15 Minute Nose Job

15 Minute Nose Job by Dr Alexander Rivkin - non, surgical ...

This clip shows Dr. Alexander Rivkin perform non-surgical Nose Job procedure (Non Surgical Rhinoplasty) in Los Angeles. The procedure for non-surgical Nose Job is the first non invasive alternative to traditional surgical rhinoplasty. Developed by Dr. Rivkin is a fast process in the injection study, and it costs a fraction of the cost of rhinoplasty surgery. Call 888-722-7277 Westside Aesthetics.

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Spinning Lovely Days: Non Surgical Nose Jobs

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A nose job is not something that I never considered in my life. The old Schnoz is far from perfect, but I think I want to keep. Rhinoplasty, however, is not only practiced for cosmetic purposes. I remember Ashley Tisdale admit to having undergone the procedure to correct a deviated septum which caused her difficulty breathing. I think she had her nose straightened so that they too were already his. Therefore I am not prepared to say that I will never go for rhinoplasty. Who knows if my nose ever suffer an injury or whatever I needed to be corrected.Most often, however, rhinoplasty is performed with aesthetic objectives. There are probably many people who would like to have their noses reshaped. They simply realize that nose job is a fairly big risk too. There are potential complications and the possibility of results below expectation. In addition, it is a costly procedure. For those who want rhinoplasty without the commitment that requires surgery, it is what they call the 15-minute job nose or non-surgical rhinoplasty.How it works is, topical anesthesia is applied and then the filling is injected gradually in specific fields to the form imposed and the contours are controlled. You are awake during the process and can see your new nose take shape. The results are instantaneous and there is no need for prolonged recovery. The results are also relatively temporary, lasting 6-12 months, so safe and non-invasive adjustments can be made to suit your face as it changes over time. The price is also much lower. Knightsbridge offers approximately 1 / 10 the price of traditional rhinoplasty.It is certainly a viable option for those who are reluctant to undergo a nose job scheduled. The owner (s) of this blog is compensated to provide opinion on products, services, websites and various other topics....

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Dr. Rokhsar On The 15 Minute Non Surgical Nose Job

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This could be a good idea for people who aren’t ready to go under the knife to see if they like the results,but if you want a PERMANENT nose job or rhinoplasty,instead of paying $800-1,500 each time you get it (12-18mths),rhinoplasty is the def. the best choice.If you think about it,you’ll be saving a lot of money in the long run.

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The 15 minute nose job?

Sep 16, 2008 by >:) | Posted in Other - Beauty & Style

Someone in the Greater Vancouver got a nose job 15 minutes? Can you recommend a good doctor? How much did it cost and did you pay for all this from the start? So, how was a consultation? By the way, is a non-surgical procedure where you get a filler injected into the nose to keep track. So do not say something like "15 minutes" Haha that's so stupid you can not get a nose job in 15 minutes! " Because infact, you can. Doing research. This question is for people who actually have some knowledge about the procedure.

The "15 minute nose job" there. This is where your nose is injected with something and it changes shape. It costs about $ 1,000 and it goes slowly.

Within a year, you almost have nose origin. I want to try this, but I think it would be easier to just have a real nose job, because it will last you a lifetime. Although you can get the nose job 15 minutes, and if you do not, it will go away. This is not permanent. I think there are positives and negatives of this procedure.

15 minute nose job?? ?

Sep 16, 2008 by >:) | Posted in Other - Beauty & Style

Someone in the Greater Vancouver got a nose job 15 minutes? Can you recommend a good doctor? How much did it cost and did you pay for all this from the start? So, how was a consultation?
hey idiots. this is not surgery. It is a procedure that you made when you inject a filler in the nose to keep track. and it takes about 15 minutes. So before you go calling me stupid, why do not you do your research.

15 minutes is not long enough to get the process started. Mine was six hours. (although I had broken my nose twice ...

Has anyone ever had the "15 minute nose job" done?

Sep 30, 2007 by virginiamoua | Posted in Other - Beauty & Style

It's been performed by Dr. Alexander Rivkin in So.Cal. If so have you experienced any side effects of the procedure? or have any comments about the procedure itself?

i think this was on rachel ray's show. where he puts this stuff in your nose, and it changes the shape right? i think its pretty expensive for just a year. because doesn't it cost 1000 dollars? plus, it slowly goes away. so in less than a year, you'll almost have your original nose. I want to try this, but for me i think it would be easier to just have a real nose job, because it will last you a life time. Though, you can use the 15 minute nose job, and if you dont like it, it will go away. so its not permanent. i dont know i guess theres positive and negatives to this procedure.

15 minute nose job? HELP?!!?!?

Jul 24, 2008 by Abbie W | Posted in Other - Skin & Body

if you are 15 years old (16 in a few months), and live in wisconsin, is there any way to get one of those. i have a bridge and it looks expecially bad where my nose starts, a huge crease in and it looks really bad. and im really self concious about it... can you help me please?!
thanks so much.

You are talking about a Rhinoplasty. This is considered as cosmetic surgery so your insurance will probably not cover the cost. Last February I had surgery to correct a related problem, Rhinophyma, and although the surgery was considered day surgery (I came home the same day) the hospital cost alone was over 25K. When you add the surgeon fee, the anesthesiologist fee and numerous incidental costs the total climbs to over 40K. But lots of folks have the type of surgery you are considering so cost aside if you are serious you should consult either an Otolaryngologist or a good plastic surgeon.

You know those "15-minute nose jobs"? .......?

Dec 02, 2008 by freaky eyes. | Posted in Other - Health

well nowadays, plastic surgeons can make your profile look straight by injecting filler substance (radiesse) into the nose to lift the skin up around the bump to make it look like the bump isnt there....

but, it has to be redone every year so i dont wanna do it....

however, i did find that with my nose, just by pushing the skin up right above the bump, my nose looks a 100, 000, 000, 000 times better!!!!!

SOOOOO, does anyone know anything i can do AT HOME thats NOT DANGEROUS but will give good results?!

i have been just tugging on that part of skin for 5-10 minutes a day but i don't think that will work...

any suggestions?

I am 101% sure you are one of the most beautiful ladies in this world. Forget about the nose job and love yourself for who you are. The grass always looks greener on the other side, but it's not.

My nose is not symmetrical?

Sep 21, 2009 by ThatGirlWhoNeedsAdvice | Posted in Other - Beauty & Style

I don't have a bad face.. I have nice eyes, and nice lips, nice shape face; but my nose is slightly large; and one side of it is flat, while the other side flares out.. It's noticeably not Symmetrical at all.

I'm 17 right now, and I feel as if my nose takes a lot of attractiveness out of my appearance.. I use makeup to attempt to make it look smaller, but it doesn't work good because of the flatness of one side of my nose.

Do you think I should get a nose job when I turn 18?
Are their any other natural remedies out their that may help it?
Have you heard of The Non-Surgical 15 minute Nose Job, where a cream is injected to re-shape your nose?

I know i sound self-conscious and ridiculous.. but I really would like to change this one aspect of my apperance..

help?

Honestly, if it bothers you enough, yes you can get a nose job at 18.

You should post a pic on here though. Im sure its not that bad.

People dont always see you the way you see yourself. You're your own worst critic!

Easy 10 points!!?

Jun 23, 2008 by Unknown | Posted in Other - Beauty & Style

Ok so I want to get one of those 15 minute nose jobs because i have this little bump on my nose I never used to have it and its driving me insane, Anyways how old do you have to be to get one?

18 is when you don't need permission from a parent or guardian b/c technical your an adult but if your any younger the you need permission from a parent or guardian

Nose job????

Jan 24, 2007 by Ronnie T | Posted in Other - General Health Care

My nose is not in proportion to my face. In other words it's big. People make comments about it all the time. Even my mom. She said if I wanted to get a nose job I could do it in the summer. I'm 15. It brings down my confidence alot. I think if my nose was smaller I'd be otherwise a pretty girl. I want to do the nose job thing but I have severe hospital phobia ever since I was 6 and I completely spazzed b4 I got my wisdom teeth out. I hate needles aswell. But anyways, If anyone had a nose job just tell if you were happy with the results and recovery time and blah blah blah. Thanks.

