Wow… I love this chocolatey-journey It really does give me moments to ‘reunite’ or something with some chocolates that, back then—so long, long, long time ago, were once my ‘good friends’—I mean, I was used to eating them, at least once in a month or two.

In one side, I’m pretty proud that my fave kind of food is such an ‘elite’ one in the world, yet in another side, I dislike the fact that it’s expensive (most of them), so not all people–that, btw, including me–are willing to sacrifice their (or too much) money, ‘only’ to buy at least one small bar of chocolate.

Oookay, back to my journey. A few days ago I went to a supermarket and found one bar of chocolate that was ‘part of my past’ :). It was Van Houten’s orange chocolate.

Yes, orange. The chocolate, even from the very first tiniest bite, tastes orange. But after it melts completely in your tounge, the ‘usual’ taste of chocolate is felt. The orange flavor is great, but the chocolate itself is ‘just’ good. As far as I remember, when I was a little girl, this bar tasted just like heaven, but now not anymore, don’t understand why.

It’s Ramadhan—the fasting month—already, thank Lord. I’ve promised (and always have been) myself to make as much efforts as I’m possible to change myself for the better me, always. Last Ramadhan was just pretty okay, I suppose, as I didn’t really stick to my very own promise. It’s not about the whole fasting-from-food-and-drink thing. But it’s about the fasting from all of the willing and desire to do those ‘bad, naughty things’—you know, like lying, mad at others, saying names to others, and the list still goes on… (guess I’m good enough in listing these bad things…).

It, somehow, reminds me of my for-the-past-few-days contemplation or something. I accomplish a consciousness that, apparently, I’ve been whining about my very own life, way too much! Well, yes, that’s always been all human being’s ‘forte’, but when it comes to the term “way too much”, uh-oh… really need to hear that sirene, alarming thing. Need to stop just right there and spend the rest of my life doing other worthy-of-note-lessons-in-becoming-more-of-myself things. I realize now that whining is actually an exhausting activity, I swear to Dear Lord. I wonder why we, human, are so keen in this sort of activity.