I am quite certain everyone is familiar with that feeling you get when your initial unapologetic indulgence on something decadently good (and expectedly unhealthy) meets the startling knee-jerk reality awakening which almost always lurks at the end of your hedonistic foray. And concomitantly you’ll find yourself standing at the fork of three distinct paths;– self-blame, justification, and amelioration. Or on specific occasions, the aforesaid paths simply merge as one, to be a long therapeutic journey of guilt riddance, simply put.
Self-blame: This may happen almost immediately after having had indulged in one fork too many of an irresistible cheesecake, or in the realisation that you can no longer fit into the pair of jeans or lovely dress you had just purchased a month prior to your celebratory feast (think Eid, Christmas, birthday). It will always be punctuated with “I knew I shouldn’t have!”. Justification: In the event that the self-blame lasts barely five minutes, and no tears had been shed, nor any dresses torn, a seemingly logical explanation for the indulgence will ensue. In the typical Singaporean manner, it will have a distinct “what” suffix with an exaggerated long pronunciation as though to garner empathy and support, as in “But it was my birthday what…”, or “It’s once a year only what!”. For the non-native Singaporean English speakers, the non-’what’-suffixed justification may sound more solemn and apologetic, even sympathetic. Amelioration: Should the justification be perceived to be moot, or innate self-guilt begin silently creeping in despite the aforesaid justification, steps will immediately be taken in an attempt to allay the guilt. This may come in the form of drastic and impulsive claims bearing nuances of abstinence , or simpler steps taken to ease the burden of the guilt.
It has always been said, and is a proven fact, I do believe, that you are the company you keep, possibly pivoting on the simple notion of attracting people of similar energy as to that which you project into the universe. Now, if the Law of Attraction is anything to go by, then I must surely have had sent out chocoholic vibes incessantly, because ever since I posted the left photo from the above diptych into my little Twitter universe, numerous chocoholics (loud-and-proud and closet ones alike) openly declared their support and pledged allegiance towards the same cocoa cause. Whilst I may be far from the journey to converting my household to like chocolate, let alone embrace chocolate addiction;– to be perfectly honest, I don’t even know why I bother, since it just spells a greater share for me;– it is most certainly reassuring to know I’m not the only one with a penchant for this dark beauty.
And since I pretty much decided to bake my own birthday cake this year, there was no doubt in my mind that it had to be somewhere along the lines of chocolate on chocolate with chocolate, plus more chocolate. Continue reading
I’m sure everyone would have had one, or perhaps one too many, of those times when you anticipate your day or week to be as nondescript as the lifeless trudging of the Monday morning crowd to their little cubicled lives, only to find fate throwing a curve ball your way, sending everything in the path afore you to an instant disarray. On certain occasions, when the curve ball comes in the form of a surprise gift left on your office desk by a concerned colleague, or the large parcel of a long-forgotten online order awaiting you by the door, a little change to your day is most definitely welcomed, if not highly encouraged. On other occasions, when it comes in the form of a surprise bundle of last-minute assignments left on your office desk by a snooty superior, or the large bill on long-forgotten online orders awaiting you by the door, a little unexpected change to your day may have very well ruined your whole week.