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Transforming Transitions of Transient Travels Thru Solitary Sediments of Existence Eventually Emerging Blissfully Content, Free and Smiling. BE JEALOUS.

I think I just hit a record for title length!
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I just closed my eyes, typed, and deleted…
which gave me two “dรฉjร  vu” moments.

Freaky.

I’m listening to Jewel’s “Foolish Games” right now.
I’ve included the video below. I forgot about her wonky tooth.
I love it. I hope she never decides to “fix” it to conform to the “norm’s” view
of perfection.
I find it perfectly, precious.

When I was younger, it was one of the songs I used to zone out to on the piano;
from early morning 4am-ish to sunrise.
The first set of notes slides me into the music and out of “existence.”
LOVE IT.

Calming.
Sweet.
Melodically mind-numbing, but welcomingly so.
I stopped what I was doing just now so I could ride fully with the notes as the song began again.
Man. I can’t help but smile.
“Take me” my mind says and off I go.

I have a slight headache from a little too much wine and port last night
however, with this song piping through my earphones…
my braincells are doing a graceful dance number inside of my skull
with moments of opened-armed, running towards the front of the “stage” glee
releasing me of the punishing tensionย and agony from the
“offensive” and demonic reactions of evil grape distillates.

I think I’ve realized WHY I love plugging in (earphones).
It’s me, blocking out the world.
Blocking out the noise of influence.
Of outside voices which wish to seep into my head and take it over.

Blocking out the world, gives me my mind back.
Gives me my peace to settle my thoughts, monitor my movements and THINK.

THINK, for myself.
Not as the “world” wishes to program it.

The world most of us live in today, is too consumed.
Consumed by useless distractions, routines and “responsibilities.”
Fruitless desires to achieve!
To CLIMB!
To control.
To gain POWER
PRESTIGE
and to then, what?
What is it that you gain, when at the end of the day…

you’re always dreaming of your “vacations?”

What about, just being?
Or living?

ย When did we go from necessity being life
to life’s obsession with luxury?

Throughout my 32 years on this planet, I’ve taken breaks from the world.
I used to think they were deep depressions…which in a way, they were…
because I was just not happy with the world around me so I left it

to be on my own.
To think, to create, to “protect” myself from what it’s become?
I have managed to position myself with a lifestyle that allows me to
escape the world, when I wish.

I mold my life into what I wish it to be.
And, if I can’t in that EXACT moment, I’ll find a way to get myself there.
I don’t follow “what should bes”
I follow, “what Cara bes.”

So many people think they’ve got the “Path to Success”
all mapped out.
(And aren’t SHY about SHOVING that JOYFUL “know it all” knowledge down your throat.)
I really don’t think there is such a path, well, not society’s definition of it.
(Which starts as a failure in itself just as is.)
Life’s too unpredictable for that…so I just do as I do, and embrace whatever comes of it.

ย A prime example. I had a friend who was JUST about to graduate from University as
a brain surgeon…however, before her big day, she discovered she had brain cancer
and died shortly after her diagnosis.

I’ve seen the way my aunt used to study and pin her nose into a book while I was growing up.
I’d hate to have put all that effort and sacrifice into something, just to get jipped at the end.
However, if it’s something you enjoy and are passionate about, that’s different.

STUDY, STUDY, STUDY…WORK, WORK, WORK.
DIE.
Wow. How appealing???

For the most part, I’ve always done, anything I’ve wanted to
and am grateful I wasn’t born into a shackled life.
I’m not sure there’s much I’ve wanted to do and haven’t done.
**thinking**

There’s #1 place in a superbike race, but I’ve given myself until 35.
Need to get my ass back on the tracks soon. Time’s running out.
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Stay tuned, it’ll happen.
I give myself between 1st-3rd place. Podium-level.
Ain’t about to make things TOO stressful for myself!
(Especially since I’m not “supporting” lost causes anymore)
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THIS TIME, for real, I’m putting myself FIRST.
(Excluding my parents)
No more charity cases. Indy, you better help me stay strong on this one.
I’m counting on you baby!!!
My life’s filled with helping others get to where they want to be, while placing my dreams
on the back burner. I’m hoping I can finally put a stop to that silly little habit.

