About taking time...

I wasn't a coffee drinker. I used to be more of a tea person. And I have no idea since when I actually started drinking coffee, I'm pretty sure a couple of months ago I still wasn't. I'm still not really a big fan of Starbucks frappe and all those fancy coffee with hazelnut cream or caramel or whatnot, just plain black coffee would do. Or black coffee with some milk and sugar. That's all.

Now I prefer to have someone to have a cup of coffee with, on an evening, or late evening, just catching up. I used to prefer chilled beer to loosen things up, but somehow I have no mood for beer anymore. It's like, I don't like getting tipsy anymore. When I'm tipsy, I'm not myself, I become this loosened-up girl, who speaks anything and everything she has in her mind, and starts flirting with guys, starts laughing too much, a tipsy-me is just a girl who's running away from her thoughts and problems. While a cup of coffee sobers me up, brings up the more calm and composed me.

I imagine sitting at a cafe, overlooking a river, a very French-y place, having a cup of coffee, maybe with a piece of madeleine. Just talking craps, like how I like it, discussing life in-depth, talking about music, movie, books, architecture, technology, or visions, and dreams, and sets of goals, obstacles; talking about the past, dirty little secrets, the present, and perhaps the future. Just taking time, having meaningless but meaningful conversation.

Sounds like a scene from a movie, eh? But that is exactly how I would like my life to be. A movie. Something worth seeing, something worth knowing about, something that can have an impact on not just me, but also other people. There must be a good plot, some humor, some tragedy, some drama, and hopefully a happy ending.

One thing about myself, I really like to take my time, I hate rushing. Just like when I lived in Tokyo, and I was literally annoyed by the japanese people, rushing and running from one platform to another to catch the next train at the interchange, when the train actually comes every 2 - 3 minutes. Really, what's the problem losing 2 - 3 minutes of your life, when you can actually enjoy your day more, watching people around you, or just talking to a friend. I really take my time when I eat, I'm officially now the slowest eater among my friends. I take my time during shower too, I just love the feeling of hot water running through my body, from head to toe. I used to rush myself to get married, partly because of the social pressure, partly because I was afraid I couldn't have kids if I wait too long. But I don't wanna do that anymore, getting married should be for the right reasons at the right timing. If God gives me children, then I would be really grateful to Him, as I'm already grateful for my well-being right now. Now I'm taking my time to find a goal in life. And I hope no-one would bitch at me about that...