Monday, December 12, 2011


Every now and then I get a strange urge to cook. Usually for my partner. Usually things that I know that he loves to eat. And usually whilst I'm feeling bad after being particularly moody.

I've been snapping at him a fair bit lately, and I'm not too sure why. Maybe it has something to do with being female, and a particular time of the month (yes I just went there). Or maybe I'm just having trouble dealing with the fact that he's now the one who (mostly) gets to decide when and how long we get to see each other. I'm used to being the one telling him that I can't hang out because I'm busy with work; used to being able to just drop by his house unannounced and expect that he would be there, probably still in his pjs, ready to watch whatever I wanted to watch or do whatever I wanted to do. Don't get me wrong, I'm so unbelievably proud of him - just ask anyone I've seen in the last few weeks and they'll tell you I've been gloating to them about my super smart boyfriend who landed an amazing internship with a super important company. It's just weird being on the other side of it is all.

I went to meet him for lunch the other day, and I'm a little ashamed to admit that I got annoyed at him for constantly checking his phone. My rational self was telling me that of course he had to check his phone, or else he'd be late back to the office and get in trouble and we didn't want him to get in trouble...but there was a part of me that was all, like, omg I came all the way here to have lunch with you and you won't even pay your full attention to me! Even though, I know, if the roles were reversed I'd be doing the same, perhaps even more snappily.

The wake up call came to me when I received a text from him basically saying that he knows his work is putting a strain on our relationship, but the internship is almost over (it totally isn't), and then he would return to my regularly scheduled boyfriend. The fact that he felt the need to pretty much apologise for working - the fact that I let him think that times were hard just because he was doing the right thing and working towards a good future, made me realise what a cow I'd been.

So I swallowed my pride, put the cattiness away, did my hair, donned my heels and pretty dress, and got my Martha Stewart on. You know, a younger, less matronly, less criminal-y, and hopefully slightly sexier version of Martha anyway.

And this was the result:
Che chuoi chung (a traditional Vietnamese sweet soup-like dessert of tapioca pearls and bananas in coconut milk). Oddly, for a white boy, Alex loveeesssss the stuff. So what better way to show him that I loveeeeeee him. lol, vomit.

P.S. I got a little dressed up for work the other day. Not what I'd usually wear but, I kinda liked it...besides the fact that my hips looked huge.

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