Shh…

Can you hear the pin drop?
Can you hear my stomach glooping with digestive juices?
Can you hear… the nothingness?

I guess not.

Alone at home.
The fan at full blast.
TV no longer had any meaning.
No shooting up people in the streets and having him snigger behind me.
The cats’ bells rung softly as they pad around the flat, bored.

Alone at night.
Melancholy seems right.
So melancholic I shall be, just for tonight.

Been having a little kind of cramp in my stomach lately. Those that suddenly jumps up and SQUEEEEEEEEZE at your insides. Or someone poking a few holes with a satay stick. Or a penknife running amok in my Nuclear Combustion Plant.

You get the idea.

Basically, I do have a bit of weak digestive system. Sometimes I have runny tummy contents just.like.that. Plus had a few years of having irregular meals so things just didn’t do so well.

And I am actually secretly worried that I have inherited something from my father.

He had colorectal cancer many many moons back. And it sort of killed him. It’s the #1 cancer in Singapore, if I got my facts right. But whatever cancer it is, it’s all the same difference.

So my colleague recommended this Chinese Medicine place at Geylang, whom she and a few others visit often. The old uncle is very good lah, basically. The reason why I decided to make a trip down to try this out, it’s because I would like to try a more holistic method to “adjust” my bodily malfunctions.

Need to read up more about it. However, it still boils down to self-discipline, as I would need to control my portions when it comes to meals. Smaller portions, more meals throughout the day. I heard it’s helpful for controlling the weight as well. It’ll help with the acid reflux issue also.

More later.

Well, as some of you all may know. I am a committee member of Cat Welfare Society. The other committee members and I also run a non-official blog together but I update very infrequently.

I wonder if I should keep to a wholesome “image” with my personal blog.

Erm, seriously. I am not the most logical, rational person round the block, but I can certainly be one when the occasion calls for it.

And I love cats enough to want to do more for them.

That is my real intention - to do more for their welfare, but I guess my role should not be conflicting with my real self.

My real whiny, incorrigible grouchiness.

Yeah. I am what I am. But I promise to put on my Good Meow Welfare hat when need be.

Yeashhhh.

The server at work crashed. Shito. Just when I am rushing a big thing. Just when I was about to finish up.

Shito.