Have you ever seen a Japanese geisha doll before? Do you wish that you could have one? Would you like to get one or many but you don't know where to find them?
Well I will show you the ropes on how to find and enjoy Japanese geisha dolls that won't blow your billys.
There are so many geisha dolls to choose from! Geisha dolls in blue print silk kimonos that have two fans as though she is doing a fan dance. Dolls in Chinese red kimonos that have parasols. Dolls in gold kimonos that have a traditional drum. Dolls in black print kimonos in glass cases that have a Japanese lantern. Dolls in glass cases doing a traditional geisha dance.
Japanese geisha dolls can be sold for as low priced as $9.99 through $29.99 whole sale.
Where can you get these gems? Online. Just google it or yahoo it or bing it and type "Japanese geisha dolls for sale." Click search. Right before your very eyes, many, many geisha dolls will pop up and you can pick out what you want. Strapped for cash? Just type "Japanese geisha dolls for sale whole sale." There, you can pick what you want. They also have geisha dolls in Asian and Japanese gift stores. China Town has them also if you have a China Town in your area.
Geisha dolls can brighten up any room. If you have one, put it on your dresser or on an end table with cherry blossoms. Beautiful! If you have many geisha dolls, why not scatter them around your home? You can put one in your bed room, some in your living room and some on top of your entertainment center if you have one. Or you can put them all together. You decide.
Japanese geisha dolls attract a lot of visitors and are deeply looked at and admired.
So start today!
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
The Day That I Wiped Out On The Go Cart
It was a beautiful day in late September, where the weather was not too hot or too cold and all was thick and rich.
My husband and I were at a friend of a friend's birthday party. His name was Paul and he had a great personality and he was easy going and clean cut.
We had a blast, my husband and I. There were hamburgers. Crunchies. Birthday cake. I stuffed myself with them all.
Then, Paul brought out the go carts, so people could ride on them.
I just love go carting. It is so much fun. You can drive them around at any speed that you want. Ideal for people who doesn't have a car like me. Go carting was my favorite thing to do until................
I kept thinking to myself, 'I want to go. I want to go.' But a little voice in my head said, 'No, no no!' My husband kept urging me to go, but that little voice in my head said, 'no. Don't.'
But my love for go carting won, so I decided to give it a go. So Paul strapped me in and off I went. Vrooooom, Vroooooom, Vrooooooom! Went the engine. At first I was doing fine, manipulating the car around the area but then it happened. I lost control of the cart. Vrooooom, Vroooooom, Vroooooom! Went the engine as I crashed through a fence and crashed into a tree. I wasn't hurt, thank the Lord, but I had burrs all over me. People including my husband, came to my rescue. Luckily, Paul understood and I didn't have to pay for the fence or the go cart.
And after that horrific day, I never went on a go cart again!
My husband and I were at a friend of a friend's birthday party. His name was Paul and he had a great personality and he was easy going and clean cut.
We had a blast, my husband and I. There were hamburgers. Crunchies. Birthday cake. I stuffed myself with them all.
Then, Paul brought out the go carts, so people could ride on them.
I just love go carting. It is so much fun. You can drive them around at any speed that you want. Ideal for people who doesn't have a car like me. Go carting was my favorite thing to do until................
I kept thinking to myself, 'I want to go. I want to go.' But a little voice in my head said, 'No, no no!' My husband kept urging me to go, but that little voice in my head said, 'no. Don't.'
But my love for go carting won, so I decided to give it a go. So Paul strapped me in and off I went. Vrooooom, Vroooooom, Vrooooooom! Went the engine. At first I was doing fine, manipulating the car around the area but then it happened. I lost control of the cart. Vrooooom, Vroooooom, Vroooooom! Went the engine as I crashed through a fence and crashed into a tree. I wasn't hurt, thank the Lord, but I had burrs all over me. People including my husband, came to my rescue. Luckily, Paul understood and I didn't have to pay for the fence or the go cart.
And after that horrific day, I never went on a go cart again!
Japanese Doll (Poem)
Tiny gracious beautiful lady
Seven inches tall
Wrapped in a red silk kimono
And real jet black hair
Her black glass eyes seem to sparkle
At the slightest moment of hapiness
Seven inches tall
Wrapped in a red silk kimono
And real jet black hair
Her black glass eyes seem to sparkle
At the slightest moment of hapiness
Friday, March 21, 2014
Green Tea Flavored Jello (Recipe)
Take one cup of strong brewed green tea.
Add one packet of plain gelatin.
Add sugar.
Put it in the fridge until firm.
Spice it up with whipped cream (optional)
Enjoy!
Makes one serving.
Add one packet of plain gelatin.
Add sugar.
Put it in the fridge until firm.
Spice it up with whipped cream (optional)
Enjoy!
Makes one serving.
Coffee Flavored Jello (Recipe)
Take 1 cup of brewed coffee.
Add a packet of plain gelatin.
Add sugar.
Stir.
Put it in the fridge until firm.
Spice it up with whipped cream.
Enjoy!
Makes one serving.
Add a packet of plain gelatin.
Add sugar.
Stir.
Put it in the fridge until firm.
Spice it up with whipped cream.
Enjoy!
Makes one serving.
Thursday, March 20, 2014
Fashion and Beauty For 2014
Hi Gals,
Spring is here and summer is taking a turn. The 70s look is back! I will show you the latest fashions, makeup looks, shoes and hand bags! Ready?
