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Post by The Observer on Oct 12, 2006 19:19:22 GMT -5
Sure, I would be honored.
You'll find I actually have a thing about names. I am slightly obsessed about them. That is one reason that I don't like English sometimes, names in English have lost thier meanings. I adore cultures where there is a right of passage into adulthood (for boys and girls) where someone who knows you intimatly, perhaps even better than you know yourself at times, gives you a name. And that name has meaning and purpose. There is great power in names, and I am still seeking my own.
Oh, and if you ever want a name with meaning in a particular language, I might be able to help. I've done a lot of research and have a small database as well as links to much larger databases.
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Post by Emily on Oct 12, 2006 19:22:28 GMT -5
*raises hand* I'd love one . Well perhaps when I can come up with a meaning which has some emotional and spiritual value, I'd be filled with gratitude if you could help I'm going to edit my sig. (thanks ^^) and go to sleep now... *falls asleep on desk*
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Post by The Observer on Oct 12, 2006 19:28:05 GMT -5
Sleep well, if I knew you better, I'd give you a name myself. But to give a name I would have to know you very well. The name's meaning is only as deep as the knowledge of the one who gives it.
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Post by eakyra on Oct 12, 2006 20:23:52 GMT -5
For me? Really? ;D See, that is why I like other people to pick out my names, sometimes they suprise me with something wonderful and flattering. That, and there is no graceful way to ask for a name like "AngelEyes", it has to be given. That's the thing about names, true names, names that really describe you, can not be made. They can only be given, and given by someone who has seen you. So feel free to call me AngelEyes if you like. Or if you want, you could shorten it to AE (althouhg that has a bit of an A&E connotation ;D). I hope I don't sound self-centerd thouhg, if I ask why you chose that name. I'm very curious. I knew I should have used a quote. *slaps forhead* I meant for Fallen... Your OB.
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Post by The Observer on Oct 12, 2006 21:05:10 GMT -5
oops... *shrinks to about four inches tall* I feel kinda stupid. Maybe I should delete my reply. That's a little embarrassing now. It does fit fallen a lot better than me though, that's why I was so suprised when I saw it.
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Post by eakyra on Oct 13, 2006 0:37:56 GMT -5
Awe, no dont be. If I were to give you something like what I gave fallen... Mico. Its Latin for Bright, or Shine. To me thats just like what you are. You have a radiance about you that just seems to capture everyone. Especially me. You have one of the brightest souls i've ever known. I know, i've looked. Hope you like it. But I still like OB. But I also like Mico. Its cool.
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Post by Emily on Oct 13, 2006 4:26:19 GMT -5
Mico -- That's nice I didn't really want to say anything, in case it was for OB, (Or Mico, but I think that's your's Eaky XD) Angel Eyes. Cuteh
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Post by Emily on Oct 13, 2006 10:50:15 GMT -5
Walked into the Doctor's office again, and had a needle jabbed into my arm, to take out some blood for testing. I really don't understand people's phobia's about needles. I just didn't look, and felt a sharp scratch, and kept on looking out of the window. Eh well. The results will be back on monday, so they can tell us if I have a so and so or something or other, something to do with not enough antibodies in my blood stream. Should be exciting... Spent the day tidying my room - because Dad said I had to be up and about, but truth be told I was so shattered I collapsed into bed half way through and slept for another 5 hours. I'm pretty excited about going on Holiday at half - term. We're going to portugal to stay in my Auntie's Villa which should be pretty fun - we get a private swimming pool and jacuzzi, and hopefully it will be a bit warmer than here in England - although thankfully, not much chance of getting a tan. Another stack of homework came filing through the door today. Ugh... And I'm excited more than nervous about schools. I've had a pretty good day, and I'm feeling marginally better, which must be a positive sign. I'm going back to school on Monday, if everything goes to plan. And actually, I'm looking forward to it
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Post by Emily on Oct 14, 2006 17:14:07 GMT -5
And now something else has been brought into the subject. One which worries me. My parents will smile at me and say, "It's nothing to worry about, it's almost certainly, 100% going to happen, and anyway, you're too young to be worrying about money." Well actually no, that's not true. I've always been aware of financial situations in my family, ever since I was 7 years old. I thought that my 50p which was given to me once a week would make the world of difference, and that mummy would stop crying about the house, and it would make daddy come back at the weekends instead of working. But somehow, It didn't. Basically my parents were dumbasses when younger, and got given a large sum of money by my grandparents, which they spent on dumb things, and only invested a small amount of it by renovating the house they bought, and wasted the rest. So when I came along, I was spoiled like hell, until the money began to run low. They panicked, and borrowed. A lot. And 7 years on we were on the verge of going bankrupt, losing our wonderful home, possesions, family + friends. But this was the reality check I think they needed. Everything went back on track, and we're doing great now. We still have the mortgage on the house, which obviously my parents want to get rid of, but we have no debt at all. None. The whole family is now edgy on money, I don't get much allowance, etc etc. And then I sit and think to myself, 'why the hell am I complaining?' I am so lucky. SO lucky it's unbelievable. Every three seconds, somewhere in Africa, a kid dies from starvation. I have food - I have a bed, I have a house, I have a family that loves me, I have friends, I have possesions, I don't need possesions, but hey, they make life easier don't they? And anyway, boarding school costs a heck of a lot of money, from our point of view, and mum and dad want more than anything for me to go (if I'm ok with it) because of the oppertunities I will benefit from. And dad has a new company called Breeze - which is supposed to get us rich. But he said that about the past 5 companies he's taken on. None of them have been hugely successful. He quit his job as an accoutant which was succesful, but even so he wanted a change. And now something else has happened. Which they aren't telling me about I don't know what to think or what to say. Petty, petty things. But they bother and worry me. Greatly.
