Because this is the second time i'm writing this particular blog, i'm gonna make it short. Why? Cause somehow, the backspace button was pressed and the whole bluddy blog got erased thats why!
Went to Tampines st 21, eat breakfast. got tummy pain cause some F^*(^ put chilli into my char tao kuei. Makan my Mee Pok. Wanna go home already. Go buy some Po Pia to curb hunger of lunch. Ask auntie no chilli no tao gay. She take 3 skin out and put all CHILLI! Wat the F&(^%. Tell her dun wan chilli. She scope up some chilli from one skin and put into another skin. WAT the F^*%* No F^*I^ing difference wat! CHhilli is CHIIIILlllii!!!!!
'Auntie! Dun wan chilli!' To further prove my point that the service in singapore sucks, she has to comment, 'i heard want chilli leh'. F^%*&% if you can hear no tao gay, how come u can't hear no chilli! Biatch!!
To add fire to the flame, she has to ask me is it for adult or kid. F&(^^ U Biatch!!! DOes it make a difference!!?!? Maybe it was the numbing contraction of my cap pressing against my skull, cause i couldn't give a answer i wanted to give her. Damn it i lowered my self to tell her that it was for a kid... yeah .. me...
Should have told her," Aauntie, would it make a difference if i said it was for an adult, namely, ME!! If i don't want to eat means i don't want to eat with chilli! Get the F%*&^ ing point?!?!?
But i didn't...again.. Guess i got too much respect for strangers. Or maybe its just that i'm chicken shit. Yeah, i'm chicken shit. If i had respect for her i would have smiled and explained the whole cock-a-doodle doo story of my IBS. To see her tears stream down her oh so F^*&ing ugly face.
Oh well, hunger pangs do me more pain then getting Biatch slapped by her. So i took my proper orders and went home, to type this F(^^& blog whom no one ever reads. Again i would to say, thank you.. to the service in singapore for making my life a whole lot more painful and unbearable. Adios and so long! Psyche.
