I've lived in Asia for almost 7 years and never recorded anything that has happened to me or taken any photographs. It is like I have never existed. this blog aims to remedy that. I may even buy a camera!
Hehe,
So finally....technically we have been PPL for months...but technically there is no corruption in the Philippines.
Anyway, two gold bars for the pilot shirts now at least.
PPLs are sitting at Omni...hopefully Moray will collect this week. Great!!!!!!!
posted by Mark in Hong Kong @ 1:44 AM
I've lived in Asia for almost 7 years and never recorded anything that has happened to me or taken any photographs. It is like I have never existed. this blog aims to remedy that. I may even buy a camera!
10 Comments:
Congratulations and jubilations............ I know what you have done and you can fly planes but what does ppl stand for? Oh maybe Private Pilots License? tell me
You both look highly butch.
go away Alan............
YOU go away, Pauline.....
Time for an update, me thinks. ;-)
that was not me, again!!
hey bro how u doin just at sea just now,listened 2 wat u and kane told me and looked 4 a gud job,glad u got ur wings,r u going 2 become a pilot,maybe il captain a ship one day 2 lol,have u got bebo or msn my msn is richard-davidson@hotmail.co.uk if you go on bebo ive got pics from sea if you want to have a look.have u gt kanes email,tell him i was askin 4 him,take care richard
Hey Richard,
Hows it going?
COntact kane at kanedavidson.blogspot.com
Speak soon.
Cheers,
Mark
Cheers, big ears.
You killed yourself and didn't think of me.
I can't blame you for that, and yet I do,
For now your pain becomes my legacy.
What agony impelled you not to be?
I loved you-wasn't that enough for you?
You killed yourself and didn't think of me,
Nor saw through my eyes what you made me see,
Nor cared about my life when yours was through.
And now your pain becomes my legacy,
And I must fight to keep my sanity,
For what you did defines what must be true:
You killed yourself and didn't think of me.
I cannot think you did it selfishly;
So great a sacrifice leaves nothing due.
But now your pain becomes my legacy,
And I must sail across that bitter sea
That leaves no trace of joy or residue.
You killed yourself and didn't think of me,
So now your pain becomes my legacy
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