Since my last entry a lot has taken place...I got sudden word that Rizza had filed for Anullment, hoping to marry what ever yoyo fell for her. I flew into Cebu, where she has been living since she left. Her man is a Filipino, 4'10" like her, pramaturely bald with a giant goiter. I told her that I wasn't paying for shit. If she had to bribe whatever judge, that is on her.
I believe that I had mentioned in past entries that I had been dreaming about Lovely. It got to the point that everytime I closed my eyes she would pop up. Jews put a lot of stock into dreams so that finally I did the unthinkable, I sought her out. I was in Cebu, but she had long changed her cell phone number. I looked her up on a social media site and much to my suprise, found out she was in Cebu! I figured that I would give it a couple of days and then show up at the hotel she had named- though, her staying at a posh hotel made me think maybe things had gotten complicated in the 10 months I hadn't spoken to her.
The next day I turned on my iPhone and boom, she had left for Borocay, the biggest tourist mecca in the Philippines...and then I saw her post about Ben, her 50-something white boyfriend she had gotten in the interim, suprise.
Well it felt like I had been punched in the stomach but only for a few minutes. I had long ago realised that she was a phony. I had been paying her bills, put DSL on in her house and then one day- as I discussed in past entries- found she was on maybe a dozen dating sites, in clothes I had bought her. I was thankful at the time that I hadn't finished construction on the wing we were building onto her parent's home, for us. Still, those dreams I was having had gotten to me.
Mariz and her family kept asking me to go up to Luzon but the last thing I needed was to be with a girl as I tried sorting out what I was feeling.. I flew to Israel, spent the last two months in Bat Yam and got into New York two days ago. The day I arrived I heard another soldier had been kidnapped. He had worked with some Palestinian at a cafe in Bat Yam before his induction for mandatory service 2 years ago.
The Palestinian kept in touch with him and somehow convinced him to meet him at Qal Qilya Border Crossing. From their they took a taxi to Sha'arei Tikvah, a "Settlement," next to the Palestinian's village, Beit Aman. Getting out of the taxi at the "Settlement" entrance they began walking to Beit Aman. Walking through a field in between the 2 communities the Palestinian's brother was waiting. The 2 Palestinians killed the 20 soldier and stuffed him in a 7 meter- deep well.
The idea was to trade his body parts for a third brother, a Tanzim terrorist in prison since 2003 for dispatching a female "Suicide Bomber" amongst other acts of gratuitous violence. SHABBAK (Shin Bet) used the CCTV at Qal Qilya to trace the taxi and found out where their destination was. Then, using the "Settlement's" CCTV array they were able to identify the Palestinian.
The IDF threw a cordon on Beit Aman then spread out. Under Shin Bet "interrogation" the piece of shit admitted his cowardly act and then led them to the well. Tomer Chazan, 20, was from my hometown, Bat Yam. I didn't know him but as a soldier, and the father of 2 career military and 1 Reservist I feel the pain.
In 1993 when Rabin and Arafat kissed on the White House lawn I actually cried in happiness, thanking G-D for having survived long enough to see peace coming- grateful that my children would not need to spend most of their lives in trenches. The Second Intifadeh cure me of that naivete. There can never be peace, that is a fact. They will never allow us to exist. Now two of my kids are spending their life in trenches. I pray I live long enough to see my grandchildren grow up, but I am sure that they, like their parents, grandparents and great-grandparents will also be soldiers.
I am sitting in the lobby of the methadone clinic. Each time I come to the US I must switch from morphine to methadone. I just took my first dose but it still hasn't sated the monster. I might as well walk to the subway as I wait for it to hit me.
I believe that I had mentioned in past entries that I had been dreaming about Lovely. It got to the point that everytime I closed my eyes she would pop up. Jews put a lot of stock into dreams so that finally I did the unthinkable, I sought her out. I was in Cebu, but she had long changed her cell phone number. I looked her up on a social media site and much to my suprise, found out she was in Cebu! I figured that I would give it a couple of days and then show up at the hotel she had named- though, her staying at a posh hotel made me think maybe things had gotten complicated in the 10 months I hadn't spoken to her.
The next day I turned on my iPhone and boom, she had left for Borocay, the biggest tourist mecca in the Philippines...and then I saw her post about Ben, her 50-something white boyfriend she had gotten in the interim, suprise.
Well it felt like I had been punched in the stomach but only for a few minutes. I had long ago realised that she was a phony. I had been paying her bills, put DSL on in her house and then one day- as I discussed in past entries- found she was on maybe a dozen dating sites, in clothes I had bought her. I was thankful at the time that I hadn't finished construction on the wing we were building onto her parent's home, for us. Still, those dreams I was having had gotten to me.
Mariz and her family kept asking me to go up to Luzon but the last thing I needed was to be with a girl as I tried sorting out what I was feeling.. I flew to Israel, spent the last two months in Bat Yam and got into New York two days ago. The day I arrived I heard another soldier had been kidnapped. He had worked with some Palestinian at a cafe in Bat Yam before his induction for mandatory service 2 years ago.
The Palestinian kept in touch with him and somehow convinced him to meet him at Qal Qilya Border Crossing. From their they took a taxi to Sha'arei Tikvah, a "Settlement," next to the Palestinian's village, Beit Aman. Getting out of the taxi at the "Settlement" entrance they began walking to Beit Aman. Walking through a field in between the 2 communities the Palestinian's brother was waiting. The 2 Palestinians killed the 20 soldier and stuffed him in a 7 meter- deep well.
The idea was to trade his body parts for a third brother, a Tanzim terrorist in prison since 2003 for dispatching a female "Suicide Bomber" amongst other acts of gratuitous violence. SHABBAK (Shin Bet) used the CCTV at Qal Qilya to trace the taxi and found out where their destination was. Then, using the "Settlement's" CCTV array they were able to identify the Palestinian.
The IDF threw a cordon on Beit Aman then spread out. Under Shin Bet "interrogation" the piece of shit admitted his cowardly act and then led them to the well. Tomer Chazan, 20, was from my hometown, Bat Yam. I didn't know him but as a soldier, and the father of 2 career military and 1 Reservist I feel the pain.
In 1993 when Rabin and Arafat kissed on the White House lawn I actually cried in happiness, thanking G-D for having survived long enough to see peace coming- grateful that my children would not need to spend most of their lives in trenches. The Second Intifadeh cure me of that naivete. There can never be peace, that is a fact. They will never allow us to exist. Now two of my kids are spending their life in trenches. I pray I live long enough to see my grandchildren grow up, but I am sure that they, like their parents, grandparents and great-grandparents will also be soldiers.
I am sitting in the lobby of the methadone clinic. Each time I come to the US I must switch from morphine to methadone. I just took my first dose but it still hasn't sated the monster. I might as well walk to the subway as I wait for it to hit me.
