Money can't buy love. Money can't chase away love. Love is free. Love is forever.
These are statements that seem to contradict the subject in question. In our generation with money one can get all the love he needs. Apparently with a car you have all the advantage that anyone can have.
This is very practical. But is it downright and unconditional love. I hope it is. But for the sake of trythinkin' I'll unflinchingly demonstrating my personal love ideals. My ideals are, ordinarily flexible and attempt to be enterprising.
The fault, unfortunately, is that enterprising ideals tend to be misinterpreted as egotistical and intolerance. What is intended in my love and money is not open ended loyalty to my ideals but a generation of thought that I hope to apply in the quest called 'love'. To try change the ongoing attitude about my attitude in relationships.
Before I can get to my stream of conscious ideals about love, it can be independently lightening to observe my love characteristics which have been associated with my love life: like to take the lead, want women to admire me, possessive, casanovic, moderately jealous and impatient in relationships, so forth.
Because I'm not immune to criticism, I have no intention to argue these characterisation. However, detailing my ideals will generate more viewpoints and questions to avert the fallacy of being pigheaded and intolerance of different opinions.
My ideal lover is an independent, adventurous and ambitious beau who can move heaven and earth to get what she wants. I also do not mind if she earn more than I or she drives a fancy car than I can hope to buy.
Point of warning: I'm not saying i'm using this opportunity to find a date. However, this, I see, as healthy wishful thinking anyone can live with.
My plan is to have a wild life as any imagining being would dream about. With her I can hardly harbour any hard feelings, because I have come to understand that in love we annoy each other, but the strength of love can be measured through overcoming minor differences. Being in love will be complemented by the financial backup I hope is available between the two of us. Sometimes it's true that I cannot stand a dependant mate.
She's not only my lover, but my friend, my coach, a partner in adventure and my provider. Perhaps having her around will strengthen the possible wealth I have obsessively told myself to amass. I would not mind people labelling me as greedy, as long as they do not take my wealth away. One other positive aftermath of being in love will be my ability to stop smoking. Here, I'm not trying to say I can't stop this rather infamous habit, I'm wilfully trying to avoid being in the situation where I have to smoke. Because money has the power of moving people to places they wouldn't normally go, I will not be strained, anyhow to take her places that are very appealing to the senses, dine and bed in luxurious places. This does not have to be an instant occurrence, but if dumb luck allows me then I will not hesitate to be gregariously lavish on her.
However, if I luck gets to me quick then I'll be shrewdly manage to plan a life where fun remain the only passion.
With my previous success on matters of self interests, my ideal lover will be someone in a position to understand and be able to deal with this persistent and unavoidable part of my character. I'm the one whom Julius Ceaser's statement to Brutus still resonates in my head. He said,'the fault dear Brutus lies not in the star but in us, because we're underlings.' I expect not my life to be driven by any other force other the force in me. However, this ideal will never harm my intentions to remain a collectively integral role player and involving in making the relationship work to serve best both our interests.
In an inspirational context I'll say,'love and money go hand-in-hand. I vow not to interfere in making my ideal working harmoniously and without casting any doubts in the minds of all female, who may happen to be someone special needed in my love and money trail.'
Sayanora
This blog is an exclusive public personal diary of the blogger. Detailing events and stipulating plans, strategies and dreams that the blogger wish to see through, through hard work and big time good luck
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Error of possessiveness
Why would you need to have undivided attention from someone?
Never mind the question I asked. Let's dwell on the practicality of possessiveness.
You have, for example, a car that you bought rather expensively and you value its worth. Someone come to borrow your car. Apparently to use on some urgent matter.
Would you borrow your friend?
Should you not do so, doesn't that constitute possessiveness? Or you borrow him your car, only to realise later that he went to do his other matters outside what he requested for, then it oversteps the service mileage that you had while you had no money to finance it, will shouting at him not insinuate possessiveness? No, not at all. This criticism of possessiveness is dumbfounded and pretty much irrelevant in my circumstances. I'm an ideological being who have insane fear of owning heavy material possessions. This fear is unjustifiable, but it accrued from experience of having lost some of the things that I held dearly in my heart because of my now faded trust of some people. People in generally, have not uttered this quality of my being possessiveness. Disregarding subjective opinion by my detractors, I shall implore myself to technocratic and responsible management of my resources for the benefit of a simply wise being I, badly, crave to be. In this way, the uncharacteristic presentation of mself as possessive will be eradicated by genuine revelation of my savvy realisations, i.e safely engaging in sexual enigineering with beautiful lass in the coming few days. I'm personally not in favour of average lasses who cherish the idea of dating a bloke more than four times, before she can sleep with. I'm firmly convinced that if any lass knows her strengths and weaknesses, she'll waste not much time but cling into my sexual urges. This activity may have immoral specification, but when looked at as authentic desire, I hope to be expected to succeed.
