It’s not true that I had nothing on. I had the radio on.

- Marilyn Monroe

Charmaine had been receiving tuition from a senior who had graduated for some time now, and their efforts had been going well, bringing her results to an all new high with his guidance. On this Wednesday, Jeremy had been late for thirty minutes now and it was very unusual of him to do so. Still, she stayed in her room with the air conditioning at 16 degrees to beat the heat outside her house, doing a few extra questions that wasn’t in her homework. After a while, her door knocked and she heard her mum letting him into the house.

Jeremy: ‘Hey Charmaine, sorry for being late. I had to get something before I come. And I have a new method to help you with some basic skills that we had not been focusing on.’

She pushed the chair opposite her with her feet for him to sit and he picked up the paper bag beside, taking out a small dildo with a suction cup at the base. Charmaine was dumbfounded as she never had such thoughts of him before, he was a respectable senior-cum-teacher, and he was very professional around her too. But today, her impression of him seemed to degrade a little with that move of his. Jeremy wasn’t any hunk nor had boyish looks, but he was attractive in the sense of his maturity. So perhaps his new technique might make a difference.

Jeremy went over to her side of the table and pulled her chair out, before grabbing her by the arm and lifting her up. He stuck a vibrating bullet into the toy and stuck the dildo on the plastic chair. He stood behind the chair and waited for her to respond.

Charmaine: ‘Are you sure?’

She was wearing a FBT shorts with a loose singlet that revealed her bra that was holding up her A cups. The back of the bra had a lacy design and her waist was visible from his position as well, reaching deep to her hips.

Jeremy: ‘You don’t have to remove your shorts. Just adjust it so you can side over it.’

Charmaine reluctantly went to the front of the chair and reached under her shorts to pull the panties and netting to the side, before she pointed her hips outwards to sit over the dildo. She had taken a while to put the dildo inside her as it was dry, but she managed to get it inside her with a gentle moan that turned her face red.

Once seated, Jeremy went back to his seat and held onto the controller under the table. He pushed an article he printed on some papers and let her read it. It was a plain English essay that was erotic in nature. With a new minor bumps with terms she never saw before, the rest of the piece was pretty easy, and so she continued on.

The vibrator turned on once she reached the part describing the sexual contact and her mind reacted to the vibration in her pussy and her mind, forcing details scenes that she could not turn away from. Her breathing increased in pace and she was gyrating the dildo as the male in the story began fucking the female lead. The vibrator reached the top speed and the tiny nub at her clit was pushing her towards an orgasm as she read out how the man cummed into the lady’s vagina, creaming her to the brim.

Charmaine’s body was sweaty and warm with the two-pronged attack. But she was still grinding that toy. Jeremy, smiled as she packed the sheets of paper together and placed it in front of him. He stood up and dropped his pants in a few strokes of undoing his belt and unzipping. The huge piece of meat sprang into life before her eyes and her hand reached for it immediately it stabilised. She kept stroking the throbbing penis as the vibrator buzzed away.

He picked her up from the chair in his arms like a new bride and laid her gently on her bed, before placing his dick at her mouth whilst standing. Char took the dick into her lips and gave the tip a taste test before sucking it. She had not much experience in it, but the concept of blowjobs and sex was not totally foreign. She moved as much as she could with him standing still and he did not take long before pulling it away from her.

As he proceeded to remove his pants from his ankle, she pulled the blanket over her body and removed her shorts beneath. Looking at him with an expression of a virgin, Jeremy was feeling an even stronger urge to have his student. He got into bed beside her and removed her bra, while keeping her singlet on. The buttoned shirt on him was slightly wet, but so was her singlet. The glimmer on her skin was more than just sweat. It had been pumping pheromones into the air and kept Jeremy advancing.

Charmaine: ‘Gently k?’

He nodded and lightly removed the blanket to the side. He then spread her legs apart and leaned over her, moving his groin forward to let his dick enter her. Charmaine’s eyes remained closed as his dick pierced into her soft folds, feeling her entrance open to his tip and then the gradual increasing length of his shaft filled her pussy up. His length was perfect for his and the girth did not hurt too much either. Once he stopped moving, the two of them paused momentarily to savour the connection and he lifted his upper body up.

