5.31am thoughts.

if there is one word to sum up daddy's birthday dinner, i wouldn't know what that word is wtf.

it was amazing because the company was the best; i mean, seriously the four of us hardly get together for meals because we all function at different hours of the day.
look at me, i'm typing this at breaking dawn.
plus, daddy's friend + girlfriend + 3 y/o french chinese son who is absolutely adorable :)

he was playing with the iphone (seriously, 3 YEARS OLD) on his baby chair and someone accidentally spilled guava juice and it went all over the table.
before it got to him, he quickly took off his slippers to prevent it from getting wet and tried to inch away from the table while yelping at daddy's friend to get him out.

daddy's friend: "3 years old only and he cannot stand being dirty or being in a dirty environment."
mummy: "my daughter's the same."

i might be messy (in my defence, i call it an organised mess/controlled chaos) but filth is something i cannot fucking stand.
if i'm wearing flip flops and a drop of water - or god forbid, it rains - lands on my feet, i go crazy.
i always, always tip toe in the kitchen because there are always wet patches or drops of water or oil or something dirty.
restaurant table tops disgust me; i NEVER put my elbows or arms on the table because they use the same grimy disgusting cloth to wipe every table and sorta sweep the residual food all over.
just typing this out makes me cringe.

ANYWAY before i lose friends for being weird wtf, the service and food kinda sucked :(

if there's one thing i cannot tahan in a restaurant, what more in a slightly formal restaurant, is when the mains are served at different times.
it's more unforgiving this time around because 3 people ordered a medium rare filet mignon and yet they still came out at different times!
my meal was the last to be served and by then people were already having their last mouth full wtf -__-"

i wanted to make a fuss but happy occasion and all, no point being bitter.

abrupt ending because i can't think of what to write anymore besides start saving for europe brenda wong.
you need 5000 euros.

dear god i might as sell my kidney.