I won’t mind going back to it, but I’d finally like to make this one dream a reality as it’s
been one of the only unfulfilled constants in my life.
2012 baby. The Year of MY Dragon…as I like to say.

In closing, if yer stressing, if you feel my life an inspiration and don’t think
YOU can be where I am…

ย Sit down, without distractions and think about the things that control you…
that you are enslaved to
and start to break free from them.

In one, broken down, “do-you-speak-English” word: SIMMM…PLIIIII…FY!!!!!!!!
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These past few weeks I’ve taken a step back, shook the glitter off my distractions
and have returned, refreshed, focused and lighter
and ready to create new footsteps into a revised unknown.
Yay.
Excited.

Spring cleaning baby!

(Apparently, a part of this new “transformation” and “awakening” of mine, I have now
begun to speak via pictures.)

Carafuscious say………………

Have a BEAUTIFUL humpday ALL!!!!!!!!
XOXOXOX

 

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Happy Birthday to the BEST DADDY EVER!!!!!!!!!

There are mugs and merchandise that read: “#1 Dad.”
I really don’t know why.
Cuz, everyone’s dad, isn’t mine? So, why would they have the need to buy a lie for a gift?
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Me? Biased, no!
Actually though, not fluffin’ shit up or anything, my dad is amazing.
He is an upstanding person. His reputation speaks for itself.
You don’t even have to know him, to know, he’s one of the greatest.
When my friend Rick (before I knew him) visited the Bahamas on business, people bombarded him
with praise about “Louis Chan.” He was so curious as to WHO this man is…
WHO is this person, who so many from all different walks of life hold in such high regard?

I am almost everything my dad, mainly in heart and principles…his deep devotion to the Catholic Church?
**BLAH**
Not so much.

I fight to hold back tears as I write this entry.
(Major fail, by the way)
As I worked on the pics, even worse.
Where does the time go?
How’d it go from this…?

To the present?
32 years is a long fucking time, but where is it?
Within the recent years, I’ve been trying to make up for lost time, but it’s not the same.
I really wish I could get some time back, somehow, but I know I can’t and that kinda sucks.
I don’t feel like we’ve had enough TRUE time.
I don’t know how to explain that description…but, our “youths” were lost, apart. I guess you can say.
My parents were too occupied with their businesses and social obligations when I was younger…
then, I went off to boarding school and afterwards got lost in the world.
I have only recently come back and to the realization of, “FUCK. My dad’s in his 60s!”
Both him and my mom still look so young, so that’s the deception in it all.
Being asian, on TOP of hair dye.
(Shhhhhhh. Don’t tell ’em I told you.)

Seriously though…I always tell them, if they’d allow their hair to grey, I’d be
“gentler” on them.
Meaning, I would be able to see their age and most likely appreciate our time MORE.
Strange how appearances can effect our approach. No?

If my parents had grey hair, OMG. I’d freak because “reality” would reveal itself
and I’d be reminded of their fragility and depleting time.

This is one of my favorite pictures of my parents.
It makes me smile.

When I look at younger pics of me, I feel a sadness.
Sadness because I look at a picture of a girl, who grew up too fast?
Who’s childhood I can hardly remember.
A picture of someone who’s missing GAPS in her life.
It’s like I went from 13 to 32. Where’d I go?
(I wish I wrote this LAST year, then it’d be 13 to 31. Symmetrical and following my
“13” theme this year)
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I also see the sadnessย in what my parents must see/feel.
I know I’m not what they saw in me…
or thought me to become
and I feel bad for them.

It’s like I killed their hopes and dreams of whatever they wanted me to be
by being me.

I am such an accomplishment in so many eyes, but in my parents’…especially my mother’s
I feel like a disastrous mistake and disappointment.

Maybe that’s why I don’t take praise well, or accept it at all
because there are only 2 people in existence who’s opinions I care about.
I gotta be ME though, ya know?
And I know “ME” ain’t so bad, so I’m not changing just because they were “programmed” in their
own views of what’s “GOOD” and worthy of praise.

Acceptance doesn’t take away the sadness/emptiness though.

Our humor’s pretty much spot on too.
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I got lost in the world, then absorbed in the fast life, afterwards I got sucked into “love”
other times arrested by drugs, then there’s my “save the world” obsessions…
when the world I should be concentrating on, has a population of 3.
My parents and I.

