October 3rd, 2011

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Writer's Block: Shhh… Don’t tell

Do you keep your LiveJournal a secret from someone?
As I told frezeus, who also responded to this LJ meme, "LJ is like the dirty, but precious dildo we keep in our underwear drawer."

I know many keep LJ a secret, or a personal blog and sometimes minions that have sold their soul to fandom have LJ or Tumblr or whatever a secret.

Blogs in general are sometimes kept on the down-low. I did keep my journal a secret from time to time, but now, I don't give a shit, unless it's a diary themed journal. In this case, for my LJ, I don't keep many things a secret to be quite frank.

Writer's Block: And the forecast is…

What’s your favorite kind of weather?


Rain, rain, rain! It's autumn in Eugene and that apparently means the rain is coming. I couldn't be more excited! 9 months of mostly rain? Count me in.

It's gentle rain though... one thing I do miss about the South is the thunderstorms. I mean Earth-shattering, terrifying thunderstorms where you're not quite sure you're safe in your own house. I miss watching the lightening and listening to the thunder in the distance... and hearing the violent crack of lightening striking very close and the house-rattling boom that follows.

Oh, and fog is great too. :)
Peace Chinen

Writer's Block: Shhh… Don’t tell

Do you keep your LiveJournal a secret from someone?
Yes~!
Well... My friends know I have LJ but they don't really.. They aren't interested in LJ. 'Cos they love FB. =="
So it's ok~
But I'd like to keep it a secret~
Only.. One person knows about my LJ and it's Kento~ :D
Who doesn't have one but.. He goes on mine occasionally. :DD
I'll get him to make a post one time! :D
a little me

Writer's Block: Shhh… Don’t tell

Do you keep your LiveJournal a secret from someone?
Yes. Everyone! Ha no really, I'm pretty open about it, even posted how to find it on a site or two. I don't really care anymore who sees most of my thoughts, it doesn't matter anyway. I don't know really, it might, but what reason is there to care? A friend of mine once told me people are selfish, that they don't really care, not about anyone, just themselves. She was right.
I posted a big horrifying entry about a horrible event that was in a lot of ways my fault. When it was all out there, for everyone to see, nobody cared. Not even the people who were involved cared. I might have one comment on the entry, if that. What good is keeping a secret? If there's a secret, people want to know. If I leave something out in plain sight, only those who care will notice anyway.
Even if strangers did notice, they wouldn't know what a pearl was, so what would they do other than ignore me and go on about their own problems and lives, same as they always do? Speaking of pearls, it's been said not to give your pearls to swine, but to toss them in a pigpen (facebook, anyone?) is a hugely different thing from holding them out to let them see them.
pray, kneel, leopard, peaceful, grey

Writer's Block: Anti-bullying month

Who is the biggest bully in your life? One response chosen at random will win an Amazon Kindle. [contest details] (sponsored by )
Realistically, my biological father- no intention to be dramatic, but he's the only one I can give that title to. He was a real son-of-a-B.  

Besides  that, no real consistent bullies throughout childhood, except for one tomboyish broad in intermediate school... She made me cry in the middle of class & harassed me at any given time, but if I saw her today & I took wind she was still the same, I would headbutt her. 

Writer's Block: Anti-bullying month

Who is the biggest bully in your life? One response chosen at random will win an Amazon Kindle. [contest details] (sponsored by )
A certain person in middle school that shall remain nameless. Made fun of just about everything about me, but I'm ok now, though I'd say the biggest bullies in my life now are family, which kinda sucks.
Coop & Llama

Quartier des écrivains : Desert island

List three books that have changed your life:
1. Between a Rock and a Hard Place (Aron Ralston, 2004)
2. The Millennium trilogy (Stieg Larsson, 2009)
3. The Lord of the Rings (J.R.R. Tolkien, 1954)


And I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to add these :

4. Bone (George Chesbro, 1989)
5. Full of Secrets - Critical Approches to Twin Peaks (David Lavery, 1995)

Булгаков на ТВ

"И имейте в виду, что Христос существовал." То, как произносит эту фразу в Бортко-поверхностном тв-"Мастере" Олег Басилашвили, подтвердило для меня масштаб и глубину его актёрского таланта. Бывает так, что какая-то крохотка свидетельствует о многом. Но это что касается персональной актёрской работы. А в целом сериал хочется пересмотреть, чтобы проверить первое негативное впечатление. Если, конечно же, при первой же серии не захочется вырубить его.

Writer's Block: Shhh… Don’t tell

Do you keep your LiveJournal a secret from someone?
Yes I have kept my journal private from someone. It's private from the guy i like.. who I'm supposed to be ok with being in the "friend zone' with. I have a whole entry about him... and if he ever found out, it might ruin our friendship. 

Also, only a couple of my friends know about my journal also. Not that I'm keeping it a secret.. well maybe I am. It's just when I write, it's raw emotion and I'm scared to really open up like that unless I truly and deeply trust you. My best friends everrr know about this blog and thats it. Only 2 friends out of at least 20. It's something VERY personal to me. 


But I'm debating now if I should let the guy I like read this or not.. good idea or bad?


P.S. I was going through the mood tab to pick a mood for this entry and just realized how many options there are for describing your mood.. HOLY COW!!!
This for sure isn't first grade where we used to say the simple, happy, mad, or sad emotion. 


