In no particular order...
My Dad. He isn't perfect, but despite all that he raised me right and I'm so grateful to have had such a father figure in my life. Without my Dad, I wouldn't be the eccentric, independent and creative person I am today.
Nathan and Ashley, the best siblings you could ask for. Because they're like me (placid/can't be arsed wth bickering), I've been able to grow up in a household with people I can always have a laugh with; people I'm on the same wavelength as. They're nuts and I love them to bits!
And now the one you're probably all expecting. Jason. We've been going out nearly eight months now and he is my everything. He's generous, funny and handsome, appreciates me for who I am and makes me feel good about myself without making me depend on him to make me feel that way, if you know what I mean. He's so good to me; a lovely, fun person who never fails to make me smile. I'm so excited about the future we have together; I know that as long as it's with him, my future will be beautiful. I've never felt as lucky to have someone as I have about him. <3
Мистерия - посвящение в вершителей судеб людских.
Не жалуйтесь! За вами Выбор! Не ропщите, ибо в вашей власти ставить над собой Властителей жизни .
Мудрость снизойдет до вас. Не раскрывайте веки и сомкните губы, "вам велено молчать".
Владетелями тайны нарекут, кто молча глас отдаст за "избранных" в чьих "игрищах есть истины печать".
На жертвеннике еще не остыла кровь, а на "театре" пляшущие жрицы, на неофила льется тайный свет.
Мы слышим "глас народа" : "Г Д Е ФАКЕЛОНОСЕЦ?" - ЕГО давно уж НЕТ!
This is the most amazing man there ever lived.
I've always wished for it, but never had it happen. Every time I ride my bike, I glance for stowed away notes, secret declarations. Nada.
This doesn't mean I'll ever give up this dream. But it's always surprised me. Closest I came was a boy who would stalk me a little, but there was no secret about that. No anonymity. He'd text me and tell me to hold still. Stuff like that. Sigh. He was a darling.
Ah, memories of being a secret admirer come back, but having one? Not so much. I think I was too much of a boy to get liked by one.
I grew up, with three brothers, in a mostly boys neighborhood. All the girls of that tiny village-esq area, were the kind of kids that have known each other "like forever" and and it was very hard for me to fit in. But having two brothers made me more prone to playing sports and video games instead of dolls and dress up.
I guess being around boys and being treated like one, makes it harder for them to see you as a girl. Thank god for boobs.
That's a touchy subject... My Dad is no longer here and the only other guy that I would put on a pedestal like that isn't talking to me right now. I'll skip that question if you don't mind. Moving on...
Since we're talking Movember, I'll plug my company's Movember team! Here's the link to my page. I'm totally participating! Check out my 'stache and donate here: http://mosista.co/alyo
My grandfather, who shares my passion for music. His father was a tenor at the Met. He is a jazz drummer who had met and gigged with so many influential musicians. He's the only other musician in the family, the only one who I truly connect with about music. While I have friends and colleagues I can discuss it with, it can get very lonely not being able to share my passion with my family. Because of him, I don't feel as out of place as I once did.
And my boyfriend Adam. He's really been such a blessing in my life the last 2 years. He's my rock. Always supportive of my career, my choices even if it means we have to be apart. He's driven me across the country to meet with professors. He took me to my Navy audition even though he knew if I got accepted we wouldn't be together, and as much as it upset him he put me before his own needs. He puts up with my intense-ness, my manic ramblings about everything and nothing. He's picked up a lot of shattered pieces of me, and managed to put them back together. He's understanding, kind, quiet, patient and absolutely everything to me.
Деньги - это придуманный способобмана!
Для растамана деньги - мариуана.
Так вот выборы - это придуманный способ обмана не только для растаманов, но и для всей РОссии.
"оппозицией" грызловцам и жириновцам по некоторым вопросам, но по кардинальным проблемам обустройства
страны противиться буржуазно-чиновной "демократии" всерьез не будут. СР за "социализм" с сохранением частной
собственности на природные ресурсы, на земельные, лесные и другие угодья, на основные средства производства
в промышленности, строительстве, транспорте, связи. Явлинский и Миронов за "хороший, правильный" капитализм
при буржуазной демократии /как в потрясаемой сейчас Европе/. Тут у них смысловых противоречий. с ЕР и ЛДПР нет.
