What's Your Life Story?

[Strummer521]

Tell in as many or as few words as you like. Just give us some information.

[BobbyB]

I'll share mine later, but right now, I'd like to share Holden Pike's life story.

Holden went out into the World and was rejected by everyone. He was so hurt, that he now lives in his basement, with his computer, his cat, a bottle of lotion, and his right hand.

He now attacks others through his computer hoping they never find out who he is.

The end.

[Lockheed Martin]

You're only getting my name, rank and serial number.

[Tacitus]

Crikey! Here's what I can remember anyway. This is as frank as you'll probably ever find me in public...Ohhh Betty!

Born in Belfast, Jan 6th 1973. Parents split up when I was 5 and my mother took us to live in County Tyrone (her homeland) about 60 miles away.

I went to school in Omagh (left in 1991) and headed off to England for University (1st class honours: English Lang & Lit, that's enough of the bragging). I stumbled around in a few bands while at Uni and for a couple of years after but we weren't exactly wonderful. During holiday time I worked in a daycentre for adults with learning difficulties, still the most rewarding job I've done.

I met my future ex-wife in 1991 as well and we married soon after graduating (she was on my course) in '94. I got a job in the Motor Trade at this time which greatly disappointed my family who felt I should be 'doing something' with my degree, but where does an Arts degree take you anyway? ;)

The first kid came along in '96 and it was then when I decided to follow my wife into teaching so I did a year's Post Grad course and qualified as a Primary School teacher in 1997. 18 months of crap pay and ballache later I was back selling cars, first for Land Rover then Ford. At this time I somehow managed to get roped into Victim Support counselling, though quite why crime victims would appreciate a car salesman offering them a shoulder to cry on is beyond me. My position was never abused, however, no matter what state of car they were driving and I want that to go down on record!

I love the motor trade - getting paid to talk to people is the easiest thing in the world to me. :)

The three of us moved to Ireland in 2002, back home for me but a complete change of culture for my Essex girl wife. The reasons for the move were twofold - I was desperate to set up my own business and we'd been having a few marriage problems and felt a fresh start was needed. It was then that my back problems started to get worse, but I paid them no mind and grafted on... (daft git ;))

2003 was rough. The marriage wasn't going well and I was having to take longer and longer periods off work as the doctors had diagnosed 4 crumbling discs in my lumbar spine and a wearing hip joint. Chronic pain is what they call it, but I prefer to call it Gladys. :D

We had our second child in early 2004 which seemed to put a cap on the marriage. By the time he was born we were practically living seperate lives, just under the same (mortgaged to the hilt) roof. The whole thing fizzled out that summer as the constant arguing was doing none of us any good and she moved back to live with her folks in England (taking the kids with her) a few months later. The hardest part is my son and daughter living in another country but I try and see them as often as possible and it'll get easier when they're old enough to travel safely on their own.

By early 2005 my back was getting worse so I took the decision to get out of the motor trade, cut my losses by selling my stock (the house was already on the market as we'd agreed to split the profits and it held nothing but bad memories for me anyway) and going back into teaching, private tuition to be exact, which would be less of a strain on the old health. As luck would have it I'd already bought a little place in town with a view to renting it out so, instead of moving tenants in, I relocated there/here instead.

Downsizing, I think it's called. :) The work doesn't pay as well but I have no mortgage to worry about and now drive a more economical motor.

This year's been a bit stop-start as I've had to take a few months complete rest but I hope to be taking on students again come September. :D

I've loved my life so far - there's been massive highs (in quite a few ways) and massive lows but I've had a whale of a time surfing the peaks and paddling out of the troughs. A couple of mates are even making noises about setting up a garage but I've got to decide whether it's worth my while sinking what's left of my savings into something which could very well go arse over the proverbial.

Chapter two should be interesting - I might even buy a new walking stick. :D

[Purandara88]

Timeline of my Life:

1981: Purandara88, the single greatest human to ever live, was born

2009: Purandara88 conquers the world, initiating the Fourth Reich.

[Godsend]

Timeline of my Life:

1981: Purandara88, the single greatest human to ever live, was born

2009: Purandara88 conquers the world, initiating the Fourth Reich.

Minutes after your conquer the world, you recieve a super kick from me.

And then I rule. Period.

[Purple_Panther]

On July 6th, 1988 I came out of my mommys vagina and lived for just over 18 wonderful years. That's a pretty good life so far I imagine.

