Coffee and Bossa on a Friday Afternoon

Today's been a typical chaotic weekend so far. Waking up at 10:30, I wanted to go for the morning regularities, but found out that I have been queued behind dad who, just like me, is staying back at home in the morning on a Friday. I decided to head back to bed, and surprisingly enough, I managed to manage another hour of sleep. Since I woke up, I've been hit by the daily chaos of day to to day life. On weekdays, I go to office and I don't usually come back before 10 PM. Hence, I don't have to endure the summer heat, requests and questions and every other sort of peace shattering incidents.

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Someone to hold me tight
that would be very nice
Someone to love me right
that would be very nice
Someone to understand
each little dream in me
Someone to take my hand
to be a team with me

So nice,
life would be so nice,
if one day I find
Someone who would take my hand
And samba trough live with me

Someone to cling to me
stay with me , right or wrong
Someone to sing to me
some little samba song
Someone to take my heart
and give his heart to me
Someone who's ready
to give love a start with me

Oh yes, that would be so nice
Should it be you and me
I can see it would be nice
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Someone to cling to me
stay with me , right or wrong
Someone to sing to me
some little samba song
Someone to take my heart
and give his heart to me
Someone who's ready
to give love a start with me

So nice, that would be so nice
Should it be you and me
I can see it would be nice
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S0 nice(Summer Samba) -Astrud Gilberto

So here I am, listening to boss nova jazz tracks by Astrud Gilberto whilst sipping on my self made cup of coffee. I am trying to chill myself out. After the week's trivial stressful moments, I just can't take any more sources of pain.



I am supposed to go somewhere. I was due to reach there by 3 PM, but it's already 3:30 and I am not at all feeling like moving my rear end. Alright, the euphemistic "rear end" was totally unnecessary when I can just write "Ass".

After having lunch, I took a cup of drinking water in my cogito cup. I used to have another yellow flowers cup till 2 days ago, but the maid servant decided to drop it from her hand and break it. So I ended up with the Cogito one. Anyway, I poured the water to another cup and inserted it in to the microwave oven and set 3 minutes heating. At the same time, I took out powdered milk, nescafe coffee, sugar and a teaspoon. Poured 2 spoonfull of coffee and same amount of milk and sugar in the Cogito cup, applied a little bit of cold water and stirred it.

By this time 132 seconds have passed, and I had to wait another 48 seconds to get the hot water. Poured the hot water in the cold solution I just made and voila!, coffee is made after 2/3 more casual stirs.

Marveled with my creation, I came back to my room, and started played the album "Coffee and Bossa: The Chillout Sound of Astrud Gilberto". It's a very nice album. It has some upbeat and some sad songs. It starts of with the classic Carl Jobim tune "Girl from Ipanema" and ends with a remixed version of Here's That Rainy Day, which is another happy song. In between there are sad tunes like Quiet Nights of Quiet Stars (Corcovado) and Meditation (Meditacao). Overall, this is a Samba showcase--this is what Brazillian Jazz is all about. If you are planning to start listening to jazz, you can start with Astrud; her songs are easy to listen to--nothing shocking like Louis Armstrong in there.

3:39 PM, coffee is almost finished, and so is my creativity....

Ciao