Plinky Prompt:Would you ever consider opening your own restaurant, bar, or cafe?
A cafe, I would. As a person who loves to get lost in a great book, I’m not totally passionate about business, but I’d like to have a place where fellow book-a-holics can come by for some quiet time, insomniacs too, in other words I’d be closing late therefore opening late as well.
It would be a classy oasis, but an affordable classy oasis, mind you, where other normal mortals can sip coffee in peace without it making a reappearance on seeing the bill.
Thinking about it now, I can see the building, not too big. Boxy shaped but with one of those nice striped canopies under which you’d find a few sturdy tables where you can go on one of those scorching summer days.
Inside would be of warm cozy colours and conductive to thoughts. That’s as far as I’ve thought about it so far.
Post originally written on 25th July (See? I do it all the time)
In psychology, procrastination refers to the act of replacing high-priority actions with tasks of lower priority, or doing something from which one derives enjoyment, and thus putting off important tasks to a later time.
In my previous post I’d mentioned that I felt like kicking myself and that was due to my bad habit of procrastinating. Usually I’m a late riser and mom had yet another rant about it because I decided that I can’t help going in late (I work night shifts) so I’m going to wake late anyways so what’s wrong with staying up later to do some revision, I asked her. “It’s too late” was her answer, so in another attempt to get something done I hit the hay at 12 the other night. Success! I woke up at nine. But well … I got distracted.
Dirty Harry was on, I couldn’t miss Clint Eastwood in action! Then Ben 10 Alien Force was on around 2 o’ clock and I couldn’t miss that either! Television is both a blessing and a curse. It’s my fault and nobody else’s (I understand this is grammatically incorrect but it serves my purpose, my apologies to more strict grammar Nazis out there) and I will go so far as to admit that I need help. I frustrate myself so much I don’t know what to do and well this sets my mood for the rest of the day.
I can’t write anymore on this subject for fear that I’ll go deeper into depression than I already am. Have you experienced this too? Have you found any solution?
I haven’t gone any length in depth with the concept of procrastination, but I’ll get to it … later.
I did a post about this last year when I created my own blog button that you can see in my side bar, but over the last few weeks I’ve been asked by a few people how to make one. So I will give the quick and easy way to make one.
Go to Pixlr. Here is where you create your button’s image. You can use your own photos and add text. Anything you like. Once you’re done save it. The usual size for a button is 125 pixels x 125 pixels.
Go to Photobucket. Create an account if you don’t already have one. You will then upload the image you created to the site. Don’t worry it won’t be public view unless you say it can be. Once you have uploaded it the site will give you some codes for the photo including a…
I’ve a nasty headache coming on and right about now I’m wishing I’m five again, and I’m feel like kicking myself in the behind. Why? I haven’t been eating right (not that I don’t want to I just don’t feel like stomaching anything, I’m not anorexic if anyone was wondering). Back then (when I was 5) I just stood there watching life go by so slowly, like swimming through sweet sticky honey, with my sippy-cup in hand and was blissfully
ignorant of all the bad things that were happening all the time + no responsibilities except for packing up the toys when I was finished playing. It was just a wish and in retrospect running from responsibilities is so uncool. As for kicking myself, it’s nothing new and I’ll talk about it in my next post.
The following was supposed to be posted on Saturday but things happened and stuff got changed; life happened. So I’m writing it now just as I wrote it Saturday morning.
It was a dark stormy night (technically it’s morning, 1:33 AM to be precise but it was dark and certainly stormy) and I got a room for myself, a rarity (if I explain why it’ll take forever and also because I’m a little lazy).
As I write this, I sit on my bed directly opposite an almost full length mirror (that’s older than my days on this earth) covered by a sheet. Why? Lightning was making its dazzling appearance rather frequently (along with its buddy Thunder) so it wouldn’t reflect and blind us (I kid, it wouldn’t … or I don’t think it would because I’ve seen it reflected before) but it’s just a habit, my mommy prefers it that way.