I can't call it a day when I don't get my daily dose of coffee. One frappe with a couple of yummylicious doughnut a day and you make me a happy camper. Oh yes! I am one helluva caffeine addict! It came to a point when I know if my usual coffee tastes or smells different. My addiction started when I was pregnant to my daughter Huey. Maybe you can blame my infancipating hormones, but one thing is for sure: cancelled coffee dates means war. And I mean, cold and overly dramatic waaar.
I really like trying new things. I love travelling, meeting new people from different walks of life, discovering local food specialties, and sharing it to people. I'm not sure, however, if this is what you call "maturity" or just a plain sign of aging but my adventure spirit is gradually declining. It's becoming tiring, for one. My husband and I no longer have the luxury of time and money trying anything new and sometimes go home frustrated and disappointed. We developed a rule that it is always wise to hear a restaurant review straight from a trusted friend or ask google, rather than leaving the place with dissatisfied stomach and abused pocket.