Showing posts with label beach. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beach. Show all posts
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Bumbags are back...
…although they probably never left.
We spent the day at Mckenzies beach today, in Larnaca. Sunday is beach day for the locals and there was plenty down there this weekend as the weather has finally begun to heat up.
But i couldn’t completely relax…there was something niggling me in the back of my mind, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on…like that feeling you get when you think you’ve forgotten to lock the car. I wasn’t left in suspense for long. As soon as my toes hit the sand, there they were…The Beach of the Living Waxed. Some with legs as bald as a coot, others with a generous covering of leg stubble…but all blokes. *shudder*.
No sooner had I become accustomed to this phenomenon, before i was hit with another shock. Bum bags are back. Loads of men with bumbags…and waxed legs. Thankfully this was so common place, that I soon acclimatised to these new surroundings, like the social chameleon that I am (!?) and proceeded to have a great day at the beach.
The sea was warm, and after chucking the tennis ball back and forth for a bit we retired to the beach beds for a few games of tavli and some lunch. My cousin Andy is here now for a week or so…and despite all my days of tavli practice, i still can’t beat him. Good job I’ve got plenty of time to practice.
Right i’m off to get my legs done and find the nearest fanny pack retailer.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Skater: Raul Cimpic Photo by: Wa Chon @ D.R
shiiiit
cueva bonita
Skater: Raul Cimpic Photo by: Wa Chon @ D.R
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
untitled by ssj_george on Flickr.
Sun Bulb
Photo taken in Larnaca, Cyprus
http://alexcican.com
13 Steps to Nowhere
Photo taken in Larnaca, Cyprus
http://alexcican.com
…although they probably never left.
We spent the day at Mckenzies beach today, in Larnaca. Sunday is beach day for the locals and there was plenty down there this weekend as the weather has finally begun to heat up.
But i couldn’t completely relax…there was something niggling me in the back of my mind, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on…like that feeling you get when you think you’ve forgotten to lock the car. I wasn’t left in suspense for long. As soon as my toes hit the sand, there they were…The Beach of the Living Waxed. Some with legs as bald as a coot, others with a generous covering of leg stubble…but all blokes. *shudder*.
No sooner had I become accustomed to this phenomenon, before i was hit with another shock. Bum bags are back. Loads of men with bumbags…and waxed legs. Thankfully this was so common place, that I soon acclimatised to these new surroundings, like the social chameleon that I am (!?) and proceeded to have a great day at the beach.
The sea was warm, and after chucking the tennis ball back and forth for a bit we retired to the beach beds for a few games of tavli and some lunch. My cousin Andy is here now for a week or so…and despite all my days of tavli practice, i still can’t beat him. Good job I’ve got plenty of time to practice.
Right i’m off to get my legs done and find the nearest fanny pack retailer.
Half Light by CostaDinos on Flickr.
Pallas Bakery / ?????? ?????????? on Flickr.
Via Flickr:
30 Second Exposure + (faux) Tilt Shift
The intersection of Armenikis Ekklisias, Lordou Vyronos, and Galilaiou streets.
Taken from the top of Petrou Bros. Hotel Apartments in Larnaca, Cyprus.
Pallas Bakery (HDR) on Flickr.
Via Flickr:
Thursday, June 16, 2011
new guy on the Borussia Dortmund? Albin Ekdal HD Picture
I recently posted about my friend making me sign up for online dating. I made a super shitty profile, no display picture, my about me is two paragraphs of sass, and yet guys still message me. You would think that just by reading my profile, they’d understand I’m not serious about being on this site. The only reason I check it is because my friend texts me 5 times a day saying, “Have you checked your messages today?”, “Have you messaged anyone today” and all this other bologna. She’s so keen on being more social and meeting men, and needs to know that someone else is doing it with her.
There’s this guy who messaged me who seems pretty cool. We have one thing in common worth noting: Hockey. But he’s way too eager. His first message consisted of the words “I like you already!” Because 1) I’m a Leafs fan and 2) I’m cheering for the Bruins. That’s fine you like me and all, but don’t say that in your first message. I replied (nicely). His message back included his BBM and phone number. I told him not to expect a text from me, because I’m peculiar on who has my number. Then, he invited me to chat (like MSN, Facebook chat) I accepted. It was a decent conversation until he forced his digits on me, again.
Inhale, exhale.
Oh, and today he messaged me when I was at work wondering if I wanted to get coffee with him this afternoon. I replied when I got home from work:
Me: I was at work all day.
Him: We could get coffee tonight.
Me: I don’t drink coffee. (which is true, I wasn’t intentionally being a bitch)
Him: Jesus, you’re difficult. Well, we could grab ice cream or a drink.
Me: Yet, you keep persisting. (that time I was intentionally being a bitch)
Him: Haha - You’re also saying you don’t eat ice cream or drink?
And I have yet to reply.
Seriously, online dating is a fucking joke. These guys are either 1) Looking for sex 2) Too persistent (meaning they are lonely as fuck) or 3) Can barely engage a half decent conversation.
My ideal relationship is long distance. I have my own life, he has his own life. I text/call when I have the time to text/call, he calls when he has the time to text/call. I will make time to visit him when I have vacation time, he will make time to visit during his vacation time. Never will we take vacation at the same time. My independence is what keeps me grounded, I will not let any man or relationship interfere or ruin that. Ever.
In other words, don’t even bother trying to date me.
Bologna, Italy
Major square, Bologna
Plastic cup (for water ice) in Bologna
Hila & glasses, Bologna
by Bordersite
Rossa Bologna by DIDS’ on Flickr.
H•A•M - Kanye West & Jay-Z
#Neptune Amca #Bologna (Taken with Instagram at Piazza Maggiore)
new guy on the Borussia Dortmund? Albin Ekdal HD Picture
Half Light by CostaDinos on Flickr.
13 Steps to Nowhere
Photo taken in Larnaca, Cyprus
http://alexcican.com
Sun Bulb
Photo taken in Larnaca, Cyprus
http://alexcican.com
…although they probably never left.
We spent the day at Mckenzies beach today, in Larnaca. Sunday is beach day for the locals and there was plenty down there this weekend as the weather has finally begun to heat up.
But i couldn’t completely relax…there was something niggling me in the back of my mind, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on…like that feeling you get when you think you’ve forgotten to lock the car. I wasn’t left in suspense for long. As soon as my toes hit the sand, there they were…The Beach of the Living Waxed. Some with legs as bald as a coot, others with a generous covering of leg stubble…but all blokes. *shudder*.
No sooner had I become accustomed to this phenomenon, before i was hit with another shock. Bum bags are back. Loads of men with bumbags…and waxed legs. Thankfully this was so common place, that I soon acclimatised to these new surroundings, like the social chameleon that I am (!?) and proceeded to have a great day at the beach.
The sea was warm, and after chucking the tennis ball back and forth for a bit we retired to the beach beds for a few games of tavli and some lunch. My cousin Andy is here now for a week or so…and despite all my days of tavli practice, i still can’t beat him. Good job I’ve got plenty of time to practice.
Right i’m off to get my legs done and find the nearest fanny pack retailer.
Half Light by CostaDinos on Flickr.
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