You eat ramen every day?
No, I reply to the boy, half-conscious, with bits of miso on my hair. I am a fucking liar.
Of course, I eat ramen daily. Chicken fried rice, too. I don’t even read that as a question.
Why? Because it takes me two business days to successfully look up other food options on a menu written in squiggly language I don’t understand. Also, because I am a hopeless fiend for ramen and chicken fried rice.
The boy went out to train today in Quezon City with a fighter we have come to like and here I am in a food coma in Bangkok.
Eating like a maniac and no physical activity, except shopping. I have gained weight. Not only do I feel it, I see it.
But that’s alright. I will make it up on training when I get back. Or at least, I will try. If it doesn’t work out, then guess who is fucked.