I feel like a snowman. Or at least i'm walking like one. I just ate two days worth of food at The Line at the Shangrila. I like buffets, because it favours my eating habits, which is picking a little bit of everything, to satisfy my greedy + fickle self.

There was this little kid at one table, i think he was about 5, or 6. He had his own freaking portable DVD player right in front of him. Other than he getting the right to ignore everyone else on the table, i mean who actually does that!! And at the Japanese section (sashimi yay), i was comtemplating on getting some miso soup when this other kid came, lifted the whole jug of soya sauce (for soba), stuck his nose in, gave it a good sniff, and when he was happy, he poured it into his saucer. I mean well, besides getting the wrong sauce for sashimi, he also spilled a generous amount of it all over my heels and i'm suspecting, part of my jeans. And yes, he ignorantly walked away. Okay fine maybe i'm just ranting away because i had a bad day (and don't get me wrong, i really love kids) haha but i have this strong feeling my toes still smell salty.

SALTY!!!!!!