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Friday
i want my two dollars ninety cents back!
This week, i have made two unworthy purchases.
1. Mocha from Spiga.
2. Latte from Blueprint.
I guess the mocha wasn't too bad, despite it being usually strong and powdery, it was reasonably bareable. Today, after suffering from some severe sleep deprivation this week, i knew i wouldn't be able to last my five hour shift at work without some sort of stimulant. Being rather adventurous of me, instead of going the usual mocha from barettos or plush fish, i decided to take a punt at the rather ragged looking cafe diagonally opposite to our beloved physiotherapy building.

The cafe lady was nice and welcoming. I asked for my Latte (another brave move on my behalf). I walked out, intially, very content with my purchase. But as i sipped the dilated, watered down latte, i cringed. I swear, it probably had a dilution factor nearing 70% water to 30% coffee. Water would've tasted much better. If only it was possible to demand a refund on coffee.

Oh well.

I don't know whether it's me or something else. I think my tastebudds have grown exponentially these couple of months, and the more i eat out, the higher my expectations. For instance, i can no longer tolerate packaged nuts, i greatly prefer low-fat milk, and i only drink certain rather expensive tea at home, instead of the usual tea bags. This is not to say that i would refuse to eat or drink anything other than them, but my preference and expectations have risen. My tastebudds have been too pampered lately.

Speaking of food, i have not had such a satisfying dinner in a restaurant for a while. Meshiya. I love you. Despite the unintended addition of a decorative ladybug on my salad, i can truly rank you up within my top 10 beloved restaurants.
posted by sciurine @ 9:40 PM  
5 Comments:
  • At 3:47 PM, Blogger Prioroftheori said…

    Hahaha, it's not called exponential tastebud growth, but actually called being classy, hehehe. WORK WORK WORK!!!

     
  • At 5:38 PM, Blogger sciurine said…

    well, i don't mind being called classy at all ;) I am sooo glad i finished my assignment, and even more proud of myself not giving up blues night. *pats lee on the back and hugs herself*

     
  • At 5:56 PM, Blogger gneake said…

    haha imagine exponential tastebud growth... you wouldnt be able to eat anything...

     
  • At 5:51 PM, Blogger sciurine said…

    Hahah..ok, good point. Maybe we shouldn't imagine it then. I'll just stick with having a 'classy' tongue ;)

     
  • At 9:37 PM, Blogger Requiem of Eternity said…

    hey, you should love me more for suggesting Meshiya!!!
    and having a classy tongue is good!
    (although low fat milk is gross - just drink bloody water with a calcium tablet instead!!!) full cream all the way!!

     
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