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Have one at Peters by the Beach, such an institution in Scarborough strip. It’s okay for a mocha. It’s being there that counts.

I haven’t been near the saltwater this winter, so it’s special to sip some indulgence after staring at the cold ocean for awhile.

Price: AUD4.80 (I think… an excuse to go back and get one to find out)

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Like I have said, I am cutting on caffeine and sugar but I am at Macca’s and it is not helping me. Lol. This standard mocha is way too big for my version of what is regular. *roll eyes* Just that habit of getting over the top, as always. To make matter worse, I pair it up with a Mud Muffin. I am baaaahd!!!

I am bravely admitting that I am a sugar addict who is knocking at the door of caffeine addiction. I promise to have just a cup a week. I slip again this week like last week. I think this is my fourth coffee and second mocha drink. Who knows how much sugar I just consumed. By the looks of what is in front of me, 150 grams (?). Six fucking times the recommended amount.

Bah! I will keep trying to keep it minimum, though. Good luck (again) to me.

Price: AUD4.25

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It’s been awhile, I know. I am just being contemplative the past few days of whether or not I am giving up my mocha indulgence and succumb to an eating lifestyle that would set my health straight. Not that I am that sick, but I am just cutting off down on sugar and carbohydrates, including caffeine and dairy.

I am really having a hard time. It takes a bigger person in me to do so. I have given up a lot of things in the past, but it has taken me quiet some time.

To my surprise, I may keep my mocha thing to a minimum after I have finished through a takeaway from Piazza di Forrest in heart of CBD. The girl who took my order asked me if I wanted to have sugar in it. I reluctantly answered No. I am glad I did, because their mocha was exceptionally made. A Café Mocha with finesse – smooth texture, balanced taste with enough froth. It could never go wrong if it’s from Bocelli Expresso, which is voted the best coffee in Perth for a very long time. The queue is proof.

I believe I can manage toning it down, say a cup or two a week, evenly spacing them between the start and end of the week. I can skip sugar then changing full cream milk to soy. I just hope every mocha comes in dark 70%, preferably 85% cacao chocolate.

Price: AUD 4.90 takeaway

Reduced Colours

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Life is full of colours. Things are associated with colours.  And if they are defined, colour is on the top of the list. From that, a lot of descriptions spring from the colour.

Colours are existentially relative. I attest to that idea because my colour preferences have changed as I slowly overcome time. Look at the mocha drink above from Streeton’s Cafe in Perth CBD. It looks deliciously inviting by the colour brown and its different shades, in its different forms. I could tell from the moment the lady careful set it on the table that I am having caffé mocha. The same colour I visually conceive also present itself as a flavour. There has to be chocolate in it, because brown is represented by chocolate in this occasion. I am right indeed!

What about people like me?  Do I have a colour that is me? Yes, I also have colours. Some of them are strong and bright. Others are weak and shy. Or at least my chakras and my aura say so.  However, to choose a colour or have a colour appeal to my human instinct is significant.  It is not just my favourite colour, it is the colour that defines me in a particular time; in my present state; or, on how my soul is doing.

As I deliberately change my lifestyle, I have decided to narrow down the colours of my wardrobe to three. Although it might be a bit funny because white is the absence of colours, black is the presence of all colours. It brings me to blue, preferable its lighter and subtler shades, which is only the valid colour of my decision. Actually, my prior plan was to reduce it to white completely. Yet for some reasons, I cannot bring myself to wear all white. I guess, combination itself is subconsciously relevant in the projection of myself.

Why white? Pure. Careful. Clean. Clean as in clean slate. I have a habit of rebooting everything, which I am so tired of doing every time. But if I am to wear white, it will remind me to be careful, to be in control and eventually to be pure, as in not to do bad things or to stain my shirt soul, something like that. In short, to be peaceful and selfless.

Black, for me, is the boundless possibilities of freedom. A manifestation of chaos by human free will, if it is not eased into one meaningful purpose or choice. I can become a cliché sometimes and say, “I am only human… but I am really trying hard everyday to make it right… most likely for the greater good. Black acknowledges my weakness, or my tendencies to be selfish.

Blue as the sky. What I mostly lack of, looks good on me.  The colour I have chosen and the colour that has chosen me. Sometimes that’s just it. No explanations. Just fact of life like breathing. That’s blue and me.

I take my time finishing my cup of mocha so I can savour its brownness. Streeton must have good quality chocolate. That is how it feels like from my lips to my tongue, and as it slides into my throat. A very chocolatey mocha. I do not mind at all because I am a chocolate person.

Price: AUD4.80

The Crest of the Matter

I find myself at the corner of Oxford Street and Scarborough Beach Road in a sturdy spot inside The Bodhi Tree Café. I can say that it is one of those boutique cafés. A bookstore slash (organic) café. Thus, I am delighted to be in a place where my passion for mocha drinks and books is very much encouraged. I cannot help myself from flashing those Koala eyes* as I enter through the door. Aahhh… the smell of coffee beans and book pages all in one.

