I was reading my friend’s blog and I can’t he;p but smile with her entry about Frappe.
The world of drinking frappe according to CyjCatherine:
At the start, there’s the happy anticipation. Then you take a good lick on what’s on top: the whipped cream, the choco syrup, a bit of the bittersweet coffee. And it feels so good, right? It’s as if everything feels like heaven. And nothing else seems to matter but the sweet taste of your frapp.
In my case, it is the opposite. For one, I never liked stirring my frappe. I want it as it is (yes even my coke float). And then I sipped it slowly, enjoying the bittersweet coffee. And it feels good yes. And then I wait, up until I can have a lick on the whipped cream and then on the choco syrup and that is heaven. Always saving the best for last.
I guess that is how I always function, always saving the best for last. Taking everything I can as long as I can endure and enjoying the fruit of my hard ships in the end.
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