This is sublime - my all time fave piece of classical music, ever. MOst Aussies love it because it's used in a very famous Oz film: "The Year My Voice Broke." Enjoy.
Sure, if you think you deserve one. You don't have to look like Heidi Klum to find love, but you do have to like yourself before someone else will. Wishing you a happy 2011 Daisy
Everyone has aspirations. I'd love to date Robert Downey Jr myself but he's married already. And he lived a whole world away from me. The point is, it doesn't matter, it's fun to just think about.
If anything, most guys I know seem to choose their partners for very sensible reasons. Not like us girls: "Yep, he proposed finally and the ring is amazing, just the one I wanted, it'll be a June wedding and I want this photographer and that cake and you should see the dress I've picked out..." The way we go on about this stuff is embarrassing - far less embarrassing than a guy having a crush on some hottie. JMO.
I knew things were bad when I saw the news on a live feed on the BBC in London. This is a land of drought and flooding rains, that's for sure. Hopefully there will be some kind of donation fund set up, I'm always proud of how deep Aussies dig to help out in times like this.
Wow, great song. I've never heard this before. Thanks for uploading. The whole mystery thing is very appealing to men and women alike I think. Sometimes people are mysterious because they're complicated and unattainable...sometimes they're mysterious because they're axe murderers though.
One of the most enlightening documentaries I've seen on experiences of the 'stolen generation' was an episode of "Who Do You Think You Are" on Cathy Freeman's family. Most of her ancestors spent their whole lives locked up on Palm Island simply because they were aboriginal. The rest of her family had to write to the Australian government for permission every time they wanted to visit family - which was denied, of course. The more I learn about what these generations of people have been through, the worse it gets.
I've started to cover it up a little more since I turned 40, but, my legs are still pretty good. I probably wouldn't go any further than mid thigh though.
I do a lot of presenting for work and I used to really hate it, and suffer from terrible nerves. I still get nervous but I've realised that my audience never know this. If you feel nervous, jsut ignore it, slow down your speech so that you can breathe. Just talk through the nerves. The nerves are your way of realising that the speech is important to you, that's all.
There must be a reason that you have been asked to present, what was that reason? To thank people/recognise efforts? To inform them on what you and your dept/area do? If you concentrate on trying to deliver on that, you'll be fine. Imagine yourself in their shoes, having to listen to you. What would you want to hear if you were them?
A little humour goes a long way too. In your shoes, I'd probably say "I don't know a lot about IT, and because of the great support you provide for us, I don't need to. Thanks."
From where I sit, there will never be a solution. And it doesn't help that the US are somewhat obliged to support Israel, since there are so many Jewish people living in the US. I'm not anti-semite or anti-israel, quite the opposite as I have jewish friends. They are as troubled by the dilemma as anyone else. I just feel that it's often human nature to compete instead of to share and we're seeing the worst of it in this situation.
A handbag, perfume, aromatherapy stuff, stationery, candles - my family know me well and know what I like. It wasn't bad this year but I don't really care what presents I get. I enjoy buying Xmas gifts a lot more than I enjoy receiving them.
I don't really wish to die in any way; it's outrageous to me that someday I will die and be totally forgotten; I can't get my head around that. I'm hopeful that between now and then, they discover cures for all sorts of things. I'm shotting for 120 years, our family are long livers. I have a hope that in 100 years time, they will be able to replace hearts/livers/joints in a doctors room at lunch-time and we can go out dancing that night. The human body of course, was not designed to live forever. If we live until we are 200 years old, what would go wrong then? Maybe your head falls off or your legs spontaneously combust. The longer we live, the more worrying doctors have to do.
To be honest, you probably know more about the Aboriginal population than most Australians. I did some university units on Aboriginal culture a while ago. It's hard to know how much we generalise about their culture and who they are as people. Venere's link is probably an excellent starting point.
Be happy, stop looking around for him and be prepared to be surprised. Really. Most females I know who met Mr Right say that it happened at a time in their lives when they were really happy. They'd momentarily forgotten about their aspirations for Mr Right and were busy getting on with living. They've all told me that they NEVER thought they'd end up with the guy they did. Easier said than done of course, but having a great life/time before he comes along is my main priority.
Women do not prefer abusive men who hurt them. Many of us were bullied at school, and in previous relationships. It seems to me that you think people who are successful, or confident, have never experienced the pain or loneliness you experienced. That's not true either.
When you've been hurt a great deal, it can be very tough to ante up again. I think you would be very surprised to know how many people - people you would see as confident and successful - have shared your experiences, time and time again in their lives. You seem determined to hang onto those painful times and hide yourself away. If I may, that approach doesn't seem to be working for you anymore.
You always have choices. Always. Lonely? Join a sports team/go out for a walk/see friends and family. Hurt? Join the club. I can only laugh about my roamnce failings now because I can't cry about them anymore. MOst importantly, you have to appreciate yourself for who you are. Work on that before you think about introducing someone else into your life. You owe that much to yourself.
I'm in Australia, we had ham/trukey and seafood. Yum.
If you could be in a famous band for one night, singing in a huge stadium in front of thousands of your adoring fans, what band would it be, and which song would you sing?
Arrogance. I don't actually hate arrogant guys - more than anything, I feel sorry for them. I'm sure they don't realise how childish they can appear; how transparent it all is.
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RE: new year music - whats yours?
This is sublime - my all time fave piece of classical music, ever.MOst Aussies love it because it's used in a very famous Oz film: "The Year My Voice Broke."
Enjoy.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wbcuteYm-EA