Happiness starts at the breakfast table.

I had a wonderful start to my day. Aside from the fact that it's NSTP day (hello, 1pm class; hello, early dismissal), at breakfast I realized that the bakery across the street (or someone somewhere downtown) makes kickass bicho. It's crusty on the outside, soft and chewy on the inside. Not to sweet, with only the slightest kiss of sugar glaze. And not that oily, too, despite the fact that this thing is supposed to be fried, much like a doughnut. I had it with some coffee and sunshine coming in through the window, and I immediately felt knew that this is gonna be a good day. :>