je me doute que ça se peut que ça l'ait une chance que... ça se fasse effacer vu que c'est comme une pub .. mais je me lance pareil ... en gros, les proprios de l'hôtel me font un rabais sur mon bill pour chaque mois de location - c'est le pourquoi je fais ça .. pas de budget pour LesPAC et autres so.. s'il vous plaît, ne l'effacez pas :D .. et je vais être dispo sur place pour vos demandes spéciales, etc., tant que c'est légal évidemment
chambre simple lit king-size 20000 pesos = à peu près 1500$ dépandemment du taux de change - mais je devrais pouvoir le descendre à 16000 pesos = 1200$ pour les compatriotes queb
ça reste mieux qu'un logement pourri avec un bill d'Hydro et une commande d'épicerie pas d'allure .. la bouffe est pas chère et super bonne ici - annonce-ci bas --- ZÉRO PAIEMENT OU DÉPÔT D'AVANCE .. juste payez une fois sur place

CHAMBRES D'HÔTEL PRIX/MOIS - SUR LA PLAGE - PUERTO ANGEL MEXIQUE
Profitez du cadre bucolique d’un petit village de pêcheurs mexicain, niché dans le creux d’une baie bercée par le Pacifique, tout en vivant dans le confort de l’hôtel Brisas del Mar, géré par la famille des propriétaires et qui comprend 15 chambres, un restaurant, terrasse et piscine.
Les chambres simples, au prix de 20.000 pesos par mois, environ 1500$ CAN, comprennent un lit king size des plus confortables, une télé avec Sky et des centaines de chaînes, accrochée au mur faisant face au lit, un système de climatisation et un ventilateur et amplement de rangement pour un long séjour.
Les chambres doubles, au prix 30.000 pesos, environ 2200$ CAN, comprennent deux lits king size. Une des chambres doubles vous est offerte avec un lit pour enfant. Possibilité d’installer un minifrigo pour les séjours de 2 mois et plus.
La carte du restaurant devrait savoir satisfaire tous les palais. Si toutefois vous souhaiteriez manger, exemple, un immense steak de filon mignon acheté à la boucherie locale, ça leur fera plaisir de vous griller le tout sur des braises qui rôtissent normalement poissons, crevettes, poulpes et langoustes. Le poisson frais pêché localement est exquis. À l’occasion, on a la chance de manger du thon rouge frais pêché sans pour autant se ruiner. Vous bénéficiez d’ailleurs d’un rabais de 10% sur les prix affichés au menu en louant une chambre mensuellement.
Malgré sa relative petite taille avec quelque 3000 habitants, on y trouve à peu près tous les services essentiels, pharmacies/docteurs, guichet automatique, plusieurs fruiteries, 3 boucheries, 2 poissonneries, plusieurs magasins de type dépanneur, de nombreux taxis, un service d’autobus régional, un magasin type OXXO ouvert 24/7, quincaillerie, buanderie, réparation/location de motos, pizzéria, restaurants, service de boulangerie mobile qui ne manquera pas d’attirer votre attention avec sa musique accrocheuse, etc.
Pour plus d’informations sur les environs et les nombreuses activités et choses à découvrir, ainsi que pour les réservations et autres demandes, veuillez me contacter par courriel.
Pas de dépôt ou quelconque paiement à l'avance - vous payez sur place en argent ou par carte bancaire.

