Dearie and I had dinner with her parents at Marina Square's Imperial Restaurant, a place we had gone before for a simple meal that was for a special occasion back then.

Although the quantity wasn't huge, those handmade noodles sure fill our stomach as if we had swallowed a tub of rice.

The place looked decently populated for a Saturday evening as we left shortly after some shopping, and made some desserts at home while I took the wheel back. Somehow, I wonder when will I be the one owning the Civic 1.8L?