tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90083078660458743902024-03-14T01:36:30.518-04:00My Life is Ridiculous!This is the ongoing memoir of my ridiculous life...Marcus Roman Kusiakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15812673620801936072noreply@blogger.comBlogger290125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008307866045874390.post-79963646448464140252011-04-17T11:36:00.000-04:002011-04-17T11:36:37.999-04:00"I'm not telling you to make the world better, because I don't think that progress is necessarily part of the package. I'm just telling you to live in it. Not just endure it, not just suffer it, not just pass through it, but to live in it. To look at it. To try to get the picture. To live recklessly. To take chances. To make your work and take pride in it. To seize the moment. And if should ask me why you should bother to do that, I could tell you that the grave's a fine and private place, but none I think do there embrace. Nor do they sing there, or write, or argue, or see the tidal bore on the Amazon, or touch their children. And that's what there is to do and get it while you can and good luck at it"Marcus Roman Kusiakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15812673620801936072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008307866045874390.post-34914599456500179332011-04-17T11:31:00.001-04:002011-04-17T11:31:31.787-04:00Judas - Lady GShe's done it again!<br />
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So ya, here I am with the good intentions of getting my free green tea - thanks to my trusty punch card - and reading my Nelson Mandela autobiography when all I keep doing in listening to this couple at my 1 o'clock (approximately 10 feet away) having a lovers quarrel, discussing their issues with the relationship, over what appears to be a chai latte for her and a medium roast coffee and cookie for him. See it's bad! I know WAY too much about this couple that I technically haven't met, but have "known" for an hour. Even though I know the status of their relationship (just waiting to find out how long they've been together; although if I had to guess it would be for just under a year), I even know her job and what parts of it she finds difficult and the fact that this extremely attractive guy of hers has shown her little sympathy on that front. Ok, some people may have caught on to that last part....so I MAY have started this whole spying on their convo as a byproduct of sneaking glances at him with the grey v-neck with no intentions of actually listening to their heart-to-heart. (For the record....I think he may be onto my snooping/staring hahaha. But don't be fooled....attraction isn't the only thing that grabs me to eavesdrop - it's just a great start! I know that the girl (Katie) at the tables beside me is in an Intro to Philosophy course at university and is having a hard time with grasping Kant's theories and as a result is distracting herself with music, chatting with friends, and MySpace (who even uses that anymore?!). Then there's the guys in the corner by the window (my favourite seat in here but it was already taken by them). They're a group of 5 guys who all live in the area and are catching up on daily life things and about upcoming gay events in the area and trying to coordinate who's going to what and with who. <br />
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And all this spying I'm doing (although spying sounds so negative and.....almost illegal) is going on while still, as slow as it's going, I'm reading my book. It's a skill I'm kinda proud of. lol. While in Dominican Republic just last month with my friend, I knew everything about everyone on the beach/at the resort and still managed to read two books while scoping everyone out. <br />
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Side-note: just witnessed some guy pummelling another guy RIGHT outside the coffee shop and slamming his head against the glass - created a bit of commotion. Nobody was bleeding, barfing, or brain damaged, so I just sat tight and let the 13 other people rush outside to assess. <br />
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I've always been curious where the term "eavesdropping" came from. According to Black's Law Dictionary, "e<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">avesdropping</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> is the act of secretly listening to the private conversation of others without their consent.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> This is commonly thought to be </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">unethical." The term is apparently from people listening in through a window (under the eaves) to conversations being had inside. Now these are two completely different things.....overhearing conversations going on all around me while in public vs me sitting outside someone's bedroom window listening to a couple discussing financial issues in the privacy of their own home. So now is eavesdropping still considered unethical if I'm overhearing a private conversation in public? And is it really a private conversation at all if I can hear it while sitting at my spot? </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Not that I plan to stop anytime soon because it really fascinates me to see and hear what make people tick. In fact, I wish I had better hearing so I could listen-in even easier. lol. But I wonder if I'm considered unmoral or whatever all because people choose to have their conversations where others can overhear them.