Coffee

Most adults, my parents included, have always told me that they can't live without coffee. That their fresh brewed cup in the morning is essential in starting their days on a bright note. This had no effect on me until it hit me on a personal level.

Suddenly, all of my close pals would go into a coffee shop and order not an iced tea or passion fruit shaken lemonade (for those Starbucks lovers) but rather a caramel machiato, vanilla latte, or sometimes take the even bolder move of buying straight coffee, saying "I love it! I wouldn't know what to do without it!" Obviously I pretended that I was into it too. At first it just looked super cool, to have that Starbucks paper cup in my hand, filled with something I didn't want to spend 4 bucks on, but it's all about the outward appearance no?

In the end, my point is that I don't REALLY like it. It's more the fact that when drinking this sour, quite weird tasting drink, I know it has the real "goods". Caffeine. Ah the life of a university student during midterms...
And maybe one day, I'll grow to TRULY like and enjoy drinking it. Either that, or everyone else will confess that they too share in my hate-the-taste but love-the-effect relationship with coffee. 

Here goes to the start of something new.

Never once in my life have I considered myself a fancy writer. English was one of my lease favourite subjects in high school; a) I found it boring and b) I was never able to get a great mark in the class, which led me to dislike it even more. (And yes, I was the kid who cared that much about her grades). However, I have come to realize that the only person criticizing and judging my writing was, well, me. Now I know to simply write what I feel, think and believe. This is 100 times better than me trying to sound like a person who uses big words and is majoring in English or something. 

Lately, i'm even finding that when my thoughts are put down on paper, or on a blog like this one, that it is easier to organize them, and sometimes remember them. Maybe the brain is too small for all the things one consumes in a day. 

There is no theme that I plan to follow when writing this blog. This is more for myself than anyone else, and since I am pretty sure not many people (besides my close friends) will be reading this, it all works out. What I hope to do is to be able to clearly express my many loves in this world; music, art, faith, love, family, and whatever I come to love in the future. 

Here I go.