Only thrusting his hips, his dick began the locomotive act of churning her tiny hole and she held his biceps in fear, with the mixture of pleasure and uncertainty flooding her body. As he kept moving, her legs wrapped around his butt and was unconsciously pushing him deeper and keeping him in longer. Jeremy was heaving in rhythm with his strokes and considered to be going slow. But in a few more thrusts, Charmaine’s grip shifted to his body and pulled him close as she felt a shiver and he felt her vaginal muscles squeezing.

A warm stream of juices leaked out of her pussy and it went down his balls, onto the bedsheets. He smiled to himself while sniffing her sensual scent of her hair and then brought his body back up. Placing her calves on his shoulder blade, he watched her eyes opened in awe of the extra ‘large’ sensation in her privates. He then held her thighs close to his wet body and began his vigorous thrusts into her pussy.

Her arms flipped to the bed frame and held on to it as the bed jerked, his dick slurping in and out of her raw pussy. The next orgasm made her let loose an endangering moan and he put an end of the blanket between her teeth, to let her hang on to the incoming waves of pleasure. The second orgasm did not end despite after some time, and her body was screaming in.. agony. It was an indescribable chain of feelings as the continuous climaxes made her weaker.

Jeremy knew the tightness of her pussy would be there for a while and so he kept going at his maximum speed, pushing his limits so he could cum while she was cumming. Charmaine snapped out of the daze after realising the risk he might shoot in her. She was suddenly empowered and flipped herself free from his firm grip and rolled away onto the floor.

Charmaine: ‘Sorry sorry! I didn’t know why I did that.’

Jeremy: ‘It’s okay. You didn’t expect this, and was not prepared either.’

Her body lay slumped on the cold floor and she sat up looking lost at him. He sat on the edge of the bed and picked his trousers up, tidying it to put it back on. She crawled towards him and went over to his dick, his legs still apart and dick twitching in sadness. Her mouth took his length and she forced her head down to the base, giving a little shake that sent him lying onto the bed.

She then worked whatever tricks she could come up with to satisfy the hot rod, using his inconsistent gasps as benchmark for her good progress. After a while, she removed her mouth and began a series of controlled deep breaths.

Charmaine: ‘Jeremy, can you help guide my mouth? As deep and as fast as you want.’

He sat upright, straightening his body and shifting his dick a little further outwards. She opened her mouth wide at his tip and he held onto her head with body hands, pulling her towards his dick that reached deep into her throat and he kept ramming her head against his groin, making only small thrusts forth and back to sink it even deeper. Her lips could barely kept themselves around his girth, as he kept sliding it in and out.

Groaning as softly as he could, his moment finally arrived to deliver and he shoved her head one last time down his shaft, before squiring his man juice down her throat that kept pumping like that’s no tomorrow. It took a good 30 seconds before he let go off her head and she pulled herself out until her lips pouted at the pee hole. After catching her breaths, she went down on it again, sucking his meat tube clean of any remnants and even licking the skin around.

She fell backwards against her palms and looked up to his exhausted face. She put on a clean pair of grey FBTs and went back to the dildo that was still on the chair, sitting over it and went on to do her work quietly, grinding against the toy to keep herself focused. The controller dangled on the floor and the buzzing sound was barely audible.

Charmaine: ‘Shall we continue?’

He did not had the looks nor the money, but he did one thing right that resulted in more man juices to be extracted.

As I stood in line to get my lunch along the quiet streets of Geylang, a couple was hugging intimately in front of me. Well, a guy’s urge can come anytime right? I didn’t pay much attention to what they were doing but couldn’t keep my eyes away from the tight tube floral dress she was wearing. The small portion of that flowery tattoo, partly hidden by her blond highlighted hair. How much I wanted to see the rest of the ink work.

The queue shortened by one customer and they took a step forward, one that the girl failed to make. Her knees gave way and she collapsed onto the rough concrete ground, half-rescued by the guy who tried to catch her. The rest of the customers stared at the commotion as the girl tried to pick herself up to no avail.

