venti friendship latte, grande friend frappe
everywhere you look, a coffee shop comes to your eyes, waving and enticing to senses. with the vision of its cups full to the brim with aromatic coffee, salivary glands surely goes overdrive. you sure can taste the processed cacao, you sure can smell the delicious steam, you sure can feel the smooth texture in your mouth, you sure can imagine holding that favorite cup that proudly bears your name. you sure can feel that soft couch in your favorite corner in your favorite cafe, you sure can vibe that comfortable feeling of satisfaction as you slowly sip that wonderful concoction of your choice.
coffee has become a fad. people now go to coffee shops to read, relax and unwind, besides drinking the coffee. it has become the new tambayan, it has become the new study area. cafes are too flexible a place, bending to your own will. it always has a place for everyone, at any given time.
i, myself, go there for reasons mentioned above. but those aforementioned compose only a quarter percent in my reasons-of-going-to-cafes pie chart. the three-quarters left is captioned with the words “companion” and “friends”. i believe that coffees are not the main attraction of these cafes. they are vital but not so much as the ambiance of the place and the place itself that gives instant tambayans to those who seek it. of all the times i went to a coffee shop, less than my fingers in one hand stand for those loner mode. always, i come with a companion.
and companions are strictly and austerely chosen. just anybody wouldn’t do. It’s a must that he or she has a knack of talking, sensibly or otherwise. It is a must that bore is not in his vocabulary. it is a must that we are in the same wavelength.
Thank you for the venti javachip frappe. Thank you for the trinoma tour. Thank you for sharing details. thank you for the peep in your life, and wallet. Hope you had a fun time as I did, hope there is still another time.
PS
The barista finally got it correctly. This time, it was Cami on my cup of cold coffee.
so this is cami
i was reading a friend’s blog [again]. and i was inspired to write another post here [again]. his was about weird secrets. mine isn’t going to be about secrets but i’m going to retain the ‘weird’ description for the post.
for those people who have taken the greatest effort to know me, congratulations to you for you already know how unique i am. and you can say ‘bland and plain’ is really out of my portrait.
1. until this time, i still believe i saw a magical ant during that one time i was eating hershey’s chocolate in the swing. i was five or six then and being the eldest grand daughter, i had all the attention, the toys and the chocolate. it was one peaceful afternoon, around two pm and i was in my favorite spot, the swing in my lola’s garage. as mentioned above, i was eating a bar of hershey’s. when i took a bite, a piece fell on my lap. i didn’t take it, i just let that small piece rest there on my shorts while i continued on munching the bar. that’s when out of nowhere, an ant suddenly appeared near the chocolate. i swear that ant didn’t crawl from somewhere, it just appeared there out of thin air. i was so amazed but i was afraid that she’ll eat my chocolate so i hurriedly picked the piece from my lap and put it in my mouth. in an instant, the ant noticed that there was no chocolate anymore around her vicinity. and as suddenly and instantly as she came, she disappeared. again, with just a blink of an eye, it disappeared out of thin air. i swear she really just poofed! disappeared [and didn't crawl out of my line of vision] because i was all eyes on her. i told that story to my lolo and lola but they didn’t believe me. nobody did. now, it’s up to you to judge.
oh! and i insisted on using feminine pronoun on her because i believe she was a fairy in the form of an ant.
2. i used to pee on the bed at night when i was still too young. hey, i was just a kid then! you can’t blame me. the last time was when i was in second grade. and i can remember that incident to details because i find it funny. during second grade, my dad received a gift of dart board from a friend. i used to play with him and mom though saling-ketket lang ako. i couldn’t control my shots then. bad projectile. needless to say, i wasn’t able to hit the bull’s eye. in one of my dreams, i was playing the darts. and like in real life, i hit all the parts of the board, and the wall where it was hanged, but the center. after a long time of playing, i finally hit home! BULL’S EYE! fifty points. i was so agitated after that. but not because i finally hit the spot. but because the exact moment i hit the bull’s eye in my dream, my pee exploded on the bed.
we bought another mattress again after that.