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Post by The Observer on Oct 14, 2006 19:57:22 GMT -5
I am sorry that your family is having money troubles, but I am greatly heartened to hear your story too. It is wonderful that you understand how fortunate you are, and that money, although it may worry you at times, does not consume you. If you ask me, it was worth your family going throuhg that if the result was your surrent attidtude about wealth and possesion. You see, you would not have learned or truly understood haw fortunate you are if you had not gone throuhg troulbes. Understandig gained through suffering. I am quite happy for you, and I do hope things work out.
I hope that your blood tests go well also. I'm glad that you don't fear needles, I don't either, but some people really freak out. I suppose I just got used to it. I have my blood drawn at least once a week, and every month they draw about five vials and take a whole lot other samples. I'm with you on the strange nervousness for test results. Hang in there! It'll be over soon.
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Post by eakyra on Oct 14, 2006 22:42:14 GMT -5
So whats the other thing that worries you?
Everything will be fine. Just keep saying that. ;D
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Post by Emily on Oct 17, 2006 11:38:46 GMT -5
(Eaky, and OB, thanks - you both make me smile when I read your posts ) Mum came home and cried today. I sat twisting and squirming up in my room, hearing her wail to my Dad, about this new job she has, as a teacher. She wasn't crying about money, or anything revolving or concerning herself (excluding the stress), but she was crying for the children she teaches. (Yes, she is emotional. She cried when she watched Bambi. Well, more different, but still) (She is a primary school teacher, and her current class ages are 9 years old) Most of them come from quite nice backgrounds, but their parents neglect them, although not through money or items, but love. Parents, who are so involved with jobs or older/younger siblings, favourtism overwrites normal life, and Mum is digging up the problems, and has to sort them out. She is an incredibly fair person, I should know, because of my younger sister, and none of us is favouritised, all though it saddens me when it happens in other cases. I've tried to tell her, that although it IS important to care for the children, and sort things out, but not to let their problems take over her own life, and not sort out her own problems. Like why this little boy today was causing a ruckuss, and interrupting at every possible moment, and attention seeking non -stop. Mum called him back when the others went for lunch, and talked to him, which ended up in the little boy wailing away about how his parents ignore him. They all sit down together at meal times, but talk about his sister's job, and the car. And he gets ignored, and sent to his room to go play on a game. Ok, space is important, but because he is deprived of attention at home, he goes way overboard and disrrupts the whole lesson, because he craves attention. But he's lucky compared to some. It makes me want to weep when I hear some of the stories my mum tells me, in confidence I will not tell anyone I know. Like a little reception girl (5 years old) had a cuddle with my Mum, when she was asking her what was wrong. 'Well my mummy isn't very nice to me...' She replied. 'What does she do?' 'She smacks me and calls me a stupid Bitch, and that she wishes I was never born. And she called me a s--t this morning because I woke her up for Breakfast'. FIVE years old. --------- UGh. I've been whittering. I guess I get so caught up, I type for ages. I don't have anyone at the moment I can tell my true feelings to, or just have a chat with. I have tons of friends, all unique. Some which have a shoulder to cry on (with happiness, laughter, or joy) Some just to chat to, Some who are close, Some to hang around with, Some to shop with, Some to just hug, Some to play music with... Etc. I just find myself longing at times for an exceptionally close friend. One I can talk to about everything...
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Post by eakyra on Oct 17, 2006 13:01:32 GMT -5
*tears up*
Thats horrible! Omg I wish there was something I could do. It just makes me so sad. Another thing to add to my "save the world" list. I just cant even think...
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Post by Emily on Oct 18, 2006 13:32:09 GMT -5
*Takes a run up and jumps off nearest cliff to plunge to hopefully quick and painless death*
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Post by eakyra on Oct 18, 2006 16:02:23 GMT -5
*grows wings and saves Missy* Everythings ok now. Ok?
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