i can get no satisfaction .. i can get no satisfaction , but i try , and i try and i tryyyyyyy.......i can get no!!! so once more , there's something about this world we're living in , that keeps us from being satisfied...
Mjamille its not that. its just that as if u have no work remaining to do....u r a free soul, and u want to experience more, but don't know what more........
if you're experiencing symptoms other than an unhappy mood, i think you need to ask yourself if you're suffering from clinical depression... sadness is human nature..
Truth has that exceptional quality that, by its admission, has the capability of moving mountains. Mountains in its finite form yes, but also in the other. I choke today because I have been confronted by a mountain of emotion, an emotion that has without any dilution, presented itself before me by my extended family (QL). I do not think that there can be any doubt, that when we have confessed, faced truth, been a part of it, or admitted its presence, that we have not been overcome with overwhelming emotion.
The truth I face today is the limitless love that I have for this family of mine. Thanks for sparing a moment and offering your most cherished and lovable suggestion. I'll try everything.
To All Married Couples and Singles Who Intend To Get Married
When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!
That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; I had lost my heart to a lovely girl called
Dew. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, 30% shares of my company and the car. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly.
Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did
not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a months time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.. She requested that everyday for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy.
Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said
scornfully. My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy.. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset..
I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest.. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what
I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me; she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart.
Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife
gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office… jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind… I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I
won’t divorce.. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other any more.. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death does us apart.
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote:
‘I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart’
The small details of our lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, the property, the bank balance that matters. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for
each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you, but if you do, you just might save a marriage.
One evening I was parked in front of the mall wiping off my car. I had just come from the car wash and was waiting for my wife to finish work. Coming my way from across the parking lot, was what society would consider a bum. From the looks of him he had no car, no home, no clean clothes and no money.
There are times when you feel generous, but there are times that you just don’t want to be bothered. This was one of the “Don’t want to be bothered” times! “Hope he doesn’t ask me for money,” I thought. He didn’t. He came and sat on the curb in front of the bus stop and he didn’t look like he could have enough money to even ride the bus.
After a few minutes he spoke. “That’s a very nice car,” he said. He was ragged, but had an air of dignity around him. I said “Thanks,” and continued wiping off my car.
He sat there quietly as I worked. The expected plea for money never came. As the silence between us widened, something inside said, “Ask him if he needs any help.” I was sure that he would say yes, but I held true to the inner voice.
“Do you need any help?” I asked. He answered in three simple but profound words that I shall never forget. We often look for wisdom in great accomplishments. I expect it from those of higher learning and accomplishments. I expected nothing but an outstretched grimy hand. He spoke three words that shook me, “Don’t we all?” he said.
I needed help. Maybe not for bus fare or a place to sleep, but I needed help. I reached in my wallet and gave him not only enough for bus fare but enough to get a warm meal and shelter for the day.
Those three little words still ring true. No matter how much you have, no matter how much you have accomplished, you need help too. No matter how little you have, no matter how loaded you are with problems, even without money or a place to sleep, you can give help. Even if it’s just a compliment, you can give that!
You never know when you may see someone that appears to have it all. They are waiting on you to give them what they don’t have. A different perspective on life, a glimpse of something beautiful, a respite from daily chaos, that only you, through a torn world can see.
Maybe the man was just a homeless stranger wandering the streets. Maybe he was more than that. Maybe he was sent by a power that is great and wise to minister to a soul too comfortable in himself.
Maybe God looked down, called an Angel, dressed him like a bum and then said, “Go minister to that man cleaning the car, that man needs help.”
i think it will be ok....just one of those times....when u have everything........and still u have nothing.....its like water everywhere but not a drop to drink.....i do like good veggie food but i don't drink and smoke.
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............. try strapping on a pair of bollock5 you big nancy.
Just a suggestion.
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"I told the doctor I broke my leg in two places. He told me to quit going to those places". - Henny Youngman
I tried the Electric oven, but only managed to singe my hair.. :O(
It does happen at times without reason
He is straight MJ so I am out :)
Sir Dolly: Dracula's Map!!
I mean, aggressions coming out of depressions.
I hope he has a four wheel drive and knows the way to the Inland Sea. That's a good tour for aggressions.
or you could always check Darude's map..."hope he updated it"
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I'm Jack's complete lack of surprise
lol sandee, you help him then.. :P
Still the depression will be gone Boston.
Maybe it will make him aggressive?
ok b4gupta have you listen to this now? you'll gain high spirit...;)
Comeon girls the guy needs help. I heard striptease is a sure way to cheer a guy up so one of you girls help him out. It's for a noble cause ;)
It's on Piratebay as well.
its on limewire as well.
yeah you should find it there , but for better resolution go to www.americanidol.com
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I'm Jack's complete lack of surprise
its from rollingstones
its from rollingstones
hhmmm is it in youtube?
did you listen to adam lambert's version!?!!? check it out
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I'm Jack's complete lack of surprise
i like the song sir dolly..now shout as loud as you can then maybe it will help you...
try to figure it out..get out from your shell.
i can get no satisfaction .. i can get no satisfaction , but i try , and i try and i tryyyyyyy.......i can get no!!! so once more , there's something about this world we're living in , that keeps us from being satisfied...
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I'm Jack's complete lack of surprise
sounds like you're in need of some soul-searching.. you're on your own, better yet, seek professional help,.
Mjamille its not that. its just that as if u have no work remaining to do....u r a free soul, and u want to experience more, but don't know what more........
if you're experiencing symptoms other than an unhappy mood, i think you need to ask yourself if you're suffering from clinical depression... sadness is human nature..
