As the wisdom flows so does the beer.

If One can manage to arise up from bed while it is still morning ( before 12) even though they have arrived back to what they call home very early in the morning (5) them.. wow.. what a run.. but if not. there are a lot of wasted hours sleeping and
a stop of wisdom
as with the mentality here .... when the beers and goon stop flowing everything else is a waste of time according to the backpacker phenomena that I am subjected too. the people love to get bent,sloshed,knackered,pissed,wasted, F-#&* Up, slammed,trodden, BLAH BLAH crazy talk ..
Needless to state, this is a complete bullshit waste of time for me.. I am being annihilated with subjection,
But As a good girl I spent the night last night (of course) entering every dance competition there was and having a blast whilst not drinking anything.. what a go... plus I might have landed few bar jobs.. but .. I will refuse them.. do to the nature of the employment.. WITH ALL THE DRINKING MADNESS.. Any way .. I am Here for one reason and one reason only Focus Melisa .. To DIVE the GBR.. I have made the preparations and will make the jump soon. Love Melisa Hope and wisdom.

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I am Teaching and they love me..

Ok, so the rivers of Earth Were formed from large collections of rain from many many clouds after the great fireball earth cooled, millions of years ago, and it took man a mere 5000 years to putrefy them.. nice work man........ ok Yep my new job is great. I live doing something productive. the slow pace of settled India is to slow, I went on a walk with some elder women in my home upstairs, they take one step then the next and so on and I usually wait for the 12th step before I take my first one.. SLOW man I MEAN SLOW...its interesting for me.. I am a running dashing dancing prancer,, I can really move it... hah ha.. so this new speed of life .. I am glad I am a visitor.. any whoo.. blessing and peace. Auntie

wake up and smell the coffee

Cold winds a blowin, sing songs a howlin. The weather is raw the weather is king. Shorter days knocking at the door. remembrances of yesteryear, the good old days, realizing they are permanently gone and that it will never be the same state again. Its a hard world to swallow sometimes, and especially as the time progresses and with that the expectations of adaption and evolution are ever present.. But it's easier to reflect than pro actively predict.! I am faced with the harsh reality that the place in the world that I am from , the magical all possible place that I come from is vanishing, slipping away and turning into a place of sour milk and no longer that rich golden land of milk and honey...... no dwelling but really dwelling. that is the state I sit in. the longing and desperation of knowing exactly how things would turn out. its gone its gone so gone gone gone... not hopeless just placeless spaceless danceless joyless empty outta wack adaptive acceptance

Beautiful weather as a bit of luck for a getaway weekend

I can cross three more cities and towns off my all mighty list of places to see in and around Belgie. On the drive outta town we passed through Luik aka Leige, a nice city with sketchy people and high crime, but nothing happened to us and so it was fine; we did however see two empty wallets strewn on the ground in a very short distance in addition there was a fare share of local panhandlers asking for some money for the fix of the day, but also there was a good police presence and therefore the safety was not to bad. The town its self was nicer then one would expect, its hidden and strange, there are many little towns around it so getting into the center one must drive down into the midden. There is new construction for the train stations and its modern and fresh. If one walks to the water there are historic buildings that are right out of the middle ages, rustic slanted and wooden appeal. quite cool really. After only speeking French, we moved on to MAASTRICHT, Holland. Large fresh ...

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