Yesterday did not started so well. Might be due to PMS, doubts, then a not-so-happy race organizer emailed to call our attention regarding his race listed at aktib.ph.
When I go to a new place, the first thing I would look up / google is their coffee places. I probably make more fuss about where to get a coffee than where I could get an accommodation.
So I thought why not I make one in Cebu. And, I realized that I have not really explore much coffee places in Cebu. I guess I got too comfortable with the usual routine that I have. It probably is just me but coffee experience in Cebu shops is like a hit and miss. So I don’t really experiment much, and just stick with the usual, which are home and carebear’s pantry. Gaaahhh!
And, there’s just too many resto/cafe popping up in Cebu, it can be dizzying keeping up with each new one.
(I found a list from 032 here >>. But it’s more geared for coffee shops great to do some work or task. There’s another foursquare list but it was reviewing fraps.)
Coffee Connoisseur. But I just have to clarify that I’m not a connoisseur. I could not tell the different taste of different beans, nor know how it is roast, nor tell the difference between brewed and americano, etc etc. And, when I say coffee, the fraps are not included.
3-in-1. I was a 3-in-1 fan, and that brewed coffee / americano coffee are just fancy instant coffee, and when I get Starbucks, it should be frap because why would I drink a different version of instant coffee in a fancy place.
On the other thought, I think I started loving coffee from a cafe at this “coffee shop” in Baseline back in college days. I forgot the name. But I love the high I got from Americano which hit just so differently that of Dunkin Donut coffee. Back then, coffee shop was not a thing in Cebu. I don’t think Bo’s already existed.
Cafe. I always find cafe place dreamy. I guess I fell in love first with the cafe over coffee.
Book. I came to understand coffee, not the instant one, when I read “Pour your Heart into it” by Howard Schultz, founder of Starbucks. Though, I think that book was probably a marketing of Starbucks but it’s a great read. If you want non-fiction, business-y, start-up-y but not so technical, “Pour Your Heart Into It” is probably something that will not be so much painful to read.
Superficial. So yeah I think, my being coffee-ist is superficial. And, that will be how my list, #cebucoffeeproject, will be.
And, hopefully, this will not be only the post I will make. You know how I can be good at starting but not at maintaining it.
I was in a group of businessmen. Real businessmen. They probably have business parents, grow up talking about business, have business friends who are kids of businessmen, etc etc. While I grew up being their business.
But at that time, they talked to me asking about internet.
As real businessmen, they definitely know how to make money out of the internet.
While, I do know internet like every detail of Kris Aquino’s love life, I do not know business. And in a group who lives and breathes business, there’s just no way I could pretend and talk my way out like how Kris Aquino can make a president out of anyone.
I felt out of place, and think are they really sure they want to talk to me?
But on the other thought, while they speak of their grand idea of their business online but has a hint that they’re lost of how to go around it, I was for a moment feeling holding a secret key they do not know.
Maybe, internet is indeed an equalizer — like a fake Kris Aquino may be more amusing than the real one.
Restless and at the same lethargic is my Fridays. I have a rule to do nothing on this day. And, that’s the problem because I know there are still quite a few unchecked items on my task list, which I know can always wait. And that no one will die if I will not do them.
But I really have a hard time letting go… that the world will not end if I do nothing.
The most thing I look forward to when going to a new place is coffee. So how I’d rate a place is greatly correlated with my coffee experience.
Top in my list are Davao and Bukidnon for coffee experience.
At the bottom is Guimaras. There was just no brewed coffee any where we go. On the other thought, Timberland’s, in San Mateo, Rizal, brewed coffee was a very sad case. It made Guimaras more forgivable to me.
(This was in Tacloban, Leyte. I doubt if this still existed today after Yolanda.)
I think we gave up on the idea of having a “best father” awardee or best parent awardee in this home long time ago. We just suck at it.
While for Mati, the bestest father is the security guards because they have guns. Mark has just no chance with Mati.