I need to warn y'all this is not child friendly PG21. You've been warned.
Firstly how you doing? Great well yippe for you(in actuality i hate you okay hate is strong lets say envy you...am still jobless-tear tear and consequently money less river filled with tears).
Anyway now to the issues at hand, I was with some friends at a party..it all begins at a party don't it? Yeah so party and then comes Bathroom break and of course us girls do bathroom in packs just like lions or wolves hunting...unlike the animals that have a purpose, the trek to the bathroom has many purposeless members-not purposeless per se but according to the order of business purposeless..lost lemme break it down.
1.The am gonna make a call girl(probably to her insecure boyfie or to her other boo arranging a meeting)
2.The am going to smoke some weed girl(whom when you all look at her says 'i had a bad day don't judge' and if you want ama deal you we ain't friends on this)
3.The these heifers are not leaving me here alone i wouldn't mind but there are no cute boys to stick around for..let me follow girl.
4.The fashionista..gotta look good for the photos..opportunity to touch up the face her and lips.
5.The am really dying to pee girl..the only purposeful one in the pack.
Yeah so whilst in the bathroom its like a mini talkshow forum..all i hear is this guy, last time, lipstick, O.M.G so and so has come, that chic is oba loose then the bomb drop out of some corner PHONE SEX! Everyone including yours truly..(i never indulge in gossip but i like a good story) asks who where what how when. And then the story is unveiled by Gossip Girl(am talking about a girl who takes on the persona of the Tv show she knows everything about everyone). The story..well next time come party with me but the long and short of it was how difficult it is to have phone sex as girls and how easy it is for guys.
You know its phone sex when you gotta answer more than hello or how you doing. If you hear the oh so 'what are you wearing?' line its phone sex.
So we were wondering why someone would wanna have phone sex and how inconveniencing and awkward and violating it is....this made me proud coz it made me feel like we still got some african and some roots of culture in us, that conservatism or trad(for traditional)swag much as it be pseudo. Really what am i wearing?... am in a jean and t-shirt cleaning up and prepping for tomorrow or in the toilet shitting(y'all know you pick up your calls whilst in the shitter...accept! its only your screen and you). Then there are guys who want descriptions..don't ask of what, this ain't that kinda show but use you imaginations if you wish and then the ones who want you to yell and make animal sounds and call out their names in accents...mind you this is in your room which you may share with a roomate or a house with your guardians or parents. My mom for sure would come and beat the hell out of you if she finds you mooing on the phone if she finds you moaning on a phone well thats a whole 'nother tale the woman is catholic but she will employ Sharia law and besides how you gonna listen to yourself talk like that? Seriously!. It is indeed a man's world coz all females concluded that that stuff is hard and akward although in high demand especially with strangers or non-boyfriends. The female world i feel is more of the sextexter-sex texters than phone sex atleast for me and ma girls..it all uses phones i can hear the men say and achieves the same purpose but Men are from Mars Women from Venus and i got the 411-take it or leave it.
Am out for now, y'all can call me am not afraid of phones or to pick up a call coz of the phonesex thing but once you start what-are-you-wea.....THE NUMBER YOU HAVE CALLED IS PERMANENTLY OUT OF ORDER!
Monday
ATTACHMENT DETACHMENT
So attachement and detachment disorders are real complexities in real life and people are affected by them. No this is not what am going to write about i ain't a psychologist but am just writing a disclaimer and notifying you of the seriousness of the issue coz am taking a lightness to it. Now back to business.
Big Bro Africa allstars ended and i was in a kind of lost phase..what to do now? It is really easy to get attached to things and people so i have found...I got to know all characters loved some strongly disliked others, the person i loved won and i jubilated and ululated and was shaking for joy..Now this is someone i have never met save for social media like facebook and a tv screen, when the tv screen went black coz the channel was shut down its like i lost someone and now am searching on facebook twitter google for whatever specks of life of the housemates outside the house...I CAN NOT LET GO.