3.talking bout sleeping, another embarrasing yet really funny incident was rought to me by that unfortunate activity. it was during my second semester in college. i took Orcom 104 under madamme inton. our last requirement for the course was a case study. i decided to present ours in scrapbook form. i did all the presentation since i was the one who really wanted to put effort for the project. the submission was on a monday and my ever reliable groupmates sent me their parts at 12am on that very monday. i was in calamba then. needless to say, i didn’t sleep through the night just so i could finish the project. six o’clock came and it was time to board the bus to school. i decided to sleep throughout the two hours of journey. and sleep, i did. in fact, i slept like a log. normally, when i sleep in the travel, it was just a light sleep and simple movements wake me up. that time, light sleep was out of the question. at this point, let me tell you that i was seated on the aisle of a two-seater synthetic leather-covered seat. while i was sleeping, the bus driver decided to swerve vigorously. blag! my ass feel on the aisle floor of the bus. but it wasn’t the weird part yet. any normal person would suddenly jerk awake after the fall and just as instantly would stand up. i wasn’t anything close to normal because i didn’t jerk awake nor did i stand up. people seating behind and the guy seating beside me scooped me up from the floor, trying to put me back on the seat. hahaha!
i was half-awake during all those times the guys tried to scoop me up. to describe it more clearly, do you know how you heavily sleep on your bed at night that when somebody tried to wake you up, you just mumble incomprehensively? you know someone’s waking you up but you badly want to sleep that you just mumble something that meant to throw them away. that’s how i felt during my fall.
4. i have this mirror in my room that i love so, so, so much. why? because whenever i look at myself into it, no matter when, no matter what i am wearing, i always look beautiful, i always feel beautiful. hahaha! sorry naman. is it about the light? or what?
5. at times, i feel insecure about my looks. am i not presentable enough? do i look balnd and plain? am i the ugliest? hahaha! but you can never, ever make me feel bad by attacking my intellect.
6. i like intellectual guys more than hunks.
this is just an appetizer. haha! talk with me if you want the main dish and the dessert.♥
sensitivity or lack of it
girls are born with a mandatory ounce of sensitivity with them. they are usually thin-skinned, thus always aware of what’s happening around them. girls are always the ones to know how the other people around them feel even without the verbal cofirmation. they tend to feel for others, sometimes even putting others first before themselves because they can’t stand letting other people feel bad and sad. they always read between the lines, always be lieving in nonverbals more than in verbal messages. the mindset is letting themselves hurt than seeing the people they care for feel bad. sacrifice is on the top of their vocabulary.
then of course, it is not always on the good side. balance of nature dictates that a bad side simultaneously exist with the good one. sensitivity of girls are, in times, overboard. girls get too touchy, too soft. sometimes to the point of irritation. they get mad at innocent comments. they always think of what others think about them. a little glitch in the plan and they would breakdown (of course, these are a bit on the extremes. yet they are still facts of life). common scenes include girls, tears, tears, and tears.
why am i writing about this? because somebody told me about my “amazingly amazing INsensitivity.”
it made me think. deep. am i really insensitive? two seconds and i finally admit i am insensitive at times. i don’t know how could that be (wityh me being a girl) but i am insensitive at some points. i don’t really care about other people. my mindset: why should i care about you if you don’t care bout me? and i dont think this is bad. in fact, i do take it as a good point.
and to put defense for myself, i say i am two extremes. i can be too sensitive like the next girl and i can be uber insensitive like the next guy.
but whatthe! if i must tell the truth, then you must know that i am bothered by his statement. am i being insensitive to the point of hurting people around me? am i too insensitive to the point of hurting my own reputation? am i too into my own world that i don’t take notice of what’s happening around me? am i bad?
answer me.
ps.
i ask him what’s amazing about my apparent insensitivity. he replied: because you’re a girl. insensitivity on girls are rare.
therefore, i am rare.