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And for the record....the couple fixed their issues before they left the coffee shop ;)</span></span>Marcus Roman Kusiakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15812673620801936072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008307866045874390.post-10252832385463895312011-04-08T13:51:00.000-04:002011-04-08T13:51:05.720-04:00Dancing Tonight - Kat DeLuna ft Fo Onassis<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MyMrZV1I1EM" title="YouTube video player" width="400"></iframe>Marcus Roman Kusiakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15812673620801936072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008307866045874390.post-69216972946359615382011-04-07T17:58:00.000-04:002011-04-07T17:58:13.963-04:00Try your hand at fisting?"Babe sorry for trying to fist you last night": That is the text message my good friend received from her boyfriend the other day. The conversation began with my friend asking for my opinions on fisting.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I said </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"it scares me and I think it can easily do serious and permanent damage. It's one of the few sexual acts I would never attempt". I feel as though I should continue by following this up by saying that my aversion to personally participating in this sexual fetish does in no way mean that I think others should or shouldn't do it; rather that if they are interested, they should do the necessary research into how to perform it as safely as possible.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">Since fisting can be seen as a pretty risqu</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">é</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"> thing - and often viewed as a taboo subject even amongst the most sexual-minded of folk; I was curious how one brings up wanting to fist someone. I consider myself a very liberal guy, and I was a sexual health educator for 3 years as well as work with people who've been (or are) in the sex trade. Yet somehow, this is one of the topics I wondered how it was discussed in a sexual way (since I'm more than aware of how to discuss fisting in a sexual health sense). I mean, it's not like "slipping" into the wrong hole while going at it hard; because a fist - especially a large handed male fist - won't "slip" into an unsuspecting vagina or anus without a LOUD scream and the recipient being left with no sphincter action anymore resulting in needing a lifetime supply of pads to absorb all drainage that will fall out. So is this a discussion usually done prior to sex just like while "shooting the shit" (dunno if that's even a pun), or is it something that is discussed in the heat of the moment while doing the dirty (that pun was intended lol). This was my friend's response to my question of how her situation arouse....</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My friend: Moaning while in the throws of ecstasy while being fingered.</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Her lover: "You know I bet if we tried I could fit my whole hand in there".</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My friend: No longer moaning but rather concerned - "WTF?!"</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Her lover: "Oh don't be such a baby".</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My friend: "Let me fist your asshole and you can fist my vag".</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Her lover: "Not going to happen"</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;">That's how it went down for my friend, but that's not necessarily how it would go down for most people lol. It could've had a completely different outcome had the "WTF" changed to a "Ok let's try and make me your marionette!" hahaha. Or as my other friend said today while we were driving talking about fisting: "If he's fucking you hardcore and then slips out and punches you.....I don't know if you'd notice". Hahahaha.</span><br />
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q63JbDWa1hg/TZ4xbH3g50I/AAAAAAAAA4A/oALkm3keDTw/s1600/fisting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q63JbDWa1hg/TZ4xbH3g50I/AAAAAAAAA4A/oALkm3keDTw/s200/fisting.jpg" width="166" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;">I'm REALLY not trying to make fisting seem like some horrible sex act that shouldn't be done or anything, because I totally think if it works for you...work it! Whatever gets you and your partner off....all the power to ya - even if it's punching power! I would just hope that while fisting or attempting fisting (just as I hope for all sexual activities) that people know the risks and benefits and are doing everything they can to be as safe as possible. And just cause fisting isn't for me (or my friend at the moment), doesn't mean that you shouldn't try your hand at it (man these fisting puns are so much fun!) </span>Marcus Roman Kusiakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15812673620801936072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008307866045874390.post-51958335332702446592011-04-03T12:41:00.000-04:002011-04-03T12:41:18.987-04:00Irish Anti-Bullying Campaign<object style="height: 390px; width: 400px;"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lrJxqvalFxM?version=3"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lrJxqvalFxM?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="400" height="390"></object>Marcus Roman Kusiakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15812673620801936072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008307866045874390.post-82510347488383931502011-04-03T12:38:00.000-04:002011-04-03T12:38:28.931-04:00Spring is here!I think it's finally here ladies and gents.....SPRING! After being jerked around constantly by Mother Nature - with it being nice and sunny, then get shit on with snow - I think I going to risk the jinx and say it.......spring is here!<br />
