Remember when Children's animated TV celebrities were cool icons for the kids Then after decades of innocent fun, one adult decided that these people dressed in character costume were offensive and sexist. They made innocent Children's TV characters in to a sexist and dirty thing that had to be sto...
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From The PAW Project
A national campaign that promotes life saving efforts amp the no kill programs in Australian shelters.
www.pawproject.com.au
Next Sunday, 22nd October a national rally will be held to oppose Breed Specific Legislation in every s...
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I found this post on facebook yesterday and it has left a giant question mark for myself. worth a solid thought Absolutely.
What is "ugly"
Not having designer clothing
Not having your boobs hanging out of your shirt ,
Maybe not being able to see your ribs
... ... Or feel your bones in y...
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This post is more for images than text.
I am a big believer in the other dimensional elements.
Has anyone else taken any bizarre photos
OK.
The first photo was captured from a live camera. The bottom left hand corner there is a white image. If you look close you can see the profile of a ...
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There seems to be some worldwide status as soon as you tell anyone 'I am a tram driver" or "I used to drive trams."
But, from the inside looking out, trams have their good side and the absolute darkest side you would care to imagine.
How The Government and contract holders will do anything to ...
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(UPDATE TO BELOW POST)
(Jan 28, 2012. As an update to the below...Roll on Tuesday January 24. Approx 4 or s months since I had contact with Samer. So my phone gets an sms...it's him, then the phone rings..he leaves voice messages. Apparently misses me very much, begs to hear my voice...and on and ...
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Monday Morning, the Telephone rang,
I knew it would be my only precious man,
I answered the phone in my happiest voice,
I missed you last night, I thought to myself
Things are dismal were the words I heard fall from his mouth.
The mood changed from color
To seriousness and sad
That wor...
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I see a nasty man
full of hatred and of beer.
This horrible old man,
the beer conceals his fear.
His fear of life and the person he can be,
his fear of difference and something unroutine.
Standing right behind him,
can he hear his darlings scream
her scream for better days
when she fel...
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Ever tried this experiment
Walk into a shop with your daggiest clothes on, untidy hair, looking sad. Oh my goodness, be patient and wait to be served, you will be looked up and down like you are a gutter bug.
Now, wait a few days, go with your best clothes on, walk with confidence and a smile, ...
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Ok, well, Hi there everyone......I broke the cycle with my haunted house.
Seriously, things were moving in the kitchen, knives rattling, pots and pans clanging together in the cupboard and a mysterious pot on the stove that was not there 20 minutes earlier, with the lid sitting perfectly horizontal...
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Maybe you have the most expensive car in your driveway. Maybe you cannot afford a car at all. It could be that you are happy living the lifestyle of routine and interfereing families or, do you have a nomadic need of freedom and no bills, just pack you bag and wander free whenver you want with no on...
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Remember when Children's animated TV celebrities were cool icons for the kids? Then after decades of innocent fun, one adult decided that these people dressed in character costume were offensive and sexist. They made innocent Children's TV characters in to a sexist and dirty thing that had to be stopped at any cost, remember Fat Cat? What a perfect example.
For years and years a favorite lolly of the Children's was FAGS, the fake cigars/cigarettes. All of a sudden it became wrong, now the kids have to buy FADS. Children's TV icons get the axe for being sexist, lollies are changed name because all of a sudden they relate to homosexuality, now, these characters and lollies are meant for young toddlers. Toddlers that should be no where near understanding the words 'sexist' or 'fag'. This in itself proves that the adult mind is forcing children to grow way to fast, to not giggle at innocent things and to understand meanings way before they really should.
But yet, how come we can still buy COON cheese? COON is another offensive word for Aborigine. And then the word Aborigine is offensive in itself as the word AB means “Not of here” or “Not from here” but no one tells us that when when say Aborigine, what we are really saying is...”You did not originate here”
First it started with the slight changes of words, ever so slightly under our noses, so subtle in fact that there was never really any complaints, we all just accepted it as a changing world, when in fact, the world has not changed or evolved, the leaders have forced this upon all of us. Look at us! Even trying to humanise animals.
Children not allowed to be children, their games and fun all made out to be sexually explicit and perverse. We as adults, force misrepresentation on to the children with our own sick, twisted realities. Ramming drugs and medications and disinfectants, because we're told to. And then we wonder why the children are so sick. Because they are not allowed to build up natural immunities because of over protective parents.
