Today is Monday, March 1st, 2010 and it is now 1208 AM here in Brooklyn, NYC, USA.
OK, so as I said I had given Jackie my password to the account I use for communication with Rizza and her family. I already discussed the result of that piece of genius...Jackie and I discussed this and she swore she would never go back to that account.
Hahahaaha, sigh...She woke up 3 hours ago and frantically tried to get in touch with me. "Rachi, why is Rizza saying this?" Rizza, cognisant that Jackie is lurking in that account is planting nonsense there about Rizza and I reuniting...Well Rizza got what she wanted (partially).
Jackie frantically contacted me after waking up a couple of hours ago (13 hour time difference between Mindanao and NYC).
Jackie: "What does this mean? You are getting back with Rizza?"
Rachamim: "Baby, if G-D forbid you left me today I would still never look at that girl.I was done with her long before we touched."
Jackie: "But why does she say THIS?"
Rachamim: "Baby, if you are trying to win me back, and you know my woman has this password...is it making sense yet?"
Jackie:"Well she is wrong! I will never leave you! She is foolish to think such a thing."
Rachamim:"Yes my love, she truly is foolish. Tell me, why did you go back into that ID after swearing to leave it alone?"
Jackie: "I can't help it."
Hmmmmmmm...hmmmmm...not a good sign I reckon.
Rachamim: "OK baby, I will help you. I am changing the password. Now you will not have to worry about what Rizza says or does."
Jackie: "YES, change it!!!"
I do suppose I expect too much of her. Me? I am ice cold, able to control myself to a very high degree.I suppose that I am at fault for giving her that ID and expecting her NOT to be curious.
Rizza has been texting me, talking about returning home to San Franz, to the compound. I explained to her that it will not happen, we will never be together again.
Rizza: "But Rachi, daddy, I am your wife!"
Rachamim: "Rizza, marriage is NOT a piece of paper. If Filipinos used toilet paper I would tell you what you could do with our Marriage Certificate."
Rizza: "Hehehehe, daddy, you always so funny!"
Rachamim: "Are you fucken crazy? Seriously, do you have a mental illness?"
Rizza: "No, I am fine. Why do you ask?"
(As I tell my cousin to suit up I want to spar as soon as I am finished) Rachamim: "Rizza, look, I need you to listen to me very carefully, please."
Rizza: "OK."
Rachamim:"Rizza, I truly hope you find the happiness that all people deserve. Me? I found mine. I will not give it up. Not for anything, and this will not change. You must make your life.I told you I am getting a Get (Jewish Divorce) and will file a civil divorce as well. You must accept this, this is not a game."
Rizza: "Rachi, I want that we should go back to Switzerland. We liked it there. We will be happy again."
(Ready to burst a blood vessel) Rachamim: "Rizza...(sigh), look, this has to stop? I love her, not you..."
Rizza: "But I am your wife, she is not. She is married to her husband. You must recognise that you are tied to me."
Rachamim: "How the fuck you can even say that as you live in that man's house? Have you no shame? Look what you have done to your bros and your baby sister. To your parents! You did this, not me, no matter what issues you may have had you did not have to fuck another man! Then, while you sleep in his house you preach to me about the responsibilities of marriage? Shame, shame on you!"
Rizza: "Daddy, can you send me a Tanach (Jewish Bible) and some chocolates?"
***Hahahahahaha, I swear this is real, I am not bullshitting!***
Rachamim: "Rizza, ask your BF to buy you some Filipino chocolates and as for HaTanach? What does Halacha (Jewish Law) say about an Adultress? You recall?"
Rizza: "The penalty is death by stoning?"
Rachamim: "There you go, you are a smart girl. Just live your life, I will send papers to your parents."
Rizza:"But we need to speak clearly about our situation! I will return! I want a chance!"
Rachamim: "Chances ended when I was on chemotherapy (Interferon for Hep-C) and you dogged me out fucking another man. Deal with it."
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So, Rizza then made some summy EMails, and sent EMails to our ID...The EMails mentioned Rizza and I getting back together, as well as about what I did in 2002 in our 1st separation when I was with the Hakka girl...Jackie, unbeknownst to me cruised my EMail and read all this shit as Rizza knew she would.
Sadly for Rizza, and luckily for me, Jackie actually loves me. In addition, she is not stupid and realises what is happening.
So, my life as I know it...After that maddening exchange of texts with Rizza my cousin and I sparred in the park. "Krav Maga" ("Combat Fighting") is an Israeli martial art and requisite training in the IDF for all "Kravi" ("Combat Soldiers" i.e. "Infantry").
It was developed in the late 1930s by a soldier in the pre-statehood paramilitaries. It is based on Aikkido, Ju-Jiutsu and Judo with a healthy dollop of pre-WWII street-fighting techniques.
In the 70 years since its development it has been perfected to a very high degree. Today all Infantryman go through hellish training in it. You must line up alond the length of a basketball court or parade ground, and the Instructor walks quickly down the line giving 1 or 2 moves on each soldier who must not react.
