sandwich and i

i made myself a triple layer sandwich for supper laz nite.
peanutbutter, cheese and bacon in between of wholemeal bread. yummy.
it's a weird combination i know, but as long as it tasted good,
who cares huh? everything start from creativity rite?
or else there would be no new recipe for the n-years to come.
and speaking of it, i feel like i'm like inoue orihime,
a character from the animation bleach who adds everything
she likes and make it a bento for herself. or sometimes sandwich like me lol.

anyway,
the sickest thing happened this morning,
when i told my mom how i made my sandwich n how it tasted so greatly.

then she asked, "how u cook it?"

i startled for a while, then i say, "cook wat? sandwich onli, need cook wan mehh?"

again she replied, "the bacon, how u cook it?"

*sweat*
my face turn green n pale, i touch my stomach and gulp.
oh dear, have i prayed before i eat the sandwich last nite?
i panicked a while yet i remain cool and calm outwardly,
and say, "aiyahh nvm wan laa, ppl eat sashimi also no cook one maa."
we both laugh.

duuh, then i remember she put those bacon nicely on top
of a small plate in the fridge together with those cheese and butter.
i thought they were cooked n readi to be served, like those hams we eat.
but they weren't!!! nooooooooooooooooo.