Belgian Fries, School Coke Memory, and Fine-Dining Ambition

May 3, 2024

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4:45 p.m. (b)

Belgian fries, taste far superior

You can taste the difference

He's a monster

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10:00 p.m.

That's a good recipe.

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10:00 p.m. (c)

Gotta try this

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11:45 p.m.

I went to cookery class in school, as my extracurricular activity, it was my extracurricular culinary activity.

I was the only guy there.

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11:45 p.m. (c)

I like his mashed potato. But I think adding the Japanese curry powder, for a touch of sophistication, a slight mild spicy flair, brings out the potato's favor. I prefer the taste of it then, with all that overloading of butter.

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Saturday, May 4th.

12:00 a.m.

May the fourth be with you.

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It was the secondary school building, in Colombo International School. I had filled my little blue color, plastic bottle, with a flip up drinking straw, like the███████████████████snub nose. I filled it up with Coca Cola, off the Tuk Shop, for like Rs 20 then. And then,

Oh by the way, my dear Voters:

So, as your new president, I need to remind everyone, when I first got Rs 100. I remember going to the Tuk Shop. I bought a Coca Cola, and a hotdog or something I cannot recall. I think. Or just a Coca Cola. For like Rs 20. I got a 300 ml paper cup, or something. When that lady gave me, a Rs 50, a Rs 20, and a Rs 10. I got 3 x notes, for 1 x Rs 100 note. So I thought I got more. Hehehe. █████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████

I went up the stairs, all the way up, to the 5th or 6th floor. 6th floor, I think it was. I had inadvertently, been shaking up my little bottle like a pressure canister. I walked all the way up those stairs, to my Cookery Class. Those ██████ were learning how to cook. I was ashamed, as when I walked in, all of them, were all girls. I thought horrified, what the ████ is this. As I had already bothered to excruciatingly walk all the way up, I thought, might as well, go in and whatever. I was blushing, my cheeks were turning red, I used to be a little kid with blue water bottle. I sat in the middle. The only empty spot. And at some point, anxious. Not making eye contact. Too shy! I opened my water bottle. Which burst. Spraying coke all over me. I was ---

Jeez

That was traumatic

I never went there again

I also did karate, I got the suit. I am a white belt. I did cricket. I got a cricket bat from Kookaburra. I do an alright 'forward defense'. I did do basketball. I never did rugby because they demanded I go there at 5 a.m. or something, which I didn't have the inkling to follow through on. Sounds stupid. I never did soccer. I guess, I did chess. But I suck at it. I never did debate. I didn't do anything else. I don't really care. i don't care.

But I am sad I didn't get to do cookery class.

I am an alright chef.