Clothes! Mini dresses waist huggers. Mini dresses non waist huggers. Shirt waist dresses knee length. Hip hugger evening gowns. Hip hugger evening gowns with a side slit. Evening and or prom gowns which are not waist huggers. Knee length hip hugger skirts. And of course, blue jeans! Bold colors are in this year. Floral prints are also in!
As far as make up is concerned, the smoky look is in. Lots of mascara, lots of black eyeliner on the upper and lower lids. Followed by light glitter eye shadow on the lids and the crease and brow bones. For an ultra smoky look, wear lots of black eyes shadow on the lids only and black eye shadow on the lower lids. The winged eye shadow is in these days so when you put on eye makeup, be sure to extend your eye shadow and eyeliner past your eyes like Cleopatra.
Mineral powder is also in. Not only does it cover up your flaws, it is also good for your skin! Blend the powder with a kabuki brush found at Wallgreens or CVS stores. You can also find a kabuki brush at drug stores and cosmetic stores. Kabuki brushes gives you a polished professional look. Blush should be your color. Blend it in until it is transparent!
Lipstick this year is darker and berry colored!
Shoes this year are five inch stiletto heels and also strappy sandals are in.
Hand bags that are in, is the short strap hand carrying purse. Also clutch purses are in.
Jewelry is bold. Heavy earrings, heavy bracelets and heavy necklaces are in.
So start shopping and get going!
Spring is here and summer is taking a turn. The 70s look is back! I will show you the latest fashions, makeup looks, shoes and hand bags! Ready?
Clothes! Mini dresses waist huggers. Mini dresses non waist huggers. Shirt waist dresses knee length. Hip hugger evening gowns. Hip hugger evening gowns with a side slit. Evening and or prom gowns which are not waist huggers. Knee length hip hugger skirts. And of course, blue jeans! Bold colors are in this year. Floral prints are also in!
As far as make up is concerned, the smoky look is in. Lots of mascara, lots of black eyeliner on the upper and lower lids. Followed by light glitter eye shadow on the lids and the crease and brow bones. For an ultra smoky look, wear lots of black eyes shadow on the lids only and black eye shadow on the lower lids. The winged eye shadow is in these days so when you put on eye makeup, be sure to extend your eye shadow and eyeliner past your eyes like Cleopatra.
Mineral powder is also in. Not only does it cover up your flaws, it is also good for your skin! Blend the powder with a kabuki brush found at Wallgreens or CVS stores. You can also find a kabuki brush at drug stores and cosmetic stores. Kabuki brushes gives you a polished professional look. Blush should be your color. Blend it in until it is transparent!
Lipstick this year is darker and berry colored!
Shoes this year are five inch stiletto heels and also strappy sandals are in.
Hand bags that are in, is the short strap hand carrying purse. Also clutch purses are in.
Jewelry is bold. Heavy earrings, heavy bracelets and heavy necklaces are in.
So start shopping and get going!
Fashion Jeans For 2014
Hey Gals,
Spring is here! Why not spring into jeans? This year, there are a lot of styles to choose from. Ready?
Legging Jeans. Skin tight jeans like leggings. Wear high heels or sneakers with these jeans. A fancy top or a tee shirt is ideal for this particular style of jeans.
Skinny jeans. Sexy! These jeans are tight like legging jeans. They look the best with a fancy top and high heels. Fabulous!
Sexy boyfriend jeans. Wear them with sneakers or heels. A fancy top or a tee shirt is just fine.
Real straight skimmer jeans. These Glorifying jeans can be worn with high heels or deck shoes. Dress them up or down.
Floral jeans. These Special type of jeans have floral designs on them. These jeans have to be dressed up. High heels and a fancy top. Only.
Above the ankle skinny jeans. Cool stuff! These jeans are best to be worn with deck shoes and a nice top.
Skinny jeans with stripes on the bottom. These unusual pairs of jeans are past the ankle. Wear them with high heels and a silk blouse.
Classic straight leg jeans. These classic pair of jeans look best with loafers and a polo shirt. Or deck shoes. However, you can dress these jeans the way that you want to. Straight leg jeans can go with any style.
Boot cut jeans. These modern jeans HAVE to be worn with high heeled boots or high heel shoes. Wearing tennis shoes or deck shoes will make these style of jeans look tacky. Wear them with a dress shirt.
Now go and get these jeans right away! Just kidding.
Spring is here! Why not spring into jeans? This year, there are a lot of styles to choose from. Ready?
Legging Jeans. Skin tight jeans like leggings. Wear high heels or sneakers with these jeans. A fancy top or a tee shirt is ideal for this particular style of jeans.
Skinny jeans. Sexy! These jeans are tight like legging jeans. They look the best with a fancy top and high heels. Fabulous!
Sexy boyfriend jeans. Wear them with sneakers or heels. A fancy top or a tee shirt is just fine.
Real straight skimmer jeans. These Glorifying jeans can be worn with high heels or deck shoes. Dress them up or down.
Floral jeans. These Special type of jeans have floral designs on them. These jeans have to be dressed up. High heels and a fancy top. Only.
Above the ankle skinny jeans. Cool stuff! These jeans are best to be worn with deck shoes and a nice top.
Skinny jeans with stripes on the bottom. These unusual pairs of jeans are past the ankle. Wear them with high heels and a silk blouse.
Classic straight leg jeans. These classic pair of jeans look best with loafers and a polo shirt. Or deck shoes. However, you can dress these jeans the way that you want to. Straight leg jeans can go with any style.
