if love is really good, you just want more.

went dinner with my kor at fish and co.
damn, i must praise them for such good service.
definitely better than (whats that imitation's name?) oh, mahattan fish market.
lol, i bet the manager read my blog entry on dining at Mattahan's last weekend. which totally explains the good service.
everyone's reading my blog, i should be so honoured,



eh cannot let me dream for a while more is it?! @#$%^&
thanks for bursting my bubble.
ok back to the story.

to keep the story short, although it is alrdy very short, about 155cm....
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO (will you let me finish)
to keep the story shorter than short, and simpler than simple, and easier than easy, and.. i think you get the drift.

you know, whenever you enter the restaurant,
they will serve you one small tub/bowl/whatevershityoucallthat of tartar sauce
and one tub/bowl/whatevershityoucallthat of the chicken-rice-type-of-chilli chilli.
lol, i think this post is gonna take longer than i expected.

so i asked for another tub (i shall call it tub k, been calling it for years already, dont fucking care if its actually not called a tub but whatever, just let me be!) of tartar sauce, cos kor was alrdy finishing the tartar sauce. and i also asked for chilli sauce, the maggi kind of chilli sauce.
lol, shant be bothered to explain alrdy.

speaking of which, macdonalds has brought back the Garlic Chilli.
yay everyone shout yay! only kor at the corner boo-ing.
"where got nice.. so smelly la!"

ok, so the manager gave us the requested sauces. (she was serving us all this while)
so now the table has like 4 tubs.
so the food came and we were like practically drinking down the tartar and chilli sauce.

from the corner of my eye, i saw the manager trying to peek at our table from afar.
ok, not that far, maybe like 2 tables away.
so my eyeball came back from that corner (i think it was the top left hand corner or was it the right....)
and continued eating.


then suddenly she whizzed by to our table (imagine all the smoke and sand behind her)
and gave us 2 more tubs of tartar sauce.
ok tub sounds damn huge. fuck, shall use sauce bowl, which stupidly means i have to type one additional word. ok la, she didnt move like as fast as lightning, but still.....................you geddit.

and so she placed the tubs on the table.
we were like, "wah, thank you thank you. *like kiasu singaporeans waiting for samples*"
then we continued eating.. so now the freaking table had like 6 tubs of sauces.
then guess what the chilli sauce ran out.
so we signalled for more chilli sauce haha, and she came with 2 more tubs of chilli sauce.
what the fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.
now the table has 8 muth*f***ing tubs!!!!!!
ok didnt know why i had to use MF, but it just needed to sound more WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!

ok, then the tartar sauce ran out again. and omg, u guessed it,
this time she brought a bigger tub of tartar sauce.


what. the. fuck.
do. i. look. like. i. need. so. much. tartar. sauce!

i bet
passers-by walking past (duh, or else why would they be called passers right - walkers-by. the 'by' word sounds damn vulgar to me. lols.) must be thinking,






lol, for a moment i thought i was in hollywood.
ok i dono who the hell i just tagged.
but it doesnt matter, just know they are celebrities. lols.



for once i actually felt good paying for the service charge lol.
on 2nd thoughts, maybe i was paying for the 8 small tubs and the huge-ass tub of tartar sauce instead.