9 a.m. Coffee Break

Coffee is no guilty pleasure for me. It is my lifeblood.

Mondays have never been nice to me no matter how I try to fake it. Yesterday was no exception. Although I enjoyed my underachievement (soon I hope I’d be prouder of the results of what I intend to accomplish), close to believing all was well, I still ended up popping pills to relieve me from a splitting headache. Sooner then I realized I guess I did not have enough dose of coffee for the day.¬†Sometimes I wish I owned a coffee maker that brew coffee on its own and give me a refill when I am supposed to get one.

So this is me on a Tuesday, the day I lead myself to believe that is my favorite day. But just as the normal (really?) days, I am sipping through a styro cup some instant latte in the hope that the day shall be nicer than yesterday.

Cafe Hop

Nothing fancy. Nothing grand. Nothing planned.

For a coffee lover like me, it is predictable that the only thing that pleases me is a cup of coffee.

Today, I got to ride in coffee spoons and stir my way to special moments with extraordinary beings.

Where coffee is, there my heart shall be.

Three cafes in a day…each my first time…like they were candles I needed to blow to make a wish. Well I only have one: be remembered.

Today had been great.