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I love that the sun is out more often than not now and that the days are getting longer. I can now go to work my night shifts when it's dusk and be leaving work to come back home after my 12 hour shifts and the sun is rising for dawn; as opposed to darkness ALL THE TIME!<br />
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The only thing I don't like about spring is the melting of everything resulting in everything being dirty and muddy. As much as I need to OD on antihistamines with all the newly pollen-releasing flowers - I still love spring even if I have to see it through watery, itchy, swollen eyes :P<br />
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Spring is going to be something I will miss next year when I'm living in Australia. Although, I feel as though I can cope without spring if I just focus on the beaches and oceans and tans and accents and hot weather and sexy Aussies and the foreign exotic-ness of being in Australia over being in Canada.<br />
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I can't wait till my first patio beer of the season (which will probably be this week since I'm off tuesday till sunday. So who's available? lol). <br />
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I'm looking forward to making the most of this final spring before my departure from North America for an undetermined amount of time. So come on Mother Nature, let's make it a good one.....preferably with less allergies and rain ;)Marcus Roman Kusiakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15812673620801936072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008307866045874390.post-57972630831445163272011-04-03T12:26:00.000-04:002011-04-03T12:26:13.615-04:00ET - Katy Perry ft. Kanye West<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/t5Sd5c4o9UM" title="YouTube video player" width="400"></iframe>Marcus Roman Kusiakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15812673620801936072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008307866045874390.post-75412266362622191802011-04-01T22:11:00.002-04:002011-04-01T22:11:30.994-04:00Man on Barbara<object style="height: 390px; width: 400px;"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M1ju0oHvGSo?version=3"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M1ju0oHvGSo?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="400" height="390"></object>Marcus Roman Kusiakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15812673620801936072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008307866045874390.post-47893589194376372842011-04-01T21:25:00.000-04:002011-04-01T21:25:11.231-04:00Where Do Homosexuals Get All Their Energy?<div id="content" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 10px;"><div class="article" id="article_11319" style="clear: both; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: auto; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;">Read this article on The Onion.......</span></span></div><div class="article" id="article_11319" style="clear: both; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: auto; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"><div class="title" style="float: left; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: 900; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Where Do Homosexuals Get All Their Energy?</div><div class="byline" style="clear: left; float: left; font-size: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px;">Brandon Kelley <span class="date" style="color: #bbbbbb;">06.27.07</span></div><div class="articlebody" style="clear: both;"><div class="commentary_image" style="float: left; margin-right: 10px;"><a href="http://mobile.theonion.com/articles/where-do-homosexuals-get-all-their-energy,11319/" style="color: #14517b; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;"><img alt="" border="0" height="101" src="http://o.onionstatic.com/images/personalities/personality/623/Where-Do_jpg_90x150_upscale_q85.jpg" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" width="90" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px;">Boy, am I beat. And it's not like I have some crazy life where I'm working three jobs and going to night school. No, I just have one job and a small apartment. I don't even have a pet to look after. Even so, it seems that no matter what I do, there's always more. If they put another eight hours in the day, I might be able to catch up on the laundry list of chores I have, or even just my laundry, if I were lucky. But you know who really gets it done? Homosexuals.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px;">I know what you're saying: Brandon, you're just perpetuating the stereotype that homosexuals are superhuman. That is totally not true. All I'm saying is, with their boundless energy and talents, they make us straight guys look bad.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px;">Just look at the way they dress. They must get up bright and early just to figure out how to match their homosexual outfits. They do this, plus take the time to have a nice, hot morning bath. And they eat, too. Homosexuals know that breakfast is the most important meal of the day. By 8 a.m., they are out the door, fully rested and raring to go.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px;">For me, just shopping for a new pair of shoes is exhausting. I try on maybe one or two new pairs, and I'm ready to call it a day. But a homosexual can sit for hours in Barney's tirelessly trying on dozens of pairs, and when he finds the one he wants, why, he's ready to wear those shoes out to a homosexual club and dance all night. What vim!