The story of my OTD

(for future reference: OTD= obsessive tea drinking)

My first encounter with this divine drink was through summer camp breakfasts. For some reason I thought lemon tea was the way to go (perhaps one of my friends had tea, I don’t know). I believe I went overboard with the lemon tea, because I couldn’t bear the thought of drinking it for a number of years following camp.

My next obsession was mint tea… Once again I went overboard with it and found it impossible to drink for several years.

I have now reached perfect balance in my OTD when it comes to what teas I drink (… balance = drink all of them), and as a result I have dedicated an entire cupboard (read: 1.5 shelves) to my “collection”.

You may be wondering “Why on earth is this crazy person going on about their OTD? Who cares?”, which isquite an appropriate response. It just so happens that I hate coffee with a passion, and I consumed my first ever coffee today (capsule Café au lait… It was ghastly!) In an attempt tomake up for this terrible experience I had lemon tea for the first time in forever, and it brought back so many memories 😛 ❤

Anyway, this was a little peek into my life with OTD, I will now return to my little tea cabinet to nest!

//jz

The one about a dog…

… but not just any dog. The best, most amazing dog.

Ganda, our lovely Tibetan mastiff, passed away this morning at the honorable age of 14 years (1.4.2003-6.7.2017). I’m not going to sugarcoat it – I’m shattered. When I say she was the best, most amazing dog, I mean it. She was pure gold.

These 14 years hold a lot of memories – some of them good, some of them bad, some of them happy, and some of them sad. When I say I grew up with this dog it’s not in a dramatic, Hollywood-movie-like way, but in an honest, “this is life”-kind of way.

I was 7 (turning 8) when Ganda came to us, and I’m 21 (turning 22) when the time came for her to leave. I really did grow up with this dog. She witnessed my careless childhood years, my awkward teenage years, my stressful and excited high school years, and the beginning of my “adult” life as a university student. Through the years she has always been an unchanging, unfailing rock, and I believe she’ll continue to watch over me from behind the clouds. No matter if I was happy or sad I could count on this dog to always be there, never judging, always understanding – an honorable, admirable trait.

She was certainly not your average happy-go-lucky dog with a wagging tail and huge smile (I could probably count all the times her tail has wagged using one hand). That isn’t to say she didn’t cause trouble – stopping the traffic on our street, killing the “dog proof” kitchen gates, eating my sweets and chocolates, “reading” books, the list goes on.

However, when it came down to it, she relied on her instincts more than “I wonder what the humans want me to do”. Barking at the tractor spreading manure on the field across from our house because “That’s my field… I can see it, therefore it is my field… now it smells like cow poop…”, digging under the deck (and exposing the foundations of the house) because “I’m from Tibet… close to China… going to dig my way to China…”, not caring less about small, floppy eared dogs who came to the house, but “Big dog (or small)… pointy ears… must make sure this does not get near the house”, laying in the snow for hours on end because “Look like bear… bears hibernate in winter… must lay in snow until it covers me completely”, the list goes on.

To anyone who hasn’t had the privilege of being unconditionally loved by an animal – I’m sorry. And to anyone who has had the privilege of being unconditionally loved by an animal – I’m sorry. Why? Because the pain of letting them go is something beyond the power of words, and anyone who has felt it knows exactly what I mean.

I guess all we, as nothing but tiny humans, can do is let the tears come, and rest knowing, or at least hoping, we will see our furry friends again in some other time. Until then we hold on to the precious memories ❤

//jz

My brain has left me for an early holiday…

 

Only one exam left! Yes, I’ve made it this far (don’t know how, but I’ve survived).

Currently my brain seems to be taking an early leave for summer holiday, so I’m left feeling somewhat empty-headed.

Actually, no, I feel like the space that is normally occupied by my little brain has been filled with mucus produced by my body in defense against all of this flipping pollen that’s flying around at the moment. Thanks body, so nice of you to look after me (and make me feel like I have a cold…).

Anyway, only one exam left! Yay!
I’m so done. There is no way my brain can take any more information at this point (which is probably why it decided to leave early). Luckily I’ve already gone over the material once before (we had two tests already, and the last one is sort of a recap of everything – yay… not).

This is pretty much what has been going on in my head for the past few days – thank you information overload! (it has lyrics, please sing along 😛 )

I will try to push through these last few days of torture and then enjoy my well-deserved holiday! I’m sure ice cream and chocolate will be my best friends as I try to survive 🙂 😉 😛

To those who are still struggling: You can do it!
To those lucky bastards who have already successfully escaped to holiday land: Good job, please don’t rub it in 😉
To myself: Soon… very soon.

//jz

The one about how hectic everything is atm…

Today we took next year’s tutors for a nice walk out in the beautiful Estonian nature (Taevaskoda matkarada) in an attempt to relieve stress and bring them together as a group (not that I’m worried about that, they seem to have it under control 🙂 ).

Anyway, after our outdoorsy adventure we came back to J&J’s crib (aka our apartment) to chill etc. and (finally getting to the point) we came to the conclusion that there’s so much we would like to talk about on our blogs, but there’s just no time to get it out there. Sad but true, that’s the way it is.

There are so many things I wish I could write about, but there’s never any time for me to just sit down and get the writing done (even now I should be doing one of the following; studying, sleeping, cleaning, washing clothes, walking the dog, eating something proper, or taking a shower). Luckily Sunday is just around the corner… (I hope you read the word luckily in the most sarcastic tone possible!!)

To sum it up: life is good, but hectic, school is so-so, and very hectic. By so-so I mean it’s good, but it’s also really bad.
It’s not really that bad… although it sometimes feels completely overpowering… So much to do, so much to plan, decide and execute… and so little time.

//jz