Boot cut jeans. These modern jeans HAVE to be worn with high heeled boots or high heel shoes. Wearing tennis shoes or deck shoes will make these style of jeans look tacky. Wear them with a dress shirt.
Now go and get these jeans right away! Just kidding.
Saturday, March 15, 2014
Lets Go To Gary Indiana!
Gary Indiana is otherwise known as the sewer city with a population of 80,294.
84 percent of the population are African American.
Gary is located in Lake County 25 minutes away from downtown Chicago.
The city is known for it's steel mills and also the birth place of the Jackson five.
Gary is the most dangerous city in America. It has a crime rate of murder which is the high fiver.
Once upon a time, Gary had a lot of good jobs. But the competition of other countries, cut jobs by 90 percent, leaving the city in deep poverty.
Gary now has abandoned buildings and homes, making it a ghost town.
It's sad for people to have to live in poverty and a high murder rate.
84 percent of the population are African American.
Gary is located in Lake County 25 minutes away from downtown Chicago.
The city is known for it's steel mills and also the birth place of the Jackson five.
Gary is the most dangerous city in America. It has a crime rate of murder which is the high fiver.
Once upon a time, Gary had a lot of good jobs. But the competition of other countries, cut jobs by 90 percent, leaving the city in deep poverty.
Gary now has abandoned buildings and homes, making it a ghost town.
It's sad for people to have to live in poverty and a high murder rate.
Thursday, March 13, 2014
Danger Fire Ants
Fire ants are ruthless, ferocious insects that reside in the southern part of the USofA and other tropical parts of the world. When they attack, they give out a painful sting. Fire ants are dubbed, "Fire ants" because if enough of them get on you, you feel as though you are on fire. Fire ants attack you when they are the slightest bit irritated. They don't attack one by one. They attack by the hundreds. Fire ants are grease lovers and they also love electricity. They love heat. A fire ant can be in the highest heat of a microwave and still survive. Fire ants are almost impossible to exterminate by ordinary chemicals. It takes an exterminator who specializes in killing fire ants to do the job. Fire ants multiply by the hundreds every six weeks. And they get into everything. They go into other people's houses and get into food, electric appliances and even beds. People just have to live with these mean lean critters. Too bad.
Sunday, March 9, 2014
Boy In Singapore Gets Caned Four Lashes In Front Of The Whole Entire School (News)
Caning is the thing to do in Singapore. There is Judicial caning, Military caning and school caning. Caning is very, VERY painful and it breaks the skin.
School caning is very common and there are school assemblies where every student must attend and watch the victim get caned.
The reasons? Talking, littering, chewing gum, smoking, gang activity, bullying.
There was a youth who beat up on another student. His punishment? Four lashes of the cane in front of the whole entire school.
So the youth was walking down the isle led by two security guards. When the youth got on stage, the school principal caned the youth.
The first lash started. The youth yelped in pain. The second lash was carried out. Again the boy yelped in pain. A few girls looked concerned about this brutal punishment that the youth was suffering.
By the fourth lash, the boy passed out from pain. All of the students were ordered by the Principal to go back to their classes.
The school nurse, woke up the youth with smelling salts. For the rest of the day, the youth was to stay in the Principal's office.
Singapore is a beautiful country, but if you can't take the pain, don't do wrong!
School caning is very common and there are school assemblies where every student must attend and watch the victim get caned.
The reasons? Talking, littering, chewing gum, smoking, gang activity, bullying.
There was a youth who beat up on another student. His punishment? Four lashes of the cane in front of the whole entire school.
So the youth was walking down the isle led by two security guards. When the youth got on stage, the school principal caned the youth.
The first lash started. The youth yelped in pain. The second lash was carried out. Again the boy yelped in pain. A few girls looked concerned about this brutal punishment that the youth was suffering.
By the fourth lash, the boy passed out from pain. All of the students were ordered by the Principal to go back to their classes.
The school nurse, woke up the youth with smelling salts. For the rest of the day, the youth was to stay in the Principal's office.
Singapore is a beautiful country, but if you can't take the pain, don't do wrong!
Saturday, March 8, 2014
Hooker Gets Life In Prison (News)
Tracy Wood otherwise known as Candy Cane was a street hooker. She was tall and thin with bleached blonde hair and heavily made up blue eyes like a fawn. She had long fingernails, with razors underneath for protection. On her full lips, she was wearing too much lipstick.
She was putting her hands on her hips and was walking the street of the South Bronx in New York.
All of a sudden, a man in a lumber jack shirt and a pair of Levis jeans who looked like a thirty something, was driving his jeep and stopped and picked up Wood. They both agreed that they would stop at a hotel and Wood would do her business on her john.
So off to the hotel they went. When they found a room, Wood started to take off her clothes. That's when the john started punching Wood on her legs and body. Wood screamed shrilly. She hysterically put out the john's eyes with her razor finger nails. Then, as the john was crying out in pain, Wood harshly hit the john in the throat. The john died instantly. A neighbor next door heard the screaming and called the Police.
The Police officer came to Wood's hotel room within ten minutes. He strictly said, "What happened?"
Wood confessed that she was being beaten by her john and the fact that she put out his eyes and also she hit him in the throat. "What you did was first degree murder You're going to jail." The Police officer said, harshly.
"But he beat me up and I had to protect myself." Wood wailed.
"If you called 911 instead of killing him, you would be much better off." The officer said, harshly.
The officer called an ambulance and the two men came from the ambulance and put the john in a body bag and whisked him away.
