keep it as long as you can. (Meredith holding her moms hand walking down some stairs) (George in the shower, Izzie is sitting on the toilet.) MVO: And as for rules… George: Better not be using my toothbrush. Izzie: I’m not. MVO: Maybe there are none. (Meredith walks up to a table and sits down with Derek) MVO: Maybe the rules of intimacy are something you have to define for yourself. ************************ In no way do I own officially anything that I upload – it ALL belongs to ABC <b>…</b>
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I have been in a relationship for 6 years. He isn’t hard to please at all. We barely have sex and it isn’t because he don’t want to I am not interested. His body is sexy and he is well endowed to boot. He never goes anywhere, he doesn’t hang out. He works and comes Straight home. He doesn’t watch to much sports and yet he knows evey play made. He isn’t jealous and he doesn’t complain if I go out hang out or even stay out all night. I never found a phone number or had a run in with anyone. He is to perfect what is it. He is kind to people but doesn’t talk Alto until he is invited into the conversation. He says he isn’t interested in no other woman. He isn’t freaky like for a threesome etc. He is a manly man. He isn’t quiet but yet reserved and highly intelligent. He works and can hold a job. He starts off in the low scales but always becomes manger or at least helps the manager. Heisn’tt a joker but we have fun. He cleans cooks and gets everything I need hand and foot. Other girlfriends say he was never this way with them. He seems to be unreal to me like anything I have ever seen before. He washes clothes hangs and folds them .He has no kids and he is the only male of the siblings. Heisn’tt a momma boy although he calls his mom frequently. He is a tall 6’6 200+ not really big but strong. Everyone of my friends say he is cute strong and loves me to death. One day if he messes up can I forgive him or will I let him go. He seems as if he is to perfect and has been all these years. His cell phone rings with only a few coworkerss a friend maybe and his family mom dad or sister. He can leave his wallet and Idon’tt go through it although it seems to good to be true. He has never called me out of my name such as the b word or anything. I am not complaining but its boring. He tells me I am all heneedss and wants. Am I being ungrateful. This is why I am not sexually attractive to him I think because he is to easy to figure out I guess. Everyone even my mom says I am lucky. Idon’tt know what if he is jusht atat good and sneaky. I think I would go on a killing spree if I find out differently. I trust him to much and it feels funny doing so. I love him and we are partners in crime meaning we know every secret of each other and love to tell them to each other. He is like my best friend in this entire world. I have one problem I got angry with him because of a situation and we broke up and I met someone else who cant compare to him in nay way excepfinanciallyly. I ended up marrying this guy 19 dayAfterer meeting him. My boyfriend didn’tknow and stildon’tnt. I feel so bad because I let my anger do this to me. Ididn’tnt work and I moved out and back with him. I want to tell him but I cant I feel as if I havdestroyeded our trust but yet I believe he will understand and forgive me an move on but I simply cant. I love him and he has a great dude. I will be crushed if he kept it cool because I reallydon’tt know what to think then. What do I do. I have a divorce coming up from this other guy. I have been acting a little shitty but trying to do this without his help guide and love is rough. Damn what do I do. The other guy did all that hedidn’tt… Buy ne everything I WANTED and needed. I am a jerk butdon’tt want to beat myself up anymore with this. Help me out what do I do
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I know i have asked many questions at yahoo but i never really knew what the right one was. I am bad at expressing myself but anyways i would say that i am a very unlucky man. Life its hard and you have to work hard to get through it. Since i was a child i always dreamed of a family i never had. My mom and dad living at different countries completely tore me apart and i came to discover myself and see through people, what they were like. It wasn’t that my mom and dad were divorced or anything, to be honest my dad worked to support us so that we could study at the best possible place. But as time went by things slowly started to change. Changes that have no answer, my mom started having an affair and i knew all about it. My dad who worked 24/7 and sacrificed his life for us didn’t mean anything for my mom. I knew at that moment every dream about having a complete family was ruined. At that point i couldn’t concentrate on my studies so i started drinking and this eventually lead for me to move with my dad in Denmark where he worked.
