Breaking in Between Coffees and Cellphones

With a speculative eye blended with humor at that, coffee and cell phones could be placed side by side in a breakfast table and seen with quite no distinction at all.
Although cell phones may not contain caffeine like in coffee, the intensity of its mass pull could not be denied. In simple words, it is addictive. And with this, it is important to note empirically that any form of addiction is costly. Remember that buying cell phones and buying coffee in Starbucks places a patch in the pocket. In addition to that it is a grim revelation that both are becoming a modern basis for social status, although this may be relative. Social status comes in when people’s preference turns to cell phones smaller than their fingertips like when ordering brewed coffee when there could be simpler and much affordable choice (like home-made coffee). Well, does it really matter how refined the grains are?
Both could also agree in one thing, coffee is best served hot so as to a cell phone model when it is newly out and both loose their worth in time’s count.
Another thing comes in as to the functions of both coffee and cell phone in building relationships. Both are a medium for creating a get-to-know-each-other phase that who knows, may end up to tight bonds.
And to wrap it all, although both coffee and cell phone cause insomnia, people still wake up each morning looking for the same stimulant as if it’s already a lifestyle and a habit that they just can’t break.

plus one to you

Ever since what my rusty mind could remember, i looked up to her as my canopy, ever protective but never suppressive. She was the only person that redirects my cloudy thoughts into something so clear-cut and simple that i couldn't believe how stupid i am not to think of it the way she did, in the first place. But as how this unknown entity called fate, that i always blame for my misfortunes, always finds a hole to twists its way towards me, there was always a room to make another foolish mistake in this lifetime. In my lifetime, perhaps. And the frequency of this inevitable circumstances, makes me wonder where my mother draws her patience from to still have the instinct to hug me and listen to my immature crisis. If she draws that from her wallet, could i ask for money instead? nah im just making a fuss of what seems to be a serious matter. oh but well... it is a serious matter of appreciation.
She was the first person to have ever thought me how to love a person without lecturing me on it. She was open about sexual issues too and yes she was way to cool for my marshy personality.
She's not good in math but she's a great businesswoman so i guess it wouldn't be hard for her to add one to her age,(right ma?) hehe. Happy birthday mahmeh!

parachutes

there's really something about parachutes that awakens my spirit with carefree sighs. it's soaring up there with the air rushing through your face. the pressure would most probably hurt but it wouldn't really matter that much anymore. cause you're up there spending the time of your life conjoined with the skies and greeting earth like daredevils on the loose. free.
i just wanna skydive before i die. dat's on my list.