So in my co-relative mind i thought if i can get attached to people in a box and glass with pictures powered by electricity then what about real life real people.
I will admit i can't let go of things both negative and positive..i still have and wear a t-shirt one of my mom's employees bought me in 1999...yes 1999 now don't judge some of y'allz closets still have scrunchies. I try to hold on to all relationships and i would rather forgive than fight. I am still friends with all my exes..no not friends with benefits but friends as in we care about each other and our life's progress. I will never forget my classmate who called me yellow eyes. To me i have issues with detachment/attachment but it is not unhealthy...and in my defense(yes am bringing in the court room drama)..my mom never throws away anything..we are a family of hoarders but not to life threatening circumstances.
Okay you don't buy my stories of my sanity and healthy levels of issues with attachment, let me disprove you with a story.
So i knew a guy we shall call Peter and he had a girlfriend called Jane..Now they were in love but Jane was so possessive..she would check his emails facebook insist that he make his posts about her introduce her to all his friends a process which she used to weed out her threats and none threats. At the end of the day he had no female friends no male friends with girlfriends no male friends who frequent bars. Peter felt fed up and dumped her...She stole his phone when he got a new one she tapped into it, she would wait outside his house and go to his work place. The height was an attempted suicide...now if you still think my minimalistic obssesion is bad i have no more stories for you.
I still don't get why we go to such extremities..i have heard of football fans committing suicide, lovers and fans..we are a very expressive species and the most intellectual species yet we still kill ourselves over mundane things.
I guess the brain is not the strongest organ but the heart...it gives life so it makes sense that it would be the taker of life and not the brain.
Big Bro Africa allstars ended and i was in a kind of lost phase..what to do now? It is really easy to get attached to things and people so i have found...I got to know all characters loved some strongly disliked others, the person i loved won and i jubilated and ululated and was shaking for joy..Now this is someone i have never met save for social media like facebook and a tv screen, when the tv screen went black coz the channel was shut down its like i lost someone and now am searching on facebook twitter google for whatever specks of life of the housemates outside the house...I CAN NOT LET GO.
So in my co-relative mind i thought if i can get attached to people in a box and glass with pictures powered by electricity then what about real life real people.
I will admit i can't let go of things both negative and positive..i still have and wear a t-shirt one of my mom's employees bought me in 1999...yes 1999 now don't judge some of y'allz closets still have scrunchies. I try to hold on to all relationships and i would rather forgive than fight. I am still friends with all my exes..no not friends with benefits but friends as in we care about each other and our life's progress. I will never forget my classmate who called me yellow eyes. To me i have issues with detachment/attachment but it is not unhealthy...and in my defense(yes am bringing in the court room drama)..my mom never throws away anything..we are a family of hoarders but not to life threatening circumstances.
Okay you don't buy my stories of my sanity and healthy levels of issues with attachment, let me disprove you with a story.
So i knew a guy we shall call Peter and he had a girlfriend called Jane..Now they were in love but Jane was so possessive..she would check his emails facebook insist that he make his posts about her introduce her to all his friends a process which she used to weed out her threats and none threats. At the end of the day he had no female friends no male friends with girlfriends no male friends who frequent bars. Peter felt fed up and dumped her...She stole his phone when he got a new one she tapped into it, she would wait outside his house and go to his work place. The height was an attempted suicide...now if you still think my minimalistic obssesion is bad i have no more stories for you.
I still don't get why we go to such extremities..i have heard of football fans committing suicide, lovers and fans..we are a very expressive species and the most intellectual species yet we still kill ourselves over mundane things.
I guess the brain is not the strongest organ but the heart...it gives life so it makes sense that it would be the taker of life and not the brain.
Saturday
VILLAGE LIVING NEEDED.
Hey Bloogerworld..been a while neh(a word i learnt from Big brother Africa i think its southern african to mean no or not so).