When I say spazz i mean SPAZZ! Major panic attack and stuff. I almost passed out just visiting my grandmother in the hospital when they put an IV in her arm. Did I mention I HATE IV's.
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You will be just fine. While you are going through this surgery keep thinking to yourself about how good you are going to look. The first few days after the surgery will be a little uncomfortable but other than that you should be ok. Good luck and hope everything goes great.

I forgot the name of a movie.. and I missed the last 15 minutes... HELP!!!?

Mar 20, 2009 by sandi | Posted in Movies

A college guy goes through all these changes for a woman including a nose job only to find out that he is just a psychology or maybe art experiment for her. She humiliates him at some kind of presentation thing.

The Shape of Things starring Rachel Weisz and Paul Rudd and Gretchen Mol from 2003....good movie and wasn't she mean to do that??? http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0308878/

Michael Jackson Fans Please Read This :)?

Jan 25, 2009 by RIP Michael. [Lucy] | Posted in Celebrities

Hey well i am reading a book about michael jackson called the magic and the maddness, and it is written by on of michaels close family friends as of growing up called j. randy taraborelli and it is really good. But i learnt some things through reading this book, The true billie jean story, how many abtuall nose jobs he has had and some other funny stuff.

1-I thought billie jean was about a fan who was obsessed with michael, which is tru but there is a little more to it than that.
Michael was recieving letters from a fan in her late teens, saying that he was the father to her child. Becasue michael always recieved letters of this nature he ignored it. But this girl was more desperate than the rest. She constantly sent michael letters saying that the baby had his eyes, and that michael was wrong for ignoring his flesh and blood. Michael was creeped out, because he had never met this girl before in his life. After months of this chaos michael recieved a package from the girl. In it was a picture of a girl in her high school graduation, smiling. Also in the package was a gun. The girl had also left a note telling michael to kill himself on a certain day at a certain time. She told michael that she would do the same right after she had killed the baby. She said that if the 3 of them couldnt be togehter in life, that they will be together in death. Michael was disturbed by this. He framed the picture of the girl and put it in his living room, just incase he was to see the girl, he wanted to remember her face. Later michael foud ot that the girl had been taken to a mental assylum. Roughly 1 month later, "billie Jean" was born.

That story scared me lol.

In the book it reveals that michael had more than 4 rhinoplaties. (nose jobs). BUT in this book it says michael used to buy a skin bleaching ointment, and him and latoya used to use it. I dont believe that at all.

But there was another story in here..

Michaels manager was on a holiday with his wife and he gets a call from michaels security man.
"Hello, you need to come home right away!"
"What for!? Is there something wrong?"
"Yes, michael wants to watch TV and there is no TV signal, please hurry, he needs to watch TV!"
"Right, i'm on my way!"
Michaels manager cancelled the rest of the holiday to come home and help fix mikes TV.
When the manager got home he noticed that the arial wasnt plugged into the wall. The manager plugged it into the wall and the TV started working normally.

LOL so basically his manager cancelled a 3 week holiday to push a plug in a wall lol.

And there was another. Before the shooting of the Pepsi commercial, michael needed the bathroom. He said to his manager, "ooh i need the bathroom, i'll be 2 minutes!"
"right, okay mike, but hurry up you go on in 15 minutes!"
"okay okay" Michael replied.
All of a sudden there was a bloodcurdling scream from the bathroom.
"MIKE!! ARE YOU OKAY!"
Michael opened the door, and seemed to be a little red.
"Mike whats wrong?"
Michael then said embarrassed "I dropped my glove!"
"Where?"
Michael then pointed down into the toilet bowl.
His manager sent out 12 people to find a coat hanger to fish out the glove lol.
I found this funny lol

Aww it is a great book, i love it!
I have started reading it since monday and i am already on page 404 out of 700. It is great. If you want it here is the link to the website, with free delivery. http://www.play.com
Search for michael jackson books


Love Lucy

wow, that scared me, I bet mikes experienced alot of crazy stuff., for example a fan comitted suicide because his mom would not allow him to have plastic surgery to look just like mike. wow scares me, im not that crazy, never will be, i hope the book is real, alot of things could be twisted or made up
scary
scary
scary
billie jean
ahhhhh! im going to have nightmares now!
lol book sounds interesting
chao lucy
fromBAD ERA FAN

POLL: Would you find another job if you were me?

Aug 21, 2009 by Diane | Posted in Polls & Surveys

I like my job (medical transcription/taking meeting minutes at a mental health clinic) and have been there 16 years, but my self-esteem has taken a nosedive in general because some of the clinicians heavily criticize my work and a couple of them want to see me fired, whereas other clinicians praise my work. About 75% of my side duties have been given to a brown-nose who is the daughter of the Board president and she doesn't do wrong in nobody's eyes, even when she misses deadlines. (If I did the same thing, I would be written up). My boss says in a nice way to just stick it out. (Management went through a change in December 2008 for the first time in 15 years, and a lot of people are resigning). I live 30 miles away from work (60 miles round-trip), but have a very flexible schedule including working at home once a week. Nevertheless, is it time to move on and get another job?

Move on to newer greener pastures... not worth it.

Is my job being phased out? Should I look for another job?

Apr 15, 2009 by Cheri Amour | Posted in Etiquette

Here's a little history: I am a 37-year-old female who has been a medical transcriptionist (by title) at a mental health facility since 1993. There were seven transcriptionists working there when I was first hired; however, I am the only transcriptionist left and the only person who dictates now is the doctor (all the clinicians now are required to type their own notes). I also record and type all the meetings (there are one to two meetings a day on average). That now consists of 90% of my job. I can type minutes to meetings, but I still feel out of my element in doing that, even 10 years after I was assigned to do that task (whereas medical transcription comes naturally to me).

Ever since they hired this one woman (I'll call her K.M.), some of my job responsibilities (some purchasing and making graphs for the client satisfaction surveys, among a couple of other things) have been relegated to her. It should be of note that K.M. is the daughter of the President of the Board of Directors and she brown-noses Management all the time.

My supervisor is getting ready to have a kidney transplant this year and will most likely retire around age 60 (she just turned 58). My supervisor has been so flexible with me for 15 years as far as my schedule, is like a second mom to me, and in return I've helped her whenever I could (including personal favors). I don't have the heart to look for another job while my supervisor is still there and needs my help, and because the economy in general is so bad. I am thinking about finding another job around the same time she retires (in other words: "When she leaves, I leave.") Will my timing be right in that case as far as finding another job? I have a feeling in my gut that once she leaves, that I will get laid off.

I think you are doing the right thing. As long as your Supervisor is there and you have a terrific relationship with her, I would stay put. You said they are delegating more work to the President's daughter so I would not be surprised if they were preparing to let you go earlier. She is (more than likely) a cheaper paycheck because you have been there for a long time and they are basically weaning out your other duties by making the others type their own work.

I am in the same predicament. I work from home, but many of my duties were given to someone else who was recently hired in. Things I've always typed will now be done by the person who creates the report themselves. I am basically marching time, not making waves and just waiting for them to let me go. I still do a good job, but my time is coming to an end with this company.

Hopefully in a few years the economy will be better and you can find a job elsewhere.

I am always sooo bored all the time, what should I do?

Oct 01, 2007 by Heavenly | Posted in Other - Entertainment

I am a 15 year old girl, and I hardly ever have anything to do. I would read, but books really lose my patience. I always want to be up and doing something, even though I love to read. I play videogames, but when I get Link (Twilight Princess) stuck I give up for awhile, until I figure it out. I just baked some cookies, but that only took about 15 minutes. I've listened to the same songs over and over again. Do you know any websites that could entertain me? I would get a job, but I've heard from people that you can't get a job until you're 15 and 1/2. I'll be there in January, so I'll have to wait for that. My mom's very overprotective, so she keeps me on house arrest most of my entire life.. There's nothing to do outside, because all of my friends are at school. I am home with a stopped up nose, I begged my mom to let me stay home because I can't breathe and hate my nose running at school. Basically, I've tried a lot of stuff, but I'm still bored. What should I do? Any suggestions? :)

Check out www.pogo.com it has a lot of games that are free. Or check out www.ebaumsworld.com. It's geared more towards a little older crowd for the movies and stuff pics they post but they have some really good games to play too. :) Hope those help.

should i go back home?

