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Wonderful Place to see endangered animals, birds and wild plants
Chitwan National Park which is one of the largest national parks in the world situated in Nepal houses 1000 different species of endanger animals, 643 species of birds and hundreds of wild plants.
Tadoussac, QC. Trip
Aug. 5 - 11 ... Wanna Join me ? !
Going to the Youth Hostel !
Might Use the Prospector Tent !
Adventures with Pauly !
Going to the Youth Hostel !
Might Use the Prospector Tent !
Adventures with Pauly !
Three little guys...
After doing what I'm not supposed to do, I finally saw you again... In my dreams. In my head.
You gave me three children. Three sons. You, but you were not her, only you. 2009. Remember your name? B?
My opiate-like state only caused me to close my eyes (if ever, half open), and just drift into the most fantastic visions of my past, of the memories.
Whereas I write this, tears start to trample up my lacrimals, stopped only by the courage of my stupid brain that believes this will not happen.. not happen.
I need to take my clonazepam.
I wonder if taking it with matecocido will cause some deadly reaction.. hm..
Only the visions, the love, the you. I miss you, and I am sorry if I f*cked it up. It wasn't my intention. I was going through rough times... Please, forgive me.
The images that haunted me, mixed today with yesterday and tomorrow. "Kiss me out of the bearded barley, lightly , beside the green, green grass". Oh Lord, I really cannot take the pain.
I can already feel my blood pressure going down down down, because of all the pain I have to endure. Physical pain? Emotional pain? Mix of pills?
Just tell her not to do it anymore.
Love. Runs through my veins and in the name of no one. Is it all inside my head?
You gave me three children. Three sons. You, but you were not her, only you. 2009. Remember your name? B?
My opiate-like state only caused me to close my eyes (if ever, half open), and just drift into the most fantastic visions of my past, of the memories.
Whereas I write this, tears start to trample up my lacrimals, stopped only by the courage of my stupid brain that believes this will not happen.. not happen.
I need to take my clonazepam.
I wonder if taking it with matecocido will cause some deadly reaction.. hm..
Only the visions, the love, the you. I miss you, and I am sorry if I f*cked it up. It wasn't my intention. I was going through rough times... Please, forgive me.
The images that haunted me, mixed today with yesterday and tomorrow. "Kiss me out of the bearded barley, lightly , beside the green, green grass". Oh Lord, I really cannot take the pain.
I can already feel my blood pressure going down down down, because of all the pain I have to endure. Physical pain? Emotional pain? Mix of pills?
Just tell her not to do it anymore.
Love. Runs through my veins and in the name of no one. Is it all inside my head?
Love is Noise...
I wish MySpace was back. Whereas I listen to that song, I cannot help to think every-single-f*cking-time about that Ukrainian cutie that travelled to China. What was her name? I don't know. Any other info about her? None.
The ever-so-present reminder that love is not for me. Not for a guy like me. I escape love and love escapes me.
Oh how much I tried to make connection to her, but it just wasn't enough, and then, the adventures resulting from that heartbreak were as immense as the love I had for her. "Will those feet in modern times walk on soles made in China?"
And then the bright prosaic malls, the memories of Sweden, the bright prosaic malls in Sweden. My hopes, my wishes, my unfulfilled fantasies...
The need for answers and not just walks in the park. The 'ursekta mig' question right at the entry of Nacka Forum. The recurring hope for a love that might or might not be.
I-can-not-take-it-anymore.
As I put my ring back on, I try to diluscidate what was it that I've done wrong in my life to end up like this. ¿Can I fix it? ¿Will I be fine?
And yes, the offer is there for me to take.. but why would I cause more harm to myself without any reason?
Is it real? The trembling on the sofa, is that Icelandic memory just pulling my legs in a way that only love can do?
Just the memories, those are the only ones I ask to come back. Because the cold and the booze in my veins only call for those memories that will never leave my mind. Even if I forget the smells and the sounds, the cold wind will be there to remind me of that ship that has set sail and left me dry, hoping for a return inside my heart that seems to never happen.
Tonight, this night, is just another cry for reason.
I wish it never dies.