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px;">And that's another thing: Even after partying all night, homosexuals must have to work a lot in order to earn enough money for their active lifestyles. After all, meals at the trendiest restaurants in town don't grow on trees. So they go to their jobs as designers and lawyers and architects and work hard to afford all these things. Their busy minds are always whirring, whirring, whirring.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px;">They're no slouches at home, either—they always have to be fixing something. Homosexuals are the first ones to go into a bad neighborhood, buy a beautiful old building, restore it to its former grandeur, and then wait until a coffee shop opens on the block. Or they open one themselves! Do you understand? They don't even have a coffee shop when they move into the neighborhood. I can't get anything done without a cup of good coffee.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px;">And do you know what they do after restoring a building? To the gym! They pump iron and play racquetball like they were tying their shoes. It's nothing to them. Or they go jogging in an urban riverside park and take their dogs with them. And as they do these things, they effortlessly carry on the most sparkling conversations filled with witty bon mots and juicy innuendo. That physical activity frees up their minds and gives them ideas for their next play or painting. Imagine being able to run six miles a day and make indelible contributions to the arts and letters of our country. Phew! I get tired just thinking about it!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px;">And don't remind me about those gallery openings. After a hard day of work, I was barely able to drag my ass down to the last one. I told myself, I'm not doing this again anytime soon! But it would never occur to homosexuals to think those things. The moment I walked in, there they were, dressed impeccably and criticizing the choice of wine. They'd even prepared these fantastic hors d'oeuvres trays. Ever heard of jicama? Well, if you're homosexual, you have. It's a very tasty vegetable and, though exotic, an ideal choice for a light appetizer. Naturally!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-top: 2px;">So I ask, where do they get all their energy? Is it from all that meth? I've heard it's an epidemic in the homosexual community, and it may explain how they can charge through their day. But that doesn't seem like the whole explanation. Perhaps it's the centuries of persecution that's kept them on their toes. Or maybe homosexual sex is simply more invigorating and satisfying. Or could it be that their quest to be perfect is a way to compensate for their families' shame? It's a mystery to me! But whatever it is, it sure seems to be working.</div><div><br />
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Even though the working like a crazy fool preparation for the trip was insane (up to 6 12 shifts one week), the trip was worth it!<br />
We were supposed to be Emilie and Myself along with my really good friend Brandon in California (known is some circles -ie between him and I haha- as "America") and his friend Melissa; however, because conflicts of trying to coordinate a trip departing from two different locations and scheduling issues, it ended up only being Emilie and I on this trip. Although, Em and I are going back to California in May to see Brandon again, so it'll all still work out. Plus...there's always next year's trip Brandon, if you're still up for going? Haha.<br />
I worked had banked up some overtime hours so that the night before we flew out (our plane was scheduled for 6am), I worked till 3am; grabbed my mini suitcase that I had brought to work with me, and cabbed to the airport to meet Emilie. We got through security no problems and then the waiting game began. Around 4am there seemed to be a lot of red and flashing lights coming from outside where the plane was. Apparently, one of the crew members loading luggage on the plane, feel off the ramp and critically injured themself when the fell on their neck and back. We were told we'd have to wait till the Ministry of Transportation inspected the scene (how many people think the Ministry is awake and working at 4 in the morning? They're not.) Although, by 8am we were boarding and on our way to Dominican.<br />
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_dLMO2A3Gw4/TZDSyGWwNsI/AAAAAAAAA3s/RrPIqNM7OYo/s1600/DSCF1496.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_dLMO2A3Gw4/TZDSyGWwNsI/AAAAAAAAA3s/RrPIqNM7OYo/s200/DSCF1496.JPG" width="200" /></a>We arrived in Punta Cana airport where we grabbed our bags, paid out $10 entrance fee and got in a van that would drive us the almost 4 hours to our resort in Santo Domingo while dropping others off along the way. [Emilie....for future reference, when booking one of our next trips, read the smaller print lol]. Despite the Santo Domingo airport being WAY closer to Santo Domingo (shocker I know), we slept much of the ride.<br />
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CmKyCD95PF0/TZDR8ndNqsI/AAAAAAAAA3k/6CjUBslQBRA/s1600/DSCF1492.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CmKyCD95PF0/TZDR8ndNqsI/AAAAAAAAA3k/6CjUBslQBRA/s200/DSCF1492.JPG" width="150" /></a>The trip was very relaxing with a lot of drinking (who's surprised?) and lounging by the pool and on the beach. The evening was more drinking, watch the resort's entertainment show and then drink and dance and then drink. There are obviously many ridiculous stories from the trip, and many of which are being reconsidered if they should be put on the internet hahaha. <br />
