coffee talk and more

it's raining, it's pouring, and i'm high again.

i've been waiting for rain for days now. not that i want to go to school while it rained (believe me, i want anything but that). but the whole weekend i prayed and prayed that it would rain.

i met up with Ina this afternoon right after i processed my forms for enrollment for Sir Betan's class. we exchanged CDs because we like the same type of music (we're into rock bands, mostly). we spent two hours at Gloria Jean's talking. laugh trip si Ina. i was talking to her about the C.S.I. Miami episode i watched last week, the one where the Cuban brother shot his sister because he wanted the American Coast Guards to pick her up (the brother assumed that because she was wounded, they wouldn't care if she was an illegal alien, they'd still take her in and bring her to the hospital). but they were unfortunate because the boat didn't see them floating on water with one lifesaver. so the sister died even if she was only shot on the leg. the brother was able to swim to shore (because he's physically stronger) and he felt awful for thinking that a gunshot would save his sister's life. so anyway... Ina kept interrupting. "ano 'to? yung may treasure sa sea?". then i go, "ano ba! patapusin mo ko!" then i go ahead with my telling the story. then she interrupts again: "ahh! eto yung may shark?>". SHARK KA DIYAN! HAHAHA! let me FINISH! i told her. but laugh trip. i laughed till my sides hurt and my eyes got watery. she could write her own C.S.I. Miami episode with her twisted mind (hehe, joke lang).

but seriously, it was fun. relaxing on the not-so comfortable couch at Gloria Jean's was chillaxing at its finest. if i weren't too worried of rush hour traffic, we would have stayed longer.

while coffee shops are thought to be of breeding ground for "elitists" and "conyo" people, i dismiss the fact because i personally believe that it is a breeding ground of interesting conversations of various interests-- whether intellectually stimulated or not. why do i go there despite my endless complaints of paying a ridiculous amount for a cup of coffee? because you can't beat coffee from coffee shops. really. be it from Dunkin Donuts or Go Nuts Donuts or anywhere else. i don't know. where do they get their coffee beans anyhow? why isn't it available at supermarkets? plus, i don't think people go there for the coffee alone. coffee shops (not all, though) have an ambience that attract people to hang out there (the lighting, the music, the couches-- that is, if you're lucky enough to grab one). you know the feeling of just wanting to get out of the house but at the same time you don't want to get tired by walking and walking? people turn to coffee shops for that because they get to relax, bond with friends, and get their caffeine or sugar (or both) fix. intimate, shallow, and intellectual conversations are present inside coffee shops all the time. while i may still not understand why i continue to crave for coffee despite the huge dent in my wallet, i know that most of the best conversations in my life happened in a coffee shop whether it's just House Blend, Tazza (that car wash slash coffee shop in Banawe in Quezon City), Starbucks, or Gloria Jean's.

anyway...

i made three trips to National Bookstore today. first was when i got the The Constitution of the Republic of the Philippines and Local Government Code of 1991. second was after finishing up with the papers at school when i realized that i forgot to buy a map of Metro Manila (for homework). third was when i waited for Ina. i had to kill time going through the shelves and shelves of books. i got The Little Prince because it's about time i read it. by my third trip to the cashier, the lady was looking at me with a funny look. i guess she might have thought i was weird for going there three times with hours of time intervals.