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It kinda suck to wake up after a hell of a great night ‘shit-faced’ (a professional term off course) and to start your day slow, I mean REAL SLOW…
So, the hell with Aspirin, let’s eat!
Although I really try to avoid getting drunk, it’s inevitable to know whether your last pint or shot with your amigos at the bar had passed the “O.K” part of the gear and you’re gonna wake up with the hangover. We’ve all ‘been there done that’ and know that it’s the worst feeling ever, yet once we step into that company’s new years party, a night out with your friends or any other gathering that lasts longer than 1 hour and involves alcohol, we know that there’s a good chance we will wake up the next morning with a feeling that we have a party going on in our own head yet we’re not really invited. Read more... (1167 words, 1 image, estimated 4:40 mins reading time)
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From the first time I saw you, I knew that there was something different in you. There was something about you, Montreal, that was and I guess still is a bit of a mystery. You didn’t act like those European old farts, and you were not even close to be prune, yet you had class that non of your American neighbors ever had. Read more... (608 words, 1 image, estimated 2:26 mins reading time)
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Leaving a place always comes with a bit of drama. It doesnt have to be the bad kind, but at least it has some sort of bitter-sweet elements in it. and I have to admit that from my personal experience, I have become some of an expert in leaving places…(and arriving to new ones)
Today, after 5 years in one of the finest cities in North America, Montreal. I wrapped 2 years into 2 2/3 suitcases, which is an impossible task by itself, and moved on toward the horizon. Well, maybe not the horizon but at least for a new start. Read more... (794 words, 2 images, estimated 3:11 mins reading time)
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it’s amazing that during most of our lifetime we are in constant move. To school, back home, to work, to and from the car, on our way to our annual vacation, moving houses, moving in bed, moving out, moving in… I have a feeling that we are some sort of crappy sharks.
Sharks have to keep in constant move or else they’ll die. I guess that we never made it to be with the cool sharks in the ocean and were considered a defect of the factory. Ever Since that time we were doomed to keep on moving in land and find the right boxes that will carry all of our junk to our next destination.
In the last 2 weeks I was in the process of moving out of Montreal, Canada after 5 years of ups, downs, snow, summer, french and poutine and decided to move out. The only dilemma was where to?. Read more... (917 words, 3 images, estimated 3:40 mins reading time)
