The hand goal and my france trip

Poor Irish Team, in football who would imagine a hand of striker would deny them their birth in world cup 2010. Thanks to Henry’s hand, now France will fly to South Africa. I think now time has come for football to go digital. FIFA you can continue to brush aside the idea, but you have to follow it anyway, so why not now??

I am happy France are in SA (ohh, they are my fav. team) but i didn’t expect them to go that way!

Football aside, lets talk about my own France Experience. So what i did in France?

• Ate in McDonald. (One of my French friend nearly choked to death hearing this. hehe )
• Went to Le Marais, a famous gay area. What happened there, a secret lol
• Went to Louvre and literally ran everywhere pushing everyone out of my way. Well in France, if you become courteous, you will end up being nowhere. You are not in England, remember?
• Got disappointed there’s no Picasso and Van Gogh in Louvre but felt so so happy seeing Da Vinci, Rafael and Michael Angelo
• Did few shopping at Champs-Élysées, Manhattan of Paris
• Become even great fan of Purple. Hahaha i don’t know why but got enough purple clothes, bags and all…. lol

Before my pics, one more info. Nowadays, i love watching John on youtube. He’s cute and sexy and above all, he takes questions and give fantastic answers hehehe. Why don’t you see him too. here’s his YouTube Channel. And here’s his one of the videos

OK, so you watched cute John giving his opinion. Now see some of my poor pics taken in Paris.

Statue of Republique

Louvre Musem

Front of the Louvre Building

Statue of Venice de Milo, the Greek Goddess of Love

Outside Notre Dame

 

ohh Paris :)

Seriously, I didn’t expect to see lots of beggars…hawkers trying to sell you all those stuffs, litters on the street and huge numbers of rule breakers!

Where? Of course in Paris…. but reality is, there they were!! All of them.

Except them, i found Paris, exactly as described in books… Beautiful, Charming, almost like a heaven… and truly a cosmopolitan

First time i saw Eiffel, i thought i mistakenly arrived at wrong place. I was tempted to ask passerby, is it the replica of Eiffel. Thank god, i didn’t ask. As i stood below it, then i began to feel: it looks huge from down here.  The morning clouds were playing with wind and it was raining when I reached Eiffel. I didn’t have umbrella and i had to run towards some cover desperately praying: please god, improve the weather.

But problem was: The weather.com had predicted: wet saturday!

But then the strong wind began to blow hard. It was so strong, at one point i felt it might blow me away if i don’t hold something, solid. After an hour, i got tickets (mind it, i was there an hour before the counter opened).

Price: by Elevators up to 3rd floor: €9 and by stairs: €3.5 (One of my wise friend had suggested me, you can take stairs upto 1st floor and take elevators from there. It’s cheaper. You know what choice i made *wink*)

I had expected it to be little climbing but as I began to climb, i was going up and up. Finally i reached 1st floor, breathed some air and searched for counter to go to 3rd floor. I was told: Because of very strong wind, no tickets upto 3rd floor… only upto second floor. Strange! (I had never heard abt tht, if you have let me knw. I will have peace of mind.)

And when I reached 2nd floor, I literally screamed!! OHH THIS IS EIFFEL EXPERIENCE. Paris looked so beautiful, so so beautiful. Thanks to the strong wind which prevented me to go to 3rd floor, clouds were gone and sun was shining and right in front of me was: Magnificent Paris!

If there’s any place i would live except Kathmandu, Paris would be, no wonder 2nd choice. First: it’s booked for some other city!

OK, more on Paris trip later… after all i had dine with Mona Lisa . C ya folks

 

just

You went, just like you came in,

unannounced!

leaving me in pieces.

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P.S. I dunno what is this…just felt like writing and this came…. probably it’s a crap, but still…. posted it

 

after a long hide-out

after a long hide-out, am writing again: to tell that i am going to the city of love… Paris!!

 

am excited and once i am back, i promise to update regularly

 

tick…tock…. questions….

definitely things are not going well… i am feeling like: i can’t handle black and white picture of world according to Nick.