We officers, sadistic as we are, love to watch as a paltoon of 28 falls like dominoes as the Instructor moves down the line. In today's IDF "beating" recruits is illegal but doing so under the guise of Advanced Training is entirely legal. The strikes are controlled so as to leave no premanant marks or injuries and the rationale is to open up the trainees' minds to the opportunities available within the system.
The next phase consists of Rifle Strikes, 12 moves in 2 sets of 6 strikes that will kill a man within 3 moves (finish all 6 to confirm the kill). Krav Maga is essential because we specialise in CQUC (Close Quarter Urban Combat). If you are in a takedown and those pussy-ass M16A1s jam up as they do a lot in sand and dirt, you need to retain Kill Ability with your Primary (Primary Weapon). We are now changing from M16 to M4 configuration but I wish to hell we brought back the Galil (my Galil, especially my GALATZ were my babies).
Anyway, off to the park. I was steamed over Rizza...I suppose this caused me to give up a couple of points because although I flattened my cousin, as usual, I must have taken some to the ribs.My lower right ribs (bottom 2) are hurting bad to the point when I breathe depply they ache.
My cousin is a fucken Jobnik, an Intel officer, and they only rate 02. Essentially this means a pencil pusher hurt me! Man I am getting old!
On ratings...In the IDF you have different ratings depending upon training. 02 is the lowest, they go through 4.5 weeks total Basic Training as far as combat skills.People have this mental image that Intel is a "sexy" job but the majority of Intel officers are washouts, cannot cope with stress of combat, etc.
I respect AMAN (IDF Intel), just not as fighting men.
An 01 by the way would be a brain damaged or severely unfit recruit and they would get 1 week training and then sent to wash vehichles for a few months, etc.
Officers, junior grade, are at least 08, combat soldier 05, etc. I am 09+. However my Intel Rating is compromised over a smuggling conviction from Lebanon that got me 4 months in an IDF prison (2 kilos of hash inside a MkII (Merkava tank)...but I suppose I will get to that evetually in a "My Life" entry.
My compromised Rating is why I cashiered out in 2007. I could go no further. Anyway, at my age it was prudent to cashier anyway. The IDF is a young man's outfit, our Brigadier Generals are in their early 30s.
Listening to my MP4, "Precious" by Depeche Mode, the Sasha Gargatuan Rmx. Love Depeche and Dave Gahan. Hey, have to up my fellow Jews yeah? And a dopefiend as well? For sure.
OK, so as I said I had given Jackie my password to the account I use for communication with Rizza and her family. I already discussed the result of that piece of genius...Jackie and I discussed this and she swore she would never go back to that account.
Hahahaaha, sigh...She woke up 3 hours ago and frantically tried to get in touch with me. "Rachi, why is Rizza saying this?" Rizza, cognisant that Jackie is lurking in that account is planting nonsense there about Rizza and I reuniting...Well Rizza got what she wanted (partially).
Jackie frantically contacted me after waking up a couple of hours ago (13 hour time difference between Mindanao and NYC).
Jackie: "What does this mean? You are getting back with Rizza?"
Rachamim: "Baby, if G-D forbid you left me today I would still never look at that girl.I was done with her long before we touched."
Jackie: "But why does she say THIS?"
Rachamim: "Baby, if you are trying to win me back, and you know my woman has this password...is it making sense yet?"
Jackie:"Well she is wrong! I will never leave you! She is foolish to think such a thing."
Rachamim:"Yes my love, she truly is foolish. Tell me, why did you go back into that ID after swearing to leave it alone?"
Jackie: "I can't help it."
Hmmmmmmm...hmmmmm...not a good sign I reckon.
Rachamim: "OK baby, I will help you. I am changing the password. Now you will not have to worry about what Rizza says or does."
Jackie: "YES, change it!!!"
I do suppose I expect too much of her. Me? I am ice cold, able to control myself to a very high degree.I suppose that I am at fault for giving her that ID and expecting her NOT to be curious.
Rizza has been texting me, talking about returning home to San Franz, to the compound. I explained to her that it will not happen, we will never be together again.
Rizza: "But Rachi, daddy, I am your wife!"
Rachamim: "Rizza, marriage is NOT a piece of paper. If Filipinos used toilet paper I would tell you what you could do with our Marriage Certificate."
Rizza: "Hehehehe, daddy, you always so funny!"
Rachamim: "Are you fucken crazy? Seriously, do you have a mental illness?"
Rizza: "No, I am fine. Why do you ask?"
(As I tell my cousin to suit up I want to spar as soon as I am finished) Rachamim: "Rizza, look, I need you to listen to me very carefully, please."
Rizza: "OK."
Rachamim:"Rizza, I truly hope you find the happiness that all people deserve. Me? I found mine. I will not give it up. Not for anything, and this will not change. You must make your life.I told you I am getting a Get (Jewish Divorce) and will file a civil divorce as well. You must accept this, this is not a game."
