been bangin’ this one out a lot…track goes hard.

This was our last day in Philly –> =( sad face….so we wanted to try and get in and little bit of sightseeing before we left for the bus station!

Breakfast was included in our booking so Kate, Hol and I decided we would head down to the cafe and grab something before going out!  There was so much food to have, thank god we were pretty hungry – omelette’s, toast, cereal, muffins, pastries, bagels, fruit, yoghurt, and the best one – waffles!!  We piled up our plates with as much food as we could possibly stomach, and I can tell you we have probably never been so full afterwards as we were that morning!

Now the waffles they had on offer you had to make yourself.  The batter you poured from this little machine in to a cup and then you pour that in to the waffle maker!!  First time round – we have a successful waffle.  The second one I was making for Hol, even though she didn’t want to eat it, but also this time round – FAIL!!  I think I may have poured a little too much batter in to the cup and then in to the waffle maker, because the batter started to leak out the side of the machine and go absolutely everywhere!  It was funny watching it, but I was sneakily looking out the corner of my eye for any of the hotel staff to make sure I wouldn’t get in to trouble for making a big mess, haha!!  The waffle came out looking a little like underground cave, with stalactites surrounding it!  Hol didn’t really want to eat it, but she tried it even though I failed at making it!!

After breakfast we headed in to Love Park in the city centre.  When I was in Philly last time I recall the fountain being coloured pink for breast cancer awareness month and hoped that seeing as we were there at the same time again things would not have changed – success!!  The fountain was coloured pink!  It was turning out to be such a hot day we pretty much had sweat dripping off us.  Because we had spent so much time enjoying and laughing over breakfast we didn’t have much time to stay and do much sightseeing, so we took a few photos, posed a few times in front of the statue, pretended to fall in the fountain, and then walked everywhere to find a taxi before heading back to the hotel to grab our bags and head back to New York!

After heading back to the hotel, we all decided not to walk back to the bus station but grab several taxi’s instead, so we hailed the first 2 we could see and it was off to the bus station we go!  We arrived there a little early, so Rachael, Hol, Shez and Kayla picked up a few souvenirs at a little place around the corner whilst Kate and I minded the hundreds of bags we all had.  The time came for us to hop on to the bus, but before hand our bags had to be scanned by a guy with a metal detector, to make sure we weren’t carrying any weapons with us – haha, as if any of us would carry anything like that anyways!

Now I’m pretty sure this is the point that I was to later be devastated about!  I am assuming that when the guy came around and swiped my bag that the metal detector somehow interfered with the memory card in my camera, as later on that night I was to find out that ALL of my photos from the time we arrived in the US up to and including that morning had all disappeared – these included all the photos from the gig the night before as well!

Anyway we made the 2 hour journey back to New York!  That night we were going to meet up with Dina and Jamie again and some of the other guys from UK and Europe at the Hard Rock Cafe, then head out to Angel’s and Kings (Butch Walker’s bar) for a night of good food and possibly way too many drinks!

We were already to head out in to Time’s Square when I had an feeling that something was not quite right with my camera, so I sat down at reception, turned it on to look at all the photos to find out there were only the 3 I had just taken of some candles on there.  The rest were literally black spaces!  So I was starting to freak out just a tiny little bit, my hands were shaking, palms were sweaty and my heart was racing a million miles an hour!  Kate was with me so I tried putting my memory card in to her camera to see what would happen!  This time no black spaces, but no pictures at all!!  They had completely gone!  All that was going over in my head, was what the f**k happened to all my photos, where had they all gone, and why would this be happening?!  So many things going through my mind!  I went around to the group of computers thinking they might have a slot that I could put the memory card in to the computer to see if they were there, but no luck, they didn’t have the attachment!

I had this awful feeling of anger and dread come over me, and I was so upset I couldn’t physically head in to the city and be in a miserable mood, so I decided not to go out, and headed back up stairs to our room to try and figure things out!  The lift was taking absolutely forever to head down to the ground floor, so I made the decision to run/ walk up 6 flights of stairs to our room!  I just had to get there, so I could yell and scream and cry with no one seeing me!