Some time has passed since the cult accident. His companions, well, his only two remaining companions split up. Kotaro decided not to see them again, not even to talk or cross paths with them, while Ithan was locked up in a psychiatric ward, being pummeled every now and then. And Conard... Conard was perhaps going crazy. Several sleepless nights, hearing terrifying sounds along with strange hallucinations, rooms full of leaves everywhere, which had eyes scrawled on them.
"What is it, what is it?" he wondered that and a thousand other things, trying to investigate everything to do with the cult. He had recently visited one of his former companions, Ithan. It was hard to get him, but he ended up making it only to not take a minute to leave after hearing him talk until it ended in a scream.
── Don't find out about him.... N-DON'T TRY, DON'T TRY. ──
He fell silent after that scream, as if he had said something he shouldn't have
── One, two, three.... ──
She began to hear him muttering until finally two doctors forcibly removed Conard from the room. He didn't think about stopping the investigation even though he hadn't managed to find out anything about Ithan. Maybe... something happened if you tried or it was the guy's madness that made him say stupid things. Since that day and as he investigated about that entity, his body was weakening little by little. Continuous vomiting along with a big headache, his paranoia with knowing about the entity made him forget the basic needs of a human being, such as eating, sleeping and several times even bathing. Other than that nothing helped, he could be doing anything inside his house and the lights were cut out of nowhere, turned on and off to the point of burning; Or the windows used to break for different unexplainable circumstances, hallucinations or noises without coherence were not far behind. All that caused him a huge paranoia, he felt extremely persecuted and perhaps he had an idea of who he was so to speak. A girl with long blonde hair with a pale body and black clothes, something that bothered him as she looked so much like one of the many girls that he bothered in that institute, that is, he thought it was a coincidence, that it was nothing more than his imagination. Until one of those occasions he could see her face. She was crazy! It was her. So many years passed and she was still the same crazy as always with that same or worse terrifying vibe. He wanted to get out of her house, he was going to at that moment run her out, he was going to die that daughter of a bitch for causing him so much trouble those last months. His plan failed. His body weakened so out of nowhere and a huge nausea flooded his person completely making him fall in the middle of the street, in front of the woman he wanted to catch, who was on her back. He quickly expelled everything he ate, but this was even more curious, as he had vomited that thick dark red liquid. He held his stomach with as much willpower as he still had left, no matter how hard he tried he couldn't even stand up. The nausea wouldn't stop and his bad mood increased, he couldn't control it, as if he wasn't the one who was controlling his body and mood, or at least not entirely. Her hands began to shake for the moment as a small annoyed smile formed on her lips.
── Fucking bitch.... ──
She cursed and then spat out that same liquid, taking the same hand she had on her stomach, to her mouth. That young man of about 25 years old, long hair down to less than his shoulders, and light brown color had no idea what could happen to him next.

