MAYDAY. MAYDAY.

I just had to, had to, had to, had to have a glass of cold milk-coffee. But we ran out of milk.

Being wonderfully persistent I refused to give up (I strongly believe that problems in the office entitle one to give up, really complex maths formula entitles one to give up, but I for one will never, ever give up on a quest to get a decent cup of coffee, be it cold or hot, black or white) and so I assembled this concoction. A concoction that resembled iced milk-coffee and tasted nice too, and being plain generous I'd share with you the recipe:

- A packet of Indocafe cappucino (when you don't have any milk at home, you'll have to make do with the fake cream found in Indocafe cappucino. I know it doesn't even taste like milk. Thank you.)
- Extra spoonfuls of Nescafe instant coffee (because the cappucino mixture isn't black enough to my liking)
- Extra sugar (you're gonna put some ice in this drink later so you really, really need extra sugar)

I mixed these up and put in some ice cubes and -- as I mentioned earlier, the resulting drink looked and tasted nice. I sipped happily, and sipped, and sipped, and finally it struck me: it was BAD. It tasted like medicine.

And the scary thing was I didn't even realize that, I couldn't even think straight, until a certain amount of coffee got in my brain cells.

I thought I was merely desperate.
But now I figure I must be a desperate addict.