créditos: Danilo

Um orangotango com apenas 3 anos deidade chamado Roscoe, depois de perder os pais, entrou em depressão. Estava tão embaixo que não respondia a medicamentos e tratamentos. A sua vida parecia estar entregue à morte, segundo os seus veterinários

Até que algo veio mudar tudo isso. Um mero cão vadio que andava a vaguear pelos arredores do jardim zoológico onde se encontrava Roscoe foi apanhado. Depois de terem verificado que não havia qualquer doença, levaram-no para junto de Roscoe, o orangotango, para ver se o animava.

Em poucos dias, Roscoe começou a andar, a brincar, e a interagir com o cão. Um “mero” cão vadio tinha-se tornado a sua salvação, a sua nova razão para viver.

Actualmente, Roscoe tenta que o seu amigo cão o acompanhe em todas as suas actividades, incluindo natação!!

Ambos vivem agora no norte da Califórnia, nos Estados Unidos, e nadar na piscina é o desporto favorito de ambos. Roscoe precisa, no entanto, de se apoiar no seu amigo uma vez que ainda tem medo de atravessar a piscina sozinho.

As fotos, mais do que mil imagens, mostram toda esta amizade que há entre os dois.

It still hurts

You still haunt my dreams

I still want to see you

I still long to hear your voice

I would still kill to feel you next to me

The memory of your kiss still sends tears streaming down my face

I still can’t see an end to my torture

I still can’t stop thinking about you

I still hold onto every memory we share

The tears still haven’t stopped pouring for you

I still miss you

…I still love you

por Vitor Oshiro

Chupado do Todo Mundo Gosta e sugerido por Andssu Sanches

You can’t always get what you want. It’s a simple sentiment, and most of us have found that it’s true. Of course that doesn’t change the fact that we want what we want – and some part of us thinks maybe, just maybe, it’s possible.

What’s impossible – for me – is to read or hear those words and not think of the Rolling Stones!

I can’t get no… satisfaction…

As long as we’ve moved to Rolling Stones lyrics, let’s go with the flow for a minute. Somehow, in our culture, we seem to think we can – and should – get everything we want. Or most of it. Satisfaction of our desires, whatever they may be. Financial hardship has chipped away at that for many recently, but recession aside, let’s think about personal wants and personal satisfaction. Theoretically, it’s possible, isn’t it? Is the problem what we want? Patience? Priorities?

And what about needs? Should we be shifting focus to what we need, rather than what we want? Are we confusing wants and needs?

Can you distinguish wants versus needs?

How often do you say “I need” and “I want” interchangeably? Can you distinguish between what you require and what you desire?

You know when you’re deprived of something truly necessary to your physiological well-being – food, water, shelter, heat – and to your sense of safety or security. Then there is the gray area (for me) of needs and wants that deal in both personal and social contexts, like recognition for your accomplishments, and the drive to achieve. For those who took Psychology in college, this is Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs. I’m glossing over these principles (forgive me), but Maslow deals with human motivations – survival, socialization, and self actualization (self fulfillment). 

Needs fall into the realm of psychology; it’s interesting that the issue of wants in the context of needs generally leads to a debate over economics or consumer behaviors. If handed a $100 bill, can you determine what you need (food, a coat) versus what you want (an iPod, sexy shoes)? Similarly, in a gym full of hotties, can you distinguish between the need to continue to work out (for your health) and the desire to chat up the cute blonde who just hopped off the stair master, or the weight lifter toweling off next to you?

Wants are what we desire, not what we must have so as not to expire. (Sounds like another lyric, doesn’t it?) So where does sex fit in? And what about romantic love?

Then you just might find you get what you need

In our witless world of internet dating, relationships that plunge off the edge of the earth, dismissive disappearances through texting and email, human beings still form attachments to others. Do we need those attachments, those feelings of belonging and love? I say yes, though I could also argue that we won’t die without them, which would indicate they are wants.

Categories aside – most of us want to be needed, and need to be wanted. That applies to sexual desire, as well as to who we are – the need or want to be seen, accepted, valued, loved. So, we arrive at the much sought after sex + love connection.  Are these the most natural (and necessary) of the wants? Certainly, the love biz (along with centuries of literary masterworks) reflects our human preoccupation with both.

Love hurts

Flash forward to contemporary life: you may find someone you love, and those three little words are not returned. Or you hear those words, and you wish you hadn’t. Your heart isn’t in the same place; timing, chemistry, or logistics may be off. Whatever the elusive elixir of desire and commitment, it can’t be forced. You can’t always get what you want.

