It's funny that I just realize now how much a person actually changes in the space of at least a decade. When the dates are this far apart, it's easier to see the marked differences in one's behavior.
Now how did I get to thinking such a thing? Well, I had just finished an exam and I had two hours for studying the next subject's exam. I thought, I only slept for about 5 hours today so I might start thinking sluggishly. To prevent this, I decided to buy some iced coffee. I wanted to drink it hot since today's weather is quite cool, but the hot beverages are always too hot for me. I could always wait, but I didn't have that much patience for it. So I picked the iced mocha latte (P15 only).
After getting my drink and walking for about twenty steps or so, I recalled something when I was still a child. When I was about seven or eight, I actually dared to drink coffee. It was the first time I had the guts to try drinking this adult beverage. Back then, I loved to put lots of powdered milk in my chocolate drinks, so I also put some heaping tablespoons of our milk in my first taste of coffee. It... Was... MOCHA! So this is where mocha came from... I can't believe mocha ice cream was made from a drink for adults only. I wondered then why they didn't let us drink coffee (because it would hamper our growth, they said) when they put coffee in ice cream. From then on, I resolved to have coffee when the adults aren't around.
I definitely have no one to blame for my height. But anyways, the gist of it was that coffee with milk was ambrosia back then (and I discovered a bit later that plain coffee was definitely why it was only for adults, just like ampalaya). In succeeding years, the wonder of coffee faded and I was feeling quite jaded when it came to coffee. I thought, how the... um, heck... could coffee be that addictive. It was just another kind of drink. Because of that arrogant opinion, I stopped drinking coffee for quite a long time, until, that is, when my parents bought a coffee filter drip machine this year.
I was skeptical at first when the whole family, save Papa who was absent then, exclaimed about how better the more expensive coffee was when used with our new machine. After all, I was supposed to be jaded when it came to coffee. But of course, when the majority says so, there could at least be a kernel of truth in what they're saying, right? So I ventured yet again in the slightly richer part of Coffee Land. Fortunately, I was rewarded for my incautious exploration of the new lands. Clearly, price and quality were directly proportional. Bottom line is, I went back to drinking coffee, though a tad more sparingly compared to the other members of my family.
Now, I'm more forgiving of 'cheap coffee'. I actually choose them sometimes when I use the vending machine (Oh, the wonder of this mechanical genius!). I think I'm a better person now. Thank you coffee for helping me in improving my character!
