I read Ying's account on buying groceries and cooking for Tom and I was reminded of my own attempt to do something similiar.

I can understand the underlying reason for your raised eyebrows but I'd like to assure you that such effort to work my precious princess ass is rare and only comes when there's an occasion. A birthday maybe.

So yea, there was the grocery shopping. Easy lah, plenty of meat and fish and black pepper sauce for taste (what can go wrong with black pepper sauce) and all done.

Then I trutted back to his hall around evening, sprawled all the plastic bags on the floor, plopped onto bed (ahh soft horizontal surface!) and promptly fell asleep.

Walao! Cannot make it right!? And in the end, he did all the bbqing.

Then once, there was the laundry. No no no, I didn't do it outta love. I think at that point he was either semi blind from lasik or handicapped from a sprain and doing the laundry may prove to be fatal. I know he was only a boyfriend, but I couldn't let him die could I?

Anyway, I think I screwed up the laundry and he had to come down to fix things up. But that was only the first part, second step was to dry the clothes with that erm...drying machine thingy.

You were suppose to put in 60 cents and press some buttons to make it work. So he gave me 60 cents, some instructions and ended with a very doubtful "can or not?" I scoffed at the lack of faith and marched downstairs, telling myself I can't possibly screw this up too because that would be so loserish. As expected, I screwed up again la. What do you expect, we're talking about me here leh.

But here's the tricky part. I cannot go back to his room to get more money cuz he'll then know and will label me as some hopeless housechore idiot. So I borrowed money from his blockmate! Hahaha and he still doesn't know! And omg his blockmate was like shirtless and sleepy and cute.

Ok now...who wants me?