a cup of hot latte

sitting on an empty corner table
holding my hot cup of milk coffee
never minding the flurry of people
fighting against the buzz of voices around
the sweet aroma coming from my cup
mixed with the unmistakable scent
of cigarette puffs from different mouths
make up the fragance of the area around
giving the surrounding a blank gaze
watching the 'scraper lights turn on and die out
savoring the occassional breeze
of the warm and fuzzy night
i take a sip of my latte
with a lighted cigarette on my other hand
i screamed as the coffee touched my tongue
ang init pa pala...
t@#%-&nang yan!!!