Monday, September 8, 2008
My crib has never run out of fluffy bread, especially pandesal. My folks are gripped to this commodity and so I am. It was around two in the dead morning when I felt a sudden ache on my gut, with the usual bourborigmus sound effect, while I was having my scheduled day dreaming express. I looked around to every corner of the kitchen for anything edible to devour. I rummaged the kitchen cabinets and the fridge, but the only thing that I had was a plastic bag of pandesal. I took 3 pieces: I stuffed one piece in my mouth and one on each hand. I thought of spreading some cheese or peanut butter on it but my action was not materialized because I felt too “lazy” of doing it. I just really felt lazy that night, that even putting cheese spread on my bread was a big deal. Therefore, I chomped the food with half-satisfied palate. gee...sloth!