Let’s face it. Love hurts, much of the time, particularly when you can’t get what you want. But perhaps it’s for the best. Friendship may take root where love wasn’t meant to be, or you realize your heart has expanded through the experience of loving, and you know yourself better as a result. Perhaps the future will offer something different that fits in a healthier way. Perhaps the future holds reconnection.

And so, after all, as the Rolling Stones remind us, you just might find… you get what you need.

When you look at yourself, what do you see?

• Do you know your wants from your needs?
• How has the equation changed with time?
• What about your personal achievement goals – needs or wants?
• Were there times when you didn’t get what you wanted, and were better off?
• Must love hurt? Is it worth it, even if you can’t always get what you want?

© D A Wolf

Big Little Wolf’s Daily Plate of Crazy

In the last year, here’s a brief rundown of what happened:

-I was sexually harassed in the workplace and subsequently blamed for it and attacked
-A “good Catholic boy” I fell in love with couldn’t keep it in his pants after coming onto me, leading me on, manipulating me, and putting his hands all over me. He tried to sleep with my best friend, who gleefully recited the whole thing to me the next morning.
-I confronted my abuser, who could only say, “I see” after 12 years of unbridled rage and sorrow poured out.
-I’ve endured countless rape and incest jokes silently.
-I’ve been leered at in public places by men who think it’s their right to stare at me.
-I was told I was “too uptight” by my pervy boss, who just said and did the most inappropriate shit ever. He then proceeds to tell the whole room what he’d do to a rapist or abuser if anyone ever touched a daughter he doesn’t have. (He wouldn’t go and buy them some balloons and popcorn, that’s for damn sure!)
-I slept with a boy I wasn’t in love with for the first time. I wanted to have sex, he was cute, and I liked him well enough. He spoiled me in bed, but later told me that I “have a mark” on my soul. “The mark of someone who has been raped.” He felt ok rubbing my face in my experiences, even though I wasn’t comfortable enough to share this with him. He went with his hunch. Classy.
-A cute boy from out of town hit on me, came on to me, and initiated a long makeout session, only to get back together with his ex and still flirt with me via phone and email without bothering to tell me that little detail. Ick! “I’m sorry, didn’t mean to hurt you, you’re awesome, really!”
-A guy I met and felt close to made me cry after I took him to dinner. His offense? Rape and abuse jokes. He knew my history. He brags about how “sensitive” he is, too! Then, he chastised me for being upset and “not having a sense of humor about it”.
-Some stranger walking past my porch felt incensed when I didn’t return his “hello” (I thought he wasn’t talking to me) and proceeded to yell, “Whore!” and “Bitch!” at me.
-One of my friendliest co-workers said, “You’re too sensitive” when I described the harassment. My lawyer said that, too. “I just can’t understand why you’re so upset.”
-A “cool” guy asked my age, and when I told him, his response was, “Great, you’re legal, what’s your number?”
-A neighbor at school was dealing drugs. When I complained that his getting arrested on a Saturday morning was keeping me awake and disturbing my sleep, his response was to call me a “Cunt”. My response? “I’m glad you’re so proud of getting arrested, but it will get you nowhere. You’re a loser, and you’ll always be a loser.” He just called me the same name again. I bet he was pleased with his wit.
-When I brought the sexual harassment forward, the company execs attacked my character, calling me “unprofessional” for insisting that I have legal representation present at any meetings. The manager I initially brought this up to is a moron who doesn’t even know the proper definitions of sexual harassment.

So, by simply existing and taking up space in this world, it seems as though I’ve lauched a hate campaign against myself. I inspire so much hatred and anger in people, that they feel the need to attack me, make me cry, or make my life unpleasant! Who knew I had so much power over people?! It’s probably all just some coincidence, or some sick joke that someone is having a great laugh about.

But, what do I know? I’m “uptight”, “too sensitive”, and I “don’t have a sense of humor”. Oh, and I also have the “mark of someone who has been raped” all over my soul, and stuff. (He told me it’s some amorphous reddish off color blobby thing. Mmmm, squishy! But this is coming from a boy who believes in magic. No joke.)

In short, if you have anything negative to say about me that’s not constructive criticism, I’ve got three wonderful words for you:

GO FUCK YOURSELF!