Jul 06, 2008 by 348 answers | Posted in Mental Health

i travelled by airplane to come here, but it's not the way i thought it would be. i had a good memory of this place, but my aunt mentioned to me the main reason im coming here is to teach my cousin who is seven. she told me this the day before my departure and i thought i was going to have fun. i get paid 5 bucks an hour, but i have to teach him at least 2 hours a day. the punishment of not doing this is that i can't watch a movie that day, but im a total movie maniacs and this is why she made it this way. i seem to be extremely sensitive and im not having a good time at all. i want to go back home and enjoy myself and earn some money at restaurants or something for my tuition fee. my aunt doesn't want me to work here and she just wants me to teach my cousin. there's only half the channels here and the tv in my room is going to be out of the room because the house here is going on sale and the audio of the tv in the basement isn't very good. i wanted to have fun this summer because
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im going into my 2nd year in university this year. i also have severe ocd and depression. there isn't a day i've rested or a moment because of the obsession and i even cried before my departure to here because of this. i guess my soul knew that it wouldn't be as exciting as it did before. i live with my grandparents and i want to see them and i would have such a comfortable time at my home. even seeing my dad. my aunt is more scornful than my grandma and my cousin a such a little brat that doesn't pay attention. my aunt would be so disgusted if she knows that i would post something like this on here. the reason my aunt wanted me to come here is that he is so unattentive and doesn't do well in school. my uncle doesn't make me feel better even though he doesn't mean it. there not much to do around here, but teaching my cousin. my aunt told me the main reason of coming here after i've bought the plane ticket, but my grandpa told me before. maybe he she thought that he told me already.
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i have pure ocd and it's severe, so it's harder. i deal with scrupulosity and i've been getting a lot of nose bleeds here.
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my cousin is kind of violent and he makes me angry in a weird way even though he's 7 and im 18. we've had some problems before and still. he's making me mad right now. urrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. he says things that makes me so mad. i actually hate him. i just want to go home.
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my aunt wouldn't be so happy that i would go home so early though. we've made plans to go on a vacation 3 weeks later. i would rather go home.
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im scheduled to go home on august 21st, but i want to go home earlier and actually work and get paid 8 bucks an hour. i would earn $2000 if i hadn't come here and if i was able to get a job. i calculated and i would get about $650 here teaching my cousin. i eat so much here and i made a plan to lose like 25lbs this summer. working 7 hours a day will do it, but im not working right now and teaching him is so hard because he doesn't pay attention and i can teach him a few hours.
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im so stressed and i get so alert if she's around and i can't even eat properly in if she's around
the amount of stress i have because of my ocd is similar here, but it might be a little worse
there're more things that makes me mad. for example, my step mom said that im a good dancer, but my aunt told me that i shouldn't dance in front of people or something. i have to wake up when i want to sleep to teach my cousin. at home, i can wake up whenever i want.

If your not happy with what is going on then going home is always an option. take care good luck

Im not having a very good time at my uncle's place, should i go back home?

Jul 06, 2008 by 348 answers | Posted in Psychology

i travelled by airplane to come here, but it's not the way i thought it would be. i had a good memory of this place, but my aunt mentioned to me the main reason im coming here is to teach my cousin who is seven. she told me this the day before my departure and i thought i was going to have fun. i get paid 5 bucks an hour, but i have to teach him at least 2 hours a day. the punishment of not doing this is that i can't watch a movie that day, but im a total movie maniacs and this is why she made it this way. i seem to be extremely sensitive and im not having a good time at all. i want to go back home and enjoy myself and earn some money at restaurants or something for my tuition fee. my aunt doesn't want me to work here and she just wants me to teach my cousin. there's only half the channels here and the tv in my room is going to be out of the room because the house here is going on sale and the audio of the tv in the basement isn't very good. i wanted to have fun this summer because
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im going into my 2nd year in university this year. i also have severe ocd and depression. there isn't a day i've rested or a moment because of the obsession and i even cried before my departure to here because of this. i guess my soul knew that it wouldn't be as exciting as it did before. i live with my grandparents and i want to see them and i would have such a comfortable time at my home. even seeing my dad. my aunt is more scornful than my grandma and my cousin a such a little brat that doesn't pay attention. my aunt would be so disgusted if she knows that i would post something like this on here. the reason my aunt wanted me to come here is that he is so unattentive and doesn't do well in school. my uncle doesn't make me feel better even though he doesn't mean it. there not much to do around here, but teaching my cousin. my aunt told me the main reason of coming here after i've bought the plane ticket, but my grandpa told me before. maybe he she thought that he told me already.
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i have pure ocd and it's severe, so it's harder. i deal with scrupulosity and i've been getting a lot of nose bleeds here.
12 minutes ago

my cousin is kind of violent and he makes me angry in a weird way even though he's 7 and im 18. we've had some problems before and still. he's making me mad right now. urrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. he says things that makes me so mad. i actually hate him. i just want to go home.
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my aunt wouldn't be so happy that i would go home so early though. we've made plans to go on a vacation 3 weeks later. i would rather go home.
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im scheduled to go home on august 21st, but i want to go home earlier and actually work and get paid 8 bucks an hour. i would earn $2000 if i hadn't come here and if i was able to get a job. i calculated and i would get about $650 here teaching my cousin. i eat so much here and i made a plan to lose like 25lbs this summer. working 7 hours a day will do it, but im not working right now and teaching him is so hard because he doesn't pay attention and i can teach him a few hours.
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im so stressed and i get so alert if she's around and i can't even eat properly in if she's around

is it fair, a yes or no is enough?

Oct 29, 2009 by Sanama | Posted in Marriage & Divorce

i have been down with flu for the past 3 or 4 days. today morning i did not feel like getting up at all. my husband asked me whether he should get the kids ready for school today. first i told him no, i will manage them. but then i could not bring myself to get up from the bed, so i asked him if he will please manage them today and i will resume my duties from tomorrow. he got up without saying anything and went to wake the kids up. well i was in the bed and dozing on and off all the time because of the flu. after a while he came to wake me up and i got up. when i went to the washroom i had a bad fit of cough and within minutes i was coughing up bloody mucus from my throat and nose. when i finished i came out and went to the kitchen, where my husband was preparing the breakfast. he asked me what happened. i told him that i had cough and there was blood in the mucus. he didn't seem that interested (or worried) about it. and i knew within a minute why it was. because his next sentence was, "i was thinking, we are again back to the same situation. we just stay good for 2 days and then again all the work comes on me".

i was literally looking at his face after that comment. i mean there i was telling him that i coughed up blood and all he has got to say is that he has to do all the work every time. well i didn't reply to him but just went on doing little tasks here and there. and during all this time he kept up his complaints that he always has to do all the work, that i don't take care of the kids and that is how it was with his first wife too. now because i am pregnant, he takes every possible opportunity to tell me that i cannot be a good mother because i don't know how to take care of the kids. i have been with him for the past 3 years and taking care of his 2 kids from his first wife. i admit that i am not the best mother in the world because at that time i did not have any knowledge of how to look after kids, and suddenly i was in charge of 2 kids (ages 4 and 2). but i tried my best to keep them comfortable and even at times my husband also admitted that i have given them more love than their own mother.

but now since he came to know that i am pregnant, he has been like this. when we first discussed the possibility of my pregnancy, the first sentence he said was, "if you are pregnant then my life will be screwed". later he made it sound like a joke but with each passing day i realize that it was the only true sentence he told me in this regard.

anyways, after today morning's episode, i told him that i don't want to have breakfast, because my head was literally spinning after that fit of cough and listening to him for 15 minutes. he told me to not waste food, but i did not reply. then he got even more angry and slapped me across the face and left the room saying "why you do this to me".

i really don't understand, a guy who asks me every morning whether i want him to get the kids ready for school, and when i asked him for one day, he started complaining that he has to do all the work.

i am in more than half the mind to leave home and go to my parents place. i know i am going to have his baby but what would that child see? already he abuses me verbally in front of his 2 kids. i don't know whether they will have any respect for me when they will grow up. today he slapped me in the room, tomorrow he might do it in front of the kids. i have been working in his company for more than 3 years now and i don't have any financial savings because his business hasn't been going so good since he got separated from his first wife because since then he has gotten married 4 times, including me, and all those marriages end up in divorce. he still blames me for the state of his business saying that i haven't given anything to the company in 3 years.

