Monday,Aug 27 2007, 08:30:48 AMAnother night in Dar es Salaam

Sometimes I surprise myself, I cooked that chicken curry and we ate it 3 didnt leave anything on the plate. It was really delicious, even Hosie that eats like a bird served herself again. Soon after eating her friend came to our place and we empty the bottle of Tembo Rum and shifted to the Q-bar. Q-bar has excellent Rock and Roll but no one else that prostitutes would dance. I chat with my friends here and there while the gals are upstairs talking. There is this old guy coming to the bar looking at the changus like somebody at the fish market. Pick up one and leave. Bisy drinking and chating I think about that zorpian I met the other day, she was so charming, lot of humour, energetic, her skin is soft and her shape appealing. Soon after I recieve a sms from her, telling me she is out at Java Lounge. I have a look downstairs and I can see the same old guys coming back to pick up another changu, this time in the company of a drunkhard that must be his buddy. Where do they find all this energy to take 2 bitches over a night? Maybe their body is so sexy compare to their old wives that their ejaculation dont take much time. Tired with these pathetic people I propose to Hosie and Lili to get moving to Java Lounge, I really want to see Ande the zorpian again even if I am with my girlfriend. After all I want see Ande anymore since she is in Dar for only a few days and will be studying in Russia.

Java Lounge, bar O one and some other place are invaded by Tanzanian crap "kind of african whose parents have money and speak with a funny american accent about boring things, themselves or what they own, little humour or american kind of humour (they dont know sarcastisme or caustic humour).
Arriving there one of those congenital idiots has a gun and menace people around with it, people are all looking and scared, I just walk by and ignore those retarded ones.
So of course Hosie knows some of them and I am introduced, each time on of them comes to me he feels like he needs to talk like on MTV: He! whats up dude? Kind of cool here, u-no-wat-da-mean?
I never make friends there because of my answers. Bisy cuting short some useless conversations coming from uninteresting people I look in the crowd hoping to cross those black pearls of Ande. After a while I see her, she was looking at me, she smiles and my heart goes fast. I greet her, we talk shortly but I already feel better. The night goes on I dont know where she is but I am happy I saw her once again....

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Wednesday,Jul 4 2007, 07:32:50 PMFrench novels

Some belgians friends write articles of fantasy. have a look if your french is good enough... www.ananta.be

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Tuesday,Jun 26 2007, 01:29:33 PMNow what is so special about gazelles?

It is past midnight...

This American gal has been talking about her cat and her apartment in UK for an hour now, speaking loud enough not to let anybody interupt her or talk to anyone else, with that noizy nasal voice... Apparently her bla bla seems to interest an Indiano-arab guy kind of not looking as often at her eyes than at her luxurious breast of milk cow that she expose behind little clothes arrogantly. He participate to her monologue with some "waow thats cool", "Yeah", "Gotta ta be kiding", "Ho really". Another friend, a Swiss young guy is ...

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