One of Homestead’s two main events this past weekend was RibFest, a hog haven for big rib eaters and other carnival junk foods (I particularly like funnel cake). As usual, it took place at the Air Reserve Park grounds and Homestead MediaJive arrived late in the evening (to avoid all traffic, and we did!) to check out the closing show. Well, we heard Homestead was about to get punked, and Joan Jett and the Heartbreakers rocked the night away!

WOW! Speaking about a blast from the past, Joan’s classic look in tight leather pants and awesome haircut. The concert was filled with a bunch of generation X-ers, ex-punk music lovers and now mommies and daddies looking to reminisce those rebel years with a little punk rock, by legendary sexy rebel.

As usual, Jett rocked, opening with I Don’t Care About My Bad Reputation and singing a repertoire of old tunes like Love Hurts, Dirty Deeds, Crimson and Clover, Do You Wanna Touch Me, and of Course I Love Rock-n-Roll.

Only one complain: Joan, this is not Fort Lauderdale, I know it makes no sense, coming from the big apple South Florida may seem like one huge chunk of America’s great outdoors, but sorry to disappoint you, this is Homestead. Fort Laud is 90 miles North. We still like you and hope you are back to rock us out of our flip-flops!

Check out her cool site at http://www.joanjett.com/

the boy i love with all my heart, his ex girlfriend looks like Twiggy. almost exactly like twiggy and she has the same air about her as twiggy too.

Acum ceva vreme, l-a troznit pe colegu’ o idee, şi a postat un playlist de 10 piese calmante. Am zis că de ce să nu vă incânt şi eu cu 10 piese din lista mea de preferinţe, şi astfel să continui tradiţia “Chillout Sessions”.

Sper să vă placă piesele alese, majoritatea sunt piese pe care le-am mai ascultat în ultimele zile, destul de stresante, aş putea zice. Audiţie plăcută!

1. Jason Mraz – You and I Both

2. Goo Goo Dolls – Iris

3. Bob Marley – Top Rankin’ (da… ascult Bob Marley)

4. Coldplay – Yellow

5. Billy Talent – Surrender

6. Deep Blue Something – Breakfast at Tiffany’s

7. Eric Clapton – Layla (unplugged)

8. Reamonn – Supergirl

9. Incubus – Love Hurts

10. Jonathan Rhys Meyers – This Time (August Rush)

From the ‘if I hadn’t gone on holiday to Singapore I wouldn’t have met you’, the ‘that train I just missed derailed’ to the ”had I not walked the long way back today I wouldn’t have seen that necklace on sale’.

What do you think?

1. It is possible to give everything and be afraid of nothing.
2. There is no upper limit to the quantity of tears your eyes can hold, and if you do feel your tear ducts tire, sleep, and the tears will flow again upon waking.
3. Nothing else matters, the rest of the world pales in comparison when they are beside you. If they are not there, your thoughts are with them nonetheless – so you still cannot see the rest of the world.
4. No detail is too small to be overlooked when you are together.
5. You become willing to get up at 5am to wake them up, walk for an hour to see them for half that time and work early into the morning so you can spend more time together.
6. Money is just a number.

…feel free to add your own…

Have You Seen House M.D.: Season 1 Episode 20 – Love Hurts?

Episode Synopsis:

House apparently triggers a stroke in a clinic patient, but the major topic of discussion is House’s imminent date with Cameron. The team must deal with the patient’s odd lifestyle, overbearing “friend”, and reluctant parents in order to stop the strokes and try to save his life.

So what do you think of this episode?

If you missed it, you can watch it here.

Fact: Covers of songs usually suck.  Oftentimes, its not necessarily the fault of the artist doing the song cover, it’s just that the original was kind of a classic, and you just can’t improve upon a classic.  You can’t.

Little Discussed Fact: Sometimes covers are better than the original song.  Maybe it’s because the original kind of sucked, or maybe it’s because the artist doing the cover has completely re-arranged the structure of the song making it almost like a new song entirely — but for whatever reason, you hear the cover, and you think, “this is a really tight cover!”

This post is about those songs…

Today’s Match-up:

Love Hurts: Nazareth (original) V. Joan Jett (cover)

Verdict: I know that the Nazareth version is considered to be a Hair Band classic, but the lead-singer’s voice, combined with the slower tempo just makes it seem whiny to me.  Like a puppy who won’t stop yelping when you bring him inside after a walk, you just kind of want to kick it — oh, wait, just kidding.  Heh…

All prejudices towards Joan Jett aside, her version has a much more redemptive feel.  After Joan Jett tells you “but I know it isn’t true/I know it isn’t true/love is just a lie to make you blue” you feel empowered; Joan Jett makes you want to throw out that picture of your ex, throw on your hoody and combat boots, and kick down some shit.  The Nazareth version on the other hand, makes you want to drink a bottle of vodka by yourself and slit your wrists.  Joan Jett for the win!

