This is all relatively new to us: the marketing, the photoshoots, the filming. We were a stripped down, roll-on-the-ground bunch of theatre kids way back then. Transience was bare marketing (we roped in a friend to take photos of us sitting on wooden chairs, had NO idea what we were doing). Oh, and we wore white potato sacks for the performance.
This time, we’re still bumbling around blind as much as usual. But we’re thinking and making plans, and being GRAND with these plans. So, so much thanks to friends who’ve volunteered their services because if left to our own devices, Xin, Ting and Qing would have burned down a building and destroyed a bunch of rented equipment.
Raw BTS shots for our marketing material. You won’t see this in the final products, but basically the shenanigans we were up to. Had to plastic-proof the entire place – the foodie mess after was quite a horror show. If you watch Dexter, it was basically a Dexter massacre… with food.
Beautiful lighting courtesy of lighting director JH. Photo quality credits to Hanshen…’s camera.
Not everything worked out, though. Happy as we look it was pretty damn disgusting having melted watery whipped cream down your bra.
18/6 – FILMING!
Filmed our key videos for the play. YES, there will be film as part of our live performance, with Jem de incredibly talented videographer doing our post-prod editting/concept.
SO THIS HAPPENED. The full damage. Please be around friends, to watch me gorge myself in full make-up. Basically my childhood dream come true?
Weirdest part is that i was filmed while eating. That MukBhang is a thing is very, very strange yet i can fully understand the appeal of watching such videos. Never thought i’d one day attempt to MAKE such a video.
Can’t for y’all to see the final product!!!
Oh dear i’m getting hungry looking at this. HOW AM I NOT TURNED OFF BY FOOD STILL?
We’re only halfway through this journey and i’m already feeling overwhelmed by all the love and support so many people (who are in no way obliged to) have given us. We’ll work hard to give our very best to you guys. <3 Thank you all for bearing with our weird projects.
We secretly think this performance is just an excuse for us to do shambolic things we’ve always wanted to but couldn’t bc of social graces.
Once there was an ambitious egg. It had lofty dreams for such a inert sphere. It wanted to be a chicken, and the best chicken it could ever be. It wanted to unite all the chickens in the world, and reduce worldwide chicken suffering.
Soon the little egg hatched into a chick. She was placed in a pen with all the other chicks, optimistic and excited about her future. Everyday, a human hand reached in and fed her grain. Day after day, she waited for her chance to live. But there was no where to go. She looked to her left and to her right, all there was were chicks that looked just like her; an infinite mirror reflecting the monotony of her life.
Refusing to let go of her dreams, she tried to fight back. She couldn’t go left, she couldn’t go right. So she had to go up. With all her might she flapped her wings… sometimes it almost seemed possible, but she never got above skimming the heads of the other chicks. Day after day, the squeezed with the other chicks, waited for a human hand, pecked at a scatter of grains. She tried to rebel; to starve, but she couldn’t resist her desire to survive. Her optimism began to wane.
Soon she grew big and strong. For a time she felt hopeful again, her body told her she had a purpose. And perhaps she was right, because the human hands no longer fed her passive grains, but lifted her into her own cage. The hen was grateful for the peace and privacy, but the solitary space had seemed to forebode an imminent end …
For the next month all the hen did was lay eggs. Through the night she worked at fulfilling the purpose her body demanded of her, in the morning the human hands affirmed her purpose. But she couldn’t stop to think about this, all she did was lay eggs – tiny, shiny mysteries that were gone as fast as they appeared.
Finally, she laid what she felt was her last egg. This time, the human hands took her along with the egg. Before she knew it, she was squawking on cold steel as her feathers were wrenched off her. She felt the scald of boiling liquid and indiscriminate hacks all over her neck and chest. Then it was cold – freezing – and it all became a haze
She woke up in a bath of hot, heady teriyaki broth. She was tossed and shaken and then tenderly laid into a bed of spongy white rice. She looked up, and there it was – that last egg she had laid, her baby, her last hope for a purposeful life – cracked and spreading over her body, warm and slippery with recent death.
AND THAT, KIDS, IS THE STORY BEHIND YOUR OYAKO DON!
Holidays bloat up my recreational activities. Unable to walk for long distances or take jogs this time round, i’ve succumbed to the slothful activities of reading and watching shows and snacking in bed. I haven’t been able to find really good books recently, and my reading list is pitiful relative to last holiday’s. But still. A short run through of this season’s hits and misses, will probably do a more in-depth recommendation later.
