Life of a Short Indian Girl

Hello friends. I am afraid that I have now hijacked this blog in the most aggressive way possible (Sumona lent me her laptop). Thus, I thought it would be appropriate to write a blog post based on the lifelong question - 'how can I be cool?' SUMONA STYLE. Here are a few tips and tricks that I have learnt during my close observation and study of this mysterious creature's behaviour and mannerisms: - Poker face . ALL the time. Never give away the fact that when someone's talking you're actually plotting to kill them; that would be totally uncool and very not Sumona. Maintain the game face. Hate inwardly. It will all reveal itself eventually.  - HATE cats . Don't follow the trend of the 'Crazy Cat Lady' - it's totally Un-Sumstar. She hates them. Abhors them. You want to really be cool? Abolish the kitties.  - Have all the latest Bollywood tracks on your iPod. It's SO important to keep up to date on the latest singles to hit the taxi cabs

I cannot believe I'm saying this, but I'm half way through sixth form! Year 12 has been the quickest year of my life. It's crazy to think we only have one year of school left before uni and, arguably, real life starts. At the beginning of the year I wrote a post about my expectations vs. the realities of sixth form, but considering I wrote that after a week of being in year 12, it's safe to say I was more naive then and the post definitely needs an update. Although most of what I wrote still stands true, I've thought about and learnt a lot more than just that sixth form get cake days (which I only had about 5 of anyway, the downfall of taking subjects taught in labs)... You begin to wonder how on earth you ever fathomed  queuing  for the canteen, where you actually spent lunch times and break times without the common room to go to and how you managed lessons and exams for 12 whole subjects with zero frees. You don't feel like you should be in sixth form.

For someone who doesn't particularly like London, I do spend an awful amount of time there. Last weekend was a super early start, as I was going to the British Summertime concert at Hyde Park (which was incredible, but more of that another time). Whilst in Archway, I stumbled across a cozy little cafe called The Bread and Bean, and I thought I'd do a review type thing of it, seeing as I've never really reviewed anything. I will start by talking about the drinks. I ordered English Breakfast Tea, AND LOOK HOW IT CAME. I can't be the only one excited about the mini milk bottle, can I? So cute. The glass jar itself had a built-in tea strainer, and had enough for two cups of tea; however, the second cup was so bitter because of the tea leaves that I couldn't drink it. A flaw in the otherwise trendy invention. I also tried the hot chocolate, which tasted almost as good as it looked. Enough said. I admit, I wasn't very adventurous with my food choice, opting