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Ok, let's make a guessing game....
Guess how old I am (without looking at my profile)
I am older than Tchoin but younger than Parris.

Height: 5'5'', or in the metric system, 1,65 meters.

My body mass index is 16,8. If you're good at math, you can calculate my weight from that.

The winner gets to marry me (lol) if and only if can provide me with:

-An interesting citizenship
-Interesting financial income
-Proves to be good looking

(lol, just kidding... YES I AM A GIRL... REJOICE ALL OF YOU ASSEMBLER GAMES MALES::: I will be the alpha male :110

 

hmmm K-panggg: well I am ruled out when it comes to me being good looking. Because I look a bit like Jack Black, and I am 186 centimetres tall.
and my financial income, is nothing to talk about (I am a pensioner)
hmm if you think Danish citizenship is interesting, and you think the language is a challenge then okidoki ;-) but since I do NOT ask or guess about your age , because to me that is NOT very gentleman like. Then I can only say you are between 25 and 32 years old, perhaps a few more years older than of what I have said. And your weight by the looks of it is max 60 kilos, which I highly doubt, I would guess around 50 kilos as the maximum weight. Perhaps even a bit less in that area too.
But age is not a factor in my book, I actually like women who are older than me (I am 27 years old). But about you being the alpha male is a bit contradictory, since the only way you would be the alpha would be, if you put on a strapon, and "went to town with it" on a man.

 

too many lols for one post!!

I weight less than 50 kg
and I am UNDER 25

 

K-Panggg: As I said. I am a gentleman, so let some body else have their fun

 

post 100!!!

h:h:

 

It is not really the amount of posts that gives you respect here, it is what all those posts were about. Trust me on that note, cause I do not really have any kind of respect . And that is because of my behaviour at other people on the forum. And well I have over 4000 posts, and many of them are quite the shitty ones.

 

Back to marriage proposals then?

 

LOL yeah

 

AHAHAHAHAH!!!
Rainy day! Stormy night last night, couldn't sleep because of the wind pounding in my window....

And i had to EVICT TWO BATS FROM MY MOM's WINDOW!!!

That was the most exciting part of my night though...h:

 

Ok, I need to vent something and this is my choice of a place to do so.
This is gonna be a long post I guess.

My father got diagnosed with colonrectal cancer in june 2007. The doctors told us that he would live only for two months. His struggle as well as my mother's and mine as his caregivers made him live for 20 months. He died on february 23 this year...

His family, both his parents and his siblings (a brother and a sister with families of their own) were never supportive and even denied his condition. He also was guilty of concealing how bad he felt everytime we went to visit them. In any case, for almost two years he felt sick and was in pain, and his mother and sister (who don't work) never came to take care of him. While my mom and I had to work. I had a 9 hour a day job with a commute time that summed up to 2 hours. My mom still has two jobs, and at the time she was working double shifts in one of their jobs and used to arrive home at about 11:30 at night three times a week. We worked our asses off to make dad comfortable.
I had to finish my BA and work, and also cook for him and be at his entire disposal the whole time. Nobody helped us, and we had no money to hire anyone to help.

In any case, after my dad's death in february 23, my father's family turned even more away from us.

We are alone and we have to make ends meet by ourselves. My mother's family is very helpful, but in an ultimate instance the only ones who really knows the hardship we've been through are just my mom and I.

However, my dad's sister has two daughters and is planning on a HUGE party far away from where we live to celebrate one of her daughter's 15 b-day. She has only called us three times since dad died, one time to ask for something, another time to say it was her father in law's funeral, and the third time to invite us to the fucking party.

I was like WTF!!! What is this bitch talking about? She never cared for us, and now she's inviting us to celebrate a birthday? I lost my boyfriend and my job in the same week and she didn't even call. Fucking bitch.

The thing is, my mom feels like she's obliged to go to the damned party, because she owes it to my dad. I told her she owes him NOTHING. She was an exemplary wife, she sacrificed herself, as a woman, as a mother, as a daughter in order to be everything my father needed. And I had to do my father's bidding. He wanted euthanasia, he asked me to have it done; he wanted to be cremated and he wanted his ashes scattered in a specific place and he asked me. So I had to do all of that. I asked for help from his sister, and she said she didn't have the money (150 dollars.... and they had recently bought a van worth 22 K) the day before we had to take dad to the hospital to die....
So I had to come up with three times that money (which for me IS REALLY A BIG SUM) after dad passed away, and I had to do everything. Sign the papers for the cremation, assist the cremation ceremony and recognize the casket, collect the ashes and later scatter them when dad had asked me to.

