I don’t quite know why I’ve turned info a coffee addict as of late. Well, I know how it started, but not why I can’t stop drinking it. It’s not like I can even remotely stand the bitter taste. I firmly believe lots of cream and sugar is the only way to go.
When I finally find it in myself to give in to my coffee craving, I almost immediately get a post-caffeine stomachache. Like God’s little punishment. But does this deter me the second time around?
Nuh-uh, not on your life.
Addictions are funny like that.
Homemade Nescafe ;)
Iced Mocha Oreo from West Street Café.
Coffee Bean’s Mocha Ice Blended.
And did I mention I also have a habit of photographing them? And everything else on the surface of the earth...?
Among other cravings are donuts (Bakerlyn’s), cheese cake (Coffee Bean’s), Fruit Loops (don’t ask, I know what they say about it being chock-full of cyanide, blah, blah), PB & J sandwiches with bananas (got the idea from Seventeen magazine) and good ol’ chocolate. And a banana split (Swensen’s).
And new shoes :P
Santa, are you writing all this down? You’d better be.
Basically, just anything loaded with more sugar than is healthy for human consumption (‘cept the shoes). Which really isn’t good considering I have a family history of heart disease (ooh, scary). I do, however, believe that meeting the perfect pair of shoes will indeed send me into cardiac arrest.
But what’s life for if not to enjoy?
And randomly, I want a French manicure. There’s no assembly during bulan Ramadhan anyway. I’m just usually lazy. Meh, what’s new?
Time to go watch Formula 1. It’s gonna be a sucky race, so right now I’m praying for divine intervention. Fingers crossed.
Adios.
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