fatman goes into the unfamiliar restaurant. excited and hungry, he is ready to conquer his table. what?! "it's a buffet," he hears. the meat is being cooked. his bowls of rice are in place. everything is just right. on your mark. get set. EAT!!! after what seemed like hours of gorging on cows, fatman finally stops. father frowns. cousins frown. brother frowns. fatman is not like he used to be. he can no longer eat 3 bowls of rice with comfort. fatman struggles after a pitiful bowl #2. his heavy breathing increases. fatman is defeated. fatman sucks.

you know how i describe how good the restaurants are right? well, just imagine just how much BETTER the buffets are! i am telling you, that crap is freakin' tight! i wanna use non-existing words. i wanna cry. i wanna gesticulate. but i just can't tell you just how "awe-ful" my dinner was. *sigh* like i said, i can't eat as much as i used to. but i can tell you that i ate to the point where my initial unhappiness turned into sorrow. that's right. i ate and i became sad. too much is too much. oh, but it was also an interesting experience. across from my table was this really fine looking girl. first of all, i'm not used to seeing too many pretty girls at buffets so it kinda came to me by surprise. second, you would expect pretty girls to eat with tiny cute little bites and complain about how fat they were after 5 pieces of meat. ha! this girl was no ordinary girl. she would make her big meat sandwich thingys (sang-choo + meat + rice) and stuff ALL of that crap in her mouth! it was really unattractive and funny at the same time, seeing her trying to chew so much with her tiny little mouth. she'd be wiping her mouth over and over and continue making her enormous sandwiches. it was a very interesting site. such a pretty girl with no shame at a buffet. interesting.