if i will leave now, i won't have any money, i am 3 months pregnant and i will not have any job. but after today i don't want to stay with him. i did some reading on the same matter and so many people have said that if a guy hits once he hits over and over again. and i don't want to keep such a relationship.

i just want to ask if anyone thinks that i was wrong anywhere or in any sense today. did i do something wrong? was it wrong to ask him to help me just one morning? was there something i could have done to prevent it?
the reason he feels that he has to do all the work is, that a month back i was appointed in a government organization as a consultant from his company. now i have to be in the office from 7:30 to 2:30 everyday. that is why he has to drop the kids to school in the morning and then pick the younger one up at 11:30 and elder one at 1:30. i have tried to lessen the other works from him as much as possible but still he blames me that i cant help him with the kids. when i told him that i will leave this job and he can hire someone else in my place, he told me that i am saying it because i know that if i leave this job we will not get any money. i don't know how come i end up being wrong no matter what i say. i took this job on his recommendation, now he is angry with me because i can't drop and pick up kids and even when i talk about leaving the job he says that i am only trying to irritate him because i know that if i leave this job we will not get any money.

of course your not wrong.
He is a Jerk, that is probably why he has a ex wife to begin with, most likely she couldnt take his crap either. (why she left her kids is beyond me) But anyway leave, and raise your child without an abuser in the picture. Your baby deserves a safe environment.

Dad doesnt have enough time for me?

Aug 25, 2008 by smiley face | Posted in Family

my mom and dad got a divorce 3 years ago. as soon as the knew they were getting one my dad started dating like crazy on all Internet sites.
all these girls (except 2) are slutty chicks at least 10 years younger than him, with boob jobs etc.he went bankrupt and is poor enough that me and my younger sister get free lunches at school. but he has enough money to take these bimbos out on dates. Me (i am 14) and my 10 year old sister have to work our ass off for weeks to get enough money to buy a yearbook at school but he can afford trips to Florida and Chicago with his girlfriends? I havent been on a vacation in 4 years. my parents have split custody and my mom puts us in front of her boyfriend? my dad recently got a girlfriend who he says he can marry.
he spends every 2 minutes with her. he spends the weekends he doesn't have with us up with her and the weekends he does have us taking us over to her house and he will spend the entire day up in her room with her "cuddling" i have not seen him for more then 3 hours in the past 2 months with him at work and with her, sometimes he will be working over there so he will spend the night with her and me and my little sister have to sleep alone. i do talk to him and every time he looks at me with puppy dog eyes and says "i finally found someone i can spend the rest of my life with" and if i go any further he gets defensive and yells at me. she is 15 years younger than him, has a boob job, a nose job and is the most fake person i know. i have given her a chance, actually allot of chances. i guess i just need to vent. should i do anything?
I even spent my birthday cleaning the house and babysitting her 11 year old son and my sister while they had a day out, and that hurt alot.

Wow thats just horrible...My dad is sorta like that but he does work a bit [2 jobs] and spends most of his extra time with his gf...We see him maybe 5 times a month....When we are at his house he is on the phone with his gf or somebody from work...I know how much it sucks...plus she has kids and they are really b*tchy lol....The last time I went on a vacation with my dad was 3 years ago when I was in 5th grade [disneyland babay lol] But somehow he finds the time and money to go camping all the time with his gf and multiple work conventions each month....He wont even buy us 1 thing for bts shopping....::::Well to solve your problem next time you are scheduled to visit tell him you do not want to come over until he can mentally and financially support you. Tell him you don't want to see him anymore until he has time for you and your sister, not his new gf. Don't give into his puppy fog eyes...Think about what he is putting you through...And he lwft you chores and to babysit on your birthday!?!? Stop going there until he finally realizes what he is losing..hope i helped!

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May 04, 2008 by the smart one | Posted in Other - Society & Culture

Hey, I recently sat down to the computer and started writing this, and I wanted to know what you thought about it. Be brutally honest, too! Thanks in advance.

