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Cafe Culture

I go to a lot of cafés. This statement alone did not make me decide to start rating every one I go to. A friend, whom explores the many cafés around Melbourne with me, suggested that I start rating each cafe, since I tend to go to so many. Thus, I will incorporate this into my blog from now on. 

My rating system will be out of 5 coffees (☕☕☕☕☕) and based on:

  1. Proximity to public transport & CBD (city centre)
  2. Quality of coffee
  3. Price
  4. Atmosphere (decor, location, noise, etc)
  5. Service/Staff
  6. Creative Connectivity (how it gets the juices flowing)

Each of these six things will be out of 5 coffees and then averaged to get a total rating. Most of the cafés I review are in Melbourne, but because of my travels, I will review every cafe I go to. This is mostly for my own amusement, but I hope people will find it helpful. 

 
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Posted by on September 25, 2015 in Australia, Cafe Culture

 

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Dance in Color

Beauty comes from the soul of a person, not the skin. If it came from the skin, then people would be divided into two races: glowing, flawless skin and boils pussing from each pore.

The world is a beautiful painting filled with colors of the rainbow and light of the prism, both seen and unseen. Cultures make this rich blend like coffee beans of many countries, combined to create a sweet aroma of the people of the world. Celebrate each difference together and rejoice with the purest joy and then the true spirit of the world will reveal herself to you. She will embrace you like the prodigal son and never let you forget the feeling of bliss: a world with no skin color, no language, no money, no status… open your eyes and see the true beauty of our Mother, the only Mother, we all share together on this one planet. Dance in the colors of life, falling from the sky like rain in the spring, and together we will dance as She comforts us under her blankets of clouds. Brown, peach, yellow, hazel, sand, white… one song, the song of the earth, joins us hand in hand in a dance for no one and everyone, for the named and the nameless, for the forgotten and the fame, for the lucky and the struggling… Do not simply look at the painting of beauty, jump into it, dive into it, drown in it. Swim amongst its pages of calligraphy and cleanse yourself with the joy of knowledge and freedom.

Is there hope for humanity? I see hope in every child’s innocent smile, in every arm raised together in love, in every embrace of acceptance… there is hope as long as there is laughter and love.

If every continent were connected by underwater passageways, would the blend of cultures and peoples create a unity of love for each other as fellow man and woman?

Can someone be proud of their country and culture, and still accept everyone else in the world or will jealousy and rivalry interject into every conversation?

 
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Posted by on November 8, 2012 in Love, Stream of Consciousness, World Problems

 

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Pocket of Dynamite

I am finding humor in my current situation. I have been vaguely aware throughout my life that my presence attracts attention. I thought in my naiveté that this was normal and happened to everyone. Then I travelled to Colombia by myself and realized many stares coming my way, but I assumed it was due to my hair and eye color. Then I travelled to Australia, thinking it would be similar to my home country. I started my doctorate degree and the moment I stepped into my share office, I realized I was (firstly) the only female and (secondly) the only white person. Don’t get me wrong, I love being among different cultures and learning from a plethora of persons. It’s how it should be in the world.

However, something interesting happened to me today. I became aware that I am a sort of anomaly among my peers. I was approached by another student, whom I have never seen, on the public transport and he knew who I was. “Are you the PhD student in Aerospace? I have seen you around.” I am quiet on campus so I can understand how I may seem a mystery. We started talking and he was surprised by my age (which I get a lot). Then we parted ways and a thought occurred to me: everyone was talking about me!

“Have you seen the American girl? She is doing her PhD here.”

I have become the talk of the offices and had not even realized. I am now this mysterious little white girl who must be intelligent because she is so young and doing her doctorate. Honestly, most of the time I don’t know what I’m doing and am just trying to keep my head above water. I believe this to be truth to most people.

This brought a smile to my face today, thinking that other people are getting enjoyment through me. I am not intimidated by much and therefore can seem very driven, but that is because I love living with no regrets and try everything at least once. Afterall, we only have one chance at life.

*As a side note, I am told that I am a great public speaker and was recently introduced to an audience as a ‘pocket of dynamite’ and to not be fooled by my size.

 

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Agape

Last night was a big event for Unite Thornbury! We had such a multi-cultural group with lots of smiles and love in their hearts. I feel so blessed to have found a group of people who I may call my family without having any blood relation. I think that is true love, because with your family, it is often expected to love each other ‘just because’ you are related. You must, in a sense. Sometimes if you don’t love someone in your family, people think you are strange or that something is wrong…

However, loving a person for WHO they are, not how you know them, is even more powerful, I believe. You have no reasons, no relations, no blood to love them and, yet, you do. How amazing is that love?! Think of a best friend or your spouse… it feels so much more free to be who you are. No judging, no prejudice, no expectations, because they know YOU.

It frustrates me when I am judged based on my friends, my family, my culture, my language, my country, etc, etc… It is unbelievably frustrating, because I just want people to see me! Why is that so hard in today’s world? Everyone gets so comfortable being with their ‘own kind’, but I never understood what that meant, because we are all human beings on the same earth! Why must we judge? Why must we envy? Love, people! Love is so powerful: more powerful than all other feelings, and we still disregard it as weakness. Why? Is it weak to cry when holding a newborn baby? Is it weak to hug a brother with another skin color? Is it weak to laugh and joke in all different languages? Is it really weak? Love…

I often dream about a world that is so filled with love, that is alters the entire planet. What would it be like? To love one another, to love all creatures, to love cities and nature… Just love…

 

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