She said his name …
And I, dreamy and non-chalant, never realized it’s the name I was meant to hear
And so she continued, as his name melted like Swiss chocolate on her lips
Was it the noise? Was it the people? I wasn’t listening
Who is he? Who cares?
What’s in a name?
What’s in his name?
She’s done talking and I’m done listening …
And I, forgot his name
She said his name …
And I, agreed with her … it is exotic … it is dreamy … he is dreamy
And so she continues, and as his name rolls off her tongue like a habit
I want his name to roll off my tongue …
The way she says his name, she can’t truly be his, can he truly be hers?
What’s that noise? My thoughts, my emotions?
Who cares? I do
Who is he? He is hers but not mine.
What do I do? Nothing …
She’s not done talking and I’m not done listening
And I say his name all the time
She said his name …
And I, excited and enthralled by this new found name and its meaning
And so she asked, and I answered and his name comes to me like a calling
What’s that noise? My heart pounding, my sweaty palms, the wind blowing
Who is he? He is who I want to be mine
Who cares? My entire universe
What do I do?
I speak his name
She’s listening and I continue talking
And now … I can’t stop saying his name
I say his name …
When I awake, when I fall asleep and everything in between
His name is the smile that draws itself on my face
His name is the rose color that colors my cheeks
His name is the flutter my eyelids makes
His name is the gleam in my eyes
His name is my Swiss chocolate I craved, and the habit I needed
What’s in a name?
What’s in his name?
… Everything
Monday, April 06, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
The Angry Lochaliya
In my "normal" life - the one that I lead that requires no anonymity, I have a good number of people who follow my work and would love to see what I come up with next.
However, in the blogging world, I am insignificant because there are so many out there who write better or even have a better story to tell.
It's been months! I believe 9 months to be exact since my last post which I did promise to update you but I never did. It wasn't a lie. I just wasn't so angry.
No, I didn't get married or have a baby. It's just been 9 months - not so much of bliss but loads of ups and downs.
Most of my posts are a way for me to vent out because I can't do it in normal circumstances and in the last couple of months, I have realized that I have a mountain list of things to vent out about so maybe I should use this forum to say what I feel.
Here it goes:
1. I h8 the fact the we (Dubai) claim to be a metropolitan and cosmopolitan city and yet cannot even produce world class calibre people.
2. All that glitters aint gold - that is for the real estate mambo jambo crap where the Dubai skyline is so glittery (on a non foggy day) yet they cannot provide access to people who have a handicap and do not care about the environment.
3. Brings me to the point of, why is it that the RTA was created 2 years ago - in 2007 - did we only start building roads in Dubai then?
4. People here can't drive worth of shit - two people to blame for this - people from the Indian subcontinent and WOMEN. I am a woman, but trust me, seeing some of the crap on the roads makes me wonder, did God make us without the driving chip?
5. I believe part of the reason for point 4 is that we teach people how to learn to drive on roads where the speedometer cannot go above 40 km/hr and then throw them out on to a highway where the speedlimit is 120 km/hr. It is about educating and we suck at it.
6. On education, what the hell does this Minister Haneef do? If they paid me half is salary which will still be less than what I am making now, I would still do a better and more efficient job.
7. I h8 how there is an amended law that prohibits us from seeking the truth when opening up the newspaper every morning. Everything is not rosy in sunny state Dubizz! In fact, it looks quite gloomy to me.
8. I h8 how many expatriates look at us Emiratis in the following ways:
a. The help me, you are local look!
b. The I h8 you locals because I want to be as rich as you look!
c. The I h8 you locals because you are so dumb - because I have worked for 20 years to be a manager and you worked only 2 look!
(on this above point - I will have to elaborate via a different post)
9. I h8 the fact that Emirati women have such little options to marry from. This is how I see it:
a. Eliminate anyone under 21
b. Eliminate anyone over 50
c. Eliminate non English men
d. Eliminate the mamas boys
e. Eliminate the show offs
f. Eliminate the gays
g. Eliminate the ones with small penises
h. Eliminates the liars, hypocrites, cheaters, bastards, etc.
And we are left with ... hmmm ... maybe 200 men! With no option to marry outsiders unless you are granted a special special from the Government or the Diwan (Sheikhs office).
Wow! Things are looking up for me. NOooooot!