[KnicksRIP]

1981 - Born in Dallas, TX

1995 - Left Texas for Cali

1999 - Graduated high school in Oak Park, CA. Went off to CSUN to get a BA in English while simultaneously drinking myself to an early death with the resident fraternity.

2002 - Graduated college in Northridge, CA and went to work selling navigation equipment to the military via Woodland Hills, CA.

2003 - Realized what a ****ty job I had and started working on my MA degree part-time while working.

2005 - Graduated with my MA and ran off to get my Ph.D. at the University of Minnesota.

2006 - The Year I Make Contact! (couldn't leave this thread without a movie reference)

[Godsend]

On July 6th, 1988 I came out of my mommys vagina and lived for just over 18 wonderful years. That's a pretty good life so far I imagine.

Your mommy doesn't have a vagina.

I was born pushing my way through, but they kept pushing me back in.

And then when I was 5 I got stitches on my arm because I punched a window. I was playing power rangers.

And then when I was 6 I saw my first gun. I loved guns now.

When I was 12 I shot my first gun.

When I was 18 I killed my first person.

[SamsoniteDelilah]

...During holiday time I worked in a daycentre for adults with learning difficulties, still the most rewarding job I've done.
Jeez. You're a saint! :eek:

Chronic pain is what they call it, but I prefer to call it Gladys. :D
:mad: Wait til Gladys hears this!

[SamsoniteDelilah]

I was born in Las Vegas, and within weeks, I moved to Ohio, my parents bought a farm, and my father bought THE farm (motorcycles are dangerous, kids!). Mom remarried when I was 3, to a man who thought little girls shouldn't have opinions.

Heh! :)

I grew up in Ohio, mormon, overachiever and wrapped really freaking tight. When I was 14, I told my parents that I wanted to be an actress. They dropped their forks in disapproval.

I went to BYU, for a year, returning home just in time for my friend Johnny da Priest to drag me down to an old old theater that he was helping to fix up for use by a children's theater company. <BAM!> Everything changed. I married the lead actor in the company, two years later. I got a degree in theater. I did roles I'd seen done and was dying to do, won awards, got calls from people I didn't know, asking me to go work with them. I started an interactive murder mystery theater company with friends. I have been poisoned, stabbed, shot, strangled, had my throat slit and a stake through my heart. Not on the same night.

I spent three summers away from home, doing outdoor theater. Every summer, it got harder to go back home in August, and long story short, I got my own apartment after the last summer away, and eventually moved cross-country, by myself, to Los Angeles.

I've been here for 8 years. I love LA, love the life I have made for myself. I'm at a strange crossroads, though. I've done what I wanted to do with my life. I've met my goals. And I'm only 40. I have another 40 to go, most likely, and no clear idea what I want to do with it. I am looking forward to finding out.

[KnicksRIP]

I have been poisoned, stabbed, shot, strangled, had my throat slit and a stake through my heart. Not on the same night.

That is awesome! Good luck with your next 40 (and hopefully more). :)

[Lockheed Martin]

I was born in Las Vegas, and within weeks, I moved to Ohio, my parents bought a farm, and my father bought THE farm (motorcycles are dangerous, kids!). Mom remarried when I was 3, to a man who thought little girls shouldn't have opinions.

Heh! :)

I grew up in Ohio, mormon, overachiever and wrapped really freaking tight. When I was 14, I told my parents that I wanted to be an actress. They dropped their forks in disapproval.

I went to BYU, for a year, returning home just in time for my friend Johnny da Priest to drag me down to an old old theater that he was helping to fix up for use by a children's theater company. <BAM!> Everything changed. I married the lead actor in the company, two years later. I got a degree in theater. I did roles I'd seen done and was dying to do, won awards, got calls from people I didn't know, asking me to go work with them. I started an interactive murder mystery theater company with friends. I have been poisoned, stabbed, shot, strangled, had my throat slit and a stake through my heart. Not on the same night.

I spent three summers away from home, doing outdoor theater. Every summer, it got harder to go back home in August, and long story short, I got my own apartment after the last summer away, and eventually moved cross-country, by myself, to Los Angeles.

I've been here for 8 years. I love LA, love the life I have made for myself. I'm at a strange crossroads, though. I've done what I wanted to do with my life. I've met my goals. And I'm only 40. I have another 40 to go, most likely, and no clear idea what I want to do with it. I am looking forward to finding out.