READS
HIT – Pastoralia by George Saunders
Pastoralia is a compilation of Saunders’ short stories. This is breathtakingly masterful writing. The premise itself is novel: think a displaced time and space where things work differently, but not impossibly so. Pastoralia, the cover story, is set in a museum where humans are made to live the life of people in different eras (protagonist a caveman) for the entertainment/pleasure of others. Simple enough, but Saunders method of unfolding the setting is absolute genius. I love most his relinquishing of explicit telling, and his expert narration of the protagonist’s throughts (it’s almost poetic). Also the irony that always follows behind his stories, sort of like a superior Catherine Lim without the pompous use of language. In fact that’s a better analogy than i thought: most of their stories slant towards social critique.
I can go on and on about Saunders, but not for this post. I’ll read more of his works before recommending them all at a go. So far i’ve only read Semplica Girl Diaries and Pastoralia.
MISS – For the Time Being by Ruth Ozeki
This was extremely disappointing because 1) it had rave reviews 2) JAPANESE AUTHOR. I usually love their work! But i guess my benign racist generalization backfired. I didn’t like how self-conscious and self-referential Ozeki was. It was too indulgent and explicit, leaving a squeamish, awkward aftertaste when reading. Ozeki was trying too hard to highlight Japanese elements (i should have seen it coming… Zen Buddhist nun, Hello Kitty lunchbox, Japanese tsunami….)
I guess what i love about Japanese novels that i love is their embodiment of the Japanese wabi sabi spirit. A distilled, quiet, intense but controlled aesthetics in writing and telling. Ozeki violates this on all fronts. It screams: I AM JAPANESE LOOK AT MY OTAKU HELLO KITTY MAID CAFE ZEN ZEN. Frankly i found it very offensive. This book made me very angry.
SEMI-MISS – One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Gabriel Garcia Marquez writes LENGTHY novels. Not Harry Potter action-packed lengthy, but ‘i am going to retell decades of their lives’ lengthy. I read Love in the Time of Cholera, and loved it, lengthiness and all. This one stretched my patience by spanning seven generations. I had trouble keeping up with the new people with similar names, which kind of disrupted the flow of reading for me. I only have my own inadequacy to blame here, therefore the semi-miss. To be fair, the first half of the book before the characters started inter-breeding, dying, and spawning, was very captivating – in the typical GGM way.
I’d say this was still a good book overall, but a challenging one to read.
EATS:
HIT – Snickerdoodle Snackimals!!!
CINNAMON COOKIE GOODNESS. And the best part??? ORGANIC GLUTEN-FREE SUPER HEALTHY! To be honest i have no idea what gluten-free or organic really means, except that it’s more expensive. But this one does taste much more wholesome (but just as yummy) than other cookies in the market, and they are in tiny bite-sized pieces. This means you don’t get that sick buttery jelat feel and can probably finish the entire (quite huge) pack in a day.
ALSO THEY COME IN ANIMAL SHAPES. What is there not to love!? Only drawback: VERY ADDICTIVE.
MISS – Peanut Butter Snackimals
You’d think no one can screw up PB, but they did. Following the success that was Snickerdoodles, i got a pack of PB. It was flat and crispy, tasting vaguely like salty chips? Eugh. Anyone wants i will give away mine.
TV:
HIT – Legend of Zhen Huan / Empresses in the Palace / Zhen Huan Zhuan
Started watching this on Kejun’s recommendation. Up to Episode 30 right now, so yes – definitely addicted. This is available HD on YouTube! Yeah okay everyone mocks me for watching something so cheena, but MOCK ALL YOU WANT. It is worth it! The intelligent well-written script in all its superb subtlety and nuances, SO INCREDIBLE. The plot also avoids the pitfalls of predictability just to please the crowd… it portrays human desires and failings very, very truthfully. Usually i shun away from shows where tragedies occur, because my weak heart cannot take it. But this one – you can’t stop. THINGS – BLOODY AND HEART-BREAKING THINGS HAPPEN. BUT IT IS SO GOOD YOU WATCH IT AND TAKE IT – HEARTBREAK AND ALL.
Songs:
HIT – STRFCKR’s older albums
Recently i re-listened to Starfucker’s earlier works in a bout of nostalgia. Introduced it to Justin, who can be quite stingy with his music preferences. He approved of it! So it must be pretty good… not that i didn’t know that already. I’m nostalgic for the all the good earlier works of my favorite bands. Is it bad that i avoid listening to their new pieces, because i’m afraid of disappointment?
