gabrielle95 Forum Posts (1,726)

RE: Of some interest to all...

Very interesting! Thank you!

RE: Spelling mistakes... does it matter

Had not seen your answer before I posted mine. It takes me quite some time to write a post in what is my 3rd language. That's why many times I'm the last one to post. Everyone else is already busy on another thread. I hate it!!

RE: Spelling mistakes... does it matter

And I notice your post didn't receive any answers either.
Maybe some people are to busy to insult each other. But at least they do that without any spelling or grammar mistakes.
Since I'm om the forums, I learned a lot of new words. But I guess they are quite "naughty" because I never find them in my dictionnary.

RE: Spelling mistakes... does it matter

Have you ever wondered why foreigners
have trouble with the English Language?

Let's face it
English is a stupid language.

There is no egg in the eggplant
No ham in the hamburger
And neither pine nor apple in the pineapple.
English muffins were not invented in England
French fries were not invented in France.
We sometimes take English for granted
But if we examine its paradoxes we find that
Quicksand takes you down slowly
Boxing rings are square
And a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
If a vegetarian eats vegetables
What the heck does a humanitarian eat!?
Why do people recite at a play
Yet play at a recital?
Park on driveways and
Drive on parkways
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy
Of a language where a house can burn up as
It burns down
And in which you fill in a form
By filling it out
And a bell is only heard once it goes!
English was invented by people, not computers
And it reflects the creativity of the human race
(Which of course isn't a race at all)
That is why
When the stars are out they are visible
But when the lights are out they are invisible
And why its is that when I wind up my watch
It starts
But when I wind up this observation, it ends.

RE: Just for the record....so lets get it straight

I did feel completely invisible when I started to post on a thread. Never had any answer or even an emoticon.
After some time, I've been attacked by a well-known multi-profile. Some nice people came to my rescue and I now start to have good friends here. And I do laugh a lot!!!

RE: Help asked : what is love and friendship ??????

In your profile you said you "like to listen to some good music (it could happens that I sing when I listen to some really good songs)".
I guess you have some feelings when you listen to that music. Now you have to learn to apply the same kind of feelings to people. It could take some time but it's not the first you are successfull in beating a heavy problem.

RE: How far would you travel to meet someone?

I would love to have someone travelling halfway around the world just to meet me !
Maybe my dream will come true one day? Que sera, sera.

RE: When is the last time you..danced around your floorspace,alone ?

2 days ago - got some good news - have been waltzing alone all around my apartment.

RE: WHAT WILL YOU SAY WHEN YOU MEET GOD ??

Nothing, I don't believe in god so I will not meet him/her.

RE: if someone will ask you for help! and you can help.answer?

Most of time, I try to help. But it depends on who asks what.

RE: What will you say...

WITH his portly belly and a fondness for a brandy-fuelled spin on the sleigh, Santa Claus is hardly the picture of health or safety.
Now his wild ways are catching up with him, with calls for a radical overhaul of his bad boy image. A study by Monash University public health expert Dr Nathan Grills found Santa could be promoting obesity, speeding and drink-driving, and damaging millions of lives.
The childhood legend should be used to promote a healthy lifestyle, the study, published in the British Medical Journal, found.
It suggested Santa slim down by ditching the cookies, mince pies and milk, and instead snacking on his reindeers' carrots and celery sticks. Santa also should trade in the sleigh for a bike or throw his sack over his shoulder and hit the global road on foot.
And the brandy should definitely be banished, because of its pound-piling potential.
It could also put Santa at risk of drink-driving, given that he visits billions of houses and takes a tipple at each.
His reckless behaviour could also encourage extreme sports such as roof surfing and chimney jumping - not to mention speeding.
At the very least he should buckle up or don a helmet, the study says.
Santa also has the potential to spread infectious diseases, the review warns. If he sneezes or coughs around 10 times a day, all the children who sit on his lap may end up with swine flu.
Dr Grills denied he was a "public health scrooge".
"I wouldn't go as far as saying that Santa causes obesity - it's more about raising wider issues around advertising and public health," he said.
"Christmas is about a loving and giving. I would like to see us reclaim that part of Santa, not seeing him used as a pawn in a marketing campaign."
Given Santa's popularity Dr Grills argues that "Santa only needs to affect health by 0.1 per cent to damage millions of lives".