Crikey, that makes my life look awfully dull.

[ash_is_the_gal]

go stop jump!

[B-card]

You western people with your interesting life stories *envy*

So here is my story(i'll make it quick)

On March 17th 1988 a boy was born in a local hospital in Plovdiv Bulgaria

He had not so intersesting life so far.Still living in Plovdiv.
In 2005 he decides that he wants to become a movie director(and thats his life dream) but as every story has a bad charecter in his case is his evil mother who "wants the best for him"(yeah right!)
and laughed at him when he told her that he wants to go to Sofia(the capital city) and study in Drama university "NATFIZ" and he is stuck here with his parents and studing Biology and Chemistry for Medicin University :(

The End

[Tacitus]

The End

Sounds more like The End Of The Beginning to me... ;)

[SamsoniteDelilah]

You western people with your interesting life stories *envy*

So here is my story(i'll make it quick)

On March 17th 1988 a boy was born in a local hospital in Plovdiv Bulgaria

He had not so intersesting life so far.Still living in Plovdiv.
In 2005 he decides that he wants to become a movie director(and thats his life dream) but as every story has a bad charecter in his case is his evil mother who "wants the best for him"(yeah right!)
and laughed at him when he told her that he wants to go to Sofia(the capital city) and study in Drama university "NATFIZ" and he is stuck here with his parents and studing Biology and Chemistry for Medicin University :(

The End
I don't know what a Bulgarian accent sounds like, so your posts now sound Russian, in my head. :) Don't worry that you're not studying what you want to study, right now. There are as many routes into the entertainment biz as there are people in it. More than a few actors, singers and directors have degrees in medicine (Rick Springfield), business (Bruce Willis), etc.

[Golgot]

Born: Essex. Family quickly fled to London.

Early Education: Chirpy. Liked to suck pencil sharpeners.

Middle Education: Moody. Liked to suck cigarettes. And dip head into drugs.

Work Experience: Surprised then editor of Times into spilling coffee over self. (Due to looking like Kurt Cobain's dead cousin. And being accidentally wired on caffeine 'derived' from free samples of gurana gum). Was energetic worker. Called co-worker every swearword i knew on second day. Got full marks in final appraisal for everything except appearance.

Uni: Still moody. Got naked both indoors and outdoors. Played drums in bands that didn't drive audiences away (too often). Hosted blues-n-funk show on uni radio - moodily. Took drugs at inappropriate moments. (There proved to be many opportunities for this). Managed to sit several wrong exams. Managed to pass degree, with varying degrees of success.

*Remembered that Arts degree = useless for work*

First main job: Allowed old women to grab thighs and legless men to kiss hand. Hoisted woman called Freda onto toilet at least 20 times a day. Served woman called Freda tea at least 20 times a day. Avoided the large slashing toenails of 20-stone woman called Jo - she of the witch's white hair and eye (and cackle - which was not white). Broke up fights about who was who's mother. Agreed that warm newspapers were strange. Agreed that i would stop the bus near the village green.

Second main job: Balanced on chair-mounted desks to reach back of the class. Fell on students with some regularity. Head-butted white board with some theatricality. Then went to Spain. Supposedly profiled troubled children psychologically. Actually helped them. Definitely failed to write it up properly. Avoided the little twins with the matching flick knives.

'Artistic sojourn no1': Wrote terrible typical stoner-travel-movie script while living in Seville's heroin/red-light/mugging district. Thursday's transvestite hookers may make it into later script.

'Artistic sojourn no2': Worked in Brighton, but spent far more time writing absurd comedy series on other people's sofas. (Also fairly rubbish - also ended up being a practice run rather than a success story ;))

*Stopped smoking ludicrous amounts of ganja on a daily basis*

Media jobs: Lacky in various roles over last 3 years. Completed other silly 'not-for-profit' projects on the side, including silly short films and silly radio script (deemed to be too silly). Sat back and watched money roll towards other people.

Most recent act: Became thirty and wondered why i'm pacing the guts of the media beast. And when i'm gonna finish any of my latest silly projects ;)

[Lockheed Martin]

Man, has everyone here had a more interesting life than me?

And are you all really old, or am I just really young?

[KnicksRIP]

TPAM is really young.