..sometimes it means  you have to set them free. An old adage but it holds true today.  There comes a time when loving someone means setting them free to live their own life.  This happens naturally with your children, you watch over them and care for them, try to raise them into decent people till they are grown then you have to set them free to live their own lives.  As much as it hurts it is the natural course of action with children.   But there are also other people that come into your life, you love them and then the love  ember slowly dies, and no matter how much you blow on the coals the fire never comes back. This happens with a divorce.  The there are those people you love with all your heart, you love them so badly it hurts! It tears apart your heart and soul as you realise that the best thing for both of you is to part ways and live your seperate lives.  It happens because you just loved too deeply and the timing was just not right.

It takes a lot of courage to say goodbye, its not an easy task and not everyone can do it. I have met people who just can’t seem to let go of their children’s lives, many of these same people, not surprisingly , are in marriages where the embers went out along time ago and the children are the only thread left binding them together.

This past two years I reached the perfect trifecto. I had to  set my children free to live their own lives. I let my marriage go because it was time to acknowledge the death of that relationship. And then I had to set my friend and lover free to live his own life before the flames devoured us both. It all hurts.. sometimes so badly I cant stand it.

I now have just myself and that’s probably all really all I need right now because  I need to bring myself back to me to love!

It’s over…

Heart is not only broken, but ripped out, stepped on, crushed to a pulp and lies absolutely shattered in a ditch somewhere, the me you see in front of you is but a heartless shell.

How could he do this to me…quite easily apparently…

So this is how it feels to be physically unable to cry having exhausted the seemingly never-ending resevoir of tears.

To see him around campus is the most difficult… To see him laughing, and happy – his world unchanged, tears me apart.

Time, people say, you need time… yet I don’t feel that time can solve anything. Plus, time takes so long to come and take the pain away…time…

I can’t imagine myself with anyone else, I can’t imagine myself happy, hopefully, it’s just the phase…

Another headline hit about the “the other woman” the poor innocent wife and the cheating man. I have no idea whether there is just more of this around or whether I just notice these stories more because they hit so close to my home, heart and guilt.  But I do notice them and they send me in a tail spin each time I read or listen to one of these stories.  If you have followed my blog, you will understand why. I was the “other  woman” and believe me, it is not a pleasant position to be in.

You do not set out to be “the  other woman” the husband stealer” the hussy” “the easy lay” “the whore” or any of the other names elegantly bestowed on you by society.  No.. you just fall in love with another person..unfortunately that person happens to be married.  Sometimes you dont know until it’s too late, sometimes you know and try to fight it as hard as you can but the feelings come anyway. It usually was not a planned action, you did not intentionally set out to hurt someone, actually the person that usually gets hurt the worst is you! You get hurt because you love a person that you know will probably not leave the financial security of his married life, a person that does not want to hurt his spouse or family even if he loves you (in the end you are much easier to hurt than the family), a person you know is much riskier to your mental health than any ordinary love.. but you love him despite the knowledge of all this.  You live with the guilt that if he can over come all these things and leave them to be with you, then you will be the cause for a family break up and another persons heart being broken. It is a damn if you do , damn if you dont scenario. You know deep in your heart you are going to lose no matter what! but god you love him and so you continue!   And no one seems to understand that you are inner conflict and turmoil the whole time. Your inner voices constantly fighting within you, battling out what is right and what is wrong . Your brain and your heart rip each other apart until you almost go crazy .. so you do something stupid or desperate.in an effort to stop the battle and get resolution to the conflict. .and it all blows up around you.  Like the young girl in the latest scandal.

I understand what she is going through.. I have been there. Guilt is a powerful emotion..love is a powerful emotion.. hurt is a powerful emotion.. and we are only human.  Pile this all on top of other daily strife and past skeletons and it is the thing movies are made from.  Only this is not on film, this is someones life. Believe me they will live in shame  all on their own and it will hurt for a long time.  As outsiders, you should try to understand, not judge, not condemn. You never know what your future holds,  one day it could happen to you.  I never believed it would happen to me, but it did.