It took me a while till I learnt how not to nag about John being chained to the computer, playing "Counterstrike" round the clock. Not only that, it even proved insightful:
I actually decided to join him playing the game in the second week after my arrival here, since I knew that no matter what, even if I moved the heavens and the earth, he would not stop playing his favorite game less than 3 hours a day. So, I decided to use some "IQ" ["Intelligence Quotient" according to Merriam Webster Dictionary] instead of some 4HQ ["Hit-Him-Hard-on-the-Head Quotient" according to me] but for some reason, I ended up actually liking the silly game!
Now I often end up in the "terrorist" team (the red guys), and he often ends up in the "counter-terrorist" team (the blue guys), so we have to kill each other on the monitor (not in real life, at least). It may sound funny, but playing this game has taught me a lot about John and his feelings for me:
When I am in the same team with him (happens rarely), he gets so protective around me. He keeps marching forward, telling me to follow him, jumping up and down on the screen to show me where he is when I lose his track, covering me, shooting any "bastard" who wants to shoot me, typing words on the monitor, warning the guys over there to keep away from CatByte (that's my game ID, John's is MooseByte), and finally, when I get shot (which doesn't take much time), he snaps at the guy who had shot me, and no matter what, he takes vengeance right away by shooting him 957957392 times or more: "You kill my wife, ha? You @$#^%$&"! [I don't want parents to lock my weblog for protecting their kids].
If I end up in the enemy team, he sighs, "Sweetie, you're the enemy", then he tries so hard just to avoid facing me, he maneuvers a lot not to shoot at me, and finally when I corner him and start shooting at him, either he says apologetically, "I'm sorry, my love, but I have to kill you", and when I'm dead, he says, "Oh no, I feel so bad that I killed you", or, he gladly lets me kill him, then he shouts enthusiastically: "Look sweetie! You just killed me! That was good job! I'm so proud of you!"
Well, for some reason (actually, for an obvious reason), I started loving John more after sharing the experience of playing his favorite computer game. Perhaps some of you ladies out there who are fed up to the teeth with the silly hobbies of your men would want to try what I did: Simply go ahead and join the silliness! It will be smart doing that, and besides, you may end up actually liking it.
I actually decided to join him playing the game in the second week after my arrival here, since I knew that no matter what, even if I moved the heavens and the earth, he would not stop playing his favorite game less than 3 hours a day. So, I decided to use some "IQ" ["Intelligence Quotient" according to Merriam Webster Dictionary] instead of some 4HQ ["Hit-Him-Hard-on-the-Head Quotient" according to me] but for some reason, I ended up actually liking the silly game!
Now I often end up in the "terrorist" team (the red guys), and he often ends up in the "counter-terrorist" team (the blue guys), so we have to kill each other on the monitor (not in real life, at least). It may sound funny, but playing this game has taught me a lot about John and his feelings for me:
When I am in the same team with him (happens rarely), he gets so protective around me. He keeps marching forward, telling me to follow him, jumping up and down on the screen to show me where he is when I lose his track, covering me, shooting any "bastard" who wants to shoot me, typing words on the monitor, warning the guys over there to keep away from CatByte (that's my game ID, John's is MooseByte), and finally, when I get shot (which doesn't take much time), he snaps at the guy who had shot me, and no matter what, he takes vengeance right away by shooting him 957957392 times or more: "You kill my wife, ha? You @$#^%$&"! [I don't want parents to lock my weblog for protecting their kids].
If I end up in the enemy team, he sighs, "Sweetie, you're the enemy", then he tries so hard just to avoid facing me, he maneuvers a lot not to shoot at me, and finally when I corner him and start shooting at him, either he says apologetically, "I'm sorry, my love, but I have to kill you", and when I'm dead, he says, "Oh no, I feel so bad that I killed you", or, he gladly lets me kill him, then he shouts enthusiastically: "Look sweetie! You just killed me! That was good job! I'm so proud of you!"
Well, for some reason (actually, for an obvious reason), I started loving John more after sharing the experience of playing his favorite computer game. Perhaps some of you ladies out there who are fed up to the teeth with the silly hobbies of your men would want to try what I did: Simply go ahead and join the silliness! It will be smart doing that, and besides, you may end up actually liking it.
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salam
farsi minevisam nemidunam chera
I wish the best for u
kheili bahal boud
be nazare man faghat kalamate farsi omghe bahal boudane ye chizi ro neshun mide
be manam sar bezanid
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comment ro faramush nakonid
Dear saint marry,
First, I Love the name of your weblog (shakhehnabat = roughly translated as "crystal sugar"!) Second, thanks for the sweet comment. I'll be visiting your weblog.
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