I was up there for maybe 5 minutes before Shez and Kate came up to find out what had happened!  I was balling my eyes out and was so angry – I couldn’t believe that all my photos had gone!  There was maybe 100+ photos on the card and they were all gone!  Hol came up a little bit later, and we sat there for a little while discussing the possible options of what could have happened and what we could possibly do to retrieve the photos!  Best option though was not to use the card again and to buy a new one!  Shez rang a friend of her’s back in Sydney who is a photographer and deals with problems like this all the time!  He had suggested to take it to a digital recovery place or a computer store to see if they could retrieve the photos!  He also said that it is highly possible that we could be able to get them all back, so that made me a little happier!

After about half an hour of discussions and the threat of being tickled to death I was a little happier and decided to head in to Times Square to meet up with the guys!  The taxi  that Rachael, Hol and I got in to the driver had no idea where the Hard Rock Cafe was, even though we gave him clear instructions of where it actually was, so we made him drop us off just outside of Time’s Square and we would walk the rest of the way!

We eventually got out of the taxi, and headed to the Hard Rock!  On our way I stopped at a camera place and picked up a new memory card and we also bumped in to Mark, one of P!nk’s main security guards!  Out of the all people in NY we happen to bump in to someone we know, haha, that was classic!

After our little escapade, we made it to the Hard Rock Cafe where the others were patiently waiting for us!  We headed down stairs to grab a table so we could grab something to eat and a few drinks before catching up with Jamie and Dina!

After having some potato skins for dinner, and downing 2 Sex on the Beach drinks we were ready to head off to meet Jamie and Dina when Jamie rang saying that they had left Angel’s and King’s and were back at their hotel!  We were keen to stick around for a bit so we suggested they come in to Time’s Square and we could sit around and chat for a little while!

I think by about 2 am we were all pretty tired so we all decided to head back to the hotel for a good night’s sleep as the next day was going to a big one – show day number 2 and our meet and greet!

Some photos taken throughout the day….

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I-au speriat pana si pe nudisti! Nimeni nu stie daca protagonistii filmuletului erau impreuna de mai multa vreme sau abia se cunoscusera pe plaja batuta de vanturi.

Cert e ca domnul inca mai pastreaza o umbra de decenta si nu renunta la camasa, in timp ce munceste de zor la asigurarea dupa-amiezei perfecte.

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It would take 22 Sex on the Beachs to kill me

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It would take 19 shots of Tequila to kill me

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It would take 21 bottles of Heineken to kill me

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It would take 16 Screwdrivers to kill me

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It would take 15 Vodka Martinis to kill me

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It would take 22 glasses of Red Wine to kill me

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The beach is hot but the game is on
Coach can’t hide in shade today
Cause my girls are working magic in the sand
They dig deep, volley perfect, and slam the balls over the net
the whole audience is in a trance from these toned witches spell

There going strong casting Hex’s on the other crew
Cause in the end both teams know what the loosers got to do
and this sun is hot enough to grill human flesh
Focus back on the game My girls are serving up match point
Damn compettition made a perfect spike

No they made the save and its our turn to hit em with that fire
yes we won the crowd roars for the undefeated champs putting another crew out to dry
the customary shaking of hands ends with a grimace as my witches lay back in the sand
the team loosers come by and remove winner panties to se whats been grilling underneath
team looser services my winners tilllustful screams are the only sound

Yesterday was Dani’s 18th birthday! I remember last year I think I told people to go to her blog to wish her a happy birthday. DO IT AGAIN! Even though you’re a day late.

So last night Andrew and Za- had planned a surprise celebration of sorts for Dani. They’d gone to the Wonderland Ice Skating rink.

Carmaine and I took the train to the city together, because we weren’t going to go ice-skating. Got to the Wonderland place (which is on HarbourTown)  at past seven, and watched April, Si, Za-, Andrew, Dani and Kud ice skate for a while. It was getting cold already! I wasn’t wearing enough (that is, I was wearing a shirt and shorts. It was pretty windy, alright?)

They finished ice skating at around half past seven, because D.P. was texting saying she was freezing her ass off outside the Medici the restaurant we were going to eat at. We walked down to the restaurant (Si said it was in one direction and everyone else walked in another. I said we should follow Si because “Simon says”), and felt really awesome walking in when everyone else waited for a table, because Za- and Andrew had already made a reservation.

