Feed me I’m HAPPPYYYYYY!!

I suffer from a psychological problem: while fasting, my body shuts down beginning Asar. This must relate to my early fasting experience – to come home from religious school completely knackered every afternoon. Man, the psychological impact is likely to stay for life!

On this shut down mode, I’d be extremely quiet – if you’re lucky. This fluctuates of course, and I can get very bitchy and violent too. Poor Malena’s Mr. Mine was together with us in the car one time and he later asked Malena, “She tak pernah puasa ke?”

(To which she responded nonchalantly “No lah. She gets like this even when she’s not fasting, but extremely hungry”)

This fasting month is no different. But I try not to bite my colleague’s head off during the day, and reward myself with insanely good food at iftar.

The girls took me out last Monday for my birthday dinner. The pizza was excellent, the pasta delightful, the Cajun Grill fineeee, and the tiramisu & bananone were heavenly. And the gang got me a very sweet card, and this oh-so-gorgeous corduroy jacket that I’ve been longing for but could not afford.

The next day we tagged along Sicko to the buffet at Shangri-La. We stepped into the dessert stretch to come before a Chocolate Fountain.

O sweet Lord!

It was like having a water feature in the middle of the buffet table. Except that, instead of water, it was chocolate. Instead of leaves and frog ornaments around it, there were strawberries, grapes & marshmallows. Instead of fishes in it, I was the one hoping to bathe in it!

What you do is prod the fruits with a skewer and dunk it deep into the fountain. The result? *Blood boiling body shaking* Orgasmic.

I have indeed found my one true love. Food. And my love is pure. My love is true.

And as George Ber-NARD (Yin, take note) Shaw said –
there is no sincerer love than the love for food.
I could have said the same thing, but it wouldn’t have carried the same impact.

I think about food as often as men think about sex – every 30 seconds.