siren calls

I brought back three bars of Cadbury's Three Wishes from the factory store in Tasmania. Most of it, sad to say, has been wolfed down by various colleagues in camp, accompanied by exclamations of delight that affirmed the qualities of chocolate as an aphrodisiac. The last few pieces are calling out to me from my fridge while I desperately fend off temptation and the prospect of bulging waistlines. No one should be made to go through such torture.

Speaking of temptations, it seems the early spring air is redolent with the scent of love. March has been pretty eventful on the relationships front. Not for me, but for a few people I care about. A friend's announced that she's getting married (I still remember us in JC uniforms! It really seems like just a moment ago!), and a couple of others just got attached. For privacy's sake, no names are mentioned, but you know who you are. I'm really happy for you all, and hope your relationships turn out to be as wonderful as your most perfect dream. Carpe diem!

And before someone pointedly asks when it's my turn, let's zoom in on the fact that I'm broke, both in the pecuniary and the energy-level sense. So it only stands to reason that I should stick to chocolates: they're cheaper than girlfriends, and they actually provide energy.

'Save the Earth - it's the only planet with chocolate!' the magnet on my fridge proclaims proudly. As a rallying cry, it ranks up there with such rousing lines as 'Workers of the world, unite!' or 'Ich bin ein Berliner!'. Chocolate lovers arise! You have nothing to lose but your figure!