To further prove the unsuccesful mechanisation.
I have been expected to finalise my share trading venture in the next coming week. I hope to dissappoint not but get into share tradinng venture and come out unscathed, but wealthy.
Apparently, large amount of money (wishfully amounting to 11.638.85) is coming my way from an outside source whom I have no clue about, at the end of October. It's neither from my monthly salary nor my investments.
Furthermore, I would dissociate from the thinking of possessiveness because I reminisce not a position where I have found myself seeking a person's full attention.
Oh, yes, my driving lessons can be something I desperately want to complete in the next three weeks, starting from the first week of November, after rediscussing my continuity and booking for lessons with the instructor on the weekend of 25 October,2008.
Applying due diligence shall not be viewed differently since the outcomes have positive reverence.
The nicest exit from me will be in informing you about my intended purchase of laptop at the end of January next year. This will be in complementary to my studies that I'll be enrolling for when Unisa registeration dates open.
Never mind the question I asked. Let's dwell on the practicality of possessiveness.
You have, for example, a car that you bought rather expensively and you value its worth. Someone come to borrow your car. Apparently to use on some urgent matter.
Would you borrow your friend?
Should you not do so, doesn't that constitute possessiveness? Or you borrow him your car, only to realise later that he went to do his other matters outside what he requested for, then it oversteps the service mileage that you had while you had no money to finance it, will shouting at him not insinuate possessiveness? No, not at all. This criticism of possessiveness is dumbfounded and pretty much irrelevant in my circumstances. I'm an ideological being who have insane fear of owning heavy material possessions. This fear is unjustifiable, but it accrued from experience of having lost some of the things that I held dearly in my heart because of my now faded trust of some people. People in generally, have not uttered this quality of my being possessiveness. Disregarding subjective opinion by my detractors, I shall implore myself to technocratic and responsible management of my resources for the benefit of a simply wise being I, badly, crave to be. In this way, the uncharacteristic presentation of mself as possessive will be eradicated by genuine revelation of my savvy realisations, i.e safely engaging in sexual enigineering with beautiful lass in the coming few days. I'm personally not in favour of average lasses who cherish the idea of dating a bloke more than four times, before she can sleep with. I'm firmly convinced that if any lass knows her strengths and weaknesses, she'll waste not much time but cling into my sexual urges. This activity may have immoral specification, but when looked at as authentic desire, I hope to be expected to succeed.
To further prove the unsuccesful mechanisation.
I have been expected to finalise my share trading venture in the next coming week. I hope to dissappoint not but get into share tradinng venture and come out unscathed, but wealthy.
Apparently, large amount of money (wishfully amounting to 11.638.85) is coming my way from an outside source whom I have no clue about, at the end of October. It's neither from my monthly salary nor my investments.
Furthermore, I would dissociate from the thinking of possessiveness because I reminisce not a position where I have found myself seeking a person's full attention.
Oh, yes, my driving lessons can be something I desperately want to complete in the next three weeks, starting from the first week of November, after rediscussing my continuity and booking for lessons with the instructor on the weekend of 25 October,2008.
Applying due diligence shall not be viewed differently since the outcomes have positive reverence.
The nicest exit from me will be in informing you about my intended purchase of laptop at the end of January next year. This will be in complementary to my studies that I'll be enrolling for when Unisa registeration dates open.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Lies! Damn lies!
I hardly believe that everyone could be totally honest. I take it it's human sometimes to be a liar. Nevertheless, lying to yourself is something else. Why I am saying this is when you have the need to say something or pissed off by your own expectations.
I have had expectations from someone I care dearly about.
The expectation was to have an amount of R120,000,00 deposited to my account due to the work I have done for them from 2006. I was writing a television script which my work will be exhibited at the London Theatre becuase it can be telecasted on the local movie theatre. My expectation, like any other greedy South African, I expected to make big bucks from the script.
What I learned was that my work was reviewed and one judge suggested that it deserve a second position. But a second review stated that my work deserve only an exhibition. Why would a work deserve 'only an exhibiton' if there's no contractual agreement giving credence to such.