Fathers looked at suspiciously just for holding their child's hand as they walk down the street. This is what society has become. We are all on our guards and suspicious of everything. Innocence is meshed and mashed and twisted in to a dark grainy after thought and everything has a twisted evil to it. What a web we have all woven.
Amazing that with all that is going on and the Digital Age having such a major hold on our lives now, that we simply cannot see what is going on, the true changes, the developments, the people becoming aware and standing up for themselves and others in a time of corporate bullying and absolute barbarisms.
Enter the new age activists, vegetarians, vegans and omnivores, an ever expanding group of people who are using the digital age in their power for positive cause. The terms, tree hugger and greenie are out the window and no longer of suitable use as these group actually get things done and see outstanding results through the age of our evolutionary change.
Through the digital age, or revolution, for the first time in our history, we are seeing all kinds of brutalities openly posted on the Internet for all to see. Visions of war, terrorism, violence against children and animals. Then we can really ask the question, are things getting worse? or is it just seeming that way because now, for the first time, we all have been introduced to a reality that is far removed from our own family circle.
This awareness is creating understanding and people are slowly changing their habits because of this. Things we would not possibly imagine that could happen, and now, here it is, right under our noses, the cold hard realities of what others can do and do to each other and other species.
Many people may say, “things are getting worse” and yes, they probably are, the pits of human race are constantly finding more evil and more barbaric methods to hurt, maim and destroy, but the difference is now, we are all privy to it via the digital age.
Humanitarian and welfare groups are on the increase, as awareness increases, thousands of people by the day are making the move across to activism and fighting for a worthy cause, and often changing and adapting their life styles to make a bold statement of their cause. It is absolutely a rapidly evolving section of society at global level who are making the change from humble "But what can I do" person to world changer. Humanitarian criminals and animal cruelty offenders are literal outcasts in our new world of digital awareness.
Now, people as collectives can be very powerful simply from their Internet. With some evidence, and a bit of research, it is common fact that from just this, many offenders have been caught and sentenced, possibly not accordingly to their crime for many, but the proof is there, the digital age has given us all power, and we must use this for the betterment of all living beings.
Our actions are our responsibility and whether we choose to use digital sources for good or bad is our choice, but a revolution is here and we are all free to join it. Activism is certainly the new cool, and the new cool is a genuine force that is creating change and bringing justice to victims.
Media Release
From: The PAW Project
A national campaign that promotes life saving efforts & the no kill programs in Australian shelters.
www.pawproject.com.au
Next Sunday, 22nd October a national rally will be held to oppose Breed Specific Legislation in every state of Australia. A rally opposing BSL has never occured in Australia, it is a national first. The national rally has been organised by Community K9, wwwcommunityK9.com.au, a group that is leading the way in creating awareness about BSL and promoting its abolishment.
The events around the nation are held:
VIC Federation Square to Parliament House
Shepparton Shepperton lake
NSW Belmore park
TAS Parliament House
SA Eden Park
WA Parliament House
QLD TBA
Breed Specific legislation does not make the community safer, it increases dog attacks, exacerbates bad behaviors of some dogs due to muzzling and lack of socialisation and countries around the world have revoked this unsuccessful legislation which has decreased their dog attacks. Please visit www.pawproject/breedID.html for further information on Breed Specific legislation.
The PAW Project supports the abolishment of Breed Specific Legislation and will be attending the Victorian rally. We hope to see you there giving it the attention and media exposure it deserves.
I found this post on facebook yesterday and it has left a giant question mark for myself. worth a solid thought? Absolutely.
What is "ugly"?
Not having designer clothing ?
Not having your boobs hanging out of your shirt ,
Maybe not being able to see your ribs ?
... ... Or feel your bones in your thighs ?
... Having acne?
Not wearing makeup ?
Having braces ?
Or glasses ?
Is that what ugly is?
Or maybe another word for "ugly" is society.
I would choose the latter, we are living in one giant messed up society. Where people are judged by age, clothing size, skin clarity, color of teeth and the list goes on.
How can anyone call a person ugly because they are not wearing today's latest fashion label?
How can anyone call a person ugly because they do not have or refuse to spend $60,000 on ongoing anti wrinkle invasive injections or $20,000 on veneers for their teeth?
When a young woman or teenager, a walking skeleton by public standards will be scrutinised and ripped apart because she is a size 4 and not a size zero. Having a 10 inch waist and visibly anorexic is still not enough to please the earthly gods.
How these very same earthly gods will not give a second thought about the mental welfare of the very same people they choose to degrade. Fine! They force some poor people to be painfully and abnormally thin or to go to extremes to keep youthful, but, when that same person breaks from the inside, are them earthly gods there to repair their damage? No!
