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The Great Tea Experiment (Part 1)

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

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

Where Do I Come From?

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

Inspired by Colour

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

I Survived My First Day in College

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:

  1. Monday morning Psych class starts at 9, meaning I had to wake up at 6 AM in order to catch the train.
  2. 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.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: The World Through Your Eyes

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.

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On Further and Higher Education

Current Mood: conflicted

The Problem: I don’t know what to do because half of me feel like the world is my proverbial oyster while the other half is whispering abuse saying “you’re a failure already, there’s no hope in having dreams that will only become illusions of grandeur”

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There are just some things you need to say aloud in order to clear your thinking. My mind, for example, is all a blur thinking about college and university choices, so much so that for the past six months, I seem to have been slowly packing my bags to hitch a ride on the train to Crazyville. As a result, I have devised this cunning list… a five year plan for the future, you could say. Behold!

The Five Year Plan

(aka The ‘I Better Not Screw Up Else What Little Left Of My Self-Esteem Will Disappear’ Scheme)
 

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Now That’s What I’m Tolkien About!

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.)

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