That’s all for now. OH and also i’d be watching Inside Llewyn Davis soon.
HIT – Inside Llewyn Davis soundtrack
Some movies are made pretty good by virtue of their soundtrack. Garden State was one of them. Hopefully Llewyn Davis too. xx
There was a time when i was, like everyone else, a Macs beast.
We’ve all hit the sinful milestones: the double cheeseburgers before dinner (i did that way too much), three consecutive days of macs, three consecutive meals of macs, your first megamac (and the digestive nightmare that followed), your first up-size everything, that time you sat on fluorescent plastic yellow seats for 6 hours straight nursing mcwings and garlic chili studying for finals. Friends, i’ve been there too.
That’s why it surprised me exactly how easy it was to quit MacDonalds.
I still remember how it happened. It was the end of J1, and my senior Subhas linked me to one of those documentaries with voiceovers hinting at cataclysm and uncomfortable amounts of shots panning caged chickens. One of the many expounding the horrors of fast-food chains, mass production, and animal cruelty.
To be frank, i wasn’t that affected by the documentary and can’t even remember its title. The only reason i watched it to the end was because i loved documentaries. Anyway. After watching Subhas was telling me how he wants to swear off Macs. And i casually agreed, just for the heck of.
And oh my god it was that easy.
Okay in the first few months, i just made the conscious effort not to have it when the thought arises. But i still did occasionally, for convenience, for politeness when i’m out with friends. After 6 months, without even being aware of it, i was almost completely off Macs.
The thing is, never once had i craved Macs. NEVER. Not once in the past three years. The reason why i didn’t take the Macs fast seriously initially was because i expected the blast of withdrawal symptoms from all that additives everyone’s always on about. Nada. I could walk past a Macs and breathe in all that heady fumes and feel nothing.
That was when i realized that the only thing Macs does for me is convenience. It’s just where you go when you can’t think of anything to have and are too lazy to travel any further than 2 blocks. Also, cheap. But i could get my fixes at hawker centers for that. Adieu, Macs. Seems like i don’t need you at all.
My affair with Macs was officially over when, 6 months into my casual abstinence, i had a meal there and FELT QUEASY THE ENTIRE DAY. Followed by runs, but i’ll spare you the intricacies of my bowel apocalypse. This happened again, the next time i had Macs. After that, never touched Macs again.
Not only did i not feel like Macs, ever, it also didn’t make life anymore inconvenient for me. I concluded that we only associate Macs with convenience. We are primed to have Macs pop up in our heads, in all its obnoxious red and yellow, whenever we think “eat what. cheap. close. fast.” There are so, so many alternatives available.
I don’t think this has made things difficult for my friends either. Most of them don’t even remember i’m off Macs. Sure, i’ve stolen a couple of fries when i’m hungry. AND OKAY FINE i had that McChicken because stupid Justin wanted his Prosperity Burger (i did it for love). But all in all, i call it a successful and pretty much permanent Mac-stinence.
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OKAY THE IRONIC BIT IS. Maybe i wrote the entirety above because I’M ABOUT TO BREAK FAST AGAIN. After 3 years. My first voluntary entrance into MacDonalds. And that is because:
MACDONALDS HOW DID YOU DO IT.
How did you finally track me down as a disbeliever, and launch an attractive marketing campaign just to get me back to the dark side?
My first voluntary, non-convenience, non-circumstantial MacDonalds. All because i cannot resist masochism in the form of spiciness. Seriously. But this is gonna happen k, even if i have the runs for days straight.
In Singapore our relationships with people seem to be couched in meals.
I go home this weekend and my grandma loves me with the most nourishing: bird’s nest, dang sheng double-boiled soup with tons of wolfberries for goodness, home brewed chrysanthemum tea, sliced peaches.
Over steamy bak kut broth we drink in eagerly each other’s lives in concentrated doses; in tau huey and grass jelly we relive old times and anticipate new ones.
We fall into the familiar rhythm of after-meal dessert, sink our spoons into sugary goodness and for awhile find no reason to speak. I have a theory that we fall in love with the person we eat ice-cream with most often, because of learned association between ice-cream happiness and person we now love.
At the grocer’s today a mom-and-daughter duo caught my attention.
So i committed what i admit are my biggest vices: eavesdropping and judging.
