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Vidíš, a druhá žena by ti s tím pomohla.

By | 2017-08-05T21:59:02+00:00 April 21st, 2009|Thoughts|

Od nepaměti, tedy od doby, kdy znám Drahého Muže, mám na talíři potřebnou denní dávku "Vidíš, druhá manželka by se ti hned hodila," pronášené velmi nadějeplným hlasem, že tedy konečně povolím (případně se konečně své směšné touhy po monogynním manželství s velkou slávou vzdám). Když jsem se do (muta'a) sňatku s DM vrhala po hlavě, věděla jsem, že snad od narození touží po vícehlavém rodinném základě, a že k tomu i úspěšně mířil než mne potkal; tedy spíše do doby, než mne do chomoutu dostal. I tak má ve spíži stále zásobu převážně kuvajtských žen, které jsou ochotné se stát druhou ženou ("Druhou, čtvrtou, jen ne třetí!" - proč ne třetí, je mi stále ještě temným tajemstvím).

My determination to get what I want

By | 2017-08-05T21:59:02+00:00 April 19th, 2009|Thoughts|

About three years back I asked on one Sims 2 modding forum, if they can make a nice mesh for some 'modesty' clothes, because although Sims have hundreds of thematical download sites, there's almost nothing for Muslim families, if you create some. One piece of hijab and that's where it ends. For my luck, nobody ever reacted; and I decided to learn the meshing techniques and recolouring of Sims stuff with the determination that if nobody can help me, I will help myself. Yesterday I started to go through long tutorials about meshing and recolouring, and after like 3 hours of nonstop work in Photoshop (where I'm not much skilled neither, lol) I came up with my very first recolour for my Sims! Yay.

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Ninio is Gay!

By | 2017-03-14T18:53:00+00:00 April 10th, 2009|Thoughts|

A funny news today popped out on Yahoo site before I redirected to my email; About a young male elephant who at the time prefers male comrades over ladies of his species. Michal Grzes is bubbling in anger over the price of approximately £7.6 mill (37 mill zlotys) which were paid for the male piece to create a herd to carry out some offspring. How unpleasant event took place in Poznan. But, don't cry, Poland, there's still a hope - Ninio is 10 years old and his sexual maturity comes in next 4 future years, so you can still hope! In the end, which 10 years old human boy prefers hanging out with girls over having a nice home racing with formula car models with his male comrades, indeed. And if so happens, that Ninio stays as he is, I believe that the fumed Michal Grzes can reach in his own pocket and start a 'politicians only' money collection for a new, straight male elephant. Try some religious countries!

Honey, I Always Want to Order Out

By | 2017-08-05T21:59:02+00:00 April 8th, 2009|From Britain, Thoughts|

Today I was roaming around the flat, randomly checking the freezer of our fridge, thinking what should I do for dinner. I suffer from this a lot, the I-can't-really-decide-what's-for-dinner syndrome; and I try to move the unbelievably hard and complicated decision on my husband, insanely insisting that he has to decide, not me, because I just wanna fulfill his mighty wish, of course. Sometimes I am successful, mostly not, as it seems that this illness is widely spreading in our family and affecting our everyday (dinner) life. When I come with this inevitable question, "What do you want for dinner, love?", my clever husband sees through my brain up to the neighbour's window and replies without moving an inch of his calm face: "Do you want to order out?" What can I say? Honey, I always want to order out. There's no moment in my life when I will prefer spending hour and more of making a family dinner over sitting lazily on the sofa and waiting for other people to do my work.

Gettin’ it done

By | 2017-08-05T21:59:02+00:00 April 6th, 2009|From Britain, Photo, Thoughts|

Tired from long walk to City Council registrar office in the town center, Dori was extremely quiet and nice today. Funny fact is, that she didn't walk at all, we took a carriage, just in case, and she didn't move from it ever since.

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Jaro, sulc v punčochách, Kuvajt a můj nenositelný kousek šatníku

By | 2017-08-05T21:59:02+00:00 April 4th, 2009|From Britain, Thoughts|

První teplejší dny jara konečně dorazily do Newcastlu a lidé jako smyslů zbavení pobíhají po ulicích v tílkách, minisukních tak mini, že už to jde snad i do mínusu, co se délky týče; a vůbec jaro je ve vzduchu a všichni jsou najednou jako diví, svlečení z legračních zimníků (zbytek se nemění, minisukně či žádné sukně tu potkávám vcelku často; leč přiznávám, že dívka s velkým pozadím, jež joggovala v tangách a poloprůhledných punčochách bez sukně, kraťasů, trenýrek, čehokoliv pokrývajícího okolo mne mi způsobila dozajista chvilkovou zástavu rozumu, neboť kopa bílého, ťupkovaného masa sulcovitě se třesoucího v rytmu poskakujících boků byla po ránu opravdu příliš mnoho pro můj žaludek a smysl pro soudnost); a já se zase po pár měsících začínám cítit oblečená, protože délka teď zrovna není in, nemluvě o trvalé 'outovosti' šátku hlavového. Ale což, potrvá mi to tak tři dny, než si zvyknu na to, že lidé občas koukají.

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