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Peace , Love and Smiles
03/09/2020

Peace , Love and Smiles

Intelligence is sexy
03/09/2020

Intelligence is sexy

How are you spending The 1st of September? -wake me up!!!!
01/09/2020

How are you spending The 1st of September? -wake me up!!!!

Lessons Learned In Life Inc.
30/08/2020

Lessons Learned In Life Inc.

Brew in a mug... now available!
28/08/2020

Brew in a mug... now available!

26/08/2020
I love this analogy! You are holding a cup of coffee when someone comes along and bumps into you or shakes your arm, mak...
24/08/2020

I love this analogy!

You are holding a cup of coffee when someone comes along and bumps into you or shakes your arm, making you spill your coffee everywhere.

Why did you spill the coffee?

"Because someone bumped into me!!!"

Wrong answer.

You spilled the coffee because there was coffee in your cup.

Had there been tea in the cup, you would have spilled tea.

*Whatever is inside the cup is what will spill out.*

Therefore, when life comes along and shakes you (which WILL happen), whatever is inside you will come out. It's easy to fake it, until you get rattled.

*So we have to ask ourselves... “what's in my cup?"*

When life gets tough, what spills over?

Joy, gratefulness, peace and humility?

Anger, bitterness, harsh words and reactions?

Life provides the cup, YOU choose how to fill it.

Today let's work towards filling our cups with gratitude, forgiveness, joy, words of affirmation; and kindness, gentleness and love for others.

(Shared from a friend whose cup is full of goodness and inspiration.)

#CttoRepost #remindertoself

Begin with Yes
18/08/2020

Begin with Yes

A Cup of Words and Coffee.
15/08/2020

A Cup of Words and Coffee.

A Letter from His Other Woman

Long time has come and gone but i admit it's still haunting me. It's still haunting me because I know I f**ked up. And love is so cruel you thought there's always a right cliff to jump. So when we both uncovered the truth, both parties were hurt and we decided to shut every wooden door until forgiveness became a weird noise outside we never trusted to figure out where it came from. And I hope now, where time is the only cure, you'll get to hear my side of story. It took me years and in between that period of time, I was never happy. I hope you'll have the heart to know what happened behind your back. I hope you'll believe me.

It was after summer when we both started from a spark of a match. A 'Hello' after his 'Hi'. A smile that turned into outlandish laughter. He was so nice to me and gave me all the attention I never imagined someone would give me. He would asked me if I took my dinner on time, asked if I was busy, asked if he could insert himself on my short rest. He made me feel special, or maybe he was just being nice. Maybe I was desperate for love I began interpreting his simple gestures into an elaboration. He stood there as if he was willing to listen on how worst my day was or he sat there waiting for me to tell him how many compliments I got that day. He called me on my phone before I sleep, and said his goodnights with assurance that when I wake up the next day, I still got him. His affections drove me to lose my sanity and all of a sudden, I began wanting him so bad. I began picturing him meeting my mom, playing sports with my brother, having deep talks with my sisters. I imagined him fetching me at school, spending the dawn breaks with the touch of his hands, I imagined him occupying a vacant chair on our dining table, or laying on the sofa while fighting his boredom to finish a monotonous movie. I imagined him being there on my birthday, or even Christmas eve. I imagined his Mom being friends with my Mom. I imagined him being there in every special event and meeting my friends, and sharing drinks with my cousins. I imagined him undressing me with love and covering me with skin that smelled like forever. Suddenly, I imagined my future in the way my hands were squeezed on his grip and how I love catching my breath everytime he embraced me so tightly.

In a split second, I stopped minding about what other people will think. And if ever he was a mistake, I would gladly pick him in a crowd and commit to him over and over again until he began sounding right. He somehow looked like the man I wanted to end up with so I gave him every heartbeat,I gave him my body, my soul, my everything. And I thought that by giving him my body, it could make him crave for me, I thought it could make him look for me and will want me to be around him all the f**king time. And it has been my choice all along. It has always been mine. That's the thing that I took so many years to digest but now, I knew it was my choice.

Loving him made me selfish because I could smell a stink in his promises, I felt a twist in his words, I sensed a secret in the way he avoided my eyes. I felt his panting during the times he showed up late. I somehow heard a whisper of someone else's in his sleep. I felt him not being completely honest with me. I could feel that a part of him has always been isolated like there's a restriction that I was not allowed to step foot. I felt it but i ignored it. I neglected it because I was afraid that maybe if I followed my instinct, it would only lead me to the exit door. And I don't want to lose him. That was the exact moment of my life where I let my heart do it job.

I loved him so much I thought everything that might dart me with pain will turn into pity, and that pity will one day make him realize that I don't deserve whatever there was that was intangibly unfair and just simply love me.