Za- made a fail move when she sat down on the small individual tables instead of the large table for 11 people…I laughed.

Sat down, and ordered a few drinks and the food. At some point Dysh- and her boyfriend came along, and then Talinoob also came along. (Mel had left by this point, I forgot to mention.) Dani and I, for old times’ sake, did another sugar-shot. To Englang, we toasted, and downed that packet of coffee sugar.

So we started doing the whole joking around thing that Andrew loves so much. Last year for Dani’s birthday the theme and butt of all jokes were how small Carmaine’s eyes were. This year it was how mentally retarded I look/act, how Dani’s pretty much a crazed arsonist, and how Carmaine is probably on steroids, to explain why she’s so freaking tall when the rest of the “family” isn’t.

The “family”, by the way, is a Facebook joke where Andrew and Dani are the parents of Eunice, Bianca, Carmaine and myself. Eunice and Bianca had since took themselves off the family list (or never joined it) so just Carmaine and myself. D.P. is our Auntie. I am the effing son/brother. Since I’m the only one who bears some resemblance to Andrew (another long running joke) we figured that Carmaine had to be adopted. Still, Andrew realized the reason Carmaine doesn’t seem to fit into the family is because she’s on steroids. When Andrew first said, “Holy crap my family is fucked up. I got an arsonist for a wife, a mentally retarded son and a daughter who’s on steroids.” Carmaine laughed, and then asked, “Wait, who’s the one on steroids?”

Guess the steroids got to her brain?

I ordered a Midori drink thing, which Za- said she’d shout me. D.P. ended up taking it, so I ordered myself a Japanese Slipper which is Midori, cointreau and lemon juice. When that came, Carmaine took a sip and made a face because it was quite strong. I liked it. I made April promise to make me one some day because she knows how. She ordered a Sex On The Beach (I told her to text Vania about it).

Then Za-drank about half of it, all the time saying, “Oh man I get sick at the sight of liquer!” Weird girl.

So because Za- took my drink, she decided to shout me a Baileys (which Julia knows is my favorite).

We had heaps of sexual connotative jokes – look if we freaking ordered a Sex On The Beach and D.P. started getting a bit tipsy you know sexual jokes are gonna show up. In this case…actually I think, in the interest of not publicly shaming Carmaine, I won’t repeat what that 2 handed joke was.

Then Andrew started trying to finish all the food people didn’t finish, like the ravioli, risotto and the pasta Carmaine didn’t want (she ended up eating some of my gnocchi). He got really full and started acting really stoned, and then he had some of Dani’s Sex On The Beach (everyone had some Sex On The Beach with Dani, apparently. It was a good birthday for her) and went really red in the face.

We then started playing Chinese whispers. D.P. thought it would be oh-so-funny to start something along the lines of “Peter Pepper Poked A…” etc which I, as the 3rd last person, got as “Peter Poked Her Peter Poked Her”.

Left at around nine thirty, and took Talinoob and D.P. through Docklands to get them back to Flinders (I was worried because they were walking in slight zigzags and hooting like hyenas) but in the end we (Carmaine and myself) ditched them at a tram stop and walked to Southern Cross. Southern Cross didn’t run Glen Waverley so we took a train back to Flinders and then took a Glen Waverley. Gave Carmaine a ride home, and then contemplated blogging this before bed on the iTouch. Thought hell no, and fell asleep until about 8:30 or so this morning when I got woken up by my parents yelling at each other.

So, happy birthday Dani my darling dearest doodoo! Haha I said doodoo.

I love you!

Alex

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

C’est à peu près le niveau littéraire des techniques de drague dont j’ai été le cobaye. Typiquement, l’indien puceau de 24 ans qui sort du Punjab pour la première fois a entendu parler du Monde du Cul avec autant d’emphase que de la montagne magique de Shiva.

Son terrain de chasse préféré est la discothèque, parce que selon ses propres termes : « boys have many girlfriends there ».

Dans son manuel de conversation, la page « Que dire ? » a été brûlée par le red chilli. Il s’en remet donc à ses restes de terminale pour trouver une ligne d’attaque en français : « Boubou, savabdon ? » (Décryptage en cours, toutes contributions acceptées).