Life was different in Denmark compared to Pakistan. Well i had no choice but to start at a language center so that i could start at a High School later onwards. My drinking problem did not stop though and i went out in clubs and drank a lot till i met this girl. I would say the best part of my life was with her, i managed to stop drinking while i was with her, but all of our relationship was based on a lie which i told her. I could never keep her happy because i was broken down in the inside till she finally saw it for herself and broke up with me. The thing is that she had no more feelings for me in the end because i never knew how to enjoy life, i never did.
The best part of my just took off, i could never tell her about the real me, we argued once after we broke up and it finished everything and the last thing she ever said was, that i will not ever be happy. And as i looked at that text, i realized that i never was happy in my life.
My dad is a great person, the best man i know in my life. Staring at him somethings when he is asleep, i cry. I cry for the things he has done for me and i know if i tell him about my mom, everything would vanish. My dad worked his all life at this restaurant which is actually owned by his brother. Well my uncle if said properly, has a son at my age.
He has the perfect life, i went school with him. He always had the perfect things, money and cars. But not for a single second have i felt jealous of the things he has. I always thought in a different way, that one day i will also have these things and take my dad along once i finished my studies and got a job.
We have the same friends, me and my cousin. Things were rough after my ex broke up with me, i started drinking again and got into fights which ended bad for me. I broke my nose twice and had two operations. But my cousin and my so called friends made fun of me and my nose. The truth is they would never understand me so i just ignored them. But to be honest all the bad things always happen to me for a reason. Sometimes i don’t know what to do, maybe you could help ?
Don’t be too harsh on your mom, no it wasn’t right for her to cheat on your dad, but then again it’s better for a man to have less “things” and spend time with his wife and family,otherwise he becomes a stranger who only supplies money.
Next, get in church it’ll help you because you’ll meet people who have it together and you can learn a lot from them.The United Pentecostal churches are good try one of them.
Cavan: filthy, ignorant hillbillies, puritanical papists.
Hobbies: discovering IRA ammo dumps and knitting black balaclavas.
Kerry: stupid but loveable.
Hobbies: Gaelic football, scraping pig foetus off their wellies and chain-smoking.
Wicklow North: sports car driving country snobs (Greystones, Enniskerry)
Hobbies: Sticking their noses in the air and referring to themselves as “one”.
Wicklow South: sheep shaggers.
Hobbies: Sitting in field with their neighbours and talking about the”banjaxed hydraulics on the JCB”, collecting the dole.
Dublin North: criminals, drug dealers and factory workers, easy women, unmarried mothers, skinheads and all-round examples of human waste.
Hobbies: Heroin and watching serial numbers being filed off stolen BMW’s, Doing hand-breakers.
Dublin South: west Brits, snobs, rich, easy glamorous women.
Hobbies: colonic irrigation and sleeping with their best friend’s spouse.
Limerick: violent, racist scum of the earth, knife-wielding prostitutes.
Hobbies: play rugby while stabbing each other with screwdrivers and then complaining about their city’s bad reputation.
Donegal: look down on all-others, aloof.
Hobbies: Turning their noses up at all and sundry
Cork: jealous of Dubliners, highly-sexualized women.
Hobbies: Standing at the side of the Motorway and making smug faces at the cars with Dublin plates.
Tipperary: beautiful pristine girls, hard to get into bed but worth it if you can because that County does not have two different Ridings for nothing!
Hobbies: Getting a flat in Dublin and losing their accents and hoping their parents don’t find out.
Meath: Dublin wannabes.
Hobbies: Beating Dublin at GAA and hoping that one day somebody in Dublin will actually notice.
Galway: sophisticated boggers could be mistaken for a South Dubliner, sexually adventurous, cultured and wealthy. Hobbies: Teaching sex acrobatics to foreign tourists, dropping acid, paying a million pounds for a three bedroom suburban house and pretending it was a bargain.
