Coffeeholic's Hour

I have done so much with my BFF but this mommy-joins-BFF-club thingy... Just a minute. I have never done this before. It's like we used to do grocery shopping and have some nice lunches whenever I come over to her house. Today, we had a total 6-hour conversation from Dragon-i to Starbucks. Have you got the picture yet? The BFF and her mom and me, slacking on Starbucks couch for more than 4 hours sharing some stories and finding flaws from whose-and-whose lies, discussing about how generation-gap happens, and some stupid jokes that are good enough to embarrass the mommy. Ha!

No, I'm kidding. Anthony Hopkins is a nice Englishman in "Meet Joe Black". And it's my pleasure to recommend you to watch this movie during Father's Day, which is a day I don't usually celebrate. You know I have had this fantasy of being daddy's little girl, especially for a person who grew up with English TV programmes and incidentally can't enunciate a proper word. In Western culture, papa says ' I love you ' so often to his little daughter - from her crib, to sending her to school, till her rejection for his love and existence in her high school times, and nearly an embarrassment to her life when she met a new, young lad who knows how to treat her well. Daughter, is like a man's last girlfriend on earth, whom he has given permission to take him for granted. But I don't have such prerogative. I'm more to a Mommy's little girl. My mum trades her life to protect me from getting hurt. She doesn't care what I would think about...

Before I joined my current company, I was scheduled an interview with MD. He told me about the industry they are in and the direction they are heading. So you know being a passionate fresh man, I couldn't care much about his words. The funny, wise man turned serious and was sort of like telling me, said, the treatment is a long-term process for the patients. Whatever we're doing now is to provide them quality treatment. The patients may not seem to appreciate the things we have done for them for the pain they have taken in - hence, rejection is in expectation. But try to put yourself in their shoes. Think again, I might already want to commit suicide for hearing a news like that from doctor. That's the line always rings a bell. And passionate people I work with.

College girl with a cup of Frappe in hand that walks past me. That moment rewinds and freezes when her shoulder brushes against mine. Hey, I knew this girl 5 years ago. She couldn't even pronounce frappe back then and just pointed at the drink which seemed attractive to her. She came to college about 7ish. Having her luxurious breakfast, with a bunch of working adults from opposite building. She read her book quietly while the noises from coffee machine was kinda distracting. She waited for someone to pick her up at the same spot, same drink on table when the clock hit 4pm. Fellow mates commented on her luxurious life. She knew she wasn't belonged to that group but simply she found peace of mind in coffee. Time doesn't freeze and I eventually lose her in sight. I stand at the same spot with my mind swirling back to the coffee career I had in college. It's very reminiscing.

I went to McDonald's this morning. Grabbed the newsletter, ordered hotcakes, waited for the sugar refill. Few college students were there to enjoy early breakfast with their mates. A college boy was getting his ketchup and making his coffee at the corner, while I tried to grab sugar and plastic utensils. He kept looking up and down for his ketchup and coffee. "You're so tall." I stoned there for while, didn't know what should I say next, just beamed at him and walked back to my table. Returned to my office and saw my colleague coming in already, I told her about this incident. "What should be my next line? I don't think 'thank you' is appropriate. Beaming is somehow, impolite and idiotic. What do you think?" "Haven't you been practiced for all this while? 'Thank you' would be good." Still I don't think 'thank you' is good, as I never consider this shit as a compliment. Kinda tricky, you see, because one of my...

今天抛来的一句“笨师妹”，疯癫的记忆再次被唤起。还记得我在去年认识的小丘吗？一个让我对生活充满热诚的前同事，远距离并没有见过面的，一个喜欢把酒的女生。我以为她是疯子，其实她不疯我会觉得更可怕。是的，我很想念她。我没有实现要一起去流浪的梦，空谈 我说。 你知道同一时间 我会更想念他。好几次我想问说 嘿 你好吗？但是我又是少了那份勇气。我想知道你还好吗？ 一定要找一个很爱你的女生、 一个会逗你说笑话的、 一个会常常跟你斗嘴的、 一个会用心去对你的女生。 原来不是没爱过， 只是一直在错过。