im eating some tuna pancake leftover from my mother's kindergarten celebration [pressumably. having nice leftover food and non-leftover food and presents from children's overhyped kindergarten birthday parties and holiday celebrations has always been a fringe benefit i have enjoyed since a child, courtesy of my kindergarten-teacher-mother. you get all sorts of weird assortment of things; food, lots of food, like nuggets, chicken wings, bee hoon, like homemade cookies, hongkong flown mooncakes, omiyage from japan, some weird silk pouchs, MANY MANY photoframes, a range of flowers, brownies from the maid, hand printed cards, blah blah.] and it tastes kind of nice.

what holiday is it anyway?
or maybe it's some rich spoilt kid's birthday and his loving parents decided to throw him a kindergarten birthday surprise, massive cake, birthday chorus, multiple decorations and balloons and wishes from all staff and principal included.

come to think of it,
the last time i remember a birthday party,
i was like 5.
i wore a frilly skirt, had hair that was bowl shaped [meaning you flip over a bowl, put on my head, trim my hair, and tada! you get the hairstyle.] and like teenage mutant ninja turtles.
my cake had the picture of a ninja turtle on it. i think it was the red colour one.
it's ironic, that the older you get [for me, maybe not for you], the more jaded you become, and the less you expect and receive from birthdays.

what does it mean anyway?
that your existence and presence in this world and the inconvenience and pain and annoyance you have caused to people around you has just increased.
congratulations.



i hate tuna.
like, i never eat it.
like if im at delifrance and i have to order topping to go with the croissant and there's only some weird corn filling [yes i dont like corn either, goodness knows why. and goodness knows even why more nono likes it. like likes-it-will-order-corn-sushi-like. incredible. unbelievable.] i would still not order the tuna filling.
like if there are 5 dishes on the table and there's tuna, i would eat everything, but tuna.
like if there were no more canned mackerel, or even if there were only like chili flavoured mackerel [it really doesnt go] i would still not buy canned tuna.

this tastes nice.
honestly speaking.
even though i just took it out from the fridge.
even though its tuna.
even though its tuna AND pancake.

i love pancake.
but tuna and pancake?

i wasn remembering my reaction when i just reached home and opened the fridge and saw the suspicious looking container and opened the container and saw this.
like, EWWW. TUNA WITH PANCAKE? weirdo bizzaro.





okay,
maybe im really hungry.

or i'm weirdo bizzaro.