Well i couldn't blog coz i lost a tooth, a front tooth moreover. Okay, your allowed to laugh..who loses a tooth at 22..well duh! ME. How? well i was enjoying beef a little too much and since my parents fed me more juice than milk in my younger years calcium was lacking and my tooth crumbled like the buildings in 2007-2009 Uganda.
Talking of lack of Calcium i have come to the concluscion that Africans lack nutrition knowledge or should i say neglect the nutrition knowledge instilled in them.I being brought up in the middle class took a liking to the processed food and the break container had sweets and processed drinks splash anyone? chocolate wafers? and the occasional banana or apple. Forget packing eggs and brown bread and homemade fruit juice , you would be the class joke and the 'fake kid' and no parent wants their kid to be fake so even lunch time would have you buying chips and chicken or chaps or hot dogs or burgers(i see you saying hot dogs and burgers..yes we had those at our canteen coz i was privileged to go to one of those private schools where the students are king.)instead of the kitchen balance diet of rice, spaghetti, beans , meat, greens and a fruit. The middle class is the driving engine of many economies but its also the killer of much of the population as they house diseases like diabetes, high blood pressure and other diseases especially in the youths in that category known as rich people's diseases.
Am not against money and enjoying life but am for healthy living(am sipping a 2 table spoon of sugar cup of coffee right now but as with all things one step at a time am taking one cup a day instead of three). The poor are poor but they live healthy lives, they eat their green leafy vegetables , energy filled carbohydrates and plenty of milk and water. In my mind whilst my brothers and i sit down to sweetened cereals and milk, eggs fried in ridiculous amount of oil and toast with thick lay on of margarine a kid in the village is sucking a cow's titty forgive me udder in fact let me correct my ignorance..has milked a cow and is drinking its milk and supplementing it with last nights leftovers or previously fried cassava or pancakes or bread.I don't wanna live in the village and i prefer my milk in that box at the supermarket well pasteurized and packaged but we should learn a few things from village leaving. Nutrition is not the only thing we can learn from the village..ever heard of village medicine ..Soothing Bath gel has nothing on bathing herbs...they are like 10in1 function wise from luck with men to luck with jobs and the in between..give me some of that!....Am not joking am serious have you seen me writting about a man or job yet?????????????(Forgive me again..i know your my humble readers not Dr.Phil)
Now i know your like yeah yeah why couldn't u blog with a broken tooth its not like we can see you. Well, answer is Image is everything even in the blogsphere..i was seeing myself and damn..your homegal looked like an extra for nickelodeon or home alone 1.
Well i couldn't blog coz i lost a tooth, a front tooth moreover. Okay, your allowed to laugh..who loses a tooth at 22..well duh! ME. How? well i was enjoying beef a little too much and since my parents fed me more juice than milk in my younger years calcium was lacking and my tooth crumbled like the buildings in 2007-2009 Uganda.
Talking of lack of Calcium i have come to the concluscion that Africans lack nutrition knowledge or should i say neglect the nutrition knowledge instilled in them.I being brought up in the middle class took a liking to the processed food and the break container had sweets and processed drinks splash anyone? chocolate wafers? and the occasional banana or apple. Forget packing eggs and brown bread and homemade fruit juice , you would be the class joke and the 'fake kid' and no parent wants their kid to be fake so even lunch time would have you buying chips and chicken or chaps or hot dogs or burgers(i see you saying hot dogs and burgers..yes we had those at our canteen coz i was privileged to go to one of those private schools where the students are king.)instead of the kitchen balance diet of rice, spaghetti, beans , meat, greens and a fruit. The middle class is the driving engine of many economies but its also the killer of much of the population as they house diseases like diabetes, high blood pressure and other diseases especially in the youths in that category known as rich people's diseases.
