Drawn Lethargism

Posted on: 11.24.2012 @ 5:21 PM |

Camille Dajay said on November 24, 2012 at 5:57 PM

Why I go to coffee shops to work:
1. There is no wifi.
2. I am alone most of the time.
3. There is no wifi.
4. Aircon (I go there at 12 and stay all afternoon to avoid my hot room)
5. There is no wifi.
6. Everyone else is studying... pressure
7. There is no wifi.

:))

Loonatic said on November 24, 2012 at 7:03 PM

THERE IS NO WIFI.noted.haha.C:

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Another Coffee Post

Who'd have thought that a small chopping board can be a serving tray? (And that was beside the point.)

I never really liked coffee--until recently. Being a night owl for the past few years, a cup (sometimes, even two) of coffee would serve as my best companion in perfecting the art of cramming (or procrastinating). In the Philippines, the Café Culture is not as intense as what other countries have. I think we'd rather enjoy a full meal in a restaurant than have ourselves stationed in a glass-walled coffee shop-- but occasionally, we tend to do just that. Some of my friends hang in these places to study, while my parents go there to have tete`-a-tete´.

I tried doing my thesis in a known place last Friday and believe me, it's far from being effective. Here are some of the legitimate reasons why I said so:

1) There's no wifi, unless you pay or you're a member.

2) The crowd. (I don't even need to explain that...anti-social syndromes accelerating..)

3) Small tables make me fidgety. I had to ask the guard to add another table beside mine so that all of my things, and my friend's, can be accommodated.

4) Once you ran out of coffee, it's either you suck it up and continue doing whatever your chore is or give your seat to other people waiting-- to buy another one is out of the question. My stomach's acidity level fluctuates abnormally these past few days and to have another cup will be torture.

5) Hours inside an arctic room makes my bones weaker than they already are. And it was stupid of me to wear light clothes that day. What was I thinking?

6) Being with a friend--and a close one, mind you-- is as ineffective as watching your favorite movie while doing math, studying wise (or, I'm just a chatterbox, regardless where I'm at or what I'm doing...and did I just use math for my analogy?).

This resentment resolved itself into making me a hermit (in my room) once again. Don't get me wrong. I would also join the bandwagon sometime in the future, but not with the sweet, sweet company of my thesis. (I was even contemplating on availing their planner in exchange with my ulcerical tendencies). For now, I'm contented here in my room, enjoying a cup of Kopiko brown coffee.

Nothing beats the comfort of your, err, rolling chair.

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