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أزياء فاشون 2012,FASHION AZYYA

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Hello Kitty

Блок дописувача

Почему люди покупают подделки? Глупость или жадность?

иногда безальтернативность, иногда разница в качестве незначительна, в отличие от разницы в цене. А порой подделки бывают много лучше оригиналов. А гонитва исключительно за оригиналами - просто избалованность, понты, потреблядство.

Вопрос дня: Подделки

Почему люди покупают подделки? Глупость или жадность?
Это просто право выбора. Кому-то  это нравиться, коту-то удобно и дешево. А кому -то попросту пофиг, что это подделка. Право выбора, как по мне.
Angry

Writer's Block: Shhh… Don’t tell

Do you keep your LiveJournal a secret from someone?


Not really, I just keep most stuff as private though. People pretty much know I have it, but rarely look at it. Why would they, when now LJ's are as super uncool as cassette tapes or even 8tracks. That said, I don't twit, I poke on facebook mainly to see what the crew from back East says since they suck and mostly abandoned their LJ's (well all but one or two), and there are a couple of Crohn's groups there that are interesting to talk about treatments and stuff.

And I have posted stuff on my friends list instead of out for everyone to see. Venting to a more private crowd, or going over my insane life in that area. It's all good either way.

By the by, where the hell did the entire weekend go!? URGH!!! I am SO not ready for work.

Shhh… Don’t tell

Do you keep your LiveJournal a secret from someone?
1. the writing prompt made me smile.  NOBODY knows about this.  
2. I am crying.  
3. I (hope) I finally called it quits with Aaron.  I deleted his number and all the texts from my cellphone as I was walking out this evening.  I didn't have the balls to tell him though.  Then I tried to call WA to listen so I could say it, but no answer.... didn't have the guts to tell MB.  
4. It sucks (as it should) but is the right decision.  I finally made one!

then school work is frustrating.  although I think I got a good start.  decided that I should elaborate some, but needed to pour out my soul first.  

someday I will meet someone who makes good butterflies in my stomach, treats me (and others) with respect, and loves me for who I am.  (among other things..............)

now I need to make the push to put myself in counseling.  


it was a tough weekend, and it will be a tough week.  (looking forward to Abby time on Saturday!)

Вопрос дня: Подделки

Почему люди покупают подделки? Глупость или жадность?

Потому, что современные китайские подделки иной раз лучше китайских же оригиналов. И наоборот.
А жадность- это та же глупость, когда тупая тетка покупает в кредит сумочку Louis Vuitton в надежде удачно выйти замуж- и тщетно!
armored

Writer's Block: Shhh… Don’t tell

Do you keep your LiveJournal a secret from someone?
Actually, yes. I used to keep this journal private to only a few friends and only a very few people were even aware I had it. I used it (and still do) for gripes about everyday life and some of the family issues that cropped up. Now it's my only journal and since my divorce, it doesn't really matter who knows I have it. It's private to only friends so no one can see it without my permission anyway, unless I post to AMA or the like.
Anastasiy

Вопрос дня: Подделки

Почему люди покупают подделки? Глупость или жадность?


