~Sleep is the Best Cure~ A Diary of a Medical Student

Sunday, February 17, 2008

Triplets in the World

Today was infested with Japanese, calories, and weird occasions. Not saying that's bad, but after being away from Japan for so long it can get slightly eerie.

I woke up around 6:30 for no reason, stayed in bed till 10:00. Today's plan: Get to Richmond, get some food either at Subway (to the right of the Richmond Station), then head over to Maison Blanc (left of the station), grab some cake, then go to work.

On the train I encountered to Japanese females who were squealing about Madam Tussaud's. They had the typical look of "I didn't get good enough grades in high school to go to a university so I worked my butt off to save up some money to go to London, and now I'm going tourista and looking like an idiot and embarrassing my fellow Japanese". I inched away before I got discovered that I was one of them.

Well, suddenly I decided that I wanted to eat my lunch at Maison Blanc as well. It was a little pricey, but it was well worth it... I ate "Mediterranean", which was really good (love those dried tomatoes), and Concerto, which was really ironic because I was reading through Brahms' Concerto then. It was awfully good though. Hmm.

Taught the sisters (the elder's getting better, although it took her 5 minutes to get 100 divided by 5... it's 20, idiot.)

Then something awfully weird happened.

You know how you're supposed to have two other people in the world who look just like you? (Well, maybe we only say that in Japan. Dunno.) Anyway, as I was coming out of Subway, I saw a guy in the shop next to Subway who looked EXACTLY like Billy. Even wore glasses like him.

My thought? "Wait a minute, he lives in freaking Surrey, and it's 5:00PM in the afternoon on a Sunday. Why the hell is he in Richmond?"

He walked behind me, followed me to the station, then disappeared.

Came home on the bus after grabbing Teriyaki Chicken in Subway after all, where I encountered another duo of Japanese females, who were saying something like "London is da place to live in, foshizzle!" (okay, maybe not the ghetto talk but something close). I pretended that I was too busy looking out the window.

Got home, and my other student wasn't there. My thought: what the?! Apparently I didn't "pick up the phone", so without waiting for five minutes she just went home. It's not like she's a busy woman, oh no! Then she blamed it on me. But since this is business, I was the one who apologized. Maybe I should quit my job with that retard. She's not paying me enough anyway.

Most likely the "Billy" I saw was a random dude who had fluffy hair like him and wore weird glasses like him.

But... it was pretty damn freaky.

Written at: 7:27 PM

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