The guy then let her sit on the floor and reached for the bunch of keys dangling from the belt, clicking on a car key. After which, the girl managed to stand on her feet as though the flow of electricity had stopped tormenting her. Of course, I had recognised the remote control, it was tethered to a wireless toy.

She stood back in line with her hair shifted to the front, covering her embarrassed situation. They murmured in mandarin and placed their orders soon. Acting a little blur, I did not move forward but pretended to click on my phone, taking the opportunity to admire her legs.

Well, the shimmer of a wet trail down to her heels had completed the story in my head. They disappeared into a car parked illegally by the exit to the one way street and went on to arrange the messy interior.

Just as I thought that was the last of them, I happened to bump into their car on the shortcut path to the restaurant. The car was motionless, but both the seats in front had their backrests lowered. A pair of legs with heels rested on the dashboard, jerking in small movements. I intentionally walked closer and saw the two of them masturbating each other. The guy’s hand between her legs under the disgruntled dress and her hand stroking his dick sticking out of the zippers.

What a sight to catch under bright daylight! It’s Geylang after all. I guess I haven’t saw those who fucked in the bushes yet. Lucky or not? I shall let you guys decide.

Jaslin woke up from her sleep at her boyfriend’s place and seeing that he had left for work, she walked into his kitchen and took a can of cold beer to enjoy. At the same time, she returned to the room and pulled her lacy white G-string up her legs and slipped her white dress back on, going braless like how she arrived at his place the previous night. Taking her clutch and iPad, she left his place and continued sipping on the beer, while texting her boyfriend with one hand.

As she walked down the stairs to the elevator, she felt a load of liquid getting force out of her pussy with every part of her legs down the steps. The lift was right at that floor and she stepped in, trying to make sense of what happened last night. The goo kept flowing to a point her underwear was soaked and single droplets was leaking down her legs.

Jaslin (SMS): ‘Boyfie, did you had a good time last night? What happened?’

Boyfriend (SMS): ‘We had sex. That’s all. I came a few times and you were quite sleepy. We had fun!’

She did not reply her last message and kept on her path for home. The bus came and she hopped on the empty bus, not intending to sit as she was only a few stops away from home. A Whatsapp message appeared with an unknown number introducing himself, Jaslin did not reply but read his messages. He was merely a random stranger to her. Until he sent a video clip.

She downloaded it and made sure to silent her phone before playing the clip, which showed her lying on the bed unconscious and an unfamiliar male body went to her, and raised her legs to her chest before giving her a good pounding. The camera was shaky and blur from the constant shifting, but her face was clear. Tears swelled up in her eyes but she managed to get off at her stop and hastily got home to watch the video with sound.

The stranger changed from missionary to doggie and was laughing and joking while he was fucking her lifeless body. It went on for a good five minutes before he froze and groaned as he screamed ‘firing!’, presumingly shooting his cum into her. Jaslin could not believe her eyes and was about to call the police before the next scene made her more confused.

That stranger and her own boyfriend arranged her body in a seating position and placed a dildo in her hands, before she watched herself spreading her pussy lips, and dipping the toy inside. She did not recognise herself being the slut in the video, fucking herself so wildly. The cum was still leaking out of her pussy and she cleaned it up as soon as she went into her room.

The video’s sound was distorted, and she then saw her boyfriend standing on the bed with his hips at her head and began thrusting his hips forth. She did not understand how she did it since blowjob was not her favourite move. Her hand kept ramming the dildo into herself as he moved, choking occasionally but was enjoying the process.

As she wiped the non-stopping flow of white cum away from her pussy, she found herself wet and slightly turned on. She was watching a video of herself, in a dark side she never knew existed. Her fingers found their way into her pussy and she gently caressed herself as her eyes stayed glued to the clip.

Her boyfriend moved away from her to her feet and pulled her body down onto the bed, before raising one of her legs and then sinking his dick into her, and going violently to fuck the life out of her body. She identified the moaning voice to be hers and her fingers went even quicker. She let the phone drop on her bed while listening to the sounds coming from it and laid on the bed. She spread her legs wider and managed to push her fingers deeper.