The ~8 year old was gnawing her way into the mom’s focus. “Mommy, mommy I saw Jiejie eating this one with Mary, but I never eat it because I thought you will scold!” she jabbed her finger at the shelf stacked with overpriced, organic oatoridkwhat bars ’80 calories per!’ it proudly declared, ‘Gluten-free!’.
It was a blatant, classic case of tattletale-ing. She knew Mary wasn’t supposed to be touching those. She also knew Jiejie wasn’t supposed to let Mary touch those. Most of all, she knew Mommy would be pissed and Mary + Jiejie were in deep, deep shit.
GOD i felt like sinking my fist into her smug little face. I have approximately ZERO tolerance for antagonistic younger siblings. Partly because i’ve been spoilt by my own: who at age 9 voluntarily washed my school shoes every week, and covered up for me when i unwittingly tipped over the milk carton in the fridge. My sister’s either really nice (which she is), or subservient from by my abusive ways (partly).
Anyway.
The mom – petite, with a chic pageboy haircut and clipped accent complete with indoor shades – drawled for the older daughter to come over for an interrogation about Mary and her supposed forbidden forage into the mom’s pretentious health bars. It was painful to listen so i zoned out a little.
That was just a preparatory back story to establish how fundamentally aggravating the mom/kid was. The younger one, presumably pleased at having successfully earned brownie points with her mom, asked for breakfast cereals.
“Ugh… breakfast cereals?!” the mom’s contempt was palpable “But they are so unhealthy!”
B R E A K F A S T C E R E A L.
U N H E A L T H Y
Ok understandably they’re not as nutritious as they are marketed to be, but ngh i hate it when parents impose strict regimented ideas about health and food on children. The only times i’d deprive my child of m&m’s will be if (a) they’re deathly allergic to it or (b) i want them for myself.
It’s important, of course, to moderate the amount of junk your child ingests. My dad had to came up with the Chips in a Bowl system during my chip addiction stint (so instead of straight from the bag i had to portion them out), but i could still have them whenever i wanted.
I’m not advocating extreme unhealthy diets – my grandma who insists fried chicken is okay with a sore throat is probably not the most commendable nutritionist around. But that is my grandma’s (slightly delusional) way of loving us: to make sure we are well-fed even if it’s logically incongruent.
I suppose that was Grocer Mom’s way of loving her kids as well. Her beliefs on what is healthy are naturally imposed on her children, whether right or wrong, because she thinks those are what will be best for her kids. At the same time…
I’ve heard moms express surprise when their kids, young enough for kindergarten, complain about their poochy kid tummies or refuse food because it would ‘make them fat’. And i’m not even talking about scenes from Toddler & Tiara. “I have no idea where they get such thoughts from!” the moms would say.
Well i have an idea or two.
Because the very same moms would be the ones wrinkling their nose at anything that uses oil besides the olive variety or gossiping about a colleague with flabbier arms after a particularly indulgent vacation.
Children learn not merely through explicit teaching. In the same way they pick up words and phrases from our conversations, they pick up ideas and beliefs from the way we react to the world. And while we as adults may be old enough to distinguish between appropriate concern and outright obsession, kids don’t. They may take the dramatic dinner time lament of carbs doing damage to your thighs as factual and significant.
I don’t know about everyone else, but kids should not need to worry about cholesterol levels before the age of 16. Just let them eat whatever the hell they want as long as they’re aren’t chugging down twinkies by the cartons, and aren’t obese, and are happy and running around. Give them the right to determine their priorities without the horror stories of saturated fat haunting their childhood.
Everything in moderation, and don’t be the one to corrupt your child with the neurosis society has shaped us to internalize. Because society will do that in due time anyway, the least we can do is to keep their childhood untainted.
Baking requires so much precision I’ve never trusted myself with an original recipe. But I felt like experimenting, and my grandma presented me with the perfect opportunity when she asked me to whip up something for her karaoke class (of mostly the elderly) with some pumpkin she had brought home (my grandma loves bringing home fresh produce and coming up with new ways to cook them). A core ingredient and a specific demographic group to feed was the ideal challenge so naturally I took it up.
…and came up with this!
Spiced Pumpkin Muffin Tops, with cranberries and chopped almonds!
I wanted something soft, easy and familiar for digestion but exciting on the palate (with more sophisticated spicing than decadent sweetness) in the form of finger food perfect for pre-karaoke snacking. And also health conscious because of their age.
