Hot milk tea on a sunny yet still cold spring morning! I do mine with extremely hot water, english breakfast tea, heaps of creamer (coffee mate is love!), and brown sugar.
I love how it doesn't make my heart palpitate like coffee does. I love how the mild tea flavor combines with cream - tastes like magic! These raves are all coming from someone who can't drink coffee :p
Flashback to 2008 in Zurich... Paul the African (?) BA asked me to join him for tea. We went to the cafe, he ordered for tea, and put in in tons of milk in his cup. You can't even find a trace of tea in there! He probably saw me looking at his cup. He said, "Hey, this is the way I like my tea, ok? I like it milky!" Hahaha sure, Paul! Whatever works for you!
Speaking of Paul, I also fondly remember some comedic stories with him! Like that time when we were tasked, more like punished, to test results for a project. The results were in spreadsheets that span about 3 meters when printed - this is just for one test case. There are about a hundred (?) tests! He managed to escape all that by saying, "I ain't doin' that! I have bad eyes!" (he's squint-eyed). Smooth!
And that time when we went to Mc Do for lunch. We had to ride the bus but we both forgot our transport passes in our desks. Too late to go back, we rode the bus anyway, and hoped that no random inspector will hop in. It's just one stop anyway! Yes, irresponsible (and may I just add, young?). No excuses! I sat down in the bus. He looked at me in disbelief, scared too like we were fugitives, "what are you doin' sittin' down there? You don' even have a pass! Stand up here!" Hahaha kapal nga naman ng mukha ni ateng! Uupo pa!
Memories!
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