Thursday, July 28, 2011

it's not really the chocolate that matter so much to me. it's the feeling.
You know it's built up with years of excitement and curiosity
when i first watched the film, it amazed me so much, i want to be part of it.
not to say the books, every single word, every single sentence. you know how i always imagine myself in charlie's place opening that piece of chocolate the excitement he get, i know i will feel like that if just one day i could hold on to that piece of chocolate.

when i first stepped into the store in Australia, i cant put those feelings into words. It was incredible. I bought one of the chocolate and thinking how will it taste like. Years of anticipation, falls on just that piece of chocolate.

coming back to SGP, i kept it in the fridge for some time, because i couldn't bear to eat it. imagine the Adrenaline rush i would get just by opening the wrapper. imagine me pulling out the chocolate and break it into small pieces and put one small piece in my mouth. Well, yea i can only imagine now.

im not trying to blame you or what.
im just trying to let you know that, certain things that are not important to you, like say a chocolate that you ate on purpose to make me angry, may be something really important to me. Yea, it may be silly and stupid, crying and make it big over a piece of chocolate. But that's not just a piece of chocolate to me, that's part of my childhood. All those years of imagining, thinking, dreaming, finally i get to hold on to one of the chocolates in the film. Imagine the happiness i get when i stepped in the store and put it carefully in my luggage and keep it because i couldn't bear to eat it.

Okay, this is looking really stupid, but yes, i cried alot, really alot, over a piece of chocolate.

You dont have to feel bad or buy another one for me. I cried not because i want you to buy the chocolate, i cried because i cant get to feel what i've been imagining ever since i was a kid.
You really dont have to buy it, im serious.

Right, no one will really understand.

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