The 'c' word

The answer is Coffee. Who cares what the question is??

Kick start the day with a cuppa, make it through the day with another cuppa... or 3! Bored, tired, exhausted, sleepy? COFFEE!!! I'm starting to sound like a salesperson. Deary me!

I have, what some people may refer to as, an unhealthy relationship with coffee. We - coffee and I - have been faithful and loyal to each other through the past years, I forget how many it is actually. The 2 shots of espresso with frothy steamed milk and sprinkled with chocolate... or even better chocolate in the expresso with frothy milk!! Oh what more could one want! When it's freezing outside (which is most days since its Glasgow!) the comfort of holding that warm mug and regaining the will to live when you are up in the morning finishing an assignment, or studying for an exam late at night, or... just for the heck of it!

For my 22nd birthday, three of my friends chipped in to buy me a coffee machine. My life, at that moment in time, was complete! N since then my kitchen smells of coffee - its a good thing my housemate loves coffee as well or that would've lead to a massive falling out I reckon! :P So that's pretty much when I waved goodbye to resisting the urges of drinking coffee and said 'Ello!' to insomnia! Lol! 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Owb6K2t9YO4

Life is stressful. Agreed. Life is unfair. Agreed. Life is a bitch (sometimes). Agreed. Coffee isn't gonna change any of that... it'll just promise to be there - as long as you buy it, make it, drink it. Best bit is you get to chuck it down the sink if you don't fancy it... and make another one if you change your mind! MAGIC! If only most things were as good as coffee.

P.S. - For all of you's who don't appreciate coffee as much... Time for tea? (Plus... Why?!)

Those 3 words...

Often unspoken, they make the world go round (along with food, sex and money). Probably it is exactly what you are thinking of, most possibly it is not. Having been slapped in the face by disillusion more times than once, I have come to realize its worth. If once worthy of being told these 3 words, it becomes more of a responsibility to try ones best not to disillusion. Nevertheless being honoured by the words is nothing short of a blessing.

Most people, I would imagine, do not realize they do it. Most of us, most of the times, do it unknowingly. Often we realize we had done it after its too late and it doesn’t exist in the place(s) it used to anymore. The honor having been bestowed upon oneself can easily be taken for granted; not knowing that it exists in the first place doesn’t really help the cause. Reprications of its retraction are often difficult to bounce back from which makes me wonder why these words do not come with a tattoo saying ‘Handle With Care – FRAGILE’

The foundation that these words lie on often has its base in faith, assurance and (possibly) years of acquaintance. The knowing that one can place ones heart, soul, feelings, emotions, time, thoughts, keys, money, body, and every other materialistic psychological, emotional, physical burden in the palm of another and not have to worry about its welfare. The unconscious surrender of oneself amazes and scares me at the same time. Unknowingly at many times, we make ourselves dependent, unaware of our own vulnerability, and yet realize it mostly once our vulnerability is exposed.

Confession: I’m one of those who look through the peep hole before opening the front door – even if the person on the other side yells out ‘It’s me!’ Being a pessimist by nature and one to extend my hand before my heart saying those 3 words is, unfortunately, a feat in itself. The fear of being disillusioned yet again allows me to think and rethink where and how I place my emotions – often energy consuming! I do realize this guarantees nothing (it would seems nothing guarantees anything nowadays!) ‘Everything will happen when it is to happen and as it is to happen’. However, to tread carefully could hardly hurt.

Big headed as this may sound, those 3 words would be the single prized possession from me to those I decide to give it to – that is also to say, sad as it may sound, I have no better compliment to offer. Unfortunately I have not been able to master the skill of tattooing these words with the warning sign I mentioned above, but that is a work in progress (… maybe one day I’ll be able to! You never know! :P) Yes, those 3 words are words, nothing more and nothing less. For some they are just words. For some those words are trampled upon and disfigured out of recognition. For some those are words they try say after being disillusioned. For some it signifies the possible restoration in faith. For some those words are hollow. For some those 3 words are the best they can offer.

‘I love trust you’

From Blog-Virgin to Ex-Blog-Virgin

Ello lovely face (and the unfortunate-not-so-lovely face)

Blog-Virgin. Is that even a word? I'm pretty sure it's not! I suppose if people started using it often enough it could end up being a 'proper' word. Anywho... as of now, I'm pretty sure it's not.

There seems to be much fuss about blogs. Having given up trying to pretend that I was doing uni work I thought... 'Why not?! Lets give it a go! Be adventurous! Live on the edge!' Jokes! So looks like I'll be blogging on here. I do every much look forward to boring you endlessly with jibber that you probably don't give a crap about but I hope to keep you entertained nonetheless!

Watch this space :)

Blog-Virgin to Ex-Blog-Virgin

Gee x