Am not against money and enjoying life but am for healthy living(am sipping a 2 table spoon of sugar cup of coffee right now but as with all things one step at a time am taking one cup a day instead of three). The poor are poor but they live healthy lives, they eat their green leafy vegetables , energy filled carbohydrates and plenty of milk and water. In my mind whilst my brothers and i sit down to sweetened cereals and milk, eggs fried in ridiculous amount of oil and toast with thick lay on of margarine a kid in the village is sucking a cow's titty forgive me udder in fact let me correct my ignorance..has milked a cow and is drinking its milk and supplementing it with last nights leftovers or previously fried cassava or pancakes or bread.I don't wanna live in the village and i prefer my milk in that box at the supermarket well pasteurized and packaged but we should learn a few things from village leaving. Nutrition is not the only thing we can learn from the village..ever heard of village medicine ..Soothing Bath gel has nothing on bathing herbs...they are like 10in1 function wise from luck with men to luck with jobs and the in between..give me some of that!....Am not joking am serious have you seen me writting about a man or job yet?????????????(Forgive me again..i know your my humble readers not Dr.Phil)
Now i know your like yeah yeah why couldn't u blog with a broken tooth its not like we can see you. Well, answer is Image is everything even in the blogsphere..i was seeing myself and damn..your homegal looked like an extra for nickelodeon or home alone 1.
Thursday
THE CONCEPT OF OVERSTANDING.
I can't sleep again so might as well be productive and blog...ha ha ha(why am i laughing its not funny...breathe..focus..go)
We are all familiar with the word understand: it means to grasp an idea of something or have knowledge about it. Over standing is not the opposite but it is a greater level of understanding that turns into a negative...it is rather a case of too much of anything is bad. Okay don't worry i gat ya am going to break it down for you in scenarios.
Your meeting your boyfriend for a drink and it is chilly and you go to ladies and when you come back you find he has already ordered Coffee and you ask why he ordered Coffee and he says thats what you always drink-he is overstanding you because that day you may have wanted a soothing cup of hot chocolate.
Your girls call you to go out on a Saturday an hour or two before they step out...when you ask for prior notice they say you always make it its not like you have anything to do-they are overstanding you-you were to watch re-runs of gossip girl or weakest link(and you take Tv seriously), but there invite sounded to be more fruitful.Besides they were buying.
Your boss or mother or father calls you for a meeting it and you arrive with a Clinton-esque speech(I did not......)-your overstanding your boss, parent or parents, they may be calling you to reward you but coz a call for a meeting is understood as good or bad in most cases bad you overstand it to be bad and prepare a speech.
A boy points at a group of girls and all the females point an themselves- confidence is a good thing but don't overstand yourself, i know your a catch and you would date you but hold your horses on that one.
After the realization of overstanding themselves they point to the prettiest of them all-this is not an overstand of the boy it its reality..he is pointing to the prettiest all the time..when he points to the ugly one its probably a teen movie based on a bet the boy had with his friends with the morale that ugliness can turn the high school jock into a humane creature.
Am out and please don't overstand me coz you read my blogs....understand me...overstanding me may be dangerous to your health LOL.
We are all familiar with the word understand: it means to grasp an idea of something or have knowledge about it. Over standing is not the opposite but it is a greater level of understanding that turns into a negative...it is rather a case of too much of anything is bad. Okay don't worry i gat ya am going to break it down for you in scenarios.
Your meeting your boyfriend for a drink and it is chilly and you go to ladies and when you come back you find he has already ordered Coffee and you ask why he ordered Coffee and he says thats what you always drink-he is overstanding you because that day you may have wanted a soothing cup of hot chocolate.
Your girls call you to go out on a Saturday an hour or two before they step out...when you ask for prior notice they say you always make it its not like you have anything to do-they are overstanding you-you were to watch re-runs of gossip girl or weakest link(and you take Tv seriously), but there invite sounded to be more fruitful.Besides they were buying.
Your boss or mother or father calls you for a meeting it and you arrive with a Clinton-esque speech(I did not......)-your overstanding your boss, parent or parents, they may be calling you to reward you but coz a call for a meeting is understood as good or bad in most cases bad you overstand it to be bad and prepare a speech.
