I just don't like pears in China
They are tasteless
Or was it because I'm so damn depressed by staying at home sitting on my arse doing bugger all for too long that I'm not only starting to loose muscles on my arse but my tastebud and sanity.
I then decided to try this funny thing called DONKEY HIDE from my Taiwanese friend. I seriously have no idea why they call it that. Why did the donkey want to hide the sweet jujube? For all that I know hidden JOO-joo-bee is quite delicious and good for women. So, if you have got a donkey at home, try ask him to get on busy hiding all your JOO-joo-bees. You wife will love you more. Don't say I never share.
*for the rigid lot, punk intended*
Later at night, my Malaysian colleague came and passed me a pack of patches that's made of capsicum for me to stick onto my ankle supposedly to promote blood circulation, a gift from one of the senior nurses at the hospital. Yo, so nice, didn't know I've got a fan at the hospital. Way better than a bouquet of flower eh?
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