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Confession 40 – Matters of the Heart

In Confessions on April 30, 2010 at 12:38 PM

I had a girl, I loved her so,
Our love was meant to forever grow,
We talked of a future oh so nice,
Where we would live as husband and wife,
I had a house, built to our dreams,
Memories to be made already sewn into its seams,
It seemed perfect, all was complete,
I had a love that was ever so sweet.

Alas, it seems it was not meant to be,
My girl walked away from me,
She left me for one I called friend,
I thought my sanity would surely come to end,
From a love that had known no bounds,
Suddenly everything came crashing down.

I wondered why, I questioned how,
I had my doubts that remain till now,
Questions I yearn to ask, but know it is to no avail,
There is no point returning to a love that is destined to fail.

I’ve since picked myself up, dusted myself off,
Relearned to smile, to enjoy, to laugh,
Despite all this, I feel hollow inside,
Something is missing; in my heart it does no longer reside.

Sometimes at night, the memories return to torture me,
Remind me of a life I sought to lead,
For a love once lost, can rarely return,
No matter how much we want, or we yearn.

To the heart you cannot say,
take a step back, and let the mind lead the way.

This I cannot answer, for I do not know if it is true,
Is it possible to ever, really, get over you?

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Confession 39 – *REMOVED BY AUTHOR*

In Confessions on April 29, 2010 at 2:46 PM

*REMOVED BY AUTHOR*

Confession 38 – Miss The Point!

In Confessions on April 27, 2010 at 7:55 AM

How come you can DRINK but you can’t eat pork?

You can SLEEP with any person willing to get into bed with you but you order your sandwich with out the bacon?

You can have fun GAMBLING your savings away but you wont eat the hotdog because its not beef?

You can forget to PRAY for a year but you’ll never forget to ask, “Is there pork in this”?

You will CHEAT on your wife and its ok since you don’t eat pork?

People in our society always manage to MISS THE POINT.

Vote: Kuwait Exposed New Name

In Uncategorized on April 26, 2010 at 11:14 AM

We have found out that we have been misunderstood a lot because of our name; our name doesn’t give the best first impression to new comers. We have seen this picture and definitely agree that it gives a negative picture about the whole experience of this confession box. Since we believe that this place is a circle that brings Kuwait socially together and hear each other without judging ourselves and other people, we have decided that we will post a poll with the proposed names and you guys will have a chance into building our name together. This way, you guys will be a big part of this circle that unifies us.

So go ahead and vote!

Confession 37 – All Over The Place

In Confessions on April 26, 2010 at 5:40 AM

I have consumed pot throughout college……. I have slept with a little over a hundred girls …. I used to frequent strip clubs more then school…hmmmmmmmm what else is there to confess….yeahhh …. I have had different sexual experiments with couples,lesbians and swingers….I used to gamble away my tution money in Vegas and call dad with ridiculous justifications for more money…My first sexual experience was with a 28 year old morrocan prostitute in london ( I was 13 )…I have travelled the world over not sight seeing but rather to indulge in sin…. I am now 32 years of age and I feel like I am 60……Ok ok ok !! I know this post is messed up and pretty much distorted but hey at least you got me to confess….

Confession 36 – I Don’t Care Anymore

In Confessions on April 24, 2010 at 2:17 AM

I’m pretty sure everyone knows the truth about me by now. They all know my best friend’s boyfriend is now my fiancé. They know I cheat on him and every other boyfriend I’ve ever had. They understand I don’t know how to be a friend and that I don’t feel bad when I do something they consider “two-faced” or “back-stabbing.” They just walk away without giving me a second chance because they’re tacky and immature and don’t know how to accept people for who they are.

SO I DON’T CARE ANYMORE!

I don’t care if you ALL find out that I sneak my boyfriend into my house and sleep with him while my father’s asleep in the next room and that I wore the hijab so my boyfriend will want to marry me! I don’t care that I don’t know which guy gave me an STD and I hope every guy I sleep with gets it! I’m hot and this is what hot girls do.

I’m half American and I don’t know how to be a typical Kuwaiti no matter what front I put on in public.

Confession 35 – What Do Women Want?

In Confessions on April 20, 2010 at 1:19 PM

What do women want?

Since the dawn of time, mankind has been plagued with attempting to answer this question. It has in fact, gained more popularity than, “what is the meaning of life?”

I have been battling this conundrum for a very long time, and have to say, I am as clueless, if not more so, now, than when I first embarked upon this impossible quest.

My first finding: despite the macho bravado, guys are afraid of rejection. It is in our genes (not jeans!). I came across a delightful anecdote that explains this; lets go back one, two, maybe a couple of million years ago, when cavemen roamed the earth. Back then, the groups that the cavemen lived in had plenty of men, and few women. The men were hunters, gatherers, and more importantly, continuity providers! They had to get the women’s attention. If poor Fred (as in Flintstone) attempted to talk to Wilma, and got rejected, for whatever reason, Wilma would tell Betty, Betty would tell Roxie, and so on and so on (moral of the story: women talk.). All the women in the clan would shun Fred for his oafishness, which could be through no fault of his own except that Wilma was not in the mood, and as a result, Fred’s “Line” will be forever lost, because he made one mistake.

What do women want?

I represent the dying breed of decent gentlemen. Those who pull out chairs, and whip up compliments in the blink of an eye. Caring, providing etc. you know the type. A true romantic at heart, a poet even. Love settlers, in that we look for that one-in-a-million person and stick with her through thick and thin.

