Toffee banana
Sunday, November 12, 2006
It's a race against time as I'm writing this in the dark and counting the minutes before my lappie runs out of batteries and decides to croak. I'm assuming the hamster powering our electricity generators died (or got hit by lightning from the morning storm) and has ultimately caused my whole street to be plunged into cloudy darkness accompanied only by the still, eerie silence of a technology relapse.
I could bust out my guitar, sit by the gates of my house and start hollering away as a sign of protest for the piss poor service we get or before I go crazy from the silence. Unfortunately, I might get pelted by rotten vegetable by my neighbours who probably aren't as receptive (or tolerant) as my parents to my *cough* sexy strumming skills.
The day didn't start of gloomy, it actually started off to a majestic tune of royal triumph and golden light streaming from a crack in the heavens that opened up above my head. What? The reason for the dramatic effect of a heavenly morning: I had a slice of toffee banana cake:
Toffee banana goodness.
Considering that one slice itself has more carbs and calories than everything I've eaten in the past week put together, I don't think I've ever been happier eating carbs and getting all dizzy shoving forkfuls of it in my mouth.
It's SO GOOD.
Plus, the last time I've had it was... five years?
OMG, it's HEAVENLY.
Did I already mention? Toffee banana is awesome. Oh, so sweet delicious sin. And yes, it has ultimately turned me into a moronic blabbering idiot. I would say the toffee banana is not so much the brownie affair material, but rather the no-holds-barred scandalously wanton escapade you dive into without thinking twice.
I'm sure the guilt will set in later... in the words of Dono: a moment on the lips, forever on the hips.
Before the guilt comes, I will be flying through a magical trippy land of toffee banana slices ala the sweet bun scene from Full Metal Panic: Fumouffu.
Get your own toffee banana slice of delectable delirium at your local La Manilla today! ^^;
It's a race against time as I'm writing this in the dark and counting the minutes before my lappie runs out of batteries and decides to croak. I'm assuming the hamster powering our electricity generators died (or got hit by lightning from the morning storm) and has ultimately caused my whole street to be plunged into cloudy darkness accompanied only by the still, eerie silence of a technology relapse.
I could bust out my guitar, sit by the gates of my house and start hollering away as a sign of protest for the piss poor service we get or before I go crazy from the silence. Unfortunately, I might get pelted by rotten vegetable by my neighbours who probably aren't as receptive (or tolerant) as my parents to my *cough* sexy strumming skills.
The day didn't start of gloomy, it actually started off to a majestic tune of royal triumph and golden light streaming from a crack in the heavens that opened up above my head. What? The reason for the dramatic effect of a heavenly morning: I had a slice of toffee banana cake:
Toffee banana goodness.
Considering that one slice itself has more carbs and calories than everything I've eaten in the past week put together, I don't think I've ever been happier eating carbs and getting all dizzy shoving forkfuls of it in my mouth.
It's SO GOOD.
Plus, the last time I've had it was... five years?
OMG, it's HEAVENLY.
Did I already mention? Toffee banana is awesome. Oh, so sweet delicious sin. And yes, it has ultimately turned me into a moronic blabbering idiot. I would say the toffee banana is not so much the brownie affair material, but rather the no-holds-barred scandalously wanton escapade you dive into without thinking twice.
I'm sure the guilt will set in later... in the words of Dono: a moment on the lips, forever on the hips.
Before the guilt comes, I will be flying through a magical trippy land of toffee banana slices ala the sweet bun scene from Full Metal Panic: Fumouffu.
Get your own toffee banana slice of delectable delirium at your local La Manilla today! ^^;
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Sean Sean Tan;
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