Chocolate Melt-Down

I have a lovely box of truffles sitting in front of me and a bag of m&m/Mars mix waiting for me at home. Yet, I can't bring myself to even touch one. Not even a fantasy. Christmas has ruined my taste buds with the constant downpour of sweet temptations. My mouth is salivating, but each time I begin to imagine picking up a truffle and sinking my teeth into them, I feel a knot in my stomach (yes, stomach; right beneath my heart). It's almost nauseating.

What has become of me? I used to love chocolate. Truffles were a luxury, Twix was a pleasure and Snickers hit the spot when hunger beckoned. I bought the V-Day pack last weekend just because I felt this occasion required some chocolate. Come to think of it, I probably chose this particular pack out of habbit rather than due to some intense craving. Snickers used to be my Ichiban, yet I cannot recall the last time I ate one (although if I had to guess, I'd probably say around Halloween). Perhaps I should have gone with my initial selection of Reese's cups, but then again, just the thought of them (at this moment) has sucked the sweetness out of my saliva.

Why Blog: Reason #2 (New Readership)

I'm tired of conversing with myself. Not that I don't have anyone else to talk to. It's just, there are certain subjects that are restricted to certain groups. I mean, I have really close friends and relatives that I hang out and chat with, but they are not open to all types of discussion, at least not from me. I don't have a bff with whom I can talk to about anything and everything.....unless you count moi.

I know it sounds pathetic, but believe me, I've tried expanding my topics with the usual suspects, but it's useless. Frankly, I'm tired of hearing "I wasn't paying attention," or "I didn't hear/understand a word you said." Sometimes, it's easier and more fun to engage in a heated debate with a stranger or new acquaintance. I enjoy reading other people's personal blogs, so there's bound to be an audience out there who will read mine. ;)

New Year Tidbits

The celebrations seem to get shorter and shorter every year. Partly because our relatives have moved further and further; partly because we are older and less caring. For example, there used to be several nights of gambling and many houses to visit. Now we see most people at the temple and just stop by Grams for a quick hello. The all-night gambling rings of previous years have eroded into pretend fun for the kids. So much for tradition, huh? At least the food is still good, although we have cut back on the sweets. Those have been deferred to Christmas along with half of the gifts and decor.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

Dear Readers,

Xin Nian Kuai Le; Wan Shi Ru Yi!

Wishing you all, good health and a prosperous year of the Rat!

Have a sweet weekend! Dream from the heart!

=0)

New Year, Renewed Habits

I don't think New Year's Resolutions work for me. I put so much hope and thought into perfecting my list that I do not seem to have the energy or time to passionately execute any items on said list. This year is particularly dampening; not only have I delayed starting new projects until the Lunar New Year, but I have also slipped away from continuing with yester-year's traditions.

Somtimes change is no good. Many changes = a much overwhelmed me.

However, today's the final Calendar day to make amends, so will be staying up to tie some loose ends. Well, at least that hasn't changed.


Current Mood: Listless

Night Stalker

It's terrible. Now that the work day has come to a close and I can go home and hit the sheets, I am no longer sleepy. I guess you can say I've "sobered up." Although, I suppose those 5 minute-long snoozes did help a little. Doesn't mean I feel energetic enough to complete my pile of tasks that have piled up for these slightly less fervent moments. The irony is too much. I think I'll stick to mindless chores followed by a dose of mind-numbing tele.

Too Groggy to Google

I am not a morning person. Occasionally, I will not have a problem with getting up early for an event or appointment or homework (back in the days). But I cannot do it regularly. My body has not had the proper training. In fact, I don't think it's even built for such possibilities. It's like asking a lobster to move onto the beach, permanently. As a species, they enjoy a couple of terrestrial vacations each season, but that's it. Anymore and they will perish. Similarly, I gather, I wouldn't last more than a few days a semester.

Case in point: Early to work, early to home.

Doesn't work so well when you add "late to bed" into the equation. Not that it would make much of a difference had I slept at my regular hour last night. I am just not a morning person. I'll say it again if I have to. 4-6 am is my deep sleep period. I fall in and out of sleep and dreams outside of that time frame. As such, I prefer to linger during the latter hours so I can recall my nocturnal adventures with ease. Pluck me from sleep too early, and you will get Oscar the Grouchy with dry, droopy eyes. It's not a pretty sight! Still, it could be worse. Used to be Grumpy with gloves on.