i have an unprecedented craving for ss19 pan mee. unprecedented because i don’t think i’ve felt this insurmountable appetite for it before, and i just had it a few days ago! we missed it barely today as we arrived just a few minutes too late for the last bowl. i sulked, obviously, but very often my sulking turns to an unsatisfied grumble because he’ll just tell me i’m being spoiled. which of course i am, but… aiyoh a girl wants to be spoiled sometimes laaaaa!
my mind refuses to work now even though i have lit test next week, which is potentially the one i will not ace in due to lack of practice and reading. visions and smells of pan mee keeps floating through my head. the sweet aroma of pork bits and the acute taste of their wonderful chilli hovers on the tip of my tongue, yet never touching it. I hate this craving and taunting of palates. I WANT PAN MEE!
i miss ss19 pan mee