The Police officer read Wood the Miranda rights, cuffed her and drove her to the county jail. She was to stay in jail until the date of her trial.
At the trial, the Judge had no mercy. "He beat me and I was just trying to kill me! I just had to protect myself!" Wood said desperately.
"You should thought of that before you killed him." The Judge said coldly.
"I sentence you to life in the state prison without parole." Said the Judge.
"No, no, no!" Wood wailed.
Wood was taken away and was put back in jail until she went to prison.
She was putting her hands on her hips and was walking the street of the South Bronx in New York.
All of a sudden, a man in a lumber jack shirt and a pair of Levis jeans who looked like a thirty something, was driving his jeep and stopped and picked up Wood. They both agreed that they would stop at a hotel and Wood would do her business on her john.
So off to the hotel they went. When they found a room, Wood started to take off her clothes. That's when the john started punching Wood on her legs and body. Wood screamed shrilly. She hysterically put out the john's eyes with her razor finger nails. Then, as the john was crying out in pain, Wood harshly hit the john in the throat. The john died instantly. A neighbor next door heard the screaming and called the Police.
The Police officer came to Wood's hotel room within ten minutes. He strictly said, "What happened?"
Wood confessed that she was being beaten by her john and the fact that she put out his eyes and also she hit him in the throat. "What you did was first degree murder You're going to jail." The Police officer said, harshly.
"But he beat me up and I had to protect myself." Wood wailed.
"If you called 911 instead of killing him, you would be much better off." The officer said, harshly.
The officer called an ambulance and the two men came from the ambulance and put the john in a body bag and whisked him away.
The Police officer read Wood the Miranda rights, cuffed her and drove her to the county jail. She was to stay in jail until the date of her trial.
At the trial, the Judge had no mercy. "He beat me and I was just trying to kill me! I just had to protect myself!" Wood said desperately.
"You should thought of that before you killed him." The Judge said coldly.
"I sentence you to life in the state prison without parole." Said the Judge.
"No, no, no!" Wood wailed.
Wood was taken away and was put back in jail until she went to prison.
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Danger: Driver Ants Warning Graphic. Do not eat before during or after this peice is read.
Driver ants, otherwise known as Siafu, reside in different countries in Africa. They live in tropical rain forests. They travel by the millions. If you were to see driver ants travel, it looks like a stream. Driver ants are especially active after a thunderstorm. When people and insects and animals, large and small see these ants coming, they run for their lives. Why? Because driver ants will eat the insides and outsides of insects and animals as well as people. Here is how they do it. There are two types of ants. A large ant and a small driver ant. They don't crawl on a person one by one. They crawl up a person by the thousands, until the source is completely covered. The big ant has extremely strong jaws and they will pinch open the skin, allowing the little ant to crawl into the inner flesh and start eating. The ants will crawl inside the nose, ears and the brain and internal organs for their hearty meal. They will eat the eyes, nose and mouth. They eat the flesh until there is nothing left except a skeleton. People and animals are at greatest risk when they can't move or when these mean lean critters go into other people's houses. Nobody messes with them. In the country of Kenya, a man was sleeping in bed. The ants swarmed all over his face and body until he was completely covered with ants. They went inside his ears, eyes nose and mouth. They ate every part of his flesh, until there was nothing but a skeleton. So if you were to go to Africa, and see these ants, it is best to travel in the opposite direction because if you run in the same direction as these ants, they will get you. So if you ever vacation or do business in Africa, beware of these dangerous ants. They will ruin your life!
Monday, January 27, 2014
What is The Law Doing About The Knock Out Game? Absolutely Nothing That's What!
The new trend with poor urban African American men and teen age boys, is to come up to an innocent white person and knock them out with one punch. The victim passes out, sometimes even dies.
What does the law do about this? Nothing. That's what, Absolutely nothing.
There was a teenage boy, that killed a man with the knock out punch, and was charged with battery. He was put in jail for five days. That was all.
Where is justice with all of this?
I got so concerned about this issue, that I called the Police and I spoke with two police officers. Here is what they had to say.
"I never heard about the knock out game." One of the Officers said. "Perhaps you can bring your concern in one of our meetings." He said.
Here is what another Officer said. "We are aware of this, but we can't do anything about this unless there is chatter on face book."
This is insane! This knock out game, is insane, and the law is doing nothing about it.
This game that the African American men and boys are doing should have much stiffer punishment.
It is sad that it has to be this way.
What does the law do about this? Nothing. That's what, Absolutely nothing.
There was a teenage boy, that killed a man with the knock out punch, and was charged with battery. He was put in jail for five days. That was all.
Where is justice with all of this?
I got so concerned about this issue, that I called the Police and I spoke with two police officers. Here is what they had to say.
"I never heard about the knock out game." One of the Officers said. "Perhaps you can bring your concern in one of our meetings." He said.
Here is what another Officer said. "We are aware of this, but we can't do anything about this unless there is chatter on face book."
This is insane! This knock out game, is insane, and the law is doing nothing about it.
This game that the African American men and boys are doing should have much stiffer punishment.
It is sad that it has to be this way.
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
The Knock out Game
The knock out game, is a recent dangerous trend among African American men and teenage boys who are underclass or from the ghetto. They walk beside a white person and knock out the white person out with one sucker punch. They target old people and women.
This game is done in every state in the UsofA.
This is not a race thing. This is not a hate crime against whites. It is a battery crime thing. Some whites even die from the knock out punch.
