Imagine this

Jared running down the street - Mitch of Baywatch. Girls stopping, hearts stopping, mouths drooling. Personally, I think he might look like a helium baloon with two legs if he exercises even more, but that's just me - the fat fondler.

Went out for lunch to BBQ King today, the Hong Kong-ian restaurant where they feed you till death do you apart. The portion sizes were extraordinary (yes, Telecom! it's not like you own the phrase!).

Breathe, Jared, breathe - they do have forks here.

Jared, being on the diet and all, vacuumed his plate in three seconds. The first two suspiciously eyeing the plate and grabbing the fork. Margaret ate her lunch and was gone before you could say: I'd like to have crispy pork.

Tony held on to his fringe while slurping the noodles in his soup and getting pinker by the minute. Jared was long done before Tony realized his hair had more of his noodles than his stomach.

I drowned my rice in Hoisin sauce and tried to save them one by one with Chris, pardon, chopsticks.

Chantal and Chris sat there waiting for their meal to arrive and we tried to keep solidarity by stuffing ourselves with food and making sure to produce sufficient sounds so they know how delicious their dishes would be when they arrived in 20 minutes.

The conversation never got further than whose pork was crispier and how fast can Jared eat. Even on our way back when we saw the construction workers digging a ginormous hole in the road, all we could think of was Hangi - Thanks to Jared.

Oh, Not even Uh!