Why people are judged for braces, having to wear glasses, having cellulite etc etc. And who do we blame for such a perverse and twisted uptake on the ideal human image? Personally I say, "All forms of media." from glamorous TV commercials to print and even pornography.
Now, even the standard sexual ideal has been altered. Many men, obviously uneducated and watch to much porn now are also developing an incorrect ideal of what a woman should take, to make a man happy. Every single thing is becoming so warped and twisted. How far does this have to go before the bubble bursts?
Marilyn Monroe, the worlds most beautiful woman, who was approximately size 16 carried herself with street smarts and dignity. Back in the 1940s and 1950s larger was accepted as the absolute standard in beauty.
Back in the Victorian era, 1800's and through to the 1900s larger sizes were stunning and they were never judged for anything less. They were who they were and that was beautiful.
So, brings the question..What is ugly?
Externally, there is absolutely no such thing. What is ugly or beautiful is what we individually carry in our hearts and minds and how we are to other people and animals.
The beautiful ones are the ones who can also see from the inside.
Youth is but a gift, pristine skin and tight figures very rarely last a lifetime, so, for the ones who wish to judge at such a shallow level, they themselves will be ugly one day, and for passing such judgments makes them immediately ugly themselves. For not one person has the born right to place such false demands on another.
If this is not enough, these expectations are passed on to the poor animals, cosmetic enhancements of animals for no other reason than to please the human eye. Now a bolder statement of societies ugliness.
get back to the deep blueprinted human build. We are all different and that is what makes us all individually different, and don't let anyone tell you any different. Keep it real all of you, don't be ruled by the medias ideal, don't be ruled by what people say to you, and only change yourself, for yourself, not for anyone else.
Almost 7 billion beautiful people. So rock on!
This post is more for images than text.
I am a big believer in the other dimensional elements.
Has anyone else taken any bizarre photos?
OK.
The first photo was captured from a live camera. The bottom left hand corner there is a white image. If you look close you can see the profile of a person.
With this particular camera, it refreshes every 3 seconds. The frame before and after this particular image was free from any white at all.
Date and time are at the bottom of the photo.
The second image. This was a church in central Victoria, Australia that was for sale. I was thinking about buying it, but this photo was so busy with many different orbs and faces and human images that i decided not to.
Here is a closer look..The one that really stands out is the image on the right hand side light fitting. It is a clear image of a woman in a dress holding a baby.
The third image David Bowie Reality Tour DVD and there's a big giant orb on the drummers neck at time 1.03.30. Freddie Mercury's face is in it...
Image four is a house I was thinking about buying in America, this photo came out. Orbs by the mile, some may be dust I do admit, but there is also an image of a man with dark hair seeming to be walking through the closed door...as if though he is walking up some stairs..
Image number five is also a house I was thinking about buying in America. This image came out. It looks like the shape of a person either just about to sit down or standing up from the bed.
Image number six. Again, a house I was looking at buying in America. Two orbs captured in this photo in the basement of the house which was almost 100 years old.
All images have been captured by myself personally or real estate agents and are unaltered except for being resized or cropped down.
Would be great to see other peoples photos or stories.
There seems to be some worldwide status as soon as you tell anyone 'I am a tram driver" or "I used to drive trams."
But, from the inside looking out, trams have their good side and the absolute darkest side you would care to imagine.
How The Government and contract holders will do anything to conceal from the public, the truth of what really goes on.
The break downs, the derailments, the accidents and fatalities, the vandalism and assaults. The list is endless.
My tell all is so long and extensive that I may fit it all in to a book and this is only from one persons perspective and life education through one place of employment.
Of course the good always outweighs the bad, but I do struggle to find more than a handful of good experiences I can honestly remember during my times working on the Melbourne Trams.
It all started in 1994, I was a track work rider, yep, I rode racehorses for a living. One more fall would have killed me, so I thought to myself, I'll look for a job that has a future, I'll look for a job where I can mean something and be safe.
Sadly I was not warned of the things I would see and endure.
So my time as a tram conductor began. This went for a few years and things were great, it was a two person crew, the driver and the conductor, we were safe, we knew we had back up, the late night shifts went fast and we made our fun with each other and the passengers. It was perfect for most part. The vandalism and assaults were almost nil. The trips were faster, the driver concentrated on driving while the conductor collected fares and helped people with directions, it was a simple and customer friendly set up.