On peut comprendre son excitation

Certes, il a aussi compris qu’il y avait des étapes. First step : se présenter. Second step : parler avec elle et gagner sa confiance. Third step : le numéro de téléphone. Fourth step : le rendez-vous. Fifth step : le sexe. Mais avec l’émotion, ça donne plutôt : « Hello what’s your good name? What country from? You have a phone number? You like it on the beach ? »

Le Monde du Cul ferme en général ses portes à cet instant, avec un WHAM qui laisse le Punjabi pantois. A noter que les Américaines prennent généralement la peine d’adoucir le coup par un « oooh nooooooo I’m so sorry » chuintant.

Digger denne sangen minner meg om 3 ting; Hersa, Murphys & Bardisken<3

Noen andre enn meg som savner sommeren eller. Jeg liker at vi har mange årstider, men når man våkner med 8kuldegrader ute og er blitt syk lengter hvertfall jeg fort tilbake til varme laaaaaange dager i sommerheten på Kreta!

De Mexicaanse griep is actueler maar met al die vogels is vogelgrieppreventie in Knokke allicht prangender.

De homo vogulus nudus, ook bekend als homo fornicus komt bij mooi weer buiten. Bij de broedplaats loopt de homo vogulus nudus heen en weer op zoek naar een andere homo vogulus nudus om te paren. Soms is de vogulus wat preutser en houdt hij zijn lenden bedekt.

Ik heb ook een videoclipje, maar ik vrees dat YouTube het niet zal aanvaarden. Getrokken in Knokke, tegen de Nederlandse grens.

Today was Vania’s 18th birthday, and we had her birthday party at April’s place.

Got there before anyone else did, win. Vania came later on, and got stuff set up. Brought a respektable amount of alcohol so that April can make sex on the beach.

I still snigger when I say that.

Got Singstar set up, and started warming up with a few songs. Bo came, then Bel and Julia, then Li-. We really got into the swing of things and then we played Pass The Mic and that was stupid hard.

April and I did battle on Grace Kelly by Mika. We actually did pretty well. It’s a good song.

Aristarchus, April’s cat, rubbed himself on everyone and everything that came along.

Mimay and Fah- came along much later, and then Lily left. We had ice cream cake, and then just before Vania cut the cake, we (or me) suggested that Vania do a shot before she cuts the cake. April got her a Vodka and Schnapps shot, and Soph yelled “Oh my god, give her a chaser, she’ll die.”

Then April made sex on the beach.

Snigger.

Sang a bit more, Julia and I owned on “Don’t Hold Back” by the Potbelleez (or however you spell their band name) and then started watching 10 Things I Hate About You.

Everyone pretty much left at that point, and then when Vania left, Julia, Bel and I decided to bid our farewells as well.

It was fun, because everytime someone left we sang happy birthday.

Julia sneezed a lot. Like. A lot. I think Bel counted to 12 (?) in a row.

Played Tap Tap Revenge on the train home. Need to download more songs.

Alex.

En stund siden eg har skreve nå som det har vært helg igjen, det e sånn som skjer.. Sist uka var det i hvertfall ikje mye fint vær.. Eg kjøpte meg pyjamas på fredagen sånn at eg kunne få sova godt uten å fryse i hjel under lagenet me har som “dyna”. Siden den butikken eg kjøpte pyjamasen i hadde minste størrelse 10/12 endte eg opp med størrelse 38/40 i pyjamas. Greit me litt romslige armer og bukså langt oppå magen :)  siden treningssenteret her nere e så fattigt har eg til og me kjøpt meg badedrakt og badehette (såg heilt forferdeligt ut!!) sånn at eg kan trena i innebassenget me å svømma lengde.

