Current Mood: contemplative
The Problem: drinking coffee at any time past 8 at night does wonders to my sleep patterns
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I don’t know when I became a coffee person. I suppose it began when I was 11, 12 years old: my mother essentially forbade me from touching the coffee, claiming that it was a “grown up drink” and, I guess being the pre-teen rebel that I was, I took that as permission to try the beverage. Behind my mother’s back, of course! She never knew. I even went as far as to wash the cup I used so that she was none the wiser.
My very first cup of coffee was black with a boatload of white sugar. At that stage, I liked drinking coffee — only sporadically, of course, I was still a kid — because of the sweetness of sugar because by ‘boatload’, I really do mean boatload. But then at around 14, 15 I discovered coffee shop frappuccinos and how they were essentially just grown up milkshakes. By the time I was 16, I graduated to the hot stuff… I’ve sifted through cappuccinos, mocha coffees, and cafe lattes.
You may ask why I’m telling you guys my history with coffee. Well, it’s basically because I’m at this stage where all I can think about it having a cup of coffee to make my day. Not that it’s a bad thing, but I really do not want to get addicted to caffeine. My mother went through a stage where her hands physically shook whenever she needed another cup. Frankly, it was terrifying. Now she’s a tea-drinker and the last time she visited me, she left a box of PG Tips in my kitchen.
GPOY of me trying to tea
The relationship I have with tea is tremulous at best, given that every time I try the beverage it always tasted off to me. Like it’s not made properly, or that it was slightly incomplete. Have I left the bag to stew in for too long? Have I not added enough milk? Did I put too many sugars? To hell if I know. To use an Internet slang speak: I do not know how to tea. Continue reading
Current Mood: full from lunch, though now I am c-c-cold
The Problem: essentially I have no life blah blah blah I don’t do anything yadda yadda
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Okay, this is hardly an original idea but it’s been zonks since I posted last and we’re covering poetry in Creative Writing class at the moment, meaning all I can think about right now, creative-wise, is poetry. Poetry, poetry, poetry! I’m hardly a fan of poetry unless the thing rhymes — what can I say, I’m a child at heart! — but covering Christina Rossetti and Robert Browning in English Literature bred in me an appreciation for poetry as an art form. I’d still avoid writing poetry with a ten foot pole (if I can help it), but I will honestly say that being ‘forced’ to write it by my Creative Writing teacher led to some interesting discoveries. Continue reading
Current Mood: pleased
The Problem: As it turns out, modern art can actually be quite good
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Ask me about art and I will no doubt mention Van Gogh, Vermeer, and Hans Holbein the Younger. They’re my top three favourite artists — well, my only favourite artists considering that they’re the only ones I know and their works are the only ones that make me go ooooh! in excitement. I go on day trips to London just to see their works in The National Gallery. Continue reading
Current Mood: weary/dead tired/ just plain exhausted
The Problem: college life has begun in earnest and my Psychology teacher said when he looked out the classroom window that “summer ends when college begins”
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The past couple of weeks I have been revving up to start college*. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t all excited about it like a preppy schoolgirl — the interview last month was nerve wracking (though I don’t know why because it was just basically a way for the staff to put faces to names), and the Induction Day last week might have been hell, but I chalk it all up to the many times I had to climb up and down four flights of stairs. On the plus side, I made tentative friendships with people in my so-called tutor group.
Today has been the official First Day — yes, capital letters and all. My first and only lesson for the day has been A2 Psychology; tomorrow is when I’ll be having all of my three lessons. I guess I’m glad I’ve only had one lesson, though I’m of mixed minds because:
- Monday morning Psych class starts at 9, meaning I had to wake up at 6 AM in order to catch the train.
- Monday morning Psych class lasts for two hours and fifteen minutes so yay! I’m finally learning again. What can I say, I like learning new stuff.
Current Mood: exasperated
The Problem: I’ve had a really busy day yesterday and an irritatingly harrowing afternoon today and now it seems I’m late for this certain photo challenge
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Since my trusty DSLR has been forced into retirement, I’ve rarely gone out to simply take pictures anymore. Life has kept me busy too, so there’s that. I take the perfunctory picture of my mocha lattes whenever I’m in Costa, of course, and of whatever food I’m having at a restaurant. I take pictures of the sunset and of clouds and of the book I’m currently reading, but these are all photographs of the moment. It’s been so long since I’ve set out with a theme in mind — and this theme happens to be last week’s The World Through Your Eyes.
Current Mood: thrilled
The Problem: Why isn’t it December 13 yet??
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My twitter feed is aflutter with the first trailer for The Hobbit sequel The Desolation of Smaug, so much so that when I retreated to my Tumblr dashboard I found people have already made .gifs of the two minute video. I mean, how quick can these computer wizards be?! Here I am sitting, thinking of how to pronounce ‘.gif’ and they’re all on their animation software or whatever making pretty pictures. (I’m slightly affronted, if you didn’t know already.)
Current Mood: frustrated
The Problem: “The thing with money is that too much of it belong to people who aren’t me”
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I want nice things partly because I have no patience of old, rickety things, and partly because of practicality. The way I see it, ‘nice things’ usually mean unclogged RAMs, cleaner hardware and more up to date technology… it means faster loading speeds, no dust or random crumbs underneath/between the keyboard buttons and fancier software. Have you guys seen the latest Windows 8 operating system? I just want to drool.
Current Mood: weary
The Problem: The theme tune from Psych is stuck in my head and I can’t hear myself think half the time
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I’m the kind of person who sings at the top of her lungs even though I can’t sing my way out a code encrypted safe box. I mumble partial tunes under my breath when the mood strikes me, I belt out my Taylor Swift/Simple Plan favorites while I get ready to go out and most importantly, I sing along to the title sequences of television shows whenever I’m in the middle of a back-to-back marathon.
What can I say, it’s a curse I have to bear.
Current Mood: sleepy
The Problem: You don’t know me and I don’t know you so let’s get to know each other
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Let’s make a list because lists are awesome. Here are ten things about me you may want to know. If not, well… I’m going to type it up anyway. In the words of the Tenth Doctor, “Allons-y!”
The Mind Palace 