Kildare: alcoholics.
Hobbies: Waking up in barns with a bottle on one side and hatchet-faced Biddy on the other.
Mayo: Depressing, defeatist, negative, misery-laden losers, emigrate as soon as the umbilical cord is cut.
Hobbies: Dropping a lighted cigarette on his mattress and then being burned alive in a Cricklewood boarding house so he can have his remains flown back to Knock Airport for burial.
Louth: IRA supporters, smugglers and bandits, beautiful girls (Dundalk).
Hobbies: Tearing through Cooley at 125MPH trying to stop the boxes of cheap vodka from falling out the window.
Waterford: decent honest hard-workers generally good folks.
Hobbies: Calling a strike.
Clare: fiddle-playing charming simpletons and, more recently, neo-nazis.
Hobbies: Falling into pot-holes and being never heard from ever again.
Sligo: go-getters, strong sense of free enterprise, likes to make cash.
Hobbies: get rich and b*llix to everything else.
Kilkenny: harmless innocent alcoholics.
Hobbies: Sending their only son to fashion college in Dublin and then wondering why he never brings girls home and why he is always looking in The Brown Thomas catalogue?
Carlow: who cares?
Hobbies: Move to Dublin and then best forgotten about.
Offaly: mad for playing sports and having fun, generally liked.
Hobbies: To win a pub.
Leitrim: Enigmatic reclusive weirdos.
Hobbies: Being absorbed into surrounding counties, quietly.
Longford: Gombeen men.
Hobbies: Legalizing bestiality.
Laois: the real boggers and proud of it generally held in high esteem by Dubliners.
Hobbies: Living an honest life, collecting EU development grants.
Westmeath: Mysterious boggers, cryptic.
Hobbies: Trying, unsuccessfully, to get noticed.
Wexford: selling their “home-grown” organic fruit (bought at supermarket that morning) at the side of the road in summer and ripping-off gullible Dubliners out for a drive in the country.
Hobbies: Ripping off tourists is more than enough.
Roscommon and Monaghan are missing, but sure did anyone notice
Thats funny.
Doing hand-breaker – your not far wrong with this northsider one.
Also I like to call westmeath fakemeath to annoy my friends.
At this time, I would need to bore you with a question about value of life and I do need real information from u all friends about USA because only u are the trustable source to search true information.
Living in my country, I’ve just always felt under pressure and can’t find myself.
1-Women here are inferior to men.
2-People are jealous, closed mind, and discrimination, especially on women—women to women, men criticize women, but this never happen on men. Example, 2 friends—male and female, they are just friends no more than this– walk together home from school. The girl will be negatively stereotyped as an easy, odd, not casual and not good to look by the eyes of neighbors.
Why people here love to prejudge other people’s way of doing? Why people here love to act as they are the ones having duty to judge someone is good or bad?
Why do they judge by just a part of seeing rather than use their brain to think deeply?
They love to be involved in negative judgment, but keep mouse silence for advantage of someone.
That’s why, women here are passive. Women here are always afraid of being negatively prejudged by neighbors for what she does. So women here do things that neighbor would value rather than do by her personality. It seems women here are just like artists who need to perform well for the eyes of audiences. She is not her.
3-The older have power on the younger. Example, in class, students respect their teacher out of duty. They respect their teacher as second parents. When teacher says something is right or wrong, they obey and follow. Students are afraid to ask or ask many questions unless the teacher asks students to ask questions. Another example about between relatives. A nice or nephew can’t protest his or her aunt or uncle—by tradition—in an equivalent manner. The younger complain only in a lower manner, manner of respecting. If the nice or nephew complain by equivalent manner, it means that the child is unrespectful to the older= cruel= uneducated by parents= too low social class family race. So in real situation here, sometimes, youngers are pressured to get fault because the older can not loose face by recognizing their—older—fault. It is hard for younger to complain with the older because we have a system of respectful to the older.
But I think it is unreasonable and communist. I must have equal right to complain with the older.