It could be that time of the month .
Thanks for the fish. Boston
lol Boston...
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One life to live, live it to the fullest.
what is the difference bwt the 2 tess?
There are no happy depressions!
tess, i was gonna ask the same.. you beat me to it.. :P
There is no mistake in your spelling, this time, jpa.
How would you spell the word "respect" then. Boston
Its just the weather...
Truth has that exceptional quality that, by its admission, has the capability of moving mountains. Mountains in its finite form yes, but also in the other. I choke today because I have been confronted by a mountain of emotion, an emotion that has without any dilution, presented itself before me by my extended family (QL). I do not think that there can be any doubt, that when we have confessed, faced truth, been a part of it, or admitted its presence, that we have not been overcome with overwhelming emotion.
The truth I face today is the limitless love that I have for this family of mine. Thanks for sparing a moment and offering your most cherished and lovable suggestion. I'll try everything.
just be careful with what you do for now until this depression go away.
progress
I have more respecct than you, jpa. I spell Arabian horse with a capital "A". (Joke - or maybe not)
Boston, I hope it is an arabian horse. Not donkey (Joke Only)
I admit that when I feel the emptiness, I saddle my horse and ride towards the sunset.
To All Married Couples and Singles Who Intend To Get Married
When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!
That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; I had lost my heart to a lovely girl called
Dew. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, 30% shares of my company and the car. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly.
Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did
not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a months time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.. She requested that everyday for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy.
Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said
scornfully. My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy.. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset..
I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest.. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what
I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me; she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart.
Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife
gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office… jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind… I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I
won’t divorce.. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other any more.. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death does us apart.
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote:
‘I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart’
The small details of our lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, the property, the bank balance that matters. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for
each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you, but if you do, you just might save a marriage.
come on Boston....pls admit
Not really.
DON’T WE ALL
One evening I was parked in front of the mall wiping off my car. I had just come from the car wash and was waiting for my wife to finish work. Coming my way from across the parking lot, was what society would consider a bum. From the looks of him he had no car, no home, no clean clothes and no money.
There are times when you feel generous, but there are times that you just don’t want to be bothered. This was one of the “Don’t want to be bothered” times! “Hope he doesn’t ask me for money,” I thought. He didn’t. He came and sat on the curb in front of the bus stop and he didn’t look like he could have enough money to even ride the bus.
After a few minutes he spoke. “That’s a very nice car,” he said. He was ragged, but had an air of dignity around him. I said “Thanks,” and continued wiping off my car.
He sat there quietly as I worked. The expected plea for money never came. As the silence between us widened, something inside said, “Ask him if he needs any help.” I was sure that he would say yes, but I held true to the inner voice.
“Do you need any help?” I asked. He answered in three simple but profound words that I shall never forget. We often look for wisdom in great accomplishments. I expect it from those of higher learning and accomplishments. I expected nothing but an outstretched grimy hand. He spoke three words that shook me, “Don’t we all?” he said.
I needed help. Maybe not for bus fare or a place to sleep, but I needed help. I reached in my wallet and gave him not only enough for bus fare but enough to get a warm meal and shelter for the day.
Those three little words still ring true. No matter how much you have, no matter how much you have accomplished, you need help too. No matter how little you have, no matter how loaded you are with problems, even without money or a place to sleep, you can give help. Even if it’s just a compliment, you can give that!
You never know when you may see someone that appears to have it all. They are waiting on you to give them what they don’t have. A different perspective on life, a glimpse of something beautiful, a respite from daily chaos, that only you, through a torn world can see.
Maybe the man was just a homeless stranger wandering the streets. Maybe he was more than that. Maybe he was sent by a power that is great and wise to minister to a soul too comfortable in himself.
Maybe God looked down, called an Angel, dressed him like a bum and then said, “Go minister to that man cleaning the car, that man needs help.”
DON’T WE ALL?
oh well b4gupta... trust me..you'll get over it...just be more active in many things...
"there are so many rumors about me...feel free to believe in any of'em.."
Where is the emptyness? In your stomach or in your brain?
i think junarc exactly knows what its like
i think it will be ok....just one of those times....when u have everything........and still u have nothing.....its like water everywhere but not a drop to drink.....i do like good veggie food but i don't drink and smoke.
could be PMS?... do guys experience PMS, by the way? :)
[img_assist|nid=12867|link=none|align=left|width=|height=0]Nothing in life is to be feared. It is only to be understood.
your neurochemical is adjusting.
go out and be surrounded by friends... explore new things/places... socialize.. :)
"there are so many rumors about me...feel free to believe in any of'em.."
http://www.glennys.com/blog/mood-boosting-foods/
ok you can go to any gas station then and get filled.
Waqod is better.
Then fill yourself, man.
its just that emptiness. no reason.
Drink a bottle or two of Jack Daniels, at least you know why your head feels like a football!
Depression VS Contentment
link is:
http://www.turntoislam.com/forum/showthread.php?t=55471
its the faith in everything I think..faith is not believing God can, faith is KNOWING God WILL!....and that knowledge never comes
that's not healthy...find a reason for that.:)
Everything has a reason.
"cause and effect"
for every thing there is a reason
i know exactly the feeling... sigh~
"there are so many rumors about me...feel free to believe in any of'em.."
see a shrink..
its good to be depressed for a while.
Brain servicing you know.
Source:
- A study Conducted by FriedUnicorn - Vol I (September,1999)