Then some dickhead decided to implement ticket machines and scrap the conductors, there were so many issues here, people would surely lose their jobs, shifts would eventually become one person operation. Tram drivers were not just drivers any more, but tour guides, councellors, child minders, fare collectors, first aid assistants, conversationalists, multiple dialect interpreters and conflict resolution specialists. The system itself and staff morale took a hit almost overnight.
many conductors left the job gracefully while some select few scratched and fought to gain a driving position. I was one of the few who chose to stick around and become a driver. I passed all my driving tests and became certified in many of the current model trams that are/were in use.
Over time the conductors were phased out all together as the employers in a last slap in the face used the conductors in their last role so they could help to lose their own jobs, and that was to help the passengers with the new system.
Now, one person operation, assaults and abuse and violence grew at a rapid pace, vandalism was on the increase and witnessing terrible things became more and more common.
I do not and did not care for fare evasion, the employers left it to the passengers discretion, and that was the way it was, why should I again and again get in to conflict with passengers over a few measly dollars, my job was to drive the tram, and that is what I was paid for, I was not paid a second wage to be a fare collector.
It was the type of job where no matter what you did or said, the employers would always regard you as wrong, it was thankless and held no credit. Although I did receive a certificate of bravery once for helping a man who had fallen through a storm water drain and had broken both of his legs, so I raced out of the tram and pulled the man out of the drain.
One late night at a terminus, on my own, three men tried to drag me in to some pushes, I could guess why, but I managed to fight them off and locked myself in the drivers cabin.
I witnessed three men hack another man with machetti's right in front of me. In the tram. It was me, him, and some innocent passengers who also got to witness this. I had to think quick while I was being showered with this poor mans blood. Thankfully I single handedly managed to get the machetti weilding thugs out of the tram by myself and the victim did survive.
I was threatened with syringes on more than one occasion. The amount of threats and actual assaults I had to endure was more than staggering. Being spat on, having drinks thrown at you, being called every name under the sun. For no other reason than you are in the drivers seat.
So, came 2004 and 120 drivers were sacked on the spot with no reason given and I was one of them 120 drivers. We were taken up to rooms in groups of about 6 or 8. They threw envelopes at us and told us to leave.
The week before I was sacked I received two commendations from passengers and after them commendations I was set up and was told by my boss at the time that I gave a rude hand gesture to a lady walking in the street.
Approximately 18 months after I had lost my job I received a letter stating the reason for my dismissal. The reason was, in exact terms "Union dissatisfaction" But ultimately, on the day of my sacking I was $5.25 in credit with the union. To this day I never did receive a refund of that $5.25 from the Victorian Rail, tram and bus union. That's insult to injury and theft by deception.
Lou De Gregorio was in charge of the Victorian RTBU at the time and it was certainly apparent that he may have been one of the most corrupt in the system. The people who lost their jobs for most part had one thing in common. We spoke up and were not afraid to speak home truths. Obviously the system did not like their staff to speak up.
For years there were stories of union buildings being sold and the money from the sale vanishing in to thin air. Who knows if them stories are true, but I would believe it myself.
Steve Bracks was state minister at the time and it is also rumor file/fact that he, the union, swanston trams and yarra trams held secret evening meetings to oversee the contract take over and to put certain staff on the "HIT LIST" for sacking. Many of the sacked drivers had near perfect records. There was simply no method or rational explanation for them sacking who they sacked, apart from the one thing, them drivers may have been the unions 'public enemies number 1".
While decent employees were sacked it is also common knowledge that some of the more undesirable staff were spared, drivers who knowingly drive with alcohol in their system, drivers who were abusive to passengers and drivers that had exuberant amounts of sickies were spared their jobs. See! None of the above rings true, their was certain corruption that took place. Sinister? Yes! Corrupt? For sure! Blood money and golden handshakes? I would say so!
I spoke to one union official who is to this day is one of the main heads in the union, I always thought he was OK and when I told him I had lost my job his only reply was "Oh my god! I did not know that you were on the HIT LIST!"
It is also illegal to sack anyone for union discrepencies, but that is exactly what they (Yarra Trams) did and openly stated on paper.
The corruption is unbelievable and the union themselves sit on the board with yarra trams, or at the time, swanston trams, so that is an open statement of running with the hares and hunting with the hounds. I paid union fees for 10 years and when it was time for my fees to pay their dues the union was nowhere to be seen.
The trams are not all that...and maybe a nice gimick for tourists, but the underlying truths are much more deeper than that. The amount of people (passengers) I have seen assaulted or abused on Melbourne Trams must leave a bitter taste for them people.
