Before and After
As we go through life, we cannot help but become more and more spoilt. Not spoilt in a diva's-hissy-fit sort of sense, but in the way that knowledge, once gained, cannot be discarded.
I call it the Business Class Syndrome. Once upon a time, you were fine sitting in Economy, sipping unknown reds and eating chicken-or-beef, until one fateful day, when you were introduced to glorious, divine Business, with its humongous seats, heaps of yummy food and fountains of Bordeaux and Burgundy.
Suddenly, going back to Economy seems like such a punishing prospect. Who wants to go back to sitting in cramped seats, eating rubbery noodles and drinking awful wine from (gawd!) plastic cups, when you KNOW there's something better, way better?
It's fine if you didn't know it existed. But now you do, you cannot just un-know it.
As a friend said, when I asked her why she is still using generic skincare products:"After you have upgraded, you can't come back. Then it's up, up, up all the way."
I am sure you have your own list of these fateful moments, when you were introduced to things-that-spoilt-me-for-life. When it happens, life is never the same again. It is forever split into Before X and After X.
Here are some of my Before and Afters:
- B & F Campos coffee: The way they are so passionate about this thick black liquid, their signature leaf pattern on the latte, the jazz, and of course, the coffee.... it set an impossibly high standard and I will forever hate them for doing so.
- B & F Fish Markets: You mean, it is possible to have so much sashimi, oysters and prawns for under $30?
- B & F Zion Rd char kuay teow: In case anyone thinks this is another love letter to Sydney, an honourable mention to the stall that makes slippery dark rice noodles which put the pretenders to shame.
- B & F Isigny butter: I thought butter is butter is butter, until I tasted this subtle, pale French version. Who would have thought butter could be so orgasmic?
- B & F Tyrell's Vat 47: And I used to hate chardonnay. Refused to drink it. Can't. Won't. Until this beauty came along.
- B & F Kobe Beef: Well, there is beef and there is wagyu beef. And a mile of difference in between.
- B & F Mango: Clothes shopping has never looked back, baby.
- B & F Broadband: Without which, I wouldn't be writing this, and you wouldn''t be reading it.
p/s I am perfectly happy with my West Coast Jap restaurant right now. If there's something better out there, please don't let me know.
I call it the Business Class Syndrome. Once upon a time, you were fine sitting in Economy, sipping unknown reds and eating chicken-or-beef, until one fateful day, when you were introduced to glorious, divine Business, with its humongous seats, heaps of yummy food and fountains of Bordeaux and Burgundy.
Suddenly, going back to Economy seems like such a punishing prospect. Who wants to go back to sitting in cramped seats, eating rubbery noodles and drinking awful wine from (gawd!) plastic cups, when you KNOW there's something better, way better?
It's fine if you didn't know it existed. But now you do, you cannot just un-know it.
As a friend said, when I asked her why she is still using generic skincare products:"After you have upgraded, you can't come back. Then it's up, up, up all the way."
I am sure you have your own list of these fateful moments, when you were introduced to things-that-spoilt-me-for-life. When it happens, life is never the same again. It is forever split into Before X and After X.
Here are some of my Before and Afters:
- B & F Campos coffee: The way they are so passionate about this thick black liquid, their signature leaf pattern on the latte, the jazz, and of course, the coffee.... it set an impossibly high standard and I will forever hate them for doing so.
- B & F Fish Markets: You mean, it is possible to have so much sashimi, oysters and prawns for under $30?
- B & F Zion Rd char kuay teow: In case anyone thinks this is another love letter to Sydney, an honourable mention to the stall that makes slippery dark rice noodles which put the pretenders to shame.
- B & F Isigny butter: I thought butter is butter is butter, until I tasted this subtle, pale French version. Who would have thought butter could be so orgasmic?
- B & F Tyrell's Vat 47: And I used to hate chardonnay. Refused to drink it. Can't. Won't. Until this beauty came along.
- B & F Kobe Beef: Well, there is beef and there is wagyu beef. And a mile of difference in between.
- B & F Mango: Clothes shopping has never looked back, baby.
- B & F Broadband: Without which, I wouldn't be writing this, and you wouldn''t be reading it.
p/s I am perfectly happy with my West Coast Jap restaurant right now. If there's something better out there, please don't let me know.
posted by Erica Tay at 11:12 PM
1 Comments:
Thoughts on before and after...maybe this is too philosophical, but I find that sometimes the knowledge we gain actually corrupts us, and sometimes there's no turning back (ie. can't 'discard' it) from a certain way that we apply this knowledge negatively or live our lives, to the detriment of ourselves and/or others.
Darn, that sucks.
R.
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