И при трех, и при пятипартийной Госдуме непрмирмой с линией Ельцина-Путина-Медведева будет только КПРФ.
I ended up dating them...?
Seriously, though, as far as I know, every girl that has actually been interested in me I've eventually uncovered. [inflated opinion]I'm actually fairly sensitive to those sort of changes and/or vibes.[/inflated opinion] [sad truth]It's when I end up in the relationship that I apparently become sucky at detecting changes.[/sad truth]
My fiance is the love of my life, and has kept me sane throughout a lot of crap. And my best guy friend is like an older brother to me.
I wish I could say my uncle, but he is no longer on this earth. And I definitely can't say my birth father...The gov't is looking for his arrest :-/
But at least I was able to answer this question with some positiveness.
Ваша форма вопроса "допотопная", т.к. ваш опрос не отвечает на главный вопрос: "Чего ждет народ? Кто ему нужен?" Все зациклились на персоналиях и на партиях. Народу нужен совершенно другой кандидат с новыми предложениями и идеями. Поэтому ваш вопрос надо детализировать и в нем размещать "других кандидатов"... Например, «Другой кандидат № 1: Леон Ива - автор новых альтернативных идей, изобретений по решению важнейших проблем общества, о чем см. на http://www.leoniva.ru , http://www.iva-istina.narod.ru и др...
For many reasons but for this one I love him more than anything....
My Dad has taken early retirement, he used to be the Headmaster at a fairly exclusive school where he earned shit loads of money. My Mum is a teacher who is also now semi - retired but who used to work at that school. There used to be a little 6 year old girl in my Mums class who would constantly write my Mum letters. This 6 year old sweet little girl used to write my Mum letters about someone (I forget the name but lets say it was Jody).
I used to read these letters the little 6 year old little girl wrote to my Mum and I found them so cute..... However, I remember reading some of the last ones and they said stuff like.... "Jody and I went to the theme park, we rode the rides and it was great fun, we then saw the animals in the zoo. Jody couldn't get up the hill because of her wheelchair". "Jody and I had candy floss, we bought toys, sweets and had a wonderful time"....
It turned out that this little 6 year old's mother was Jody.... Jody had terminal cancer and they were enjoying their last days together (unknown to the little girl)....
Shortly afterwards my Mum left the School. However, the little 6 year old girl kept sending my mother letters about Jody. I read most of them.... The other teachers at the school resented the fact my mother had such a good relationship with her pupils. So one day when the little 6 year old girl gave a letter for my mum to her teacher about her mums terminal cancer (thinking all teachers were friends ect - like innocent little kids do) the teacher got mad. She sent the little 6 year old girl to the Headmaster....
Now remember when you were 6.... The absolute worst punishment you could possibly get would be to get sent to the Headmaster. It is something you would dread, fear, cry about, have nightmares about and was the worst of the worst punishments. I can imagine the little 6 year old in total fear when she had to go to the Headmaster's office....
However, the Headmaster was my Dad.... The little 6 year old girl came into his office and told him what happened. My Dad knowing that the little 6 year old's Mum had terminal cancer and knowing that she hadn't done anything wrong, comforted her and sent her back to class.
My Dad then called the teacher into his office. I don't know exactly what happened but apparently my Dad went on to be completely ballistic, was extremely mad and went on to completely destroy this teacher, had a massive go at her and made her feel about an inch small....
For those reasons.... My Dad is my absolute Hero....
A secret admirer? Oh, yes, it was a short-lived, cute little thing. He left me a note in my locker for Valentine's Day and another later with a gift. He was the sweetest guy I had ever met - fellow band geek, nerd, friend. It was such a shame I was taken at the time, though I sometimes wonder what would've happened if I'd come to my senses and given him a chance.
My dad isn't there enough to be considered important, and the only other man that once had that title has moved on, and so shall i.
I'll find my next important man when it finds me :)
He told me late one night once upon a time in the beginning of October. It was a dark, cold bar. He had a furrowed brow and hands clutched around his drink because it spelled, for him, salvation, whenever he could reach that magic number. I had not planned for this. I thought I was the secret admirer. Everything had gone wrong, so I asked him to kiss me.
