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It is a good thing I am not regularly exposed to gambling, drinking or drugs, I get addicted to these stupid games way too easily. For the longest time I was addicted to farmville, and now i am addicted to Candy crush. I need help, this isn't good.
11 15 2006 - Firefighters watch as multiple fires burn along
Southbound I-75 near Gibsonton Road around 10 p.m. Wednesday after a
diesel tanker carrying 8,000 gallons of fuel ignited. Several other
car accidents occured along Southbound I-75 and traffic was stopped in
both directions. BRIAN CASSELLA | Times
Left to right: Daniel Cornish (Bass and Backing Vocals), Cameron Maerevoet (Drums and Backing Vocals), Cai Wilson (Guitar and Lead Vocals).
Location: Shakespeare, Southport.
Date taken: 26/06/11.
Some photographs from when I decided to have a quick "photoshoot" (my first one ever may I add) with Southport's very own three-piece band, Addicted. Definately a band to look out for!
Check out their facebook here.
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4.6 Random Shot
Had a weird morning, but overall it was a beautiful day except for the fact that i didnt get to drink Burn today =(
Had loooads of fun with my freinds thou, cant stop lovin 'em ;**
In all its forms, addiction is another unfortunate symptom of contemporary life that enslaves us, stealing our true potential. But when we become addicted to understanding who we are and why we’re here, the doorway to true freedom swings wide open.
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Canon 1000D + canon 55-250mm IS at 250mm
Local/place: Vila do Conde
This little chicken wasn't born at Easter. When I think of Easter I think of eggs, young birds and spring. And so I remembered this beautiful little creature. Eric & I haven’t got children. Raising this little one made us feel like parents.
Two years ago two of our hens, Clara & Grijs, laid three eggs each. With excitement we waited till the little ones were born. Five eggs hatched short after each other. Clara left the nest with her three babies and one moment Grijs also had enough of waiting till the last egg hatched and left the nest. We checked the last egg with a torchlight and discovered movement inside.
So we couldn't leave this egg be and built our own 'nest' assuming it wouldn't take long to hatch. It took a whole week and on the day we wanted to give up there was Hummie. The plan was to put the little one back with Grijs as soon as it was up and running.
Unfortunately it was already too late and Grijs didn’t accept Hummie as her baby. So Eric and I had to take care of her. So that is how it happened that we slept with a little baby chicken in our bedroom for almost two months.
We built Hummie a closed home inside the henhouse so she could get used to her other family. After two months we decided with pain in our heart that Hummie had to be more with her own family and that she had to sleep in the henhouse at night.
The first day that I dared to leave her alone with the other chickens she must have left the henhouse in a panic. When I came home she was gone. I searched everywhere in our neighborhood, asked the schools around, hung up flyers, but nobody had seen her. Hummie did not come back.
What I think that happened is that she was taken by schoolchildren at the playground behind our garden. She was so used to people that she probably was attracted by the sound of the children.
The disappearance of Hummie had broken my heart. I felt so bad about leaving her alone that day. She was only a chicken, but she was my little one. I held her when she was just outside the egg. She used to sleep on my shoulder with her head tucked away in my hair. She followed me everywhere in the garden and we used to go on spider hunt together.
Hummie is the little chicken on my head in my profile picture in Facebook and Twitter. I have never forgotten her and I never will.