::memory::

i often use to go to this cafe in beijing called "the sculpting in time" cafe. it was my little refuge away from the city and all its' people. my place to just write and reflect. i always sat by a window and i always bought a drink. this coffee concoction was called "lost in translation." yeah, i had no idea what it was, but got it because i loved that movie! it turned out to have alcohol (the blue stuff at the bottom of the glass) that gave it a little kick. i'm not a big drinker, but i have to say, drinking coffee that time was more relaxing than usual.

only in china. good times by myself, coffee, and something extra.

on another note, i received a coffee mug/thurmus yesterday. much thanks to whoever you are!