October 15, 2011

• Weekends are reserved for sleep-ins; 

  As I open my eyes, noticing the star-shaped-me occupying the whole bed, 

  I know someone is hard at work. 

  As I walk downstairs, I notice the pressure cooker's "keep-warm" light is flashng,

  I know congee is ready, just the way I like it;

  On the bench top, I'd see a note:

  "Congee is ready,

  when going for hair cut, don't color or put chemicals in your hair" 

  ... ...

  I'd go to the fresh grocers;

  Buy a week's supply of fruits;

  I like to smell them before putting them in the basket;

  Their scent is their way of telling me that they are fresh and fine;

  I'd go to the local butcher;

  Buy some bones to make a calcium-rich soup;

  I'm not knowledgable in making soup;

  but I bought books, and I'm learning.

  I'd go to the chinese supermarket;

  Getting excited at 49c/bunch shanghai-bokcoy; 

  A colleague once told me, "take it one day at a time"

   

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