It sometimes happens, when I'd get all too busy with something, I'd end up forgetting to eat lunch, until my stomach would complain come dinner time. I was with my dad, Kiara, Jason and Jerard that day. We went to Shangri-La to check on the stall. I was actually dizzy already, I can sense my temper meter rising.
So now, where to eat? Dad offered Tokyo Tokyo since they have unlimited rice. But much to our demise, the unlimited rice they've offered all these years has been discontinued. I was protesting inside but we were all too hungry to transfer to another restaurant.
We're actually a family that throws a temper whenever we're hungry. Which explains the silence, or else we'll all explode like a time bomb. So when the food was served, we helped ourselves, and barely even spoke a word. The next thing I heard was, "Please pass the dessert". When you hear the burp and the utensils placed down, that's when the talking begins.
From a distance I'd stare at my brother and I'd tell myself. "My brother's really good looking!" But I wouldn't dare tell him, or else I'd see the last of his charms wither in the midst of conceit and self love.
While my other brother Jason's charm sort of grows on you eventually. What with the looks he managed to get from our dad.
You know they say, "stop and smell the roses"? I'm doing just that, I stopped and look around to appreciate everything around me. I guess that's what happens when you have too much to eat.
