the stuff of ice cream

having been absent from my two (and only) classes today, i still decided to come to school and lunched at the Beach House. i spotted the Selecta cart parked right below the ever verdant acacia tree and made up my mind that i will have ice cream after eating. so, i go in the canteen and after taking my time in choosing what ulam to buy, i ended up with the classic fried chicken & toyo. in fairness, the breading tasted good.

anyhoo, i finish lunch and got a drumstick from manong. it costed 30 pesos. i thought to myself, makakauwi pa kaya ako? no matter, it was ice cream i wanted and ice cream i got. i kidded that even if i´ll have to forgo lunch tomorrow, ice cream will be worth it.

it wasn´t. ugh! i was so disappointed with it, i have already erased from my memory what flavor it was. i think i most enjoyed tormenting other people because they wanted one but wouldn´t get one for themselves...

then comes Joe. he ate lunch, got himself a popsicle (i think it was named Twister but i prefer Twisted cos it suits the boy who bought it), and enjoyed it immensely. i did too. hahaha!

i dunno why he enjoyed his popsicle, but i didn´t with my ice cream. sucks. perhaps the root of it all goes way back to my boyhood. i mean, his. ;p