"I Am Your Brother"

Can you believe the hype that this guy is getting?
I mean there are seemingly hundreds of versions of his song on the web now, it's crazy!
But I am SO happy for him.
After all, how many of us have the chance to actually fulfill our life-long dream?
I mean, yes, a lot of us are very happy where we are right now. I know I am. But are you doing what you really dreamed you'd be doing when you were a lot younger and less realistic?
Well if I was living my dream, then darlings, Brad Pitt would be walking on bended knees towards me right now, apologizing for the fact that he wasn't able to cook my eggs just the way I wanted them this morning. Hmmm.
*Sigh* So much for dreams...
Moving on..
The fact is that no, not all of us get to see the moments that we keep playing so many times over in our heads. But this guy, Renaldo Lapuz, got to wear his all-white pimp outfit, got to sing the song he composed on worldwide television, got to hear the words "hit record" about his song from Simon Cowell, and got to dance with Paula Abdul, Randy Jackson, and Ryan Seacrest. He even got a hug from Simon before he left.
Everybody thinks he's one great guy.
And he entertained THE WORLD.
Not bad huh?
Congratulations, Renaldo, and thank you for again reminding us that hey, dreams do come true.

Why This Title?

The first title I picked out was a loooong one, and I couldn't find an appropriate url address for it. It took me about 163 "sorry, this address is unavailable" warnings on the screen, then I became quite hungry. Then it just came to me like the craving I was suddenly having. "I'm so hungry, I'd like ANYTHING with chocolate on it please," I said to myself.
And there you have it.
Chocolate-Coated Glasses.
Incidentally, I STILL haven't eaten anything yet and I'm STILL quite hungry, but I got so excited over the fact that I FINALLY found an available url that, well, my craving would have to wait. Besides, just thinking about the loooong walk downstairs to the fridge is enough to dry up my salivation for chocolate. The Meiji. The Nestle. The Noka. The Ferrero. The Godiva. The Hawaiian Host. The Guylian. The Lindt. The Cadbury. The Ghirardelli. The Hersheys. The Van Houten. The M&Ms. The Milo.
Correct.
The Milo.
I have no patience to make it into a drink. I just spoon the powdered Milo into a mug until it is 3/4 full, then I just spoon the powdered Milo into my mouth. Mmmm.
And Milo IS Chocolate. Or at least it TASTES like chocolate.

I know what you must be thinking.
No, I did not name my blog as such because I am a chocoholic and this blog is all about chocolate. Although I LOVE chocolate--who doesn't?
And no, even if I write like this, I don't speak with an English accent. (Somehow, I imagine Roald Dahl narrating my thoughts as I write them down. Maybe even Peter O' Toole?)
No.
As is evidenced by my blathering, I am just hungry. Compounded by the fact that it's two in the morning and I have been chronically sleep-deprived for the past 10 or so years--all of that makes for one odd blog title. :)