tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18560288.post2768476195704387804..comments2009-10-13T22:57:05.519+07:00Hninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04769428518589976022hn1ngswara@yahoo.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18560288.post-15652532058596239782009-10-13T22:57:05.519+07:002009-10-13T22:57:05.519+07:00I managed to forgive that waitress from the first bite of my rocket fuel food. Man, you can forgive anything after a meal like that! :DHning / Aliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04769428518589976022noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18560288.post-36838392528947793332009-10-05T17:38:19.428+07:002009-10-05T17:38:19.428+07:00oh btw, I hate salespeople or waitresses like that. They&#39;re the sort that thinks that once you poke your head into the door or just look at their shop windows, you&#39;re out to buy or eat from them!coralbeadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00876133113364963855noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18560288.post-31379677241806644532009-10-05T17:35:46.282+07:002009-10-05T17:35:46.282+07:00I&#39;ve done that before: feeling lonely/clueless/whatever means a trip to some unknown, usually for a food trip, alone. It does work wonders sometimes!<br /><br />I hope you&#39;ve gotten over that flamingly hot meal. From what you&#39;ve described, you ate rocket fuel.coralbeadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00876133113364963855noreply@blogger.com