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Thursday, March 13, 2008 7:24 pm

no more salmon........

Okay. First of all, this is the LAST time I am going to eat Japanese cuisine with Dewei. But then again, S.Sushi isn't exactly considered a cuisine-y restaurant anyways.
There was the TKD camp today. But unlike orientation, taekwando is after all taekwando and so we had to do some sparring in the morning. And according to Chrystal, we have to do that retarded white belt pattern AGAIN tomorrow. I swear I am going to fall asleep halfway through that routine.
Dewei and I left early today. It turned out that the rest had their wet games shortly after we left. In the rain. At East Coast. It should be fine but I would still prefer playing pool or something like that. I never really liked playing in the rain. Well, of course it is pretty much based on the circumstance. Haha. But anyway, yeah, we played pool and I lost by 1 round. Damn. But at least I am getting better. Yeah man.
We had dinner after that. You know, you should never underestimate the people who look small or something. Not that I am saying Dewei is small-built but he seems to have an bottomless stomach. I was already ready to leave the diner when that guy still prompted me to eat more. More. More. More. Turns out that he wanted to hit the 50 plates record.
Mad.
I repeat.
Mad.
If we actually somehow, ridiculously managed to complete that feat, I would be either crawling my way out of the restaurant or be carried out on a stretcher. It's that bad okay? I have a phobia of salmon already so the next person who shows me that pinkish stuff, I will most probably hurl. Yeah.
The bill was scary. I didn't know that GST and Service Charges could accumulate to around 8 bucks or so. Dewei, you still owe me money.
I feel like sleeping. But no. I have decided to do some serious mugging tonight so YES. Gonna study and finish off that damn Economics essay and so chemistry.
See ya.


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