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I order my drink with a slice of banana bread, then browse through the shelves. Too much interesting stuff. I intend not to hoard books today, so I walk back to my table and wait for my morning nosh. And then, my phone vibrates into an SMS from my friend Saraleigh. I must say she is quite contrary. I do not have to ask her “how does your garden grow?” – in reference to her household experience – because every text message is an unsolicited answer.

“It is literally quiet a crest,” her message reads. She has this thing with crests when ironing clothes. It must run in a single straight line as her mother has taught her. It is Monday and what better else to do than to iron her husband’s work clothes, which she always slacks of. Her husband always insists that they need not be pressed as long as they are folded from the line. Yet Saraleigh often insists, because the crest is a proof of a good wife she is trying to be every day.

As I sip the last of my mocha from the clear glass, it makes me wonder if crest these days still matter as Saraleigh values it. What do other women or wives do for a proof? Or, do little things like clean crests seem to be outdated in a modern relationship?

Anyway, the mocha drink tastes more of a Mocha Latté. Light in taste even without sugar. Is this why they call it organic? And oh, the banana bread is just delicious, and as light as the mocha. A truly zen mocha pair.

Price: AUD4.65

*borrowed description from Saraleigh’s husband when he notices Saraleigh’s awe and excitement.

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It’s Gloria Jean’s. Could not really expound beyond good coffee by default. They have established standards. Perhaps the same thing I would say about other franchised coffee shops. They could not go wrong, but then, the oomph factor would not be that grand anymore.

Well, I could force a little description from my drinking experience at their Centro Warwick branch: the froth, obviously, was very visually dominating although it didn’t overtook any of the flavour, should the mocha be broken down of its ingredients. I like the fact that the menu board defined it as how a hot mocha drink should be called – Caffé Mocha. Politically correct, indeed. A point for that.

Yum. Full stop.

Price: AUD4.45

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If I were to nominate a mocha for its excellence, so far, this is it. Café mocha from Jean Pierre Sancho would not only win my approval, but would also light the sparkles that I had been some time looking for in a cup of mocha.

This award-winning bakery slash patisserie just blew me away along with other patrons ( just because I heard a couple of wonderful remarks from outgoing dine-in customers ). The toasted chicken baguette was just literally yum. I could not stop and even read a paragraph from the new book which I was about to read. I needed to savour each bite.

I thought the setting had always been the same since 1904 when the little café started.

The staff was great too, fast and friendly, which I could not help myself from their tip glass. I had to tip. Just had to.

Very much happy with my mocha and dining experience.

Price: AUD4.00

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Now that’s a mocha drink! Lovely, lovely, just simply lovely at The Daily Bagel, Karrinyup Shops! I had it with a toasted poppy seed bagel with Nutella. I believed the drink could survive by its own or with a non-choco/non-sweet something on the side. My bad.

The flavour was a bit of both. A perfect CoCho (Coffee and Chocolate). Its froth even held the yummy taste up to the brim. It’s ethical too.

Price: AUD4.60

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Expensive Confusion

Words of warning. Do not buy coffee from someone who is catching breaths.

I went down to my local shopping centre in Greenwood to pick up something from the post. It was already around 1:00PM so I decided to just grab a quick lunch from the cafe in the middle of the shops. Like I said earlier, I meant not to have some caffeine for the rest of the day, but the chills got into me so I ordered my usual mocha indulgence.

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It was quite beyond the average cost. It looked yummy but it was just restricted to its presentation. I did not really want a mocha, but the sign said it’s a specialty. I was naive to believe that Silvana’s mocha was exceptional.

I could not actually make a taste out of it. By the looks of it, it’s a mochaccino, but the texture and composition projected a mocha latte. I begged to further differ, because it didn’t tasted like any of it all. Talking about instant coffee and instant chocolate together. So it was not 100% Arabica after all, or I thought so, but its flavour said so. Geesh, this confusion! *facepalm* That’s right, because the lady who made it was kind of in between everything, and made it clear to her buying patrons (including me).

Any barista reading this could explain what’s on the right of the picture? An answer would be lovely.

Price: AUD6.00

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Not much really. I upped my mocha with a spark of hazelnut, and it still tasted as basic as flat white with chocolate sprinkle. It should taste like Nutella-ish, right?

Then again, what could I expect from a coffee at a service station? The banana bread was lovely, though. Plus I learned a new word, ennui, meaning utter weariness resulting from boredom. I guess it definitely described how waiting for someone in a cold rainy night at a service station would be like.

Third mocha for the day at the Wild Bean Café, BP gas station, Osborne Park.

Price: AUD4.70