Little is being done about this. African men and teen aged boys are getting away with murder. There is no stiff punishment about this game. And white people have to suffer.
I called the non emergency police about this and broached this concern. Here is what one officer said. "I never heard about this. Perhaps you can tell this concern in one of our meetings, held here."
Another police officer said this. "We are aware about this, but we can't do anything about it, unless there is chatter on facebook."
Something has to be done about this horrific crime. On the internet, there are a lot of stories and pictures about this knock out game. In the pictures, I was horrified. I saw white people down on the ground passed out. I have seen pictures of white people with massive facial injuries because of this terrible game.
Nobody is doing anything about this. It is a crime that goes without punishment.
This game is done in every state in the UsofA.
This is not a race thing. This is not a hate crime against whites. It is a battery crime thing. Some whites even die from the knock out punch.
Little is being done about this. African men and teen aged boys are getting away with murder. There is no stiff punishment about this game. And white people have to suffer.
I called the non emergency police about this and broached this concern. Here is what one officer said. "I never heard about this. Perhaps you can tell this concern in one of our meetings, held here."
Another police officer said this. "We are aware about this, but we can't do anything about it, unless there is chatter on facebook."
Something has to be done about this horrific crime. On the internet, there are a lot of stories and pictures about this knock out game. In the pictures, I was horrified. I saw white people down on the ground passed out. I have seen pictures of white people with massive facial injuries because of this terrible game.
Nobody is doing anything about this. It is a crime that goes without punishment.
Friday, November 8, 2013
I Was Once A Scape Goat
Once upon a time, There was a magical, mystical land called Triond for writers. Triond was a publishing service where people would write and publish content.
I used to write and publish poetry, short stories songs and articles.
I published 990 pieces of content while I was there.
People liked my writing and they would e mail me and give me compliments.
But that was only one side of Triond. The other side of Triond, was the deep dark, Hellacious place called the Forum.
The Forum was a dismal place where people would post topics, goof around, argue and the whole Forum would gang up on one person and make them a scape goat. And that person was me.
People would call me "weird." and "strange." And that was the nicer things that people in the Forum would whip me with.
They would laugh at me, call me, "Sybil."
They would take my written content and show it to every body.
They would mock me and scorn me by calling me an "idiot," and "retarded."
One member, took out a picture of Saturday Night Lives's classic character, Rozanna Rozanna Danna and put on the bottom, "Katalina Parfum is a friggin idiot." (My pen name was Katalina Parfum.)
The whole Forum would mock my writing out of jealousy, And constantly harass me with bad language and bad words.
You're probably thinking, ' If she was always getting harassed and abused, why did she bother to go into the Forum?'
It was because I liked the Forum. I found it to be interesting. The posts like, "Name three things that you like about yourself and why."And, "Ahem Time To Introduce yourself." And, "The three word game." etc.
I also went down there with secret hope that people would like me.
But that unfortunately never happened.
One person, got my profile picture and wore it and acted like me out of spite and mockery. Now that made me really upset.
It upset me tremendously when people would make mean, ornery topics about me such as, ' Katalina Parfum is a friggin retard.' and 'Let's get Katalina Parfum.'
People on Triond would write mean, nasty, conniving stories about me and publish them on the Internet.
Luckily, I am a strong person and I was able to tolerate the mistreatings and them being barbaric towards me.
I was able to fight back like posting, "Look who's talking." Or, "Why do you guys have to be so mean to me. Give me a break for once."
I was like a kitten in a snake pit.
Finally, the Forums closed on October 23rd, 2011. The owners of Triond found the Forum to be inappropriate and abusive.
I continued to stay on Triond and write content and get it published.
Finally, I left Triond in early 2013. I was suffering from severe writers burnout and I was getting tired of Triond so I left.
I will always remember the Forum and how nasty people were to me, but I keep it in the back of my head.
I used to write and publish poetry, short stories songs and articles.
I published 990 pieces of content while I was there.
People liked my writing and they would e mail me and give me compliments.
But that was only one side of Triond. The other side of Triond, was the deep dark, Hellacious place called the Forum.
The Forum was a dismal place where people would post topics, goof around, argue and the whole Forum would gang up on one person and make them a scape goat. And that person was me.
People would call me "weird." and "strange." And that was the nicer things that people in the Forum would whip me with.
They would laugh at me, call me, "Sybil."
They would take my written content and show it to every body.
They would mock me and scorn me by calling me an "idiot," and "retarded."
One member, took out a picture of Saturday Night Lives's classic character, Rozanna Rozanna Danna and put on the bottom, "Katalina Parfum is a friggin idiot." (My pen name was Katalina Parfum.)
The whole Forum would mock my writing out of jealousy, And constantly harass me with bad language and bad words.
You're probably thinking, ' If she was always getting harassed and abused, why did she bother to go into the Forum?'
It was because I liked the Forum. I found it to be interesting. The posts like, "Name three things that you like about yourself and why."And, "Ahem Time To Introduce yourself." And, "The three word game." etc.
I also went down there with secret hope that people would like me.
But that unfortunately never happened.
One person, got my profile picture and wore it and acted like me out of spite and mockery. Now that made me really upset.
It upset me tremendously when people would make mean, ornery topics about me such as, ' Katalina Parfum is a friggin retard.' and 'Let's get Katalina Parfum.'
People on Triond would write mean, nasty, conniving stories about me and publish them on the Internet.
Luckily, I am a strong person and I was able to tolerate the mistreatings and them being barbaric towards me.