A boy points at a group of girls and all the females point an themselves- confidence is a good thing but don't overstand yourself, i know your a catch and you would date you but hold your horses on that one.
After the realization of overstanding themselves they point to the prettiest of them all-this is not an overstand of the boy it its reality..he is pointing to the prettiest all the time..when he points to the ugly one its probably a teen movie based on a bet the boy had with his friends with the morale that ugliness can turn the high school jock into a humane creature.
Am out and please don't overstand me coz you read my blogs....understand me...overstanding me may be dangerous to your health LOL.
Wednesday
TIT FOR TAT
So everyone is leaving ...okay not everyone am exaggerating but i have a number of friends who have crossed borders and some crossed seas....this is a good thing for them but it sucks for me, not coz i will miss them, please.... what do you think FB and Skype and Twitter are for? It is a bad thing coz am left in the pearl and they are bound to make feel bad intentionally or unintentionally. How?
Posting pictures of white sand beaches, aquarium floored restaurants, gigantic shopping centers and them holding shopping bags.
Making status updates about seeing celebs and being at this club.
Inviting me to an Usher live show in the country they moved to(By the way why invite me when you know i can't make it?????)
Well am always happy for my friends but that doesn't mean am not sad for me. But oh well life is as such and when life hands you lemon(by the way this is not just a lemon its arsenic) what do you do make lemonade (or in the case of arsenic...am not about to say arsenic poison yourself i may be a little sad but i love my life gosh what kind of person are you?...in arsenic's case make pesticide and kill flies instead of yourself)
Yeah so back to my retaliation,
am going to go garden city(qualifies as a big shopping mall) hold a few shopping buveera and take a few snaps infront of Sylvie's, enkha rash and at banana boat.
Next stop Nakumatt...am gonna take a snap at java's(of course a few shots will have the javas light in them) then proceed to Mr.Price where i will take a snap in the changing room.
I will take one weekend and hit the pseudo beaches of entebbe and take capturing and fun looking snaps.
I will have to have a night scene album in which i take view shots from garden city roof top and from crested crane towers and i will have to take photos at cayenne and silk ocean and maybe one kivulu.
Lastly i will have to post an O.M.G..i actually saw Baboon Forest crew in a forest and shortly after that..am in the same taxi as Butcha man.
If i don't make them feel bad or impress them in the least at least i would have managed to get their attention.
Posting pictures of white sand beaches, aquarium floored restaurants, gigantic shopping centers and them holding shopping bags.
Making status updates about seeing celebs and being at this club.
Inviting me to an Usher live show in the country they moved to(By the way why invite me when you know i can't make it?????)
Well am always happy for my friends but that doesn't mean am not sad for me. But oh well life is as such and when life hands you lemon(by the way this is not just a lemon its arsenic) what do you do make lemonade (or in the case of arsenic...am not about to say arsenic poison yourself i may be a little sad but i love my life gosh what kind of person are you?...in arsenic's case make pesticide and kill flies instead of yourself)
Yeah so back to my retaliation,
am going to go garden city(qualifies as a big shopping mall) hold a few shopping buveera and take a few snaps infront of Sylvie's, enkha rash and at banana boat.
Next stop Nakumatt...am gonna take a snap at java's(of course a few shots will have the javas light in them) then proceed to Mr.Price where i will take a snap in the changing room.
I will take one weekend and hit the pseudo beaches of entebbe and take capturing and fun looking snaps.
I will have to have a night scene album in which i take view shots from garden city roof top and from crested crane towers and i will have to take photos at cayenne and silk ocean and maybe one kivulu.
Lastly i will have to post an O.M.G..i actually saw Baboon Forest crew in a forest and shortly after that..am in the same taxi as Butcha man.
If i don't make them feel bad or impress them in the least at least i would have managed to get their attention.
