Betterer

I’m still croaking, but could lose the hissing.

Trev called and was happy that ‘I sound better’. It tells much about how bad I was sounding just two days back when I spoke to him- doesn’t it?

Also, the kitten seems to be at ease with me again, even when I am caught in those annoying uncontrollable bouts of coughs that leave me red in the face and breathless. It’s still painful, but at least when I’m done- I’m not finding the kitten looking at me with surprised wide open eyes or hiding under the sofa set, distressed. Butter menthols are my friend. They help the control the coughs when they hit.

In other news, the V8 did not taste as nice last night and this morning the coffee was not as bad.

I must be getting better.

Fluland

The recent illness has seriously altered my tastebuds.

The juice I like best these days is the V8 carrot, ginger and apple. I think it’s the best juice ever invented by the humankind. I wrinkle my nose every time I hear of the combination- but the taste makes up for it. It’s yumyumyummy!

For lunch and dinner- all I want now is tomatoes. No rice, no bread, no meat, no fish, no other veggie- just tomatoes. So Crazy- being the good man that he is- has been getting me things with tomato in it. Like tomato soup- minestrones are good too; and that’s what I have been having- as meals, and that’s what he has been having too. Even though he’s not as sick- and his tastebuds are not acting as weird.

I tell you, if this is not love- I don’t know what is.

Also… aren’t Turkish Delights the greatest little things in the whole universe? I wonder why it never seemed so good to me before I got ill. Yum! I think I can live on Turkish Delights for the rest of my LIFE… considering this sick thing is lasting a lifetime, I’m not really exaggerating I guess.

Coffee still tastes like Penicillin syrup- I never thought I’d have to see this day when I’d choose V8 over coffee… and have coffee only once a day just so I don’t get that annoying withdrawal headache we coffee addicts are so familiar with!

It’s the doper in me talking. OMG! She’s real, she exists!

In other news, I’m still sick. I’m at work today and drinking my obligatory mug of morning coffee. And yes, it does still taste like Penicillin syrup and makes me want to spit it out.

Has this ‘flu’ thing made me even weirder than I usually am?

Croaking right at ya!

It’s good that you cannot hear me today… I mean it in the most literal sense, of course.

You know why? Well… because I’m croaking today. Really CROAKING!

Yes, like a frog!!

I woke up this morning feeling like someone has rubbed my throat with sandpaper while I slept. If it was on me I’d go back to sleep and not wake up for a WEEK.

A WEEK!

But of course- let’s be realistic, a girl needs to work… and this girl had left thousands of pending stuff at work the day before, so she thought better of it and came to work anyway. She was late by an hour though. But hearing her croak, I bet no one can hold it against her today. *No more third persom talking, please. Thank you*.

Not even the coffee shop girl. You see when she asked me ‘What would you like?’ and I said ‘Latte’… it came out very much like a ‘croagle’ (croaky gargle)- she was immediately struck by some sort of sympathy and went- ‘Sure darl, latte with no sugar?’

I shook my head. Affirmative.

Wheee… That was easy! ’I can has my latte!!!!’ Thank you, coffee shop girl! You rock!

So yea- I’m at work. Trying my luck in keeping the talking stuff to the minimum, sipping my latte and cursing the phone in very crudely (in my head) every time it rings!

Sheesh… Please. Stop. Ringing!

‘Herro.. thirrrish Rarerrr’

Not everyone is as intuitive as the coffee shop girl, you know?

The Unthought and the Unacted

Coffee and Milk, originally uploaded by Chaval Brasil.

Windy and rainy Melbourne morning… looked quite sad, to tell you the truth.

I looked behind over my shoulders through my living room window from outside- the white outline of a sleepy blue-eyed kitten watching me go to work.

That made the whole morning tenfold sadder.

Life goes on. I keep walking deep into the sad and gloomy morning- with raindrops and fog for company- ignoring the blue-eyes. I do have my priorities all wrong, don’t I?

Do I, really?

Then- coffee at Collins: a changed face- a different smile- where has that old coffee shop girl gone? I don’t ask, I just wonder. So many things are not worth our time. Time is precious after all. I wonder anyway though.

You don’t voice out everything your mind wonders on, after all. Just like you don’t ‘act on’ everything your instincts tell you to- so for the third time in 3 hours I stop myself from asking-

‘Should I have stayed home today?’

PS: I have removed the previous photo to honour the wishes of the owner of the photo. I love this new photo too. Pretty, no?

Sanity Medicine

This morning was 3 degrees (Celsius, I don’t do Fahrenheit- especially not on mornings). Thank you, Universe, for effing up my mind bad enough and consequently cruelly ‘waking me up’ before even the first coffee of the day.

Thank you! Not!

I still got the coffee from Collins though, to have something warm to hold in my otherwise frozen palms.

The Coffee Addicts’ Tale

Yesterday on my walk during the lunch hour with Pekky and Sally down through the roadside shops of the area- we found a shop with wonderful coffee smell coming from it. Pekky is no fan of coffee- but Sally and I are ‘fans’, to put it very (very) mildly.