I feel something deep inside me is trying to fight out… is he the only one who is suffering??
i have begun to question!!!

And questions are not good

 

the b’day post

another year gone… a year older… a year wiser

had wonderful celebration: away from everyone back home but still with new friends…. had small gathering party…. a wonderful cake… and my friends got me in surprise ambush.

In the morning, when i was still sleeping, they made nice cake out of bread and cheese and cream and all… and i was called in another pretext, gave me cake as soon as i cut it: they attacked me with eggs, the same cake, water balloon… and i had to run… and i ran

Now crossed the mark 23: hope next year would be as great as previous one… praying and wishing for one application: i wish if i would be called, even if just for interview.

 

travelling around The Hague

No, i don’t have any pictures of The Hague, my camera sucked… and not only mine but my friend’s camera too. Sogot very, very few pictures to show you guys.

But nevertheless, enjoyed the Hague so much. Had wonderful Nepali lunch at Nepali family, my friend’s relative. His child was so cute and so chweet….  In fact, food there made me miss my home and then the great shopping began. I got a bag full of clothes and spend precious 3 hours at the malls. Then we headed for the beach.

For the first time in my life, i saw the beach. Yes, first time! Sun had already gone away making room for moon. The temperature was must be around 8 or so and the water was icy cold. But still, i walked on the beach, played with cold. And i wrote Nick’s name on the sand and the wave took it away. My friend told me, if the wave takes away the name, your wishes will come true. Lets see: finger’s crossed

But don’t ask me where was the ICJ court or The Royal Palace: I wasn’t so interested in them, i was interested in shopping so result, all i could see was malls and malls and yeah: the parliament. It was a wonderful time, and now time is coming for the Paris. And I shouldn’t forget my camera

and i know, am talking about weather so much. But for the last time, i would say: GOODBYE AUTUMN!!

P.S. the beach picture is not mine but the below one is

 

another rant: from heart

No this is not another post from Europe.

I just discovered that my office colleague is bitching about me, and trying to potray as a lazy gay!

If i were back home, i would have punched him right at his nose…but since i can’t do anything here. Grhhh :angry, really angry:

But why is he so curious about my orientation? He said: He (that is I)  talks to boys over phone pretending talking to girls.  I am scared (and laugh continues) (and my supervisor laughs)

Hello, no matter how many makeover you go through, your looks will always disgust me, stupid dog!

 

the amazing amsterdam

i know i promised to uplaod pictures quiet earlier, but dunno why i became late to uplaod the pics. but finally here are some…. i had to fight with the wordpress pics uplaoding system, so couldn’t upload many… but still, managed

The famous red light district

people confused where to go

the tower of liberation….

the canal cruise of amsterdam

 

Red Lights are ON

finally, i managed to visit the famous red light district of Amsterdam

Amsterdam is such a wonderful place. Canal cruising was great fun…. seeing the city through water, one of my best tour. Saw gay monument, wanted to go there but couldn’t find the way once we were on land.

Red zone is such a wonderful place… too many sex….  no restriction, wonderful river side and beauty….  There were many gay clubs and toy stores too. wanted to go inside and check out, but my friend was feeling a bit uncomfortable being inside the gay club despite all the adventure, we missed the sex museum but had tiring cruising of sex toy stores. hehe i too got something :wink, wink:

I loved that place… everything’s so cool…. i must go there again and i will try to manage the time for it.

but also felt  bad seeing those girls…. i wonder how they feel standing infront of the door and calling everyone, i.e. for long long hour… girls were staying at door and glass bar like product in mall… some were having good business… many were empty. I wonder how they would feel having sex every time some one demands…. with around 50 euro each time, how much they could manage to earn? they could be happy being that way, but still…. zaalim duniya yeasi hi chalti hai

P.S. since my camera is with friend, don’t have pictures now. I will upload ASAP (anyway, you got an excuse to come again  )