Monday
SOMETHING'S GOTTA GIVE
So my home boy's ex girlfriend is getting married and he was invited to the wedding meeting and subsequently to the wedding. Well he is now confused and in the state of 'if' where he second guesses his past decision which is normal considering that they shared a part of their lives. With exes comes alot of emotions- resentment, anger, hate, regret and if you had a sexual relationship that means you connected on a spiritual level and when the spirit is broken its not quick to heal like the heart(damn am so proud of that statement it sounds so legit ha ha okay on with it..). So he is deciding on whether to not go or go..me i gave the cryptic answer i always give with these issues..listen to your heart.
Well this got me thinking about why girls most especially invite exes to their dos...me personally i would invite you to stick it to you especially if you messed me up. Now some girls are really nice and harbour no hard feelings but you never know a persons heart and its my belief always that something's gotta give, its the 21st century but lynching and cruel murder still exist but in a newer downsized(as to go with the minimalist but impacting trend)form called meanness also known as emotional abuse that will drive you to depression and subsequent suicide.
Well I as Milan he hehe hehe....should i write this...oh hell yes i might as well write it coz I speak it .
I would not invite my ex to my wedding meetings, forgive me but to me wedding meetings and this haramabe concept makes you look poor and desperate. The fact that now telecom companies provide sms alert for meetings makes it worse. If am to invite you to a wedding meeting it would be the one i plan to have just to allocate tasks and stuff. If he contributes a penny to your wedding its like he still has a role to play in your life...and am sure as hell not having that!
I would only invite you to my wedding to cement your insecurities...if your short and my guy is tall you will get an invite, if he is well endowed and your not your getting an invite, if he has money and you don't your number one on the guest list...and the last criteria am getting married and your single..come view your pathetic life while i bask in the glory of my new life.
Some may view this as mean but its the only reason i would invite an ex whom am not friends with to my wedding otherwise leave the bugger alone to his life and move on with yours why start a new chapter of your life with him/her there.
Well this got me thinking about why girls most especially invite exes to their dos...me personally i would invite you to stick it to you especially if you messed me up. Now some girls are really nice and harbour no hard feelings but you never know a persons heart and its my belief always that something's gotta give, its the 21st century but lynching and cruel murder still exist but in a newer downsized(as to go with the minimalist but impacting trend)form called meanness also known as emotional abuse that will drive you to depression and subsequent suicide.
Well I as Milan he hehe hehe....should i write this...oh hell yes i might as well write it coz I speak it .
I would not invite my ex to my wedding meetings, forgive me but to me wedding meetings and this haramabe concept makes you look poor and desperate. The fact that now telecom companies provide sms alert for meetings makes it worse. If am to invite you to a wedding meeting it would be the one i plan to have just to allocate tasks and stuff. If he contributes a penny to your wedding its like he still has a role to play in your life...and am sure as hell not having that!
I would only invite you to my wedding to cement your insecurities...if your short and my guy is tall you will get an invite, if he is well endowed and your not your getting an invite, if he has money and you don't your number one on the guest list...and the last criteria am getting married and your single..come view your pathetic life while i bask in the glory of my new life.
Some may view this as mean but its the only reason i would invite an ex whom am not friends with to my wedding otherwise leave the bugger alone to his life and move on with yours why start a new chapter of your life with him/her there.
Wednesday
I DO IT, YOU DO IT , HE DOES IT, SHE DOES IT, WE ALL DO IT!
Okay this one may get a few haters but as usual ama keep it real and bring it to you. Now i know there are some people who are gonna pull the trust and honesty cards but we all know the facts.
So what am i ranting on about...welll...Googling an ex or current partner or stalking their Facebook profiles.
Well i was telling my girlfriend how i googled my ex..luckily when you google him you come up with more than social networking sites and she found me unbelievable and the act unfathomable. My defence..i want to know. Don't you guys ever want to know whats up, what more is there, are you never curious.
