Last Friday night, he came a little later than usual to my place. Upon arriving, he gave me a porcelain like vase and said it is his anniversary gift for me. He said it could be used as a vase (he did this by holding it out to me), or to drink water (imitating the act of drinking from the 'cup') or alternatively, it could be used as a hat, he said (placing the vase on top of his head). I remember thinking that it was so typical of him to give me something practical and non-sentimental, so I took the gift and laughed at his suggestions of how I could use the gift.
Then while we were making our way up to the house, he got into his car again and brandished out a stalk of five carnations!!!
It was so unsuspecting and yet, it seemed so natural, at the same time. My unromantic boyfriend got me flowers, and what's more, he got my favourite! It was one thing he got me flowers, but to remember that I told him I like carnations almost one year ago was something I did not expect from him. A perfect example of what it means when a person says, it's the thought that counts.
On Saturday, we had pan mee in SS19 before heading to Setia City Mall. We walked around the area and even chanced upon a political convention held nearby. After that, we got back home for dinner.
What I did not expect was that he had another surprise in store for me. That night, it was hot and stuffy and I had a lot of work to be done. He obediently kept himself away from me while I got my work done. Then around midnight he asked me to count the number of cranes he made for me sometime ago. I turned the box of paper cranes out and a card fell out! It was an anniversary card, with a note to ask me check out the space below my wardrobe. There was another surprise awaiting there - a bottle of 151 paper stars folded meticulously by him, and wrapped in gift wrapping paper. Oh how sweet can he be!
Sunday, I made arrangements for dinner. It was supposed to be a surprise for him, and I hope I was genuinely able to surprise him. We had earlier spent the day at home; he got bitten by Metta while he tried to clean Metta' eyes :'( We went to the doctor to give him an anti-tetanus jab. I was supposed to pay for it but he refused to accept my payment. We rushed to the Troika for dinner where I made reservations at 7pm.
I was glad he seemed happy at my choice of restaurant and venue for the night. I did think it would have been better if we were given a spot with brighter lighting but I guess it is the company that matters. He had fish and chips while I had polenta messy pizza. Further ordered the ever so well-known sizzling brownie and almost ordered the jackfruit cake but we realised we were too full midway that we cancelled that last order. Overall, quality of food was pretty good especially the fish because it didnt seem like the typical defrosted frozen fish and chips. Also, my polenta pizza was different from the usual pizzas we get around Malaysia - the crust was crispy and thin like nachos and it had lots and lots of mozarella cheese. Sizzling brownies with ice cream was a tad overpriced in my opinion but I enjoyed the cakey brownie that went well with the ice cream and hot chocolate sauce.
And I didnt get a chance to pay for that meal.
We spent the evening by walking to KLCC, 15 minutes walk away. The lights were beautiful and the lake shot colourful lights and played "My Heart will Go on", a weird coincidence I felt considering MH370 had just gone missing without a trace. We walked back to the Troika, my feet hurting from the heels the whole way.
Even so, we managed to spend a little time snapping a few shots at the Troika's staircase. Wish we had taken more pictures together that day. But regardless, I view it as days well-spent with him.
But what was touching was that when we got back home, he used lotion to rub my sore feet, checked on Metta, and tucked me to bed. I vaguely remember the last thing I saw was him lying on my bedroom floor reading Reddit.
You always never fail to amaze me, CC. This weekend was indeed an eye-opener of how sweet you are actually capable of being. But of course, I dare not expect it too often lest it spoils me. Me, on the other hand thought that my handmade card would suffice when you did so much more for me than that. But at the same time, I realise there are so many other ways to make you happy besides the most obvious material approach. I may not be able to make you accept my treat for dinner, but I will try to make up for it with in as many other ways as I can.
Hugs and kisses.
Then while we were making our way up to the house, he got into his car again and brandished out a stalk of five carnations!!!
It was so unsuspecting and yet, it seemed so natural, at the same time. My unromantic boyfriend got me flowers, and what's more, he got my favourite! It was one thing he got me flowers, but to remember that I told him I like carnations almost one year ago was something I did not expect from him. A perfect example of what it means when a person says, it's the thought that counts.
On Saturday, we had pan mee in SS19 before heading to Setia City Mall. We walked around the area and even chanced upon a political convention held nearby. After that, we got back home for dinner.
What I did not expect was that he had another surprise in store for me. That night, it was hot and stuffy and I had a lot of work to be done. He obediently kept himself away from me while I got my work done. Then around midnight he asked me to count the number of cranes he made for me sometime ago. I turned the box of paper cranes out and a card fell out! It was an anniversary card, with a note to ask me check out the space below my wardrobe. There was another surprise awaiting there - a bottle of 151 paper stars folded meticulously by him, and wrapped in gift wrapping paper. Oh how sweet can he be!
Sunday, I made arrangements for dinner. It was supposed to be a surprise for him, and I hope I was genuinely able to surprise him. We had earlier spent the day at home; he got bitten by Metta while he tried to clean Metta' eyes :'( We went to the doctor to give him an anti-tetanus jab. I was supposed to pay for it but he refused to accept my payment. We rushed to the Troika for dinner where I made reservations at 7pm.
I was glad he seemed happy at my choice of restaurant and venue for the night. I did think it would have been better if we were given a spot with brighter lighting but I guess it is the company that matters. He had fish and chips while I had polenta messy pizza. Further ordered the ever so well-known sizzling brownie and almost ordered the jackfruit cake but we realised we were too full midway that we cancelled that last order. Overall, quality of food was pretty good especially the fish because it didnt seem like the typical defrosted frozen fish and chips. Also, my polenta pizza was different from the usual pizzas we get around Malaysia - the crust was crispy and thin like nachos and it had lots and lots of mozarella cheese. Sizzling brownies with ice cream was a tad overpriced in my opinion but I enjoyed the cakey brownie that went well with the ice cream and hot chocolate sauce.
And I didnt get a chance to pay for that meal.
We spent the evening by walking to KLCC, 15 minutes walk away. The lights were beautiful and the lake shot colourful lights and played "My Heart will Go on", a weird coincidence I felt considering MH370 had just gone missing without a trace. We walked back to the Troika, my feet hurting from the heels the whole way.
Even so, we managed to spend a little time snapping a few shots at the Troika's staircase. Wish we had taken more pictures together that day. But regardless, I view it as days well-spent with him.
But what was touching was that when we got back home, he used lotion to rub my sore feet, checked on Metta, and tucked me to bed. I vaguely remember the last thing I saw was him lying on my bedroom floor reading Reddit.
You always never fail to amaze me, CC. This weekend was indeed an eye-opener of how sweet you are actually capable of being. But of course, I dare not expect it too often lest it spoils me. Me, on the other hand thought that my handmade card would suffice when you did so much more for me than that. But at the same time, I realise there are so many other ways to make you happy besides the most obvious material approach. I may not be able to make you accept my treat for dinner, but I will try to make up for it with in as many other ways as I can.
Hugs and kisses.
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