Personally I was pretty satisfied with the taste and fragrance – a good blend of sugar and spice and fruity-nuttiness, but was more like a dense kueh bahlu than the chewy soft gooey desserts I like heh… BUT it was a hit with the old folks and everything was snapped up and da-bao-ed so YAY~
Recipe!
2 cups all-purpose flour, unsifted
3/4 c. brown + 1/4 c. granulated sugar
115g unsalted butter, softened
1 medium egg + 1 yolk
(Extra yolk if you prefer it dense > fluffy)
1 c. pumpkin pureed in agar-agar amount of coconut milk
1 tsp vanilla extract
2 tsp baking powder (*IMPT*: do NOT sub with baking soda, because pumpkin and coconut milk are both basic, b.s. will make batter bitter w/o acids to balance it out)
Pinch of salt
1 tsp cinnamon
1/2 tsp ground nutmeg
1/2 tsp ground ginger
1/2 tsp ground cloves (Above three can be subbed by 1 tsp of All-Spice)
1 c. mixed dried fruits and nuts of your choice!
1. Butter and egg to room temperature, butter softened almost melted.
2. Preheat oven to 190 c. (But adjust according to your oven’s temperament, did mine at 170 c. because it gets overheated a lot)
3. Measure flour spoon and leveled, sift, then mix in baking powder.
4. Steam, boil, or bake pumpkin until soft, and puree. Cool to room temp.
You can try steaming or boiling the pumpkin until almost cooked, then simmer in coconut milk. This enhances both flavors super well. (Don’t boil it at high with the milk because coconut milk curdles.)
5. Chop up whole almonds/whatever nut by putting it in a baggy and pounding with whatever! You should get some sizable, visible chunks, slightly smaller chunks, and grounded. Separate these.
6. Cream melted butter before whisking sugar in until lumpy bits are gone, add in eggs one at a time.
7. Add pumpkin puree and mix until all combined. Add in vanilla essence, salt, cinnamon and all the spices. (I think some people add it into the dry mix but I think the flavor is more even this way.)
Add in ground almond/nut!
8. Add in dry mix and combine well.
9. Fold in smaller almond chunks and dried fruits!
I chose cranberries and a leeedle bit of leftover prune slices. Pecans and walnuts will work really well too I think. Maybe dried apricots and raisins, etc. Leave some dried fruits along with the visible almond chunks!
10. Drop 1 tablespoon each onto parchment paper, as you would with wet cookie dough! It should be a fairly peaked lump, not spread.
Decorate top of batter with the leftover dried fruits and larger almond chunks!
11. Bake in upper or middle rack for 12 minutes or until edges are golden brown.
But again I’m super agar agar when it comes to this lol so I rly don’t know the perfect timing. Just poke around and try la.
12. Leave in for 10 minutes after cause it will continue baking, then cool on wire rack.
Makes about 30 smaller sized, or 18 normal sized Muffin Tops!
I love what the spices and coconut do to the pumpkin flavor! It’s balanced out with the sweet dried fruits too, and almond adds nutty fragrance and texture.
Fun part was definitely choosing from various fruits and nuts, if y’all have any suggestions on nice new combinations lemme know! WHOO DOMESTICGURL93 pride of my Grandma~
After weeks of scarfing down chocolates and monitoring and making sure i eat a monstrous amount everyday: 43kg.
Still counting every pound, still preoccupied with getting enough in, still worried i’d either lose again or put on waaay too much. LIFE WHY YOU SO TOUGH. But then again, yay this is a great place to be.
Thank you: friends. Beni and Rei and Celine for stocking up my food supply all the time.
Also now i can quit being so preoccupied with getting food in, a happy relief because
a) money spent on food amounts up to a scary considerable sum, boo.
b) i don’t like force feeding myself. at all.
c) it becomes a preoccupation i don’t think i can handle like a reverse eating disorder thing.
d) i haven’t done any form of exercise in ever and tbch i feel gross. and sleepy a lot.
In other news:
*~D&D SUNDAY~*
Which was basically Justin being a serious and efficient dungeon master, and everyone else trolling around as usual.
We actually. managed. to:
a) NOT KILL/VERBALLY ABUSE DUNGEON MASTER. As we did to Celine in our first attempt. I’m not sure if she has yet recovered from the trauma.
b) MANAGED TO GET DECENT CHARACTERS OUT. Despite Rei’s shitty stats lol KARMAAAA. Although the decency does Not extend to coherent names. Everyone has ridiculous names i can’t take anyone seriously anymore. (Shien: SHO KIM UN, half-Korean, half-elf Barbarian. Ridic.)
c) Not have the DM kill us all before the game begins – a very tempting thing to do, given the general annoying disposition of our group. I love that boy sm he has overcome the hell that is us.
