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Only two days and we are now leaving September. How you all doing? Still alive? I hope you are all doing good. I come up with this topic before I end my shift at work earlier. I made a cappuccino coffee for myself after being busy for whole day. The coffee is kind of a snack and a reward because of non-stop working. As soon as I sip my warm coffee, the guard advised us that the shuttle already arrived. It means we are going home.
Going home? I just made a warm cappuccino and I will be going home? Nooooo! I told my officemate to not leave until I finish my coffee. Some of them are preparing to go home after the advise and one of them is still finishing her work. They agreed. After that I am in the middle of enjoying my coffee, while rushing to finish it. How do I do enjoying while rushing? I don't know either.
What happened was while enjoying my coffee and rushing to drink it by blowing an air to it before drinking, I remember my coffee story. I remembered the reason why I become a coffee lover.
When I was young, our life was full of challenged. We were poor. We don't have a budget even for my milk. Of course I don't remember this when I was young, my mother just told me the story.
When I was young, as I said, I don't have a supply of milk. We were staying at our grandparents house because my parents need to work. When there is no milk, my grandmother will prepare me warm water with red sugar. That becomes my milk whenever I don't have milk supply.
One night, my mother was with us on our grandparents house and she was sleeping. She said I was trying to wake her up but she was really sleepy that time but she was aware I was trying to wake her up by moving her shoulder. She then found me in the table preparing a milk for myself with my feeding bottle. My mother just look at me. When I found out that she is awake, I shake my feeding bottle and ran to her, leaving the traces of a pitcher, sugar and ia coffee. Since my mother was tired she didn't check what I did. She fell asleep instantly while I was lying beside her.
I was like going two years old that time. Then she woke up and saw me sleeping by her side, she checked the liquid in the feeding bottle. She found out that I made myself a coffee. It taste bitter. She was like want to slap herself for allowing me to prepare it myself. She prepared me another bottle of milk and let me finish it.
Another time, she prepares me a milk and we all know that milk is color white or off white. She said that I don't want to drink it, but I want the one that looks brown or black. What I was pertaining was, the brown one is the water with red sugar and the black one is the coffee I made. My mother said she can't forgive herself for allowing that to happen.
Since then, while growing as a toddler, I become aware of the smell of coffee. My grandfather even allow me to sip in a coffee made of cooked rice. He even put it on my rice. It becomes a soup. I thought it was the one that is called "brown rice", or champorado, but it didn't. I got confused in all coffee things, brown and black, but that becomes the beginning of my coffee addiction.
Everyone in the family love to drink coffee. While studying since grade school till college, coffee is my companion. I can have black or with cream. Mostly I have 3-n-1 type since it is cheaper and easy to prepare, and my mother is the best in coffee preparations at home. She always preparey coffee.
Coffee? Coffee for me is always available. If I could have a future business I will start with different variations of coffee and I will sell it affordably.
Coffee is a good companion. It never let's you down. For how many times it keeps me awake, and it helps me to do what I need to do.
To be honest, I have 3 cups in a day before or even more than that. I wonder we don't have cups anymore? I finish all the cups. Now, I can only have coffee with sugar and 2 cups maximum. I don't wnat to exceed from it and in the future I will only consume 1 cup.
Coffee with friends is the best bonding moment. My friend will ask us if we want coffee and we will go to their house and we will just have a coffee. Their coffee is one of the best because they have one from. Starbucks and the other one is from Dunkin Donuts. However, that was the most expensive coffee I ever had. It costs PHP 440.00. The coffee is free but the grab car going to their house cost PHP 440.00, so that's why.
Coffee is a good snack when you are saving money. If you don't have a budget for snack and you are busy, coffee is enough. Actually that is what I do everyday but I will remember to have it, at the end of my shift.
I find comfort with coffee. There something in it that makes me relax and clear my mind. The effect on me is opposite from the effect from different people as some are having palpitation whsn they tasted coffee. It is different on me, maybe because I am a coffee addict.