When I was young I craved the company of beatniks and bohemian hippys and we all shacked up together in a few different ramsackled joints that truely should have been demolished...We even used to drag the old setee on the side walk in the evening and throw bottles at the burnt out car that lived in our back yard...God knows how many people came through our front and back door, some I never did know and there was never more than a jar of vegemite in the fridge and frozen party pies in the freezer... Nowadays I prefer my own company...and sanity.
To me its more about listening to opinions, and enjoying the laughs... I enjoy my friends company in the flesh but I am one that even hates telephones....nothing better than a good chat over a vino.
I 'borrowed' my brothers' ford fairlane when I was 14... thought I was pretty hot stuff shooting down the highway with the windows down and my friends and I passing 'round the joints.... One of the wheels rolled passed us doing 100 k's... Seemed he had it in the garage for a reason. My parents are still not talking to me...lol!
If you can't be with the one you love... Love the one you're with...
Seriously though gal if it is meant to be it will endure long distance, mountians and the ocenas depth... It is someitmes easier to build up a fantasy with someone so far away and sometimes it is exactly that, that makes it so appealing...
A guy I recently met and have been seeing and become very close to has recently had treatment for a serious cancer that has not disappeared. He is only 34 but I do not look at him and notice his disease at all....All I see is his strength, sense of humour and courage for being a human being in this tough world. At the end of the day he makes me smile and that is all that counts..We are never certain about life and death anyway as it is not our choice to make.
If one loves someone because it gives pleasure, one should not be regarded as loving that person at all. The love is in reality, although this is not percieved, directed towards the pleasure. The source of the pleasure is the secondary object of attention, and it is percieved only because the perception of pleasure is not well enough developed for the real feeling to be identified and described.
Born in Sweden to German and Romanian/Norwedian parents but have lived in Australia since 9 years old then European and Middle eastern countries... Guess that makes me a bitza...but mongrels supposedly make the best dogs...
I have learnt that to speak when you are angry and you will make the best speech you will ever regret.....I am really not one that gets annoyed much, perhaps I am too easy going infact I can't remember the last time I actually felt angry...to me it is always about how you perceive others and realise that they are just learning about life and mistakes as we all are...no one has ever been important enough to get me angry.
Just their own insecurities and its easier for them to vent and channel it via the net rather than towards people in the flesh...or find the courage to admit and deal with their own issues..finger pointers should look firstly in the mirror.
I don't feel obligated to reply to every email....some are just a short sentence and I really don't find the time to reply to every one of them each day, not intenting to be rude.
Roses are red...violets are blue.. I saw through your lies...I wish that I knew, Are you feeling sad....now that we're through. You broke my heart....completely in two, But now I am strong....stronger than you.....
Muslims do not traditionally "celebrate" the beginning of a new year, but they do acknowledge the passing of time, and take time to reflect on their own mortality..... May your day in prayer on remembering Hegira be a special time.
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RE: Flat or housemates
When I was young I craved the company of beatniks and bohemian hippys and we all shacked up together in a few different ramsackled joints that truely should have been demolished...We even used to drag the old setee on the side walk in the evening and throw bottles at the burnt out car that lived in our back yard...God knows how many people came through our front and back door, some I never did know and there was never more than a jar of vegemite in the fridge and frozen party pies in the freezer...Nowadays I prefer my own company...and sanity.