I did all of that out of love, and I'm proud of myself for being strong enough to carry on with my father's wishes. I would do it all over again if I had to. But along the way, his family never gave us any support whatsoever.
So now they want us to go fucking celebrate???

I say FUCK THEM
I will not join them in a celebration of hypocrisy and pretend that we are all a happy family when they cut me off the minute my father was placed in the waiting room of the crematory....
I say NO MORE OF THAT! ENOUGH!

But my mother feels that she ought to do it, and she's heartbroken and I don't know how to help her...

Ok. That's all. I'm sorry... Today was a really bad day and I needed to vent.

 

Almost beat my neighbour up! he chickened out however. The score is pending!

 

What was the argument about?

 

In the summer I found two puppies, saved them literally from getting ran over by an SUV.

Being the idealist that I am in certain matters, I took it upon myself to find them a good shelter.

A little back story..here in Greece people leave animals in the streets. They leave their offspring inside plastic bags thrown in the dumps, with puppies still alive inside.
They treat animals like total crap really, either by total disregard or by wilfully turning a blind eye.

This asshole lives at the top floor. He moved in with his wife last year, because they got married and her dad gave them the apartment.

He has on many occasions provoked me by "cold war" tactics but I pay no mind to that sort of thing, I just keep doing what I believe in.

So, it has been about 3 months now and I still can't find anyone interested in the dogs (mostly because they re not pure-bred, people here have pets to show off mostly, they're mostly apathetic dicks whenever it comes to humanitarian ideals etc) so the guy keeps breathing down my neck about them and how they have to leave.

Well, it turns out that there is no legal obligation on my part to part with the dogs. Instead, he is, by law, forced to put up with them for a "reasonable time" until I find them a home.

So.. last night as I was feeding them, he started "politely" asking me about the dogs.

I made a few good questions to him about the validity of his claims and he got angry, went inside.

5 minutes later the bastard poured water from the second floor on top of me, as I was obliviously feeding the poor dogs.

Anyway, it takes more than that to make me angry, yet I did tell him to come down so we can discuss things in a different manner.

I also let him know that after I am done with him, I am calling the police (once more).

So..5 minutes later the guy comes down the stairs holding a mope, followed by his wife. It was quite hilarious to see his "weapon of choice", but ultimately he didn't take a step outside the building despite my invitations

I later reassured him that I m not going to hit him unless he sees no other way of solving this. Either way, he had lost his calm and his voice was trembling. I was loud yet calm and authoritative so I negotiated with him,he said he was sorry about the water etc.

The guy's just asking for trouble really, he doesn't have the balls to go for it though.

 

Hey Barcie, what are you calling the dogs ? (names etc.)

 

As a sign that I am simply a care-taker and not an owner I didn't give them names - I call them Fatty and Thinny though

 

Nice fatty and thinny

 

@K-Panggg

I feel so sorry for your loss, and I adore your bravery in those tough times.
I hope everything turns out for the best jobwise, I wish I could support you in some way, at least you have my mental support.
For my age I have already attended too many funerals and I know what you must have been through on that part. My grandfather suffered for almost 3 years before he died (apoplectic stroke, needed full time support from our family), at least my grandmother did "only" suffer for a few months (stomach cancer). I want to die the way my "3rd grandfather" (my mother's new friend's dad) died. He couldn't sleep, so he went to the kitchen to solve some crosswords, then collapsed, and was dead. A really merciful death.

 

K-Panggg: I am sorry to hear about your father. My condolences.

 

Thank you for the support...
Yes, I'ts been hard, but somehow I managed to just keep on going. That's what my father would have wished for me to do.
But this weekend was just awfulo. I hate seeing his family because they don't give a shit about us...

And I agreee with you, the best one can hope for is to die in your sleep of a heart attack or something quick (i doubt it's painless). But in today's world, its really kinda like winning the lottery, the chances of that are pretty small. I am pretty sure that in some point of my life I will be diagnosed with cancer, although I do all the right things- eat well, excercise, don't tan, etc...

In any case, there is no way to die in a dignified way. It's always messy, painful and completely pointless....

 

I lost my grandmother to lung cancer last december...and i still have some regrets about the last time i saw her.
It was 2 weeks before she died and she wanted to see all the grandchildren (all eleven of us lol) at the hospital where she was, i remember walking in expecting to see a frail barely alive shell only to see a my happy,bouncy full of life grandma looking like she was the picture of health...we chatted about life, joked about my mums new hair etc etc and after everyone left she told me to be a good man and look after my kids, i didnt realise the significance of what she was saying or that it would be the last time i would see her (she looked well after all) and i just said that the next time i saw her i wanted it to be at home not a hospital....and it was 2 weeks later at 9:30am 10 minutes after she died, i was sooo damn close.

Love ya grandma