Whoops, wrong thread. ;)

[Darth Stujitzu]

I could tell you, but I'd have to kill you all after, shhhhhhh it's a secret!

[Darth Stujitzu]

Oh alright then;
Born November 2nd 1972 into the sexiest star sign on the zodiac, and wearing a tartan nappy, little Darth was a joy to behold to his parents McAnikin & McBacca.
Although excelling at junior Jedi Academy, Darth was prone to letting his dark side emerge, normally through sport of through using Jedi mind tricks to make all the girls fall head over heals in love with him.
Once a fully qualified Jedi, Darth still found it hard to escape the attentions of females, especially ones wearing gold bikinis, but this did not stop Darth from taking over the family Empire, whilst still giving out wise advice to those in need, don't eat yellow snow on Hoth, etc.
After years of playing by the rules, Darth decided to go against the wishes of others and pursue his own desires, namely global domination and the endless pursuit of pleasure.
That's pretty much it so far, far, away......
P.S. if Mummy Darth is reading this ;
This is not the biography you were looking for!!!!!

[Monkeypunch]

"I was born a poor black child..." I kid.

Born in 1975.

Lived on an island as a kid so I did alot of fishing and I had a pet seagull named Charlie. Moved to the suburbs and went to school, I was not well liked nor did I particularly fit in. My father worked at the local school, and my mum worked at the bank. My older brother, who watched me more often than not, taught me how to draw snoopy, and I have obsessively drawn on anything I can get my hands on ever since, and eventually I enrolled in art school. I didn't like it and never finished. (I converted to Buddhism somewhere between here and there, but I can't remember when.) I then joined the army, and served for six years, never seeing any over-seas action. I mostly sat behind a desk and did clerical work. In 2003, my mum died from diabetes, and I was discharged from the army and I moved back home. I grew very close to my little sister, I watched after her as best I could, but we've since become less close, she's going through her petulant teenage phase after all, and I do my best to stay out of the way. haha. My father remarried and at first that wasn't something I was comfortable with, but I like my step mum now, she is nice. Currently, I live on my own in a duplex, and I make coffee for a living, and I play drums in a Ramones cover band for fun.

Not very exciting.

[B-card]

Originally posted bySamsoniteDelilah
I don't know what a Bulgarian accent sounds like, so your posts now sound Russian, in my head. :) Don't worry that you're not studying what you want to study, right now. There are as many routes into the entertainment biz as there are people in it. More than a few actors, singers and directors have degrees in medicine (Rick Springfield), business (Bruce Willis), etc.

Please Don't Mistake me for a Russian.We do not sound anything like them if you don't know where exactly is Bulgaria try Google Earth i'll even give you the coordinates of my block

[nebbit]

Man, has everyone here had a more interesting life than me?
They haven't really:nope: just different :yup: everyones life is interesting :D

are you really old,
:yup:

am I just really young?
:yup:

Great stories Tatty and Sammy :kiss:


will do mine soon if I can remember that far back ;)

[Tacitus]

will do mine soon if I can remember that far back ;)

As Spike Milligan said - I was born at an early age... :)

[nebbit]

As Spike Milligan said - I was born at an early age... :)

http://bestsmileys.com/lol/22.gif

[adidasss]

Please Don't Mistake me for a Russian.We do not sound anything like them if you don't know where exactly is Bulgaria try Google Earth i'll even give you the coordinates of my block
hah....silly east-european comrade....to westerners, ALL slavic languages sound alike....=russian....

[B-card]

originally posted by adidasss
hah....silly east-european comrade....to westerners, ALL slavic languages sound alike....=russian....
If you haven't heared bulgarian before watch The Terminal with Tom Hanks.He speaks bulgarian there.

And we were here long before the Russians :mad:

[ash_is_the_gal]

I sort of feel silly writing this, but it has also been tempting me far too much.

I also don't pretend this will be nothing short of terribly boring.

I was born in June 1984 in Worcestor, Massachusetts. I lived in Massachusetts for the first thirteen years of my life, in a small town that didn't even have a grocery store. I loved it. We moved around from apartment to apartment when I was young. My father and mother separated not too long after I was born, and I don't ever remember my father living with us. When I was very little, I remember him coming to pick us up every Sunday and he'd take us out places. But it did not last long. He lived in the city, where he was comfortable. His lifestyle was much faster than my mothers and he was not very good at keeping promises. When I was very little, I do remember my mother finding a few babysitters for us so she could go out to party at clubs. I remember her wearing these black mini-skirts, a big 80's hairdo, and dousing herself in perfume before she pecked me and my older sister on the cheek and left. I am pretty sure she came home hammered on those nights, but I never saw it. She would make sure my sister and I were in bed when she came stumbling in hours later.