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(Jan 28, 2012. As an update to the below...Roll on Tuesday January 24. Approx 4 or s months since I had contact with Samer. So my phone gets an sms...it's him, then the phone rings..he leaves voice messages. Apparently misses me very much, begs to hear my voice...and on and on. Still with it's wife, and it's wife is still with him. So he apparently told her I was a big fat liar and managed to coerce her in to believing that the entire affair was a lie. She's apparently just as stupid as him, and even after everything that went down, this guy is still contacting me. I am in another Country now, but this is not stopping him and again he runs behind his wifes back like it is fine. She is a true moron and possibly now, I can say she is way worse than him, as she is well aware he is contacting me again and is doing nothing about it. Maybe she enjoys sharing body fluids)
I truly hope some people will be able to get some advice or insight from this below issue.
Way back in 1994 i began my new job working in the trams in Melbourne at Malvern Tram Dept. I was not to know that this job would lead me in to one of the most difficult and life altering issues I was to face.
A short time after this a new group of employees came through. Over a course of time I grew a very close friendship with many of the staff and one particular Male. Sam and I were inseparable but kept our friendship just that for a very long time. I was aware that he was married and this personally stopped me from taking the friendship to any new level, but we remained inseparable. Every possible minute we would spend together, at work and away from work.
One particular evening after a night at the local pub we were sitting in his car talking. He said to me "You know I won't be around forever. I will leave this job and what will you do? How do you feel? We both know our feelings? etc etc" This bred some from of fear of loss and I blurted to Sam my true feelings and he blurted his.
I had heard him over many years speaking to his friends of how he WAS going to leave his wife, how much he hated her etc etc. I sat back and heard this, but did not act on it, talk is cheap! you see people.
After the conversation that took place in his car, it all started. Sam became very close to a live in partner, showering me with gifts and spending as much time as he could with me, but I always questioned him..Not once did we spend a night together, as evening would roll around and he would scamper home. It made me feel like hell and he was having his fun, so did not care about my emotions.
We were physically together for quite a while, his promises of "Give me 6 months and we can be together full time. I have to organise things before I leave Enass. I questioned this, but him being this massive ego, he always seemed to have the situation under control and always seemed to calm my thoughts and questions.
At the eve of the 6 month window that he gave, I began to slowly get harder and harder on him and push him more and more, as by this stage I knew he had no intention of ever leaving, and I then realised that I had spent many years loving a man, who did love me, but treated me like second rate garbage. The painful part was his lies, he was not honest and gave me no choice to choose for myself. IE, if he had said "I only want fun" then the choice would have been a lot easier for myself, but the lies from the most important person in my life was absolutely shattering.
In 2003 I was driving the tram out of the depot and a police officer was standing at the front of the depot, he flagged me down and boarded the tram, handed me some summons papers. I opened the envelope and Sam had put a stalking charge on me. He had hand written that I had been stalking him for years and that he told me he wanted nothing to do with me...I could not believe what I was reading. So it became apparent then, that his wife had found out about me so he covered up the relationship any way he could. This confirmed who I was to him...absolutely nothing..and it also confirmed his truest intentions.
So, we went to court, I had a barrage of evidence as when we used to go out he always signed me in to places as his wife 'Sarah Said'. His birthday cards, our MSN conversations. It was so sad that I held these precious mementos of perfect times, and small trinkets I held so close to my heart and here I was, being forced to use them against his further lies. He had to drop the charges and admit to the relationship in front of the entire court room and magistrate.
Silly me, I still begged him to be with me...he said, maybe in 10 years time. So I never saw him again for a very long time, although for me, the damage had been well and truly done. He left his wife, and he moved back to Egypt for a while, then he returned to Australia. Still, from that time, not a day went by that I did not miss him so very much, even after all the damage that he caused myself.
So, May 2011 I rang him and said, can we see each other? Before I could finish the question he jumped down the phone, yes! I will drive to you now, I said no, maybe next week or something, he said NO! I will come to you tomorrow then. The next afternoon came and he arrived at my house, we sat in his car and talked, and cried for hours. He took me out to lunch and we were both like a king a queen.
The lies started from day one again, he said "I have finished with my wife completely, I am free from her now, I can be with you, but lets take it slow." We both agreed to be friends only, but after a few days he grabbed me and gave me the hugest kiss. So it began. I had planted in my head his words "I am now free from my wife, Enass." But the tell tale signs were there and I cottoned on very fast, for example, he would be with me in a motel room and people would ring him and he would lie about his whereabouts. As an example, a male friend rang him one day and said where are you? His reply was "I am in a shop looking for something to buy." He said this right in front of me with no guilt at all. These kinds of lies happened on many an occasion.