It’s weird though, life. It’s like a race against time to fit everything in, yet
have the time to treasure the most important in it.
And sometimes we get so focused, or lost, that we don’t see the gifts
we are presented…that were always there to reach for.

The Chan’s, including extended family, have always been about “hard work”
and “education.” I’ve always been about happiness, smiles, love and play.
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Nothing much has changed today. I feel, life’s too depressing as is, might as well
sprinkle as many sparkly moments as possible.
I make “fun” money, not “slave” money. For the most part, I always look for fun ways or
enrichingly challenging ways to make money.

With the projects I get into…
CASH is usually ALWAYS the smallest reward I get out of it.

I’m not motivated by cash, I’m motivated by experiences and results.

Yesterday, I was planning on heading down to Kenya and then South Africa for June/July
after I finish up with Europe…however, I think it’s time to go home again.
If the world vanished and all I was left with, was my mom and dad, I’d be fine.
If my parents vanished and I was left with the world…

I’d be destroyed.
So home I go. All my tickets and hotels have already been booked from Estonia down to Turkey
and back here to Amsterdam…
if it wasn’t for that, I’d already be home, celebrating with my dad.

Travel has been both a blessing and curse.
It’s shown me “reality” instead of fabrications and has kept my mind and heart
open to all.

But, has taken away a lot of time from those I love the most.
I have so many around the world in my heart but in the end, my parents are my top…
and I need to keep reminding myself of it, as I get sidetracked into “the rest.”

I LOVE YOU DAD!!!!!
See you SOON!
xoxoxo

Pics below, thanks to David Mackey.
Facebook has been awesome in that it helps me keep tabs and see what my parents are up to.
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I love seeing pics of them both. MOST are just of my mom out partying…
But, the ones where my parents are together and enjoying life…
I love the most.
(Just FYI friends, snap away for me please!!!)

When I look at this picture, all I want to do is JUMP in it and give my daddy a great big, strong hug.

This pic, also David Mackey’s caught my attention.
Look how the guy’s stare just beelines the crotch.
LOL

Right, ta ta for now.
Enjoy your Tuesday…………

David Mackey’s website:
http://www.thebahamasweekly.com/

 
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Posted by on April 17, 2012 in Death, Family, Life, Love, Motorcycles, Photography, Pictures, Travel

 

I Have…Returned! Cool motorcycles, automotive pre-war eye-candy, Turkish hot sauce, alcohol, alcohol and MORE alcohol.

I took the day off yesterday (from blog-world – couldn’t be arsed)
like a Romanian on their Orthodox Easter Sunday.
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(Many Orthodox churches base their Easter date on the Julian calendar)

Do these easter egg painting skillz make you feel inferior?

My friend Mark spotted this lovely beast when he went out for dinner the other night…
Nice, huh?
(Apparently the “lady” friend of the guy who owns this bike, is rather on the yum side.)
I dunno why he tells me that and doesn’t bring her to me?
(Quality “help” is a rarity nowadays)

Ran out of Tabasco, jumped into the Turkish market and picked this up.
Can’t put anything in my mouth without PEPPER!!!!!
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My lil Dragominator took this at the Second Saturday arts thingy in Sacramento, CA.
Sweet pic. I made a few tweeks. Didn’t really need it but I thought I’d have some
fun with it since I also changed the name of the brand.
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She said this: “Yeah I love how the colors came out. I could just eat that one in front. It looks like chocolate”
Did you KNOW that C-H-O-C-O-L-A-T-E
has the same amount of letters as: C-H-E-V-R-O-L-E-T?
Sweet, huh?
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Passed White’s today while going into Rotterdam.
It’s an upscale, LIKE UP-FUCKIN-SCALE brothel. If I remember the convo correctly, it’s $300
JUST to enter…
I talked to someone about it last year sometime. Their company takes clients there to “seal” deals.
Their “tab” went upwards to $30,000 one time.
(And THAT number MAY have been in Euros, not USD. I can’t remember now)
Link to site will be at the end of this entry. You’ll wanna check it out.

2 of the many, MANY glasses of port last night.