But the truth always knows how to come out, always knows where it must arrive, always knows when's the time. And during the moment when I was desperately in love with him, I heard about you. You suddenly became a narrative I regret hearing from a television when I was three when i was pretending to be asleep. You suddenly became a hidden love letter that was peeking on his notes. You became the truth that erased my fantasy background and woke me up.

The moment I found out about you, I saw my walls broke in front of me. I saw myself shaking on my bed, I felt my lips calling myself stupid thirty five times in an hour. I realized I was never allowed to just love and dream the same person that was stitched perfectly on how I wanted it.

I spent several nights pondering about it. I was thinking about holding on and letting go, both on the same measuring scale. I could never love someone the way I love him and that I could never love so hard and just watch him go. I could never enjoy spending my time with him but i knew if ever I'll go on, it'll only be wasted. And then, I imagined myself in your place. I imagine being the woman who was also the victim for loving someone unconditionally. I imagined you kissing him, holding him, laughing with him, spending your nights on his bed without knowing that he crawled his body up to my chest, that he was once a friction on my skin, he was facing you like a sinner repenting from his sins but doing the same evilness the next day. I realize it was worse being in your part. And that you love him more I do that you're willing to forgive him and start all over again. I realized you're still willing to cleanse his flesh with your love, and that you will never leave him in times of troubles. I realized i was so willing to write him poems you already had a novel for him.

Maybe a sick portion of me silently hoped for you to give up, hoped for you to let go, hoped for you to give way.

But you're brave enough to fight for the love you already have in the first place, to fight for the love you owned, to fight for the love you almost lost, to bandage yourself from pain while loving him, for staying when you had the choice of seeking for something better.

And I hope you'll learn to forgive me when I never had the courage to verbally ask you that. I am glad you fought for him and I am glad he chose you over me. I am glad he changed. I am sorry for almost ruining you. I am sorry for loving him. Maybe he was my sort of wrong thing. Maybe he was your error too. But he made a good choice. He's still my mistake. He will be forever stay as that.

Maybe some things need some corrections and healing and second chances.

And I guess,
you're his right decision.

- Mica Meñez
Photo by Hannah Garcia Corpuz

Arun Gogna
13/08/2020

Arun Gogna

Some days are for harvesting, some days are for planting.

06/08/2020

Today, as we face one of the most difficult times of our life, we can either choose to be a Carrot, an Egg, or a Coffee. Take your pick.
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Carrot, Egg and Coffee Story

A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.

Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil, without saying a word.

In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl.

Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me what you see." Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied.

Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg.

Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, "What does it mean?"

Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity - - - boiling water. Each reacted differently.

The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak.

The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened.

The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.

Which are you?" she asked her daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?"

Think of this: Which am I?

Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?

Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart?

Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you.

When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity?

Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?

May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy.

The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.

When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.

You might want to send this message to those people who mean something to you; to those who have touched your life in one way or another; to those who make you smile when you really need it; to those who make you see the brighter side of things when you are really down; to those whose friendship you appreciate; to those who are so meaningful in your life.

May we all be COFFEE.

-adapted, thanks mom😘

19/07/2020
A Cup of Words and Coffee.
15/07/2020

A Cup of Words and Coffee.

Know when to give more and when to give up. 😊

Intelligence is sexy
15/07/2020

Intelligence is sexy

Lessons Learned In Life Inc.
13/07/2020

Lessons Learned In Life Inc.

A Cup of Words and Coffee.
13/07/2020

A Cup of Words and Coffee.

You'll still have me. All of me.

The Coffee Queen
11/07/2020

The Coffee Queen

Wishing all of you a beautiful weekend! ☕️☕️☕️

Bring what matters in your mug... ☕️Sharing our House Blend soon! We Will be Accepting Orders!!!
10/07/2020

Bring what matters in your mug...
☕️Sharing our House Blend soon!
We Will be Accepting Orders!!!

Phases
06/07/2020

Phases

Written.
30/06/2020

Written.

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Lessons Learned In Life Inc.
17/06/2020

Lessons Learned In Life Inc.

COFFEE MATTERS
07/06/2020

COFFEE MATTERS

Lakbay Baguio
07/06/2020

Lakbay Baguio

A blessed Sunday Morning #BaguioCity

Lessons Learned In Life Inc.
06/06/2020

Lessons Learned In Life Inc.

Pim Feels
11/05/2020

Pim Feels

04/05/2020

Still looking forward to the brighter side of life... amidst the pandemic

04/05/2020
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Words
17/04/2020

Words

He will not fail you ✨

Clergy Coaching Network
15/04/2020

Clergy Coaching Network

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Death Wish Coffee Company
25/03/2020

Death Wish Coffee Company

Yeah that's not happening

Choose your color...
22/12/2019

Choose your color...

Sweatpants & Coffee
09/12/2019

Sweatpants & Coffee

You’ll find your way. 💙

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