Wednesday, August 2, 2017

2:44 p.m.
Was almost tempted to take a sip of the Coke that went together with my order of Chickenjoy with palabok in Jollibee at lunch earlier. We sat outside as the lunchtime crowd formed a veritable mass inside the restaurant. The noontime weather was steamy so I took off my white-speckled blue cardigan as I sat face to face with my newly sworn nemesis. Beads of condensation trickled down the transparent glass as excess bubbles from the fizz continued to skim the drink languidly, taunting me. You know the crunch from the chicharon in the palabok can only be washed down by the hiss of fizzling carbon, as does the crackle from the now-famous chicken skin. It’s the formula for a perfect marriage. People make endless swipes on Tinder when fried chicken and Coke—together—have cracked the code. Water is boring. Water disrespects the genius that is fat that is deep fried. Water is the enemy. You want to spit on the face of water except that’s gross because you are drinking it later.

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2 thoughts on “Wednesday, August 2, 2017

  1. Francis says:

    Very well said J. I am also going through the same battle. 7 days now without Coke. Water, even with lemon or honey just doesn’t do it. They say that it takes 21 days to develop or get rid of a habit. Let’s see.

    We’ve met before. St. Francis Shangrila. Hehe.

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