(Photo courtesy of Samtoy Books)
The phrase, of course, means that despite having a difficult time with something (or someone), you have managed to stay strong et cetera, et cetera. But I’m not using it figuratively. A few hours back, I walked around the city in my polo shirt, pants, and loafers whilst drizzling (it was very stupid of me not bringing my coat or a jacket). Talk about making it through the rain. Literally.
LOVE IS THE COFFEE I SAVOR EACH DAY
by Christian S. de la Cruz
Love is the coffee I savor each day
The aroma invites to take a sip
Despite its hotness keeping me at bay
I have let my tongue be singed by its heat
The sugar, its sweetness, the taste remains
Flies me to the clouds, the highest heaven
In bliss I was wrapped, happiness regains
My then forlorn life gone and now liven
But bitterness spares none, not even me
The coffee’s acrid flavor would linger
Soon raze my elation, leave me gloomy
Soon break my heart and hurt ‘til forever
I’ll drink my cup of java nonetheless
To at least taste love at its worst or best
(Note: A sonnet requires fourteen iambic pentameter lines. I cannot meet that demand that’s why it’s an “attempted” sonnet. The lines are pentameter though.)
I became addicted to these :P
“Coffee Orchids”
This was the coffee painting I was talking about in my last post. I really can’t get the shades right. XD
TRIAD C: COMFORT ROOMS, CLAUSTROPHOBIA, COFFEE
COMFORT ROOMS
Something bad happened this morning, approximately 10:15 a.m. I was at our comfort room busy pouring pineapple juice to the ceramic pitcher when I heard the banging of the door. I panicked. When I was done, I zipped my pants, buckled my belt, and got outside the cubicle. I tried to open the door but it was locked. I knocked on it, several times. I peeked at a hole every now and then trying to catch the attention of people passing by. Unfortunately, none turned their head to my direction.
I gave up for a few minutes and started imagining scary things. Like a long-haired girl in white crawling towards me, holding a bloody knife ready to attack me. That didn’t happen and I’m thankful. :)
Since no one from outside can help me, I tried to open the lock myself. I tested my pick-locking skills and fortunately I was successful. :) Hello world.
CLAUSTROPHOBIA
The above experience, I guess, have incited my claustrophobic self. It was scary. It was hot. I even cried. And it was smelly. That’s why whenever I need to pour some pineapple juice, I ask a friend to accompany me. And yes, I won’t go there ever.
COFFEE
I was amused by the stains made by coffee on paper. Major thanks to Val for introducing that to me. That’s the reason why I tried to paint with coffee. :) Yes, it smells good on paper too. Too bad I can’t lick it. XD My first try was unsuccessful. I can’t get my shades right. I hope I could somehow get the right hues. And I hope my mom wouldn’t notice that we don’t have coffee anymore. :p
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