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So now I've been twice around the clock. 24. I'm a bit afraid. I don't want to fall behind. I don't know what tomorrow will be made of.
Most of us, if not all, enjoy receiving special treatments. Especially the ones we do not buy. Those that are offered out of [...]
What takes you there? What makes you smile? What's your purpose? You came back? Why? For someone? Yourself? You don't know.
I try to write everyday. I force myself to. Sort of. Sometimes I have cheat days, just like chubby girls do. The only one I cheat is myself.
It's this little lever. Invisible. You love to play with it. Everyone does. Even the married. It controls speed. Levers often do.
In 1961 we said we'd go. In 1969 we went. Then returned a few times. In late 1972 we went back one last time. Then nothing. Nada.
If I put a real excerpt of the post here, it'll amount to at least half. I'd rather not spoil the discovery, and let you discover it all inside.
You wake up in the morning and you're alone, but not at home. She's gone, a flight to catch. Time is yours. Time trickles.
Every now and then there is a click, and it all connects. The wheel has just been invented. No wait! Perpetual motion.
I have given a couple dozen interviews in my life, and have been interviewed an equal amount of times. I have studied human resource ...
During my morning commute, I normally have a strict routine, dashing through several newsletters, and scanning through others. But not this time.
So far so bad. Israel had been below my expectations. Tel-Aviv was a pleasant modern city along the coast line. Nothing to rave about.
I just returned from a month and a half backpacking trip (check out my route here!) and I discovered something about myself.
It was all set up to be one more of those peaceful Burmese sunsets. People stood around the north west end of the Pagoda as they awaited the final moment.
I sailed around this wild world for 10 years when I was just a cub. Things rarely went wrong. Yesterday I took a homemade bamboo raft down the river...
The circular train roughly pulled its way on the old beaten railways of Yangon. By times the wagon rocked from side to side and with my eyes closed I felt as in a rocking chair.
In Singapore, there is a little sign when you cross the street saying "Please use the pedestrian crossings".
I spent 18 days in Indonesia and as much as I liked it, I'm also happy to be in Bali's airport and on my way out to Singapore. Here is why...
I learned this the hard way. We buzzed out of our home stay in Ubud, Bali at around 10 am, headed for a visit of Mount Agung.
The society we live in today prefers watching TV to reading books. Perhaps you're the same, and you rather a video than read an article. If that's the case, this one is for you!