The other tell tale sign that he was lying about his status was that I was never invited to his house or to meet any of his family. He hid his home address from me and I was pretty much, a thing to do when there was free time.
Then something happened...I was swimming one night at the local pool and I felt a strange pain in my uterus area, I immediately thought, oh heck. The pains continued, headaches, nausea, back aches and all the other common signs of pregnancy.
I eventually told Sam, he came and talked to me, stating, this is incredible, this is my dream, you and me, to have a baby together..how perfect..I replied to Sam really, you mean all that, he said yes, this is the most amazing news, you are the absolute love of my life. After the conversation he scampered away like a little rat and it was the last time I saw him.
The day after that he spoke to me on the phone and all was perfect..then the second morning he rang me and said, this is very bad, very very bad, you are nothing but stress in my life..bye.
So I messaged him and asked many times so, you have abandoned this pregnancy yes? No reply. We eventually had a huge phone conversation where he openly stated that he would slit my fkn throat. He also demanded I have an abortion. So I told him where he could go and what he could do. That evening I received a barrage of abuse via mobile phone from his friends. He obviously gave them free rein on me as they were using his mobile number to do it.
So, with stating all this, and understanding his absolute lies, yet again, my main concern is...and I do not want this guy back..but..he cannot get away with this...so as soon as I am physically able, I will be having a chat to his wife. He has run away like rat again, trying all he can to conceal his actions (again)
I believe it is fact that there may be a general and often a form of severe mental and emotional torture or abuse in these forms of adultery. The mental and emotional trauma I received were issues such as, he would do anything to keep me quiet, he was only happy when he was in total control, the minute he felt as if though he was losing control I would get abused and told everything was my fault. There was no equality when it came to talking and the deeper side of emotions. He was completely devoid of any feeling whatsoever now I look back on it. Don't get me wrong, he was a lovely guy, but as the relationship got deeper, he would continue his promises, which revolved all around him, and never really once catered to my emotions or thoughts, hence a massive feeling of rejection entailed.
He constantly pushed me to breaking point then would label me as psycho. He was emotionally dead to my feelings and the entire affair was about him, he failed to hear my words but had a full expectation for em to treat him like a king while administering the most severe mental abuse.
He also failed to recognise his own actions as a blame in the entire process and place all fault and abuse on to myself. Another typical trait of a lying cheater.
So if this sounds like anyone else out there..then you are not alone. It is part of the married persons ego needing full control, so they can have the power to hide their actions.
So, for others out there who are questioning an affair or are questioning their spouse whereabouts, it does not take a rocket scientist to state the obvious. go with your gut instinct and remember, if it walks like a duck and talks like a duck...then it probably is a duck.
Things I was told..
* We can be together in 6 months.
* I promise you on my life.
* I want to put a ring on your finger as soon as I divorce my wife.
* We can start a family
* Just be patient
* It's all your fault, you stuff up everything
* I need another 6 months
* I hate my wife so so much, she is very ugly
* You are the love of my life
* Stop asking questions, stop pushing me, stop stressing
me etc etc
For the partner - If the cheater pays cash for everything..it's a cover for not being caught for things like bank statements.
For the spouse - check statements and phone records.
For the lover - refusal or deliberately not doing things like photos or leaving items of clothing around. A professional cheater will think ahead and not leave any physical evidence.
For the partner - Cheater lies on the phone - its a cover for his whereabouts, if he or she is not proud to state that they are with you, then you are nothing to them...sorry but true.
The days of the cars km gauge are out the window.
Sly cheaters will not have lovers number on their phone, or may have the number under a different persons name.
For the lover - you need to delve to find the truth for your own sanity.
for the spouse - If you feel something has changed, then it probably has.
For the lover - you could be told things like, oh I need time, my kids mean nothing to me, my wife is a bitch, I hate her so much. They will do anything to let you believe that they are unhappy, and they probably are but...if they're to chicken to make the move themselves, then keep your clothes on...and then see how long the cheater will hang around, because at the end of the day in an affair, they can be so good at making you feel so important, but if they've made promises to you that have not come to fruition, then get the heck out...you cannot remain an emotional punching bag or a sexual toy.
By giving it out, it will not change anything, except let the cheater feel really good, then will probably and more than likely go home and have relations with his or her spouse.
