it's a wrap!

just another manic monday…

Pull-ed Coffee

I started my little journey with this friend named Coffee some years ago. As a child, I was fascinated with the aroma of the brew. Waking up in the bright morning sunshine dancing into to kitchen, the shadows of the leaves in the backyard throwing their shadows onto the charcoal tiles, I would sniff my grandmother’s early morning mug of coffee and enjoy just the smell of it. She took hers with lots of sugar and cream.

As I grew up, Starbucks made its presence felt in the country, and I was curious and started having their caramel macchiato. Wow! That was just lovely. The drink was sweet, with lots of sugar and cream, wrapped in the sweet caramel-ly taste. It was my favorite drink during my university days, young girl fresh outlook on the world, starry eyed and impressionable. I would sit back on the armchair provided by Starbucks and watched the cars go by outside, safely cocooned in the pseudo homey atmosphere of the café.

Aha, then comes the plunge into the working world, I moved on to drinking latte. The milky brew satisfying though not sweet, allowing me to enjoy the aroma of coffee yet masking the bitterness with the frothy milk. Hmm, not bad, not bad at all…then, if I had no time at the office, I just take my coffee with cream and nothing else. Those were what I would like to name the shaping years, the years that threw me into the whirlpool of work, growing up, discovery, self-awareness, thoughts, and mistakes.

I would like to think that those years helped shaped my character for the better.

Finally, this is by no means the last leg of my life, but I have graduated to drinking coffee, black, with nothing else. Ahh, that strong, bitter brew, the untainted aroma of it, lingers within the recesses of your tongue. I have finally learnt to appreciate the brew. I remembered this as a time of transition. Now rare are those times when I do not drink the coffee black. However, there are those times, when I indulge that sweet tooth and have Nescafe tarik, especially today, when I woke up with aches in all my joints and limbs. I walked into the office and am thankful for somebody who did not mind “manja-ing” me, fixing me that perk-me-up.

2 Comments»

  Sis wrote @

tsk tsk tsk.
It nearly kills me even by just looking at you gulping the big mug of black liquid down… Even the smell is sooooo bitter… aaaahhhh!!!.

  ashleewong wrote @

therein lies the beauty of the brew, the aromatic, rich dark, bitterness of it…it’s an acquired taste 😉


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