After a languid chat on the dock, we fired-up the BBQ and cast-off to chase the sunset.

  "The freedom of time and space left me breathless." Lorraine Lim (far right)

As the Sun set, Ravi (extreme right) became tense as he received a call on his mobile...

Phew! No, he did not get activated for the SAF mobilisation that evening!

"HEY! Is anyone gonna help me cook?!!"

It was supposed to be a black-tie event, but both dad & I rebelled and wore suits. The dinner was nouvelle, and the setting formal. The dinner-entertainment, by one "Gila Singh" was endearing.  And then, with lights dimmed, the band stuck up a tune that beckoned dancers to the polished wood floor.

My uncle Sam (really--that's his name) took to the floor debonair grace.

And then the pros came out--instructors George and Jennifer demonstrate how it's done.

Shoot, just the sheer popularity that uncle Sam enjoyed with the ladies is good enough reason for me to spend some time learning how this is done...

Someone finally discovered the hive of Wild Malayan Honey Bees growing in the tree just outside our balcony, so they called in the exterminators.  And for fear of legal recourse, I shall refrain from naming their company... ;)

See bee hive.

See men. See men string up a long, floppy to spray bee.

Lots of rocking and rolling, spraying and squirting...

And yonks later, all that's left...

...was this white sticky!

(goes to show that bigger, or longer, ain't necessarily better--just floppier)

For most of June, mom & dad spent their time and energy renovating the house. The hall, hall toilet, bedrooms, and kitchen were transformed!