy grass patch near the big pond. Sat down on a mat and started eating happily. Suddenly, mama felt her shorts wet. Nope, she didn't pee in her shorts. It was the grass patch. It had rained before we went picnic so the grass was moist and got through the lousy mat. Papa then realised his pants was wet too (what took him so long?? Tough butts, perhaps!?.

Then they wanted to ignore it and continued to enjoy the picnic, not an easy thing for my "cleanliness freak" mama, ok?! Then it started to drizzle! So we had to dash somewhere for shelter.

Sigh, so the picnic was over in less than 1 hour. But it's ok. We'll be more prepared next time. And Papa will know where to park his car nearest to Jacob Ballas too.