Month: January 2012

The Fangirl Phenomena


Fangirls are typically ages 12 -18, or as The New York Times put it, “old enough to be culturally aware but not old enough to second-guess themselves.”  Mostly from suburban middle-class homes, they have the time and the disposable income to devote to their chosen stars. It may start as a crush or admiration, but what these girls end up being are the best publicists any celebrity could hope for. They will spread accolades all over the media free of charge. And to top it all off, they (or rather, their parents) will fund an artist’s big fat paycheck just by purchasing everything they put out on the market.

I think POP culture need fangirl too to expand their popularity, history write such Beatles, Elvis, MJ, then on modern era  Justin Bieber, or K-POP phenomenom fangirl. it’s okay,This part was another stage for girl to reach maturity and Grown Up. What distinguishes a fangirl from the average fan are unrivaled displays of devotion and a willingness to spend countless hours and dollars paying homage to those they love. And how long they saw themselves being active fans, maybe until their busy with their own life and no time for blabery fandom WAR and wasting time on fantasy that never exist

usually the response for fandom that was expected from fangirls, something along the lines of :

‘OMG HOW OLD IS HE? I WANNA FAP TO HIM KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE’

‘HE IS SO HAWT, I FEEL WET DOWN THERE KEKEKEKEKE’

‘OMG  OPPA SO HANDSOME, WTF

OMO…..HE SO CUTE, I WANNA PINCH HIM

‘PLEASE COME TO MY COUNTRY, I WUF U

The Internatio­nal Child Abuser Awards.


RAMALLAH, Jan 23 (Reuters) – A 21-year-old Palestinian woman has told authorities she was locked in a bathroom for the past decade by her father, who let her out only in the dead of night so she could clean their house.

“People are monsters,” Baraa Melhem said her father would tell her, according to a social worker dealing with the case.

Palestinian police said on Monday they freed Melhem from the small bathroom of a home in the West Bank city of Qalqilya on Saturday after an anonymous tip.

Her father, who holds Israeli citizenship, was arrested and handed over to Israeli authorities. He is due to appear in an Israeli court on Wednesday, an Israeli police spokesman said.

Melhem told Voice of Palestine radio that when she was 11, her father confined her to the toilet and did not allow her to go to school or see her mother, whom he had divorced.

She was beaten with a baton and metal wires and given only one blanket to keep her warm, said the social worker, Hala Shreim.

“The bathroom was only 1-1/2 meters big, it was like a cell,” Shreim said.

According to a statement issued by Palestinian police, the father, citing a “family dispute”, admitted to locking up his daughter and feeding her mainly bread.

Melhem told Voice of Palestine that her father used to shave her hair and her eyebrows, and allowed her to shower only once a month. He would let her out of the bathroom every night at 1 a.m. to clean the house until 4 a.m., she added.

Melhem’s father, the social worker said, often encouraged his daughter to commit suicide.

“Her only consolation was a radio which kept her connected to the world,” Shreim said.

The young woman has now been reunited with her mother.

“She told me that she loves life and has to live,” Shreim quoted Melhem as saying.

(Reporting By Jihan Abdalla; Editing by Myra MacDonald)
sorce : http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/01/23/baraa-melhem-palestine-woman-locked-bathroom_n_1224194.html

my opinion in here Women in Middle East always torture by Men, they don’t have freedom. Culture and wrong analitic of Faith gift green light for this case to happen. Come on, this is 2012, FREEDOM TO ALL WOMAN NO MATTER WHERE WE ARE FROM,POWER TO US LIBERATED WOMEN OF THIS MILLENIUM.

tears in the rain


still walking the same road i feel so old

but still its the first tear that stings so much

you dont want to know the things my minds touched

but if theres one thing cruel life does teach you

its that time doesnt wait it does not stop

and there goes that last tear…. but youve forgot

your still in the rain and will always feel pain

PAIN by Naomi evans



The belt, it’s hard cold lash of the buckle end has me this time.

i had felt it tear open the some of the skin of the back of my spine.

how it all hurt so badly, i could taste blood as my teeth bit harder into my cheeks as i ran into the bathroom and hid away from my mom.

locking the door quickly i turn out the light and curl up in a ball, then begin to let out all the tears. i wanted to scream for help as her fists started to pound and break down on the door.

i wanted badly to end all of my pain.

i remember staying in my own bathroom hidden for days..
fear filled my heart ever since i grew up with child abuse.

i now live with post-traumatic disorder, depression, and bulimia.

i wish life was normal for me.. this, is only one of the many, many memories that haunts me. i lay awake in my bed until i cry myself to sleep.

