mcnugget

(I have nothing brilliant to say so you have to bare with me tonight.)

To cover everything that I had to do for the day, I skipped breakfast and lunch. I thought I would have time to grab a quick bite and watch a movie after my thing in Ortigas, but it took longer than I expected. In fact, it took me nine long hours. So by the time I was done, all my tummy monsters packed their bags and left already.

But I knew I had to eat something or be doomed so I did. I dragged a favorite guy friend with me for a quick altanghap. Altanghap is a street slang in depressed areas of the country that pertains to a meal good for the entire day- almusal (breakfast), tanghalian (lunch) and hapunan (dinner).

We strolled around Ortigas for awhile just to find most fast food restos were closed for the holiday. Today, which is the burial of President Corazon C. Aquino, was declared a National Day of Mourning (see Cory- A Tribute).

That was it; it was crunch time. It was either I swallow McDonald's crap or go hungry since I surely won't eat anything when I get home. While opening the door for me, my ever so thoughtful friend said, "One time lang."

Having no other option, I obliged. Off-hand there was really nothing in the menu that I would eat without a gun at my head. But I was there, hungry enough to forget my name, so I pointed to a McNugget something.

When the McNugget came, I must admit, it sorta looked appealing. I'm not sure if it was just hallucinations, but it spoke to me and said, "Bite me!" Anyhow, it looked familiar enough like regular chicken nuggets so what the hell.

I was probably that hungry that I could just jump in those plastic trays and devour the entire plate. But my friend's meal was late so I waited a bit. The bit took a while. In fact, it took 5-10 minutes which was eternity for a grinding tummy.

When it was time to fill the trunk, the McNugget seemed different. It looked plain, and didn't have character. And yes, I look for character, in everyone and in everything including food. Definitely it was something I would shrug off if I had a choice, but I didn't have any, so yes, I had a bite or two.

I just hate it when I settle for less. I hate that I know I deserve more. Whether I really do deserve more and getting less, or I just think I do and getting less, I still hate it.