饺子 is one of my favored and I could never get enough of it. Last night I had little extra time on hand unexpectedly, so my mind was wandering toward food. Not that I wasn’t hungry .. how about having few dumplings before the match?
Great idea.
So I went down to the Golden Mall – a good place to go when you’re alone. I feel uncomfortable dining alone in a restaurant.
For a grand US$3 you could get 12 fat juicy dumplings.
One order was enough to fill an empty belly
But Irene ordered the second one after polishing off 12.
I was really stuffed, totally bloated. Lack of self-restrain.
My second match (my team’s third) was rather uneventful and dull. The lady won’t shake our hands before the match, claiming that she had cold .. but palmed us after the match was over. During the match, I often found myself watching my teammates. At one point Kai was serving and I was so into watching that I didn’t know the point had started and Kai was asking me …
“Could you please cover the other side of the court??”
I was like .. huuuuuh? OMG the point was in session ..
Thought if I was so involved with other two courts, I should have some idea as how did they fare?
No way. I had no clue.
One court won 6-0 and 6-1 .. really?
I’m not a believer in dishing out bagels (ok .. I’m a lousy player to boot ..) bec I felt its really uncalled for. But what could one do in a competitive match, with a team to consider? The first set was gone so quickly that I didn’t know what was happening then, it just ended abruptly.
Anyway .. our first doubles after winning the first set at 4, eventually lost 7-10 at the super tiebreak.
As we were leaving the parking lot, I still could feel the dumplings in my pork belly.
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