If there’s someone who deserves an award for i-never-grow-sawa-of –coffee, that should be me. Or an award for most-number-of-coffee-drank in a day. Definitely, I would grab these awards and that would never be contestable. (Ha-ha) That’s how well I know myself when it comes to the coffee aspect of myself.
I strongly have an emotional attachment with coffee. And I drink coffee not just for the heck of drinking coffee but for some reasons, it brings me back to those precious memories.
Those tender years
When I was like 4 to 5 years old, my parents used to leave me (and my sister also) with our land lady. She became our grand mother-slash-guardian when our parents were at work. In those times, I learned to drink coffee. For some kids, they were never allowed to drink until they’re teenagers. But our ‘grandmother’ had given me the ‘benefit’ to be more advanced than any other kid. She fed me my breakfast with a hot, aromatic coffee along with the hot pandesal. And you know what happens to the pandesal. Ha-ha From this orientation, coffee has been a staple for breakfast.
I was reared to be serious about my studies. It wasn’t imposed though, I strive to make my parents proud of me. So in those sunog-kilay years, my constant companion was a cup of hot coffee. College years had been accounted for the most number of cups of coffee I sipped. Just imagine the rigorous examinations, mock boards, of meeting the quota WPA, of not being in the bottom 5 during exam results. Those pressures seemed to be bearable (aside from the inspiration from the family and God, ahem) because of my ever dependable companion, my coffee. At an average, I consumed 5 to 7 cups a day ranging from yummiest flavours of Great Taste, Nescafe, Maxwell, Moreishi and from that of coffee shops. Of cappuccino, frothe’, instant, espresso, mocha java, choco hot fudge, frappe,herbal, 3n1, strong, mild, white, bitter, sweet, bitter-sweet, iced, hot, black. You name it, I have tried everything just to keep me awake and alive. Just it has played a major (I say major again) role in my college life.
Coffee will always be a part of me along with each of my life’s milestones. And I say, until to this very moment, I remain in love with coffee. Always will.
Each day is a big day. Take a sip. Coffee, anyone?
