Claypot Fishhead

He has been so nice, always asking when he can come over for dinner. Always teasing about that. And so, yesterday I finally invited him over. His 1st meal at my house. My mum cooked claypot fish head last night. He is really in luck.

Came over in his shirt and pants, he fetched me from work. There he is! Chatting "formally" with my dad in his formal wear when we reached home. I helped to clean up the kitchen abit while mum is still in the mid of preparing our dinner. Finally when things are done, we had our dinner and he sure loves the claypot fish head. :) Though fish is not my love, but I ate a little, clearing more of the toufus and mushrooms.

So I cleaned and washed up his plates and I knew he is smiling sheepishly and staring at my back. Then he went over to chat with my dad again while I bath and get prepared to go out with him and ginnise. We went to Taka to get some things done, then back home again.

He asked if there is still claypot fish head. I said yes but left over leh. He didnt mind and finished it up! That is him, always appreciative and smiley. A man who is willing to put down his ego is a man who really loves you. LOL! Some ppl may not want to eat cold left over food you know? Then I logged on to my msn listing, going thru and introducing my online friends to him which is about a 120 over but half were always offline.

Again, he is sitting on the sofa now, but this time, next to me. We surfed the net, watched the tv programmes, chatted alot under the dimly lit living room. That homely feeling, those serious chats, his concerns and care, he padded my head and smiled at me.

How he hope he could speed up time, how touched he was after reading my blog entries, that he kept staring at my face as and when after he finished reading one entry about him, then rub my back and say "silly girl" and smiled without a word. In the back of my mind, I was thinking if you ever drop a tear infront of me now I will give you tight slap!" But was it really that touching? But its just facts and some emotional release thru words that I wrote.

Many times I wish I could say those words out how I appreciate you but I am a hard core ego woman who could only use another communication medium, which is through my blog, where you can find traces of how much you mean to me. I dont call you honey bee, sweetie boy, hunky man or baby...

But I do care for you. :)