Happiness comes easy

Today, Jelle and I took a little walk around the neighbourhood. Jelle returned from the gym and off we went for our little walk. At first we walked to the station (which is close-by) as I had to load my electronic rail card with new data at the ticket machine. I also charged the card with some money so I can use the card as an electronic ticket for my ride to work as well. Jelle already had done that but I was a bit reluctant to do it... going through the procedure on internet first wasn't high on my priority list. But Jelle and our friend Erwin convinced me of the advantage.
Then we continued our walk through our neighbourhood but not before we stopped at the BP gas station to grab an icecream: Jelle had the new Magnum Gold (which wasn't spectacular according to him but of course he fell for the advertising and the fact that it was supposed to look gold...) while I had a "simple" Solera Exotic, very yummy! The weather outside was very pleasant and the icecream was a nice complement. Anyway, we continued our walk, passing by Jelle's gym which he finally showed me. Now I know where to find him should I need to (as he never takes his phone there). We continued, passed by a Lebanese restaurant that we noticed quite a while ago but haven't tried out yet. It looks very inviting and we hope to try it out some day with our friends (Dani, get up here!!!). We continued, passed by a neighboring district, saw some newbuildings and some still being under construction and we realized how long ago it was that we passed here with our bikes as we hadn't really noticed these changes! We returned into our neighborhood and we kept talking about this and that and shortly before reaching our home we passed a building in which a colleague and friend lives. We hadn't seen him for a while and while passing along the doors I was wondering which door it was 'cause I couldn't remember. Jelle knew and we hadn't really finished talking about it that suddenly we heard someone behind us shouting. We turned and guess who it was: our friend had just left home to go to the airport to fly to work (yes, he works for the same company as we do). So of course it was immediately a happy "Hello" and kisses and smiles! So instead of going home we accompanied him to the train station again all the way chatting and updating ourselves about the last news. We dropped him at the station and Jelle and I returned finally home debating on the chances that we would meet him now and there...
I finally came to the conclusion that things like this make me happy: meeting a friend, receiving a smile, knowing that someone else is happy to see me too... I also arranged today to meet another friend next weekend and all that made me happy and thankful. Happiness does come easy sometimes.

The ideal flight

Here's a question to those of you who are - like me - interested in civil aviation: the other day I was talking with my Jelle about airlines and planes and previous journeys we made, sharing some beautiful memories. At that point I was thinking how the ideal flight would look to me, based on my personal experience so far. I came up with the following: the flight should be with an Airbus A380, with a business class configuration like Emirates Airline has, with an inflight catering/meal service that equals at least that of Etihad and Qatar Airways, with an inflight entertainment system like Emirates uses in Business Class on its Airbus A380 and with the crew (flight attendants/pilots) from Lufthansa. To me, that would be the ideal combination.
So, how does YOUR ideal flight look like?

Desire

There it was again: a beautiful face. This time I saw it on tv but it can show up anywhere. The beautiful face of a man - not a particular one but simply someone I see and like. It can be mature, it can be young. Usually it's a bearded face but not always. Actually, I don't even know how to describe what makes it beautiful: facial hair for me for sure (like a stubbly beard will do), but it can also just be the twinkle in his eyes, the colors of the eyes, the simple but honest smile... single little things could make it qualify for the title "beautiful", the sum of the little things sure is a guarantee for it.

Then, with that face, comes the urge to touch it, feel it, maybe even be allowed to give it a gentle or passionate kiss. My mind starts building those huge fantasy worlds of how it would be... those thoughts of exploring, of discovery.

But then, the program on tv continues, the man on the streets passes by without returning my glance, the fantasy worlds collapse, the daily routine returns.

Yet, all that remains is desire. The desire to be with him, the desire to know how it feels to receive what I would love to give. But that'll be all I ever get: a glance at what I missed many years ago, what I never had, never will.

I rely on the man in my life, my hubby whom I love, a rock in stormy sea, a safe harbour.

Only sometimes that flame of desire flares up a little when I see it: that beautiful face...

Tragedy

Yesterday I was touched by the death of the german goalkeeper Robert Enke, aged 32. He took his life by jumping before a train. It was said he was depressed and never overcame the death of his daughter (2.5 years). He leaves his wife and an eight month old adopted daughter behind.

I think it's a tragedy that no one could help this man to overcome his grief for his child. It's a pity the only way out for him was to find the way to his deceased daughter. It was heartbreaking to see his wife on tv giving a press conference - amazing how strong that woman was, how she spoke of their hopes to overcome the loss of their daughter with their love for each other that as she said glued them even more together. Sadly, it was not enough for Robert.

Twitter?

I don't get it: what is the whole world loving about twitter? Yeah sure, I'm on there too. Until recently, I was even twittering publicly. But I decided to go private since I have unknown people following me and I simply don't like that idea and can't get used to it. Why would anybody who doesn't know me at all be interested in what I twitter? That's weird. So I threw out all unknown followers and went private. To come back to the beginning: what's the big deal about twitter? To me it seems like it's a sort facebook but reduced to status updates and public. But since I'm on facebook too it seems odd to update there and on twitter? And updating on FB and twitter differently is even more strange, why would I do that? The possibility of interaction with followers seems less attractive to me on twitter than on FB. Following a "discussion" with multiple comments seems easier to me on FB than on twitter. But maybe that's not the idea of twitter? So for me twitter at the moment is not attractive. I reduce my activity there. I stopped following most people since most of them didn't twitter anyway or very seldom and/or are (more) active on FB as well (so that's easy...hahaha).
If someone can explain the whole twitter idea to me, go ahead and tell me.