I bear no resentment. This was just a series of big time loses that I have gotten over. The second biggest was the South African annual short story writing competition. For three consecutive years, I have competently failed to have my name and story being called and printed in radio, and print media. There was R25.000.00 at stake.
These are financial lies that I have come to inherit
I have reminisced an adage situation which got most of us talking.
The dependability between men and women. My friend do not believe telling women the truth can help anyone get her, specifically in dating. She thinks,'women love you better when given the sense of mystery. They forgive honest souls because they recon a lack in romantic adventure.'
Personally, I distort the truth! For interest sake; I met this lady the other day at a party that I was invited at. Listen to this conversation:
Me: I'm not perfect but I have a reason.
Her: Okay!(disinterested)
Me: That's why you are not smiling.
Her:(surprised) But I don't know you.
Me: Have you known me, we would not be her. Forgive my imperfection. And assume you have made me perfect in an instant.
Her: I don't mind.
Me: In a perfect world,that you took me to, I'm Owen. I love to believe that I can think deeply when I'm not in a party.
Her: I'm .........(she asked me not to mention her name)
Me: Assuming that we now know each very well, can we have a drink together,(sensing that she'll refuse) with consent from your friends, of course.
Her: It's fine. I'll stay.
Bingo!
Next Step. Because reality is a persistent illusion. I said,' As far as I'm not perfect, you'll not be bored.'
Her: What it's interesting about you?
Wow! A million dollar question.
Me: I do not know what to say to have nice women like you give me consent to touch you all over. But I have always assumed that they would love to get the feel of my inner world.
Her smile, which sometimes serve as a confirmation of my getting to bed, cropped up.
This was part of distorted truth that can be called lies!damn lies! Very untidy but can work and would like to help advnace the pursuit of these qualities: sophisticated, urbanised, well executed lies. And staying positive about it.
NB. If you would like to join me in this lies series, just have an ideal that you're working torwards, but exclude material or financial pride and lies because that needs physical evidence.
Lie ideally!
I have had expectations from someone I care dearly about.
The expectation was to have an amount of R120,000,00 deposited to my account due to the work I have done for them from 2006. I was writing a television script which my work will be exhibited at the London Theatre becuase it can be telecasted on the local movie theatre. My expectation, like any other greedy South African, I expected to make big bucks from the script.
What I learned was that my work was reviewed and one judge suggested that it deserve a second position. But a second review stated that my work deserve only an exhibition. Why would a work deserve 'only an exhibiton' if there's no contractual agreement giving credence to such.
I bear no resentment. This was just a series of big time loses that I have gotten over. The second biggest was the South African annual short story writing competition. For three consecutive years, I have competently failed to have my name and story being called and printed in radio, and print media. There was R25.000.00 at stake.
These are financial lies that I have come to inherit
I have reminisced an adage situation which got most of us talking.
The dependability between men and women. My friend do not believe telling women the truth can help anyone get her, specifically in dating. She thinks,'women love you better when given the sense of mystery. They forgive honest souls because they recon a lack in romantic adventure.'
Personally, I distort the truth! For interest sake; I met this lady the other day at a party that I was invited at. Listen to this conversation:
Me: I'm not perfect but I have a reason.
Her: Okay!(disinterested)
Me: That's why you are not smiling.
Her:(surprised) But I don't know you.
Me: Have you known me, we would not be her. Forgive my imperfection. And assume you have made me perfect in an instant.
Her: I don't mind.
Me: In a perfect world,that you took me to, I'm Owen. I love to believe that I can think deeply when I'm not in a party.
Her: I'm .........(she asked me not to mention her name)
Me: Assuming that we now know each very well, can we have a drink together,(sensing that she'll refuse) with consent from your friends, of course.
Her: It's fine. I'll stay.
Bingo!
Next Step. Because reality is a persistent illusion. I said,' As far as I'm not perfect, you'll not be bored.'
Her: What it's interesting about you?
Wow! A million dollar question.
Me: I do not know what to say to have nice women like you give me consent to touch you all over. But I have always assumed that they would love to get the feel of my inner world.
Her smile, which sometimes serve as a confirmation of my getting to bed, cropped up.
This was part of distorted truth that can be called lies!damn lies! Very untidy but can work and would like to help advnace the pursuit of these qualities: sophisticated, urbanised, well executed lies. And staying positive about it.
NB. If you would like to join me in this lies series, just have an ideal that you're working torwards, but exclude material or financial pride and lies because that needs physical evidence.
Lie ideally!