I walked slowly up the path, disgruntled because of another Saturday that I had to wake up earlier than 1:00. But my father still insisted I come, even though I was a senior in high school and could make my own decisions. I looked down and realized that my shoes didn’t even match; one black and the other brown. I shrugged and continued on, wondering what the big fuss was all about. I remember thinking that my dad must have already hired somebody to replace Sandy. Man, I would miss that old guy. He was like the father I always wanted. But now he was gone, retiring in Colorado, he says. I would want to stay here, in sunny California. But no, he wanted snow. Fine, he could have all the snow his little heart desired, while I was stuck here with my dad. I guess that the fact that I could crawl out of my upstairs window and down to the beach was okay, but, still, I had to live under the same roof as my dad, and until I could move out, I wouldn’t be completely happy.
Or so I thought.
I approached the old, weathered steps that led to the office part of the aquarium. It wasn’t really open to public, but we jokingly referred to it as that because Sandy had always been bringing people here to see the marine animals and try to convince them not to pollute or not to go fishing or other nonsense like that. But I had seen some changed (or seemingly changed people) that had walked out of that doorway.
As the handle of the door twisted, I could almost feel the change in the atmosphere inside. I pushed open the door, heaving a little bit because I knew it always stuck.
“Um… red or yellow?” George, a guy who worked here and I had known all my life, asked. It looked like he was talking to the processor of the old computer we had been trying to fix forever. I was about to make a joke about his sanity when a lilting, musical voice answered.
“Red, please. Yes, that one, the one by your foot.” The voice sounded like it was suppressing laughter when George frantically searched between the mess of wires to find the right one. When he picked it up and held it out, a nicely tanned hand reached out for it. Her nails were long, but not too long, and manicured without nail polish. I was unnaturally pleased that she wasn’t one of those crazy, nail-painting girls. Who cares what color your nails are, anyway?
“Okay… try turning it on, it should boot up now. I wonder who the idiot was who attached all the cables, they were in the wrong places,” she called out to George as I flushed; I was the one who had connected all the cables. They looked like they had gone where I put them.
The computer whirred to life, a gentle hum on the newest processor in the building. Genius, that girl was great. We really needed all the programming on that to keep track of all the information that had been flooding in from our partners up in northern California.
Then a pair of legs was thrust out from under the desk. Nice legs, very muscular, well tanned, yet thin, too. Her flip-flops were slightly sandy, like she had just stepped off the beach. Then she shimmied out from under the desk, stood up, and tried to brush herself free of the dust that grew under there. Her face turned towards me then, just as if she had known I was there the whole time but was a little too busy to talk at the moment. Her eyes turned what seemed like the whole force of the ocean on me, and I felt like God had captured the waves and currents of the sea outside that building and put them inside of her. Crystal blue, they were stunning, and seemed to hold more knowledge and sadness than I thought possible for one human being. Yet they seemed like they were happy, too, and that they only hinted at the sadness that she had seen. I wanted to see her laugh right then, and I knew that I wouldn’t be pleased until I did.
“Hiya, you must be Justin! George was just telling me about you and the other guys who worked here.” So George had already told her about all the other boys who worked here. The other guys, probably so much more handsome in her eyes, would no doubt steal her away before I had a chance to hold more than a two minute conversation with her. Yet when she thrust out her hand for me to shake, I couldn’t help wondering what it would be like to hold that warm hand in mine if we walked down the beach. I surveyed the rest of her outfit casually as she glanced around the office. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun, and long strands of brown hair swept around her face, offsetting her white smile wonderfully. She wore a scooped out tank top with a bathing suit underneath, tied around her neck in a flouncy knot. Her Bermuda shorts fit snuggly, but seemed comfortable on her. A set of hand woven bracelets wrapped around her left wrist, and it looked like each of her friends had made one, judging by the different names on them. I was about to head out back to the tanks when my body took control of my mind. Before I could stop myself, I thrust myself to her, and my lips pressed on hers. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t pull away like I thought she would. My first kiss, though no one ever knew I was a senior in high school and still hadn’t kissed anyone, and it was amazing. She closed her eyes then, and I was about to wind my arms around her waist when George smacks the back of my head.
“WHAT THE HECK, MAN?! What are you doing?” He was totally shocked at my outgoing behavior. Normally, I would stand at the back of the room. I was always alone at parties. Yet she felt like the one. The crazy sparks that were supposed to fly between two people when they first kiss did more than fly; they zigged and zagged through my mind until I thought I was going to collapse from the crazy joy that I got.
“Well, I guess guys in California are just more abrupt than Kentucky.” She giggled, but her eyes strayed to me with questions and – could it be? – a trace of longing. Her cheeks were flushed and her smile crooked, yet it only made her even more beautiful.
“If your dad finds out about this…” George trailed off, shaking his head dutifully.
“He won’t, man, not unless you tell him,” I answered, suddenly scared as to what my father would do. He had always been the protective type.
“Oh, so you aren’t normally like this? Or only when Daddy’s gone?” Her tone was lilting and sarcastic, but real curiosity burned behind her eyes.
“What are you talking about, girl?! This guy has never been the kind of guy to do that. He hasn’t even had a date in his life! Not that girls don’t want him, but he is just that way. Living with his dad all the time, I guess. I mean, look at him. Isn’t he gorgeous…” I cut him off with a quick glare. George rambled. A lot.
“Look, miss, I’m sorry. I really, REALLY, don’t know what happened, and I’ll do anything to make it up to you.” I was red and completely mortified. What did she think of me now?
“Don’t apologize. It was not exactly the romantic first kiss I imagined, but I think I… kinda liked it,” she said, and then flushed as she realized she had said it aloud. Did she say her first kiss? Or did I imagine it? Did I ruin it for her? Or was it more than she had hoped for? My mind was working over time when my dad came in.
His hair was graying badly, but he always tried to keep up his health. He jogged five miles on the beach daily, and I usually did, too, but I went in the opposite direction. He looked too business-type for California. No other marine biologist would walk into his office, ready to start checking on porpoises and jelly fish, dressed in a tie. I mean, really. His slacks were ironed perfectly, and he glanced disapprovingly at my uncoordinated shoe selection, and the girl who was still more of a stranger than I could imagine stifled a giggle as she followed his line of vision. I glanced at my shoes, only to see that hers were to totally different colors of brown, and two different styles.
“Justin, I see you have met Paige Abney, so now you can get to work,” my dad grunted, to the point as always, and even though I didn’t even know her name, I nodded. I turned on my heels and began walking to the back door that led to the tanks outside where all the wildlife was held. I glanced over to Sandy’s old desk and saw that she had already put her stuff up.
Her laptop was a white Apple version, and it looked too complicated for me. She had three novels, each wider than my head, stacked on top of each other, the top one with a bookmark sticking out of it. The spine of it said The Complete Collected Works of John Keats. Poetry, she liked poetry! We had too much in common. I wondered briefly if she wrote her own like I did. Then I noticed a pair of cheep sunglasses was hanging lopsided on her computer, and they had the little fake gem stones glued all over them. It looked like the type of thing you would see small children making at Arts & Crafts, but a picture was pinned underneath the glasses. It had four girls who were smiling and posing hilariously at the camera, all wearing the same kind of glasses.
Her bulletin board, like each of ours, was now posted with reports, memos, and scraps of random papers. But most prominent were the pictures. They were scattered everywhere, pinned up with every last thumb tack we had in the office. I slowed so I could look at them, though I only had the chance to glance at about three as I went by.
One was of three young teen girls (I recognized Paige immediately due to her eyes) at an ice skating rink, all leaning precariously on each other. Their faces were flushed, probably from the cold, and they all seemed to be laughing crazily. Her eyes didn’t hold the sadness they did now, but they were still just as knowledgeable. It shocked me.
Another picture was of a group of nine girls, each grinning hugely, and the tallest one holding a shorter one in her arms. Paige was peeking out behind a girl with glasses, and had her arm draped around the shoulder of another with freckles. You could see how easily they commingled, lounging against each other in the bright sunlight.
The last picture that caught my eye as I went by was one of Paige and five other girls. Their names were scrawled on the picture in elegant script, and it looked recent. They were all lounging on the back of a house boat. The names were: Paige, Cassidy, Whitney, Anne, Kaitlyn, and Emily. I presumed these were all her best friends, and in the corner was the date: June 23, 2007. Only two months before the present date. She must have been heartbroken to leave them. I could only shake my head and wonder.
“Hey, wait for me!” Paige called, and I thrilled at her touch when she laid her hand lightly on my shoulder. “Your father wanted you to show me around since I am going to be working here for a while,” she whispered, “but I just wanted to come anyway.” Her smile was slightly teasing, but mostly curious. I tried to shrug nonchalantly, yet I could almost feel her disbelief in my casual acts.
“Okay, then I get to show you what I do most of the time.” She nodded, almost confused, and I laughed inwardly at the surprise I was sure to see on her face.
We opened the back door, and she cringed as it squeaked, though I barely noticed that. I heard her mention something about ‘oil’. We walked on the small stone pathway that let from tank to tank, grass growing around the edges of it, and sand beyond that. Paige slipped off her shoes, one at a time, then picked them up in her right hand and grabbed my hand with her other hand. I was still wondering if I was in shock after the kiss and imagining this when she tugged me into the sand, giggling. Her toes splayed out confidently as she flitted across the grounds with me, and her chaotic expression made me laugh. Had I really just met her 15 minutes ago? We slowed to a walk, hers more bouncy than mine, and I savored the sweet breeze, bringing in salty air and that sea-like brine I lived for every morning. The sun baked my face, and I could already tell that I would still have the sun-induced hi-lights later in the colder part of the year. I turned to Paige when she let loose her hair, and I was surprised to see the layers fall all the way down her back, sun bleached streaks in hers, too. It was thick, and waved silkily as we trotted in the sand. Finally we approached the first tank.
“Okay, so this tank is my favorite. Now let me show you why,” I murmured close to her ear. Then I broke into a run and hopped up on the edge of the tank. I quickly stripped off my shirt and dove in. When I came up she seemed not to be looking at me, but to be looking at something behind me, a look of joy in her eyes. I smiled because I knew exactly what she was looking at. I dove back under and called with the whistle that was around my neck to the two shapes that were swimming together. They rushed forward to me, and I got lost as I did every time I worked with the two Harbour Porpoises. I could hear their soft clicks under water, and it made me want to burst with joy just looking at their joy. They were such free creatures.
I came up for air and flipped around to explain to her their names, only to find her slipping off her tank top and shorts, in her bathing suit only. My mind went into shock at the sight of her in a bikini. W-o-w. She crawling onto the edge, and dove right in, perfect swan dive all the way. She swam under the water, not at all on top of the water in the free style stroke I swam. She swam peacefully, not in any hurry, and I admired the way her hair flowed out behind her, becoming threads of silk all woven together. She didn’t come up for air once until she got to me.
“Harbour Porpoises! I have never got to work with and porpoises before! Only Dolphins. My boss said that when I got out of college he would think about it, so I moved out here. I’m heading off to be a freshman at DeVry University. Here at Long Beach, too. I thought it was the best place to go, since I love the west coast. Plus, now I can work here without having to worry about driving so far to school. Will you be a sophomore?” She was so happy, just babbling on, and I was so shocked. She would be going to the same school I was. She would be a freshman like I was. Would she be as shocked as I was?
“I… uh… whoa…” I couldn’t say anything. Today was turning out to be the luckiest day ever.
“Justin?! Are you okay?” Paige looked nervous at my blank stares.
“Yes! I’m great! Better than great!” I burst out with. A grin slowly spread across my face and I pulled her thin waste to me and kissed her again with new enthusiasm and I greater hope for a happy ending than I ever had in my life before. I didn’t care if she hated me for going at it a second time. I didn’t care if she hated me for not even knowing anything about her before kissing her like this. I didn’t care, because it all felt just so right for once in my life. Then she wrapped her arms around me neck and pulled closer, like she too needed the comfort that I sought with her. Her lips her slightly parted as were mine, and I breathed in the heady scent that came off her smooth skin. I let my hands play across her hair, loving the way it slid easily through my fingers. Her fingers wound themselves in my hair, and they knotted quickly as she clutched to me, obviously wanting nothing more then what I wanted; to stay welded like this forever. I closed my eyes to enjoy the moment with all of my other senses when something rammed into my back. I flew forward into the water, pushing her down with me. I came up choking, but when I looked around, she wasn’t above the water.
“Oh no. Oh no no no no no! Paige!” I flipped around frantically, glancing through the clear waters of the pool, trying to see if she was on the bottom. She probably hit her head on the shallow floor, and I would never forgive myself if she was hurt. I searched in a mad daze until I heard a scream.
Not a scream of terror, but of joy.
I flipped around to see her hanging on the fin of one of the porpoises. She was being pulled towards me, and I smiled when I saw her face. But my smile faded when I saw the huge gash on her forehead. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that it was stupid to be in the tank without greeting the porpoises. They were so spoiled and needed the attention so badly that they would butt anyone in the back who ignored them. Though I had taught them myself how to pull people on their fins like they were now, they were still dangerous creatures if they wanted to be.