10. The last thing I h8 is people who don't understand where I am coming from. Releasing thoughts is a good thing. For foreigners who read this and take it the wrong way, you are only hearing one girls point of view and many may disagree because they have a good story to tell - not that everything is rosy but still, it's not a bashing post. It's how I feel.
For the Emiratis or GCC Nationals who think I have no loyalty - well, let's see. I am willing to take a bullet for my country and I am willing to apologize and make mistakes because it is how we learn and grow up. If you can't do any of those, then you have no loyalty.
At the end, my loyalty is to Allah and my religion - no person or country's walls or boundaries define me.
I was made from nothing and I will go back to nothing
However, in the blogging world, I am insignificant because there are so many out there who write better or even have a better story to tell.
It's been months! I believe 9 months to be exact since my last post which I did promise to update you but I never did. It wasn't a lie. I just wasn't so angry.
No, I didn't get married or have a baby. It's just been 9 months - not so much of bliss but loads of ups and downs.
Most of my posts are a way for me to vent out because I can't do it in normal circumstances and in the last couple of months, I have realized that I have a mountain list of things to vent out about so maybe I should use this forum to say what I feel.
Here it goes:
1. I h8 the fact the we (Dubai) claim to be a metropolitan and cosmopolitan city and yet cannot even produce world class calibre people.
2. All that glitters aint gold - that is for the real estate mambo jambo crap where the Dubai skyline is so glittery (on a non foggy day) yet they cannot provide access to people who have a handicap and do not care about the environment.
3. Brings me to the point of, why is it that the RTA was created 2 years ago - in 2007 - did we only start building roads in Dubai then?
4. People here can't drive worth of shit - two people to blame for this - people from the Indian subcontinent and WOMEN. I am a woman, but trust me, seeing some of the crap on the roads makes me wonder, did God make us without the driving chip?
5. I believe part of the reason for point 4 is that we teach people how to learn to drive on roads where the speedometer cannot go above 40 km/hr and then throw them out on to a highway where the speedlimit is 120 km/hr. It is about educating and we suck at it.
6. On education, what the hell does this Minister Haneef do? If they paid me half is salary which will still be less than what I am making now, I would still do a better and more efficient job.
7. I h8 how there is an amended law that prohibits us from seeking the truth when opening up the newspaper every morning. Everything is not rosy in sunny state Dubizz! In fact, it looks quite gloomy to me.
8. I h8 how many expatriates look at us Emiratis in the following ways:
a. The help me, you are local look!
b. The I h8 you locals because I want to be as rich as you look!
c. The I h8 you locals because you are so dumb - because I have worked for 20 years to be a manager and you worked only 2 look!
(on this above point - I will have to elaborate via a different post)
9. I h8 the fact that Emirati women have such little options to marry from. This is how I see it:
a. Eliminate anyone under 21
b. Eliminate anyone over 50
c. Eliminate non English men
d. Eliminate the mamas boys
e. Eliminate the show offs
f. Eliminate the gays
g. Eliminate the ones with small penises
h. Eliminates the liars, hypocrites, cheaters, bastards, etc.
And we are left with ... hmmm ... maybe 200 men! With no option to marry outsiders unless you are granted a special special from the Government or the Diwan (Sheikhs office).
Wow! Things are looking up for me. NOooooot!
10. The last thing I h8 is people who don't understand where I am coming from. Releasing thoughts is a good thing. For foreigners who read this and take it the wrong way, you are only hearing one girls point of view and many may disagree because they have a good story to tell - not that everything is rosy but still, it's not a bashing post. It's how I feel.
For the Emiratis or GCC Nationals who think I have no loyalty - well, let's see. I am willing to take a bullet for my country and I am willing to apologize and make mistakes because it is how we learn and grow up. If you can't do any of those, then you have no loyalty.
At the end, my loyalty is to Allah and my religion - no person or country's walls or boundaries define me.
I was made from nothing and I will go back to nothing
Monday, June 23, 2008
Another 6 months
Once again ... I have failed in providing you with the latest in my life and thoughts ...
It's been 6 months ... but better late than never.
i recently came back to my blog and noticed some idiots who have posted idiotic comments ... it's not that I care. I just mentioned it so that I can say that I have proven my point and I am proud that I was able to do so ...
So what have I been upto?
Work and family which have been the center of my existence and honestly, I am exhausted ... exhausted to the core of my being ... I am in dire need of a good and relaxing holiday.
Tell me ... how have you all been?
