I was super sick last Saturday evening and though lying on the bed was the best solution, I sneaked out of the house to meet King Kong who came all the way in the rainy weather (Yes, I missed him) Still in my home clothes, we took Bus 147 to his place (Well, he promised to nurse me back to health : P ) It was a bad journey - I was having coughing fits as it was cold yet stuffy in the bus : ( Fortunately, he was there for me to punch, pinch and smack, so it was not so bad : P (Well, my happiness at his expense, what more can I say?)
Back at his place, as he was afraid that I might be hungry, he immediately set down to kitchen and whipped up a pot of vermicelli with shrimps, pork balls and chunks in hot soup. Despite persistent refusals to eat due to the fear of gaining weight, I drank a few mouthfuls of soup and chomped several pork balls at his insistence. Though I must say that it did not taste really fantastic, it warmed my heart : D I felt loved. As I was feeling lethargic, I went to bed after watching "3 Good Men" on SCV...Too bad. I had wanted to stare at the tube longer : ( I was fortunate to survive the night - I was coughing badly and many a time, I couldn't really breathe. Mucus and flem choked my breathing apparatus and I really felt suffocated. I couldn't recall the number of times he woke up to pull the blanket on me and to get me water : /
I slept till 11am the next day - He woke me up to have brunch. He had woken up earlier to cook porridge, oyster-sauced chicken wings and soya-sauced beancurd strips with hard boiled eggs : ) Typical of him on Sunday mornings : ) Continued to watch TV programmes on SCV and I continued to snooze till 4pm. Woke up to watch repeated telecasts of Channel 8 programmes until I ate dinner of claypot rice cooked by his daddy. I must say that he is a much better cook than his folks (It could be the addition of MSG though he denies : P )
At about 8:30pm, we left his place to take Bus 147 to Rocher to satisfy my craving for ice cold beancurd : D~ Only then was I satisfied to go home : /
He always says that money is not always a consideration to have happy weekends, well...maybe? But one thing for sure is that he always makes me wanting him more. Why?
