Hershey's

10 minutes to V. Mars.

Still looking at the Hershey’s moist choco drink on my bed, wond’ring how it’ll taste, coz I forgot how it tasted before, probably, when I started drinking all milk. First Nido. I started drinking milk when I had trouble sleeping in high school. Doctor said warm milk can make you sleep faster. And I learned in Psych 101, it raises serotonin levels which is the hormone resp. for sleep. Nido is sweet. But I like Nestle fresh milk better. I hate non-fat, though, which I tried once coz my mom bought me one. Now, I’ve been experimenting since Nestlé’s been out of stock lately. I tried Alaska ---- too sweet. Magnolia, good! It can be a substitute. And recently, I like to taste again choco milks. Moo, Magnolia, … and Hershey’s... Home alone again…Sweet.

Pause. Veronica Mars is on…

And off…Hershey’s ---- too chocolatey! And on…and off…

Ok. I’ve done quite a lot of reading these days. I finished Morning, noon and night by S.Sheldon last Wednesday just before the big game.

It was about Harry Stanford, a business tycoon who mistreated his children and when he tried to change his will, his gay son ordered to kill him. There were a lot of twists. Julia Stanford shows up, a 4th child unknown to them. In the end, they inherited debts of their tycoon father and so ended up penniless and Tyler was caught for murders and an attempted murder of his half sister. There was a love story, too. The detective here was Steve Sloane. It was a light read and a funny story. Imagine, the heirs going through so much trouble just because they were the sons and daughters of the big man Harry ---- in the end, FOR NOTHING.

Got hold of more books at the library yesterday. I settled with Good Benito by Alan Lightman. I was supposed to read Einstein’s Dreams, but it was out. I finished it earlier this afternoon. Bennett was a theoretical physicist who was so obsessed with logic and math. He convinced himself that everything in the world can be represented with equations, but in his quest for that significant number, he ends up finding what the world really is. The story ends abruptly, and leaves it up to the reader what this novel really means.

I agree the world is not a mere mathematics game. Reality is love, anger, betrayal, trust and all the wonderful feelings and shit. Which reminds me of a saying taught by my lit tutor. When it all comes down to it, we all just want to be loved. Precisely.

All 3 novels include french phrases and glad I took french or these words would be alien to me. Kiss the girls had some french I don’t remember anymore and spanish, Mi casa su casa. Morning, noon and night, more french phrases, bonjour, Est-ce je puisse vous aider? Something like that. Of course, I understood. And lastly, Good Benito. There was also a French character, there, Stuart. C’est vrai. Exactement.

And now, I’m reading the first few chapters of Along came a spider, the first of the Alex Cross series. It has french, too. It’s so amazing why good books squeeze in french phrases ---- to add class? Au revoir, mon professeur.Moi.Moi.

Now, I want to ask a literature teacher or Creative writing students why books nowadays always include french somehow.