Marriage                              

   A wedding in Bogodogo       Cautionary Tale
  •        SOMEDAY MY PRINCESS WILL COME  ZEYAD
  •       I hate you             Mimz
  •          Tales of an Ass       R
  •        I DO   Mr Highlander
  •        He called her a cunt        miss Carnivorous 

 

DM Shiite seeks VGL SF for love   ZEYAD
November 26 2007


                SOMEDAY MY PRINCESS WILL COME. BUT WHAT IF SHE IS A SUNNI?        ZEYAD


That told me that she is Sunni, and that her relatives had been driven from their homes in the sectarian "cleansing" that has swept most Baghdad neighborhoods.

Early problems.

We'd been on the phone only a few minutes and already there was a potential glitch in our relationship. Suddenly, I realized the problems of trying to court someone in a Sunni neighborhood. First, I would have to win over her parents, convincing them I was OK despite being divorced and a Shiite. Then, I would have to bring my Shiite parents into a Sunni district to meet their potential in-laws and convince them they would not fall into the hands of sectarian killers along the way.

I dialed the other numbers. All were Sunni girls except for two Shiites, neither of whom tempted me. In the following days, I kept in phone contact with four of the Sunni callers, including Huda and another woman, whom I will call Rana.

Huda and I became friends, but my relationship with Rana became more serious. One day, after many phone conversations, Rana said she wanted to meet me. She said she had fallen in love with the sound of my voice. We arranged to meet at a busy market in her mainly Sunni neighborhood. In keeping with Iraqi social custom, I agreed not to speak to her. We would only look at each other and decide whether our phone chemistry translated into physical attraction.

I was happy, but nervous. What if our romance blossomed but her parents later rejected me? I dreaded becoming attached to someone, only to be forced to say goodbye because of her family's feelings. I urged Rana to talk to her family before the meeting, due to take place in a few days, and explain that I was divorced and Shiite. She agreed.

The next day, I did not hear from Rana. This was odd.

A couple of days later, she called. She was angry and sad.

Just as I feared, her family had vetoed her plans to meet me. For once, though, it was not because I am divorced. It was because I am Shiite.

"I asked my mom, 'What do you think about the Shiites?' " Rana told me. "Her answer was that she used to hate them, but now she hates them triply." The war had turned her mother's heart against people like me.

I am still in touch with a couple of the girls I met through the Venus channel, including Huda. They have become good friends. Maybe one day I will send another message to the Venus channel to try to meet someone new. For now, though, I'll just watch other people's messages scroll across the screen.

Wednesday, May 30, 2007                I hate you             Mimz


I hate you.
Let me rephrase that - UGHH… YOU ANNOY ME SO MUCH AND I HATE YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING!!!!

I don't know why I have to put up with your crap... this has been going on for such a long time now I just need to let it out.. I need to be able to breathe again.. properly without you suffocating my every inhale and exhale!!


I'm guessing right now you're thinking "man, where did all this come from?"..

I'm unfolding it all. Right now.

I don't know what you take me for. You think I don't notice your extremely obnoxious behavior? Your uncalled for hints and remarks? Your frequent lies? Your always wanting to be the center of attention? Your constant attempts to screw me over, to make me jealous, to ruin my relationships with my friends and loved ones, to mess my life up?


You were always intending to hurt me… and you've always succeeded at it.
And every single time that you triumphed and I lost, it felt like someone has just stuck a knife deep through my heart… but you know what, moments later I let it go, just because I don't like to rock the boat.

And the next day the cycle continues… and I let it.
How naive of me.
Why do you always do this to me?

The thing is, when you do it it's always so obvious. I can always see what you're doing. You may be able to deceive every other person in the room, but you can't deceive me.


Sometimes I get homicidal urges. When you talk and I'm forced to listen, I wish I had a gun to shoot your brains out so you can shut up. Great riddance. For everyone.

