Freaky, mwahahaha

Freaky, Now as a person who doesn’t fit into any standard equation its only natural for me not to click with many people. You either end up being hated by ppl who think u r too opinionated but who are more or less jealous of u actually HAVING a personality (buy an opinion here haha) or u end up being stalked by wannabes who think ur language will rub off on them (don’t go there, we all know any fool can have another language) and of course the number one reason to be friends with any woman, keep an eye on the competition (woman I do not want ur man UGH!) Thus leaving me pretty much with friends who are none existent…

Now we all know that blogs in some way or other are used to vent, our boo hoo hoo’s Ha ha ha’s and yadda yadda yadda’s makes for a nice break from mundanity of our so called life *Imagines Nessy’s eye twitching* So as I was blissfully trying to forget the irony of life and along comes this little bubble of energy and giggles I like to call May (I’m also allowed to call her Mayooh!! It’s a privilege not many have) Now May is an English bred Saudi lass, still following me? In short her mother’s from Newcastle her dads a full on Saudi. Now just beneath my title Sweet Anger I have a brief into A SAUDI WOMAN TO ENGLISH TO FIT IN HER HOME CUONTRY poetic no? Maysees this and goes “No!! another halfie?” then she sees the Newcastle United link and *faints* ok not faint but kinda hears the twilight zone music going on in her head. So we eventually chat, discuss the idea of us having babies and agree on a baby with her eyes and my mouth, random info I know. The point is ppl out of all the backstabbing, two timing hoes, who sit there looking at u right in the eye and tell u they have ur back, who u fight for tooth and nail only to get let down, this little thing comes along and breaks every preconceived notion I had on friends here.

Ah yes the power of May

Yes we have silly convo’s “You’re brothers name is Ziad?” “OMG my brothers name is Ziad!!”“You have a Toshiba?” “Yeah its blue.” “OMG mines blue too”We have our odd sexy convos “you sound hot talking in Arabic.” “He he he is that right.” “Yeeaah , mash’3oola ana akalmic ba3dain, sounds hot” “you do realize I was talking to my mum right?” “HAHAHAHA.”“Did u do it?” “Mhhmm” “Was it yumm?” “Mhhmm” “YEAH! That’s my girl.” (get your minds out of the gutter people ista’3fur allah) As you can probably gather me and this woman click for odd reasons we have too many things in common and differences that compliment each other and met via a mutual umm friend LOOOOL.


You know the idealistic image of having a friend who is to the end YOUR friend, what I mean is even if u do stupid things she’s there for YOU. Doesn’t matter what u did, if u deserve it, if it was blatenly obvious it wud backfire, whatever it was she’s there cause she wants to be, not cause she has to be. I mean really, how many ppl wud go out of their just to make u feel better, pick up the phone at the oddest moments just to make sure ur alright. Message u at 4am because she said she’d call back, sit there for almost 2 hours just listening to u trying not to cry (which basically means ur crying anyway) and u can feel how mad she is because someone hurt u. In short, someone u can be YOU with someone ur allowed to feel vulnerable around, cause they’d never hurt u, someone u can tell the wildest kinkiest thing too and have her laugh and not judge.

Ok this is getting ridiculously mushy...

LOVE YA MAY mmwwwaahh!!!