Every morning, you get a choice. A choice between hitting the snooze button and really waking up to fulfill your dreams - or go ahead to clear whatever's in your schedule - but not before getting a shot of caffeine (or coffee pudding, for that matter).
As well as a stack of pancakes :
- (quick ones) for one
- for the inner kid in you
- or the sort with containers aka waffles
And some light entertainment to go with. Here's part of the never-ending list I've got:
I leave in the later hours of the (not too late) morning - say 9-10-ish - when it starts to get hot enough to break a sweat but not to open an umbrella (and hopefully hitch a ride with a parent to the mrt).
I don't know about you, but those few minutes spent walking to the bus stop and waiting for the bus is akin to the deciding factor of life and death to me. Paranoia sets in as the minutes drag on, and as soon as the lucky numbers appear in sight, my hand whips out and stretches, stretches, stretches... (okay, I'm stretching the taffy a little here; I know I'm funny, but not enough so as to appear on stomp).
I usually hit the museums in the late mornings, when there aren't many souls to be found so I can take gawk, take photographs and/or sketch in peace.
Places which I frequent for the above-mentioned activity:
and later, it's followed by a quick lunch and the purchase of an overpriced half-liter of green tea + a pastry to take home before heading to the library. There's something so relaxing about getting to pick a book from the shelf - judged by their cover, no less - and curl up in an armchair to read.
It's either that, or I head to a cafe where I read for the next few hours with some granola - it's an addiction - and tea.
Here are some of the spots I've marked out based on recommendations and personal explorations:
Toby's Estate Coffee
One month. One month occupied with art trips, schoolwork, personal projects, and with this to look forward to, I think this June will be pretty darn good.
to be continued.