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Wednesday, July 02, 2008'♥

\\ impregnated with food.\\


more often that not, what constitutes a good day primarily depends on the food i eat, i.e whether the particular food craving for that day is met, the ability of that craving to satisfy ( quality vs quantity.), how much of the entire food cravings are met and all of the above amongst my other needs of my online retail therapy.

today's a absolu-fucking-ly good day minus the angry standoff between the water choker ( me) and the one who got choked on water ( him ).

i had.

1) brunch craving :
for me :
a bowl of mushroom straganoff at soup spoon. ( 2.5 stomachs / 5 ). we unanimously agreed that it didnt taste as good as before, and there's this plasticky mushroom aftertaste. eck.

for him:
broccoli and crab bisque ( 2.5 stomachs /5) the combination is just wrong.
uegh.


4 and a half hours later....


2) dinner/late supper craving.
for me/us:
salmon belly soup
salmon sashimi salad
cold soba


for him:
cold soba.
sashimi platter

at sushi tei. he was feeling mighty generous and so, a feast we had.

for that it's 5 stomachs/5.

it's good . it's good.
but i am hungry . again.

12:50 AM








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eloera jesusa woon.

she paints skins of whom she has never known, and may never be.
she fortifies , she preserves - of what time has taken.
she dances in the silvers of her moonlight ,
with this cacophany of noises,with these falsities -they lead her hand. //

the facades that she hide behind, the facets of her life.she is but the master of puppetry.

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