Was so excited to meet Dad for lunch since I didn't get to see him for days and I really wanna show that I do care alot about him.. So we decided on the famous Songfa BKT at clarke quay at 1245pm. Was ready to give him a treat.
(11am) Headed for the art gallery to present my ideas and discuss details on a certain project with my cute Italian boss. Haven't seen him for ages. Felt like a lousy employee.
He was really engrossed with the project details and I had to make sure I took note of everything he wanted me to work on during the weekends before leaving the gallery. The clock was ticking. Dad holds on to his PUNCTUALITY principle to death.
(1228pm) Rushed out of the gallery and everything was so draggy (right from the bus waiting time to the 'short' journey and roads in Chinatown). I was panicking. While the Chinese bus driver took his own sweet time. (and even had time to ask me if I'm Chinese when my mind was like "DUH DO I LOOK LIKE ANOTHER RACE TO YOU!? CAN YOU PLEASE FOCUS I'LL REALLY APPRECIATE IT.") << Not blaming but he was being hilarious in a panicky situation.
(1250pm) 5 mins late. Received a text from Dad that he's about to leave if I keep him waiting. OMINOUS. Immediately called and got a lashing from him and he said he's gonna settle lunch himself..
SO BUMPED. I'm just in front of it..
Teared at the bus stop. Was just trying to search myself instead. Took a walk under the scorching hot weather to look for the besties at tanjong pagar.
Kept thinking about how happy I would be sharing a hot peppery soup of BKT with salted vegetables and some disgustingly delightful pig organs and intestines with my Dad.
On the side note, I'm thankful for these two who never fail to cheer me up and just be there for me <3
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XOXO, Fei.