Missing me for sure ;)
Until my next post ... Keep it real
It's been 6 months ... but better late than never.
i recently came back to my blog and noticed some idiots who have posted idiotic comments ... it's not that I care. I just mentioned it so that I can say that I have proven my point and I am proud that I was able to do so ...
So what have I been upto?
Work and family which have been the center of my existence and honestly, I am exhausted ... exhausted to the core of my being ... I am in dire need of a good and relaxing holiday.
Tell me ... how have you all been?
Missing me for sure ;)
Until my next post ... Keep it real
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Ana Emirati - an introduction to the male psyche
Hello fellow bloggers and readers,
Have you missed me? I sure have missed you. And I know I made promises that I never kept but the onset of 2008 has made me re evaluate my writing and you know what they say about girls who write and keep a record of it. "Good girls keep diaries; bad girls just go out and do IT"!
Well, at least that is my version of it.
So, what do I have in store for you? Let's see, there are so many things to cover but this one is dedicated to the Emirati men. Oh! The men of our beloved country who think they are the shit but have quite an arms length list of short comings.
Maybe some of these can be replicated on other Khaleeji men, but who I am to speak about them.
Plus, I am sure along the way, some weirdo with the nickname "Anonymous" is going to post some idiotic comment about me being lesbian or a feminist! If you really have the balls, show yourself.
(Cracking my knuckles and stretching my arms), here we go.
1. Emirati men will refer to themselves as LOCAL or "Ana Muwa6en" anywhere they go in the world. (the same applies for women of some sorts) but for some odd reason, its usually the men who embarrass us the most.
I'm sorry but Local of what country exactly? The last time I checked, this is the UAE unless we changed the name of the country to Local Arab Emirates.
2. Emirati men are bred in such a way whereby they are led to believe no matter how fat or ugly they are they will always get a women because of their family name, money or just for being plain stupid
3. When they are children, they experiment on beating, abusing, and sometimes even sexually molesting any animal or weaker creature to them such as cats, dogs, goats are a favorite fuck buddy, some have even developed a relationship with the abhorrent animals! Cats or birds usually get their tails chopped off, eyes poked out and thrown against a wall or anything else.
This by the way is a testament to how our men are such strong men! BARF!
Take them to fucking boxing ring, lets see how they fare then.
4. Previously, showing your penis to people meant you are a MAN! Nowadays, they have the sense that if their cocks are even smaller than their pea sized brains, they should keep in under covers.
5. The wizar - the white cloth tied around a mans waist under his kandoora (they dont wear any underwear at all) is used clean up anything! Such as:
a. Their snot if they sneeze
b. After they pee
c. After they cum
d. After the girl cums
e. After their goat cums
f. Sweat
g. Basically anything that is fluid based!
6. Emirati guys have no money! Seriously. As opposed to Qatar which has a lot more money than we do. Emirati men resort to taking ridiculously large amounts of loan from the bank to pay for the latest cars.
They drive around with 10 dirhams worth of petrol which they basically paid for by leaving their drivers lisence behind at the petrol station 2 minutes away from where they live. They then tell their house boys to go pay for the petrol and "mama will give you money back when your ma3ash comes out"
7. Most Emirati men will make no more than 30,000 AED per month until they die. This is because they believe since everything is giving them everything for free such as land, healthcare, the rest of their money can come through credit cards and loans and when they die, it is wiped away so no aspirations to make more money
8. Emirati men think "Hala Wallah", "Hala Sheikha", or anything that has a prefix of Hala is actually a good pick up line! They seriously think they are pimps and try their luck with anything that has a hole. Sometimes even men, sadly! These same men have gotten slapped, reported to the police, spat on and other derogatory things been done to them because of this trend.
9. Most Emirati men think that cruising up and down certain streets makes them well worthy of a boyfriend status. In their expensive, loaned cars, with their 10 dirhams a tank petrol.
10. These same men eat at mini cafeteria in the corner areas of Dubai with names such as "Jabal Al Noor" and "Cafeteria Antar" and order things like a jumbo shrimp sandwich which costs them 12 dirhams and comes with fries and the Bur Al Arab cocktail drink.
Then they get diarhoea!
11. Emirati men apparently cant fuck to save their lives. The reason for this is because they have no rhythm or dancing skills. Had they acquired these skills they would realize that not only their penises are small and purple looking but cannot function.
