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(Sicilian proverb) |
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I've been so busy lately. Marking, preparing lectures, exams, writing a paper, coming home late (and loving every minute of it, saying this just in case you thought I was winging). Saturday is the day I devote to some recipe making, for my family, trying to indulge them, making up some new recipes that they might like. Pizza, vegie-burgers, white chocolate (or should I say cashew slice with no coco in it lol). Sunday is our exercise day, we go to the pool. And, hunt for boxes! Next time, farmer's market, which seems like a best way to celbrate mum's day. And, I will have some fun looking for a particular mum with a 4-month boy, will I recognize her if she turns up there? I like mysteries... 15th May, 2008 I would like to tell a little story: "How I
kicked my coffee habit"
I love the smell of coffee, the sugary sweet milky taste, mmm. One day, while on my thinking walk (which I do between solving problems at my desk), I ventured to the uni cafeteria. One coffee would not hurt, I thought. I ordered a very very very weak one, maybe a teaspoon of coffee in it, no more. Mmm, nice one, I enjoyed the delicacy. And, my thoughts were so clear and sharp after that, very handy indeed in my work. Although, I couldn't sleep quite well that night, and the next day, feeling slightly tired, I thought of my nice little indulgence again. After a few times, I enjoyed my little ritual even more. But then, my sleeping problems became more and more apparent. Acutely aware of the connection, I couldn't stop myself from drinking the sweet substance every day. I began beating myself for this, to no avail, as my feet would lead me to the cafeteria every day, and then my mouth would say the words, and then my hand would just grab it, and then my mouth would drink it. And then, I let go. I let me do this coffee drinking, without any feeling of guilt. And then, one day, I could no more. Exhausted, sleep deprived, sitting at my desk, I went for a walk. My feet led me to the cafeteria. I looked desperately for something to put in my hand. I looked at the juice bar, right across the room, on the other side. I went there to check it out. I couldn't believe my eyes, for there it was, on offer, freshly squeezed juice. I got myself a beetroot combination. Mmm, nice one, I enjoyed the delicacy. And, my thoughts were so clear and sharp after that, very handy indeed in my work. next Top of the page |