Love is a telephone

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Love is a telephone

Love is a telephone which always keeps silent when you are longing for a call, but rings when you are not ready for it. As a result, we often miss the sweetness from the other end.

Love is a telephone which is seldom program-controlled or directly dialed. You cannot get an immediate answer by a mere "hello", let alone go deep into your lover's heart by one call. Usually it had to be relayed by an operator, and you have to be patient in waiting. Destiny is the operator of this phone, who is always irresponsible and fond of laying practical jokes to which she may make you a lifelong victim intentionally or unintentionally.

Love is a telephone which is always busy, wow gold When you are ready to die for love, you only find, to your disappointment, the line is already occupied by someone else, and you are greeted only by a busy line. This is an eternal regret handed down from generation to generation and you are only one of those who languish for followers.

Love is telephone, but it is difficult to seize the center time for dialing, and you will let slip the opportunity if your call is either too early or too late.

Love is a telephone which is not always associated with happiness. Honeyed words are transmitted by sound waves, but when the lovers are brought together, the phone servers no purpose that many lovers observe that buy wow gold marriage is the doom of love.

Love is a telephone which, when you use it for the first time, makes you so nervous and excited that you either hold the receiver upside down or dial the wrong number. By the time you've calmed down, you will beat a loss to whom you should make the call.

Love is a telephone which often has crossed lines. And this usually happens to you unexpectedly. Your time will either cross or be crossed. Both cases are refereed to as "triangle". Fortunately, all such occurrences are transient.

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Maysie Maysie's picture

This was spam, but I need a fun thread after last night. 

What else is love? Aside from a telephone? (ring, ring, pick up the clue phone Toronto!)

........

Love is a battlefield

Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed

Love stinks

......

Hey, who knew I was a teenager in the 80s?

 

Catchfire Catchfire's picture
Maysie Maysie's picture

Hey! Enough "rose/thorn" derailment.

This thread is about love. And telephones. Which also seem to be about love, or its reasonable facsimile.

Call me

867-5309

Tonight you're mine, completely

With or without you

Dig the super 80s hairdos. Plus the women's hairdos. Wink

Catchfire Catchfire's picture

What about more traditional methods of correspondence? Are they allowed? (They must be if U2 is....sheesh.)

A Message to you Rudy

Take a Letter Maria

oldgoat

If you translate from the Italian, when the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie that's love. 

 

Go figure. 

jrootham

The classic letter song.

jrootham

Dup

Caissa

..is found in the back seat of a Ford.

thanks

http://viacampesina.org/en/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=...

CBC can call for English or French interviews with reps at the Biodiversity Conference

Maysie Maysie's picture
bagkitty bagkitty's picture

Well if love is an answering machine, then it is obviously time to link to one of my faves by The Replacements: Answering Machine

Maysie Maysie's picture

70s moustache alert!

Operator (don't say I didn't warn you)

bagkitty bagkitty's picture

Okay Maysie, you are obviously still suffering from the last night's electoral outcome.... please step away from the keyboard before you do something you are going to regret... like linking to Dr. Hook's Sylvia's Mother....

jrootham
Maysie Maysie's picture

I dedicate this song to Rob Ford.

Fuck You

NSFW, in that she sings the word "fuck" a lot.

P.S. *waves to bagkitty

bagkitty bagkitty's picture

Not sure I am all that enthused about having that wave in such close proximity to the song title...Yell

 

[waves to Maysie]

Caissa
oldgoat

Caissa wrote:

..is found in the back seat of a Ford.

 

Throughout my teens I drove a Chevrolet. 

 

...so that was the problem all along....

Caissa

I thought I was commenting on the Toronto mayoralty election, oldgoat. Wink

P.S. I have never learned to drive.

Maysie Maysie's picture

Dudes you are not, NOT going to spoil this thread with talk of Toronto's new mayor. I'm trying to drown my sorrows here.

I love my boss

Let's Go

 

bagkitty bagkitty's picture

Anybody for a little Richard Hell and the Voidoids?

Maysie Maysie's picture

Surprised

bagkitty, you're not the kitty I thought you were.

And to think I was considering moving to Calgary.

