My Dilemma

Day 8, Writing 201, Poetry
Flavor, Elegy, Enumeratio

My tastebuds have always had a liking
For burgers and fries
The yummy and greasy finishing
Alongside a drink with some ice

With a little bit of mustard and ketchup
And mayo and some more dipping sauce
Hogging on all of it with a smack & a slurp
Was when it hit me- my health was in for a toss

I resolved to eat salads and fruits alone
My motive was to ignore the frequented stalls
Regardless of what lip smacking food on the menu was shown
Because then I knew I wouldn’t fit into my cute new over-alls

For a week it all did go as planned
Frequent swigs of pure and healthy, hydration
Water and more water with meals extremely bland
“It’s okay! I’m working towards a healthier me”, remained my soul motivation

Seconds after minutes after hours after days
After all urges held back and a tough self-discipline
A tiny little thing broke my strife- a packet of Lays
A bite into a few chips, I felt like I’d sinned

But somehow a packet later, I felt a relief like no other
A little thing I learnt that day, gone were the times
When I thought over about my consumption and did bother
To follow a strict diet; those were some tough times!

I still did miss the lost dietician in me
And wondered what my mother would say
As she wisely did, “Self control, and not suppression, is the key
A slice of pizza once in a while is quite okay.”

Here's my dilemma, one half of me wants ya, and the other half wants to forget ~Selena Gomez (not the right context that she intended in her song, but still fits here way too correctly.) :P

Here’s my dilemma, one half of me wants ya, and the other half wants to forget ~Selena Gomez (not the right context that she intended in her song, but still fits here way too correctly.) 😛

This is an honour to the sad departure of the self-control part of my mind and brain. Can you feel the pain? Lol I’m so sorry for being a disgrace to elegies. Maybe this poem could be the subject of a future elegy of running out of good poetic ideals. Yeah.  

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Universal Annoyances

So here’s a list stuff that messes with my (and probably your) head with its mere existence, while I should actually be studying for my exam scheduled for tomorrow.

Tongue Burns
This is most likely to happen when your most favourite meal is being cooked and you can’t wait to taste it because you’ve already gone to the kitchen about 25 times in 5 minutes to check if it’s done cooking. Generally your mom or whoever else is cooking it, would give you the stare with a retort of ‘Hold your horses, young, lady.’ Either way, this over excitement leads you to a soul connection to the beloved food, disregarding all warnings of it being steaming hot. So, you can’t resist but have a bite and finally quench the case of food-lust that you have. And voilà! There you have it- a burnt tongue which gives you the incapability to sense any taste for the next 5 days or so.

Pressure Cookers
How is one supposed to keep their mind at peace when the vessel in which their yummy food is being cooked could almost explode at any moment? At least that’s what I think a pressure cooker would do of I leave it on for too long (Hence, the undercooked rice every time). I mean, come on, it literally has pressure building up inside of it. What are the odds of an explosion incident with flying pieces of rice all over the kitchen not happening?

The Captivating Counter
Marketing strategies are at its peak when people are willing to buy hair-products advertised on an informercial by an incredibly famous bald person (okay, slight exaggeration). I don’t know if it’s the midnight brains of people, that still leads them to buy stuff off 2 AM TV or if it’s a mind game that some very smart salespeople have conjured. One of these that almost everyone falls for is the counter of candies, bubblegum and god-knows-what placed right next to the cashier at the supermarket. Those counters have a spell enough to lure a 30 year old man with no kids to buy a kinder egg with yummy chocolate and a toy which even a 6 year old would be least interested in.

Buffet meals are a trap. There you go thinking, ‘Oh let’s pay for a fancy meal and eat all that we can, because we do this only once in a while.’ Hotels with buffets should go home satisfied everyday for deceiving the poor souls of happy foodies. Even when you skip breakfast to make the best of your money and filling your tummy, you can’t take more than a strand of noodle 20 minutes into the meal because that’s how much you’ve managed to eat that soon. Only with strategic planning and shutting your brain up when it thinks of going for the 4th bowl of that delicious soup, can a buffet truly be redeemed.
But all that said, the person who came up with the idea of a buffet system is genius because I personally love it.

Wow, I just realised that all that I’ve listed down’s somehow related to food.


In a nutshell.

Lol thanksforreadinganyway. Bye =)
*Picks up sad, neglected textbook*

Shout-out to for the graphic supplement to comprehend my sentimental feeling towards edible entities of scrumptious-ness.