Grazing The Japanese

Graze @ One Rochester has a very Great Gatsby feel to it. It’s the way the chatter of the guests bounces off the private estate. And so did the many dim lights, and the lawn garden contribute.

Celebrating Ryan’s birthday in advance, we had two entrees, the house platter for four and the complete dessert tasting platter. The house platter hosted grilled meat: sirloin steak, lamp chops, chicken, pork and sausage. I can’t see my meat, thanks to the dim lights, but it was mostly overcooked since it tasted tough and chao-dar, with the exception of the steak. So yucks. But guys will be guys, so YQ polished off everything, even when Ryan and Mr Dimples waved white flags.

We managed to sully the atas settings splendidly by attempting to teach Mr Dimples functional Japanese when everyone has settled in a semi dazed, semi crazed mood. So YQ started the game when he declared he learnt his Japanese from erm, rated movies. And Ryan has watched his fair share. I’m, of course, educated formally via Japanese electives in NUS. The three of us sent one another (Mr Dimples included) into fits when we drew up a fun way to learn Japanese by committing the adjectives learnt via memory through sexual context.

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Male: ii desu ka, doo

Female: chotto

Make: nani

Female: itai

Male: doshite

Female: ookii

Male: soo

Male: ima doo. yamete mo

Female: ano

Female: yasashii ne.

Female: kimochi

Male: sore de wa mo ichi doo

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Mr Dimples revealed the British side when YQ started doing the fraternity boy chuckle when we came to how minna can be used. Yes, very well-bred indeed, it’s comforting to know some people still believe the act should be kept to between two people and no more beyond. Anyway, he earned brownie points by driving stoically through a 1.5 hour jam. We were supposed to eat @Mt Emily but traffic all the way there was crazy. We had to cancel our reservation upon arrival when we realized we couldn’t stay long enough at the table. And so off we drove to Rochester Park which was basically at the other end of the island.

I guess the law (of diminishing returns) can be combated by hanging out in a group.

Nevertheless Mr Dimples and I are going out later today to catch the rest of the biennale art exhibits. Let’s see how the law holds up.