I saw you again.

Well, the back of you at any rate.

I called out your name, but the clamoring and increasing crescendo of the world around us drowned out my cries.

You once again passed out of my life and into your world again.

I missed you again.

... going for a holiday?

Passports in hand, my well-traveled Indonesian friend/principal and I made our way through the mass of bodies, through hordes of hot, sweaty hard, firm bodies.

*ahem*

We finally got to "Departure Lounge", at least that's what the sign said. Extracting ourselves from the mass of humanoids, we found ourselves in the peaceful, almost tranquil setting of this laid-back, tastefully done up cafe.

With relatively few tables, expect some form of serenity in here. Tastefully decorated and with smiling, friendly service, we had a marvelous time here. And the menu? It was pretty interesting actually. You go up to the counter where the smiley husband / wife (I think) are, and fill up the little order cards. We were pretty famished from being in the mosh pit, so we proceeded to order "9 Things" on the menu. It was ... sufficient. :)


If you wanna chill with just some illy java, put up your feet by the faux fire and grab a travel book and feel like you really are at a departure lounge. (It reminds me a little of the St. Louis / Minneapolis airport actually). It felt ... peaceful and nice? Yeah.

Loved it here. Breakfast food all day long. I will be back.

... not quite ...

So.

Right.

*blushes*

Yes, the deed's been done. It was magical, fulfilling and everything you see on TV.

I had my first official illy coffee. And yes, it was GOOD. ;)

Now get your mind out of the gutter! ;)

one moment ...

a moment of peace under the nearly cloudless Perth sky

yay!

I'm so excited! Yay!

oh no ...

I've always been, as far as I am concerned at least, a regular pollyanna when it comes to a lot of things in life. I believe my dad called me the eternal dreamer / optimist. I guess I've always been taught to believe that people are innately good, decent human beings and that everyone strives to be the best that they can for themselves and for others.

Why then do people hurt each other? A friend, a lover, a colleague ... it doesn't matter. At some moment in time, instead of talking through it ... we, and this includes me, choose the easier path to damnation ... namely to shout, to intimidate, to threaten. I've discovered that I was actually nothing BUT a big bully a lot of times and used my intellect or age or expertise or size to get what I wanted from the 'younger / weaker' ones. Is this inbred in all of us by Nature? Survival of the strongest / fittest? Which would mean that I have been a subject of the same by others smarter / older / stronger / bigger than me?

I stopped believing in love. It's true. I just don't believe that something like love can exist in the face of such ... tyranny of our souls! I fear the bully monster in me. I've seen it in others and I would not want to subject another human being, one that I love no less, to that monster. I would not know what I would do if it ever gets out. Cowardice, I hear you say? Better a coward than an abuser yes? Yes, I have become what I never thought I would be. A cynic. A jaded, disenchanted cynic. Urgh.

*I really hope that this is just a funk I'm going through. :P