...not anymore. :)

It's 10:30 in the evening and I am still awake. i need to get some sleep because i haven't got any rests since the day I went back here. sigh. now i'm not just not sleepy, but also hungry. awhile ago, i went downstairs to eat what's left of our...err...masterpiece - the lasagna but to my surprise, the pasta was still there. intact. complete. unscathed. not even a slice nor a pinch. was it really that horrible?

i went to the cupboards but found none. our masters forgot to replenish the stocks. drawers none. the upper cupboards zero. fridge wala. sigh. i might as well eat the stupid meal we cooked. i don't have a choice. as i hurriedly sat on the chair of the dining table, i saw something beside the not-so-toasted loaf of bread.

It was styrofoam-cased. i know what it was already but I don't know if it was for me. Due to the ghastly taste of our cooked dinner, our masters had to take home burgers and fries for all of us. i rapidly opened the pack and my eyes nearly cried because it was my favorite burger - McChicken. *sob* the household members don't like chicken burgers except me so I know that this was really FOR me so i ate it. I thank God and for our masters for the food. maybe we'll just stick to rice and fried chicken from now on. :)

Bloated,

Paul