I love zongs

Too much of something is not good for you, whether it's good food or good wine but I'm one who always wants more than what I need. Serves me right, having a bad indigestion right now from zong, the glutinous rice dumpling. It's the festival this Sunday and mum sent me a text telling me to make sure I get some and eat it at home because Dad passed away 6 months ago and it's important for us to 'open up a zong' for better luck in the family. Hmm... I'm a sucker when it comes to all these traditional beliefs so I was telling Patrick about it and you know what? His aunt makes traditional Fujian-style ones. He gave me five yesterday evening and I've already taken three of them. You know how glutinous rice is difficult for digestion? Oh my, stomach was aching but better after some hot tea, still bloated though.

It's the long weekend and I don't plan to go anywhere except for June's b'day dinner and Armin. In fact, Jo and I are gonna lock ourselves in the library tonight and hopefully tomorrow in the day. I can't procrastinate anymore and home isn't the best place to work at the moment. I've been sitting at home imagining how I'm gonna redecorate my whole apartment because I've just said 'yes' to another 12 month lease. Looks like I still have a lot to do when I return from holiday.