And then the dungeon party degenerated to a few of us, and when there’s nothing to do:
ICE-CREAM @ The Daily Scoop / SHEREENIPOO
And later trekking over to SMU to find Shreeeen WHICH IS AN AMAZING ADVENTURE FOR REI AND I because we have not been in town for too long the poor deprived U-Town syndrome aw.
Seeing Shereen was great.. but in context, kind of heartpainheartpain. I hate seeing my friends all exhausted, stressed out, and not able to see them regularly despite that…… it kind of sucks? :’-(
Yes, yes it’s a week to finals but ah heck. EVERYBAHDY DESERVES A BREAK.
It was good though… sometimes i forget how at ease and how liberating it is to be with the mugs. My brain hurt a little from all the noise and general chaos they made because i wasn’t used to it, but it was a good kind of hurt. Like when you preggers and childbirth: a pain that comes with love (and blood and shrieking) (what a brilliant analogy).
Also YES if you’re here on account of my recent Facebook page i have nabbed myself a pseudo-caucasian boy as i always promised i would it’s been awhile already and yes i ams veh happy gurl and gross blabla. Thank you to friends who texted me to express effusively their well-wishes and (mostly) amusement.
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I love my friends i really do AND ALSO ALL THOSE I HAVEN’T BEEN ABLE TO MEET UP WITH IMY please come UTown visit me!~
So i went for a check up and while nothing’s diagnosed yet i’ve been trying to gain best as i can so by the time my next follow-up comes along i’ll be good enough to skip the blood test.
It’s not really working.. yet. And in the beginning it was pretty miserable i was a sad pathetic desperate girl sitting in my room alone continuously munching on fatty nuts and ritz and gulping down cartons of milk. There was one day i literally didn’t rest more than 20 min before i break open some form of food again.
Every night i’ll go to bed with my stomach aching and feeling like i need to puke and the next morning i’ll weigh myself with lots of hope and that day after my dad made me down all that meat, I WAS A HAPPY 1KG HEAVIER.
…and then i shat and today morning i’m back to square one.
Anyway, even though it’s horrifically unhealthy, i’ve gone lazy and sick of stuffing myself with nutritious food. Somewhere along the way i realized that a quick way to grow fat without having to force food down is to, simply, eat really decadent food that’s small but full of fat-growing abilities. Basically pastry and chocolate.
Having already loved with chocolate all my life (every once a month i’ll encounter the Exploding Chocolate In Bag syndrome where i’ll find unexpected chocolate messes in my bag from forgotten bars i’m always carrying around), so i thought alright this is where i can have all the chocolate i want WITHOUT RESTRICTION.
One would think the sheer amount of chocolate consumed will scare me into avoidance. Au contraire. I’ve just developed this severely unhealthy obsession with chocolate i’m serious i will wake up with my stomach feeling INCREDIBLY hollow and i’ll eat some bread or eggs or crackers and it’s still there IT CAN BE SATIATED ONLY WITH CHOCOLATE.
And chocolate it is.
I know, i know it’s really bad for health and the last thing i want is a coronary heart disease but it really is the easiest and least painful way of gaining weight.
Anyway the point of this is that i just spiralled into chocolate madness heaven.
With a round of Twix slam.
If an orgasm is the highest form of pleasure in the carnal sense, i had the consumption version of it.
First attempt. I didn’t think it would be as good as Tim Tam, but DAYUM. It was better.
The caramel was thicker, biscuit sturdier. It held out for really long, this one, and the inside warmed up gradually and WHEN IT FINALL COLLAPSED.
I.. i just.
It was rhapsody.
So obviously i couldn’t stop at one.
The second one was quite the nightmare because my fingers were already sticky from the previous one and i it got on my hair in my excitement and i couldn’t wipe it off i think everyone was judging me but i re-judged them for not having experienced this pleasure.
A hot, beautiful chocolate mess.
I was thinking of a Twix Slam tournament where we all come together and see who can polish off a venti hot chocolate with Twix bars first AND THE PRIZE WILL BE that everyone else pays for the Twix and drink. This challenge is open to everyone. It is also an excuse for me to go into chocolate heaven once again.
Ya i just hope i don’t get cardiac arrest and die or something.
Also i am incredibly distracted by chocolate and have not been studying DEADDD.
Q 