Biktima

The sun was a hazy yellow sifting dust motes all around when I finally decided to make the egg sandwich spread. We were on survival mode, as Angel put it, so we had this do-it-yourself thing going on. I wanted to try putting in different stuff to see if it would make any difference (such as ground pepper, a pinch of salt, a dash of sugar, some vinegar) instead of the usual mayo, pickle relish and egg you mash around together. It didn't seem to taste any different. Ho hum. I then decided to fix the iced tea that Bianca made in the pitcher (this one's different) because it lacked in taste. I put in more powder, then fearing that it might be too sweet, put in water. I took out a glass and poured some to taste.

It tasted funny.

I wondered if it was because of the dishwashing liquid or something... or perhaps I kept tasting the egg mixture a tad too much? I poured the rest of my glass contents on the sink and poured myself water.

If it was possible for my tongue to wince, I'm sure it would, probably followed by me fainting then having an epileptic fit for added drama. I don't think the other people in the house would have heard me anyway. So what really happened was, I threw myself on the sink and spat everything out. You might be thinking that I shouldn't be that worked up over water. How I wish it was. It was actually buko juice and a spoiled one at that! It had sneakily aged itself then stood around innocently like a pitcher of water. I had to be the unlucky one who grabbed it. Ako, ang tagatimpla ng iced tea sa isang pitchel!!! I had to throw the whole pitcher of carefully perfected iced tea away, then start over again. Blast it! That's the second time I've tasted the treachery of buko juice!

Hmph. Never again.