Cheersing to my dessert.
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Sweetie pie JoJo. Such a cutie.
Someone gave me a port in the wrong glass. Ummmm…the word “JIPPED” comes to mind?

Just plonkin’ around…as always.
Switched to white cuz we drank them out of red.
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Think I should give some of these key cards back?

See the plastic thingy that’s holding the lemon?
I think that’s one of the saddest and most wasteful inventions.
It’s used for like, what? The time it takes a waitress/bartender to deliver a drink?
And then possibly a few minutes thereafter then gets thrown away?
Wow.

One of the many buildings I appreciate in Rotterdam.
The green lights sporadically shift all over the building.
You know me… “LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHTSSSSSS!” Thank GOD I’m not a moth. I’d be dead by now.

Boohooooo. Cloudy day filled with bursts of drizzles. Oh Holland.

Went for a walk the other day and spotted this poster. It reminded me of my friend in NYC.
Whatchu think girl? C’mon. Kyant say dat ain’t you! <– Sorry, I went Bahamian for some reason.

This is only a sample. I’m so behind on the adventures.
Will put more pic stuff up tomorrow. TRUST me, you don’t wanna miss what happened this weekend!
Let’s just say it involves…a buncha nudity, getting oiled up by a cutie named Kimberly,
great food, Colombians and back injuries.
(May or MAY NOT be in the same order)

My little leave of absence has something to do in terms of my personal mental
journeys into solitude which in turn will change the “flow” and approach
of this blog.

I hope you enjoy the evolution!!!

XOXOXOX

Forgot to give you the link on the first upload. WHOOOPS.
White’s: http://www.coolveste.com

 

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I was ALMOST PIMPED-OUT Once (Just remembered)

He didn’t look like this…however, (funny) if you take it all off…almost could be him.
Same body and face shape.

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You’d think that’d be something no one forgets. Huh?
(I told you I have a BAD f-in memory!! However, I’m starting to think it’s because I have too many experiences?
And shit IN there!!!!)ย 

Funny that pimp came up cuz I was looking up pimples earlier this morning, before my nap, for an idea I have.

I was on this mission to OBTAIN THIS BLOODY ALBUM/SONG.
I’ve been trying to get Solage Ke Mwen by T-Vice.
I wanted to post it for the Haitian friend I met a few years ago in the Dominican Republic who
always says I forget about her.
Well, if she didn’t friggin’ CHANGE HER DAMN FACEBOOK name…
I could FIND HER ASS!

T-Vice isย a Hatian band.
I was introduced to it when I was in Haiti for a summer visiting one of my best friends from boarding school.
I was, errrrrrrrr…14?

Great times.
Slightly dangerous, but I wasn’t supposed to tell my mom.
Nothing major, just machine guns.
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I was on this site…

THIS is the actual CD cover.
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JUST as I got a 45 sec tease and EXCITED over HIGH-HEAVEN that
I’d finally get to purchase it…

and AFTER I signed up, etc
I get THIS:

Yeah, DUH, by ME!
But when I click on BUY NOW…this is what I’m repeatedly getting.
GRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!

I’m on this site now, giving it a shot.
Wish me luck!
If I get it downloaded, I’ll upload it so you guys can give it a listen.
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JUST as I was getting all excited…
checking out and the such

BOOM:

ย You mean, as in receiving an actual CD?!!?!?
**Crying on the inside**

I swear to God, ever since that time in Tampa where I ran away and left all my shit:
2 huge suitcases of clothes
(ALL designer back in the day. Polos were by far the cheapest at $50 or so a pop.)
ALL my CDs (Remember those case holders…yeah, about 5 of those big ones)
one of those big ass 100 + 1 CD changer, dual tape player entertainment consoles
and whatever else to run away…
(as I heard that my “friend” Bear and his girlfriend were going to try pimp me out.
My poor one guy shy of a virgin privates! OMG! HELL NO!)

I’ve been yearning for this CD.
The only thing out of everything I lost.
It’s the only thing that I want to replace but haven’t been able to.
When I know one of my Haitian friends are going to Haiti
I ask them to try and find it for me.
No luck.
Well, guess I can just order it and have it sent to the US where my camera and shoes
are waiting for me.