“Paige!” I screamed, and my frantic expression must have scared her a little, because her smile faltered, then fell of her face, as she noticed the warm blood trickling down the side of her face. She let go of the fin to reach up and touch her head and slid into the water. I swam to her swiftly, pushing my arms hard against the waters that pushed me backwards. When I finally got to her, she was pale and trying hard to breathe through her mouth.
“That was fun,” she laughed shakily, still breathing through her mouth. I guessed at that point that she couldn’t stand the smell of blood. It wasn’t doing much for me at the time, either.
“Let’s go inside. Now,” I was firm because I didn’t like the odd color she was turning. She seemed almost green when she nodded.
I was able to swim with her clinging to me back because, though she was easily as tall as me, she was very light. I lifted her gently up on the ledge and swung my legs over. Then I picked her up in my arms and cradled her to my chest like a young child. I was walking swiftly up the path, ignoring the way the hot stones burned my bare feet when she started shaking slightly in my arms, even with the heat. I brushed the hair out of her eyes and she smiled weakly. Her eyes were cloudy but she tried to stay focused.
“It’s my fault. Really, it is. I wanted to try riding them like I saw you yesterday when I came by to get the details on my job. But I didn’t know it was so fast. They just took off, and I couldn’t hold and that’s when I cut my head, when they dove under and I hit the bottom. I’m so sorry,” tears leaked over the rims of her eyes, sorrowful and pained, whether because of the pain or the remorse, I couldn’t tell, but I very gentle kissed the tip of her nose to calm her down.
I really needed to get to know this girl.
I kicked open the door and rushed inside, ignoring the gaping expressions from the two college guys who clocked in a few minutes after we went outside. They were always the ones with new girlfriends every week, and it shocked them to see me with this gorgeous girl. I kept on walking to the beat up fabric couch that we had in the back of the room so we could watch the plasma if ever we got to bored, which was often. Ever so gently I laid her down, and slid the only pillow under her head, gesturing that I would be right back.
George had been hunched over at his desk, typing away, when he glanced up to see why they gasped. His expression went from curious to appalled in record time.
“Justin, oh my gosh, what did you do to her, boy?” Of course, always assume it was my fault. I ignored him and ran to grab a wet cloth to lie on her forehead. I grabbed the clean one off the rack in the bath room and ran it under the warm water. I wrung it out a little and dashed back into the main office. I sat on the couch, trying not to shake it too much, and placed the washcloth over her head, dabbing gently to try and clean off some of the blood. The color wasn’t returning to her cheeks, which bothered me deeply.
“Carson, call the hospital. Tell them we have a head injury and they might need to come here,” My voice was sharp as I whipped orders to one of the college boys. He was the kinder of the two, and I knew he wouldn’t argue. He seemed to keep the girls for longer, whether he was more appealing or appreciated them longer, I didn’t know.
“Justin, I’m getting your dad,” George said, then dashed off before I could stop him. I sighed in defeat at what was sure to be the worst lecture I had ever gotten in my life.
“I don’t need any help… I’m fine, really… See?” Paige lifted herself up gently on the couch, and then swung her legs over the edge. Still holding the wash cloth to her head she turned to me and smiled weakly before taking two steps. On her third step, her face went bone white again and her knees gave way. She sank to the floor and I reached down to pick her up. My face was a mask of pain and worry, seeing as the only girl who had ever shown any interest with me would probably never want to see me again because I had put her life on the line. I cradled her in my arms again, and then tried to set her on the couch. But her fingers that had twined around my neck refused to let go. I reached up with one hand and tried to unlock her fingers, but she refused to unwind them. She still managed to smile slyly, and I sighed in defeat and sat on the couch, with her on my lap. She refused to let go of my neck, afraid I would leave; though that was the last thing I wanted to do.
Her nose was buried in the crook of my neck and my cheek resting in her hair when my father stormed into the room.
“JUSTIN!” he bellowed the second he caught sight of my head resting on her hair, and her face buried in my shoulder blade. It only made things worse. “What did you DO to her? You called the HOSPITAL because of a HEAD INJURY?! WHAT HAPPENED?!?!” His voice was threatening to reach new levels of maximum volume, so I blurted out.
“Nothing, I did nothing. It was that porpoise that you have scared to death out there,” I new it wasn’t true that the porpoises were scared, because I interact with them daily. I just used that card because I knew that they were terrified when he had taken them from the ocean uncalled for. I will always use that against him. Wild animals need to be left to be wild, free. He didn’t understand that, just like he never understood me.
“Justin…?” Paige mumbled into my skin. I turned back to her right as the door opened, with Carson leading in the local doctor, Doc, as we called him. I had visited him last time I broke my arm on the rocks by the beach. He was a good guy, and I knew he could help her.
“Shh, its okay, the doctor is going to take a look at your head and see if you’re okay,” I was talking quietly to her, almost as is she was a child, and she noticed. She looked up and smiled thankfully for my patience.
“Justin, you said head injury on the phone, so what happened?” Good old Doc, right to the injury. So I explained in brief what happened. Paige groaned when I got to the part of her diving under the water and hitting her head on the bottom. I casually left out the part of kissing in the tank.
“Mmmm hmmm, sounds like a possible minor concussion. But I can stitch her up here, if you would like,” he suggested, and I looked at Paige. She wasn’t scared, or was hiding it well if she was, and I questioned her with my eyes. She nodded once, and I nodded at Doc. Yet I about told him not to when he got out the needle he was going to use to stitch up the cut.
“Son, you might want to hop up while I do this,” Doc said, and I tried to slide out from under Paige. Yet her arms were clinging desperately to my neck, and her eyes were a silent begging not to go. I went to reach around my neck and forcefully remove her hands when the symbolism of it caught up with me.
If I really loved her, and wanted her, even if I knew nothing about her, I couldn’t leave her now, despite my fear of needles. But if I made her release me, then I was saying, in a way, that she didn’t mean that much to me.
And she did mean everything to me, this total stranger who made me believe in love at first sight.
So I grasped her closer, pressing her skin against mine, relishing the warmth, and shrugged at Doc. He looked at me with strange eyes, eyes that were finally happy, seeing me happy, like he had never seen me before. I bent down gently and pressed my lips against hers. My dad’s sharp gasp almost made me stop, but I realized that I should be able to make my own decisions. So I pressed my mouth lightly to hers, and she pressed her lips against mine, almost as if she was scared that if she wasn’t strong enough that I would leave. I parted my mouth slightly, once more wishing that this moment could be all that I would ever live with forever. I felt the corners of her mouth turn up slightly and I had to release her for Doc.
I couldn’t bear to see him put stitches in her head, even though I was sure that her bangs, cropped shorter than the rest of her hair, would cover them when he was done. I played with her fingers, lifting them slightly and learning the contours of how they rose and fell. Doc sighed and got up, so I presumed he was done.
“Well, I suggest that she not come to work for the next week,” her eyes flashed with steel and a possible rebellion against doctor’s wishes on that, “and that she take a couple of pain killers tonight. The stitches should actually dissolve after a while, so don’t worry about getting them wet. Be careful next time,” Doc threw one more accusing glare at me, and then walked through the door.
“I am not going to sit on my butt at home for the next week! I am coming tomorrow, I don’t care what that fancy shmancy doctor of yours says…” Paige was rattling on, so I assumed she felt better. I let her sit in my lap as everyone knelt in front of the couch and asked her what had happened and how it felt to have stitches. I listened to her musical voice, reminding me of wind chimes the way it rose and fell in a beautiful tone. Her cheeks were gaining their color back. Her eyes still looked sad, but not as doleful as before. They seemed almost preoccupied from the sadness that hung on her soul, the sadness I had sensed before I had even said a word to her. I wanted to take it all away from her, make her happy, even if I had to jump off a cliff to do it. She shifted slightly in my lap, but not farther away, rather closer to me but still angled so that she could talk to them. She let one of her hands fall from my neck, her fingertips brushing along my still bare chest when she let them fall in a way that made my breath catch and my heart race. She used her hands animatedly, waving them around while she talked. Yet she somehow managed to inconspicuously brush my cheek, or my hair, or my shoulders as she talked. Her eyes never glanced at me, but if I shifted, she did, readjusting like I was her gravitational pull. The way her breath, vanilla and mint all mixed together, tickled my cheek made me want to inhale deeply. She wore no perfume, but the fragrance just emanating from her skin made my senses go mad. Because she was still in a bikini, I could trace down her arms, lightly, so that no one would notice. I slid my hands down the small of her back, angling her again so that no one could see. I relished at the warmth she emitted, and traced my thumb down her spine once more while I spoke.
“Paige,” I whispered with my lips close to her ears. I saw her shiver, but not out of discomfort. “I might need to take you home now. You can show me where you live. I’ll drive your car and then walk home. How about it?” I asked, but my voice sounded more persuasive than just a question.
“That would be great, thank you. And thank you for this… exciting day,” She laughed lightly. She stood up, knees shaking slightly. I bent down to pick her up, but she waved me off, clutching around my shoulder instead. I wrapped my arm around her waste, hugging her to me for support. She waved a casual goodbye as we sauntered clumsily out of the office. Once down the path, she whispered in my ear.
“I think I’ll like it here. As soon as Doc says I can get back to work, we are trying that again. The poor porpoises didn’t know I was such a novice,” This girl, this amazingly reckless yet still timid girl, this girl who drove me crazy, this girl I wanted to know everything about, this girl drove me insane right at that moment; insane in the sense of this-is-first-love-so-I’ll-put-up-with-you-because-I’m-in-love-with-you insane.
Where is your car?” I blew off her comment, inwardly shaking at the thought of having to repeat this whole ordeal.
“Over there,” she pointed casually as she looked sideways at my face. She really was quite tall, taller than most of the other girls I had seen around. She was only about an inch shorter than me, and I think I liked having someone my height.
I followed the line of her finger and stopped momentarily. Why was I not surprised that she drove a convertible? And not just any convertible, but a BMW M3 convertible, top of the line. I continued on down the sandy path towards the lot, but not before she misread my pause.
“I know, it is kinda shabby, but I like it,” she mumbled defensively. Shabby? Did she say shabby? Good grief, this girl’s parents must be money bags.
“Not shabby at all. Plus, at least your car runs. Mine is still stuck at a garage. Plus, I like the red.” I was teasing a little, but I really did like the color.
“You’re teasing me. You don’t like it, do you?” She sounded playfully hurt. I tapped her lightly on the nose with my finger before opening the passenger side door. She looked slightly disgruntled that I got to drive, but I ignored her. Walking casually around the front of the car, I wondered if this would be some of the last time we would have to talk about what happened today. And I wasn’t talking about her head injury. My fingers hesitated to open the door, afraid of the certain banishment I was going to get from her. I was afraid of rejection, and that was why I had never tried harder to get a girl. I didn’t want to be turned away.
I opened the door anyway.
I sat down quietly and then shut the door. Then all of a sudden she was on top of me, kissing me so roughly that I gasped. Her mouth was moving in earnest on mine, and her hands clutched the side of my face as if they could hold me there if I didn’t want to be there. But I did want to be there. I was just confused as to why she was suddenly passionate about the way she kissed; before it had been gentle, yet this was rough and desperate to make me understand. Yet I didn’t quite understand, especially when I felt salty tears slide from her cheeks onto mine, and her body being taken over by wracking sobs as she clung to me. I knew then that she wasn’t lying about her first kiss, because the way she acted as if she needed this to go on forever was completely understood, understood by me, the novice at relationships. I took the side of her face in my hands and lifted it gently up so that I could see why she was crying. Silent tears slid down her body as sobs continued to shake her slender frame. Through her sobs she managed to choke out words that made everything clear.
“I just thought… you were the one… as soon as I looked at you… I wanted to touch your face… then you kissed me… but I was sure… after you saw how stupid I was… in the tanks… that you… wouldn’t… want… me…” her fears, irrational as they were, took over once again and she buried her face in my chest. I clutched her hair and pressed my lips to it, and held her tightly.
“I never believed in love at first sight until today,” I whispered to her as I pulled her up to cradle next to my neck, “but you made me believe. You made me believe, you, this complete stranger, made me believe that I could find someone who would understand. And I will never give up on that. That rush of my blood hot through my veins because of you will never go away, even if you do. For the only way I will leave you is if you don’t want me anymore.” My voice was confident at the end, and she looked up at me with tears still in her eyes. Her lips brushed along my neck, up my chin, until she found my lips. It was ever so light, the way she brushed against my mouth. Like a butterfly, so elegant yet fragile.
“We might want to get you home now,” I suggested quietly, hoping to lighten the mood.
“Yup, that would be a good thing,” she said in a still shaky voice. I lifted her up gently, trying to reposition myself as I did so. When she had thrown herself on top of me, we had slid lower in the seat until her foot had hit the reclining button and it had slid back. She was practically lying on top of me. I slid her next to me, yanked up the seat, and the pulled her up on my lap delicately. I could drive like that, surely. She looked over her shoulder in question, and snuggled closer when I smiled at her. Her cheek was pressed against mine when I pulled out of the lot.
“So, tell me about yourself,” I said conversationally. I slid to the far left of the seat and let her slide down to the right since she was thing enough. Turning the steering wheel would be a problem if I didn’t.