4-The law here is untrustable. For example about the beauty shop. After a period of treatment to beauty skin of customers, the result becomes worse. In this situation the customer becomes a victim with no response from the shop and the law can’t go to.
When someone have a cool and go to by medicine, the medicine seller doen’t guide how many days the patient should need to have medicine but instead the seller asks the patient, “How many day u want to have medicine?”
In hospital, doctors don’t care about their schedule to care patients but instead the doctors expect the patients’ relatives to remember what are the treatment that the patient have been provided.
5-Women here are well protected in order not to make mistakes. The statement sounds like women are so luck here but if u look deeply at it, u will see that it makes women become passive, are limited and closed her brain and freedom from all of her action in the society.Why? Why by tradition women are afraid of having mistakes while men can experience freely in the society? Is there any one can walk without passing many fall down? If women are kept to stay in one place because of afraid of making mistakes, can she develop herself?
Women here are regarded as white paper while men are regarded as gold. After spoiling, goal remain goal but the white paper can’t be cured.
Unreasonable statement. Why people follow unreasonable thing? Why people dare not to complain and make a change to make a better statement?
These are just some small part of dark life in here, there are still manyyyyyyyy more.
Living here makes me feel uncomfortable and meaningless. Everything seems up side down. I have heard some about USA and I want to better my life there, but I am still not sure whether what I have heard about USA is true or just fake.
By asking many people who are studying and living in USA, they say 90% in USA is plus. The US government provides value to life of all people. They also say situations in USA is totally opposite to here. No class system, no discrimination, equal right between men and women, women are not passive as women here because women in USA can do as what men can.
They also say, “if u work hard, your life here is much more wonderful to compare to here.”
I value hard working because only work hard can pay for good futur, but I still doubt about the meaning of hard working in USA. Does it means work till the person’s energy fall down to zero? The expenses in USA is very high, so the meaning should be like this? If so, I don’t people can have happiness. But perh
Stumped is giving false information.
While the USA is not a paradise it is a good place to live because here you can make your life into anything you want it to be.
The problem is that there are so many people all trying to get here that most have to be turned away. Also as you stated it is very expensive and even more expensive for an immigrant.
Unforgettable Halloween
It was late October and a few days before All Saint’s Day. A girl named Lisa went home to their province with her parents. They were visiting Lisa’s Uncle George and her cousin Tyler. One evening, Lisa heard that Tyler was watching a horror movie. “This movie stinks! I want to encounter a real ghost; that would make a meaningful Halloween for me” Tyler said. “I suggest we walk around the town at midnight; it was rumored that many creepy ghosts wander around town at midnight especially during Halloween” Uncle George suggested. “That’s a brilliant idea! An actual encounter with the paranormal would make a significant Halloween for me” Tyler said. “Are you planning to have a face to face encounter with ghosts later at night?’ Lisa asked. “Yeah we are and would you like to join us?” Uncle George asked. “I guess I don’t want to” Lisa answered. “Would you like to sleep for hours later? Or would you rather spend many exciting hours witnessing the spooky spirits that wander the town at night?” Tyler asked. “I’d rather thrill myself in seeing ghosts than to just sleep and do nothing at home” Lisa answered. “If that’s the case then you should come with us” Uncle George invited Lisa over. “Let’s get something sacred so we get protected from bad spirits” Lisa suggested. Uncle George got a rosary from his cabinet. “I suggest we go to our morgue” Tyler said. “You mean the place where med students like you cut up the cadavers to learn about the human body” Uncle George asked. “Yes exactly and I have the key so we can unlock the door and make a quick visit to see ghosts” Tyler answered. As they entered, they saw an old man lying on the dissecting table with a blank expression on his face. “Let’s ignore him, he looks harmless anyway” Tyler said and he heard a wailing voice. In another dissecting table, a corpse of a girl was wincing in pain for someone left a scissor