Something people seem to compliment you the most on.
This is a toughie too, there is a fine line between saying what people like about you and just plain old bragging. Do I talk about compliments regarding a physical attribute or compliments about other things? So I will do one of each.
The main compliment I get in real life is that I have nice eyes and I am witty.
The main compliment I get in SL is that I have great style and er well witty.
Quick and as painless as I could make it.
Tuesday, 30 November 2010
30days of truth-Day 10
I am feeling less than great at the moment anyway moving swiftly on.
Into double digits I am sooooo far behind on this challenge now. I am pulling a double (or treble, depending on how by brain holds up)
Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn't know.
I am struggling to think of someone who is in my life that I don't want there.
I have no problem removing people from my life when it's called for. If they don't belong there for whatever reason they are gone. I have been called single minded and callous on several occasions.
This is not the most endearing facet of my personality but it is what it is.
With very few exceptions, I don't regret meeting the people who have passed in and out of my life.
I am undecided about how prudent including the next paragraph is, but this is 30 days of truth so it will stay for now.
One of the exceptions is someone I don't know. I met this person once and I wish with every inch of my being that I had never laid eyes on him and yes I am desperate to forget he ever existed.
Into double digits I am sooooo far behind on this challenge now. I am pulling a double (or treble, depending on how by brain holds up)
Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn't know.
I am struggling to think of someone who is in my life that I don't want there.
I have no problem removing people from my life when it's called for. If they don't belong there for whatever reason they are gone. I have been called single minded and callous on several occasions.
This is not the most endearing facet of my personality but it is what it is.
With very few exceptions, I don't regret meeting the people who have passed in and out of my life.
I am undecided about how prudent including the next paragraph is, but this is 30 days of truth so it will stay for now.
One of the exceptions is someone I don't know. I met this person once and I wish with every inch of my being that I had never laid eyes on him and yes I am desperate to forget he ever existed.
30days of truth-day 9
Someone you did not want to let go, but just drifted.
There have been too many people in my life who I never wanted to let go. But for one reason or another I drifted away from, or they drifted away from me.
There are lots of reasons we let people we love and care about drift away from us and no definitive answer as to why.
Our lives are in a constant state of flux, people change, lives change, the common bond that drew you to a person may no longer be there for one or the other of you.
Time! I always think there is more time, I will ring/go see them.... later, tomorrow, definitely next week, when I am less busy, when they are less busy, when the kids go back to school, after my vacation, at Christmas, for sure to wish them Happy New Year....the list is endless and as the saying goes 'The road to hell is paved with good intentions'
It's part of the human condition, we drift away from people because we are lazy and self centered and assume that the friendship or relationship will tick along as it is, was with no effort on our parts.
Do I miss some of my 'drifted' people? Yep! Will I ever let it happen again? Probably so.
There have been too many people in my life who I never wanted to let go. But for one reason or another I drifted away from, or they drifted away from me.
There are lots of reasons we let people we love and care about drift away from us and no definitive answer as to why.
Our lives are in a constant state of flux, people change, lives change, the common bond that drew you to a person may no longer be there for one or the other of you.
Time! I always think there is more time, I will ring/go see them.... later, tomorrow, definitely next week, when I am less busy, when they are less busy, when the kids go back to school, after my vacation, at Christmas, for sure to wish them Happy New Year....the list is endless and as the saying goes 'The road to hell is paved with good intentions'
It's part of the human condition, we drift away from people because we are lazy and self centered and assume that the friendship or relationship will tick along as it is, was with no effort on our parts.
Do I miss some of my 'drifted' people? Yep! Will I ever let it happen again? Probably so.
Monday, 29 November 2010
30days of truth-day 8
I have really had to think about day 8. There have been a few people, who at the time I considered were making my life hell, looking back I see now that they weren't they were just giving me a hard time.
There was one person who kept coming back to mind, who at the time set out to humiliate and upset me and generally send my life to hell in a hand basket.
He was a teacher who taught me French when I was 12 years old, he detested me from the moment he laid eyes on me.
In my first year of senior school I was a bright eager little thing who enjoyed her lessons particularly learning to speak another language ( I think it may have helped that I had a little crush on the tall dark and adorable French teacher) subsequently I tried really hard and came top of the class in my end of year exams.
My second year of senior school started and the pupils were moved from mixed ability classes to ability based groups and as I had done well in the French exam I was put into the top group.
When the first class of the new term started I noticed it was full of children who I didn't know well and I felt vulnerable and unsure of myself. Mr Phipps (yes I will name and shame you) came into the class and my trip to hell began.
