Experimental Teas

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     I'm sitting at my kitchen table right now, sipping a cup of tea. But it isn't just ordinary tea. It's... alright, well, I have no idea what kind of tea it is. All I know is that I need to add less sugar and maybe use milk instead of whipping cream. Let me explain.
     Alright, so I was using my computer, but I got pretty bored. Then, I decided to have some tea. After that one cup of tea, I wondered - I once had a tea latte called London Fog, so I searched up the recipe. Too bad I didn't actually have any Earl Grey tea, so instead I started thinking... why not make my own tea recipe! Okay... I admit, it was a very spontaneous and very bad idea. But, in my defense, I was bored. So, I brewed some chamomile, rose petal and a bunch of other herbs tea. Added two sugar cubes because I accidentally steeped it for too long and then added a bit of whipping cream. Why whipping cream? Well... I didn't actually have any normal cream.
     The result?
     Way, way, waaayyyyyyyyy too sweet. I guess I'll just try again.

 

Adam Sevani a.k.a. Moose

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     If you've watched Step Up 2/3, then you'll know who Moose is. There's this totally cool clip of Moose dancing in Step Up 3 during the Battle of Gwai. Check it out:


Isn't he totally awesome and cute? Don't you love how he dances in water? Umm... kay, so I've got a teeny-tiny crush on him, but that's not important....

 

Happy 31st B-day Harry Potter!

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Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday dear Harry!
Happy Birthday to you....!

That's right - it's Harry Potter's 31st B-day! Yay! For those of you who are wondering, his birthday is July 31, 1980. So, for his birthday I was supposed to buy cheesecake but I sort of forgot (sorry Harry!) so instead we're sticking candles in muffins. Chocolate chip/banana muffins/Mixed berry muffins. Yummy. Umm... I'm going to watch a Harry Potter movie and I'm going to read the first book all over again (for the sixth or so time). I'll probably play Harry Potter Scene It.... though no one wants to play with me. Nobody else in the house actually knows a lot about Harry Potter. I would have bought a gift for him... if, you know, he was real and I could send it to him.

As you can see, I'm a huge... no, ginormous fan.... no, humongous... no, tremendous... no, hugimondous fan of Harry Potter's. There's no word in the world to describe it.

Anyways.... remember to wish Harry Potter Happy B-day today!




Harry Potter Forever!

 

Barbie

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     Kay, so I don't really like Barbie, it's just that I do have some fond memories of Barbie dolls and movies. But they've done something horrible to Barbie. All of a sudden, she's shallow and the plots are so.... shallow and underdevelopped. What happened to Swan Lake and The Nutcracker? Barbie even has a new face which is pretty ugly.

Compare:

Compared to:


So, it's not that ugly, but she looks so material girl. The old barbie was sweet. I am forbidding my sister to watch these new barbie movies. Instead I'm forcing her to watch old movies. What's happening to this world?

 

Nicki Minaj = Awesome-ness!

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     Isn't Nicki Minaj awesome? I mean, seriously, do you hear the way she raps? Totally unique, slightly weird but catchy all the same. I am proud to say that I can rap one of her songs - 'Super Bass'. It's my fav song at the moment. Check it out :


If I get enough comments and pageviews (that means above ten) I'll post a video of me rapping Super Bass. :D

 

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Autumn's Concerto

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     So sorry for not posting earlier. Anyways....

     One thing you probably don't know about me is that I'm in love with Taiwanese dramas. Especially this one drama called Autumn's Concerto. It's so.... dramatic (duh!) and it made me cry a lot. Those are the best dramas. Where you cry and laugh all through out the show. But I also loved the characters (Van Ness is so cute and Ady An's really pretty). OH, and you can't forget Xiao Le, their adorable son. If you ever get a chance, you should definitely watch it.

 

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Drowning in You

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     I am an avid writer. Probably not very good at it, but it's a hobby. Well, I entered into this writing contest and this is what I submitted.

Drowning in You
            Soft, rich grass tickled my bare feet and a cool breeze weaved its way through my hair. The sun shone brightly, making the bubbling stream sparkle. Huge, bowing branches rippled the waters surface from the old willow tree that stood next to the stream. I heard a bird chirping somewhere in the distance, a sweet lullaby of tweet-tweets. This couldn’t possibly get better, which is probably why it got worse.
            Then you appeared, Max Fields, and I felt that familiar squeeze in my chest. I felt the urge to run into your arms, but no matter how hard I tried my legs wouldn’t move.
            “Come with me, Ro.” You said with your faint Texan accent. “Don’t you want to stay with me?”
            “Of course I do. You know I do.” I tried to say, but the words got caught in my throat.
            “Don’t you love me?’ You asked, but I couldn’t respond.
            “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
            No matter how hard I tried, it wasn’t coming out. I hoped that you could see the desperation in my eyes. Maybe you could, but you still pouted slightly. You knew how I hated it when you pouted because I felt like it was always my fault. My fault… all my fault. The words kept ringing in my head, pounding into my brain until I felt numb all over.
            My fault, my fault, my fault, my fault….

