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| Our
good looking patron of the night, Paul, who was leaving us to
pursue his crazy dream in another part of the world. As you
might have guessed, this was a small farewell party we had for
him, and his wife. |
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| "Where
is my food!", after 30 minutes of waiting at Kampachi Restaurant
[Jan 6, '05]. |
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| Asahi,
the energetic drink that kept us awake, or subconscious when
overdosed. |
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Our
lady was wondering what else could she taste, even after 4 rounds
of dish ordering.
In our team, we work hard, but she always eat hard. |
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| A cup
and a black line.. they all said I was drunk, I convinced them
not. |
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| They
kept chatting away, I kept photographing away. |
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| As a
tradition, we never head home straight away after our meal.
We stayed on for a cup of hot brasserie coffee tonight. Someone
took a bite of my cracker while I was away shooting picture. |
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