Lately these days, I have been preventing my sweet teeth fromventuring beyond the boundaries of chocolate bread. In other words, i have been staying off chocolate. Actually, isn't so easy for me do that 'cos I'm a No.1 chocolate fan. I eat it by the kilo. That is why my sister is being sooooooo inconsiderate by eating Mon Cherie and Ferrero Roches in front of me.

Yesterday, Mom and I went down to the shops and bought 2 lime lollies and a Chocolate Magnolia cone for me. Utter bliss. well, my sis could not eat ice-cream as she was sneezing the whole day long. I was the opposite side of her and consoled her. She kept looking at me like a small forlorn puppy. I tried not ot be around her when I was eating my cone.

But then, it was Crisis time. The dam (aka the walls of the cone) was breaking fast and my dear melted confectionery was oozing out out of it! I had to rush to the emergency portal (aka the dining table) and gobble up my ice-cream. When I was just a few centinmetres away from the point where the dam meets, I smiled to myself. I promptly bit off the point, and thick, gooey, sinful melted chocolate came running out of the cone. I clamped my lips to (what was left of) the cone and sucked in the grand finale of the Magnolia ice-cream cone.when i was done, I just wolfed down the remainder of the cone adn set off to lick a bit of the lollies (terrible, aren't I?)

My deaaary Mum's trying to compensate. She bought some Skippy peanut butter for me to practically bathe my slice of bread in (and oh boy I did). DAy before yesterday, she gave me a few MnMs at night (taken from a big treasure trove of my aunt's given sweets and chocs.)

Ok, sorry netizens, gtg. Goddbye and Merry X'mas!