embedded on her intestines. Lisa noticed a man standing by the door. He soon left and walked away. Lisa felt her hair standing up as she saw the identity of the cadaver beside her. The cadaver was also the man who was standing by the door awhile ago. When she looked at the door, she saw the man who was now smiling back at her. Then, a severed head of a man floated in front of them and was telling them to leave. Next, was a woman whose chest was opened and was carrying a scissor. “You have no respect for the dead, you don’t give us peace by opening our bodies” the woman said and came charging at them with the scissor. “Let’s run, the woman might dissect us” Lisa said and opened the door. Tyler locked the door and they went back home. They waited patiently for midnight and when midnight came, the three sneaked out of the house and began their ghost hunting. The howling of dogs and the dark streets gave them the feeling that ghosts were lurking the whole town. “It’s very dark and spooky at this time of the day; good thing we have a flashlight to see in the dark” Lisa said when she saw an image. They just came across a hearse travelling on the road. “There’s only a black shadow driving the hearse” Uncle George observed. “It was said that the driver had a heart attack when he glanced at the rear view mirror and saw the dead smiling back at him” Tyler said. “Let’s not dare look at the hearse again for we might end up like the poor driver” Lisa said avoiding the funeral car. Lisa guided their way by means of the flashlight and was shocked and dropped her flashlight. Then, they were nearing a cliff. “Look at this, written on this branch are two names inside a heart” Lisa said while she pointed it using her flashlight. “Those names are names of two lovers, the boyfriend was killed by a jealous lover by stabbing him” Uncle George explained. “It was said that the man used his blood to write their names even before the jealous lover was able to push him down the cliff” Tyler added. “I heard that if you go around the tree for seven times, something very scary will happen” Lisa said. “Let me try it” Tyler said and he began to do it. On the fifth spin, Uncle George pulled him away from the tree. “What just happened?” Tyler asked. “The dead lover was floating and encircling the tree and he tried to push you down the cliff” Lisa answered. “It was like the spirit tried to possess you” Uncle George added. “Let’s proceed to the cemetery” Uncle George said. When they entered the cemetery gates, Lisa shouted at the top of her lungs. In front of her was a coffin which was removed from its vault. It was opened and the dead gave them a creepy stare which made Lisa scream. The three left that spot and walked around the cemetery. “That corpse was recently opened by someone because the corpse had golden teeth which cost a fortune” Tyler explained as he saw the teeth glistening under the moonlight. Then, they walked around the cemetery and noticed a white candle floating in the air. Then, an old woman dressed in her burial clothes appeared before them. The old wo
Then, an old woman dressed in her burial clothes appeared before them. The old woman continued to hover in the air and disappeared after passing by her tomb. They were about to exit the gates when a devil appeared in front of them and closed the gate. The devil suddenly turned into a big black dog and chased them around the cemetery. Lisa and Tyler climbed up a tree and Uncle George grabbed the rosary from his pocket and hits the devil with it. The devil disappeared in a cloud of black smoke. They ran for the gate when a man with black eyes blocked their way. They were forced to run to the exit at the far end of the cemetery when a skeleton who had just risen from his grave chased them, They were able to get out of the pace and the skeleton wasn’t able to catch them. “That was one exciting but frightful night” Tyler said. “An actual encounter with the supernatural was a remarkable event that happened to me at Halloween” Uncle George said. “Let’s do it again on the Halloween of next yea
Great Story. It would have been a hoot if it was Aunt Georgia instead of Uncle George, but leave it the way you wrote it. How did Tyler get a key to the morgue? You need to explain that. Is he a medical student? You need a reason he has a key. I like the way you only show a few ghost at the morgue and then you move them on. I think if you had too many ghost in one place, you loose your story. People, even ghost hunters, don’t want to see 500 ghost at one time. I am wondering about the part…..They ran for the gate when a man with Black eyes,…..I am wondering if that shouldn’t be red eyes instead. It is midnight, you probably wouldn’t notice black eyes, but red or yellow, or green eyes might be noticeable. Great story