figarro coffee

if you don't hear me with the things i don't say, how much more with the things i do?

blacksoup cafe and artspace kape

when i get a massive headache, advil is just the second thing that comes to mind. all i know is that i need to get coffee.

so, while nursing a headache, two of my friends and i went through the entire street looking for some freshly-brewed coffee. there we discovered, blacksoup cafe and artspace.

it wasn't out in the street. it was actually in an apartment building, and we found it through a sign out in the road that said such place existed.

the first person i met almost made me scream. it was kuya bojie, my childhood hero from batibot. i was tempted to ask, 'where is ate shenna?' but of course, he was quietly finishing his dinner of steak (not that i was prying on his plate).

i don't know where to start describing the place. it was full of vintage movie memorabilia, and the whole place itself was just art.

it had a grand piano in the corner and the whole place just seemed to take me in to some black and white movie.

the menu didn't have different variations of coffee. it simply said 'kape,' and when i called the waitress's attention, i told her i wanted a cup of brewed coffee, in which she promptly replied with, 'oh, you mean, kape.'

true enough, it wasn't just brewed coffee. it was kape. native, brewed, strong aroma. it was kape.

i don't really normally talk about places and food here. but, if you're smelling a cup of good kape with kuya bojie in the other table, how could i not?

if i fell by the beatles

if I trust in you, oh please
don't run and hide
if I love you too, oh please
don't hurt my pride like her
'cause I couldn't stand the pain
and I would be sad if our new love was in vain

fiorgellato coffee

‎"It's demeaning to love a man who thinks so little of you." -Grey's Anatomy quote

friuli trattoria coffee

i am gaining weight. i can feel i am. i don't hit the scales though. i never had, and i doubt if i ever would by choice. my only scale so far is how my jeans fit.

in our street alone, we have at least 500 restaurants. we have all sort; persian restaurants, italian restaurants, sisig houses, coffee shops, and what have you.

tonight, we went to friulu trattoria. while my friend commented that their pasta is disgusting, i had to argue that their tiramisu is outstanding. ha-ha

this is day 1 of letting go, and i am eating out. if this is my way to cope, i would be totally bloated like a hyena by the time it's over.

in the meantime, i am digging in.

red ribbon coffee

every cup of coffee has a story. it could be as sweet as a latte, but more often, i choose to resort to less dramatic options by putting my earphones on and go wild with zach de rocha or matt tuck. the noise distracts me. it keeps me sane; getting me away from thoughts that beat me up in slow motion.

i remember a phrase that was posted in facebook by a friend. it simply said, don't think he already let go, when he didn't really hold on in the first place.

i guess i'm just scared. always have been, in a way, that's why i needed to be dragged. i willingly let myself dragged, so here i am.

i always believe that things that end up wrong usually start with something that feels really right. but i know, for something that actually started feeling wrong and starting to feel right in the process would eventually end up wrong.

i have to let go. God knows i really do try. it's the reason i bite the nail of my thumb so i wouldn't make a lot of noise while i cry myself to sleep on some nights.

i go. and as always, i am chased around and i stay back, giving up all the strength to go i thought i first had. eventually, the chase gets tiring. it would soon get tiring, i hope.

I'd rather love someone I can't have than have someone I can't love.

- DamnItsTrue tweet

dunkin donuts

yesterday, i got a large coffee to go. the girls before me got a hot choco and a soda. the guys got donuts. finally, another customer also came in and ordered a large coffee to go. it was an old man. a very old man.

greatest view by silverchair

mistakes dont mean a thing
if you dont regret them
so pack your tactic toes for the winter
chain a waterfall to burned and withered skin
no one else will ever see