Of Coffee and Friends

As I was buying another cup of brew, my epiphanies jolted me. How come I've never noticed how much coffee I've been taking lately when these days I only alternate between a caffeine-filled state or a decaffeinated one and nothing in between? Sometimes I worry about calories and all that superficial stuff. Other times, I simply gape at how much liquid I can take in and gulp it all down anyway. How did coffee-drinking become routine instead of ritual?
In my own little godless world, Coffee along with the Unknown are worshiped. Supposedly. Apparently, not anymore. The desecration of my little gods worry me. I have been an ant living on phone conversations, text messages, and Facebook updates from friends. I know I'm going to get screwed coming here but I never knew I'll be screwed this bad to the point of losing joy over that coffee cup.

I need my coffee back. My cigarettes. My conversations. Conversations without excuse, without explanation. Conversations so raw and fragmented I know I am understood. I miss my coffee and the conversations that make it holy.

5 Things

1. EOP- You do not translate your thoughts from the vernacular and supply the English words for it. That's just mean. And for Chrissakes, don't pronounce all your consonants.


2. San Mig Light - Contrary to what you believe in, three bottles of San Mig Light does not get anyone drunk. Snap out of it. You're conjuring your own hangover.


3. Videoke- Not everyone who came from or who has stepped on Cebu knows how to sing.


4.Traffic - Of course, there's traffic everywhere. I know you're complaining but get it right. Say, the traffic is heavy or moderate or light.


5.Puta*- and all its derivatives are sweet. Nothing beats cussing in more than one language. You've made it worthwhile. I wish to meet you and your friends.