I used to hate coffee in the past. Some lurking memory hidden deep within the deeps of consciousness affirmed something of that nature - the initial sip, staying neutral, the subsequent yucks, etc. But something happened along the way.. Journey with me along these series of blogs to explore my descend into caffine hell..
Sometime in my life it must have happened: the taste of coffee sickened me. I know it sounds unbelievable now, but there was a time when coffee turned my stomach and i firmly rejected it. It might have been the taste or perhaps it could have been the principle behind it: who wants to live off this dark stuff anyway?
for years, whenever I was invited to coffee, I would turn the invitations down. Starbucks had nay a chance to make a dime from me. (ahh.. sweet memories)
All these started to change when I started on the path down computer science. Instead of conforming to my parent's wishes for me to follow my brother into the legal profession, I decided to do mental contortions with my grey matter..
The problem didn't really start with computer science. It started with the Final Year Project. Imagine managing a small group of graduate-wannabes, working from dawn to dusk, balancing your schoolwork, your exams and trying to get on top of everything. It was enough to make anyone sick - and I managed to get hospitalized from overwork. (who said hard work doesn't kill?)
Sometime after i returned from the hospital, I realized that i needed a crutch to help me get over my stress. The obvious choice was coffee. I was probably the only person who had entire cartons of coffee (tin-can versions) in the research lab. That crutch lasted me well into the present day..
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