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Tuesday, January 20, 2009

nothing much from work. just been weird ever since i was stationed at the same station as Jimmy that day.

but two Americans made my day.
i went over to the table,
me: Hi, could i take your order?
the bigger dude: Hi! how ya doin(in the joey way,friends). you've got a pretty smile
me: *stun at something that totally didnt answer my question*
smile smile and waited for their order.

this was something utterly crappy that ahfa said to me ytd.
i was pestering unkle to teach me to ccok the baby back ribs when he was slicing potato in the kitchen, when ahfa heard
in unison, he and unkle pointed to the grill saying - qu la!
as much as i wanted to go, i had tables to serve. that was about 6 tables in my station.
and then ah fa said : hen rong yi de! qu na bian, fan fan fan cha cha cha jiu hao le!