Just last night, my dad reminded me to eat the bread he brought for my bro and I for breakfast this morning. He placed it on the kitchen table top, just beside my water bottle so i will remember to take it with me to school.


So at about 1pm today at ngee ann library, the supposed brunch had long been digested. Remembering i still have my chicken fillet bread in my bag, i gleefully took it out while reading the advanced statistics notes.


Chomp chomp chomp chomp... I still hadnt tasted the chicken after 4 huge bites.

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Tada!




Because the cruel baker FORGOT TO PUT THE FILLET!!! :( What are the odds lah, seriously


I was so sad i ran to the room to show wr. And angry enough to bring the empty bread home to show mum, dad, bro and oreo. Apparently everyone felt quite cheated too, all except oreo, which explains why he's in the background staring affectionately at the bread. And even after i dump it in the rubbish bin, he continues to circle the bin, hoping for the bread to appear again haha.



So i'm never going to believe in bread again when i'm hungry. Especially those with fillings.