If you’ve been following my Instagram, or even better, if you know me personally, you might already noticed that I am such a coffee addict. I think my parents should be proud of me because I’m addicted to coffee, not to drugs.
Anyway, I ALWAYS have my coffee first thing in the morning. It’s a black strong one. And it’s peaberry coffee – if you know what I’m talking about. Even if I wake up late, I somehow still managed to brew my morning coffee, by any chance. Believe it or not? I’d rather be late than to skip my morning routine. I found, that without the kick from the coffee, I have difficulty doing my activity, even the simple one like…. walking to class. Ha!
One of my friend once asked : “Did you ever went to a restaurant, or a diner you’ve been willing to go for such a long time and then you’ll find the food to be disappointing?”
Of course I did! From an expensive stuffed chicken breast in Kayu Manis (listed to be #1 restaurant in Sanur, Bali) to a cheap Takoyaki I found beside a bookstore in Bandung. They’re all terrible. I just didn’t seem to have a mood to write ’em up in my blog. Ugh. Remembering those foods really annoys me. But I think I’ll start writing my bad experience up as well so there will be less people misguided, like me.
This question always happens to cross my mind first thing in the morning.
You know, morning has always been my favorite time of the day. It’s the time, the only time, when I can sit all alone, sipping my coffee while listening to the bird chirping, and thinking about everything – about life and future, mostly.
Morning is the time when I know there’s still another day. There’s still another chance. It gives me the time to think. It gives me hope. That’s why I love morning.