Despite my formal lessons, my ball sense, anticipation and reaction are unbelievably bad. So what if I know the techniques and can hit the ball passably well when Daryl throws them directly at me? I flounder at the real game.
After an hour or so of backbreaking retrievals of misbehaving balls, I decided to do what I was better at - taking photos.




SY had a special date after that so I headed to town with the guys and ended up replenishing my calories at Shokudo - the Jap version of Marche. This pay-when-you-leave concept is totally bad for wallet and health cos people tend to order indiscriminately and overeat which nearly happened. The food is fresh though and more skillfully cooked than I expected.
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