Cafe Nomads

04/07/2025

Some Nomads playing some good ol' CEDH Friday Night Magic at NPC Cafe!! Come join on the next friday!!

19/06/2025

Join us on Friday for a fun game of Magic the Gathering!

Our usual formats is commander, and we have standard decks for beginners to try out!

13/06/2025

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How to beat blue. 🤣

08/06/2025

Weekend play session

07/06/2025

When Tayam be picking up wins left and right and walks into the heavy blue meta be like: “I fear no blue... but blue fears me.”

We bow to Lorenzo, king of the grind, winning through stacks, stax, and disbelief.

06/06/2025

Meet some of the commanders behind the chaos, the core of our cEDH battles. From turn-one plays to stack wars; these silhouette commanders of our players have stories to unfold. ⚔️💥



Playmat designs by Gen Chaps Kevin Jordan

04/06/2025

Me kapag may nag counter ng win con ko

Starbucks LOST a "Loyal" Customer Today!

Starbucks has always been my go-to place to relax, read, get some work done, and enjoy a good cup of coffee. I’d almost call myself a "loyal" customer. I said "almost" because I also regularly go to Bo's Coffee.

But today was the first time I left Starbucks disappointed.

I ordered a Grande Café Americano and a Cinnamon Danish, planning to stay awhile and read. The queue wasn’t too long. When it was my turn, the barista asked for my name (as usual) and wrote it on the cup.

When he set the cup down, I saw it read “Jade.” I corrected him, saying it should be “JP.” No apology, he crumpled the cup and grabbed a new one. I even spelled out the initials: It's JP, J for Juliet and P for Papa, JP.

After that, I handed over a ₱1,000 bill for the payment. He asked if I had a smaller bill. I didn’t, but I offered to get the change later since I’d be staying there anyway. He “borrowed” my receipt (perhaps as a reminder) but ended up giving me the change right then. And yet, he still kept the receipt with him.

I waited for my order. A few minutes passed, and I heard a barista call out in an unpleasant tone: “Café Americano for JC!”

I didn’t react. It wasn’t my name. I assumed someone else had a similar order. But after several more minutes and the addition of a Cinnamon Danish to the tray, I started to wonder. Still, “JC” was being called, repeatedly and coldly, with no one stepping up.

That’s when I realized: they meant me.

Frustrated and disappointed, I decided to walk out without claiming my order. It’s been about 30 minutes now. I imagine they’re still calling out “JC” for an order that’s probably headed to the garbage can soon.

Sorry, . Today, you lost a customer.