When I was in college, there was a woman I got on with extremely well; we spend a lot of time chatting when we should have been working... Until I tried to ask her out. She suddenly started to talk about her boyfriend, and I thought 'Better take no for an answer'. And some time later, one of the other students came up to me, saying 'Ya eejit! She doesn't HAVE a boyfriend! She never HAD a boyfriend! Ya eejit...!' She had a similar problem: Every time someone got closer to her, she blocked him out. I never found out why, but I suspect it was based on fear.
The only advice I can give is to regain your own life; whatever the cause of your fear may be is in the past. Try to overcome it- and I would suggest you do that by changing your picture: Your face is YOUR face- and you don't have to hide it because something or someone has instilled fear in you...
I have learned to looove corrupt officials... They tend to do everything they can-- as long as they can do it for their political "friends"... And so children fall into bore-wells because no one bothers- and the rescuers get there too late because the officials are too busy doing things for their political "friends". I wish I could say that Mahi was the last one; but I fear it will happen again- and again... Remember Bophal? That was in India too- but it could happen in a lot of places...
May Mahi's death result in questions- lots of quetions!
They'll have to get through that rock, probably by using small machinery- so it may still take a few hours. That girl may simply be too weak to respond; but children can be surprisingly resilient. Let's hope...
"There are only two things in the univers which are infinite. One is space... The other is human stupidity. And about space, I am not absolutely certain..." (Albert Einstein)
I hope that little one regained what he was entitled to: The future...
...Sounds so much nicer than "Your ears are like expensive bananas", doesn't it...
Oh, will she ever be able to forgive me...
That's what happens when you use some program which fell off the back of a websi... I mean: Which was freely available, and which was not at all compatible with a proper commercial product...
...Hey- you got to admit that "I like your profile" has got a nice ring to it-- especially when it comes from someone who has not even LOOKED at your profile! I've had quite a few of those lately... There are some real clairvoyants around here! They can divine who you are from reading tea-leaves-- and by mind-reading! Tele-psychowhatchamacosis!!!
Oh- I agree: The internet is a major source these days. The problem is- not everyone has a computer...
I count myself fortunate: That old yoke I have may be a potential exhibit from the Museum for Pre-Historic Data Processing Devices... But at least it still works!
...And long may it last-- touch wood... Because when the moment comes were I have to do the 'kind thing' and bring it to the vet to have it put down- I'm effectively going to be blind: There's no way I could afford to buy a new one...
Exactly... But how many different sources are there these days...? Rupert Murdoch is a case in point: A media-emperor, running a media-empire. That has got to be bad news altogether- because it means far less diversity. A few years ago, I could get a lot of information by way of an old shortwave-receiver my father left me: Reception could be ferocious, but the journalists there were certainly doing their job. Unfortunately, there is not much of a "market" for shortwave-radio these days: This is the age of digital broadcasting.
How many companies are running the media in the US nowadays? There used to be hundreds, I believe.
Oh- before I forget... In case you are wondering about why that question the police-chief in Basra and my humble self were wondering about was never answered- Well, the politicians heard Rupert Murdoch's cries. The place was stormed by British troops who freed the two soldiers. Because the "...corrupt police in Basra are in league with the insurgents... blah-blah... Al Qaeda... Blah-de-blah..."
Haha... Maybe: I don't know (...and it's unlikely I'll ever find out ) As for the Cleopatra 2000 years ago-- she didn't sell anything. She was trying do do what a Pharao was supposed to do: Carry out what the Egyptians called "Sema Tawy"-- the "Union of the lands" (which had nothing to do with empires, by the way!) Had it worked, this world would be very much different... But I'm transgressing.
Hmmm... That possibility always exists, of course...
Funny thing about all them 'KIngs' and 'Queens'- regardless of wether we look at them in their capacity of being 'Leaders of men' or 'Dream-Partner': They have to fulfill certain criteria, don't they. In short, these are as follows:
A King or Queen must be someone who
A) Can not be bought;
B) Can not be intimidated, and
C) Rejects power the moment it is in their grasp.
And above all-- they must posses a good deal of humility!
Difficult to tell from a picture-- no matter how lovely... Although something telly me that young Cleopatra there might be quite honest.
Then again-- I'm an old windbag who looks like something the cat dragged in; my judgement might be impaired...
So-- if I consider that Cleopatra in the past tried very hard to save Egypt from foreign domination (thus actually doing her job as one walking in the footsteps of so many kings), I'm left with only one conclusion:
Nominate JulesLove for the post of 'Queen of the European Union'!!!
...And here was you, going on about 'reality'! They really DO exist-- them queens and goddesses, you know... Although the latter might require some careful thinking as to the definition of the term!
Ah- thanks for that... I thought about the re-incarnation-theory, but eventually dismissed it; after all-- most re-incarnations are mere copies... Which left only one conclusion: After that fling with Julius, he turned into a chicken-- and she turned him into a salad. After the battle of Actium (where she left Marc Anthony up the creek without a paddle), she faked her own death- letting Octavian know what she thought of him:
Then she headed off to Indonesia, where she's been thriving on Roman-Emperor-Salad and Ayam ever since...
...Well, I must say... She's kept extremely well over the last two thousand years! I wonder what her secret is... Must be all that Indonesian food! (...What's 'Ayam', I wonder...?)
You're very welcome- although I have to disappoint: I've been living in Ireland for half an eternity-- but I'm German...
The problem with translations is that an awful lot gets lost along the way... Especially with that book: There's a whole LOT more than meets the eye-- not just that anagram...! Best wishes, Joe
I've had teachers like that... It might be simply a case of him being jealous; you are ahead of him, and he gets annoyed because he feels inadequate. People like that are made of paper...
RE: i have intimacy issues....
When I was in college, there was a woman I got on with extremely well; we spend a lot of time chatting when we should have been working... Until I tried to ask her out. She suddenly started to talk about her boyfriend, and I thought 'Better take no for an answer'.And some time later, one of the other students came up to me, saying 'Ya eejit! She doesn't HAVE a boyfriend! She never HAD a boyfriend! Ya eejit...!'
She had a similar problem: Every time someone got closer to her, she blocked him out.
I never found out why, but I suspect it was based on fear.
The only advice I can give is to regain your own life; whatever the cause of your fear may be is in the past. Try to overcome it- and I would suggest you do that by changing your picture: Your face is YOUR face- and you don't have to hide it because something or someone has instilled fear in you...