Long time no see!

Howdy folks!

Have you been wondering where we are?
We'll be very flattered if you cared :D

Well, I'm back home in Romania. I left Trinidad last Tuesday and watched the nice lady next to me drift off into sweet oblivion for almost all the flight
( 10+hrs). I got about 1.5 hrs sleep in total...

Then I left Gatwick airport and made my way via bus to Heathrow airport. I arrived about 11am and my flight to Romania was about 8pm. I had to sit with my huge heavy suitcase for more than 6 hrs waiting to check it in and enter the much more comfortable departures lounge. What torture. Especially since I had money in my pocket waiting to be spent.

I finally was able to check in and then had to literally run to get my shopping done and then run to the gate and board the plane. By this time I was REALLY sleepy and exhausted and kept nodding off and jumping awake (that's so funny when another person does it).

Unfortunately for me, this young boy kept blabbering on and on and on and on behind me.
For the first time I wished I wasn't able to speak English. At least I wouldn't have been
driven to suicidal/murderous feelings by listening to his inane drivel.
It was obvious that his parents were fed up of him, but it never entered their head that other people were ready to chuck the little bugger out the window!!!!

We arrived in Romania 15mins early, my ride was waiting for me and I arrived home around 12am. I went to bed around 3:30am and proceeded to spend the rest of the week in a sort of post-traumatic-jet-lagged-exhausted-hungry-daze.

Now the jet lag seemed to have worn off but now I caught a cold - life's wonderful!

The first photo is of my cat , Chloe who was all bundled up in a blankie and who wasn't enjoying one minute of it.

Second pic is of Froopert on the left, Frooples on the right and the mother in the back, bitterly complaining and fretting over a phone card. As you can see, Froopert and I were in a different planet :P

I wonder where we going?? Maybe to eat dimsum.
Frooples.

Tea, and why I'm an idiot.

So I started drinking coffee when I was 14. Yes, I know it's a tad young to begin imbibing the
ubiquitous bean, but such is life.
I drank Nescafe instant with sugar and milk. Later I graduated to sugar only (with the coffee, not a cup of pure sugar), and then to black.
By the time I was working, I was drinking instant (what else is there?) and evaporated milk - an acquired taste to be sure. Around 5 yrs ago, I suddenly didn't like coffee anymore.

Drinking those fancy coffees in fancy cafes and even a starbucks coffee (plain black) would make me queasy and more often than not, cause me to have to visit the w.c. more often than was comfortable, or that was allowed for in my schedule...

That's when my obsession with tea began (you thought I made a mistake in the title, ent?)

I began to drink black tea with evaporated milk and sugar and soon realised that the extra sugar in my already sugary diet wasn't helping my...um... physique.
So I switched to milk and honey and Earl Grey tea - no, I don't put lemon in Earl Grey, I like it with milk.

Anyways, when I moved to Romania about 3 years ago, I bought a cute mug with a pig on it because one of my nicknames, other than "Frooples" and 'fatty' etc. is "Kobuta" which is the Japanese for 'piglet'. Yes, I got that name due to the fact that piglets in general, and I have the same BMI.

I started realising however that in Romania, my tea just wasn't cutting it. Since I had no desire whatsoever to drink coffee, and was never a big fan of diahreah, I realised something had to be done about the tea situation. (I'm also not much of a hot or cold chocolate drinker, maybe due to my very unwelcome lactose intolerance issues)

I tried many brands, big brands and small brands, loose leaf and bags. Some were just downright terrible and some satisfied me for the first few days and then failed to deliver...
About two weeks ago, I went to a formal lunch (complete with champagne - yummy) and really enjoyed the black tea I got after the meal. "Wow", I asked myself, "what's so different about this tea and mine at home??"

Then it hit me, I had in my hand a *tea* cup (and saucer), which holds about 5oz. of liquid. My Pig *coffee MUG* holds 12 oz.
So I have been all this time, ranting about the quality of tea and racking my brain about why my tea is not good, when in truth and in fact, I have been trying to force a bag of tea designed for about 5oz of water, to perform the same in 12 oz of water.
Baka!!

You try functioning with half a brain and see how far it gets yah.
Hmmph.