I’m going to have the camera picked up and sent to the Bahamas
cuz my brother Anthony will be there and can bring it back to me, here in Holland.
Bear’s uncle was a BIG TIME famous pimp who used to roll with a BIG NAME rapper
back in the late 1990s. God. I wish my memory were better.
YOU’D KNOW HIM.
TRUST ME.

Even if you don’t listen to rap.
It may come to me and I’ll let you know, once I know.
(I’mma go google rappers of the 90s after I finish this)
I guess Bear and his sissy-ass was trying to follow in his uncle’s footsteps.
Punk-ass bastard.

You think my life is colorful NOW!?!?!?
You shoulda had a GoPro on my head back in my Tampa days.
How I made it out alive during THOSE years…is the true mystery of my life.

I really wish I could listen to this song.
It brings back so many great feelings and memories just by thinking about
how much I loved it.
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I’m not one to ask for much…**WAAAAAAAAA**
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I think that’s why I can live without feining for material possessions
because between motorcycles, cars, jewelry, designer clothes, CDs, you name it
POOF.
I don’t have them.
Crashed (not by me – I find it hard to say “NO” when I know, if it were me, I’d like the answer to be “YES”
However, I’d be more RESPONSIBLE with other people’s SHIT!). Stolen. Lost. Left. Given away.

Besides all the shit I have stored at my parents house, (which is mostly sentimental shit)
all I have fits into ONE large suitcase
a carryon and a backpack.
I travel yearly, with just that.
And, right now, as I look around my hotel room…I feel I’m already surrounded by too much “STUFF.”

After living year after year like this…you begin to realize how much “unnecessary” shit
you accumulate. The only time I have to bulk up on shit is in colder climates.
I typical prepare for all seasons cuz I never know where life may take me.
However, with this long stint here in Europe (during some of the winter months)
I have decided, the COLD is definitely NOT for me anymore.
I went down to Brazil for 5 weeks.
All I had was my carryon and backpack.
THIS is the way to live!

Sandals…shorts…bikinis…tops…and a few dresses and a pair of heels to go out.
Simple.
NO thick ass jackets or jeans, etc.
Aaaaaack.
ONE pair of jeans is like equal to 3 beach shorts!
(in regards to packing.)

I was researching for this “commune” idea of mine as I want to have a place
as DETACHED from the world as possible…
and where I can grow yummy fruits, nuts and veggies.
Thailand, the DR and South America came to mind.
These places have people that don’t have so much…
where luxuries aren’t the “common”

however, they’ve got the freshest fruits and produce.
To where America and other developed nations need it shipped in.
Who’s really got the luxuries?

I ask?

Especially when these are the destinations those of “luxury”
go to escape their world?

Right. It’s 12:30PM. Shit, need to get or order something to eat.

ย I hope you are having a beautiful day.
I shared this with my friends the other day…cuz I was having such an amazing one.
I hope you like and it brings an extra ZEST to your day.

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2012 – MOTOGP VIP VILLAGE, Who’s in?!?! ASSEN, Netherlands. Not ASSTOMOUTH. :P

Let’s fuckin’ do this.
I wanna buy tickets, like, YESTERDAY. So please…anyone IN, let me know!!!!!!
Link to brochure at bottom of entry.

http://vipvillage.motogp.com/docs/VIP_Brochure_2012.pdf

 

Great ideas that become disastrous and silently rip the voids within…when there’s nothing left to grab

I just watched this movie a few hours ago. Seemed like a good idea at the time……..
LOL
But doesn’t every disastrous decision?
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Last Night with Keira Knightley.
I’ve never thought of Keira much. I enjoy most of her movies though and today…
I’ve come to appreciate her name. I like it. KNIGHT-ley.

I feel the movie was well executed?
However the ending left me, unsatisfied?
And, on the whole…it brought me to a place I try to run from.
The reason I fill myself with everything and anything that strikes my fancy.
One of the reasons I fly and jump, from place to place.
I need the change. It’s like a drug that numbs me with distractions.
Filling the emptiness.

The void of past experience that you sometimes forget
and actually TRY your best, to leave behind
but which SMACKS you down, hard on your ass when you least expect it
reminding you, that its still alive and well.

Following your every move, waiting.
Waiting for the moment you are weak and attacking you with its brute force.
Leaving you conscious, but unconscious and immobile at the same time.
Ripping you at your core…til you become the nothing you desire to release.