Deaths in the the family by Roxann reese


When i was ten years old, i found my mother dead in her bed. we were living in a small apartment in the project section of charleston, sc on beaufain street. the year was 1965. i had two younger sisters that lived there with me and my mother, jackie. my parents had recently divorced and we lost our nice home to go and live in the apartment. i liked it there because the fighting between my parents was terrible when they were together. i was too young at the time to realize how much my mother still loved my father. he had found someone new and no longer wanted his family.since i have grown up, i found out that the new woman did not want a man with child support payments or with children that still wanted to be a part of his life. the night before i found my mother, he was supposed to come and visit her to talk. she put me and my sisters to bed early. the next morning, all of the windows and shades were pulled down and our bedroom door was shut. i awoke to my smallest sister crying, so, i went to get my mother up. she was cold and hard. i called my beloved granny and she sent the police.

i don’t remember much about the days that followed,but, i soon realized that my father was suspected of killing her and he wanted nothing to do with me or my sisters. he took my two small sisters over 100 miles away to live with his parents and i , somehow got to my granny’s house. we were at the breakfast table one morning, a few months later and my granny fell over into my lap. she had had a massive stroke and died.

my father had to come and get me because noone else wanted to keep me. i had to go and stay with him and his new wife and her son. they began to fight because of my presence and it wasn’t long before they separated. she left him. he was very upset by this and continued to try and see her. she filed a complaint and had him committed somehow, for thirty days. i stayed with an aunt and uncle during that time. the day he got out he began to go to church and try to convince her to talk to him. he had been out for a few days when he took me to church with him one night, then brought me back to my aunt’s house and left to go and visit his wife. it was about 4:30 the next morning when i heard the phone ring. i heard my aunt tell my uncle that my father was dead. his wife had shot and killed him.

after his funeral, my other grandmother decided that she could not keep both of my sisters because she was to old to keep two small children. my uncle, who was my father’s only brother, decided to keep me and my middle sister. his wife did not like this idea and she had no problem making this known to us. she hated us and treated us like dogs.our lives were miserable. i ran away when i was 16.

my life after that was a series of disasters. i lived in a violent marriage for over twenty years. i did have 5 beautiful children. my second marriage wasn’t a good one either. there was no physical violence,but, there was no love either.

my children are all grown now and i have wonderful grandchildren,but, the pain that started for me in childhood has , and still does effect me. i would love to go back to charleston and spend some time with my sisters because i love them so much and i love charleston. i have been in north carolina since i ran away at 16. i need to go and look up old newspapers and see what i can find out about my mother’s death and visit her grave as well as my father’s and granny’s.,but, mostly, i want to spend some time with my sisters and try to heal.

i am disabled now,but, i can still walk. i have let all of the trajedy control my whole life. i have never had money. i usually have enough to pay monthly bills,but, not much more. one day i hope i can somehow save enough before i die, to go back. i just know that one night we were three little girls that lived with our mother and had wonderful times with our granny,and the next morning our world turned upside down. this story has haunted me all of my life and i would like for our happy ending to finally start to happen.

life by kristtie buck


When i was little my parents argued all the time. sometimes worse than others.. there were noghts were i didnt know where we would be sleeping that night. i remember nights where my mom would make us leave at three in the morningg and wuld walk and just walk and none of us knew where we were really going. my dad was crazyy.. messed on meth and an alchoholic. there was a time i remember very welll… too well and id rather not remember. my dad had tried to kill my mom… and me. i was sitting on her lap and he was pointing a gun at her and a grabbed her face and yelled no. his exact words: you think thats gonna stop me? i’ll shoot you too. as a daughter at such a youn age then i culdnt understand why a father would be doing somethin like that too his family. hes supposed to care and be protective of everything his daughter does.. but he didnt care at all… hes not in my life now. hasnt been for such a long time. my mom finally decided that being scared wasnt an option and left him when i was probably around 6. and i havent seen him since. im 16 now. its been 10 long years. hes never made and effort to see or talk to me. holidays pass and birthdays come and go. nothing. he was crazy and so mean.. but there is still a piece of me that wants too see him so bad and wants to talk too him. we moved away from that town toget away from all the bad memories. but every now and then i have a nightmare where he finds me and kills me. and it scares me. and he thought of being home alone scares me so much. i just wish he could have been a father. and that i couldve been daddys little girl..