To be honest i am not actually going to sit down and read that so thanks for the 2 points...sorry

Confession: i dont want to live no more, how can i die easily?

Jun 29, 2009 by OBSESSED | Posted in Psychology

Im 35, im 128 kgs, fat and ugly, pathetic, im married with a beautiful wife and divine child, i am blessed with my family, still i manage to masturbate 5 times a day, i like fetish things and i dont sleep with my wife, i am useless, i failed in every aspect of life, im an extremist in a way that if i wanna go shopping i drain my self, if i wanna eat i buy too much food that i throw in the garbage later on, if i wanna buy something i buy for someone i buy the most expensive gift that i sometimes cannot afford, i have a lack of confidence, i did a stomach operation 5 years ago and i lost 50kgs and i gained 15 again after that, i keep thinking of my ex-girlfriendd who dumped me 15 years ago, i keep calling and visiting prostitutes to get humiliated by them because that is the only way i get turned on, i am unhappy with whatever i do, i have, i am a terrible manager in my business, my suppliers are blackmailing me and i cannot change this, i am so underpressure financially, in love i am far from my wonderful wife, in life i am a sociopath, i hate all people and human beings, my dream is that i can be an evil spirit so i can visit people that i hate in their houses and maybe rob a bank, i have a crush on my mother in law, sister in law and i keep masturbating on pictures, videos from my wife's computer...
I mean how sick is this!!!! i am a big liar, i lie and believe my self and ask for my right, i am vulnerable and i keep asking god to help me, i am skeptic, i pray to god and then i make fun of people who believe in him, i am sometimes gay, i like sucking cocks, and sleep around with transvestites.
I went a few month ago to a psychiatrist and i ended up making up stories and lying to him, he even bbelievedme, he asked me questions of my wealth i told him nice ffantasies i did not tell him that i am in deep debt and i could bankrupt in any minute.
my sales manager hurt me and my company, he opened his own and he talked to my suppliers and he is competing with me now.
People in general dont like me, they wont buy from me, i thought of doing a lipo suction and tummy tuck, maybe a nose job to look better, but now i think if i just die it would be much better.
I failed in everything, i am a total failure, i dont want to continue in this cruel world, i am tired.
I wanna die easily and i dont want people to talk about me after it, i want it to look like a heart attack....any ideas???? and please dont hurt me more with your words...
i dont live in the US and where i live they have no suicide hotline, i think suicide is the answer, i just cant do it, i can take pills to sleep and never wake up but i can cut a vain or something, please tell me something that helps finishing this stupid creature i am....
i was a big beleiver in Jesus Christ, and i pray to him everyday, but deep inside i still believe that aliens created us and they are enjoying watching us suffer everyday...i lost my faith, how can i gain it back???? i need to see something to believe hardly again....

Okay so far me and you can sort of relate, there is a way to get out of this dark, lonely, depressing state.

