UrishMiSer

Dear Harut, which part of my post deserved your "vorik"? Not a fan of sarcasm?

Wow. I feel so dumb actually answering the question. J/K. Am I wrong in noticing a pattern in which most "veterans" of the site choose to dodge the questions asked and answer in a rather witty way? And about the other meaning of the term married; shame, shame on asking such a question. Were you not aware that our girls do not engage in such activities before marriage?!?!?!?! None of us are even aware of such things until we are carried to the marital bed.

Extra jan, I know how it feels to fear something so trivial to others. No one understands but here it goes.......... You think it only happens in scary movies, but my cousin thought it'd be funny to scare me to death. Anyway, in Armenia we had really high beds. On one occasion my cousin was sleeping over at our house. It was time for bed and I thought he had already gone to the extra bedroom next door. So I walked toward my bed and was about to climb in (I was about six yrs. old) when a hand grabbed around my ankle and pressed very hard . I was so scared that for a second I couldn't move. When I finally snapped out of it I ran out on the room sreaming "mama jannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn". I have never forgotten that fear which gave me pains in my chest. To this day I cannot walk to my bed and climb in as a normal person would. I always kinda jump in. And I have slept in a lit room every day since that incident so long ago. I know it may not qualify as a phobia, but I just wanted to share my fear.

21. Young, naive. Crazy in love.

Thank you Arpa and Gamavor. Your posts more than answered my questions. Now, I too am left wondering why we choose to keep our Turkish surnames. Or Hebrew/Jewish ones for that matter. I can only believe that no matter where it is derived from, your name is a part of your identity and part of your heritage. But it is ironic and saddening. When I discussed this matter with my new friend who bears the name Israyelyan, he just reminded me that they were teghaci and that is how teghacis chose to identify themselves. Being nor -ekogh, my great-great family members chose to call themselves after the Turkish word for wheat/grain. I hve been told that back then they were most likely farmers/ bakers. Anyway, I am off to find out where my family lived in Turkey.

Can somebody please let me know whether the last name Israyelyan describes Armenians from Israel? I know most last names stand for or describe either occupation or family name, yet I am very curious to find out if there is any other reason a family of Armenians would have the name Israyelyan. Thank you in advance for any info.

#19 You know you must be living in 2006 if you keep your cell phone (on vibrate) under your pillow while sleeping so you won't miss any calls. ^^ I am guilty of the above.

I didn't mean it to be funny. Actually it means a lot to me. But mostly I am talking about a mother's love for her child.. it is urish mi ser. And I have found this beautiful picture w/ mother and child, but I am having a bit trouble using it as my avatar. Can you tell I am new to all this? Anyway, thanx for the welcome.

Very interesting. My law proffesors also agree with you about becoming a paralegal and feeling out what being a lawyer really entails prior to going into so much debt and being stuck in the career. Your observations and insights about cheating and the movie were very refreshing. Most guys do not see it your way. But there's hope yet....

THE MAYONNAISE JAR AND COFFEE When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar... and the coffee. A professor stood before his Philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was. The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous "yes." The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. the students laughed. "Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided,"I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life." "The golf balls are the important things - your God, family, your children,your health, your friends, and your favorite passions - things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full." "The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car." "The sand is everything else-the small stuff." "If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls." "The same goes for life." "If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room or the things that are important to you." "Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness." "Play with your children." "Take time to get medical checkups." "Take your partner out to dinner." "Play another 18." "There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal." "Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter." "Set your priorities." "The rest is just sand." One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked." "It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."

Thanx....

Sorry to single you out but I wholeheartedly disagree with your statement "the new generation of Armenian girls could not be more materialsitic". It is not that black and white and does not pertain to Armenians only. The MTV generation as a whole is growing up spoiled and lacks values and has a warped sense of reality. Armenians have a tendency to copy and take all the negative traits of whatever country they live in very easily. That is why SOME Armenian girls look for a guy that already has "the three keys" to the following : expensive car (preferably German), nice house( 2+ bedrooms), and succesful business( non- fraud related). Having said all that, I would like to add that these are the girls who barely drag themselves through to high school graduation and have no ambitions of career or higher education. They only dream of finding rich husbands to support them while they conceive a son and shop all day. Some of us have no desire to be "kept" by a man so he can remind me "he brings home the bacon" so he rules over me and the house. Thank you, but no thank you. I am fully capable of carrying my own weight and making decisions without a man. So some of us in the WEST COAST(I live in Hollywood, California- right in the heart of "Little Armenia") are not gold diggers. Hell, in my case I was such a fool in love that I took care of him for a while (cell phone bills, credit card payments, car lease). So please do not stereotype or generalize. And I agree that any man who flaunts his cash to get a woman DESERVES a gold digger.

Thank u Azat.

Sorry, my mistake. Harganqners. I guess your screen name kind of threw me off. The little girl is very cute. I wish I could post a pic as the avatar. But I am having a blonde experience and just can't seem to make it work.

Thank you very much for the kind welcomes. And the kofe is much appreciated ExtraHye. Especially coming from a guy.