For the lover, sex and emotion may feel like...a tool to err the person in to leaving but, that deep down has nothing to do with it. You are simply there and a simple convenience, and it probably helps the persons marriage out more than hinders it. You are a therapy more than anything else.
So, thank you Samer Sobhi Said 'Sam Said' you have taught me well..and now hopefully I can help others deal with scungy liars like yourself.
And also, I must mention, to confirm, this is not identity theft of Sam Said nor any portion of his family, it is a true account of how horrible people can be to each other and the implications of an affair when the controlling party (ego) loses control.
For confirmation of correct person, he now runs donut shops in the inner melbourne regions of Lilydale and Doncaster.
Monday Morning, the Telephone rang,
I knew it would be my only precious man,
I answered the phone in my happiest voice,
“I missed you last night”, I thought to myself
“Things are dismal” were the words I heard fall from his mouth.
The mood changed from color
To seriousness and sad
That word “Dismal” rang in my ears, like a sonic boom BANG
It was painful and resonating, it hit my heart and soul like shrapnel.
The tears immediately swelled in my eyes,
I knew words like that from him,
I did not want this bad surprise.
WHAT! WHAT! WHAT! I begged down the phone
What is dismal? What do you mean? Are you OK?
My heart rate soared, and my cheeks grew flushed
Please, not bad news from the only man I’ve loved
I prepared for the words he was about to say
“The tumor is growing”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t be with you, I was in hospital last night”
“Oh my God” I’m thinking, don’t give up your fight
I sat speechless and silently crying on the phone
So very quietly, so he would not know,
Trying to be strong, trying to hold my own,
“Please don’t leave me on this planet, all on my own.”
You will get better, I think to myself
“You have a great medical team and really great help.
I’m scared for my friend and the love of my love
What a horrible parasite, playing with his life,
I am sure invasive procedures are to come now
How can I be strong? Please tell me babe!! How? How? How?
How can I clear his mind from this leech he has got?
Besides from a miracle, I haven’t got a lot,
The tears don’t stop falling for this beautiful mans mind
“How is he feeling? but still, “Please babe, fight”
“Oh my god I love you, Please don’t leave me behind.”
“I am so in love with your soul, your body and your mind”
He was very calm as he told me on the phone,
“Its no way to tell you, but I have to let you know”
“So now I fight again, I won’t give up”
Poor darling man, the only one I love.
I knew he was sick when I met him of course
But it is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all.
I know he has plans for his brighter future,
But I can’t get past his illness and the message he delivered.
What is even harder, is that we are soul mates and friends
Where’s the cancer vacuum so I can start his life again?
I pray for him constantly, and I wish it was enough
I’m losing faith in faith, I am so scared to lose his love.
Now we’ve found each other, a once in life chance
And I wonder why it is that he has this life and death dance.
Just be with me, I wish that was enough
I don’t want to lose the only man I’ve loved.
He is my sun god, how he loves the warmth
He is my own Archangel M,
An angel from somewhere else,
So why does this poor angel have to go through hell?
(This is for you babes)
I will never leave your side.
I see a nasty man
full of hatred and of beer.
This horrible old man,
the beer conceals his fear.
His fear of life and the person he can be,
his fear of difference and something unroutine.
Standing right behind him,
can he hear his darlings scream?
her scream for better days
when she felt just slightly free.
Her cry for early days
when in him she did believe.
Can he see her pain?
Yes! I think he can
Yet keeps her at a distance and doesn't care
this shameful, pitied, drunk, silly man.
His tongue as a razor,
cutting straight to the heart.
For she is the stronger
he envies her strong, battered, loving heart.
With his blurry speech,
through his blurry eyes,
I don't think he cares,
so why must he fight?
Fighting is the death of wisdom, caring and love,
for the angels sake should the devil rise above.
Only to entwine in a loving eternal waltz.
But this can never be
Shamelessly, unknowingly,
his only waltz is his broth.
So I stand back silently
wishing this to be,
he doesn't know what hes got
She can't take much more
she'll be gone soon,
this I do believe.
FOOD FOR THOUGHT??
All the best everyone.
Ever tried this experiment?
Walk into a shop with your daggiest clothes on, untidy hair, looking sad. Oh my goodness, be patient and wait to be served, you will be looked up and down like you are a gutter bug.
Now, wait a few days, go with your best clothes on, walk with confidence and a smile, for the girls, do the hair and make up to, for the guys, please!! Just do the hair. They cannot serve you fast enough.
Yep, exterior precedence. Funny, the daggy you is still the same person, it's your clothes they don't wanna serve.
HAHA.
