makan theraphy.
i shall skip all the details of what happened earlier which created those commotions, wasnt exactly what i wished that it would happen.i met up with clara afterall... for awhile though. together with gary of course. clara left us awhile later for some personal reasons that i think she ought to be excused. went around shopping with gary when he suddenly said he was hungry. i came up with a few suggestions that can prolly satisfy his hunger and cover my sadness (you know... as the saying goes, the more sad you are the more you can eat... which is true!). we settled for the international buffet at Goodwood Park hotel. wasnt my first time there though, and the food still taste pretty good.
i was too engross with the food there that i forgotten all about taking pictures of it. only when i was already bloated, den i realised that maybe i should use my lousy old camera phone. here's my take:
my good old buddy, gary. look how stuffed his mouth is. thats how much we ate.
here's an overview from my point of view. its a pretty nice and cosy place i must say, to gather with a couple of friends.
my ice cream desert... mango sobet and tiramisu... topped with coloured candy bits, chocolate fudge and marshmallows.
finally... gary's plate of fruits.... and...
my plate of fruits.... we were pretty bored, as you can see.
we were too bloated to think about anything else. i just wish i was home and find my bed sweet bed.
seb at 10:50 PM
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