Umm, let's see...give me the number 8...That's the fried Dog and onion rings, right?

So towards the end of the day, my assistant began talking about hunting and how she cannot eat deer. She thinks of Bambi whenever she tries to eat it. Out of nowhere, the nurse in my room, a philipino woman, said "you know what the delicacy in the phillipines is?" "Dog". Dead serious. I think I already knew this, but to hear it from someone originally from there, was a little shocking. As a joke (because there is no way this would be true, right?) I asked her "Sonia, you have ate dog before?" and then I chuckled. Straight faced, she goes "yes. It tastes like goat".

You heard it here first, people. Dog tastes like goat. I am thinking I might just have to take her word for it!

I started my second job last night. Online poker. I can hear a groan from my parents as I write this. No worries, mother and father, I already withdrew the money I bought in with and am playing with my profits. My profits from my first night, by the way, was 120 dollars. Not bad for 3 hours of work, eh?

I signed up to work the Taste of Kapolei next saturday. Think Taste of Chicago, but shrinked down real small (maybe Taste of Frankfort Square?...HAha what would be there "I'll take a gyro for Kismet and an ice cream cone from Twist and Shake...okay, hunny, lets go home".) Anyway, I will be pouring wine and passing food out (and eating a little myself...and pouring a little for myself). I agreed to do it simply because groceries are so damn expensive and I figured I would save myself the money for that night. Question...Is it completely un-classy to line my pockets with plastic bags and sneak food to bring home? Just wondering.


Go bears