This is what happens when you are “graced” with perfection, and the world decides to
flip on its irony…and take it all away.
It is the fulfillment of every and anything you’ve ever NEVER dreamed of
and then having it drained right out of you.

Every

last

drop.

And with every last drop…a piece of you is taken away
leaving you emptier than before you were filled.

Now ain’t THAT a bitch.
SO what then?
SO what now?

I run.

I dive.

I breathe.

Because, that’s life, right?
Peaches and cream.
A meadow of golden sun.
And the rot that follows freshness.

Yes?

Everything we want…
yet

everything undesirable.

Fantastic.

ย As I was listening to this:
(I really like the beginning songs, when you get into mins 18 or so, it varies…for my ears, at least.)

I just laid back in my bed. Another hotel bed I find myself in.
Just staring.
Staring into the walls, then closing my eyes to the ceiling
letting the music just take me away.

It felt nice. It brought me some peace…
however, it may have had some help from the Mozart White Chocolate Cream Liquer
I got from my new, dear friend here, Nathalie.
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Finally finished.
Thanks again my love. You have been more of a blessing than you realize.

I came up with a cool idea for a friend.
Shit I can do, to bring a smile…always brings me one.
Especially if the SMILE’S gonna be HUGE.

However, as I came up with my MASTER plan…
and WHILE I was putting it into action
the website I needed, is “temporarily unavailable due to planned maintenance.”

HA HA HA

Just another one of life’s jokes. Huh?
K, well. I’m off. Pulling myself outta this room, grabbing a drink
(some…no, LOTS)
with a friend
and catching a movie and din din.

The sister of a dear friend I care a lot about posted this on my FB wall today.
It made me smile. She said it made her think of me.
Awwwwwwwww.
It’s always nice when people see things or experience things and it brings you to their mind.
(And vice versa)
Kinda crazy when you haven’t even met a person. (We connected through Facebook)
Physical time is becoming more and more
of an UN-necessity to me.

Sometimes, the more you don’t spend with a person, the more you get to know them.
Especially with the way we communicate nowadays.
Just because you haven’t seen someone, within arms reach…doesn’t mean you can’t love them.
At least, that’s how it is for me.

Right. Blah. Whatever. Time to make a move.

Happy BUNNY DAY!

ย XOXOXOXOX

 

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I just CREAMED my pants…CUM check out some of life’s Treasures. You know you wanna.

And it wasn’t for a motorbike…OR vibrator.
However, if this has enough “shake” to it…I’d slap my legs around it and take it for a spin.
My buddy Lamar posted this on Facebook.
Man.

This is like the (I’d say the 2010 Agusta MV 1000 F4) but I think most of you would understand…
DUCATI
of boat engines. Holy shit. Problem is, if I ever had these puppies on the back of a boat
in the Bahamas? It’d cause such a stir, they’d be gone once my back was turned.

I’d need to build one of those boat garages…WITH Tungsten 1 foot deep thick doors and strategically
place mines around the entrance and surrounding area.
Even then, I wouldn’t feel my babies were safe.

So I guess, the good news…is my fear is going to save me $70,000 a pop.
PHEW.

If you want more info…
http://www.seven-marine.com/motors/power-and-technology/

But IF…just IF I were to get these beautiful engines…
We’d have to join the forces.

The red two-wheeled slice of heaven.

The Red Hello Kitty Ferrari.

All of my sweetest’n’sexiest friends in their FINEST red bikinis…
Or not. Free will. Clothing optional…however, maybe AT LEAST a red scrunchie to keep with
the theme. I’d appreciate it. Thanks.

This one. (below) is mine. Don’t make me throw you off the boat, in VERY deep water
VERY, VERY far from any piece of land mass available.
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I can’t forget my Indy.
Need something for HER to play with as well.
HA HA HA
Bald and speedo. This is the best I could do honey, sorry!

Nah man. Those weren’t good enough for you.
HERE!!!!!

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Photoshopped for your fantasizing pleasure.

Photoshop makes life just THAT much more entertaining…doesn’t it?
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Diana. I dunno man. Your guy, is followin’ me! Where do you see “red speedo” anywhere here?

Right.
So, who’s in???

 

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