When I was still very young, about four or five, my mother wanted to change her lifestyle for the sake of her children. She discovered a religion, Jehovah's Witnesses, and took it up seriously. To say the least it was a drastic, sudden turnaround but never once did I doubt my mother. Her faith and determination was something to be admired and I really respected that, even at a very young age.

I remember my childhood as happy, though much stricter than most. I was not allowed to associate with kids outside of my religion, which was okay with me because the kids at school didn't really like mE anyway. We attended meetings at the Kingdom Hall of Jehovah's Witnesses five times a week, went out in service (door bangin') and felt very close to the people in our congregation. They were always there for us. They helped my mother go back to school, get her GED, take computer classes, get a decent job, buy a car, and when she got her own place, they gave her a housewarming party.

Things changed though, in 1997 when I turned 13, my mother met-up with a friend from her childhood. He was someone who had lived next door to her when she was very little, but his family had moved away to Florida when she was ten. He came to visit my thirteenth year and the feelings and attraction was still there and became rekindled. They fell for each other fast. My mother kept the feelings hidden from everyone, including my sister and me, for a very long time, because being involved with someone outside of our congregation was not allowed. Eventually I became aware of what was going on and my mother couldn't keep it hidden any longer. She was in love with this man, and we were moving to Florida so she could marry him. We weren't going to be one of Jehovah's Witnesses anymore. She tried to lure my approval in by telling me how we would never have to worry about money again.

I was pretty devastated, because I loved my God, and I didn't want to change my lifestyle, let alone move away from the only home I had ever known. Of course there wasn't much I could do about it. I also felt a deep sense of betrayal from my mother, because she had made me believe in her and the teachings that were preached to me. I really believed it. You don't just stop believing something like that overnight, which I didn't, and I didn't think my mother had either, but I could not decipher how my mother could leave Jehovah... for a man.

Anyway! Moving to Florida was I think, the only time in my life where I went through "depression." We weren't allowed to tell anyone the real reason we were moving. My mother made up some story. I don't even remember what now. So we all lied to all our close friends, people who I looked up to. One family who we were very close to, the father of that family was like my own father, since I didn't really have one, and it killed me to lie to them.

Eventually they knew something was going on when their phone calls went unanswered, and it all came out then. That was my chance to do what I thought was right, so with the help of my Massachusetts congregation, I got aquainted with the congregation of Jehovah's Witnesses down in my city in Florida. It wasn't easy. I didn't like the people as much, I didn't know them... many people started to look upon me as a rolemodel, someone who was standing up for what was right, taking a stand, and at such a young age! That was a little scary... I didn't feel strong. I felt shaky and weak. My step-father thought it was nonsense. My mother felt guilty, looking at her daughter was like looking at something she had walked out on that she thought in here heart was right. My sister was having the time of her life. She had never been into it much to begin with, and for the first time in her life, my mother was too distracted and ga-ga eyed to pay attention to what my sister was up to.

I stayed in the religion until I was sixteen... then I stopped. Different reasons. One was I was finally making friends at school... for once, people took notice of me. I had potential man flesh at my doorstep! I started to doubt the little things. And I wanted to see what it was like to be a teenager. So I stopped going.

Just a few months later, in January 2001... I ended up meeting Ryan, who became the love of my life. Ryan helped douse out the rest of my belief in the religion. I ended up reading this book, Ishmael by Daniel Quinn. A month after I graduated High School, June 2002, I moved all the way from Florida to Las Vegas to be with the love of my life. I was eighteen.

Things were not as peachy keen as I thought it would be. We were broke, and living in his parents guest house. I was trying to go to the university there, but between working two jobs and not having a car of my own, I heavily relied on Ryan for pretty much everything. I was tired and didn't have much time of my own. A little bit after a year of living there, something happened between us that shattered trust and destroyed my hope. Determined not to fail and ashamed to tell my family that things were going wrong, I stayed there for two more years... until his parents sold their house. We would have to move out of their guest house. I took the oppurtunity to move back to Florida, with my parents. That was October of 2005. Since then I've been putting my head back together... trying to get back into school. I finally bought my own car too! About a month ago I forked the money out. I have a boring yet easy and pleasant job at a reinsurance office. I have had friends betray me, people hurt me, and I've got this huge issue and fear of people leaving me and never coming back.