First off the reason for your fetishes and fantasies are all due to masturbating to too much pornography. Your mind is so filed with such dirty thoughts, that now every women you see just resembles as a sex object to you. Everything you see is just sexual to you. There is a way to end this though and it is to get your mind purified. My mind has been purified thanks due to buddhist purifications, but I won't go further into this since your catholic. What you must do is go to a church and confess your sins, confess on all of your sexual thoughts and every dirty sexual thing you have done in your past, you really need to feel what you've done is wrong. Jesus will not help you if you do follow him, he has his 10 commandments and such, and what your doing is wrong on how you do such dirty sexual acts, stop these acts.

Next off is depression;

First off the root of depression is thinking about only ones situations such as "Why don't I get this?" or "Why don't I get that?" When only thinking about oneself it turns into a dark and lonely world. The situation with depression is all in the mind and it can be solved within the mind.

Okay now I want you to ask yourself these questions;

- Imagine the state of mind when in depression - everything is black, hopeless, cold - try to really feel it in the heart.
- What am I so concerned about?
- Are there thoughts that keep on repeating themselves in my mind?
- Am I only concerned about myself, my own problems and pain?
- Am I realistic about my own situation?
- Am I really helpless, hopeless, hungry, completely alone, poor and cold?
- How many people in the world are really helpless, hopeless, hungry, alone and cold?
- Try to feel some compassion for their suffering.

Please realize that there are people in this world who have to drink dirty water, eat only 1 meal a day possibly only rice for the whole family, children who get abandoned by their parents and get left off in the streets, children who get beaten by their drunk parents on an occasion, women who have to do prostitution to earn a living, women who get raped and then get left off with a baby with no child support, people who lose their families because they live in war zones and then later lose themselves.

You will keep on being depressed until you stop thinking about your own little non life threatening situations. Life threatening situations are the ones that I have named. Once you have stopped thinking about only yourself then finally will you feel free of darkness and loneliness.

Okay to start off with building self-confidence in yourself and to be around people see this;

We are all human and we ALL have good and bad qualities. There is no existing human that is perfect. We are all ordinary and equal. Our skin holds our flesh and bones together, we have a brain, heart, liver, lung, ears, nose, mouth. What makes us different from each other really? In reality we are all equal and the same.


**Okay this is for thinking "negative" which is the worst thing you can possibly do. Look I want you to realize that thinking negative has not ever helped you or anybody in your whole life. In reality thinking negative does not help at all. In the other hand thinking positive will help you to look good in situations, feel good, have a good positive attitude, where people want to be around you for.

Look I want you to remember this quote;

"There are not negative things, just negative thinkers and There are not positive things, just positive thinkers." ( its a negative act when it is harmful such as killing, stealing, bad use of words, ect. you get the idea lol )

I'll explain what the quote means; It means pretend I thought that a certain music band is good making music, which is a positive thought and then on the other hand there's another person who thinks negatively of them and who thinks that they aren't good. What I'm trying to say in reality there is no positive or negative things its all what ourselves judge things as. You can look at everything positive, and just set your mind to positive. Don't let other peoples negative opinions and thoughts hold you back from looking at the positive things because people who are positive are people who will want to be your friend because look in reality who the heck wants to be friends with someone who is always negative? To be honest no I wouldn't and I'm pretty sure you don't either. While on the other hand having a buddy who stays positive and helps out is a friend that everyone wants to have.

After I've done all of this to have more confidence in myself, there was still something missing and it was not loving myself. I couldn't fully relate to people on how they might think of me, so what I had to do first was love myself in order to love others.
You hear this once and you'll hear it again and its true;
" In order to love others you must first love yourself "
So everyday when you wake up remember to love yourself to get yourself through the day.
Don't be worried if you don't "receive" love because that does not bring you true happiness, "giving" love brings more happiness than receiving for "ones own". But remember in order to give love you most first love yourself because there must be a root that the love must start from, which is yourself, and then it grows and spreads onto others like a tree.
So in your case don't worry if people don't love you back, just remember what will truly make you happy and get you through a day is if you love yourself and love others, no need to receive as long as were giving, this is the formula of happiness.

Help me deal with my family?

Oct 24, 2009 by Troy | Posted in Family

This is a long read, but please read it


Ok, so yesterday my stepsister kicked her mom numerous times and kept calling her a "motherfucking bitch", so she can't go to her friend's halloween party. Today, at 5:00 she goes up to her room and comes down with her halloween costume and attemps to walk out the door. She gets caught and her mom reminds her that she can't go. So she keeps trying to pry the door open and push her mom away. Eventually she breaks the doorknob by stabbing the lock with a screwdriver. So the doorknob's completely broke. Then, she punches her mom (she has a huge bruise on her arm). She then threatens her mom, pretends to stab her, swear at her 1 million more times, throws pillows and pens at her, calls her a bitch, pulls her hair, pushes her, steal her cigarretes and throws them in the street, says "you're a motherfucking retarded cunt" "I hope you die you fucking bitch" etc many times, steals the house keys and hid them, bkah blah blah. She's also yelling at the top of her lungs for the past 20 minutes. She isn't getting into one bit of trouble. All her mom says is "your lucky I'm your mom because other moms would have killed you! " "i love you arianna!" "you'll get to go to the next party!" "oh, just be good please!"

Now, this isn't just a once in a while thing. This is what I have to go through every day.
And she never gets punished. Occasionally a "no PSP for a week but if your good you'll get it back tomorrow!" and even if she punches her again her mom will still say "well she's been good" and she'll get it back anyways.

Here's another short story.

I wake up at 6:00 AM on a saturday so I don't have to deal with this stuff. My stepsis comes down and says "get off the fucking computer"
Me: I'll be done in a little bit.
Her: NO NOW
Me: Wait.
Her: If you don't get off now I'll drop your 35$ gameboy game (that I borrowed from a friend) in the water!
Me: Yeah, you're not getting the computer.
Her: *actually drops it*
Me: WHAT THE FUCKKKKKK. *gets it out and dries it off*
Her: *Takes the computer*
Me: WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM GET OFF THE COMPUTER!!!
Her: *runs upstairs*
Me: "..."
-her and her mom comes downstairs-
Mom: Did you swear at her and push her?!?!?!
Me: Yeah, because she-
Mom: WHAT?!?!?!
Me: Let me finish. She dropped my game in the water.
Mom: Did you really do that?
Her: Yeah because he punched me!!!
Me: WHAT?! No I didn't. I swear.
Mom: Yeah right. GO TO YOUR ROOM.
(luckily, she actually does believe me. thank god)
Mom: So, you actually did this arianna?!
Her: Yeah, and it was fun! >=D
Mom: Go to your room.
Her: no
yes
no
yes
Her: *hits mother* I'M NOT GOING UPSTAIRS
Mom: OMG GO TO YOUR ROOM MY NOSE IS BLEEDING
Her: No. *snaps her cellphone*
Mom: WHAT THE FUCKKKKK
Her: Teeheeeheee!
Mom: Go to your room!
Her: No!
-she eventually has to grab her and carry her to her room-

Overall punishment? My stepsister has to stay in her room for 15 minutes, but she can also watch TV in her room.
Mom: You can come down now!
Her: Nah, I'm having fun in my room.
Mom: Well, that's good.

-dad gets home-

Mom: Arianna just dropped his game in the water, punched me and gave me a bloody nose, yelled and swore at me and broke my phone in half. I punsihed her. But Troy (me) swore at her and pushed her off her chair. He didn't get punished yet.

Me: WHAT.
Dad: Don't do that arianna. Next time you'll really get punished. As for you, Troy, you gotta stop being mean to your sister. *huge lecture* I try to convince him that I didn't do anything wrong, but all he says is "i wasnt there"




and since this happens all of the time, I'll approach my parents and say "how come she doesn't get in trouble for all this? They just say either: 1) Well, you swore once too 4 months ago and you didn't get in trouble!" or 2) We took her PSP for 1 day... or 3), and most likely it'll always be 3) DON'T BE THE FUCKING PARENT WE'RE DOING A GREAT JOB. "but she drives me nuts every day and you're the only one who can stop it, so please tell her to be quiet!" BARG BARG YOUR GROUNDED FOR A WEEK FOR TELLING US WHAT TO DO"

wow, troy, you rly need to get her some help

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