Coffee tales. great moments. great coffee.

today was a funny day at the shop.

scene 1. act 1.

430pm. i woke up from a short nap i took inside the stock room and checked on the armi angel and jacky on how things were going. Angel and i were of our usual asaran when a familiar face (a regular customer already) stood by the cashier (it was a pba player.) being a pba fan, angel was delighted when i asked her to let him sign on a tcb mug for our collection. a few minutes after.. angel pulled me out of the bar and said..."anj may gulo" then the story unfolded on it's own.

HEADLINE: Wife of pba player caught him with a girl.

Iced cappuccino 3 points on his pants.


act 2.
girl walks out. bitter words flying out of each other's mouth.

wife has family on tow to be audience.

scene 2

family enters. sits down. Then mom says, "you three boys (there were 4 kids, 1 girl, 3 boys)....go out.i want to talk to your daddy and your sister.now!"...then they had the "birds and bees" talk. they gave the gie. rl all the chocolates she watned from the showcase

"welcome to choco craving side of the fence!".. in any case dear, we have more than the chocolate milk shake you ordered. next time try iced choccocino. :)

i stole this from a stolen post of OG :)

Love: The will to extend one's self for the purpose of nurturing one's own or another's spiritual growth.

The act of extending one's limits implies effort. One extends one's limits only by exceeding them, and extending limits requires effort. When we love someone, our love becomes demonstrable or real only through our exertion - through the fact that that for that someone (or for ourself) we take an extra step or walk an extra mile.

Love is not effortless.

To the contrary, love is effortful.

By the use of the word "will" I have attempted to transcend the distinction between desire and action. Desire is not necessarily translated into action. The desire to love is not itself love.

Love is as love does.

Love is an act of will - both an intention and an action.

Will also implies choice. We do not have to love.

We choose to love.

- The Road Less Travelled, Scott Peck