The ever-so-present reminder that love is not for me. Not for a guy like me. I escape love and love escapes me.
Oh how much I tried to make connection to her, but it just wasn't enough, and then, the adventures resulting from that heartbreak were as immense as the love I had for her. "Will those feet in modern times walk on soles made in China?"
And then the bright prosaic malls, the memories of Sweden, the bright prosaic malls in Sweden. My hopes, my wishes, my unfulfilled fantasies...
The need for answers and not just walks in the park. The 'ursekta mig' question right at the entry of Nacka Forum. The recurring hope for a love that might or might not be.
I-can-not-take-it-anymore.
As I put my ring back on, I try to diluscidate what was it that I've done wrong in my life to end up like this. ¿Can I fix it? ¿Will I be fine?
And yes, the offer is there for me to take.. but why would I cause more harm to myself without any reason?
Is it real? The trembling on the sofa, is that Icelandic memory just pulling my legs in a way that only love can do?
Just the memories, those are the only ones I ask to come back. Because the cold and the booze in my veins only call for those memories that will never leave my mind. Even if I forget the smells and the sounds, the cold wind will be there to remind me of that ship that has set sail and left me dry, hoping for a return inside my heart that seems to never happen.
Tonight, this night, is just another cry for reason.
I wish it never dies.
An Afternoon At The Beach
The glistening, golden sand clings to your bare feet as you tread through it towards the border where the sparkling, blue-green water buffets the coast. A few feet from the water, green algae lie scattered like wind-tossed hay.
A cool breeze blows from the east showering the banks with a light mist of salty spray. Seagulls glide and hover as they search for a vacant spot to alight. There are purple and pink bubbles lying just below an inch of sand. The have the appearance of slightly deflated balloons and are known as jellyfish.
The thundering roar of the ocean can be heard along the many miles of coastline. As you plunge into the cool watery depths, you feel the soothing lull of the tide tugging and tossing about. In the distance, you can discern the many different boats cruising in the water. There are oil tankers, yachts, speed boats, and windsurfers.
On the crowded beach, fringed with palm trees, there are multitudes of women in brightly colored bikinis, basking in the brilliant, sweltering rays of the hot, glaring sun. Small children playing near the water, are busy making their own lopsided, disfigured versions of sand castles. A few bronze, muscular men are jogging along the edge of the water looking at the women as they pass by.
There is the unmistakable smell of coconut oil as young couples rub the warm oil all over themselves and each other.
A slightly pudgy woman in her mid-sixties is stooping over to pick up some shell that looks pretty.
A lone lifeguard wearing a white beach hat, dark black sunglasses, and sunscreen on his nose, sits high in his watchtower under the shade of an umbrella as he scours the ocean with his eyes, searching for anyone who might be a weak swimmer or someone who might have a cramp or may be drowning.
An amateur volleyball game is in practice, as people of all ages join in on the fun by trying to hit the ball over the net with their hands or fists so that the team on the other side will not be able to return it.
People who brought coolers of something to cold to drink, search to the very bottom for their favorite flavor of soda and for something good to eat.
The cool water of the shower stand feels refreshing as the water rinses the sticky, salty sweat and sand from your hair and cleanses your skin.
The sounds of traffic on the busy highway behind the beach, fill the air as people driving by honk at some scantily clad stranger that looks appealing. There is the occasional loud, wailing siren of a speeding ambulance going by.
The sky is a colorful sight to behold. It is the color of robin’s eggs, with colossal billowy clouds that look like mounds of pure white cotton candy.
There are two low-flying planes with banners that fly across the sky every hour as they advertise teeny bikini contests, happy hour, food buffets, and free t-shirts.
A cool breeze blows from the east showering the banks with a light mist of salty spray. Seagulls glide and hover as they search for a vacant spot to alight. There are purple and pink bubbles lying just below an inch of sand. The have the appearance of slightly deflated balloons and are known as jellyfish.
The thundering roar of the ocean can be heard along the many miles of coastline. As you plunge into the cool watery depths, you feel the soothing lull of the tide tugging and tossing about. In the distance, you can discern the many different boats cruising in the water. There are oil tankers, yachts, speed boats, and windsurfers.
