As The Wings Of Perfect Flame Glow Out Of Passion.

Monday, January 08, 2007

Maladroit.

Lunch time:

We ate at KFC. Eating in KFC on lunchtime is like eating on a desert. You and a gazillion-bazillion animals sharing a single oasis. Anyways, Sir Reggie treated us to a variety meal consisting of a variety of foods made from chicken. Yeah, I broke my diet-code once more.

So, we were eating, I refilled our gravy-container and I dropped it on the table and it splattered to Reggie and Maristel. It was only a few splatters on their pants and shirts but it was disgusting nonetheless. They wiped it clean and we all laughed about it.

Minutes later, I was enjoying my second chicken, and my first barbeque chicken, then an anonymous lady dropped her dalandan drink to me. Yeah, I was flabbergasted and wet. Lucky me, only the dalandan drink was spilt, the lady on the table adjacent to us, recieved the wrath of chicken arrozcaldo.

Moral:
Mabilis ang karma.

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