And sometimes I just think, why do I sweat it so much? I mean you're nothing. You're nobody. I shouldn't let you get to me. You must've had some serious issues growing up… Actually I should be concerned for you.

Other times when I see you… I see you pass by… walking toward my way… I wish I had some razor-sharp blades on me. To mess your face up and leave you disfigured, for life. That would be the end of the world for you… I know that for sure.
Or better yet, blades that have been used over a hundred times so they're not so sharp anymore. So it hurts even more when I mess you up… and afterwards I can pour a whole jug of lemon juice mixed with five whole bags of salt on your bleeding face.
You arrogant, good-for-nothing, thoughtless, self-seeking, insensitive, self-absorbed, inconsiderate little …..
I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU.
 Mimz

                                                                               

                                                                                             Tales of an Ass   

 R
I've just been reading the Family Law column in today's edition of the Daily Nation. It is enough to cause you to sink into a depression.

If you are a woman.

And maybe even, if you are the right kind of man.

Women cannot confer citizenship on their spouses. So if you marry a foreigner who wants to become a Kenyan citizen, he will have to jump through all the same hoops that everyone else applying for Kenyan citizenship has to jump through.

Men on the other hand, can confer citizenship. Surprise, surprise, I know.

Women can also not confer citizenship on their children. That means that if you are born in Kenya of a Kenyan mother and a foreign father, you are not a Kenyan citizen until you apply for and are granted Kenyan citizenship.

It goes without saying that a man can confer citizenship on his children.

So be sure to specifically direct your gratitude for your Kenyan citizenship toward your father because apparently, your mother had nothing to do with it.

Also, a widow who gets life interest in her husband's property after he dies (she can profit from it but cannot sell it without going to court) forfeits that life interest when she remarries. Of course a widower who gets life interest in his wife's property when she dies does not lose it if he remarries. What An African Woman Thinks

 

Sunday, October 28, 2007                  I DO     Highlander


The Future of Marriage: "I do" Mr Highlander !

Since I spend most of my time in some way or another online, whether for work or pleasure, it looks more and more like this will be how I will get married one day :P






Translation:

" do you accept him as a spouse?

yes - no- cancel "

miss Carnivorous                     He called her a cunt

Tuesday, October 07, 2008  

The theory of feminist relativity.

My neighbor has been having major girlfriend trouble. The girlfriend has been keeping everyone in the cottage court awake with her antics.
I can hear everything that goes on in the cottage next to me.The girlfriend is doing that crazy intense stuff. Like getting up in the middle of the night and going to sleep on the sofa, because she wants attention and her boyfriend has the nerve to sleep, instead of paying attention to her, at 2 am.
So the neighbor gets up and innocently asks her why she is on the sofa and then boom, insane, nutso, psycho!!!
She attacks him verbally, she attacks him physically. She bites him and throws his stuff against the wall. She breaks glasses. He wrestles her out of the house and she comes right back in like the terminator, 4 times. He is squealing like a stuck pig.
She screams "I hope you fucking die! I hope you fucking die!" about a hundred times.
This goes on for hours and hours. Just when she's winding down, she gets going again. Just when we are falling asleep, we are woken again. Everytime she wrestles him into the kitchen, and he squeals, I fear she has stabbed him.
A day later, she was at it again. At 4 am.
One of the lesbian neighbors went over the first night and told them to break it up or she'd call the police. It didn't work, the girlfriend continued to behave in a psycho way for a few hours more.
The next day the lesbian neighbor told me that she could not take it. "He called her a cunt," she complained.
"Wait a minute I said, she was being a cunt. She was screaming, "I hope you fucking die!" Telling someone you want them to die is worse than calling them a cunt. Not only that, but she was physically attacking him. She was biting him and breaking his stuff."
Lesbian neighbor just shook her head.
Whenever the girlfriend walks down our communal walkway Devil Dawg growls, low, because he really doesn't want to tangle with her, but he can't help himself.

 

 

 

 

 


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