Judging from the incident, I must have accidentally missed my morning coffee. It was shortly after 4pm and I was waiting for Kitreena to come home from her roller-blading after-school activity. There was a little drizzle just enough to give the wet look to the grass and my lips. And the temperature was around 16°C.
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I grabbed my Nespresso mug and ran through the rows of capsules trying to pick one to sip on, on this nice and cool wet afternoon, hubbylessly. As I was drawn to Volluto Lungo, I ran through a row of pictures in my mind. Those Teh Tarik’s, those Teh Ais’s, those Milo ‘O’ Kaw Suam’s, and those Hot Barley’s. And then of course, those of mee goreng Mamak Mata Kelabu Jalan Ampang. He’s got the eye of a tiger. The mamak.
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The next thing I knew the coffee was pressing and the aroma was much stronger than my usual Volutto Lungo. Hmmm? It was when I put my wet lips to my Nespresso mug that I realized I had accidentally put a big scoop of Nescafe Gold into my Nespresso Volutto Lungo coffee! What the Halle Berry!
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So Chin and Lish… if this entry sounds a bit too dark for you; what’s with the Mamak Mata Kelabu Mr. Alamanda me growls and me purrs, and what’s with the wet lips. Just excuse me. Or better yet, just dismiss me, will ya? I’ve been drugged by Aphrodite a bit too much for my own good.
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