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The truth is I look just like both of my parents, and also like neither of them. I have my mother's bone structure. I have my father's chin. My mother is very fair -- pale skin, straight blond hair, blue eyes. My father is dark -- skin the color of cinnamon dust, curly black hair, black eyes (with the oddest ring of blue outside the irises... they're fascinating). I am a mixture of the two: skin darker than my mom's and lighter than my dad's, eyes the color of coffee beans, curly red-brown-black (communist) hair. I think the dimples are from my dad.
This isn't a sad story.
My parents split up when I was two, so I have no real memories of the two of them together as a couple. People who grew up in two-parent homes feel sorry for me for this, but it's okay. It is what it is. I remember my father as a part of my childhood, of course, in random, rare visits. He always seemed like a pretty cool guy, but I couldn't say I knew him much. When I was 10, he left the United States and went back home to Yemen, presumably for a 6-month visit, but it stretched out for 6 years. He didn't call, he didn't write. I thought I'd never see him again. But one day in May in my 16th year, I was out with my mom running errands, and when we returned home, there he was, standing in front of our house. My dad is, I think, 5'10", but he seemed like the tallest man in America. He was back. I had a dad again. Or perhaps for the first time ever.
For a few months, maybe a year, we were in pretty regular contact. But he and I are too much alike: too emotionally distant, too unsure of how to love people. Our constant contact drifted into semi-constant contact, and then occasional contact, and then we'd maybe see each other once a year. I don't blame him for this. It's equally my fault.
But this isn't a sad story. I'm not sad about it, I promise you.
Anyway, the point is that as I've gotten older, I've noticed myself looking more and more like my father. We make all the same facial expressions, and this goofy squinty grin is a classic example. The first time I noticed it was sometime he was visiting and my mom said something weird and we looked at each other, and I noticed for the first time that his face mirrored mine. There's a photograph of the two of us, taken by my mother, where he's standing behind me and we're both giving my mom the same "just take the damn picture already" look. I always thought that things like facial expressions were learned, but apparently not. My own face is proof.
I'm like him in other ways too. We have the same slyness, the same inscrutability, the same intense stare. My sideways smirk comes from him. So does the careless charm and the indifference. I would've been okay inheriting the long legs and the natural grace, but I didn't get to pick traits out before birth (that has to be a shortcoming in the order of things, I think).
So yes, I look just like my dad, and more so the older I get. I suppose this means that by the time I'm 40 I'll totally look like an Arab dude, though I hope with much less facial hair.
We have lots of forget-me-nots in our garden, but this was taken whilst trying out my phone's camera on a dog walk. I liked how one looked almost purple.
ODC2 - Our Daily Challenge - Facial Expressions
There is no one around and the dog won't oblige so here is one of my statuettes instead! I thought she looked a bit winsome in this shot as though asking "Why Me"
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i found these glasses, with only one lens in them, in the clove compartment of our car when we were driving to the movies. awesome right?
That's me in the reflection and that's my daughter. I'm not a stalker. But, apparently, I have stalker hair. Not the vibe I was going for. :-)
Yêu đương, tôi sợ nhất là "vì cô đơn nên nắm đại một bàn tay". Tôi sợ bản thân mình như thế, cũng sợ người ta đối với mình như thế. Bởi vì một trong hai người sẽ chịu thiệt thòi nhiều lắm, khi cho đi và khi vọng quá nhiều, mà người kia thì không thế.
18 tuổi, có thể là hơi sớm, nhưng tôi đã quá mỏi mệt với những chuyện tình yêu chẳng đi đến đâu. Tôi ước ao một sự ổn định, ở bản thân tôi, và cả ở người tôi chọn để ở bên. Tôi đã gặp và ở bên đủ kiểu người, trải qua đủ loại cảm xúc, để biết cách bỏ qua những điều nhỏ nhặt, để cảm thấy rằng chỉ cần bên nhau thôi là đủ.
