i ate at that shangri-la buffet place on cambridge street today, and when i walked in, i felt like it was the 70s all over again, with the dark, old lighting, duct-taped seating, hardwood walls and kitschy wallpaper.
the food was ok, but still not eating there again. too weird, not enough variety in the food, though.
i forgot to tip. i feel bad. maybe i will eat there again just to fix that. when i am really hungry like today. oh my god i can feel the msg.
apparently. i wonder why he was so sad. and even though i didn’t know him that well it is still strange. of the people my age that i knew personally, he was the first to die.
i might leave him a facebook message haha? or something. i don’t know why that is funny. we have to move on somehow.
an update. it’s funny how . . . death leads to rebirth of memories. because i never would have remembered him had he not died. this says something about human nature, or at least, me.
we live on. rest well, be happy.
especially the ones you make to yourself
still working on that one.