The following week, he smiled that tortured smile and took his promises back and handed me a recited apology. Save, he was saying none of it the way he had rehearsed. Save, he spoke of responsibilities and obligations and forgot to retract the feelings, the candor and the confessions and the hopes he'd had, and his silences stretched into his words for the sake of words, and I followed them.
Remember him as sublimating panic. Remember him as a tense, indecisive boy with a furrowed brow. There was a moment where he spoke of his intentions and I looked past his shoulder, out into the walkway, and my heart broke, but it was not breaking only for me.
Remember how he told you he felt he'd rounded a corner, with small relief. Remember him falling back on old wistful smiles at you over the heads of friends weeks later.
Remember this past week and this evening, him with a girl and his energy hitting high notes in her sphere, his intent orbit; and how you whispered in time to your steps on your way home in the dark, panting or praying. And how when it aches deep emptiness you must promise yourself, It's not worth knowing. It was never worth knowing.
I don't know if I have. If so, I guess they kept it a pretty good secret. Well, actually - someone told me (well after the fact) that one of the rugby girls kind of had a crush on me at one point (when I was still playing). I thought that was kind of cute.
On the flip-side of that, I might actually be secret admiring someone, which is a little strange, because I love Steve very much. But I guess you never really plan on having a silly little crush on someone, lol.
Several weeks later, the man (whose verbal English was limited) presented me with a poem. He'd titled it "Here Comes Phebemarie". Among other romantic literary devices, there was a stanza comparing me to jasmine blossoms. I was both flattered and extremely embarrassed. When he asked if the poem was okay, I said yes (what else could I say), and he took it back. Puzzled, I didn't follow-up until I realized the man's intent was to submit it for critique to the creative writing class.
I asked the professor if he could request the man take out references to my name before the class received copies. The professor at first hesitated, but when he read the poem he convinced the student not to submit it for review. Of course, the man never spoke to me or presented poems to me again. I deserved that, I think.
Weeeeeeeeeelll.... Back in High School I kept finding notes in my locker. Telling me how pretty I am and that we have a class together, but the person didn't get to talk to me cause I usually get out asap when the bell rings for the next class. I kinda ignored it at first until one letter told me that they learned that I was open to both genders, and since this person confessed to be a girl I thought, "This person might not be so bad," but the whole letter shit had to stop,
Then one day the girl finally comes up to me and begins to tell me how pretty I am and how she'd love to take care of me and be her's forever. I was sitting with a person I was friends with back then and could see crystal clear how creeped out and scared I was. I did apologize and say, "I'm sorry, but it just won't work out and you'll find someone someday." She took it pretty well, but I could tell I broke her in a way.
I've had several people who "secretly" liked me and all were busted. One went even as far to ask if I was a virgin. IDK how many times I've been asked that. Who cares if a person is a virgin or not? That's personal business.
So, yeah. That's my story. It's not horrible probably compaired to other people, but good grief... No one wants to start a friendship and see where it leads. It's like they want to take me, put me in a basement and every once in awhile feed me animal crackers and give me water. ajkfajfkajhfjkhfjkaf
ЗЫ: Дело в том, что этот документ обезличен и Ваш выбор тоже обезличен (читай "безразличен"). В конце накрывают стол, менты-надзиратели идут пить-закусывать. Тётки всю ночь выполняют норматив: рвут Ваш заполненный бюллетень и ставят птичку за "нашего кандидата". От Вас требуется только быть гражданином РФ, ещё лучше - расписаться за заполненный не Вами бюллетень. Получил = голосовал = +1 нашкандидату.
Serious? Oh well, Ive never written this story which happened in my real life. Even horror movies won't scare the shit out of me but this is real.
When I was a kid, my bed was a double decker. My grandma used the lower bed while the one on top was mine. The double decker was situated near the window. That night as always, the lights were off. I used to look out of the window and try to see the stars in the sky if there was any. Unfortunately that night, it was a dark sky. Can't see a flicker. I was always the dreamy kid...before falling to sleep my thoughts would wonder from being a super heroine I would always be dreaming of being able to fly. Sometimes thoughts of being chased endlessly but I would always be on flight to nowhere. This night was kind of different though. I thought I heard chains being dragged outside on the street. The next thing I could hear a mooo sound. And everytime I hear it, it seems getting louder and louder. I asked myself was I still dreaming or what? Oh dear, I'm not. I'm positive I'm not making this up...in a dream. I can really hear the sound as if it was right next to me. I couldn't move a thing. I just froze the whole night not moving. I thought I just fell asleep chilling... When I woke up, it was morning. Funny, I heard the terrible sound again. I looked out of the window and there it was...a real cow!