12. Which brings me to the dancing: moving your neck in a camel walking fashion while holding a stick is not dancing. Al Youla is a war dance not a fashion statement or the latest in hip hop dancing!
13. Having 20 white kandooras in a closet really does put a strain on your fashion sense, because never have I seen such ridiculous outfits than when an Emirati man puts on jeans/pants and shirt/tshirt. Everything is just so tight and the pants are elevated to the chest! And the hair partition is always to the side!
14. Not speaking English is condemned by Emirati females, however, speaking broken English is even worse. We are in 2008 - get into an English language program for Gods sake!
15. Your cousins and sisters are NOT virgins! Yes, so stop dissing the girls who don't wear abaya, or don't put a shayla on their head, or speak perfect English, or drive their own cars, travel alone without the embarrassing male companion, have their own businesses, or make more money than you.
I think I listed it all but there's room for more. Plus, I'm opening applications for a potential boyfriend/slash husband - if you are Emirati and don't fit any of the above listed, please contact me. I have hot friends too.
Have you missed me? I sure have missed you. And I know I made promises that I never kept but the onset of 2008 has made me re evaluate my writing and you know what they say about girls who write and keep a record of it. "Good girls keep diaries; bad girls just go out and do IT"!
Well, at least that is my version of it.
So, what do I have in store for you? Let's see, there are so many things to cover but this one is dedicated to the Emirati men. Oh! The men of our beloved country who think they are the shit but have quite an arms length list of short comings.
Maybe some of these can be replicated on other Khaleeji men, but who I am to speak about them.
Plus, I am sure along the way, some weirdo with the nickname "Anonymous" is going to post some idiotic comment about me being lesbian or a feminist! If you really have the balls, show yourself.
(Cracking my knuckles and stretching my arms), here we go.
1. Emirati men will refer to themselves as LOCAL or "Ana Muwa6en" anywhere they go in the world. (the same applies for women of some sorts) but for some odd reason, its usually the men who embarrass us the most.
I'm sorry but Local of what country exactly? The last time I checked, this is the UAE unless we changed the name of the country to Local Arab Emirates.
2. Emirati men are bred in such a way whereby they are led to believe no matter how fat or ugly they are they will always get a women because of their family name, money or just for being plain stupid
3. When they are children, they experiment on beating, abusing, and sometimes even sexually molesting any animal or weaker creature to them such as cats, dogs, goats are a favorite fuck buddy, some have even developed a relationship with the abhorrent animals! Cats or birds usually get their tails chopped off, eyes poked out and thrown against a wall or anything else.
This by the way is a testament to how our men are such strong men! BARF!
Take them to fucking boxing ring, lets see how they fare then.
4. Previously, showing your penis to people meant you are a MAN! Nowadays, they have the sense that if their cocks are even smaller than their pea sized brains, they should keep in under covers.
5. The wizar - the white cloth tied around a mans waist under his kandoora (they dont wear any underwear at all) is used clean up anything! Such as:
a. Their snot if they sneeze
b. After they pee
c. After they cum
d. After the girl cums
e. After their goat cums
f. Sweat
g. Basically anything that is fluid based!
6. Emirati guys have no money! Seriously. As opposed to Qatar which has a lot more money than we do. Emirati men resort to taking ridiculously large amounts of loan from the bank to pay for the latest cars.
They drive around with 10 dirhams worth of petrol which they basically paid for by leaving their drivers lisence behind at the petrol station 2 minutes away from where they live. They then tell their house boys to go pay for the petrol and "mama will give you money back when your ma3ash comes out"
7. Most Emirati men will make no more than 30,000 AED per month until they die. This is because they believe since everything is giving them everything for free such as land, healthcare, the rest of their money can come through credit cards and loans and when they die, it is wiped away so no aspirations to make more money
8. Emirati men think "Hala Wallah", "Hala Sheikha", or anything that has a prefix of Hala is actually a good pick up line! They seriously think they are pimps and try their luck with anything that has a hole. Sometimes even men, sadly! These same men have gotten slapped, reported to the police, spat on and other derogatory things been done to them because of this trend.
9. Most Emirati men think that cruising up and down certain streets makes them well worthy of a boyfriend status. In their expensive, loaned cars, with their 10 dirhams a tank petrol.
10. These same men eat at mini cafeteria in the corner areas of Dubai with names such as "Jabal Al Noor" and "Cafeteria Antar" and order things like a jumbo shrimp sandwich which costs them 12 dirhams and comes with fries and the Bur Al Arab cocktail drink.