Our first task was to tell the class in English what we had done that summer (and for homework write it out in French). The furthest I had been that summer was my grandmothers house(divorce x no money + mum at work = no vacation to write about). Joy oh joy he chose me to go first. I innocently started to tell him about my summer holidays and how I had gone on bike rides with my brother, gone to see my grandmother, the look of distaste on his face was so evident I thought I had misunderstood what he had wanted me to talk about.
He cut me off after about 5 minutes of talking and said 'Let us move on to someone who actually had a summer break this year' I didn't know what I had done wrong. Most of the other children in the class then went on to talk about going to France or Spain etc. during the school break
It was downhill from there, he would single me out to speak in French and then belittle my pronunciation and accent, my homework was ripped apart and covered in the dreaded teachers red pen comments, he often reduced me to tears and wouldn't let me go to the bathroom to wipe my face or dry my eyes. I remember sitting with my head on the desk crying.
I really do believe he delighted in humiliating me in front of the class. I think he disliked me simply because I was not part of a 'go abroad type family with a mummy and a daddy'.
This went on for the full school year. The year end exams rolled round again and le diable was not there, he had had to go into hospital or something (my voodoo doll must have worked ) another teacher came in to moderate the spoken part of the french exam.
Surprisingly I did quite well again. The results were given to us on the last week of the school term by which time my tormentor was back.
He read out the results and said to the whole class "coming fifth from top this year is........... and laughed giving the class a knowing smile he added "maybe we should ask for a recount eh class, as this can't be right now can it?"
I would like to say that he apologised profusely for doubting my intelligence and that the year ended on a concilliatory tone but alas it did not.
The following year I was not in his class and things returned to normal for me but I will never forget how he made my life a total hell that year.
If your still out there, still torturing young girls RETIRE!
There was one person who kept coming back to mind, who at the time set out to humiliate and upset me and generally send my life to hell in a hand basket.
He was a teacher who taught me French when I was 12 years old, he detested me from the moment he laid eyes on me.
In my first year of senior school I was a bright eager little thing who enjoyed her lessons particularly learning to speak another language ( I think it may have helped that I had a little crush on the tall dark and adorable French teacher) subsequently I tried really hard and came top of the class in my end of year exams.
My second year of senior school started and the pupils were moved from mixed ability classes to ability based groups and as I had done well in the French exam I was put into the top group.
When the first class of the new term started I noticed it was full of children who I didn't know well and I felt vulnerable and unsure of myself. Mr Phipps (yes I will name and shame you) came into the class and my trip to hell began.
Our first task was to tell the class in English what we had done that summer (and for homework write it out in French). The furthest I had been that summer was my grandmothers house(divorce x no money + mum at work = no vacation to write about). Joy oh joy he chose me to go first. I innocently started to tell him about my summer holidays and how I had gone on bike rides with my brother, gone to see my grandmother, the look of distaste on his face was so evident I thought I had misunderstood what he had wanted me to talk about.
He cut me off after about 5 minutes of talking and said 'Let us move on to someone who actually had a summer break this year' I didn't know what I had done wrong. Most of the other children in the class then went on to talk about going to France or Spain etc. during the school break
It was downhill from there, he would single me out to speak in French and then belittle my pronunciation and accent, my homework was ripped apart and covered in the dreaded teachers red pen comments, he often reduced me to tears and wouldn't let me go to the bathroom to wipe my face or dry my eyes. I remember sitting with my head on the desk crying.
I really do believe he delighted in humiliating me in front of the class. I think he disliked me simply because I was not part of a 'go abroad type family with a mummy and a daddy'.
This went on for the full school year. The year end exams rolled round again and le diable was not there, he had had to go into hospital or something (my voodoo doll must have worked ) another teacher came in to moderate the spoken part of the french exam.
Surprisingly I did quite well again. The results were given to us on the last week of the school term by which time my tormentor was back.
He read out the results and said to the whole class "coming fifth from top this year is...........
I would like to say that he apologised profusely for doubting my intelligence and that the year ended on a concilliatory tone but alas it did not.
The following year I was not in his class and things returned to normal for me but I will never forget how he made my life a total hell that year.
If your still out there, still torturing young girls RETIRE!
Saturday, 27 November 2010
30days of truth-day 7
I am falling behind on this challenge and don't want to, so without further ado here is day 7, 'Someone who has made your life worth living for '
It's a no brainer, the person who made my life worth living and continues to do so on a daily basis is my one and only son.
Indulge me and I will give you a little back story.
I was only 18 when I became pregnant and not to mince words I was verrrrrry shocked, blame this on the contraceptive pill and anti-biotics, nobody told me that one actually cancels out the other.
I remember the moment he was conceived- yeah I know it sounds strange but I really do. It was one of those morning romps (don't worry it wont get anymore graphic than that) and afterwards I remember thinking hmm what just happened there? I felt all glowy and off balance.
