received flowers on the day he came back from the farm! and i thought HE should be the one with the welcome home present.felt pretty good when my housemate was like whhhhaaaa who gave you flowers. :)
and i was well-fed and taken care of, had lamb pizza.
tzatziki sauce, garlic lamb, parsley, salad onions, parmesan cheese on top pita bread.
then promptly after downing mother energy drink with his nurofen (something like panadol) he fell ill with viral gasenteritis (sounds difficult) and i took care of the big baby, watched him groan in his sleep, make multiple trips to the toilet, wiped some cold sweat off him, made him some soup, tea and gave tummy rubs.
but it was good, i enjoyed taking care of him, and i'd do it over again and again in future.
and he got well! those stupid po chai yin pills that i used to hate so much saved him and i like the pills now... he got well enough to make himself really good pumpkin soup, which i had the privilege to drink. makes me feel like im a Soup Spoon customer.
went to UWA to submit an application for post-grad diploma and masters in media. wonder what my future holds now.
and he made me tempura prawns and cold cha soba *squeals in delight*
om nom nom i love cold cha soba.
how can you not love someone who say things like "i can cook you all the singaporean dishes you want, i can send you back to singapore if you miss your mum, you going will be more gut-wrenching than viral gastroenteritis"
how can i refuse someone who would make me queen and promise no concubines, drives chariots and calls me princess... and why am i happy even if he makes almost lewd propositions and acts like a big playboy.
aside from feeling like im on cloud 9, there's the unmistakable feeling of being screwed if i dont decide what im going to do about my future. praying for all things to be well.
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