Fay and I accompanied the newly 21-year-old in our group yesterday, without our mommy Jane bear with us (she’s currently enjoying life with the cute Korean boys in the land of the kimchi warriors). Without the luxury of weaving in and out of Korean traffic at the present moment, we decided to indulge in Fay’s set of Boys over Flowers DVDs, which took us through 8 episodes without us knowing. So much so that we even forgot about cooking lunch, until about 3pm.
Broccoli Spag. Yummm.
After 8 hours or so of not-so-good-looking Korean guys, we decided to do something more old-school, like playing the Game of Life. This Hasbro game, It never grows old.
As usual, I lost. I've kind of let such things slide, ever since Jack and I started to board-game with Gordon and Gerlynn. The victory thingy isn't as substantial or inviting as it was before we had met them. Losing has softened the angle I look at life from, partially because it has been etched into me the fact that you don't win most of the time, especially when you play a game with more than just yourself.
Remember those New Year Resolutions we wrote, sitting around in Fay's room on the last few minutes of 2006? I had the huge itch to take a glimpse of it yesterday. Haha. Now I know why people seldom set themselves down and write such stuff.
Holding out til tomorrow, until I see you again...
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