Sunday, November 30, 2008
My name is Constipation.
Mum is sick! She had actually planned to bring us to orchard to see lights, to suck in the atmosphere for an early xmas and to have our dinner at orchard hotel but alas, (thunder sound), dang dang dang dang- she was ill.I did quite a few things today that I didn't really like. Like some mundane household chore, hanging the clothes. Certainly, you need practice for this. After finishing with the hanging of clothes, I was almost breathless. Lucky mum didn't ask me to mop or sweep because I hate it, except when it comes to working. Different circumstances. No work=sack=no money=no shopping. Ya, you can call me lazy or watever. But, still, I woke up and prepared porridge for mum. I still enjoy the process of cooking.
Constipation is getting better I hope so. I read on the net, the culprit for causing all the constipation could have been the medicine. I couldn't stop the dosage and thus all I could do is to take in more high fibre food. Hence, I'm gonna gorge myself with bread, good fibre, high fibre. My name will not be constipation for long.
I love spare ribs.
Signing off @ 4:19 PM