М: - Но! Этого, куда-то убрали, что ли?
В какое-то место? В Новгород, что ли?
Куда-то её отправили там.
С: - Может замуж вышла?
М: - Может, поженились с кем? Хоть она и была…
С: - Она замужняя была - да?
М: - Замужняя! У ней муж, где-то на пароходстве!?
Но и погиб. Наверное, замуж вышла. Я же не знаю.
Почём я знаю. Но, уехала, уехала. Но и…
С: - А потом, мужчина, стал поваром - да?
М: - Но! А потом они приезжали - Дядя Гаврил.
Гаврей звали. Гаврик!
С: - А, она уже с мужем приезжала - да?
М: - Но! Хороший мужчина.
С: - Из Новгорода?
М: - Угу!
С: - Ну, значит, замуж вышла. И всё.
М: - Ну и вот. И они мне всё говорили: - Пойдём к нам
жить. - Вот надо бы было уехать туда бы.
С: - Ну, кто бы отпустил.
М: - Конечно, но и… я привязана кругом была.
Этих-та вот, хоть кто, бери, и их ничего.
А меня, вот с этим КАРАНОМ.
С: - Коронованием?
М: - Каранованием – этим. Зачем оно мне нужно.
С: - Дак, тебе и уезжать нельзя из страны и…
М: - Но!
С: - И, быть при дворе. Ха, ха. Всё время.
М: - Я бы, жила в этом? В Ленинграде!
Меня бы, приколотили там.
С: - А вот ты, говоришь, это? Хотели тебя же,
потом, на воспитание взять во дворец, во Францию.
Это? Дворец специально во Франции - да?
М: - А, во Франции. Специально приезжали!
С: - И, что дворец специально будет, для воспитания.
Да?
М: - Угу!
С: - А, это Дмитрий не разрешил?
М: - Дмитрий не пустил меня! - Я что без дочери буду.
Одна замуж вышла. Манька. А сейчас и это?
И дети все разбежались. Василий и Яков.
У меня и никого нет кроме Кольки, да Анны.
С: - А, и потом и нельзя ей - да?
М: - И нельзя!
С: - Николай же сказал, что вывозить её нельзя
из страны. Мама?
М: - А?
С: - Мама? Николай же сказал, что вывозить-та её,
тебя из страны нельзя?
М: - Ну!
С: - И они уехали.
М: - А, ежели бы я, уехала бы туда, так я там и жила бы.
С: - Не мучалась бы - да?
М: - А?
С: - Не мучилась!?
М: - Не мучилась! А то, пришлось серпом жать.
Такая-то больная рука. А ведь надо брать рукой.
С: - А вот новый-та, этот повар? Ты с ним тоже,
Что-то ходила поберегу-та. Это уже здесь, возле
дворца наверное?
М: - Но тут мужчина уже был.
С: - Просто гуляли?
М: - Хороший был. С ним меня отпускали. То, что он
меня с рук не опускал. Меня к себе привяжет и…
С: - И тоже, как мальчишка тот, привязывал - да?
М: - Но! И так это я и ходила - прыгаю.
Сколько мне обнов покупала его супруга.
У них не было детей. Они души нечаели во мне.
С: - Но, могли бы, кого-нибудь взять.
М: - Могли бы Маньку взять, хоть взяли бы.
Раз меня нельзя было брать в дети.
С: - Нет. Но, могли бы и там где-то!?
В городе детей-та много беспризорных-та было.
М: - Да, тётя Паша-та жила, у ней, мужа-та не было.
Погибший был. А, у ней же, сын и дочь.
Можно было бы одного взять.
С: - Нет. Но, это тут уже ничего не выйдет.
Но, вообще они же не отдадут.
М: - Дак, в детдоме-та, ведь есть, были дети.
С: - Нет. Но, просто так, видно любили детей,
но вот они тобой и забавлялись?
М: - Но! Они прямо, не знаю.
Всё время мне всё покупали.
С: - А, её? Она, кто была? Жена-та? Как звали?
М: - Её, Аннушка, тоже звали. Ана, Ана.
Я говорить-та не могла, дак: - Ана, всё звала,
Аня. Ха, ха. Язык-то мне перековеркали.
С: - А его?
М: - Ну, а она мне всё время покупала, или платье,
или материалу-то.
С: - Да, куда тебе? Покупать. У тебя там ломились
полки. Нет, вот подарки тебе надо - да?
М: - Подарки!
С: - А, его? Как звали? Повара?
М: - Не помню даже.
С: - Но, самое главное, что вы ходили, гуляли там.
М: - Кажется Николе, его звали.
С: - Опять Николай - да?
М: - Ну! Тоже Николай, Николе.
С: - Тоже Николя.
М: - Николя! Дядя Николя.
С: - И, тот мальчик был Николай и этот.
М: - А, в деревне я Колькой всё время звала своего
брата. Ни стала его звать Николя. И он:
- Не зови меня Николя, я не люблю.
С: - А кто? Какой?
М: - Ну, Николай!
С: - А, этот – мачехин-та?
М: - Ну! - Что это за Николя. Николай и всё.
- А, потом мы с ним вместе ходить стали за рыбой
в Ленинграде-та. Ой, мы всегда помногу ловили
рыбы. Мы тележку брали.
С: - А, повар-та?
М: - У?
С: - С поваром-та?
М: - Нет.
С: - А, уже с этим?
М: - С Колькой, со своим! С родным братом!
Близнецом Алексея Николаевича Романова.
С: - А, уже со своим Колькой - да?
М: - Ну!
С: - Мачехиным - да? Она его воспитывала?
М: - Ну! Мачехи отвезём. К ней, как-то по бережку,
едешь, едешь. А, там мостик начинается.
По мосту хорошо вести на тележке на этой.
И она уже там встречает, а мы на другую дорожку,
и тут остановка. И мы сели. Этот видит, что мы
едем, на втором-та этаже он сидит. И выскакивает,
рыбу заносит. Скажет: - Но езжай, я её провожу.
С: - А, на Кольку?
М: - Нет! И на Кольку!
С: - И на мачеху?
М: - И на солдата.
С: - А, солдат помогал - да?
М: - Да! Но, он же тоже, великий ли был-та тоже,
Колька мачехин. Три года от рождения.
ПОЯСНЕНИЕ
Емельян – Илья Дементьев, на коне подвозил.
Дмитрий – брат-близнец Николая второго.
Колька – брат близнец Алексея Николаевича
Романова. Мачеха – это Демидович Татьяна жена
капитана моряка. Воспитывала брата близнеца Алексея
Николаевича Романова. Звали его Николай Смирнов.
Татьяна Демидович убита в 1931 году в деревне
Кривандино, Федором.
Матушка Императрица Анастасия Николаевна Романова.
Коронована в 1904 г. 21 сентября, когда Николай второй
был на Дальнем Востоке.
Причина коронации?
У Николая второго, был брат-близнец – Дмитрий
Александрович Романов.
Тётя Катя – это жена генерал-губернатора Петрограда,
Ивана Александровича. Был убит во время революции.
Тёти Катина дочь – Катя, была вместо Анастасии
Николаевны Романовой с1906 по Июнь 1910 г.