Quickly, she grabbed the phone and hit the camera app, going into video mode and placing it at the far end of the bed, aimed at her opened legs. She took out her cum-soaked fingers and sucked on them while her other hand took over, rubbing her clit at an increasing speed. Once her fingers were cleaned, she took her favourite slim vibrator from under her pillow and let it glide into her privates, this time, she was sane and truly enjoying the slutty side of her mind.

The toy slurped viciously as her body trembled into an orgasm and the clear juices diluted the sticky cum that was in her. She flipped around on her fours and reached backwards for the toy, before imagining her boyfriend and the unknown guy behind, fucking her in place of the unsatisfactory toy that was pumping into her. Her body convulsed as the video gave out a loud scream, at the same time an orgasm was forced into her mind and she collapsed on the bed, catching her breath desperately.

Jaslin (Whatsapp): ‘Who is this? Can you please not spread the video around?’

Man (Whatsapp): ‘Sure. If you know what to do.’

The rest of the conversation was history as the two strangers met up and enjoyed the intense session as depicted in the video that was a total pleasure, all the while behind her boyfriend’s back, cheating on him with a trusted threesome buddy.

Jenny had finally bought herself a set of gym outfit to motivate herself to exercise and she felt great when she put it on at home. A set of red black sports bra, that held her firm C cups in place. And pulling the skin tight shorts up her legs felt even better without the annoying panties in the way. She turned around in front of her mirror and noticed the cameltoe that was showing. She had a very small slit for her private parts and thus she did not think much of it since it would even be harder to tell in black colour.

She skipped giving it a wash and once she was done feeling comfortable in it, she left her house in the exact outfit, sports bra and tights that reached her upper thighs, she already felt slimmer in it. She closed the door and went to the nearby park for her maiden run in years. It had been a long time since she exercised, in fact, since JC times. She only watched her diet and after some time, the slow accumulating calories caught up and gave her a little flab.

Jenny began running around the park after she put on her headphones and the air was specially fresher that night. About two more guys had noticed and they ran behind her, strangers to each other. Their eyes were fixed on her slim waist and soaking tights, glimmering with a slight reflection off the material. Suddenly, she tripped over to avoid a branch and fell, scraping the shorts against the tar ground and a tear appeared at her butt area.

One of the guys stopped to pick her up and they made a little chat while she rested, tending to the cut at her knees. They sat at the bench under some low lying trees and she turned away from him so she could put her legs on the bench to look at her wounds. The man knew her cameltoe would be obvious and thus did not try anything funny. As the cold breezes brushed against her skin, he knew his bulge would not go away until he was done.

He got up, and hastily grabbed her short ponytail, dragging her by her head into the bushes. A punch across her cheeks was sufficient to let her know she should not make a noise and he went to tear the brand new shorts into pieces. Seated sideways on the dirty leaves covered ground, she could taste the blood in her mouth. But her mind knew she could not win him. That was one of the implications when she missed exercises. He pulled his A-skins running tights down just enough to expose his dick and went to Jenny, who was watching in fear. He flipped her to her back and pushed her against the ground, pressing her face hard against the rocky ground.

Man: ‘If you make a noise, I will make sure your pretty face disappears.’

She knew he could do it easily. She felt her legs being forced open and followed by the man’s weight on her butt, his legs shut together between hers. His hand left her head and went to pry her ass cheeks open like a durian, just enough for him to spit some saliva on her slit and then his dick touched.

Jenny flipped in fear and the man held her face onto the ground, reminding her about who was calling the shots.

Man (whispering): ‘Since you want to keep my hands busy, I will have to ask you to raise your hips.’

She raised her hips like a squirming worm and he rammed a few times into her pussy, missing the first few strokes and finally stopped by her slit. He popped one side of her earpiece into her ear and forced it a little too hard till it hurt. He continued pushing his way into her pussy and finally got himself in place. Her body was rejecting him but instead, it made her pussy tighter. The man did not risk wasting any time and went on to hump her fast, like how bunnies did it.