“Anyways, that’s the seventh nightmare I’ve had about the ghost of Elvis. Pretty scary, huh?”
Jerry cocked his head back and started making some Elvis “huh ahh” noises. Other guests stared at me as I spit out a mouth full of beer.
“Easy Gary, these domestic beers cost like seven bucks. Didn’t know I was dining with a celebrity.”
I began coughing and he again replied. “Smoke ya another.”
Me and Jerry have been best friends and roommates for a long time. We met in elementary school and have been inseparable since. We do our best to go to a restaurant we’ve never been to before every other month.
“Man this new restaurant looks fancy as Hell. I’m surprised we were able to get in.”
“Yeah, I slipped a twenty to the hostess.” Jerry winked. “Anyways, I gotta go use the restroom. Be right back.” He scooted back and took off.
This restaurant sure was fancy. I took in the atmosphere. The room had a warm feel and above gleamed a crystal chandelier. The wait staff seemed so great with guests. There was some unique art on the walls. I felt out of place though. I took a moment to make sure my shirt was tucked in.
Our waiter came up to me with a smile. “Your food should be out momentarily. Would you care for another cold beer?”
“I sure would. Thank you.”
We drove an hour to get here so I’m really hoping the food would be good. We just came across it while driving around.
I suddenly had a weird feeling and looked at my watch. About that time the waiter came by and out of bowl of stew in front of me.
“Here you are, sir. Some of our famous pot roast.” The waiter smiled very wide.
“I uh….I didn’t order this.”
“It comes with everyone’s entree. It’s complimentary.”
“That’s an odd dish to have before bringing out an entree. Most places would do like a tiny bowl of vegetable or some broth stuff.”
He snickered. “Well sir, we sure are not every other place.”
“Clearly not, this place is fancy.”
“Go ahead and try it.” I had a weird feeling in my stomach.
“Why didn’t you bring out a bowl for my friend too?”
“We want to make sure it comes out as fresh as possible. Why are you checking your watch so much?”
“My friend Jerry went to the bathroom. He’s been gone for about twenty minutes. He’s never in a bathroom for more than twelve.”
“Hmmm. That’s odd. Go ahead and try your stew.”
“I’m sorry. I’m a vegetarian.” That had to work.
“But you ordered the steak and lobster.” Shit, he remembered.
My mind was racing and I felt nervous. Something about Jerry being gone so long was scaring me.
“Well I won’t beg you to eat it. But it’s awfully rude to not eat food prepared for you. Remember that the food comes from somewhere.” He picked up the bowl and walked back towards the kitchen.
Bastard, I didn’t appreciate him trying to make me feel bad. I didn’t remember even seeing anything on the menu quoting they give free stew out. I looked around and seen others eating it though. Some people looked like a bunch of hogs eating slop. It must have been really good. I about went to apologize to the waiter and explain Id try it out. My phone pinged. That was odd, I hardly ever get text messages. It was from Jerry.
“Dude, get out of their now. Start the truck!”
About that time was when the waiter stood up on a chair.
“Ladies and gentleman , thank you for coming today. I do apologize and understand many of you have seen this before. But our chef is very upset about a guest refusing to eat the food that he so carefully prepared for you all. And because of that, he is ready for the hunt.
I stood up and looked around. The guests were all looking at me with smiles on their faces. The kitchen door busted open and a man came out in his chef uniform. His eyes were pitch black.
“This is the guy?” He pulled a knife out of his stomach.
“Yes, master.” The waiter nodded. The guests responded. “Yes, master.” He dropped the knife.
The tension became heavy. It was dead quiet and my heart was pounding loudly as if a drum was gonna force its way out of my chest.
I turned and sprinted. I heard the chef let out a loud screech that pierced my eardrums. I juked around people and knocked over chairs and tables a long the way I didn’t look back.
I busted through the door and sprinted through the Parking lot. I looked up and my truck and seen Jerry sitting in the passenger.
“They took my fucking foot!”
I turned back and seen the chef standing at the door and his arms began stretching all the way towards us. I cranked the truck and tried taking off.
The chefs hands were on the truck trying to pull us back towards him. Guests began running out towards us too.
“We’re gonna die, Gary. Don’t let me go like this.”
I slammed on the gas as hard as I can and began shaking the wheel around. Jerry’s window busted open and the hand was reaching towards him. I grabbed my pocket knife out of the cup holder and jammed it as hard as I could into the hand.
The chefs arms drew back and he let out a loud screech. I ran over a few of the guests that were sprinting towards us.
“What the hell happened in there!” I shouted loudly.
“I went to the bathroom and was minding my own. Some of the staff came in and jerked the guy out of the stall next to me. I put my feet up on the toilet and hoped they didn’t think I was there, but they did. The ripped out the door and got me too.
The chef severed the poor guy up part by part. I think he was here alone. All the guests eat here pretty regularly. They got my foot. I grabbed a knife near by and jabbed that son of a bitch. I was able to hobble out and hide in a dumpster. He does something to the food or something. I don’t know. But I do know I need a doctor.”
We got to the ER and nurses and doctors worked on Jerry. I tried explaining to the officer that came by what happened and where the restaurant location was. He told me that there was no restaurant in that empty lot. He knew the place. He also said he’d Call backup to check.
But the reason I’m writing this is because I am scared. I heard him make a phone call when I went out to have a smoke. He said
“They are the hospital. I will take care of it, master.”

With the impending departure of my beloved black bean Quesarito, I’m curious if anyone has customized a Grilled Cheese Burrito with black beans instead of beef or steak. I assume it wouldn’t be an issue, but since it’s not on the menu I’m a tad hesitant.

my exams are near .. and whenever i stress about syllabus completion i get warm chills. Slight vision blurr and body starts shaking a lil…i am not sure how much my exam anxiety is getting worse day by day…i can’t even study properly without feeling light headed n dizzy

my exams are near .. and whenever i stress about syllabus completion i get warm chills. Slight vision blurr and body starts shaking a lil…i am not sure how much my exam anxiety is getting worse day by day…i can’t even study properly without feeling light headed n dizzy

Has anyone elses shaky hands gotten worse from playing the game? (more frequent, faster, interfering, etc) Not sure if I'm the only person, but it seems like the more I play, the more they shake! Hands shook a lot more during the time around a L/N event, even when hours after not actively playing, and now its a lot less.
Anyone else with already shaky hands experience this as well? (mine are caused by medication and blood circulation)

Thinking about adding them to the 2012 x coupe.