МОРОЖЕНОЕ
Я была маленькая, сестры мною забавлялись,
как с куклой. Спала вместе с сестрами, дурели,
кидались подушками. Койки узкие железные.
В свою качалку я укладывала спать свои куклы. Я
бегала во дворе, с собачкой Джимми, на палочке верхом,
и всегда навещала второго тятю Дмитрия, на конюшне.
Он мне к палочке приделал колесо, что бы не оставлять
следа на дорожках. Мой любимый конь на конюшне,
это Гнедой. Которого называла Буркой. И он откликался,
кланяясь, и переступал, с ноги на ногу. После такой
прогулки, я шла домой усталая, и от меня пахло собакой
и навозом. Сестры были недовольны этими запахами.
И просили выделить мне отдельную комнату. В новой
комнате - в длинной. Мне было еще больше раздолья.
И собачка оставалась на всю ночь со мной. Это, когда
Алексей родился. Иногда тётя Катя приводила свою дочь
Катьку. Мою сверстницу. И мы вместе дурели.
Гоняясь за собачкой и прячась от нее.
Иногда оба тяти были вместе во дворе, и тогда я бежала
к ним, и просилась на ручки, то к одному, то к другому
и дергала их за усы. Дмитрий был братом близнецом
Николая. И поэтому они были как один. Дмитрий
воспитывался в деревне у Филиппа Филипповича.
Дмитрий служил в армии. Дослужился до трех крестов.
Последняя служба в Москве. Откуда был переведён
конюхом при дворе. А когда опасно, рядился Николаем
вторым, а Николай второй навоз чистил в конюшне…
Ух, как я один раз вырвалась, убежала из дома,
к девочке подружке Ирине. И бежать…
А мать её мороженое везёт продавать. Она: - Ты куда
бежишь? Иринки дома нет. Она у бабушки.
- Я: - Везите меня к бабушке. - Там можно было сесть,
на тележке. - Везите, я Иринку видеть хочу! - Ну, что ж,
пришлось ей, с мороженым, ехать и меня везти.
Она привезла меня к бабушке и там же и продала
мороженое. - Ой, спасибо, что привезли мороженое.
- Да вот из-за этой девушки, говорит, привезла.
- Вот спасибо дочка, ещё приезжай.
- Мне на тарелочку положили мороженое, и мы с Иринкой
ели. Мои сестры, на меня, все говорили:
- Опять эта крестьянка пришла, вся в навозе.
Надо было ей родиться в деревне. Что она здесь
родилась? Опять, вся мокрая, эта мокруша пришла.
- А я пошла - понесла десяток яиц покрасить и сварить,
и стала я выходить на улицу, и поскользнулась, и яички
в платке все разбились, и сама в грязь и в воду упала.
И, иду и плачу. Пришла - помыли меня, и дали мне
новых яиц и платок. И одели, новое платье.
И отвёз меня Илья Дементьев на коне к тете Паше.
Там я и праздновала Пасху. А собака у них большая
черная. Она меня по ночам охраняла.
Почему меня все звери, и домашние животные,
и даже змеи - охраняли? А народ свой - желает зла!
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Writing Smut

Writer's Block: Anti-bullying month

Who is the biggest bully in your life? One response chosen at random will win an Amazon Kindle. [contest details] (sponsored by )
I was bullied a bit my first two years in high school. It was mainly one girl and while it was never physical the emotional bullying was immense and I carried those scars for a while after. I spent way too much time trying to make my bully like me and not enough time making friends with people who would value me and not bring me down. While I don't like the influence my bully had on me those years, I have to admit that it was the biggest bully I had ever dealt with and ever years later I can still see some of those scars in the way I socialize.
BabyDragon

Writer's Block: Shhh… Don’t tell

Do you keep your LiveJournal a secret from someone?
I keep my lj a secret from everyone. FB is all well and good to keep in touch with people but it's grown to include too many people, work friends etc. I don't need them knowing every little thing bout me. I feel like I can't do or post anything that might offend the kiddies. I can't say that I love to read slash because then my homophobic friends get squicked out. For me and probably many others it's easier to truly be myself with an online group of people that I may never meet than with my actual friends. How sad is that.
BabyDragon

Writer's Block: Shhh… Don’t tell

Do you keep your LiveJournal a secret from someone?
I keep my lj a secret from everyone. FB is all well and good to keep in touch with people but it's grown to include too many people, work friends etc. I don't need them knowing every little thing bout me. I feel like I can't do or post anything that might offend the kiddies. I can't say that I love to read slash because then my homophobic friends get squicked out. For me and probably many others it's easier to truly be myself with an online group of people that I may never meet than with my actual friends. How sad is that.

Writer's Block: Shhh… Don’t tell

Do you keep your LiveJournal a secret from someone?
Yes! Everyone. I allude to my livejournal all the time, but when people ask to read it, I simply refuse. It's personal. I know this begs the question then, why are most of my posts public but I do have an answer for that. You see, I like to read random people's livejournals. I thoroughly enjoy it. It's better than reading novels. It's much more honest. Livejournals are great, I have a couple of my favourites bookmarked. I keep my livejournal public because I sincerely hope, that someone out there has mine bookmarked, and they check up on my whenever they're bored. I know it seems unlikely, but that would be really cool.

Not that I ever post anything interesting. My life is so bland.
Misfits: This is Invisible Simon!

Writer's Block: Shhh… Don’t tell

Do you keep your LiveJournal a secret from someone?
Absolutely! Everyone I have on my flist is someone I first met online, and most I have never met face to face. People I interact with regularly in my everyday life get my FB and now my new twitter and tumblr. LJ is my safe haven.

