routine

one of the funny things about cooking for myself is that i'm quite happy to eat the same thing day in and day out for about a fortnight. and then i go off it. appreciate structure and routine, and little daily rituals to look forward to. like breakfast! i go to bed dreaming about my breakfast. is that so wrong? most times, it involves lots of peanut butter and chocolate. not the healthiest start to the day, but hey, sugar rush in the morning coaxes me out of the duvet. just re-discovered rice. have been off rice (jiak kantang to the highest order) but we just acquired a tiny rice cooker that i feel compelled to use. so it's been rice for lunch and dinner and lunch for the next week :) also feel compelled to use the blender that kind family friends gifted me with when i first got to london, so i've been blitzing all manner of vegetables to make pureed soups, much to my flatmates chagrin. sounds like a pneumatic drill in the kitchen but hey, i do it in the early afternoon, keep the blitzing to the minimum and am relatively considerate. if we were to split hairs, i'd argue that there is only ever about 2 x 5s blitzes. which is more than i can say about their parties...

hate to attribute it to age but i've been sleeping earlier and rising earlier. enjoy a slow start where i can take my time. so different from autumn term when i'd roll out of bed at half 8 and into the lecture theatre by 9. now i've got a nice little morning routine down pat, with a good 10minutes on my fit roller to roll out those aching shoulders from my inflatable mattress of dubious origin. i also have time to drink a windowsill cooled cup of tea, compared to when i'd make tea with half a cup of hot water followed by a blast of icy cold water so i could down it while rushing to uni.

i have the same sandwich from the deli every day (tuna melt, if you'd to know) and chase it with filter coffee. coffee is also a recently acquired taste, and it's largely because i'm peer pressured into drinking. usually, there's chocolate at the end of lunch but lately i find it gives me a horrible sugar crash just before my 3pm lecture. dinner is an omelette with a generous amount of cheddar cheese. gosh, i live on cheese here, going so far as to dump it into my soups. would be completely insatiated if i'd to subsist of vegetables alone. so much for being voluntarily vegan. have flatmates who aren't capable of keeping the fridge closed so i dare not have meat in the flat. it's a pain to prepare and clean up after, anyway, so i make do with eating as much meat as i can when i eat out.

spend wayyy too much time on google reader, and watching telly. embarrassingly addicted to coach trip and take me out, interspersed with big bang theory and how i met your mother reruns. i do study now and then but this is starting very strangely to feel like exchange all over again, when it really should not. having worked before, class 9am-5pm is practically a half day in comparison and i find i've oodles and oodles of time on my hands after school. there's so much time, and so little that really needs to be done. actively involved in three co-curricular activities and already spend a weekend or two away each month with wilderness*medicine. the other two do take up time but somehow there's still time left over. yay to what feels very much like a second childhood :)