dluck

that's luck actually, my nose is still congested....... with a little duck mixed in it.

just entering into my third week of labour wrapping wantons with tissue paper. there must be a wanton factory i can speak to about supplying them with all these handmade lovingly crafted wantons. it's so exhausting, being sick for this long. seems to be sapping away all my energy. i finally gave in to all the domestic pressure and visited the man with the white coat over the weekend. his medicine is not doing me much good though. thought it would transform me to super-duper-healthy-girl at the pop of a pill, but the transmutation seems to be slow and tiresome, if at all. i'm not much fun at the moment, if i was at all to begin with, with my head wrapped in this gargantuan cotton wool, oblivious to the sound, taste and smell of the world. finally, it's my turn to pretend i can't hear him.

pretty friend invited me to dinner of famous roast duck, which originated from london's bayswater. haven't been to the original one, wouldn't know the difference. had to turn her down as hubby didn't think it was a good idea mixing wanton ingredients and duck. may end up in this cotton wool headwrap for another month. the funny thing about life is that the more you seek to duck (pun!!) from something, the more it seeks you out. had this strange feeling that the duck will seek me out regardless of where i was hiding. true enough, the family suggested we go to this place called 'ducking' for dinner. with all my senses clogged up, i seemed to have developed a sixth sense. sigh. hey, pretty friend, but i did abstain from the duck at least!