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It's been forever since I've been to mailfriends. I mean forever. Those that I made friends with a year ago probably forgot about me. Then again, who could blame them?

I'm just moved to a new city with a new job and a new life. I'm now three hours drive away from my family, and I miss them terribly. However, I'm not going to return. There's nothing for me down there. All the jobs are taken. Those that aren't pay little, and I have student loans that I'm repaying. So I moved. Moved to a place where people are ruder, pushy, and just plain mean. I have yet to find friends in my area, and those at my work are keeping a fair distance from me as if I'm an alien from another galaxy.

I am from turkey
My name is ANIL
i am 23 years old
I am 60 kg
I am 1.55 cm
Let meets

I am turkish men and ofcouse I want to turkey should win
what do you thing
give me score and your opinion

In Britain there is a current trend to hate:
The "immigration problem".
And George Bush.

If you look back over History no one or no establishment has ever been universally popular but this isn't what annoys me. It is the narrow minded % of the population who are so bigoted and xenophobic towards immigration that it clouds their judgement. Sure there is a immigration problem in the country but it is no where as bad as it is made out to be. People tend to forget that Newspapers don't act in the interest of the "people" but rather print a story that'll sell. A good example would be the out break of Bird Flu with the Daily Mail predicting we'd all be dead come the New Year. It's now 2008 and about 60 people died in total (correct me if i'm wrong) and I'm still here.

I got old. Not old old. Not like I have grandkids or a hip replacement old. Just old.

I don't actually know how it happened, you know, I still feel 20, occasionally I still feel 5 or 6, but it depends - normally I just act it.

So, step-by-step I've wandered along my journey, not really taking notice of my age, I mean, why would you? You can take it for granted that it changes every year, that the wrinkles are getting a little deeper, and the 'podge' is getting a little.... podgier - why take time out to notice?

Well... this year, right before my birthday I decided to return to an old hobby of mine - radio controlled planes. Time was, I could launch a plane, fly around, wow the people around me, and land it relatively comfortably.

Thunk! Christmas landed heavily and unexpectedly this year, I know I know... It's the same date every year, I should be prepared, unfortunately I lose track of time and occasionally dates land on me like raindrops... July, August, January... No time doesn't travel through my world in series like any good maths teacher tells us... It just kinda touches down every once in a while, wreaking havoc and generally inducing panicked behaviour, like running in circles yelling "ACORN!" or backflips.

Actually in this case it induced a rather new behaviour, one I was unsure of and fairly convinced would cost me my sanity.

As I was walking I decided I needed a stable companion, someone who could not only keep me grounded and remind me of the bigger picture, but someone who would help me to keep those around me safe and comfortable.

I needed a dog...

It wasn't a snap decision, turn after turn of my journey has happened alone, sometimes I wander in the company of others, sometimes I wander aimlessly alone, sometimes... well I just wander aimlessly, forgetting that there is a goal, a path to take and a future. Turn after turn I was aware of something that was missing on my journey, then one day I remembered how it felt to walk the path with Cassie, Cara, Mollie, all dogs... All devoted loving companions, who when the path runs short, or direction is lost, could always guide me back.

Aside from warm comfortable shoes, I find there's another important element to assist our journey through life... At the end of each trek we need to kick off our warm comfortable shoes, shed our padded walking socks and lay back in a warm comfortable bed. I heard that! I mean our own warm comfortable beds! Sheesh! Who let him in?

So after a hard weekend, with a stone in my shoe, a hole in my sock and Henry Ford giggling at me from wherever he rests (car trouble - amateur mechanic here completing citroen tasks that the local garages refuse to take on because they're too complicated and need a special tool..... [grumble] what they need is a special sledgehammer... anyway.... I digress... again... isn't it strange how I over populate my narratives with periods?.... My pause for thought extends itself using incorrect punctuation............ nifty).

So, it's 2am and it hit me once more that I could be dead by morning... I'm not sure what would kill me, maybe a passing car will hit a lamp post, sending it careering into my neighbours wall, upsetting her wasps nest... said wasps will then fill my house, and in my frantic attempts to escape their terrifying malice I'll trip and fall down the stairs...

With a broken leg I'll manage to call an ambulance, begin my journey to hospital only to get waylaid by a police speed trap.... The trap will spring, decapitating the paramedic and forcing his colleague to administer first aid.

During his frantic reattachment of the paramedic's head, no-one will notice the lack of handbrake on the ambulance, and it'll roll backwards, towards my home... Uncontrollably freewheeling until it collides with an escaped ostrich, causing a random causal effect, opening a breach in time... through which a large moon will fall, crushing me, the ostrich and the ambulance.

I wondered today why on earth someone who receives so much regular attention could be so depressed.

I wondered if they were lonely. Surrounded by human shrapnel, sharing their stories and meaning and yet they have nothing to contribute... They sit there quietly, watching the others, listening intently, relaying to those too far away to hear, realising quietly how boring their life is, how little they've done, how little they've shared.

Are they bored, gaining weight and losing motivation. Waiting day in day out for people who are waiting for people. Imagine standing at the train station, waiting. Trains arriving and leaving, none of them yours....