English has us spoiled. We use so much slang and leave so many words out that when we go to learn other languages (such as the Slavic ones) we try to translate things as we actually say them, not how we should say them.
Sadly, in Romanian and Serbian, I only know how to cuss.
I love languages too. I've had 4 years of Spanish, so know enough to get by if I was in a jam. I've also worked with college students of different nationalities, so I know just a few words in Russian, Serbian, Romanian, and Chinese; and a little Indian from a coworker who is Indian, plus now I'm trying to learn Polish.
My mother tongue is Southern-English, which y'all know is different from English in the north.
A friend of mine was born and raised in India, but came here 30 years ago with her husband. She speaks English normally, but can speak her language easily. But when she speaks Indian, she often reverts back to English every other sentence or so. She says it's cause there are things that are easier to say in English than in Indian. It's kinda funny to listen to. We have a huge Indian population here in Charleston, so it's very easy for her to keep speaking her language on a regular basis. A lot of the women here were brought here by their husbands and can't speak English at all.
First, a former coworker had an emergency hysterectomy when she was 17. Her husband would love kids, but loves her no matter what, and they spend alot of time with nieces and nephews.
Another friend of mine (who's 26), on the other hand, can have children, but states she absolutely never wants any. She's very high maintenance and only likes kids who are related to her or her friends. Her husband wants kids, though, but married her anyway knowing this. He seems to think she'll change her mind someday.
Personally, I love kids and would love to have a bunch of little ones running around someday. (It's kinda natural in my family ) If my partner already had kids and didn't want anymore, that would be fine too. Children are a gift, no matter how we receive them.
A shepherd was herding his flock in a remote pasture when suddenly a brand-new BMW advanced out of the dust cloud towards him. The driver, a young man in a Broni suit, Gucci shoes, Ray Ban sunglasses and YSL tie, leaned out the window and asked the shepherd, "If I tell you exactly how many sheep you have in your flock, will you give me one?"
The shepherd looked at the man, obviously a yuppie, then looked at his peacefully grazing flock and calmly answered, "Sure."
The yuppie parked his car, whipped out his notebook and connected it to a cell phone , then he surfed to a NASA page on the internet where he called up a GPS satellite navigation system, scanned the area, and then opened up a database and an Excel spreadsheet with complex formulas. He sent an email on his Blackberry and, after a few minutes, received a response. Finally, he prints out a 150-page report on his hi-tech, miniaturized printer then turns to the shepherd and says, "You have exactly 1586 sheep."
"That is correct; take one of the sheep." said the shepherd. He watches the young man select one of the animals and bundle it into his car.
Then the shepherd says: " If I can tell you exactly what your business is, will you give me back my sheep?"
"OK, why not." answered the young man.
"Clearly, you are a consultant." said the shepherd.
"That's correct," says the yuppie, "but how did you guess that?"
"No guessing required." answers the shepherd. "You turned up here although nobody called you. You want to get paid for an answer I already knew, to a question I never asked, and you don't know crap about my business. Now give me back my dog."
Yes, I was in a long-distance relationship for two years. He lived over 2000 miles away on the other side of the country. Thought everything was good until I found out he was playing the "oh poor me, i have such bad luck with women" card on some poor girl who ended up letting him move in with her after his aunt kicked him out of her house. Turns out he was playing that card with many women.
But people are different and not everyone is like that. I say go with your gut. Your instincts are never wrong. I would not avoid another LDR just because of one bad experience.
All last summer, in case you don't recall, I was yours and you were mine Forget it all Is there a line that I could write That's sad enough to make you cry?
And all the lines you wrote to me were lies Months roll past the love that you struck dead Did you love me only in my head? Well the things you said and did to me They seem to come so easily The love I thought I'd won You give for free
Whispers at the bus stop Well, I've heard about nights out in the school yard I found out about you I found out about you
Rumors follow everywhere you go Like when you left and I was last to know Well you're famous now and there's no doubt In all the places you hang out They know your name and they know what you're about
Whispers at the bus stop Well, I've heard about nights out in the school yard I found out about you I found out about you
Street lights blink on through the car window I get the time too often on AM Radio Well you know it's all I think about I write your name, drive past your house Your boyfriend's over I watch your light go out
Whispers at the bus stop Well, I've heard about nights out in the school yard I found out about you I found out about you
Whispers at the bus stop Well, I've heard about nights out in the shool yard I found out about you I found out about you I found out about you
RE: Those of us born in another country but now live in an English speaking country, do you speak your
English has us spoiled. We use so much slang and leave so many words out that when we go to learn other languages (such as the Slavic ones) we try to translate things as we actually say them, not how we should say them.Sadly, in Romanian and Serbian, I only know how to cuss.