It was very relaxing and just what I was looking for. We already talked about possible Jamaica for next year's Spring Break trip, but we're always up for suggestions; we're not picky as long as it's all-inclusive, 24-hour booze and on a beach.<br />
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At the very end of the trip - as long as everything is still working out - we're going to go back to Germany for Octoberfest. And the one things we ABSOLUTELY have planned is the famous tomato fight in Spain; I've always wanted to do it! <br />
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And then at the end, Lacey will be leaving Angelique and I as she boards a plane back to Canada just in time for winter; while Ange and I will be getting on a different plane for the long-anticipated, and equally long dreaded flight to Australia where we will become new immigrants there and become Aussies for a few years at least. I CAN'T WAIT! I've been dreaming of this day to come for years! I'm SUPER excited to leave for all the crazy adventures that are inevitable going to ensue while abroad, but I'm also a little nervous about leaving the familiar of my friends and family and my familiar life and country, to head to the complete unknown (including where Ange and I will live other than the city). However, the unknown of what's ahead is also the thrill of it all! This year is definitely going to be another INSANELY ridiculous year! <br />
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Before my emigrating escapades, there are a few smaller (but with not doubt their own ridiculous adventures and stories) trips that I have planned:<br />
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- There's the much anticipated trip to St. Catherine's (probably next month). For the past 4 years while in university, a couple of me and my really close friends have been making our rounds at visiting each other - one friend per year kinda idea. Each year, that trip is when we're all together getting blitzed out of our heads and celebrating being together, always results in awesome stories. And Lacey is the last one in school at the moment and is the only one who hasn't hosted this trip, so we'll be heading down to visit her for a weekend of debauchery. <br />
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- There's the 3rd annual "Spring Break" trip that Emilie and I go on. Two years ago it was Varadero Cuba for a week of alcohol poisoning and sun, and last year was Los Angeles California to life the life of the rich and famous. This year's trip will be different in that it's not going to be just Emilie and I this time - we've invited a few of our friends to come along it they'd like to party with us in a sunny, beachy, all-inclusive, 24-hour booze, cheap resort down south. Our really great friend Brandon (aka "America") from California, and his good friend Melissa (who we met on our last trip to Cali in October) have already said that they are a for sure GO! Our other peeps said they'll get back to us when we figure out dates and prices (which is the plan for this week; although, we know we're going in March). <br />
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- Then in May, there's my final trip to California of 2011. I have fallen in love with California (as I somehow always knew I would), and the fact that one of my best friends (again Brandon lol) lives there, makes going back REALLY easy. Plus, I wanted to be able to see, party with, and say "see you later" to Brandon before I take on Europe and Australia. Although....I have already been talking about organizing a "meet up" of some people, in Cali at some point when I'm living in Australia.<br />
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- The last trip planned is a family get-together that I felt is really important to me to have before I flee Canada for an undetermined amount of time. I wanted to be able to see and hang out with my entire family one last time before I leave; and despite the fact that I have a SUPER tiny family, it always seems impossible to have us all together at the same time anymore. So, at the beginning of June, my whole family will be getting together at my uncle and aunt's cottage for a weekend. I can't wait for this because we used to spend so much time at the cottage when I was growing up, and as the years went on and we all got older, we just seemed to go up there less and less often as a family. So, I can't wait to see everyone back there.<br />
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So apparently, this will be the year of trips and travelling. I'll definitely work my hardest to keep everyone updated on what's going on, where I've been, and who it's been with, as much as I can. I'm pumped for this year!Marcus Roman Kusiakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15812673620801936072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008307866045874390.post-8893345979088616162011-01-23T19:11:00.000-05:002011-01-23T19:11:44.509-05:00Enrique's "Tonight I'm Fucking You" ft. Ludacris<iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="400" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BdWL_QDj4G0" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen></iframe>Marcus Roman Kusiakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15812673620801936072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9008307866045874390.post-37130719714197334112010-12-16T14:40:00.000-05:002010-12-16T14:40:59.010-05:00Katy Perry's Peacock redone<object width="400" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S3bRPHPQsOs?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S3bRPHPQsOs?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="385"></embed></object>Marcus Roman Kusiakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15812673620801936072noreply@blogger.com0