You excavate the boyfriend out of bed and get his ass to your house by 9.30am.
Haha.
Okay that was a big fat joke. I'm too used to scaring my readers.
After taking the velcro off my ass, I attached myself to Jack, who came by to do some CNY visiting. And I was still trying to ingest my 2216 readings. I'm such a mood dampener.
Watched The Wedding Game, which, sadly, has not much plot to begin with. But we had great seats, snippets of the show were funny enough to appease me, and I had Jack by my side, so it was pretty good after all.
If I had done this 2-storey high lantern for my secondary school class deco competition, we would have came out tops. You can still catch a peek of this at Harbourfront centre before it disintegrates.
And can you complain that my little girl's adorable?
Dinner was... gorgeous.
Okay, so far everyone around me would know that I've been vegetarian for... 4 years? But ever since my health started going downhill at the start of this year, I've been preparing myself to start taking fish. Since my parents have always been playing the bad guys and force-feeding me fish all this while, I've decided to turn it all around. I'm taking FISH!!! Haha... I'm going to take it one step at a time, so I'm still playing around the edges. I'm not born a penguin, you know.
Look at how the husband's marvelling at his dinner. It's just fish, my dear.
I'm always on the verge of crying whenever I feel you squeeze my hand. Not because you're hurting me, but because of the very fact that you're here, just right beside me. And it's going to be this way, every day, every year. It's not how much you've enslaved yourself to me; it's the way we don't allow each other to override our individual abilities and become handicapped. I love the closeness and yet the independence.
Happy 11th month.
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