Oh well call me curious milan..i googled.. and i found some pretty impressive things too bad in africa flow of information is not as good as western world so i don't know if he was ever arrested or his school performance but am praying for information rely to improve so that what people won't tell you...... you find out.
Well me and Mr. X broke up(not because of the googling you jumper to conclusions...other issues) but he was still my facebook friend and then it was his turn(Now you know even guys do this so is not women's nosy nature), he confessed he use to check my profile and my pictures , if i was tagged with another guy he would ask me who he was to me...well i enjoyed the attention and obession but it got a little to old and trying, knowing someone is monitoring your every FB move. So what did i do? You know home gal don't jokes...BLOCK THIS PERSON.
He was furious till now he hates me for it but it was better to stick to phone conversations and direct meetings.Now don't be judging the tatics and power play of our relationship. You think me and him were bad, well at least we knew we stalked each other on web.
There is a girl i know who formed a whole new profile filled it with mutual friends and then tried to woo her own boyfriend to see how far he goes with the internet fantasy...what did he do? The fool fell for it and went to meet his new chic for a sexcapede only to find his current..BUSTED..i think you don't need me to finish that one.
Now if your dumb enough to have you love's name as a password..best believe she/he is logging in as you and chatting up all your friends of the opposite sex or checking your inbox.
If your a novice to this i have an IT friend who can hook you up with some password decorder series and your set.(Ha ha ha haha ha- no thats not my evil laugh of converting you..am just laughing at the fact i got a hook up for such..God am such a skeptic.)
Technology is vast..the play has moved from phone checking to facebook stalking and googling...This is the millennial generation..Generation Net...what happens in cyber doesn't not stay in cyber its bought to real time with real consequences and real people.
So best believe....googling, facebook stalking..I DO IT, YOU DO IT , HE DOES IT, SHE DOES IT, WE ALL DO IT!
So what am i ranting on about...welll...Googling an ex or current partner or stalking their Facebook profiles.
Well i was telling my girlfriend how i googled my ex..luckily when you google him you come up with more than social networking sites and she found me unbelievable and the act unfathomable. My defence..i want to know. Don't you guys ever want to know whats up, what more is there, are you never curious.
Oh well call me curious milan..i googled.. and i found some pretty impressive things too bad in africa flow of information is not as good as western world so i don't know if he was ever arrested or his school performance but am praying for information rely to improve so that what people won't tell you...... you find out.
Well me and Mr. X broke up(not because of the googling you jumper to conclusions...other issues) but he was still my facebook friend and then it was his turn(Now you know even guys do this so is not women's nosy nature), he confessed he use to check my profile and my pictures , if i was tagged with another guy he would ask me who he was to me...well i enjoyed the attention and obession but it got a little to old and trying, knowing someone is monitoring your every FB move. So what did i do? You know home gal don't jokes...BLOCK THIS PERSON.
He was furious till now he hates me for it but it was better to stick to phone conversations and direct meetings.Now don't be judging the tatics and power play of our relationship. You think me and him were bad, well at least we knew we stalked each other on web.
There is a girl i know who formed a whole new profile filled it with mutual friends and then tried to woo her own boyfriend to see how far he goes with the internet fantasy...what did he do? The fool fell for it and went to meet his new chic for a sexcapede only to find his current..BUSTED..i think you don't need me to finish that one.
Now if your dumb enough to have you love's name as a password..best believe she/he is logging in as you and chatting up all your friends of the opposite sex or checking your inbox.
If your a novice to this i have an IT friend who can hook you up with some password decorder series and your set.(Ha ha ha haha ha- no thats not my evil laugh of converting you..am just laughing at the fact i got a hook up for such..God am such a skeptic.)
Technology is vast..the play has moved from phone checking to facebook stalking and googling...This is the millennial generation..Generation Net...what happens in cyber doesn't not stay in cyber its bought to real time with real consequences and real people.
So best believe....googling, facebook stalking..I DO IT, YOU DO IT , HE DOES IT, SHE DOES IT, WE ALL DO IT!
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