I was able to fight back like posting, "Look who's talking." Or, "Why do you guys have to be so mean to me. Give me a break for once."
I was like a kitten in a snake pit.
Finally, the Forums closed on October 23rd, 2011. The owners of Triond found the Forum to be inappropriate and abusive.
I continued to stay on Triond and write content and get it published.
Finally, I left Triond in early 2013. I was suffering from severe writers burnout and I was getting tired of Triond so I left.
I will always remember the Forum and how nasty people were to me, but I keep it in the back of my head.
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Crazed Mom Stomps On Christmas Tree Lights ( Fiction News )
Norman Farley and his wife Jenny, were decorating the Christmas tree.
They were trying to agree as to what type of lights to put on the tree. The ordinary multi colored ones or the blinking multi color ones.
Jenny wanted to put on the blinking lights, while Norman wanted to put on the ordinary lights.
They started to argue. Jenny was screaming at the top of her lungs. "THE BLINKING ONES!" She screamed. "Jenny, calm down. I like the regular lights. They would look so much better." Norman pointed out.
All of a sudden, Jenny lost her temper completely and stomped on the box of regular Christmas tree lights, while Norman stood there helpless.
Jenny stomped on those Christmas tree lights again. And again. And again, while Norman just stood there.
"My mom's crazy." Said their 14-year-old son.
"She is mentally ill. Seriously. She does this stuff all the time. She is nuts."
"That's not a nice thing to say about your mother." I said as I spoke into the tape recorder microphone.
I pivoted the microphone to Danny and he said, "Well you don't have to live with her. I do."
"What do you do when your mom acts like this?" I asked him.
"Nothing. I just leave the scene." He then shrugged his shoulders.
"Is your mother nice?' I ask.
"Sometimes." Danny said.
"What other crazy things does she do?" I asked him.
"She runs around the house when she's mad and she throws things. She knocks over tables. She talks to herself. and this happens a lot." Danny said.
I turned off the tape recorder and I said, "Thank you Danny."
I headed home and I smiled to myself. I had a scoop!
They were trying to agree as to what type of lights to put on the tree. The ordinary multi colored ones or the blinking multi color ones.
Jenny wanted to put on the blinking lights, while Norman wanted to put on the ordinary lights.
They started to argue. Jenny was screaming at the top of her lungs. "THE BLINKING ONES!" She screamed. "Jenny, calm down. I like the regular lights. They would look so much better." Norman pointed out.
All of a sudden, Jenny lost her temper completely and stomped on the box of regular Christmas tree lights, while Norman stood there helpless.
Jenny stomped on those Christmas tree lights again. And again. And again, while Norman just stood there.
"My mom's crazy." Said their 14-year-old son.
"She is mentally ill. Seriously. She does this stuff all the time. She is nuts."
"That's not a nice thing to say about your mother." I said as I spoke into the tape recorder microphone.
I pivoted the microphone to Danny and he said, "Well you don't have to live with her. I do."
"What do you do when your mom acts like this?" I asked him.
"Nothing. I just leave the scene." He then shrugged his shoulders.
"Is your mother nice?' I ask.
"Sometimes." Danny said.
"What other crazy things does she do?" I asked him.
"She runs around the house when she's mad and she throws things. She knocks over tables. She talks to herself. and this happens a lot." Danny said.
I turned off the tape recorder and I said, "Thank you Danny."
I headed home and I smiled to myself. I had a scoop!
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
Angry Mother Puts Ice cream In Child's Hand
Lily Wilder and her two kids, John who was 7-years-old and Sue, who was 14-years-old, came home from a long day at the beach.
John right away, demanded ice cream. "Gimme some ice cream mom, right now."
Flustered, Lily went to the freezer, took out a carton of vanilla ice cream, got a spoon and dug into the stiff ice cream.
She glopped it right in John's hand. Sue was stunned. John started to scream.
Sue not believing what she saw, went upstairs and ran to her mother's room and dialed 911.
"911 emergency." An operator said in a sugary voice.
"I'd like to report a case of child abuse. My mom just put some ice cream in my brother's hand."
Silence on the line for about a minute.
"OK I will send out the Police." The operator said, smoothly.
Sue gave the address and hung up the phone.
She then went outside and waited for the Police to show up.
When the Police came, They went right to Sue and asked what was going on.
"It is child abuse. You see, my mother glopped ice cream in my brother's hand."
The officer's looked at each other and started laughing.
"I don't think it's a bit funny." Sue said stoutly.
"Ma'm, putting ice cream in a child's hand is not child abuse. It's just crazy that's all."
The two Police officers started laughing again as they went into the cruiser.
Sue ran back into the house and slammed the door and went up to John's room. He was in bed.
"John are you OK?" Sue asked. "I'm fine." John said.
"It was a terrible thing what mother did to you." Sue said, softly.
"Yeah, good night." John muttered as he rolled around in his bed.
Lily was in her room.
Sue did not want to have anything to do with her mother after pulling that crazy act.
She simply went to her room and closed the door.
The house was still and quiet.
John right away, demanded ice cream. "Gimme some ice cream mom, right now."
Flustered, Lily went to the freezer, took out a carton of vanilla ice cream, got a spoon and dug into the stiff ice cream.
She glopped it right in John's hand. Sue was stunned. John started to scream.
Sue not believing what she saw, went upstairs and ran to her mother's room and dialed 911.
"911 emergency." An operator said in a sugary voice.
"I'd like to report a case of child abuse. My mom just put some ice cream in my brother's hand."
