Having boba tea with Mopey
I managed to walk for 45 minutes at the mall before Mopey called me to finish 2 buffalo wings she left for me, Then we shared a Daboba boba tea. I am not into the drink. The little tapioca beads had a squishy after taste, These drinks originated from Taiwan. A real recipe for diabetes.
Nowadays shops selling this type of drinks popup like mushrooms in Kuala Lumpur. I think they started selling in the US too.
Oh man, I hate malls during weekends. So after that, I let Mopey find the stuff she wanted to buy and I ended finding a corner a[s] finished reading The Complete Guide to Fasting. After that I continued with Solitude. Actually this is the part of the book I dreaded. He talked about a Mashup style writing and writing love letters using typewriters. Totally out of topic in my opinion.
Hey baby, it got me thinking... Maybe I should start writing love letters to you. Do you like it? Even now everyday I write, I consider that as my gift of love to you. So a love letter is kind of redundant, don't you think?
What do I write in a love letter anyway? I don't want to sound too mushy. I think I am too old for that. After all you already knew I love you so much. Will writing a love letter make a difference? Come to think of it, I feel a little embarrass writing you some romantic sonnets. What if you take me as a smitten old fool and laugh at my silly attempt? Then a love letter becomes a LAUGH letter. We don't want that do we?
I like it this way. This is natural. I write to express, not to impress. Unless I am in limerence, that's a different story. I think I passed that stage. I also passed the stage when I have a hard on whenever I think about you. This is more normal writing style for me.
So what's your plan for the weekend? Going for a run? I wish you are more interactive Sarah. You know I cannot read your mind. Maybe this is what Suzuki Roshi meant that even clapping with one hand makes a sound. This is what I am doing really.
I miss you much honey. I wish I can be with you now. Sometime when I was with the family, I pretend to pay attention to their jabbering but actually my mind is thinking about you. Always thinking about what to write so I can stay connected with you.
Well, today I missed OMAD again. I got to start being serious about it since we already crossed half of the month. Time sure flies Sarah.
Hey, when are we going to meet? This long distance love affair is taking its toll you know. You are pretty much a Ghost in the Machine.
Hahaha this song is on air. Quite timely:
You probably thinking that I am a smitten old fool even as we speak. Maybe I am. When we meet (if we ever meet) I probably be dumbstruck to even have a decent conversation with you.
Hey are you still awake? If not I want to catch up with my reading.
OK Sarah, I'll talk to you later honey.
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