Eff that. It's my secret!
pylos ladies

Writer's Block: Anti-bullying month

I used to be bullied quite a bit in school.  I had few friends, and ate lunch alone.  The kids down the street used to shove garbage into my locker.  They called me names, waited for me after school to rough me up, and left dog poop on my family's porch.  There were several teachers and counselors who belittled me.

I would not revisit my teenage years for anything, because bullying is so much worse now, with the Internet, and a culture that has become even more callous and vicious.  I would not have been able to escape the pain in a world with Facebook and YouTube.  Already suffering from depression, I probably would have become a statistic, one of those unfortunate young people driven to suicide by their peers.  There were days when I did not want to go to school, did not even want to get out of bed in the morning, and, in fact, did stay home whenever I could get away with it. 

When it came time to take the high school senior class picture, I hid in the gym bathroom and cried while the other students gathered on the football field.  I did it again when my dance production group took their picture.  I did not go to the prom and did not even want to attend my own high school graduation.  At best, I did not think anyone cared, and at worst, I was afraid some of the other students would laugh or boo me, as they had done at my junior high graduation. 

That was more than twenty-two years ago, but inside I still resonate from those early days when I was teased.  I do not go out much, or seek intimate relationships.  I have doubts about my abilities, even though I have earned two degrees and can do a great many things, because there has been so much rejection in my life.  I have refused to attend any of my high school reunions.  I have nothing to say to those people.  Bullying is forever.  It replays itself like a digital recording, leaving scars long after the bully retreats, moves away or finds another target, and the physical taunting stops.  Because the bully is always there, like a shadow.
  
A Something Or Other
  • nebris

Writer's Block: Anti-bullying month

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The Corporate State.

"Not a single executive from Morgan Stanley, Bank of America, JP Morgan, Lehman Brothers, AIG, Citibank or Goldman Sachs has gone to jail. Take three seconds and search any of their names with the term “fraud” and you’ll find article after article packed with information about how these companies knowingly cost investors (this country) billions. They cooked books, packaged knowingly toxic loans then sold them as top-shelf product, inflated commodity prices through manipulation and awarded themselves millions in bonuses even after we (taxpayers) bailed them out." ~ Kevin Pereira The Ninety-Nine Percent: My Perspective

Meantime and as a direct result of the above economic meltdown, my monthly Disability has been cut from $907 in Jan '09 to $830 as of this month.

Reading Outdoors

Writer's Block: Shhh… Don’t tell

Do you keep your LiveJournal a secret from someone?


Everyone! For now. This journal is as personal to me as if it were written in a book under lock and key. There's just too much I'm not willing to share with the world yet. Maybe one day I'll open it up, but I'm not sure when that day will be.
flowing

Writer's Block: Anti-bullying month

I used to be bullied quite a bit in school.  I had few friends, and ate lunch alone.  The kids down the street used to shove garbage into my locker.  They called me names, waited for me after school to rough me up, and left dog poop on my family's porch.  There were several teachers and counselors who belittled me, too.

I would not revisit my teenage years for anything, because bullying is so much worse now, with the Internet, and a culture that has become even more callous and vicious.  I would not have been able to escape the pain in a world with Facebook and YouTube.  Already suffering from depression, I probably would have become a statistic, one of those unfortunate young people driven to suicide by their peers.  There were days when I did not want to go to school, did not even want to get out of bed in the morning, and, in fact, did stay home whenever I could get away with it. 

When it came time to take the high school senior class picture, I hid in the gym bathroom and cried while the other students gathered on the football field.  I did it again when my dance production group took their picture.  I did not go to the prom and did not even want to attend my own high school graduation.  At best, I did not think anyone cared, and at worst, I was afraid some of the other students would laugh or boo me, as they had done at my junior high graduation. 

That was more than twenty-two years ago, but inside I still resonate from those early days when I was teased.  I do not go out much, or seek intimate relationships.  I have doubts about my abilities, even though I have earned two degrees and can do a great many things, because there has been so much rejection in my life.  I have refused to attend any of my high school reunions.  I have nothing to say to those people.  Bullying is forever.  It replays itself like a digital recording, leaving scars long after the bully retreats, moves away or finds another target, and the physical taunting stops.  Because the bully is always there, like a shadow.
  

Writer's Block: Anti-bullying month

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The government.

They take a cut of what we earn, what we buy, what we own and, in some cases, what we do. They choose what information we're allowed access to. They impose rules on us while ignoring the rules we've set for them. They do what they want, despite what we want, and they do it in our name.

This is not how it was supposed to be.

Вопрос дня: Подделки

Почему люди покупают подделки? Глупость или жадность?
глупость- это надпись на груди большими буквами Дольче Габбана,)) кошелёк Прада в руках с грязными ногтями, платок Гуччи поверх дутика из Черкизона, и Молескин с ошибкой на обложке!))) (самое страшное верить, что это оригинал )
а так-то , все мы сидим за китайскими компами, носим китайские вещи , привезённые из Италии, главное чтоб до маразма не дошло. 
а если специально подделку купить, то думаю это может и не жадность, а экономия. главное , чтоб до маразма не дошло))
ну не платят нам столько денег, сколько всё это стоит, можно конечно купить сумку и потом завещать чтоб тебя в ней и похоронили)))) да и гарантии того что вы купите оригинал тоже нет(((( это самое печальное!!!