I'm working on it!

[adidasss]

If you haven't heared bulgarian before watch The Terminal with Tom Hanks.He speaks bulgarian there.

And we were here long before the Russians :mad:
dear comrade...i've heard bulgarian....i'm from Croatia...so no need for the history lesson...i'm just telling you how things are...it's useless trying to explain the differences between various slavic languages....i would image it's the same deal to westerners as the various languages in china are to us....sure they're different to asians, but i'll be damned if i could tell the diference between mandarin and cantonese....

also, i think the lady in question was reffering to your english...undoubtedly you speak it with an accent....a bulgarian accent=croatian accent=russian accent...:D

[nebbit]

. I have had friends betray me, people hurt me, and I've got this huge issue and fear of people leaving me and never coming back.

I'm working on it!

Thanks for sharing with us Ash, I am glad you are working on trusting people, there are some good trustworthy people out there. :yup:

[SpoOkY]

I also don't pretend this will be nothing short of terribly boring.

:nope: It was really cool to read. You've lived a huge life Ash, so much has happened to you it's unbelievable! It sounds so wild and everchanging which is a pretty big contrast to my life (which I'll write up sometime soon) because while a lot has happened to me I always had a stable base to exist on (family + friends support for most of my life). Thanks for being so honest :)

[ash_is_the_gal]

You've lived a huge life Ash

thats funny. thanks though for the compliments.

[SamsoniteDelilah]

If you haven't heared bulgarian before watch The Terminal with Tom Hanks.He speaks bulgarian there.

And we were here long before the Russians :mad:

Ok, I looked up where Bulgaria is, but knowing that doesn't affect how your typing sounds in my head. But now you sound like Tom Hanks in my head. :p I'm going to level with you, however: I thought he sounded Russian in Terminal.

It's like this: my ex once told me that to him, there are three kinds of flowers in the world: daisies, roses and azaleas. He knows what roses are, so a rose is a rose (including a rose by any other name). Anything on a shrub, he considered an azalea (including lilacs, magnolias, hundreds of flowers grow on shrubs. To him: they're all azaleas). Anything else? Daisies. A plant specialist would have a nervous breakdown over this. But all he was really saying is that he understands flowers only enough to break them down into three classifications. He wasn't attempting planticide, or insulting the sunflower or lily.

Nor do I mean any offense in saying your typed "voice" sounds one way or another to me. In the way that you could probably not tell a Tennessee accent from a Georgia one from a North Carolina one, I find it difficult to distinguish a Bulgarian accent from Russian... which might actually be relatively similar, given that Bulgaria was a Soviet People's Republic until 1990, no?

At any rate, it's interesting how this site attracts people from all over the place, and really cool. There are a couple of sites linked to mofo that allow people to post samples of their voices. I'd love to hear yours at some point. :)

[adidasss]

omg sammy...i think you need to delete that part about Bulgaria being a part of the Soviet union...i think B here might have a fit...;)

[SamsoniteDelilah]

omg sammy...i think you need to delete that part about Bulgaria being a part of the Soviet union...i think B here might have a fit...;)
:devil:

[Sleezy]

In the way that you could probably not tell a Tennessee accent from a Georgia one from a North Carolina one

WHAT?!

Rabble rabble rabble! :mad:

[adidasss]

i can devide my life into 4 very specific periods:

1982-1991 - blissfull , worry-free childhood in a communist country, my memories flooded with nothing but sunny skies, bad hair-doos and cheesy pop songs.... an endless summer...

1991-1996 - all hell breaks loose in 91', the war has started and instead of sunny skies, my memory is now filled with images of stiff, mutilated dead bodies that are flooding the tv screens, random air raids, running to the improvised bomb shelters ( nothing dramatic happened though, luckily i live on an island, the war was fought on the mainland. the air rades were just a precautionary measure, the yugoslav MiG's were bombing the bridge that connects our island with the mainland ). new words intorduced in my vocabulary: MiG's, Kalashnikov's, WBR's, sloughter, rape, sniper, refugees....in 95' it all ended in a glorious victory, my brother came back home from the war alive and well...we can breathe easy once more....
the lowest period in my family's history, everything we had before the war was lost, no more tourists, no more money...but we got by somehow....somewhere along the line we started a business, a hardware store....

