A Significant Change in my Life

For many who know me, this will come off as a surprise. Adulthood brings a lot of changes in one’s life. Mine is no different. For some of you who grew up with me, particularly if you are a fellow family member, you will know how important this change is in my life.

It was in a moment of despair that I chose to move on and make this change. We all know how difficult it is to move on. It means we are leaving things behind, in the past. However, it is not a forever goodbye. I’m certain I can revisit the past anytime I want.

Nonetheless, I have no regrets over the change and am taking it on a stride into adulthood. This is the moment people can say the baby of the family has grown up. This change might even explain why I was the way I was. So, this is it, guys….

I have started taking CAFFEINE!

I drink coffee now, more than I drink Milo or chocolate, if that’s any indication of the caffeine dosage I consume.

To those who do not know me well yet have spent the last couple of minutes reading this crap, I have always chosen Milo/chocolate (like, who could resist those, right?) or tea over coffee. In my books, coffee is only for desperate moments. Desperate moment couldn’t have come sooner as I sat down to complete four assignments in about three weeks’ time by end of the semester.

Yes, I can hear my dear family members asking if the coffee was drinkable. I can make good coffee now, alright? 😃

So, my aunt had recently passed away when this incident happened. I was 12 and all cousins were spending the holidays together. This is how we get through our grief and tough times, by sticking together, literally. No adults were home, unless you count my older cousin. My parents would visit us during the weekend and some other cousin would drop in after work.

I was the baby of the family, which means I had limited knowledge on household chores. I always took the role of an entertainer with my never-ending chatterbox than cleaning the house or cooking meals. One day, I think my cousin wanted to give me an opportunity to shine. They had brewed some tea and wanted me to make tea for everyone. Luckily, or rather unluckily for him, my cousin dropped in after work that day for tea.

So, wanna know how the tea turned out?

It was downright horrible! I think I had out in too much milk powder.

That horrible tea had stained my reputation ever since. I tried a few other times to make coffee/tea and it still was horrible, just too milky. I can never get the measurement right. So, I have stuck to Milo all my life. After some years, I just dropped milk powder off my diet. I wasn’t lactose intolerant, not in its true sense, if you get what I mean but I kinda self-diagnosed that I could be. I always made coffee/tea without milk.

Now? I am a professional coffee maker and I use milk from the cartons. I swear I will never ever use milk powder in my life again.

I realise that I could have just posted a simple Facebook status about it, but what fun is there in doing so? I do enjoy writing random life memories and this is just one of those days I felt like writing for fun.

Thanks a lot for taking the time to read my amazing work. I promise not all of my post will be nonsensical like this one.