On the contrary, he was forcing himself to cum quickly and therefore held nothing back as he pounded on her fleshy soft butt, trying his best to keep his groans soft. Her hips had rose even higher to reduce the pain from the awkward direction he was fucking her in. And in no time, she was turned on to the max as well. Her fingers dug into the soil as she tried not to acknowledge the orgasm that was coming. Nonetheless, there was no hiding from it.

A sensation of vacuum and a tight seal around his dick alerted him and he thrashed into her even fiercer, until he paused momentarily while his dick blew the unjustifiable load into her sore pussy. Before he was even halfway done, he pulled out of her and got on his feet, spraying the last few waves of cum over her body and face. A loud piak sound was her cue that he was done dressing and he took off as fast as he could.

Despite her efforts, she could not see well in the dark and the man disappeared. Jenny ended her sobbing as quickly as possible and took out her mp3 player to check at the time. She was about five minutes away from her place, and it was only at 2am before she made a dash home, without any shorts, and a trail of dried cum was all that’s left on her legs when she hit the shower.

Disgusted by what just happened, Jenny spent the night crying and had no one to talk to. She wasn’t even sure if anyone should know about this. Getting the morning-after-pills was the first visit to the doctor in years, and it was for an undeserved cause.

Ms. Ng: ‘Good job class. Well done for the semester. I have a little token for the class for passing all the exams. No one failed.’

The class applauded loudly and she went around to give out the presents individually, presenting cards she wrote the night before for everyone in her class. When she reached Harnold, she flipped through the cards and could not find his. So she asked him to look for her at the CCA room as she might have left it there.

Lessons ended for the semester and the next few days would be field trips around the island as post-exams events. Harnold went to the room and saw Jun How there too, along with Jason, the lower secondary boy. After they got seated in the sofa at the room, Ms. Ng finished up her work with some documents and stood at the table, leaning her butt against it. Soft vocal music was playing on her phone that was on the table.

Ms. Ng: ‘Guys, I don’t have enough cards for you, instead, I will do something special for the three of you. Keep it between us k?’

She pulled away her black cardigan off her shoulders, dropping it into a pile. She then lowered her thigh length short skirt and wriggled it down her long slim legs , since she possessed the figure, no teachers made noise about how sexy she was in despite the simple outfit. The straps of her spaghetti top dangled on her thin arms, and she pushed it towards her waist, down her barely thick hips, until it was at her ankles.

Jun How was new to this and he still did not understand what was happening. He was in the same batch as Harnold, and knew him as a hi-bye friend. But this was something he never imagined. Her boobs stayed firmed in the bra and she finally unhooked the strapless black bra with the clip at her cleavage and matching panties landed lightly onto the ground before she stepped out of it. Standing stark naked in front of the boys. She kept the heels on as it made her looked tall and sexy in it.

Ms. Ng then walked around the sofa they sat at, doing a spin after stopping before them. She kneeled on the floor in front of Harnold who was in the middle, and reached both her hands to the groin area of the pants of the other two boys. Harnold undid his pants and let his cock stand out in full glory, the other two boys taking a while to do the same as well. Her head then went down over his rock hard dick and sucked on it, while stroking the other two dicks in her hands.

They could tell she was horny as well from the moans and eagerness to get the guys ready, after all, she was a woman and needed her reward as well. The guys kept shifting their bodies as her hands and mouth warmed them up. Harnold then swapped places with Jun How and he took the blowjob slightly less well. His hips thrusted involuntarily into her mouth at times and his urge arrived faster. Just as he signalled to his teacher he was about to cum, she stopped and asked Jason to sit in the middle. He changed his place but she did not tease his dick with any more handjobs.

Jason who was smaller in size at both his build and dick, could withstand her blowjob better and she could deep throat him too. But with her tongue roaming around the head, Jason found it too stimulating to cum. After the three dicks were hard and wet, Harnold was asked to go first.

Ms. Ng: ‘Harnold, you want to go first?’

