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Home is where....my car is.
After 25 hours of driving (plus 3 hours of sleeping),
I arrived home to New Jersey very late Friday night.
The car 'behaved' excellent.
I had 6 suitcases and a large canoe tied to the roof.
Envision the opening scene from The Beverly Hillbillies.

I had an excellent vacation; took lots of nature photos, met some new friends, and saw some old ones,
including the gal I met a couple of years ago down there.
I also ate lots of sashimi at my favorite restaurant several times
and sold the natural gemstone jewelry, that I make, and sold many nature photos
at several Florida festivals & flea markets and a few to neighbors too.

It was a great 4 months of escaping winter and having fun.

Yesterday I picked up a new combination DVD & TV that I had ordered.
Today I got my cable TV, internet & phone hooked up with the cable company.
So, I'm back online

I already saw 5 of my neighbors, who welcomed me back.

Softball starts very soon. I have my first practice of the season on Tuesday.

Easter Sunday my cousins host a big family dinner.

Now it's time to focus on my NJ home and have more fun here

After the things happening, I saw it. The visions came to me, of endless joy and happy days. Even my heart feels the innefable urge to pour in tears where my eyes catch a glimpse of, that pass under the train brige.. ¿Remember those times, M? ¿Remember those memories?

Iceland. Sweden. Green. Memories. Summer. Nature. Hopes. Loves. Stop. Please stop...

And of course, I always have to do these kind of things in order to set my brain free, helping it to release the exact and neccessary amounts of endorphines and other chemicals, forcing these hopes & memories to enter my bloodstream; to remind me of what I am made of, to make me want the things I once had, but never got.

At the same time Patagonia feeds this neccessity to have romance pour into my every minute. I am Argentinian. I am at home. I never need to leave home, yet the times I have lived pull my legs and my body into a state that I cannot deny: I am in love. In love with it all. In love with the hope to find it (her?) again...

Have you ever had that feelin that love passes you by in every corner in every street? I feel she is here, and there. The images inside my brain when I'm overdosed in life tell me the story of something about to happen. Fireplaces and love making are the essence to these dreams.


¿Will I ever get to make them true?

It's been exactly 8 years already, and I still can't seem to move on. Yeah, I move on, on the outside, new people, new relationships, but still no one that compares to her.

"I've turned away from you, and now I am Godless".

Shit man, how do you cope? How do you move on? Srsly. How? When?

to our hostel. After the first few hundred yards, the smells of jet diesel morph somehow into more natural nose delights. The many exotic (for a Mainer) fragrances of various families of flowering plants, and grasses, are a rush-as when I visit family on Oahu. No matter how many times we come this way, nonending surprises, and old pals alike. And it's great to watch the many pollinators at work, insects and birds, even me, perhaps, when touching stamen to pistils, trying to see if that bee is Italian or Caucasian. Or a bumblebee. All those strange frogs, and the rabbits. Before all this excitement, enjoyed the chat with the lovely Azorean Lady vet, who examined papers and the health of a new friend's 6 month old English Pointer "Dodger", who seemed to survive the 4 hour kennel bound trip in heated/pressurized storage, frisky temperment fully intact. School kids with banners, proclaiming Human rights, marching down tight cobbled streets. VIVA, VIVA! Must have missed this in the news. Didn't miss the equities markets world wide. OUCH!

Where is she???

Did she block me? Did she just go? What happened?

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.

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?

I have never traveled abroad before and I am planning a trip to the Philippines in January. I will be arriving in Cebu and taking a ferry to Bohol. Upon my research on the internet, that seems like the typical tourist trip taken.

Of course, my research and my inquiries have turned up even more questions about traveling abroad that I can find answers for. For one, how safe is it to travel to the Philippines? I have discovered that kidnapping does indeed happen there and that theft and robberies are commonplace. Of course, being a smart traveler will help safeguard against dangers, but there is no guarantees in life either. In order to be a smart traveler, I felt I needed to write this blog to hopefully get some tips on traveling abroad from the more experienced than myself.

Here are some additional concerns that I do have, that I have heard from some other people...not sure how true they are or not. Any other things I should watch for would greatly be appreciated.

...My first hold over will be in South Korea. (I was told that I would have difficulty making it out of that airport because they are huge and very busy and that the signs will be written in a language other than English). That really does not make sense because it is an international airport. But, I have never been there so I don't know for sure.

...This leads to another concern. I will be traveling by myself...and of course being new to this experience, I myself am also responsible for any language barriers. Not everyone I am going to need to associate with will know English. How do you communicate or deal with situations like that?

...I was also told that security at airports look for people who are nervous and will take them for questioning. Sometimes that questioning can go bad really quick, especially if there are language barriers. There is a good chance I will be a little nervous at times being an unseasoned international traveler. Any advice about that?

...I was also told to be very careful in international airports, especially the Philippines about employees slipping things in your luggage and then asking for money from you to not report it. I was told to not have luggage with pockets on its outside and if you can, wrap your luggage. Also, don't help anyone carry their luggage because this is how drugs get transported and if you get caught carrying that luggage, of course you will be responsible for its contents.

...Also, are there any tips on getting great airfare rates?

...Anything else that a new international traveler should be careful with or it would be helpful if it is known about?

Thanks all for your advice.

Taman Hutan Raya - TAHURA..the name of a conservation forest in Bandung area,
is an integrated conservation area between secondary nature and forest..

Alhamdulillah..Be grateful to have the opportunity to be there last Sunday at an eventForest Archery Tournament





As a newbie in Horse Bow Archery, this experience was .adventure , excited, and fun, ..
met with many senior and expert people in archery of course improve and add my knowledge





Previously I enjoyed walking in the forest to go up or down the mountain,
but this time it was the first experience going through the forest and archery ...

That's my sunday.. how with your sunday.. wish you all Joyfull and happy too