but first, this.
scene: early morning, feb 28, in our room.
krista: ate, may malaki akong pabor na hihingin sa iyo.
me: ano yun?
krista: magbaon ka naman ng sandwiches.
me: (malaking pabor?) um. bakit?
krista: (pauses then unleashes evil laugh. uh-oh.) kasi mag-e-expire na yung tinapay natin. nakalimutan kong wala palang 29, 30 at 31 ang february eh march 1 yung expiration.
me: (laughs along hahaha so youuuu) sure.
i ended up having a (chocostripe) sandwich for breakfast and two for work. gave one to cy. ? sisters are lab. crazy, crazy <333
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anyway. another breakfast innovation i finally decided on adapting is ditching instant coffee mixes. yep, you got that right, no more 3-in-1’s for me. as auntie would say, “grow up! make your own coffee!”
and so, on a not-so-sober-from-office-work night, i decided to pick up 200g of nescafe classic and a carton of milk from mercury drug in philcoa, determined that i am ready to “grow up” and make my own coffee.
and now it dawns on me how convenient 3-in-1 mixes actually are because apparently i can’t make decent coffee to save my life. it’s always too much of one thing — too much black or too much sugar or, also equally often, too much milk (because have you ever tried mixing milk from a carton into a coffee mug? it’s seriously messy.)
of course, the emo person that i normally am (it’s the first week of the month, let’s welcome and embrace the emo) i found myself messing up my second cup of the morning (i am substance-abusive like this), i realized how certain things in my life could be described oh-so-aptly by the term, timplahan.
(insert expletive here)
because come on, i seriously do not get you. i just don’t. it’s all too often i put in too much of something and then i feel too, i don’t know, too much of an imbecile to be occupying a fragment of your time, and you know what? i drink it all in. especially when it’s bitter because there’s too much coffee, i drink it in, and think how it’s probably my fault.
and now, i’m thinking i got it just right.
but you know what, right now, i’m just about ready to make another unintended miscalculation. and then drink it all in. because that’s what i do.
[/end cryptic here, no, i don’t think anybody has the winning answer.]