Never, in a million years, did I think I would hear Shanghainess echoing down my hall way, slipping into my little apartment! I heard it all summer, a world away. I hope those people walk by my door often, and deliver me a daily dosage of home.
I'm addicted to material possessions! I can't stop. Should I exchange my Sprint phone for something cheap or dish out 80 bucks for a beautiful new phone?! This new phone would only last me two years anyway... but if it's the ever so popular Kantana, it would me happy every time I see it (at least for the first week). If only it could deliver a couple of long-waited calls!
So here goes my Saturday... with only one noteset accomplished. I'm about to go running around the park with my little buddy. My first Ultimate Frisbee experience last week reminded me of how much fun it was to sweat outside. It's been so long since I ran outside... dating back to the outer loop with Maria! Remember those days???
Change of subject --
A bubble for two; that is what I have found. Sadly, one cannot solidify a bubble... no padding, strengthening, thickening allowed. It is ever so fragile, so delicate, so unstable, and yet I have put in so much, too much, of myself into it. On Friday, this bubble almost lifted off the ground, and I was reminded of how far it could go. But the moment ended with no lift-off, because I fear that like all bubbles, it would burst with distance.
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How motivated we were about tackling that loop =) I miss jogging outside. Here, the neighborhood's too unsafe =/
So I'm typing without using my left index finger, which remains bandaged :(
Bubbles are fragile, but beautiful. I love your analogy, but here is another one: You know how sometimes two bubbles will lightly touch each other and become one bubble? If you have your occupy your own bubble, and he occupies his, how lovely would it be if the two bubbles were to meet and become one?
what a writer, that tian is. more metaphors for me to figure out!
~LN
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