Date: Sun, 28 Aug 2005 00:34:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: "Sasha Harris" sashaharris2003@yahoo.com
Subject: Re: Sorry
To: XXXX
Hi XXXX
Thanks.
The funeral was today. Janene and I are gonna take the girls up to Big Bear Lake and hide out there for awhile. I figure we will come home in about a week.
I could use the escape from Pete too....
Life really stinks at the moment.
I keep thinking what if Patrick commited suicide? What if he was killed or murdered?
We are all left with so many questions. Poor Liv, they are making it sound like he was all alone in this world with nobody that cared. It's not unusual for them to go days at a time without contact when she is on the road.
Anyway I'll email you when I get home. Hope you are coping all right at this time, too.
Love
Sasha
Funeral was for poor Sasha's dad-oh the drama. Pete was Sasha husband, who she later divorced. This is a good one-Sasha is speaking of Patrick, Olivias Patrick who went missing. As if the situation wasn't awful enough, Lissa is playing on it.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Could This Reflect A Part Of Lissa's Past? No Boyfriends, Freak etc.
Date: Sat, 2 Apr 2005 11:56:40 +1000 (EST)
From: "Nikkohlina" nikkohlina@yahoo.com.au
Subject: Re: Goodnight
To:
Dearest XXXXX
Ok. I'll let you buy me a cake, but it is not at all what I meant for you to do.
Boarding school was never a happy place for me.I was teased and treated like a freak because I wasn't allowed home on holidays. I wasn't allowed priviledges the others got because my parents told the nuns that I was trouble at home, and needed a firm hand with no treats. Basically I attended classes, went to mass (which being a non-Catholic I never understood) and did homework. I also helped in the school dining room, setting tables and clearing up after meals. I never got to go to school dances or such things either. It was nearly 10 years of my life. I was allowed music classes and ballet lessons though. I had to earn my own ballet classes (I started around 12) by cleaning the dance studio floor and mirrors.
Boyfriends were absolutely out of the question, until I was about 17 and met a boy that I thought was nice and liked me. Turns out it was all on a bet, and once he convinced me to have sex with him, I was dumped. He got $50 from his friends and the chance to ruin my reputation at school. I was in disgrace, and during my last year of school, I was kept on a tighter rein.
Once I finished school, I was told to move out of home--somewhere I had never really even had a chance to live in. At one stage, my family moved to a new house and didn't tell me where. By then I was really struggling to live in a very very tiny cramped flat and hold down a job to pay for it. I used to wait tables and clean houses in order to survive. It was that or I would end up on the streets. I used to imagine that my flat was a really nice one with pretty things and nice furniture, but in reality it was like a really sleazy motel--lumpy bed, a hotplate to cook on and a horrible looking bathroom.I didn't even have a couch and the table was this tiny thing with two beat up chairs.Looking at my living conditions, one would never ever guess that I came from a priviledged family and had the title "Lady".Once I got a job as a musician (I was about 24 I think), things got easier by at least a little bit.
I'm not telling you this to make you feel bad for me.I just think it's important that you know things about me--good or bad. I don't have a problem discussing it, and the reason I never really have is because you have never really asked.
I am going to go and sit on the verandah for a little while and get some fresh air. Max is making us some lunch as I write.
I will email again tomorrow. Have a lovely day cherie.
Affectueusement
Nikki
From: "Nikkohlina" nikkohlina@yahoo.com.au
Subject: Re: Goodnight
To:
Dearest XXXXX
Ok. I'll let you buy me a cake, but it is not at all what I meant for you to do.
Boarding school was never a happy place for me.I was teased and treated like a freak because I wasn't allowed home on holidays. I wasn't allowed priviledges the others got because my parents told the nuns that I was trouble at home, and needed a firm hand with no treats. Basically I attended classes, went to mass (which being a non-Catholic I never understood) and did homework. I also helped in the school dining room, setting tables and clearing up after meals. I never got to go to school dances or such things either. It was nearly 10 years of my life. I was allowed music classes and ballet lessons though. I had to earn my own ballet classes (I started around 12) by cleaning the dance studio floor and mirrors.
Boyfriends were absolutely out of the question, until I was about 17 and met a boy that I thought was nice and liked me. Turns out it was all on a bet, and once he convinced me to have sex with him, I was dumped. He got $50 from his friends and the chance to ruin my reputation at school. I was in disgrace, and during my last year of school, I was kept on a tighter rein.
Once I finished school, I was told to move out of home--somewhere I had never really even had a chance to live in. At one stage, my family moved to a new house and didn't tell me where. By then I was really struggling to live in a very very tiny cramped flat and hold down a job to pay for it. I used to wait tables and clean houses in order to survive. It was that or I would end up on the streets. I used to imagine that my flat was a really nice one with pretty things and nice furniture, but in reality it was like a really sleazy motel--lumpy bed, a hotplate to cook on and a horrible looking bathroom.I didn't even have a couch and the table was this tiny thing with two beat up chairs.Looking at my living conditions, one would never ever guess that I came from a priviledged family and had the title "Lady".Once I got a job as a musician (I was about 24 I think), things got easier by at least a little bit.
I'm not telling you this to make you feel bad for me.I just think it's important that you know things about me--good or bad. I don't have a problem discussing it, and the reason I never really have is because you have never really asked.
I am going to go and sit on the verandah for a little while and get some fresh air. Max is making us some lunch as I write.
I will email again tomorrow. Have a lovely day cherie.
Affectueusement
Nikki
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Monday, July 2, 2007
How LOW Lissa Daly will go
This, above all else, is what angers me the most. She involved my daughter. I can't imagine a woman with children of her own could even fathom doing something like this to an innocent child.
Date: Tue, 26 Apr 2005 12:57:08 +1000 (EST)
From: "Nikkohlina" nikkohlina@yahoo.com.au
Subject: Re: from XXXXXXX
To: XXXXXX
Dearest XXXXXX
The clarinet! Well, that sounds like it might be fun! I can't play the clarinet. I can play a violin (THAT is my favourite!), the cello (which looks like a giant violin but it rests on the floor between your knees) and I can play the flute. Max plays the piano beautifully, and we have a lovely piano in the house. It has a lid that lifts up, and is called a Grand piano. (ours is actually a baby grand)
It sounds like you have been doing some interesting things at school.
Tell your mummy to take you to this page:
http://www.activityvillage.co.uk/australia_links.htm
Well I am going to have a little sleep now for awhile.
Love From
Nikki
X
Date: Tue, 26 Apr 2005 12:57:08 +1000 (EST)
From: "Nikkohlina" nikkohlina@yahoo.com.au
Subject: Re: from XXXXXXX
To: XXXXXX
Dearest XXXXXX
The clarinet! Well, that sounds like it might be fun! I can't play the clarinet. I can play a violin (THAT is my favourite!), the cello (which looks like a giant violin but it rests on the floor between your knees) and I can play the flute. Max plays the piano beautifully, and we have a lovely piano in the house. It has a lid that lifts up, and is called a Grand piano. (ours is actually a baby grand)
It sounds like you have been doing some interesting things at school.
Tell your mummy to take you to this page:
http://www.activityvillage.co.uk/australia_links.htm
Well I am going to have a little sleep now for awhile.
Love From
Nikki
X
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