1996-2004 - in 96' i leave home to go to highschool and live with my sisters...life gets better, i'm not arround my father anymore. i get stoned and drunk on a regular basys and act as a buffer for my sisters who can't stand each other...still, even with the constant fighting, it beats being back home. random visits from my father turn me into a nervous wreck . 2001, the worst year of my life probably, my sister loses a friend in a freak accident at sea, my family doesn't responde as they should, i'm stuck in the middle...on the verge of a nervous breakdown...we survive...

2004-to present day - my sisters finish college and go home, i'm alone in my flat...and finally i can exhale.....i'm the happiest i've ever been...noone bothers me, no fighting, no problems...just me, peace and quiet...:)
2006-i finally muster up the strenght to come out to two of my sisters ( the ones i've been living with ), they respond well...my life gets even better.......:):)

[Bill]

Here's my life story-

I was born in 1992, On October 21. My parents did not know I was deaf until '94. I got into movies in '97 or '98. I didn't have any friends at school, so I was a rebel, a loner.
In 2002, a year after 9/11, I was freaking afraid of flying on planes.
In 2003, I went to a new school and moved in a new house where I got my own room.

In 2006, Here am I.


The End.

[adidasss]

Here's my life story-

I was born in 1992, On October 21. My parents did not know I was deaf until '94. I got into movies in '97 or '98. I didn't have any friends at school, so I was a rebel, a loner.
In 2002, a year after 9/11, I was freaking afraid of flying on planes.
In 2003, I went to a new school and moved in a new house where I got my own room.

In 2006, Here am I.


The End.
how can someone not have friends at school?

[SamsoniteDelilah]

Here's my life story-

I was born in 1992, On October 21. My parents did not know I was deaf until '94. I got into movies in '97 or '98. I didn't have any friends at school, so I was a rebel, a loner.
In 2002, a year after 9/11, I was freaking afraid of flying on planes.
In 2003, I went to a new school and moved in a new house where I got my own room.

In 2006, Here am I.


The End.
Why the travel?

[Iroquois]

Born - late one March night in 1990.

Went to one school in 1996. Left at the end of 1999.

Went to my current school in 2000. Still going as of writing (2006).

Have spent most of my life being the token oddball. Have polished up this approach to become a popular oddball.

Currently waste my life away on a variety of media while supposedly getting an education.

My life is good.

[Elaine]

Born on 2 February 1989.

Went to 4 different schools and left the last school, a economic school, on Wednesday.

I will stárt a training as tax adviser on 1 August.

I'm a still and friendly person. The most of my last two years I spent with my friends, in front of my PC and books and in the cinema.

[jcjd]

Born January 1st, 1982
an honor student in gradeschool till junior high...then became a rebel in my senior high..started cutting classes, cheating and not gong to school at all....
worked a lot after graduating from HS...learned smoking & drinking.
i got hooked on the internet, studied web development and now i am into web marketing. my boss sucks and im cursing him to death....LoL.

met my girlfriend last year and i quit smoking and drinking, good for me.

people think its odd because i fall for the same sex...
im inlove with my lesbian girlfriend and we planned to get marry someday. we're living together and my parents know nothing about it.
i never had a boyfriend...really...

my life is kinda helter-skelter but im soo happy every single day.

[adidasss]

Born January 1st, 1982
an honor student in gradeschool till junior high...then became a rebel in my senior high..started cutting classes, cheating and not gong to school at all....
worked a lot after graduating from HS...learned smoking & drinking.
i got hooked on the internet, studied web development and now i am into web marketing. my boss sucks and im cursing him to death....LoL.

met my girlfriend last year and i quit smoking and drinking, good for me.

people think its odd because i fall for the same sex...
im inlove with my lesbian girlfriend and we planned to get marry someday. we're living together and my parents know nothing about it.
i never had a boyfriend...really...

my life is kinda helter-skelter but im soo happy every single day.
people only find homosexuality odd in backward places...and i think odd isn't be the word they use...

[jcjd]

yeah..but we dont care...we're happy and we love each other..that's the most important thing. :)

[nebbit]

yeah..but we dont care...we're happy and we love each other..that's the most important thing. :)

Good for you :D