Silence on the line for about a minute.
"OK I will send out the Police." The operator said, smoothly.
Sue gave the address and hung up the phone.
She then went outside and waited for the Police to show up.
When the Police came, They went right to Sue and asked what was going on.
"It is child abuse. You see, my mother glopped ice cream in my brother's hand."
The officer's looked at each other and started laughing.
"I don't think it's a bit funny." Sue said stoutly.
"Ma'm, putting ice cream in a child's hand is not child abuse. It's just crazy that's all."
The two Police officers started laughing again as they went into the cruiser.
Sue ran back into the house and slammed the door and went up to John's room. He was in bed.
"John are you OK?" Sue asked. "I'm fine." John said.
"It was a terrible thing what mother did to you." Sue said, softly.
"Yeah, good night." John muttered as he rolled around in his bed.
Lily was in her room.
Sue did not want to have anything to do with her mother after pulling that crazy act.
She simply went to her room and closed the door.
The house was still and quiet.
In Order To Stay Alive, I Had To Quit Smoking Cold Turkey
Yeah, I remember when I had my first cigarette. I was 13-years-old and I lit it up. I didn't inhale though. I walked around with it making glamorous moves like a movie star. I thought I was cool.
All the cool kids at my school, smoked ciggs and pot. And me, being so unpopular, I wanted to be just like them, so I took up smoking.
For the first year of smoking cigarettes, I didn't inhale, but I smoked a pack a day. It was so easy back then to buy ciggs out of the cigarette machine.
When I was 14, I was sent to boarding school. And I did inhale. I just loved smoking. It made me feel glamorous. Powerful. With it.
Over the years, I smoked up to three packs a day.
I was hopelessly hooked. I just couldn't stop.
My fingers had nicotine stains on them. My teeth were brown. The white walls of my apartment turned yellow from the tar. My clothes smelled like cigarettes.
I had been smoking for 30 years.
And then one night, I woke up coughing, hacking, wheezing and I had trouble breathing. This went on for a week. I kept on telling myself that I would never, EVER have another cigarette again. But the following morning, that promise was broken.
Finally, I had to put the smokes away and I did.
And from then, I quit cold turkey.
Let me tell you, it was hell. For three weeks, I had to lie in bed, trying to fight the nicotine withdrawals.
I gained 40 pounds, eating like a pig.
Every time that I would have a craving for a cigg, I would have a piece of cake or pie or something else that was fattening.
This went on for a year.
That was three years ago. I am now smoke free.
And I lost 12 pounds.
I still crave smokes, but I know how bad my health will get if I started up again.
I was dying before.
So that's my story of my cigarette smoking. Smokers, I hope you take it from me. Cigarettes are slow killers.
All the cool kids at my school, smoked ciggs and pot. And me, being so unpopular, I wanted to be just like them, so I took up smoking.
For the first year of smoking cigarettes, I didn't inhale, but I smoked a pack a day. It was so easy back then to buy ciggs out of the cigarette machine.
When I was 14, I was sent to boarding school. And I did inhale. I just loved smoking. It made me feel glamorous. Powerful. With it.
Over the years, I smoked up to three packs a day.
I was hopelessly hooked. I just couldn't stop.
My fingers had nicotine stains on them. My teeth were brown. The white walls of my apartment turned yellow from the tar. My clothes smelled like cigarettes.
I had been smoking for 30 years.
And then one night, I woke up coughing, hacking, wheezing and I had trouble breathing. This went on for a week. I kept on telling myself that I would never, EVER have another cigarette again. But the following morning, that promise was broken.
Finally, I had to put the smokes away and I did.
And from then, I quit cold turkey.
Let me tell you, it was hell. For three weeks, I had to lie in bed, trying to fight the nicotine withdrawals.
I gained 40 pounds, eating like a pig.
Every time that I would have a craving for a cigg, I would have a piece of cake or pie or something else that was fattening.
This went on for a year.
That was three years ago. I am now smoke free.
And I lost 12 pounds.
I still crave smokes, but I know how bad my health will get if I started up again.
I was dying before.
So that's my story of my cigarette smoking. Smokers, I hope you take it from me. Cigarettes are slow killers.
Thursday, October 31, 2013
High School Girl Puts Nair In Classmate's Shampoo (Fiction News)
Lisa Rucker was taking a shower after gym class. She washed her hair like a mad woman.
All of a sudden, Lisa screamed and came running out of the shower into the locker room, screaming.
"She claimed that her hair was falling out in clumps." A student said.
The gym teacher by the name of Mrs. Roth, walked in the locker room and demanded what was going on.
"My hair is falling out in clumps!" Lisa howled.
"How did that happen?" Asked Mrs. Roth.
"I was washing my hair and clumps of hair fell out. I'm going bald!" Lisa started to cry. Mrs. Roth
left the locker room and came back with a bottle of Lisa's shampoo.
"This shampoo smells like Nair." Remarked Mrs. Roth.
"Who did it!" Shouted Mrs. Roth.
"Who put Nair in Lisa's shampoo? Nobody is going anywhere until I find out." Mrs. Roth Said.
So the girls in the class waited, expecting somebody to confess the horrific prank.
The tardy bell rang. "Nobody is going anywhere until I find out." Said Mrs. Roth.
The girls were getting impatient as they sighed and looked at their watches.
"We all were pissed off. We had to wait and find out who did it. It was very annoying." A pretty red head remarked.
