Saturday, Aug. 25, 2001, 5:01 p.m., nada, munching, some Ray, reminscing

I swear that I had motivation. But I somehow lost it in the intervening hours of 10 a.m. - 5 p.m.

But right now I want to enjoy my wedges from KFC. (gah! they've flavoured the potato _with chicken_! *spit* *spit* *slather on the sour cream and thai chili sauce* I knew I got given them for a reason.)

5:54 p.m.

Now I'm sitting here, head lolling back, slid low in my chair, a packet of fizzy sherbet in my hand and a stick of candy in the other. I lick the candy, I swill it around in the sherbet, I lick the sherbet off the candy. Not a bad pasttime.

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Earlier today, I found out that Ray understands some words already. He is one amazing kiddo.

"Good bye! Good bye!" get the response of one waving fist (usu. his right). "Pai so! pai so! (clap hands)" gets him (trying to) clap his hands (usu. fisted) together in front of his body. Either he is beginning to understand the word "No." or he already understands the firm unamused tone in which it is said.

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One of the things I miss about childhood is the ability to eat a lot of candy without getting sick. Honest, I never got sick eating all that sugar and food colouring.

I used to save some of my lunch money specifically to get a 5cent packet of candy. And then munch on them while waiting for the bus. My sister also shared her candy, so together we had about 10cents worth. She liked the gummy aeroplanes, snakes, jellybeans, and milk bottles and silver balls (it was silver-coated on the outside, which tasted like fizzy cola, then tasted like sugar, then the very center was a small blue bead-like sphere that I never figured out whether or not it was supposed to be eaten. I still don't. But it never hurt to eat it, so we crunched happily.)

My favourite was, and still is, black balls. They were black-and-white striped balls of candy, which were peppermint flavoured and had a lot of sugar to counter the peppermint. I swear that I used to be able to scoff a whole 10cent worth all by myself, barely begrudging my sister's share. But nowadays... *sigh* how the mighty have fallen.

The first time I discovered black balls again (in a supermarket, iirc) I bought a scoopful. Which was about ...ooh, 50cents(?).

I watched, I looked, I desired, I lusted. I teased myself. When I could no longer withstand the torment, I hastily ripped the top, and reached for one of those hardboiled candies. I popped it into my mouth. I rolled it around my tongue.

Yes! Yes! Oh how I recognised the taste! It was the real thing! I savoured the texture, I gently made my mark on its hard smooth surface. As I sucked, I realised that its size had shrunk. I was inquisitive as to the colour of the ball now. I took it out of my mouth. The round candy had lost all trace of pearly whiteness, and was all glistening black. Obsidian. Was this the way it was all those years ago? I don't recall. I think not. But I love the black. I think it enhances the mood.

Back into my mouth. I rolled it back and forth on my tongue, clinking it against my front teeth and sucking it to the back of my tongue. In the end I bit down on the small bead of black peppermint flavoured candy. It exploded into pieces in my mouth.

I eagerly sought for another black ball, to recapture my bygone youth. But... the second ball did not have the same savour as the first. What was wrong?! I tried a third. *gasp* No... This can't be! I _couldn't_ finish the _whole_ packet! Thus did I know of adulthood, of departing childish passions. My taste buds had grown jaded, I was concerned about plaque. Never a good combination when on a candy binge.

I reluctantly put the rest of my supermarket loot into the candy can (a lime-green tranparent plastic container which previously held approx. 20 chupa chup(tm) lollipops) with my other childhood dreams (2 packets of M&Ms, 1 c. of orange tictacs, a couple of peppermint candy canes, more fruit-flavoured candy canes, a couple of aniseed balls, packets of raisins, and some remaining chupa chups).

Halloween is good for clearing out my candy stash.

6:42 p.m.

ooh! ooh! sherbet under the tongue!

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