#@$!*#!!I smell like french toast

Imagine getting out of bed at 3 am. OK, it is 7am but I usually wake at almost noon so it is like 3am for most people, rite?

All raring for exercise with track pants and t-shirt. Bring camera and planning to capture some misty hills. Dig the toddler out of bed (who also usually sleeps till noon).

Reached the park and it drizzled. PKM, so change of plan. Go for breakfast.

I suggested Gurney Drive for the view. Can eat dim sum and bak kut teh. Reach there, kids refused. #@$!*#!! Want roti canai. I suggested Transfer Road, by the longkang. (wicked plan is to capture some pics for blog)

Kids refused, wanted air-cond place wor. #@$!*#!! Atm then suggested some kueh-teow th’ng at Jalan AhMoy. #@$!*#!! Ok, reach there, kids refused again. #@$!*#!!

Want the next coffee shop which serves Western breakfast. #@$!*#!!

“Hey, I just cooked you all nice sausages yesterday. What western breakfast! They sell cheap ham and sausages only la!”

Kids win. #@$!*#!! My face super black liao. Looking for things to bitch liao. #@$!*#!! Damn Hokkien mee tasted so oily. Not hot (spicy) enough. #@$!*#!! Shitty wan tan mee taste like alkaline water. No lard. #@$!*#!! And that cibai western breakfast cooking made my hair, clothes and underwears all smell like french toast.

Argggh..#@$!*#!!There is nothing I hate than badly ventilated coffee shop. The smell makes me wanna puke. It is as bad as bacon frying oil during pregnancy. That is a super puking smell, I tell ya. #@$!*#!!

Now, 4 hours later, I am still burping bad taste Hokkien mee. #@$!*#!! And I still smell like french toast. #@$!*#!!Super #@$!*#!!

Have a good weekend, people!

Cheers!