Then they get diarhoea!
11. Emirati men apparently cant fuck to save their lives. The reason for this is because they have no rhythm or dancing skills. Had they acquired these skills they would realize that not only their penises are small and purple looking but cannot function.
12. Which brings me to the dancing: moving your neck in a camel walking fashion while holding a stick is not dancing. Al Youla is a war dance not a fashion statement or the latest in hip hop dancing!
13. Having 20 white kandooras in a closet really does put a strain on your fashion sense, because never have I seen such ridiculous outfits than when an Emirati man puts on jeans/pants and shirt/tshirt. Everything is just so tight and the pants are elevated to the chest! And the hair partition is always to the side!
14. Not speaking English is condemned by Emirati females, however, speaking broken English is even worse. We are in 2008 - get into an English language program for Gods sake!
15. Your cousins and sisters are NOT virgins! Yes, so stop dissing the girls who don't wear abaya, or don't put a shayla on their head, or speak perfect English, or drive their own cars, travel alone without the embarrassing male companion, have their own businesses, or make more money than you.
I think I listed it all but there's room for more. Plus, I'm opening applications for a potential boyfriend/slash husband - if you are Emirati and don't fit any of the above listed, please contact me. I have hot friends too.
Thursday, August 02, 2007
Why does it hurt so much ...
the two worst questions in a relationship that's falling apart or that's fallen apart is "WHY?" and/ or "WHAT's wrong with me?"
i've been through so much in my 24 years of existence that now when i look back i am not sure i should thank God for letting me go through all these experiences or hate myself for not being a better judge of character.
but my last experience with a guy made me such a bitter person and more angrier than ever before.
it seems no one is good enough or anyone that comes across will have to have something wrong with them and before trying out what could be a lasting and loving relationship, i reject it before the opportunity comes or i run away in fear that i will have the same experience.
everyone is different, but i am the same person and it seems that i never learn from my mistakes.
i get emotional very quickly and it affects such a big portion of my love life which in turn doesn't help get things patched up and better until it's too late.
i have been able to succeed in almost everything i set my mind or heart to do but in the love department; it's always been a failure.
why do i go for the guys that i know i will have no future with? or guys that will treat me badly? why cant i pick the normal ones, who treat me like a queen and respect me? instead, i'll choose the bastard i know i'm going to be unhappy with - the guy i am most incompatible with?
i'll get carried away by his charm and tantalizing smile only to cry later on and hate myself ...
it hurts so much because no matter how many lessons life teaches you, you'll never learn enough.
it hurts so much because no matter how much or how little you love someone, you are bound to lose them someday
it hurts because you know you could have been happier had you not taken the risk
but it hurts even more knowing you would always ask "WHAT IF ...?"
so i take the risk ... and i set my self up for pain ... hoping the more pain i go through, i'll finally be immune to it and be an ice cold bitch ...
i've been through so much in my 24 years of existence that now when i look back i am not sure i should thank God for letting me go through all these experiences or hate myself for not being a better judge of character.
but my last experience with a guy made me such a bitter person and more angrier than ever before.
it seems no one is good enough or anyone that comes across will have to have something wrong with them and before trying out what could be a lasting and loving relationship, i reject it before the opportunity comes or i run away in fear that i will have the same experience.
everyone is different, but i am the same person and it seems that i never learn from my mistakes.
i get emotional very quickly and it affects such a big portion of my love life which in turn doesn't help get things patched up and better until it's too late.
i have been able to succeed in almost everything i set my mind or heart to do but in the love department; it's always been a failure.
why do i go for the guys that i know i will have no future with? or guys that will treat me badly? why cant i pick the normal ones, who treat me like a queen and respect me? instead, i'll choose the bastard i know i'm going to be unhappy with - the guy i am most incompatible with?
i'll get carried away by his charm and tantalizing smile only to cry later on and hate myself ...
it hurts so much because no matter how many lessons life teaches you, you'll never learn enough.
it hurts so much because no matter how much or how little you love someone, you are bound to lose them someday
it hurts because you know you could have been happier had you not taken the risk
but it hurts even more knowing you would always ask "WHAT IF ...?"
so i take the risk ... and i set my self up for pain ... hoping the more pain i go through, i'll finally be immune to it and be an ice cold bitch ...
