Hello, class...

An angel came to my door today. I got a text this morning,
amu~chan u ther? i need 2 drop sumthn off 4 u.. chek ur cell quick or itl be lyk thos random no warnin visits u hate!
I rushed get visitor ready, and opened the door once I heard the burgler/visitor alarm go off. I saw her walk up in her Woolworths uniform, with a bottle of white gold grasped in her right hand. I gasped, just a little.

Let me explain.

Today I am going to talk to you about 2% milk. You know, the black top milk. Maybe you don't know, it's highly underrated, which is a shame. But I suppose, more for me. ^___^

I myself have never been much of a milk fan. I've been put off my it's mouthfeel, for years I had only tasted whole and drank it only with powder additives. But, early 2006, we came across a predicament. A rent house. Hate to say it, but I'm actually a high maintenance person. I had trouble adjusting to being one of those non-own-home people. It was a small place, too, and for the first few nights I had to sleep on the floor. No internet, but my computer came in after a while ^_^

I was having a down day about living in this unwelcoming place, and I was thirsty. I went to the fridge, and there was absolutely nothing to drink in there, except this weird kind of milk. Black bottle, I had never seen it before. As I said before, I'm not big on milk. I reluctantly brought it out, and slowly picked out a glass from the mini rack. I poured a small amount into the glass, and sculled it back. It was like heaven flowed out into my tastebuds. I couldn't believe myself.

I liked this milk? Milk?! I don't like milk! But this majestic... 2% stuff was the best thing I had ever had the privilege to taste. The highlight of my existence. The re-appearance of the black top milk let me live day by day with a smile... until we moved. It has been almost 3 years since I last felt the silkiness of 2% in my mouth. Other than today.






*sip*
Haaa~

I'm a happy camper.