At Starbucks

Hmm, turns out blogging at Starbucks makes one feel rather..."foreign", for the lack of a better word. LOL!

Rather, i do not know a single word that can possibly describe how i feel at this moment. Hmm, i need a few sentences for that. Let's see:

I am now sitting on a dustmite infested chair and the smell of coffee is just filling my nostrils at every intake of breath and i am increasingly tempted to throw my laptop aside to rush to the counter to satisfy my coffee-deprived tastebuds. At the same time, i am observing my surroundings with a slight frown on my face at the state of cleaniness they have here. Frankly, it is outright disgusting - tissues strewn all over the place, cigarette butts squashed at every corner, and if i dare peep out of the railing, i know i am going to meet cockroaches chasing each other happily in the drain - *shudder*. Thankfully, i am sitted inside with the air condition that is unfortunately turned down a temperature too low for my liking (although the sudden cold may be due to the ice blended Frappacino with jelly i just ordered..).

All that aside, i can't help but feel as if i am in a different country, or perhaps as if i am much older than i am, working as a journalist or an aspiring writer, typing furiously on her laptop while taking little breaks to sip and enjoy her cup of ice blended Frappacino with jelly at Starbucks. If only the outside weather would play along with my imagination/fantasy, it would be raining now and instead of the ice blended drink, it will be replaced with a cup of hot mocha at the table. As i am seated by a huge clear window, i would be able to witness the sight of people running for shelter in the rain whilst I, the aspiring writer, will be enjoying the weather with my hot mocha within reach. Ahh..such bliss. xD

Crashing back down to earth though, i am suppose to be doing something..hmm..let me recall...AH! Yes. My internship. -.-

Well, internet connection here is rather unstable. Though i should not be complaining as it is far worst at home. $^%&*$ Stupid connection died halfway through as i was attempting my online assessment. $&#& and it has yet to recover or...rather...resurrect itself. Lol. Tried to call TM but well, need i further explain?

So that is why i am where i am now. Just to go online to check mails and complete some much needed list of things to do. And speaking of which, i better get back to that now. :D

And so, the aspiring writer shall bid you all, ciao! Till the next post! :D