288. Fish pudding.

Seems like Ayam was one step quicker in making fish luncheon meat. Nevermind, says the big boss, cos his other idea is fish pudding. Frankly, I was quite shocked when he said that, but while running around trying to seek shelter from the rain and pressing my other ear to block out as much noise as possible because asking him to repeat so many times was rude, I didn't really express that slight moment of disbelief, but just 'orh'-ed all the way. Something seaweed. Something Japanese restaurant. Something egg. Something edible, I hope. Eh wait, fish pudding?

A Nikon D200 is sitting silently in a corner of my room now cos my mom borrowed it, cos I wanted to experiment with it, and it ain't half bad. Hahaha shitz reason. Anyway no memory card reader yet, so the photos are still stuck in the card. The lens is power. Reminds me when someone asked if I had a 'super good camera' to use for the club, and take for granted that as if I really really wanted to help the club by willingly offer my (if I had it) camera.

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I won't.


Anyway, it's Xin Wang at night again cos we are pang yau with them. Rebates.
It's Friday. The amount of work left to do is shocking.