Writer's Block: Anti-bullying month

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I don't really have any bullies in my life. I realize this question is probably referring to something akin to schoolyard bullying, but I really kind of wish I had someone "bullying" me into writing more. My best friends tries by asking every few days "how's the writing coming?" but he's got his own stuff going on now and that pressure has really eased up.

Really, I wish I could "bully" myself into writing more. I know this is an old song I'm singing, but I'm at a point in my life where I'm almost too comfortable and that lack of adversity hasn't given me the drive to produce content like I used to in college and high school. I'd ideally like to be creating something new at least monthly but I get so caught up in other things and months will pas by before I realize it's gotten away from me.

I'm working on a book right now with my best friend, based on a web series that became ultimately too complicated and expensive to produce. Ive made some headway, but after a few days I got distracted and there was just too much Star Trek to watch on Netflx, if you know what I mean. Ideally I'd like to start making some regular progress on the book and try and get some basic web series off the ground- nothing too complicated, just something to stretch my production muscles that have really started to atrophy.

Is this post off-topic? You betcha. Was it ultimately useful for me to write? Methinks.

Вопрос дня: Подделки

Почему люди покупают подделки? Глупость или жадность?
Это только в России так. Глупость жуткая. Покупают кавалли и армани, ходят как стремные китайские  копии друг друга. Сумку LV нацепила и айда в маршрутку!)))Лучше богнер купить и счастливо его носить) Его хоть не подделывают)

Writer's Block: Shhh… Don’t tell

Do you keep your LiveJournal a secret from someone?
The only time I'm unlikely to mention LJ is in work related situations. If I'm asked about social media in job interviews, I tell them I use Twitter, but not FB. On Twitter, I'm mostly posting about the cat, sports, the weather & food. Subjects I'd discuss with coworkers, anyway.

Writer's Block: Anti-bullying month

My biggest bully is my soon to be ex-husband. His constant insecurity and obsession with all things conspiratorial made surviving doubtful. I had to account for every mile I drove, every dime I spent, every phone call I made, and every minute he did not have my undivided attention. Although I made more money than he did and worked just as many hours as he did I was expected to maintain a spotless house, raise our daughter, do all cooking, laundry, as well as keep track of his schedule. Any time that some perceived mistake on my part occurred or if he mismanaged the finances it was my fault for ruining his life. These mistakes often would result in corrective behavior 'talks' (read: screaming, threatening, humiliating, terrifying...). Each talk became louder, nastier, more volatile and more dangerous. My husband is 6'1" and 380 pounds. I am 5'5" and 200 pounds. The day he pinned me to the floor as I cowered over our 3 year old was the day it went too far. I left a week later (I had to wait until pay day, I cleaned out our account). I loaded my car as soon as he left for his shift, picked up our daughter and drove as fast as I could. I was three states away by the end of his shift 12 hours later...Now I wait for our divorce to be final...I am 1700 miles away and will never go back!
hello world

Writer's Block: Anti-bullying month

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The biggest bully in my life is my own mind. It takes the smallest most insignificant negative vibes put off by others... and morphs and grotesquely transforms them into an attack against me. But it's all imagined in my head. A simple talking out sets the record straight... but... the damage is still done.

This is a post-it to myself to keeps this fact in my mind... That not all my bullies are real ones, and taking the time to be more discerning and truthful with myself... Can chase a lot of those imagines brutes away.
rescuelorne

Writer's Block: Anti-bullying month

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To be honest I used to get bullied a lot. It started when I was very young, always different people. At first it was the girl down the street--she was older, prettier and therefore thought that the other girls shouldn't play with me. I took it hard as I was ever the nice, happy child that ran around and played with anyone who would take me. It stopped for a while and I didn't have to worry, not until I was just beginning Middle School. I rode the bus with a boy from down the road (who just happened to be the girl bully's younger brother), he was older than me and figured that a little girl would be an easy target. I remember him telling me I should wear a bag over my head. He harassed me everyday to and from school on the bus. It got so bad that I would come home crying and frustrated, trying to express my hurt to my mum. Eventually I told the bus driver what was happening and he sat us down and made sure that the boy would stop. My mum was relieved that I had told someone, as I had wanted to deal with it myself and forbade her from telling anyone or helping me.

Then High School hit. I was bullied by four people: two girls from my class at separate times, a boy from a class above mine and perhaps the worst was the Principal. One of the girls had it out for me from the get-go; I was new to the area and she obviously had insecurities the size of a small country. She finally found out that I was bisexual and made some horrible comments about me and then alluded to me wanting to be incestuous with my cousin all because I said her senior portrait was pretty. Needless to say I didn't take that well, but I let it go and let her sound stupid. She eventually grew out of it. The other girl from my year also bullied me about being bisexual. She hung out with a lesbian, but that didn't seem to matter--she just called me disgusting and flailed about, telling me not to get anywhere near her, that it might be catching. I was astonished by her behaviour and told her how immature she was being, but left it at that. She eventually gave up as well. The boy from a few grades above me didn't like me for who knows what reason. He just didn't like anyone, I think, and saw others picking on me and joined in. It wasn't anything specific, he just liked to put me down a lot and call me a freak. I shrugged him off as I didn't know him all that well and besides, he didn't say anything that was any worse than anyone else.

