I think most people my age (1992-er) had already started drinking coffee years ago when they were in secondary school, desperately trying to keep themselves awake for exam cramming purposes. Or some just drink it because they’re already addicted to the caffeine.
Unlike them, I have yet to drink coffee on a regular basis. The last time I touched coffee was almost ten years ago when I was ten. It was during an outdoor camp, OBS the mini version.
It was a 3D2N camp, in the morning after our morning exercise we have breakfast. Of course, for a camp whose participants consist of kids below the age of 12, you’d think they would serve Milo instead. But no, they served Nescafe. And when I complained to the instructors about it, they gave me the reason of ‘it is easier to wake us up with coffee than Milo’. Man, I was so pissed.
And you know what’s the stupidest part, the next year when I visited the camp, they served Milo. Babi dao~!
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So this is my coffee story
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