So we go in to answer the calls of our… err…. nostrils. And Pekky? We drag her in, too.

Majority rules, after all…. Isn’t it great that 2 is greater than 1? LOL!

Okay, back to the story: the shopkeeper was a little too sleazy for our comfort- but the coffee? Very nice! Ummmmm….

Are we going back to the shop for our lunchtime cuppa today? Yes? Despite the sleazy-pants? Err… do I really need to answer to this question?

No? Good.

my Einstein hair day

You know how I sometimes say that you can guess the weather outside by looking at my hair? I’m having a really really really bad hair day today. What does it tell you about the weather?

You are exactly right if you guessed something around ‘bad’.

Its effing 6 degrees this morning! I was awake even before getting on the tram! Now, THAT’s something!! Wow… that’s even before the first coffee!

The chill hit me RIGHT ON THE FACE! Now, that’s cruel! Noffair!!

Gowd, Melbourne is freezing! And much worse is yet to come. Nooo! I don’t do winter! Someone please please please please make it right! *whine*

Much that I respect Albert Einstein; I wouldn’t like my hair to look like his. No offense please, I have always admitted to being hugely superficial! Obviously that is no excuse for my… err.. ill-manner. But that’s my only excuse and I’m sticking to it!

Now, where’s my coffee?

one random monday morning…

Mornings are not my thing; and Monday mornings are the worst.

I admit they have their moments- like watching out of the train window to see the Melbourne Aquarium big blue abstract fish sculpture in the morning fog; or those pretty pigeons all over the pavements of York street on my walk to work from the tram stop; or the glamorous shining Yarra river catching the first rays of sunlight… but those moments are…. err… momentary- shall I say?

I realize my head is groggily empty on mornings in general- devoid of any creativity whatsoever. If I’m dreaming or thinking of anything during my morning commute- it’s at best of… well.. ‘coffee’?! Yes, THAT’S the extent of my creativity in the mornings! In fact, my mind is not even coherent enough to think of ‘coffee’. Not in so many words- at least… rather it focuses on how it hates to be awake, dressed up in formals and uncomfortable women’s shoes… and that bitter-strong- heaven smelling thing (which is probably called coffee by the non-groggy community) makes it feel sane… so it craves for some form of sanity/ clarity which can be bought with $3 on Collins Street!

Duh!

Aren’t you glad you are NOT ‘the Mauzza’; especially ‘the-Mauzza on Monday mornings’?

I bet you are! And by some remote chance if your morning sentiments are as pathetic as are mine- a piece of advice for you:

Focus on the pigeons, my fellow unfortunate Earthlings…. or monkeys, if they work for you better. Categorize it as ‘positive thinking’. Positive thinking helps. I’m not exactly sure how, but I insist that they do!

Now Chillax and the day will pass! *runs to the coffee machine*

argh… mondays!!

I am a little flu-ey since yesterday; and it feels GREAT! Okay, that was sarcasm.. I thought a clarification was needed in case it sounded ‘genuine’.

If today follows the same suit as yesterday, then I’ll get better as the day proceeds. About yesterday- I woke up with a numb headache, not migraine, but the numb and annoying kind. My first instinct was to run to the kitchen to make myself ONE BIG MUG of cuppa.. or TWO… or THREE. I think the reaction can be ‘coded’ as ‘Panic’. I have had too many chapters of spoils in the past due to bad headaches to ‘not’ to panic.

Anyhow.

It de-clogged my mind somewhat, the coffee, but the headache stayed till the evening. THANKS FOR RUINING MY SUNDAY!

Boo-effing-Hoo!!

The difference between yesterday and today is, though, I work today. I NEED this headache gone.. and I am cursing Melbourne weather for causing it in the first place! 15c, 30c and 27c in the last 3 days… and then 12c today… you know the middle name!! It’s ‘Fluctuation’!!!

And you think Mondays cannot get any worse? Think again.

welcome to my saturday morning!

Saturday morning. I’m sitting in my living room flooded with beautiful sunshine while drinking coffee- one mug after another- with the kitten at my side. That is when the kitten suddenly realized my hair is not smelling of ‘Sherkhan the Great’ (in his high nasal standard, of course)- and instead it is smelling of the Garnier Creme Shampoo… which, in feline standards, is obviously a foul smell and is definitely inferior to the greatest smell of the world (by which he means his own smell).

It’s a feline thing- as some of you cat-humans will know

Anyways, as I was saying- so he jumps on my head and grooms it for 15 minutes- holding a bunch of hair at a time and biting it from the root to the end. It has not been a silent uninterrupted string of 15 minutes of course. Time to time, you’d hear me say- ‘Shera, claws IN!!‘… and time to time you’d hear him say ‘Meeerchup‘… probably telling me not to fuss when he is at work for the greater Mankind; very important work, of course- eliminating foul smelling alien smell- no less!

Now that he is satisfied with his work, he’s curled up on my lap- for one of his many catnaps of the day.

Cats are funny.