i need to complain to the world, else i can't sleep.

i haven't slept well for two days so i'm kinda braindead but try as hard as i might i couldn't sleep because the Milo incident is still running through and through my head driving me absolutely bonkers. so here's a ramble from me to the world - it's not going to have the appropriate amount of punctuations but i don't care.

i like my Milo made plain, without milk or sugar. lots of Milo, like five tablespoons full; but not a single drop of milk or sugar. i've always hated that, milk and sugar in my Milo. i'd never drink it.

and i guess what made me loathe it even more was after this one ordeal while on a trip to Genting Highlands when i was 12 where my god-ma made me a cup of Milo with milk and i was made to finish it as she and my mum ganged-up on me and insisted that there wasn't anything else other that Milo in it. it was the most frustrating thing ever and i remember slipping away to the toilet after that, locked the door shoved two fingers down my throat to make that horrid stuff come back up and then secretly i cried.

i know i sound like a psycho but that's the way things go for me when it comes to eating. i love food so much i'd rather be kinda plump and eat whatever i want than being slim but miserable. but making me eat something i dislike is like asking me to jump off the cliff. yeah yeah, save me all the "i must be thankful for millions are starving" talk - if they haven't make my Milo wrong in the first place, i would've finished it.

anyway, i brought this up cos the same thing happened to me this morning, i ordered Milo kosong and the stupid mamak idiot gave me a cup with milk and/or sugar. i took a sip and i rejected it on the spot and i wanted them to make me another glass but my dad helped that asshole by insisting that it is void of milk and/or sugar, so they didn't. i refused to drink it, although i was starving and now i have gastric. so that still pisses me off at this very moment. because it wasn't plain. it wasn't plain at all. and i'm deprived of Milo cos i can go through a tin a month which explains why we're currently out of Milo at home (again) and i'm dreaming of having a cup right now...

but thank goodness i didn't have to drink any of that awful cup at the mamak because my mum agreed this time that there was milk.