Sunday night air-conditioning at the office treats us like the quickly-decomposing cold cuts in the frozen compartment. I drove to a coffee shop in Blue Wave for coffee.
It’s red cups time and toffee nut latte tasted like Christmas. It conjured a vivid memory of the first time I tasted it. I was so sleepy and we were doing database updating/mindless encoding tasks in ____. I went down to the Starbucks in Valero with B. Life was probably more humble but way better back then: my 41st floor view, my desk by the window, launch cast all day, actually enjoying the day I also remembered the time we had Toffee Nut Latte in Tagaytay with D., B. and A. around Christmas last year. That was the perfect place, the perfect timing for this seasoned drink.
So I savoured every hot sip while in an office that reduced us to meat in a freezer. The coffee was still good. Stuck with this job, I imagine how life was so much better when I had these sips before.
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"How should I not be grateful to my whole life? -And so I tell myself my life." Nietzsche, Ecce Homo