Tôi ngưỡng mộ những cặp đôi bên nhau hàng năm trời. Họ hẳn đã có cãi vã, đã có mỏi mệt và chán chường trong quãng thời gian ấy, nhưng họ cũng đã học được cách bỏ qua và ở lại bên nhau. Tôi chưa từng được trải qua ngày kỉ niệm một năm yêu nhau với bất kì ai, dù đã bước cùng nhiều người đến thế. Đa phần là vì ngày đó tôi còn trẻ con, đơn giản vì không còn cảm giác nữa mà bỏ đi. Hoặc có một lần là do tôi phải đi học xa, chẳng thể yêu nhau theo cách mỏi mòn chờ trông như thế, và tôi cũng chẳng thấy ở anh sự đảm bảo cho tương lai, thế là tôi đi. Hoặc có một lần, dường như tôi đã tìm được một kẻ dành cho mình, tôi vô thức đặt hết niềm tin vào đó, thật ra lúc đó cậu ta yêu tôi mà, nhưng rồi nhanh như một cơn gió, cậu ta bỏ đi. Hay những thứ ba lăng nhăng tán tỉnh nhau chẳng đi đến đâu kể mãi không hết. Tôi cảm thấy thế là đủ, tôi cần bình yên.
Rồi tôi cũng nhận ra, tôi còn quá trẻ để có thể yêu một người dài lâu mãi mãi. Có thể chẳng phải vì tôi, chẳng phải vì người ta, mà đời sẽ tạo ra những lý do để cuốn chúng tôi đi xa khỏi nhau dù cả hai không muốn. Làm sao con người ta có thể tìm được một người để yêu thương tới 8 năm, để lấy nhau, để sống tiếp bên nhau 60 năm còn lại của cuộc đời? Viển vông.
Tình yêu đối với tôi là điều quan trọng nhất. Tôi chỉ cần người tôi yêu thương ở cạnh bên tôi là mọi chuyện sẽ ổn, dù mỏi mệt, dù khó khăn đến đâu. Giống như điện thoại hết pin thì cắm xạc vào là được.
Viết dài quá, nhiều việc xen giữa quá. Hết hứng.
I’ve been tagged by zail .Here are ten random things about me. I didn’t know what to write so asked my dear friends sunny n ravi to say some random things abt me…
1.I’m a bit on the shy side and take time to open up…but once I do I’m fun to be with…
2.I am very lazy :P I love to sleep, I love winter as I can sleep longer…wish I was a bear n could hibernate…
3.I’m nocturnal!! I love working at nights, have been studying only during nights all my life.
4.I have this strange desire to be aloof n live like a vagabond…something like that ‘Into the wild’ movie…
5.I love the color black. Actually anything on the darker side. My room is totally dark with black wallpapers and posters!! There is no tube light just a zero watt bulb inside a shade. I wish to paint my walls someday n do some graffiti.
6.I ve a fetish for Ties, love collecting them, too bad they don’t come cheap :(…
7.I’m 24 but already feel very old…
8.I admire Che Guevara! I have read his biographies n also motorcycle diary multiple times, his posters are all over my walls, have several tees with a che print, a tie with che print, a cap with che print even a wallet with che print. Want to get a graphic che sticker on my laptop…
9.I hate the sun and summer!! Gives me headaches!! Have this chronic migraine problem…
10.I dream of getting a DSLR !!! Also I wish I had a pro account…abt to reach my max limit in this free account…
PS: sorry for not visiting ur streams for last few days…will make up soon…
Me at damn near 62 years of age. Realized the other day I had started my seventh decade. Where is my lost youth. If found contact me via Flickr
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Metronom ME 146-13 als RE2 Uelzen – Hannover – Göttingen westlich Gleidingen/Laatzen auf Hannöverscher Südbahn.
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Metronom ME 146-13 as RE2 Uelzen - Hannover - Göttingen west of Gleidingen/Laatzen on Hannöverscher Südbahn.
Look who I met! I've finally completed my trifecta of actors from Flight of the Conchords! Woo!
Oh yeah. And some other guy. Photobomb!
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