Monash University public health expert Dr Nathan Grills says Santa Claus promotes obesity, speeding, drink-driving
• From: Herald Sun - December 18, 2009

RE: What will you say...

Welcome back! I've been waiting for you since 56 years.

RE: WHAT WILL YOU SAY WHEN YOU MEET GOD ??

Why is everybody talking about him?
I thought god was a black woman

RE: WHAT WILL YOU SAY WHEN YOU MEET GOD ??

and why doesn't he love people in Haiti or in Chile?

RE: whats your favorite wild animal???????

Tsssssss!

RE: Dating an older woman

I had a love at first sight for a guy 13 yrs younger than me and it was reciprocal. Whe spent great time together until he had to go back to his country. But we still chat by mail or phone and hope to met again one day.
Now I chating with a man who is 17 older than me. We have so much in common and we will probaly meet soon. Age wasn't even mentionned in our conversations. If I have a chance to be loved and to be in love, I don't want to miss the opportunity. Would not want to live with regrets that I did not try!

RE: Would you marry a fiance that is more than 10 years younger than you?

Good night Nuliiiiiiiii

RE: Would you marry a fiance that is more than 10 years younger than you?

Yes
No

RE: Am I the granny of the site?

So far, it seems I'm the oldest most mature!

RE: They say life begin's at 40...

Don't worry, you all young people! Life is even better after 60!

RE: The most friendly ladies i have met on cs.

Depends on what picture you show!

RE: Finding a mature partner in a foreign land??

Do you need my help AGAIN, EM???
Be nice to Maisie, she's a wonderful lady.

RE: The most friendly ladies i have met on cs.

For example, you drive me nuts

RE: What happened to you today..........

Sorry I forgot.

RE: one day i will ......

I really really hope for you it will happen soon!

RE: one day i will ......

The only thing you will know is that you never know!

RE: The most friendly ladies i have met on cs.

WHAT ????? WHAT DO YOU MEAN ?????

You mean exemple?

RE: What happened to you today..........

Good suggestion, Maisie.

Many women waiting for you here, Big John. There is more than movie, popcorn and wine in Cyprus.

RE: The most friendly ladies i have met on cs.

You forgot all the friendly women in other European countries!
Cyprus for example!

For women everywhere

When you have to visit a public toilet, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the cubicle doors. Every cubicle is occupied.

Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the cubicle. You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants! The dispenser for the modern 'seat covers' (invented by someone's Mum, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your bag on the door hook, if there was one, so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mum would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!) down with your pants and assume ' The Stance'. In this
position, your aging, toneless, thigh muscles begin to shake. You'd love to sit down, but having not taken time to wipe the seat or to lay toilet paper on it, you hold 'The Stance.'

To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, 'Dear, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!' Your thighs shake more.

You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your bag (the bag around your neck, that now you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time).

That would have to do, so you crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It's still smaller than your thumbnail.
Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work. The door hits your bag, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your bag topple backward against the tank of the toilet.

"Occupied!" you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your
precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, while losing your footing altogether and sliding down directly onto the TOILET SEAT.
It is wet of course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try.
You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew,
because you're certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, 'You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get'.

By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl and spraying a fine mist of water that covers your bum and runs down your legs and into your shoes. The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force and you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too. At this point, you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a sweet wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to
the sinks.

You can't figure out how to operate the taps with the automatic
sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women still waiting. You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it?) You yank the paper from your shoe, plonk it in the woman's hand, and tell her warmly, "Here, you just might need this."

As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used, and left the men's toilet. Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so long and why is your bag hanging around your neck?"

This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with any public toilets.