Coffee and Me

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There is no better way to start a day but with a cup of hot coffee. As for my case, I have a mug. I hold it tenderly, lovingly with both my hands, feeling its heat. I smelled its aroma and let it filled my senses. Then I take a sip, savoring its sweet and bitter taste. That is all it takes to wake me up and start the day right.

I’m pretty sure you can relate to that. The experience isn’t that poetic as I narrated it to be which I did simply for literary sake. But that simple moment of drinking coffee is a joy.

I drink four cups of coffee at most in a day. More than that, it seems my stomach couldn’t tolerate it. I would experience hyperacidity. But to some people I know, four cups is a minimum. A close friend of mine could even drink as much as eight cups a day. The moment he wakes up, he would grab a cup of coffee. I think he even drinks one before he sleeps. It amazes me. All along I thought coffee is to be blamed for sleeping problems.

One episode of The Doctor’s TV featured a woman who could drink around 22 cups of coffee. She drinks it either hot or cold. She admitted to be hyperactive but other than that she seems to be fine. Nevertheless, according to the doctors, that was excessive and was advised to cut it at least into half.

At the office, my colleagues would often meet at the pantry to get some coffee. Some would like it black, other would be latte while I sometimes would bring powdered chocolate drink and mixed it up with the coffee. With that, I get to have a little chitchat with them while preparing our own coffee.



After work, me and my friends would sometimes decide to relax a bit, or do some catching up over coffee. Starbucks is usually the place to go. Second choice would be Coffee Bean.



It’s probably gone unnoticed but coffee is part of our daily lives. And sometimes, the best time of the day happened over coffee.