Rizza: "Rachi, I want that we should go back to Switzerland. We liked it there. We will be happy again."
(Ready to burst a blood vessel) Rachamim: "Rizza...(sigh), look, this has to stop? I love her, not you..."
Rizza: "But I am your wife, she is not. She is married to her husband. You must recognise that you are tied to me."
Rachamim: "How the fuck you can even say that as you live in that man's house? Have you no shame? Look what you have done to your bros and your baby sister. To your parents! You did this, not me, no matter what issues you may have had you did not have to fuck another man! Then, while you sleep in his house you preach to me about the responsibilities of marriage? Shame, shame on you!"
Rizza: "Daddy, can you send me a Tanach (Jewish Bible) and some chocolates?"
***Hahahahahaha, I swear this is real, I am not bullshitting!***
Rachamim: "Rizza, ask your BF to buy you some Filipino chocolates and as for HaTanach? What does Halacha (Jewish Law) say about an Adultress? You recall?"
Rizza: "The penalty is death by stoning?"
Rachamim: "There you go, you are a smart girl. Just live your life, I will send papers to your parents."
Rizza:"But we need to speak clearly about our situation! I will return! I want a chance!"
Rachamim: "Chances ended when I was on chemotherapy (Interferon for Hep-C) and you dogged me out fucking another man. Deal with it."
___________________________
So, Rizza then made some summy EMails, and sent EMails to our ID...The EMails mentioned Rizza and I getting back together, as well as about what I did in 2002 in our 1st separation when I was with the Hakka girl...Jackie, unbeknownst to me cruised my EMail and read all this shit as Rizza knew she would.
Sadly for Rizza, and luckily for me, Jackie actually loves me. In addition, she is not stupid and realises what is happening.
So, my life as I know it...After that maddening exchange of texts with Rizza my cousin and I sparred in the park. "Krav Maga" ("Combat Fighting") is an Israeli martial art and requisite training in the IDF for all "Kravi" ("Combat Soldiers" i.e. "Infantry").
It was developed in the late 1930s by a soldier in the pre-statehood paramilitaries. It is based on Aikkido, Ju-Jiutsu and Judo with a healthy dollop of pre-WWII street-fighting techniques.
In the 70 years since its development it has been perfected to a very high degree. Today all Infantryman go through hellish training in it. You must line up alond the length of a basketball court or parade ground, and the Instructor walks quickly down the line giving 1 or 2 moves on each soldier who must not react.
We officers, sadistic as we are, love to watch as a paltoon of 28 falls like dominoes as the Instructor moves down the line. In today's IDF "beating" recruits is illegal but doing so under the guise of Advanced Training is entirely legal. The strikes are controlled so as to leave no premanant marks or injuries and the rationale is to open up the trainees' minds to the opportunities available within the system.
The next phase consists of Rifle Strikes, 12 moves in 2 sets of 6 strikes that will kill a man within 3 moves (finish all 6 to confirm the kill). Krav Maga is essential because we specialise in CQUC (Close Quarter Urban Combat). If you are in a takedown and those pussy-ass M16A1s jam up as they do a lot in sand and dirt, you need to retain Kill Ability with your Primary (Primary Weapon). We are now changing from M16 to M4 configuration but I wish to hell we brought back the Galil (my Galil, especially my GALATZ were my babies).
Anyway, off to the park. I was steamed over Rizza...I suppose this caused me to give up a couple of points because although I flattened my cousin, as usual, I must have taken some to the ribs.My lower right ribs (bottom 2) are hurting bad to the point when I breathe depply they ache.
My cousin is a fucken Jobnik, an Intel officer, and they only rate 02. Essentially this means a pencil pusher hurt me! Man I am getting old!
On ratings...In the IDF you have different ratings depending upon training. 02 is the lowest, they go through 4.5 weeks total Basic Training as far as combat skills.People have this mental image that Intel is a "sexy" job but the majority of Intel officers are washouts, cannot cope with stress of combat, etc.
I respect AMAN (IDF Intel), just not as fighting men.
An 01 by the way would be a brain damaged or severely unfit recruit and they would get 1 week training and then sent to wash vehichles for a few months, etc.
Officers, junior grade, are at least 08, combat soldier 05, etc. I am 09+. However my Intel Rating is compromised over a smuggling conviction from Lebanon that got me 4 months in an IDF prison (2 kilos of hash inside a MkII (Merkava tank)...but I suppose I will get to that evetually in a "My Life" entry.
My compromised Rating is why I cashiered out in 2007. I could go no further. Anyway, at my age it was prudent to cashier anyway. The IDF is a young man's outfit, our Brigadier Generals are in their early 30s.
Listening to my MP4, "Precious" by Depeche Mode, the Sasha Gargatuan Rmx. Love Depeche and Dave Gahan. Hey, have to up my fellow Jews yeah? And a dopefiend as well? For sure.
