Dinner on the Seawall

Somehow it seems we always end up next to the sea, all our plans thrown out. My intention was to head to walas with dinner at Ikea before that, but there were no seats and we didn't feel like waiting so I packed meatballs and chicken wings to go, and we looked for a Macdonalds to satisfy her Russell Burbank cravings which took us to Sengkang which led us to Punggol beach where we sat on the seawall in the twilight arguing over whether that was Malaysia or Jurong Island across the water. Really that was stupid since we were at the northeast, but it was fun anyway and when we were done with dinner, we plopped down on the soft sand to take in the breeze and the calming lull of the breaking waves. It was so relaxing we didn't feel like going to see Shirlyn and friends anymore.