She was still in front of Jason, so she crawled over to Jun How and climbed onto the sofa, right over Jun How’s mouth. He took her nipples in his mouth and sucked on them like a baby. Her boobs stayed firm and round above him and did not suffocate him. He buried his face a few times while Harnold went behind her and did his business.

He stroked his dick a few more times and pushed his way into her dripping pussy, giving her a shocking gasp as he entered into her love hole.

Ms. Ng: ‘Jason, go to the back of the sofa.’

He did as told and she placed her mouth over his dick again, but did not move. Harnold began thrusting his meat into her and her body jerked forth and back, delivering an automated mouth fuck to Jason who held her head in position. He could even push her jaws closer, feeling a bit of her teeth as well. Harnold kept groaning at her tightness and Ms. Ng barely made any noise with the dick at her throat.

Ms. Ng: ‘Jun How, you’re next.’

He managed to squirm out under her boobs and went to where Harnold was, watching him thrash her pussy violently with his hips. Right before he cummed, he pulled out and sat at the available space on the couch and admired his two friends enjoy the mature body. Jun How, who was closer to cumming, really put in all his energy to fuck his female horny teacher and drove his dick so hard her knees weakened and slid a little downwards. Her mouth let go off Jason and bit into the leather to cloak her screams of agony. Her pussy tightened to a point Jun How could not pull out but kept going, until his dick gave in and shot his load inside her, until it leaked out a little.

Guilt immediately overwhelmed him and he put on his pants. Ms. Ng knew he was done giving her the reward and politely asked him to leave while still recovering from the orgasm. Jason gave her a grin and went to her ass, before taking his turn to fuck her. Harnold went to her mouth and forced his dick into her, right down her throat with his size. She choked but did not stop.

Although Jason was small built, he too gave his all to ram into her slit and at the same time reached for her boobs to squeeze them. His dick was not bigger than the two older guys but his speed was way faster than any of them. Ms. Ng’s second orgasm hit her hard and she felt Jason getting bigger inside. The harder he pounded, the deeper Harnold’s dick went into her mouth.

Within minutes, Jason went faster than she thought possible and kept going as his sperms exited his rod, pushing them as deep as his dick could reach, until it overflowed with the double servings of cum. Jason was done too, and he took his belongings after wearing his pants back.

Harnold was barely holding out, drenched in sweat in the air conditioned room. He went back to the sofa and sat on it with his legs wide opened. Ms. Ng got on top of him and lowered her soft pussy flesh over him, and began riding. Her butt did hit his hips hard, but it was more of a soft, hard pounding his thighs got. She cleverly squeezed hard with every down stroke and was literally pumping his super soaker with immense pleasure.

Harnold: ‘Ms. Ng.. I cant.. ‘

She lifted herself even higher and changed her slamming to a grinding, moving her hips in a scooping motion, against his groin. Her pussy tightened for the last time, and it was an orgasm approaching. The cum-filled pussy of hers was so wet she had no problem getting to the speed she enjoyed.

Harnold held her hips tightly and took over the work, thrusting his hips upwards against her pussy at high speed, until the nanosecond came where the triggered was pulled. Ms. Ng rose her hips till only his little head was inside, and squeezed her vaginal muscles so hard and slowly slid back down.

He hugged her tightly as he fired his load into her lovely body and she held him in her embrace too, feeling how his precious juices filled her up with warmth and love. She clamped his dick with a seal and pulled away from him, keeping all the little sperms safe inside. She quickly went back to her clothes and put on the panties first, before sitting on the table and spreading her legs opened, savouring the moment when she relaxed and the panties forming a patch of sticky wetness.

The two of them dressed each other up and they stayed in the room for a while more before leaving for home. She had left a note in his bag while he was at the toilet, saying how much she enjoyed the times with him and watching him progressed. Harnold couldn’t resist running through the memories that day and went into his toilet for another round of self-pleasuring to empty his balls for the day.