As for the Principal, well he had it out for me since Freshman year--the first year I attended my High School. It started with him holding back my bus because someone threw a piece of paper out the window. No one fessed up, and before you ask: no, it wasn't me. My bus was running late and my Mum became worried and so called the school. The Principal conveniently forgot that he'd held my bus back and immediately said that it wasn't his fault and I had a boyfriend, didn't I? So clearly I'd run off with him. When I arrived at home my Mum asked what had happened and I told her that the Principal had held the bus back because of some littering. She called him back and asked him about it. He tried to act like it had just slipped his mind and he couldn't be held accountable anyway because I was on the bus at that point--I was out of his hands. Legally speaking, I wasn't. My Mum was furious and told him what was what. Well, that painted me as his target for the next two years. It was little things: I shouldn't lay down on the benches in the hall; take my hat off; that shirt doesn't meet the dress code--all of which weren't breaking rules, by the way! We were aloud to wear hats, my shirts did meet the dress code and there was nothing about not laying on the benches. I tried to shrug him off, but then I started getting mouthy. Things escalated and he started harassing me about little things every day. Ridiculous things, even. Finally I told my Mum I couldn't take it. She somehow fixed things so that the French teacher (whom I loved) was the one to deal with my discipline. There seemed to be no more problem with me, overnight.

However, I haven't really answered the question. Who is the biggest bully in my life? Out of all of these possibilities I would actually not say the Principal, because as much as he was the one with the most power behind him, he didn't leave a mark on me the way the boy in Middle School did. The Principal, I feel got what was coming to him when he was caught smoking pot with some students and was fired. But I never got a resolution or any sense of closure with the Middle School boy. He also hurt me the most--I was too young to be hurt for too long, to remember the pain from his older sister. He hurt, though. He was mean and I remember the pain I was in. I remember the humiliation. I don't wish that upon anyone.
Blue Jen

Writer's Block: Anti-bullying month

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Honestly, I think the biggest bully in my life is my Dad. He doesn't realize it, and he doesn't do it intentionally, but the pressure of living up to his expectations and the weight of his constant judgement of my actions really makes me feel inadequate.
Rainbow Me

Writer's Block: Anti-bullying month

It's hard to pick just.. one bully from my lifetime. Being short, fat, poor and a semi-outsider made it easy for many bullies to poke their fun at me. I can never focus a single name.. or act. After a while all bullies are alike. It doesn't matter their method.. be it swirlies in the bathroom.. stealing lunch money.. starting rumors.. fights on the playground. It all boils down to them screaming "I'm better then you and I want recognition for that"

Bullies are just damaged people that come from violent home lives. they have no control at home.. so they take it at school, usually on younger or smaller classmates. As a victim of bullying, I can admit I still bear the scars well into my adult life. I've learned how to take insults and personal attacks with a touch of humor and letting it roll off my back. I just regret now that I didn't learn these skills as a little crying girl on the playground. I think my school days would of been much more pleasant had i possessed much thicker skin back then.

Peace Out
golf course, golf trip, father and son

Writer's Block: Anti-bullying month

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I think the biggest bully in my life is my fear.

I always make up some scary things or monsters in front of myself and most of time, I could not get through the made-up fear. I could not do things or think.

I was very angry with myself for keeping doing this but I just can't let it go.

I don't know what I am fear for and why I have to make up those monsters.

Well, maybe the best way is to leave it as the way they are or things will get worse.




P.S.: If you are looking for Taylor Made drivers, you are welcome to GolfWorld118.com.
Diesel

Writer's Block: Anti-bullying month

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“Was” is the word for me. It was my father. I won’t go into detail, but let’s just say that everything just went downhill after that and I never recovered. What I can say is the last time he told me that I couldn’t do something was when I was nineteen and attempting to get into the very same college that I’m now attending online classes for now, that I had no help in applying for, that I didn’t have to try to beg him for money for.

Can’t do it… And that out of a man that lost his temper if I said I couldn’t do something.
Timothy

Writer's Block: Anti-bullying month

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I've written pretty extensively about the bullies in my life - A Depressing Story (To the Bullies Of My Childhood) -but ifI were asked to pick the biggest bully I talked about in there? Probably the clique of girls from elementary school. They seemed to make it their life's goal to pick apart anything about me that deviated from the norm to use as a source of merriment to themselves. My attempts to defend myself by explaining only generated more laughter, teasing, and ostracization. And it's very difficult to explain to the teacher, particularly when you're a child, that these girls were making one so very miserable. They were not doing anything particularly obvious, no throwing things at me, no obvious pranks, no nicknames, no shoving or hitting, but instead were simply picking me apart every chance they got. It was, from an adult perspective, psychological warfare. Though I had other bullies later in life, these girls were the ones that knocked out any foundation of strong self-esteem, that cemented me in the minds of my classmates (whom would also attend my intermediate and high schools) as being odd, not worth talking to, someone who could be easily made to cry if you felt the need for a target and safely ignored otherwise as she would not fight back.

