a trash-bag of thoughts and things that swim in the mind of a wandering fool-for-Christ, a.k.a. taong-grasa-para-kay-Kristo wannabe... "If indeed aspiring to be free and happy and deliberately poor, simple, unfit for career advancement, and just a mere human being who is fully aware of his being so is really a case for the asylum, then please count me in! This is what being a fool-for-Christ truly means! I would willingly forgo a leg and an arm to even get anywhere near being one!"
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
PENANCE FOR BRUNCH
Oatmeal, peppered pecan and dried cranberries. Late morning snack. Doesn't seem right. But it doesn't taste that bad either. It just feels weird in the mouth especially when you are craving for Vigan langgonisa, bagnet, garlic rice and ice-cold Coke. I needed to off-set my previous day's indulgences. No complaints. I'm exerting heroic efforts to savor every spoonful and imagines I am feasting on a huge bowl of pasta with prosciutto and sun-dried tomatoes. All it takes is just a bit of imagination and tons of guts to swallow each mouthful of this revolting concoction!
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