Unionist

Love is the answer which needs no question.

 

al-Qa'bong

A "Love and telephones" music thread?

 

Glenn Miller Orchestra with Ray Eberle - Ring, Telephone Ring

Quote:

I’m lonesome tonight
Ring, telephone, ring
This night has no ending
Help me try to forget
I need her tonight
Ring, telephone, ring
There’s no use pretending
Dreams of her linger yet

Like a couple of fools we parted
I vowed I‘d never call
Now I‘d give my all
To have her with me
But where can she be?

I miss her tonight
Ring, telephone, ring
There’s no way of saying
All the joy it would bring
I beg of you, please, please
Ring, telephone, ring...

bagkitty bagkitty's picture

Maysie wrote:

Surprised

bagkitty, you're not the kitty I thought you were.

And to think I was considering moving to Calgary.

And here I was thinking a big city girl would have toughened up a little after being exposed to gritty urban reality.

Oh, and have you (and your fellow Torontonians) recovered enough from last night's shock for me to drop the "neener, neener" bomb in regards to the outcome of the campaigns for mayors of our respective cities?

Maysie Maysie's picture

bagkitty wrote:
 And here I was thinking a big city girl would have toughened up a little after being exposed to gritty urban reality.

Re your link... one of the first things I learned as a big city gal is the difference between love and ..... that other thing. Or things. Tongue out

And no I have not recovered. I'm still crying, and I'm still drunk. Can I just stay like this for four years?

al-Qa'bong

While we Saskatudlians can't brag about the yo-yo who is our mayor (he was once voted as Canada's craziest mayor), you Torontites must find it galling that Calgary, by electing a Muslim Harvard grad, is proving to be a more sophisticated urban centre than yours.

 

Maybe you should start a rodeo.

bagkitty bagkitty's picture

shhhhh AQ, their image of themselves is already on shaky ground, a little puff might make it crash down around themWink

Unionist

Love means never having to hear: "The city you have reached is not a working community. Please move out and try again. This is a reFording."

Maysie Maysie's picture

A fine example of Rob Ford's maturity.

Please watch the above with this song playing in the background.

bagkitty, can I move in with you?

Timebandit Timebandit's picture

Al Q, I see your yo-yo and raise you a diminutive failed boxer who took a few too many shots to the head.

His hobbies include trying to close library branches by consolidating them into malls and killing the downtown core.

See, TO, we've all got issues.  Except Calgary.  But they have other issues, so there.

Catchfire Catchfire's picture

The thread drift stops here. The next person to name an incompetent, racist or otherwise risibile Canadian mayor gets banned (and that goes for Maysie too). This thread is about love communicated through technology.

Oh, and cigarette sunglasses too.

Maysie Maysie's picture

I see your Lady Gaga and raise you:

Straight schlumpy guys singing and dancing "Bad Romance".

I want to marry them all.

I want your love. Love love love, I want your love.

P.S. Tell ME not to thread drift! Ha! The noive.

Caissa

Rob Ford.

Unionist

Caissa wrote:

Rob Ford.

... to pay Chrysler?

 

Caissa

Unless you can Dodge it.

al-Qa'bong

A legislative fiat ought to prevent that from happening.

 

(Me paenitet - sometimes I just can't help myself)

Caissa

Yugo, Al-Qa'bong. You are quite a Lada.

jrootham

It's a Lada guilt for the money.

There is even a song, but I can't find a link.

 

Caissa

It's probably just a SAAB story.

Unionist

I feel like a Lada-day saint.

Caissa

Yugo, Unionist.

Unionist

The humour skoda get better or I'm so outta here...

 

Caissa

Datsun ( long u)

Unionist

He ain't chevy, he's my motor.

Caissa

Pipe down before you blow a gasket.

bagkitty bagkitty's picture

Has Maysie sobered up yet?

Boom Boom Boom Boom's picture

I haven't used a phone since going on disability (hearing loss) in 2002. I hate the things. I communicate by fax and email. I've never used a cordless phone, digital phone, or phone through the computer.

jrootham

No phone for you!

 

Papal Bull

Y'all should just shut up, take your words and chevette

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