1/18/09

When dear read my entry on Shirley’s birthday, he complained that I didn’t write about him sending us home. So here I am, announcing to everyone reading my OD that he came to Tiong Bahru from home just to be our chauffeur. Haha. Actually he offered to come when we were still in the movie, but I told him no need. However, later on the girls were hungry and wanted to eat something. And we might miss the last train as a result, so I asked if he could come, and he did.

So there. That’s my nice and accomodating dear.

This weekend was all spent with him, mostly at his place, if not, it would be outside with him family or with his friends.

Saturday we went to JP with his parents to buy stuffs, then had a quick lunch by ourselves, before going back to his place. Went down to Mandai for a short while before heading back again. Then early evening, went with his family to this temple at Marine Parade for a vegetarian meal, some yearly event for them. His sis’ hubby was asking the cousins if any of them knew the significance of the meal, but nobody did. haha.

What was interesting was this petshop just next to the temple. There was a dog in there, not sure what breed, perhaps a mongrel. It isn’t one of those cute little dogs, or a majestic and beautiful big dog. It was just a normal looking canine, one which usually wouldn’t catch your eye. But it was extremely friendly, it kept coming to us, wagging it’s tail happily and sniffing at us. When I walked over to one of the guinea pig cages and squatted down to look at them, he joined me by my side, and I put my arm over him and ruffled his fur, looking at the pigs. I like that feeling. Like he was my own dog.

Can’t wait for the day when I finally get to have my own dog. I’d love to have a golden retriever, but I wouldn’t mind a stray mongrel either. *daydreams*

After dinner, it was back to his place, then out for supper with his friends before heading back to my place for me to have my bath, then it was to his place to spend the night again.

Woke up late, had brunch which I think his brother bought, then we spent the whole day painting his room. His room was changed from a pale orange to a cool mint colour. Quite a sense of achievement, and a little work out for my arms too. hah. Had thought it’d only take a couple of hours, but his room was messy, and all the cupboards and table blocking the way, somehow it took up the entire day, painting, repainting and cleaning up.

He came back home with me in the evening, and he watched TV while I bathed Marble and had my own bath. I got a little frustrated with him and my mum when he wanted to order Mac delivery while my mother heated up some macaroni and kept asking me to eat it, though I had already told her no need to. Then I told him not to order mine, and he threw a very small tantrum (compared to my tantrums. hah) saying he also didn’t want to eat already. Grrrr! In the end he still ordered his Mac, while I ate the macaroni.

Last night, it dawned on me that although the two of us are spending a lot of time together, but it never seems to be sufficient, because there’s quantity but no quality. Sometimes when I sit with him while with his family or friends, I feel like it doesn’t matter if I’m there or not. I might as well not be. I’m with him, but not really spending the time together. And even when we spend nights together, the talks never happen anymore. It’s always straight to sleep because we’re all just too tired.

What does it mean by quality time? I’m not sure either. I just know that I’m not satisfied with what we’re having now.