Sunday, May 27, 2007
is it I, is it me, is it my ...
so, my fellow bloggers, i must apologize for abandoning you for as long as i have. i have so many things that i can attribute my lack of writing but i guess the trophy goes to the fact that i have been lazy.
much of the blame also goes to the fact that i haven't been able to put my thoughts together. it's been a rollercoaster first 6 months of 2007 and i'm sure the next half of the year will be just as crazy.
have i changed? yes ... i have ... from my hair color to who i've dated to increasing my friends circle to work achievements to family reunions ... it's been wild but most of the time in a good way.
i wanted to let you all know that i am back and i promise to keep a fortnight from each blog that i write from now on ...
watch out ... coz tomorrow i come with two insights that i promise will give you a look into my crazy yet exciting life ...
until then ...
cherio
much of the blame also goes to the fact that i haven't been able to put my thoughts together. it's been a rollercoaster first 6 months of 2007 and i'm sure the next half of the year will be just as crazy.
have i changed? yes ... i have ... from my hair color to who i've dated to increasing my friends circle to work achievements to family reunions ... it's been wild but most of the time in a good way.
i wanted to let you all know that i am back and i promise to keep a fortnight from each blog that i write from now on ...
watch out ... coz tomorrow i come with two insights that i promise will give you a look into my crazy yet exciting life ...
until then ...
cherio
Monday, December 18, 2006
fUll brAzIlIAn wAx ... OUch!
I'm not quite sure when the concept of hair removal came into place and I don't care now - at least not anymore!
But I had one of the worst experiences just a few days ago after getting a full BRAZILIAN done on me and I'm still recuperating from the burning injuries I sustained.
If you don't know what a Brazilian is, stop reading now!
So ladies, keep that skin so fresh and so clean and pulled till it becomes loose by the time you turn 35.5
Now, for all you men out there, here's a preview of the pain we go through:
Step 1: a girl must first locate a good wax place. Usually the "kahyan" places have the best waxers from India or Vietnam or something like that. STOP BELIEVING that the Burj Al Arab hotel has the best salon! Because it doesn't!
Step 2: if a girl doesn't find a good waxer place, please get a recommendation of a good waxer place from a minimum of 5 people, not your mom's friends cousin's daughter!
Step 3: make sure you wear nice cotton underwear, not a silk thong ok? this is not a sex freak show, and you need to be comfortable and not have strings all up in your coochie and asshole
Step 4: your waxer will see your vagina! repeat that in your head as many times as possible because it is the reality
Step 5: relax your muscles ... think of that boyfriend or that one night stand you had that gets you wet every time - just don't wet the flat bed you're laying on and scare the shit out of your waxer
Step 6: be prepared to stretch your legs as your waxer demands and in any position she demands.
Again! This is not a sex show - if you think this is PORN, please leave my blog
Step 7: your waxer will massage warm wax on a small area of your vagina and then rip the hairs out
NOTE: Yes, it hurts like a bitch for the first 25 times ...
Step 8: she moves closer to your vagina lips
Step 9: she asks you to gently hold back your clitoris on one side while she rips more hair out
Step 10: hold your clitoris on the opposite side, and the process continues
Step 11: Btw, you're agonizing in pain now ...
Turn around ...
Step 12: Put each one of your hands on each one of your butt cheeks
And open wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide ...
(Khaleeji boyz, don't get any ideas!!!)
Step 13: This process actually is better than vagina waxing coz there's more meat
And voila ... your ass is cleaned up
Step 14: All along this procedure (as I would like to call it) your waxer will pat your vagina and blow on it like she's patting a baby's BUTT ... As if!!!
After the feeling of being violated even though nothing has been inserted or penetrated in any of your holes ...
you walk out of the room like you've been raped by 5 men and more so like a GAY mid south cow boy but missing the cow boy hat ...
All for a clean cut and look ...
MEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW
It's worth it ... 3 weeks of a hairless vagina and it looks like a shaved persian cat
But the more you do it, the longer it takes to grow back ...
The one thing that gets me though is that there is always some sort of world or oriental (supposedly soothing) music playing with birds chripring, water waves, and some sort of flute, but that shit doesn't help the pain disappear ...
So men, if you've been grossed out by this, appreciate your women more
MEOOOOOW!
And women, I love you ...
don't only do it for the men in your lives ... do it for the breezy feeling you get after you get numb from the pain ...
you never know - your man might appreciate it so much, he might get a wax job done too
dOOmEd OUt
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