PLASTIC FANTASTIC is here. LOUD AND PROUD.
OOPPPSSSSS. There goes that dang media again tapping at our brains. I'm sorry Girls, if Kylie gets cheated on, that certainly means that looks have nothing to do with it.
What a confidence booster for any Man or Woman. Insecure and hellbent on looking a million dollars only for the fact of superficiality. Hey, if youre not wanted because of how you dress or look, then move on, get new friends, don't let yourself be a victim of judgements.
I guess some of us are at a higher emotional level than others, but for me, I see beauty in everyone, the homeless person that people scorn and laugh at, the man talking to himself on the train, hey, i'm sure he's making sense to himself.....he knows what he is saying.
The lonely person that is sitting alone looking sad. They are the ones that need to be shown they are beautiful, they are the ones that need to be shown they are not alone. The quiet one that people talk about. I am sure he or she didn't wish to be so quiet. We judge without considering their previous environments.
I almost feel ill at the thought of our perception of a nice person. Peroxide blonde, size 6, pretty......pretty stuck up and possibly half a brain thats searching for her or him. But yet shes so cool. Treat their friends like dirt but they accept it because it's the in crowd. Demeaning, degrading and worthless....A nice introduction to life. How to get pushed around and feel ugly.
The person sitting alone with the thick glasses and bucked teeth......Possibly the deepest and most passionate, loyal friend you could dream for. Why do we let ourselves be judged by our exterior. Youth is only a gift. When its gone, what do you do? freak on and kill yourself because you have wrinkles and people will hate you.
Thanks again to the media for breeding a society of plastic needs and insecurity.
Be sexy anyway.....you know you are and that is all that matters.
Stay the caring person you are on the inside but please don't let the plastic insecure fantastics take you for granted because they will.
Do the maths.
Ok, well, Hi there everyone......I broke the cycle with my haunted house.
Seriously, things were moving in the kitchen, knives rattling, pots and pans clanging together in the cupboard and a mysterious pot on the stove that was not there 20 minutes earlier, with the lid sitting perfectly horizontal on the top.
Clothes in the ensuite moving, white flashes in the house, black shadows on the floor, little ball things both black and white skimming across the walls. A man asking me for help in my deepest of sleep. The same man telling my partner to "GO AWAY." One whispered Anita to me, another whispered the name Casie. All except the help part we were wide awake. I woke myself the other morning speaking perfect ancient Latin.
My dog staring into thin air and growling at from what I could see, nothing. The doona being pulled from my bed as myself and my partner slept. My $2,000 sound system unexplainably stopped, my professional camera breaking, my video camera breaking, my friends video camera also breaking, unexplained computer malfunctions, my separtae dvd player also failing to work. All in the space of one week.
Physical attacks, such as a punch to the back, my Uncle was punched in the head as he slept. Mumbling coming through our guitarists brand new speaker system, mumbling and distortion coming through our band PA system. Screws being undone on the drum kit while it was in use, then 20 seconds later a cymbal stand just broke clean in half and the drummer had not used it at that time. Brand new microphone cords cutting out and wailing noises. Ceiling hanging ornaments spinning and rocking back and forth.
And they are hanging out in of all places my walk in robe. I was having a number two oneday and a woman whispered to me "it's something about something." atleast she had the manners to say it on the other side of the door. Banging in the walls. Footsteps in the roof.
It all got to much and a clairvoyant was called in............P.S this is all very true.......
She saw nine spirits in the house. One I had picked up in the Country town of Echuca. Yep, I first saw him flash past me at 9am in a motel room. Crikeys, he followed us back to Melbourne and bugged us so much that he had to be moved on.
She explained how he looked and I can say that her description was exactly what I saw. Once in our house she saw a man hanging from a noose. She asked who had hung themselves, my partner said to her that his Cousin had recently hung himself. She replied that he says he cannot go, he is in pergatory for what he did, she pointed at my partner and asked, who is Kevin? Turns out Kevin was the Cousins best friend.
Then she said, David is here, pointing at my Grandmother, she stated that David says hi and to look after yourself better. HHMMMMM, David was my Grandfather, he has passed on since 7 years ago.
Ok, if you have read this far, I have atleast 6 photos with visual proof.
When we developed the band photos we searched through them to see if we could find anything......and we found lots. There is one photo with atleast 6 unexplainable figures.
A photo of my partner with a mans face in the sky and a noose attached to it, before his cousin died.
Yep, the saga continues, will break the cycle even more now. We had a cheeky one shaking the couch last night.
Bye for now.
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