Well, now I understand how writing can lose its touch when left alone for too long. I haven’t been writing for a week and it has been quite difficult to recreate scenes that flow smoothly. I know my posts have been appearing on schedule, but as a guy, I do have more fantasies and recounts than just three times a week. So, I must make it a point to write at least once every two days.

A few of you have been looking for Elise’s photos and I regret to tell you that she has decided not to post anymore photos on my site. I do know of the actual reason, but I think it should be at her discretion to supply pictures and remain active. For now, we will not be seeing photos of her. Hopefully it will be a temporary decision on her side.

Now, the actual topic I want to talk about. And it is related to coffee! I hope I don’t offend any coffee lovers or haters, since it would redefine ‘good coffee’.

For some of us, the search for good coffee is a life long process. We have learned to appreciate coffee in its original form, unmilked, unsweetened. Personally, I don’t mind espresso, but it can get too strong for my tastebuds. So I would go for long black. How a cup of coffee is made is pretty straightforward. Most of us know it by an espresso machine. Pushing 8 bars pressure of water through a packed form of coffee grounds.

So, what defines a good cup of coffee? I bet many of us know it through the grounds used, the calibration of the machine, the steep time, the water quality, etc – all the controllable aspects. But what if I say it is none of the above? Manual pressed coffee can be good, although conventional methods still relate to espresso methods – pressure through coffee grounds.

If you are one of those who goes for skill in making coffee, or the brand of the espresso machine, you are on the right track, and what I am going to write, will bring you to the next level. And it is not about the ambience, temperature, or any external factor. Enjoying a coffee takes more than your five senses, it is what I learnt from drinking enough coffee. Oh, don’t ask me how much is enough.

Letting your ‘best’ impression of coffee compare against the cup of coffee you are having totally ruins the intention of the barista. He is not there to be judged, nor is the machine he used, or the grounds. It’s actually simpler than you think.

If you can enjoy every cup of coffee you drink, I will salute you. Because every cup has its own characteristic! And your tongue, why does it seem to be able to tell bitterness when others can’t? Is it the coffee? Or just you? Every cup of coffee I make, taste different. Emotions do infect, and I won’t deny that. While you are flooding your brains with caffeine on the search for good coffee, you are not drinking coffee, you are judging it. And who are you to judge when you don’t know how to make them?

Whatever you taste in that cup, it is a reflection of what you feel. Sure, some are bitter enough to spasm your face, but it simply means that your tongue is not ready for what goes through your body. But your heart is.

I realised that there is no ideal coffee, so, stop comparing. A long queue doesn’t mean it’s good. Start by tasting the coffee with the tip of your tongue, then your mouth (swirling it in a small gargle), then your stomach (feel it going down and locate your stomach), then your heart. Try to hear what it is trying to tell you. Is the bitter justifiable to what happened at work? And does the disappearance of the bitterness tell you that things will get better? So why is the coffee not bitter? Are you feeling calm and well?

That sums up what I want to say, more or less. Good coffee can be found in every cup, or should I say, every cup of coffee has its own goodness. If you can find it, you are a good drinker.

Often hungry, there has to be a way to curb my appetite. And there is no other way around that, except to have good food. In most cases, quantity will solve the problem, but for diet control and hunger management, the one and only sure work way is good food.

By good food, it meant proper preparation by hygienic kitchen, carefully selected ingredients and skilled cooking. As easy as it may sound to just dine at a posh restaurant, it is the composition that is critical to eating. Since a long time ago, apart from ingredients I cannot get locally, the rest of the food will be prepared from scratch. Garlic – not the pre-peeled packet kind, fish – not the frozen kind, bread – as fresh as it can be, and many more.

Deep fried food can be healthy, when you prepare the dish and knows what goes into it. Often, it will be insufficient marinate, or shortage of saltiness. But hey, you are experiencing ‘less is more’. Less salt, less oil, cleaner feel, better appreciation of the meat (in the case of fried chicken wings).

Above is garlic bread, made by spreading butter, frying a bit of chopped garlic on a pan and flipping the bread over it. Seasoned with salt and pepper. Mushrooms are sliced and stir-fried in a bit of leftover deep fry oil. That’s all. Night snack complete.