Finally, a small girl in overalls with short blond hair and average looking blue eyes came forward. "I- I_ did it." She stuttered. Her name was Lee Farnsworth.
"OK everybody can go now. Except for you Lee." Mrs. Roth gave Lee a look of contempt.
"Thank you for making me miss my final class." A pretty blond girl remarked as she shoved Lee into a locker.
After all the girls left the locker room, Mrs. Roth asked, "why did you do this?"
"It's a long story." Lee said.
"Well why don't we go to the Principal's office and you can tell your long story to him." Mrs. Roth said, caustically.
They both walked to the Principal's office and Mrs. Roth stated to the Principal, Mr. Lawson about what Lee had done.
Mr. Lawson and Mrs. Roth listened as Lee tearfully told her story as to why she put Nair in Lisa Rucker's shampoo.
"She claimed that Lisa's ex boyfriend was interested in Lee and Lisa still had feelings for him. And every day, Lisa would taunt, abuse and harass Lee." Mrs. Roth said.
"I did it to get back at her." Lee said through tears.
Lee got suspended from School for two days. Lisa now wears a wig.
All of a sudden, Lisa screamed and came running out of the shower into the locker room, screaming.
"She claimed that her hair was falling out in clumps." A student said.
The gym teacher by the name of Mrs. Roth, walked in the locker room and demanded what was going on.
"My hair is falling out in clumps!" Lisa howled.
"How did that happen?" Asked Mrs. Roth.
"I was washing my hair and clumps of hair fell out. I'm going bald!" Lisa started to cry. Mrs. Roth
left the locker room and came back with a bottle of Lisa's shampoo.
"This shampoo smells like Nair." Remarked Mrs. Roth.
"Who did it!" Shouted Mrs. Roth.
"Who put Nair in Lisa's shampoo? Nobody is going anywhere until I find out." Mrs. Roth Said.
So the girls in the class waited, expecting somebody to confess the horrific prank.
The tardy bell rang. "Nobody is going anywhere until I find out." Said Mrs. Roth.
The girls were getting impatient as they sighed and looked at their watches.
"We all were pissed off. We had to wait and find out who did it. It was very annoying." A pretty red head remarked.
Finally, a small girl in overalls with short blond hair and average looking blue eyes came forward. "I- I_ did it." She stuttered. Her name was Lee Farnsworth.
"OK everybody can go now. Except for you Lee." Mrs. Roth gave Lee a look of contempt.
"Thank you for making me miss my final class." A pretty blond girl remarked as she shoved Lee into a locker.
After all the girls left the locker room, Mrs. Roth asked, "why did you do this?"
"It's a long story." Lee said.
"Well why don't we go to the Principal's office and you can tell your long story to him." Mrs. Roth said, caustically.
They both walked to the Principal's office and Mrs. Roth stated to the Principal, Mr. Lawson about what Lee had done.
Mr. Lawson and Mrs. Roth listened as Lee tearfully told her story as to why she put Nair in Lisa Rucker's shampoo.
"She claimed that Lisa's ex boyfriend was interested in Lee and Lisa still had feelings for him. And every day, Lisa would taunt, abuse and harass Lee." Mrs. Roth said.
"I did it to get back at her." Lee said through tears.
Lee got suspended from School for two days. Lisa now wears a wig.
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Homeless Man Beats Up Middle School Boy ( Fiction News)
Dwayne Russi Wasz was sitting by a garbage can on the streets, drinking a bottle of rot gut. As long as this homeless man had booze to drink, he was happy.
All of a sudden, a boy who looked about thirteen years old or so, approached Wasz and shouted, "I hate homeless people!"
He then started punching Wasz in the face.
Wasz got up and started punching and kicking the boy until the boy passed out.
A crowd of people stood there and watched the crazy scene.
The Police and an ambulance were called. The boy was put in the ambulance, on his way to the hospital.
Wasz was put in the Police car and one of the cops read Wasz his Miranda rights.
Then, Wasz was taken to jail.
Here are some things that people had to say.
"I've never seen anything like this." Said a boy who looked like a college student.
"That little boy had a lot of nerve, trying to beat up that homeless man." An old lady said.
"If I were the homeless guy, I would have beat up on that kid too." A middle aged man said.
"Kudos for the homeless guy." A kid about nine or so said.
The moral of this crazy story is not to mess with street people. They are fast and feisty. And they will hurt you.
All of a sudden, a boy who looked about thirteen years old or so, approached Wasz and shouted, "I hate homeless people!"
He then started punching Wasz in the face.
Wasz got up and started punching and kicking the boy until the boy passed out.
A crowd of people stood there and watched the crazy scene.
The Police and an ambulance were called. The boy was put in the ambulance, on his way to the hospital.
Wasz was put in the Police car and one of the cops read Wasz his Miranda rights.
Then, Wasz was taken to jail.
Here are some things that people had to say.
"I've never seen anything like this." Said a boy who looked like a college student.
"That little boy had a lot of nerve, trying to beat up that homeless man." An old lady said.
"If I were the homeless guy, I would have beat up on that kid too." A middle aged man said.
"Kudos for the homeless guy." A kid about nine or so said.
The moral of this crazy story is not to mess with street people. They are fast and feisty. And they will hurt you.
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- Chicago, Illinois, United States
- Hi! I'm cathy Markus. I have a husband and two kitties. I love to creative write, I like to socialize, compose music for my flute, write music for the piano, eat asian food and eat my husbands home cooking(He's a Chef,) read and sing and dance. I'd love to have some friends here.