På lørdag solte me oss fram te kl 3, så blei me henta av Ove som tok oss me på Ranchbesøk på oppsiå av Marbella. Vilja har litt fobi mot hester så hu ska begynne å ta ridetimer der mens eg vil veldig gjerna dra på 2-timers terrengtur i fri natur. Det måtte me ver ei gruppa på minst 3 og maks 10 for å få te og de som skulle værme måtte kunne ri (i dette tilfelle kunne galoppere). Eg e ennå på leit itte folk som har såpass erfaring at de kan værme sånn at me kan få te ein sånnein tur. Hadde vært så kjekt!! Kl 10 va det taco middag-buff’e hos Birgitte og Malin. Det skulle jo festas sånn så spanjolene gjør det så då e det mat, vors og så ut på byen. Me endte opp på byen i 2-tiden og va hjemma igjen kl 07. Va på “Old Town”, “Baren bak Heavens gate som me aldri huske navne på” og “Heavens Gate” den kvelden. Kan vel sei at det blei ein vellykka “spansk-aften” bortsett fra at samtlige fekk for mye (då snakke me kje bare om ein!). Men det e allerede glemt.. Takke alle for ein fantastisk kjekke middag hvertfall, så ende me det mens leken e go

Gjestene

Søndag va flere i slaget fram te langt utpå ettermiddagen.. e vel kanskje ein bivirkning av å gå hjem full fra byen når kl e 8 om morgenen men putt putt. Soling og soving med bassenget blei det hvertfall og litt shopping. Ellers va det ein tidlige kveld. Eg klare tvinga meg te å se ein film så kl blei 22:00 når eg la meg.. då va eg skutt!

Mandags morgen va greie.. Våkna me godt sagt stive nakke og rygg og det sko te både et knekk her og der før eg kom meg opp av sengå. Stod opp, va på skolen og hjem igjen. Ikje bare e lakenet som me sove i tynt, men putene e de mest gigantiske rektangelforma greiene eg har sett.. Ja, eg savne fortsatt sengå mi.

I think my first erotic story is almost ready to release – so I was working on the cover tonight and I wanted to share it and get your thoughts. Does this say sex on the beach to you? More important – would it capture your attention and make you want to read more?

This is a teaser from this story -

On the Boardwalk

The sun is shining, there’s a cool breeze on a hot day – the breeze is blowing off the ocean and waves are crashing in front of you. We can almost feel the pulsing of the waves – you have that look on your face that tells me your mind is drifting and I watch as you close your eyes. It’s the middle of the week and this wooden boardwalk leads to a house that is on a virtually deserted beach. Seagulls fly overhead – but we’re the only two people for a mile.

I don’t know what you’re thinking and you don’t know I’m standing right behind you – yet. You’re wearing a button down shirt with only the lower couple of buttons buttoned and a pair of shorts that accentuate your cute ass and they are slightly baggy in the front. I love that style and I know what the baggy material is hiding. Speaking of hiding, soon that bulge will be obvious to you and me soon——

Standing just behind you, I run a fingernail along the base on your neck just inside your shirt collar and I lean forward and tilt my head. I notice the small twitch in your shoulders as I make figure eights along the edge of your shoulder blade with the tip of my nails.

You tilt your head to the side and I move to kiss the crease where your shoulder and neck come together. There’s a faint salty taste to your skin from the ocean mist. I kiss your neck and move my lips to the other side of your neck where I feel your heartbeat. I nuzzle your neck with my lips and gently nibble on your earlobes, your heart beats faster and harder.

Where is your favorite place to be kissed?

I’m listening to Sex Drive Radio tonight and Dr Ava and Jackie are talking about “hot spots”. So – where you want to be kissed can definitely tell us about our hot spots. But hot spots can also means where geographically you want to be kissed.

I know the absolute most favorite place to be kissed on a woman’s body – but let’s dial it back just a little bit. Before a lover goes down on us – where else would we like to be kissed? I said, before — definitely not eliminating oral sex – just postponing for a little while.

My favorite place to be kissed is on my neck and almost any spot on the neck is fine. Some other places can include my wrist, my feet, my toes (along with sucking my toes – although my feet are very ticklish, but done right, that makes it an even bigger turn on), my ears (and sucking on my ear lobe) and on my chest or stomach. One thing about being kissed on my chest is that usually my lover is working his way down my body – so the anticipation can be wonderful.

I’ve talked to women who want a man to rush to give her oral sex – but it seems that these woman can be missing out of so many erotic sensations. Don’t get me wrong, there are times when I don’t want long drawn out foreplay, but other times —— ummmmmm….

So – where is your favorite place to be kissed? Do you have a place where you hate to be kissed?

Spankers – Sex On The Beach

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