I was going to write a post about how i have a love/hate relationship with my trainer at the gym.

But that has got overshadowed by my measly dinner that i took away from Secret Recipe.
After craving lasagne all day,
working out at the gym,
and trying not to waste time cos i have to work at home,
i tapaued it from Secret Recipe in SS2,
thinking, “Okay. The place is totally empty but Secret Recipe can’t be that bad right?”

I came home, opened the container and started shrieking to my brother how PUNY the portion was!

“Look at it! What kinda fucking portion is this?! They call this lasagne!?”
“… It looks incomplete.”
“HELL IT IS! I’m calling them right now to complain!”

It’s not like i’m going to drive all the way back there to shove it in their face.
And i’m just so tired and ANNOYED that the food i was anticipating is less than half past six!
So i just pacified myself by calling the number on the receipt, complaining – “I just have to say, that your portions are absolutely miserable, i can’t believe you call that a portion, i feel really cheated, and i can assure you i will never return to your restaurant again!” – and blogging about it angrily while bitterly eating it.

That’ll teach me to buy from an empty restaurant next time.

UGH!

MARAH!!!!

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