Bullying may be seen more prominently (or spoken about more extensively) in junior high and high schools, but believe me, it starts a hell of a lot earlier, and lays the foundation for everything that follows.
GemsFriends.ru

Вопрос дня: Подделки

В глубине души верят в сказки или мечтают найти клад :) Большинство тех, кто покупает подделки, всячески избегают ситуации экспертизы, даже для себя. Некая легенда про "чудесным образом приобретенное" сокровище им приятнее, чем правда. По крайней мере, с драгоценными камнями, очень много таких случаев.
Sometimes we all need a little comfort
  • katt30

Writer's Block: Anti-bullying month

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My biggest bully growing up wasn't just one person. But multiple people. Through middle school and all the way through high school. I had no friends outside of some of the security guards and a lunch lady.

I've had everything done to me:

Gum in my hair
Name calling
Food thrown at me
Being tripped
Pens/Pencils/other stuff stolen right out of my hands
Pins put in my seat
Poked in the back with a pen/pencil
I've even had vulgar things written in my year books

What made it worse that other kids would witness these things, and yet do absolutely NOTHING to help, not even offering to help me up when I tripped. I'd report them to teachers(or the guards), and the they either stopped for a day or two and then continued. Or for some stupid reason the teachers would side with them.

They always said 'Ignore them! They'll stop'. That is the biggest load of bull shit. I ignored them, all the time. It never stopped.

Honestly, recent school massacres have made me wonder how on earth I didn't wind up snapping like that. But I guess I'm just too much of a decent person.

Writer's Block: Anti-bullying month

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When I was in grade school, there was this girl, Melanie Harrisson.  She was the meanest person.  I was fat in grade school, and had glasses, and she made sure I knew that she thought I was fat, and ugly.  One time she asked me how I could be fat and flat at the same time.  She also told me I had an ugly smile.  That one stuck with me for years and years. 
Then in high school, I heard she had been drinking and driving, and was in an accident, killing her sister's best friend and getting herself in a coma.  Maybe 5-7 yrs ago, she was drinking and driving AGAIN, got into another accident, and finally got herself killed.
  • mk_90_1

Вопрос дня: Подделки

Почему люди покупают подделки? Глупость или жадность?
Я себе так мыслю- если специально покупают подделку дорогого бренда, да еще и выдают за оригинал, то это понты дешевые. Только не все так просто. У нас зачастую в очень солидных магазинах и по цене оригинала продаются подделки. Так , что я бы перефразировал вопрос в том смысле почему люди продают, а не покупают подделки, и в таком свете ответ, по моему, очевиден. 
В тайланд

Вопрос дня: Подделки

Почему люди покупают подделки? Глупость или жадность?
Да потому что на фиг нужны эти наценки за имя и переплата денег - когда на самом деле себестоимость изделия - копейки... Я живу в Тайланде, рядом китай, вьетнам... Здесь бренды вообще никому ненужны. Все все скупают и отправляют в нашу Рашу.)))))))) Понтуются на родине, здесь все приобретают человеческое лицо. www.mykompas.ru
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Writer's Block: Anti-bullying month

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Currently there are none, thank goodness! Though I can't say that in my life I've never been through some sort of bullying, none in middle school or elementary school. I went to a private school since kindergarten through eighth grade. Mostly they didn't tolerate it, and actually treating everyone nice since it was such a small school. Everyone was friends with one another. That's why High school was a bit of a different story. Going to public was a bit scary and intimidating, a few friends from the private school I went to went to the same school as me. Which was a relief it was a little less scary, but that didn't stop people from poking fun at the little things at people. It was honestly disgusting.

Of course there were the girls and guys that had to make the few statements, of things about me that really hurt. It was never as bad though as how some of the kids treated other people, it made me wonder how on earth people like this could exist. I wanted to go back in the safe house of middle school, but eventually I managed to get over it.  I never had a computer till close to my junior year in high school, so I was never involved with cyber bullying that some kids went through. I don't know the whole bullying thing will never go away, till everyone learns to straight themselves out. It'll get better though, I think it's gotten worse but it's got to get worse to get better. 

Writer's Block: Anti-bullying month

my initial knee-jerk response was a short laugh and "my mother!" even though she cloaks in the guise of "I'm just thinking about what's best for you!"

but almost immediately I realized the biggest bully in my life is really me - no one knocks me more than I do myself. My mom gets an exasperated "Mom, I'm 47" when she's at her worst, but I never have a killer cutdown for the nasty little voice in the back of my head (and now it's saying, yeah, cuz you're a wimp!  ;-p )

;)

Welcome to the world, dear new born blog :D

What a perfect writer's block question of the day Livejournal has :D 

Yes. This is my secret blog. At least for the moment.  :)

On why this has to be a secret is that I've always wanted to have an open and honest blog, a place where I could pour my thoughts, ideas, (and all that jazz XD) but whenever I told even just one single soul from my real-life, I ended up locking all my entries and deleting the blog.

Seems that I wasn't ready to parade my thoughts for everyone to see.  At least not if they know it's me :p  And definitely not now. 

Do you keep your LiveJournal a secret from someone?
The purpose of this LJ is to overcome my writer's block, to motivate me to write regularly, to learn better english, to make friends, and hopefully to finally finish my stories.

Let's just hope this new born blog would fill if not all, then at least some of its purpose of being :p

To you who come across this exact words, Hi there :)  How you doin'?  *flash you a tribbiani smile*  :D