I sat here on the same sanctum spot I've discovered yesterday. A foldable round seat at the porch (which my mom was so proud of when she first bought it, and compared to what her sister would have bought for the same price: a set of picnic lunchboxes and cups. Well, she did bought them, my aunt, for about the same price), my feet against the rawly done brick pillar. I protested on the pillar, saying that it looks dirty, but my mom just dismissed me, saying she liked it rustic and natural. I could only see the people passing by the street in front of my house, which that is also blocked by the greens my mother planted. Sometime near I would move the chair and the squared side table right behind the gates, so that I could see the continuous activity around the basketball court and the intersection. Then of course, I'd make myself a black coffee (I think I'd like it better than those with cream) and some 'goodness' (read: biscuits or bread or pastry). It's a cheaper alternative to achieve that "coffee shop vibe". Need to save money for... idk what emergency or urgent wish that may come in the future, which definitely does not involve hanging at an awkwardly short table and uncomfortably small-ass chair with an overly priced coffee.
written originally on January 13, 2017. Revised on January 17, 2017.
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