On the crowded beach, fringed with palm trees, there are multitudes of women in brightly colored bikinis, basking in the brilliant, sweltering rays of the hot, glaring sun. Small children playing near the water, are busy making their own lopsided, disfigured versions of sand castles. A few bronze, muscular men are jogging along the edge of the water looking at the women as they pass by.
There is the unmistakable smell of coconut oil as young couples rub the warm oil all over themselves and each other.
A slightly pudgy woman in her mid-sixties is stooping over to pick up some shell that looks pretty.
A lone lifeguard wearing a white beach hat, dark black sunglasses, and sunscreen on his nose, sits high in his watchtower under the shade of an umbrella as he scours the ocean with his eyes, searching for anyone who might be a weak swimmer or someone who might have a cramp or may be drowning.
An amateur volleyball game is in practice, as people of all ages join in on the fun by trying to hit the ball over the net with their hands or fists so that the team on the other side will not be able to return it.
People who brought coolers of something to cold to drink, search to the very bottom for their favorite flavor of soda and for something good to eat.
The cool water of the shower stand feels refreshing as the water rinses the sticky, salty sweat and sand from your hair and cleanses your skin.
The sounds of traffic on the busy highway behind the beach, fill the air as people driving by honk at some scantily clad stranger that looks appealing. There is the occasional loud, wailing siren of a speeding ambulance going by.
The sky is a colorful sight to behold. It is the color of robin’s eggs, with colossal billowy clouds that look like mounds of pure white cotton candy.
There are two low-flying planes with banners that fly across the sky every hour as they advertise teeny bikini contests, happy hour, food buffets, and free t-shirts.
Welcome To HoutBay Cape Town
Dear Wonderful People Around the world
Welcome to HoutBay My Home Town well I have Been Living in Houtbay for 19 years and the Place I call Home well it's on the Atlantic Sea Board and well a Hour away from Cape Town International Airport well HoutBay Has 20 coffee shops 8 Night clubs and 1 Huge shopping Center
I love HoutBay I have seen Bad Fires on our Mountains Rain for 8 Days wind for 8 Days well HoutBay Survived and all people who visit HoutBay wow what a wonderful Place Cheers To HoutBay
Welcome to HoutBay My Home Town well I have Been Living in Houtbay for 19 years and the Place I call Home well it's on the Atlantic Sea Board and well a Hour away from Cape Town International Airport well HoutBay Has 20 coffee shops 8 Night clubs and 1 Huge shopping Center
I love HoutBay I have seen Bad Fires on our Mountains Rain for 8 Days wind for 8 Days well HoutBay Survived and all people who visit HoutBay wow what a wonderful Place Cheers To HoutBay
Perseguido por las plantas de Bariloche.
I remember the images I got this morning.. the old church, the road, her hair. Her golden hair and the white dress. It reminds me of other visions of Denmark and the beat of my heart with her.
I cannot fall asleep without hoping to know of her, of it all...
And today was a day of driving, of moving, of travelling. The places, my childhood. Will you be here? Should I still make my way through ice paths and lost Norths in order to find you? Or will all be waiting right here for me, in the hidden hopes of a heart that has been treading unknown roads?
Today I've been chased by the plants of Bariloche. The trees and bushes, the green pine trees and the snow. It has all been walking with me, talking to me; doing things to me.
I just hope to find you. If ever. I just hope to find all these things I've been needing to say, to take to you. Because if you run in my veins the way you do, you definitely have to be real.
It was dark, today.. and I missed you.
I cannot fall asleep without hoping to know of her, of it all...
And today was a day of driving, of moving, of travelling. The places, my childhood. Will you be here? Should I still make my way through ice paths and lost Norths in order to find you? Or will all be waiting right here for me, in the hidden hopes of a heart that has been treading unknown roads?
Today I've been chased by the plants of Bariloche. The trees and bushes, the green pine trees and the snow. It has all been walking with me, talking to me; doing things to me.
I just hope to find you. If ever. I just hope to find all these things I've been needing to say, to take to you. Because if you run in my veins the way you do, you definitely have to be real.
It was dark, today.. and I missed you.
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