June 2, 2006

• Mochi Mochi.

  
  

  Yesterday, I told myself I would drive out to run some errands or perhaps grab a favourite drink or dessert to reward my victorious hardworking week. I decided to get my favourite japanese dessert: Mochi.

  
  

  They didn’t have my favourite kind at the Chinese supermarket (which is the one with the bunny on the wrapper and a snow scene at the back), so I had to resort to another japanese “gourmet” mochi’s.

  
  

  I sat down near the window and solemnly opened the wrapper; I was actually anticipated to dig my fork into those white little circles to see if they’re soft and fresh. To my dismay, it wasn’t soft and fresh. It was as hard as an ice-cube. So I bravely forked it into my mouth, eating it all alone. I stared out the window, and I had the slightest feeling of loneliness in my heart.

  
  

  I wish I had Dave to eat this with me.

  
  

  And maybe the reason why I’m always keeping myself busy (in life) is probably because I would otherwise eat too many mochi’s alone pitifully if my life wasn’t busy at all.

  
  

  

  
  

  These aren’t my favourite by the way.

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