            I awoke to a strange beeping sound. My eyes shot open. Was I late? No, I couldn’t be. It was still midnight. With a low groan, I got out of bed. Nothing could make me fall asleep again. A frown appeared on my normally smiling lips. Nowadays, they rarely smiled.
            My fault, my fault, my fault….
            Slipping a cozy sweater on, I softly walked to my kitchen. Opening my door, I lit all the lights in the dark hallway. Call it my personal pet peeve. The light was already on in the kitchen. I frowned again. Eco-friendly… that was me. I couldn’t stand it if I left a single light on. I almost laughed at the irony.
            Pouring myself a cold glass of H2O, I pondered the meaning of my dream. It had been a while since he had appeared to me in my dreams. At first it was torture, but it soon became a drug to me. I couldn’t wait to go to sleep just to see your face. Was that selfish of me?
            I heard something creeping up on me. The hairs on my neck stood up and goose bumps appeared on my arms where I rolled my sleeves up. Placing the glass down, I hurried to my room. This is what you did to me. Would you come back to haunt me for what I did to you? The question always raced through my mind.
            Jumping into bed, I didn’t even bother to turn all the lights off.

            The handsome waiter placed our two cups in front of us. My friend, Alice Montgomery’s preference was a cappuccino. Me – I liked a cup of really strong black coffee. Alice winked at him and he returned a smile. She giggled, but I couldn’t help but think of last night.
            “I dreamt of him last night.” I confessed sheepishly, sipping my cup of coffee.
            She didn’t need any clarification. Immediately jumping onto my case, she set her cup down. A few drops splashed onto the pristine white tablecloth. I stared at them.
            “Ro.” She said, with a hint of protectiveness. “What have I told you before?”
            I sighed and rolled my eyes. The one thing I didn’t need was a lecture.
            “Don’t you understand? You have to move on!” She cried in exasperation. “Ro, are you listening to me?”
            “Alright.” I whispered quietly, intending to do just that. “You don’t have to yell.”
            “Rosalie Charlesworth, you’re one of the greatest mysteries known to man.” She stated.
           
            Rummaging through my vanity and my drawers, I tried to identify anything that reminded me of you. On the bed was a growing pile of jewelry and clothes. Looking through my underwear drawer, I unearthed the one thing that I wished I could forget. Your smiling face looked up at me from the old news article. I could still make out that cut on your jaw from shaving. Tears clouded my eyes.
            Carefully and slowly I carried that huge pile into my basement. When I successfully made it down the steps, I sighed in relief. All that time, I thought I was going to tumble down. Feeling for the switch, I felt a hand instead. With a scream, I jerked my hand back and jumped away. You materialized out of the wall.
            “Please be a dream. Please be a dream.” I chanted to myself.
            You frowned.
            “You don’t want me here?” You asked.
            I continued chanting, as I closed my eyes and rocked back and forth. It became a mantra almost and I kept a steady beat by swinging back and forth.
            “Ro, open your eyes and stop swinging around. I want to talk to you.”
            I felt you come close enough for us to touch. Good. If I bumped into nothing when I swung forward, this hallucination would end. Only when I swung forward, your ready arms caught me.
            “Just a dream.” I breathed out, my hand clutching your shirt for support.
            “This isn’t a dream, Ro.” You replied, half amused and half disappointed.
            “But you’re dead.” I said, jumping away from you.
            Maybe I could have escaped if only I hadn’t tripped over something suspiciously furry. I landed on my back and it knocked all the air out of me. Trying to catch my breath, I crab walked away from you. You caught me and held me there.
            “Ro…”
            “Don’t you dare give me that look Max. Just don’t. You’re dead and that’s that.” I muttered under my breath because I knew you would still hear me.
            Kneeling down, you tilted my chin up so I could look at you.
            “Please don’t forget me. Don’t put me in your basement to rot.” You begged. “I want to be with you.”
            “Why?” I demanded, my voice catching in my throat.
            I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t be weak in front of you.
            “The last time you said that, I walked out on you. You committed… suicide. Why do you want me?”
            “No more questions Ro. Stay with me.” It sounded more like an order than a request.
            I caved in and melted into your arms. Those warm inviting arms.
Hope you enjoyed!

 

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