How Mama Put KR in KRistoffersoneedy

I was just trying to figure how to unseat loneliness and economic anxiety off my chest to find 
in and for myself some 







when an unexpected visitor came into my room, which was intentionally unilluminated for theatrical purposes of couch-potatoing over a belated series marathon, and under her breath, queried,

"Anak, kumain ka na ba?"

And, pouched in a meager plastic, handed me my much-needed comfort food:

Little did she know an hour prior, I ate out. There was food at home. But I wasn't digging it. So I alibied buying something at our neighborhood convenience store. Little would I let her feel that time - hurt.

Little did I know though,

"Galing yan dun sa parang conference namin kanina. Tinabi ko."

In a snap, my heart just melted at that.

I don't know whether it was Kenny or simply my Mama who knows best but boy was I literally comforted at the prospect of feeding on sumptuously physicalized happainess*. She never knows what I have been going through lately. Or does she?

This day indeed saw me in my state of yet another happainess.
I don't know why.
I don't know what wrong did I do this time.
I don't know.
This day AND yesterday actually.



But what I pretty know for certain is that I am happy to be back to my reading self.
Never thought revisiting my bi ep ep's Christmas gift last year,

, or Brief Life, would come more as a stress reliever than gluttonous bookworming. Yet, I'm happy. I am meeting new "people" in my vita - Floria Aemilia and that less-known-as-Aurel saint.









Now if you could just excuse me. I need to finish off my muffin, my soymilk, my succulently sweet mango, my meat loaf, my hopia, and finish off what start off my very first name - KR.

*Happainess - need its definition? Mouse over to my first ever post to get to its bottom...or its beginnings. Either way, life's a sand timer!