Fast forward three weeks and something that should have arrived didn't. Panic set in, what the heck was I going to do with a baby? I didn't like babies, I liked being with my bf and shopping for clothes and going clubbing. Two more months ticked by of denial and thoughts of oh it's not true, I am just tired/stressed/insane/not pregnant..but indeed I was.
Once the initial shock had worn off I watched in fascination as my bump grew but I felt somehow detached from it, yes! I was pregnant but it seemed to be happening to someone else. At about 7 months I had a scare and was taken into hospital, it was then I knew just how much I loved this baby and how desperate I was to meet him/her.
Finally the day came and he was born, they wiped him off and put him on my chest his eyes were wide open and looking at me. I recognised him and fell instantly in love with that tiny little person- that was my boy, my son my everything.
Every day is a blessing with my son he warms my heart with his smiles, he makes me laugh so much, it's why I get up in a morning why I go to work to give him everything I never had, my heart beats in rhythm with his.
This child changed my life, made me a better person, someone I could love unconditionally and who loved me back in return, he is an amazing boy and I love him, so thank you 'J' for choosing me to be your mum.
It's a no brainer, the person who made my life worth living and continues to do so on a daily basis is my one and only son.
Indulge me and I will give you a little back story.
I was only 18 when I became pregnant and not to mince words I was verrrrrry shocked, blame this on the contraceptive pill and anti-biotics, nobody told me that one actually cancels out the other.
I remember the moment he was conceived- yeah I know it sounds strange but I really do. It was one of those morning romps (don't worry it wont get anymore graphic than that) and afterwards I remember thinking hmm what just happened there? I felt all glowy and off balance.
Fast forward three weeks and something that should have arrived didn't. Panic set in, what the heck was I going to do with a baby? I didn't like babies, I liked being with my bf and shopping for clothes and going clubbing. Two more months ticked by of denial and thoughts of oh it's not true, I am just tired/stressed/insane/not pregnant..but indeed I was.
Once the initial shock had worn off I watched in fascination as my bump grew but I felt somehow detached from it, yes! I was pregnant but it seemed to be happening to someone else. At about 7 months I had a scare and was taken into hospital, it was then I knew just how much I loved this baby and how desperate I was to meet him/her.
Finally the day came and he was born, they wiped him off and put him on my chest his eyes were wide open and looking at me. I recognised him and fell instantly in love with that tiny little person- that was my boy, my son my everything.
Every day is a blessing with my son he warms my heart with his smiles, he makes me laugh so much, it's why I get up in a morning why I go to work to give him everything I never had, my heart beats in rhythm with his.
This child changed my life, made me a better person, someone I could love unconditionally and who loved me back in return, he is an amazing boy and I love him, so thank you 'J' for choosing me to be your mum.
Wednesday, 24 November 2010
3 years and counting.
That's Asia looking fabulous in December 2007 at PhatCatsToday 24th November 2010 is my third rez day.
I have been reflecting about my time in Second Life, no great insights or wise words I am sorry to say. So instead I am going to write a mini Asia bio.
Asia is technically my alt. My first avatar crashed into SL in July 2007. I made Asia, because at the time I was being semi hassled (babies first stalker :p) by some random bloke and I also thought I was an expert avatar maker at this point (ah the young... so confident so..... FULL OF IT) and I wanted to try to make another avi. The idea was that I would delete my first avatar and just bring Asia to SL.
I thought the name Asia Romano was just cute now I get asked, Are you Asian? nope!, Are you Italian? again nope!
This idea went the same way as most of my brilliant and cunning plans-nowhere! I periodically dusted Ms Romano off and let her out of her darkened room for a while but I remained tied into my first avatar (not telling you her name).
Close friends knew Asia was not my main girl, and had both my main and Asia in their friends list.
In September 2009 I had a parting of the ways with my then SL partner and I didn't come to SL for a while, when I returned I found I was not comfortable with my main (still not giving you a name) so I pulled Asia out again, gave her a tic bath, cut her toenails and reintroduced her to the big wide world.
As the months went by I tried a couple of times (yesterday being the last time) to bring my original girl into SL and it doesn't feel right anymore. I will never delete Ms July 2007 but at this point I can't ever see me going back to her either.
Asia is me now and long may she remain so, I like her she is a sassy girl.
A couple of lines to say Thank you to the people who have been with me for parts of my SL journey in no particular order: (real names used in some cases to protect the innocent lol)
- Greenie (my honey bunny)
- Spirit
- Barney
- Flicky
- Liam
- Mich
- Dylan
- Steve
- Rob
- Night
- Lee
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