Tenacity.Willpower.Goodness

The tenacity to actually run (okay, brisk walk for a minute, walk lazily for the rest) against time just so we could buy macarons before the TWG salon closes. The willpower to actually be willing to travelling hundreds of kilometres just to get them (most of the travelling done in public transport but we were still on foot for quite a fair bit). The sheer goodness of every bite of the macaron.

The crumbly shell emitting fumes of tea leaves that entices the olfactory. Savouring every bite as the crumbs infuses with the tongue together with the ganache of pralines, chocolate and caramel and explode into a faire of sorts. That bliss of sheer euphoria makes us forget that we're sitting rather unglamourously getting high to sugar candy mountain and laughing full of mirth nary any woes of our complicated, tangled lives we lead, as we devour these gifts of the gods by the river of styx in MBS. The empty gondolas; Charon's gone bankrupt. With a spoonful of silver moon tea ice-cream as a "palate-cleanser" - and to prevent ourselves from dehydration by the very heaty fillings - for the next macaron, it's simply divine sans the gilded traps of TWG salons and instead on carved lacquered wood of Coffee Bean, racoons that we are, shamelessly eating outside food but no, they can't complain. For it's MBS like that.

We actually ran, after an uneventful search for our El Dorado we travelled from Cathay all the way to the dungeons of Raffles City for Canele. But alas, they're closed. So we went to Jason's Marketplace to search for frozen, instant macarons but they're so not worth it. At our wit's end and since it's 10 where most shops are closing, we've decided to get to the TWG salon at MBS just to satiate this unhealthy craving of ours. But the catch it, it closes at 10.30. Can we reach there on time?

So we ran to the bus stop and the sims gods, trolls that they are, gave us amalgrammed numbers of the buses where we can take. But Lady Luck (and the Sugar King. And Mr. Unicorn) saved our sorry asses as the bus finally came and we reached on time to get our treasures.

To my fellow comrade Elise, we deserve a loyalty card. And a round of applause from the sims gods for our T.W.G. And may we grow fat from eating macarons which are apparently 200kCal per macarons (and we had twelve). To diabetes!