I used to be under the impression (and you can blame romantic comedies for this), that women “dug” the sensitive guy. Don’t get me wrong. I am not saying sensitive as in chick flick and tear box, I just mean caring, loving etc.

You know the type; think Mathew Broderick in addicted to love, that’s me.

Now, you have the current ordeal of America’s sweetheart Sandra Bullock, a decent woman, everyone can attest to that, BUT, she’s married to.. Jesse James. Who used to be married to, a porn-star, who bore him children.

What happened here? What is it about the, for lack of a better term, bad guys, that attracts women? Whatever happened to the proverb “nice guys finish last”?

All those self-help books about how to meet women; they all stress one point (yes, I read a few online) be casual, flirty, funny and, i forget the fourth.

Let me stress at this point that I have few problems approaching “strange” women and starting up a conversation. I do however go through an extensive thought process before-hand. But, I do have success stories. And none revolved around what was being preached in those books.

Its not in me to insult a girl, even playfully. It goes against my nature. I cannot understand how the bad guy appeal trumps the good guy for real.

Again, it is a really confusing issue. You talk to a girl, you have to think about when to call her back, you cannot call back insistently or else you’ll be seen as needy and that is a turn-off. But isn’t it human nature, to have that desire, to love and be loved? Why do I constantly have to consider what to do, what not to do, what she thinks I should do, what she really wants me to do. ARGH!

Why has love turned into a bureaucratic government building decorated in red-tape and jargon?

I want to fall in love again, I do not know how to go about it. Everything is a test (Collin Farrell- The Recruit). Is that right? Is everything a test? Do I always have to think of the scenario i.e. wall-post on fb, does she want me to reply immediately? Or privately? Should I make it sound like I don’t care? Or compliment her somehow? Or just ignore her completely? Should I talk to her friends and not her, should I msg her? what, what, WHAT?

Unlike Danger-Dan who posted and boasted previously about his promiscuous night of money, booze and women, I have a certain set of values that I am not willing to compromise.

And I’m not old btw, cannot claim a generation gap, I’m still in my early twenties and hoping to find someone similarly aged. But, the question is; how?

Another question is how to go about doing this in Kuwait, but thats another tale, for another time.

Do I have to change my ways, adapt to what is the current fad, insult the girl, ignore her, treat her badly, and she’ll fall in love with you madly? Or do I stick to who I am, play the game I am comfortable with, and hope to find a hopeless romantic, like myself?

Ladies, gentlemen, your feedback would be much appreciated. What do women want, why do bad guys get the glory, what can the good guys do?

Confession 34 – Happy Yet Confused

In Confessions on April 20, 2010 at 12:54 AM

My love life is completely screwed.
I used to be this girl who didn’t even believe in love before marriage and I used to have crushes who were just simple and easy to get over.

Now I’m in love, really in love.
With a guy who used to be crazy for me, and he still is. The problem is I know he had a girlfriend the time we were apart and I don’t know if they’re still together.

We talk a lot now, and were closer than ever with flirting and everything. I’m scared to ask him because I don’t want to end up heartbroken and I don’t want to lose what we have.

Confession 33 – Helpless Coincidence

In Confessions on April 20, 2010 at 12:51 AM

i went to my visit my friend at her job about 2 years ago,
and when i was there, i met this guy, i didnt think much of him but i saw that he was nice and mu7taram, and for the first time isti7ait, and we talked and laughed and again, i didnt think much of it, then i went out, and bumped into him while shopping, same thing happened 3 other times, i thought it was just a crush but come on, this month its three years and im still thinking about him, im going insane but im not into dating and neither is he, he doesnt have facebook so i dont really keep up with him unless its another incident where we randomly see each other, and its torture knowing i cant do anything , i feel so helpless, any advice?

Confession 32 – An Awful Regret

In Confessions on April 18, 2010 at 5:54 AM

Its this girl… She was on my mind all the time, everywhere I went. She is a class mate of mine.

We use to be friendly, we use to talk, exchange that everlasting glance that divine smile. Too bad she only ever wanted to be a freind, nothing really more. I couldn’t tell her how I felt, the fear of rejection and humiliation absolutely killed me.

Yet still she was the only one I could think of every moment of my life, there was not other room for anyone else. Every other girl seemed ugly in her presence, even models and celebrities like megan fox.

One day she asked me and the two other people in my class over to her house for a study group. (This is an especially hard Math and Physics course)

I was surprised when to find I was the first one there, it turns out the other two had family problems/plans and were not coming.

So it was me and the love of my life, in a house, alone. I was feeling awkward, very awkward. Idiotically took over. I told her how I felt spewing my feelings, nearly crying.

She said she did not feel the same about me and asked me to leave as the situation would be too awkward. Needless to say i didn’t take it so easily.

I had gone insane, screaming that she would at least “jamilny” and not let me down that hard. She again asked me to leave. I hit her, knocking her back on to the sofa. Forcefully I kissed her on the lips, she was smaller than me in size and couldn’t fight back.

Then came the horrid moment. The moment I regret, and will regret for my whole life. I had raped her. No one was at the house, her father and mother were out. She had no siblings. But I had raped her. I had raped her. I had hurt, raped, and mentaly and emotionly scared the love of my life in a time of stampeding emotion.

She hadn’t told anybody in fear of me hurting her again. I had gone from being friendly with the love of my life, to actually hurting her and her fearing me….