But the feeling of being admired even perhaps by someone who is duped or has duped themselves into so doing is uplifting. A fan base provides a sense of being loved and of having power over others.
Answering this on impulse.
I'm not sure I ever have, and if I have had one, I've not been aware of it since I've never looked for these things, 'sides I don't think I've attracted enough attention for such a thing, I preferably stick to blending in the shadows, not drawing attention. Too few people know me well enough to get this kind of attention.
Love is a subject I'm extremely careful about due to my own fears, so thus it's not one I will talk about in detail, if I do at all.
He used to send me flowers at work. Eventually I found out it was one of the workers in the test area-I was an engineer in the manufacturing area. He was sweet but shy and we went out a few times but I started to feel like I was a bulldozer running over him all the time and dragging him out of his comfort zone too much, which is saying a lot because I'm pretty shy in person myself.
My "love" career has more unrequited love by me than secrete admirers for me, but there are two instances of a Secrete admirer,(that I know of), even if the secrete did not last long.
What ever age I was in middle school, there was a group of kids in our neighborhood. I was almost the youngest in the gang and one of the only girls so choices for love were limited, my chances were high. A kid down the block, Paul, cut down some Lilacs down off of his mothers lilac bush and placed them on my rickety front porch. No note, just a bunch of flowers. Nothing ever came of it, we were children, but to this day I love the smell of Lilacs.
The second secrete admirer, again flower related was in 7th or 9th grade. I can't remember which grade because I had the same science teacher for both. That fact will be important in a moment.... Our school had fundraisers on holidays like valentines day, St. Patrick's day etc. where the FBLA would sell carnations that would be delivered to a class room for all to see. One day, during a science class, I actually got one. It was for St. Patrick's day, I can remember that because the flower was green. I was shocked. Had no idea that anyone noticed me let alone would spend a whole dollar on me. Fred B. was my admirer. We eventually dated but it ended right before prom. He turned Christian and told me I was going to burn in hell for my Pagan lifestyle. Yea, wow.
P.S. to the Fred story.....he eventually hooked up with a religious group that is growing popularity in Schuylerville. Don't know much about this group but they are ultra conservative where the women don't show their hair/wear long skirts, etc. and don't have contact with the community they are in... Anyhooo, Fred ended up there and got into a bit of trouble. He was in charge of the boy's youth group and.... He either is now in jail for sexual acts against a minor and/or dead. I've heard both stories, and I've confirmed the former via news articles but not the latter.
I had card reader fail. But here it is, finally.
Not sure I'd call them secret admirers because they weren't that secret.
But most guys that had crushes on me in elementary through high school were guys who thought the best way to tell a girl you liked her was to annoy her. While I know I was picked on in school, I also know that there were a few guys who did actually like me and were annoying me because of that, based on what they said to me a few times when almost no one else was around and what I overheard them tell others before. (Though I guess they might have still just been picking on me, who knows).
I ignored them all, so nothing happened. That was just kind of pathetic to act like that, especially in high school.
When I was young,we played together,he is a little old for me ,but I like playing with him,cos he always kept his kindness to me.
However,when I grow up and now I am an adult,everything gonna into another situation.I have my sister-in-law and also have my nephew,then my status in my family changes and I really do not know how to balance this.
I take my job now and sometimes I miss him and sometimes I hate them,but you know the only permanent thing is our love between each other.I love him even though we always have silence.
Dear friends,no matter how ,try to be mature and sweet.
Sort of. I once knew this pair of twin sisters. One of them told me that the other had a serious crush on me and that I should make a move. In retrospect, I wish I had as she was pretty cute. But at the time, I thought she was just messing with me as her sister didn't seem to have any interest in me. Maybe she did and I was wrong. Who knows? I guess it's a lost opportunity now.