Got home straight from work after multiple meetings today.
Minibean then followed me into my room, while my mum took the chance to take a breather and head out for dinner.
It was almost 8 plus when she got back with claypot rice, taro paste, and tangyuan with peanut soup.
She lured Minibean into the room with the cheese bread, so I could have some personal space to finish my dinner.
When I tried to peek into the desserts bag, I asked what it was.
Taro paste, and tangyuan, she said.
Oh, nice, I want to try the taro paste, and yay, tangyuan.
Then she continued, “cos you like the tangyuan, right?”
I felt all warm and fuzzy. Got all teary.
And then, I know, it is moments like this, that stopped me from doing the absolute.
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So I had the claypot rice. Half of the taro paste, and half of the tangyuan.
Now, I am gonna have an entire Aston’s chicken burger to myself.
Burp.
By the way, which one of you have been searching for “joewei taking a dump“, “scarlett ting taking a dump“? I really don’t know why you need the information for, but you can drop me an email for me to … er, update you whatever you are missing out. Hohoho.
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Coincidentally, this morning, I thought of some of the plushies I used to have, and there is this really ugly pink Power Ranger toy, which I supposed is a “pirated” version. I remember she saw it at an amusement fair near our place, and then she played a game just to get it… for me, or so I would like to think so.
It was ugly, I thought back then, but it was one toy I never want to throw away, just like my first Barbie doll.
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When I got back today, the construction work was still going on, and I walked in to see that she was crying cos she was scolded for being naughty.
The moment she saw me, she crawled towards my arms, and I lie her down on my chest as I sat on the couch. She leaned her tiny body on my chest and drew close , manja-ing. She was just hiding, looking so pitiful as I cradled her and wiped her tears away.
I took a flower and amused her.
It was only minutes before she sprung up smiling with tear streaks and back to her mischievous ways.
After showering, I lay in bed today and did some reading, and Minibean placed her head on my shoulder and pulled a Jeffrey Archer book and pretended to read.
Oh did I mention I bought SEVEN more books today?! And then I kicked myself for not buying No country for Old Men.
She was quiet throughout and it was as if she really knew what she was reading as she just snuggled up next to me, and we made small conversations that didn’t make sense.
She shifted around and put her head on my chest, my tummy, occasionally bugging me to make her milk, and then later, requested for some water.
There was this part as we just sitting together and I was reading, she suddenly sat up, kissed me on my cheeks and then said chirpily, “I WUFFF YOU..” (she still can’t pronounce L very well).
There was this part she made me angry when she threw something into my glass of water and I kept very quiet, she sprung onto the bed and then threw her arm round my neck and lean her head on my back from behind, just like how I would piggyback her, just that she is doing it like a hug.
There was this part I said I wanna nap for a little while cos I was incredibly tired, and I manja-ed her back, baby-voiced and all “Why you never sayang me oneeeee…” and she started stroking my arm.. she then whispered a low, “Sayang...”
She then insisted on pulling my spectacles from my face, so that I could rest.
I had wanted to blog about the amazing things she had been doing, but the list has grown so long and is drafted somewhere.
Busy week ahead, hope to have a lil more me-time for myself.
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It may just be something so unrealistic thought out by us in our moments of boredom, but it is good to dream again, isn’t it?
When we are old maids, and have wrinkly nehs (can’t be saggy cos we no have), I think we can be proud to say that, at least, we had the courage to dream.
And how very big, it was.
Lovingly, your sleepy armpit.
And this, is Zhi Yu. 
Both acting cute 