This post is dedicated to a former Barista at Starbucks Plaza Massalam.

Yes, you, the one who always know what I'm going to order, but sometimes messes it up anyway.

I'm recording our last conversation while it's still fresh in my mind.

You: Espresso Frappe?
Me : Iced Americano please *smirk*
You: *to your friend* aaghhh dah tukar malu malu
Me: *cackle*
You: Size?
Me: Grande.
You: *goes to scribble on that transparent cup and comes back*
Me: Espresso Frappe.
You: ...xD *to your friend* dia datang ngan ayah hari ni *to me* Venti no whipped cream? :D
Me: Yes *laughing*
You: twenty-two 5 cents
Me: *gives money*
You: Starbucks card? :D

You took my starbucks card and proceeded to stamp it. Thrice.

You: Last day hari ni. Kira hadiah la satu *heehee*
Me: Aw, thank you :)

I took a peek at your nametag. Your name is Khairil. You're not wearing another guy's shirt I hope? teehee.

Wishing you all the best in life, Khairil. I wanted to snap a picture and run off, but that would be rude of me.

Oh well ;) *waves* Thanks for making my coffee today on your last day.







My first ever cupcake devouring was on this day ;D

She said take it slow :*