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Kabul Journal 2012

Posted in My everyday life with tags , , , , , on July 21, 2012 by Nomad

Kabul 5th of May 2012

 

Its Saturday the 5th of May 2012 exactly 12 days since I left home back in Adelaide Australia and i really miss everything back home. It’s nothing like where I live; everything is so different here from city to entertainment to shops and its people. Over 30 years of wars in Afghanistan has destroyed the country which rebuilding of it may take a very long time. Most of its structures are in a very bad condition such as bridges roads, buildings transportation and of course the country’s economy. With continued every day attack and bombing by the Taliban makes life hard for everyone. People can’t trust the country and the current political transition of Afghanistan and a lot of big firms just don’t have the confidence to invest into the country due to every day struggle by the government to take full control of the country and to ensure the people and investors a safe country to invest.

Flying over the region looks amazing with tall mountains deep valleys dry looking single road stretched out white snows covering the tip of the mountains. It is just an amazing scene to experience because its nothing like flying over Australia or Indonesia where you see mostly flat surfaces or ocean but not in this part of the world. All you see are the mountains and nothing else. Coming over Kabul city, it is located between tall mountains again covered with white blanket of snow, the house are very low and flat on the ground looking very muddy with no particular colour. Green vegetation is very hard to see any where around the city except some forms and vegetation lands which are not a lot but only a few hundred meters. When i was flying over Australian cities no matter which one Adelaide or Melbourne all I was seeing everywhere was trees and green vegetation which makes the city looks beautiful and amazing, but not Kabul.

Touching down at Kabul International Airport and to find out that there is very old landing truck with green grass everywhere, I never saw anything like these at any other airport around the world. Helicopter covered everywhere and very old too, military plans all around the air port make you feel like you are at a military airport. Arianna Afghanistan’s national Air line standing still looking very old and out of date. I would be scared to fly in one of them not because i don’t like it but because I can’t fully trust them due to their bad conditions. Going through to the check in counter it is very old and out of date system. In fact looks worst than an Australian regional air port with wooden counters and very unexperienced looking official behind the counter. On board our flight Fly Dubai there was more foreigners than afghan nationals and because it was my first time seeing all of them going to Afghanistan i was like wow so many of other people but no afghans. Anyhow as i walked to the counter and hand in my passport, they guy went through it as well as looking at me to make sure if it is me or something. Last year in January i went on a trip to Bali and Thailand for a short one month holiday with a mate and i tell you it was such an amazing trip and a mouth watering experience for both of us especially for me. That trip opened my eyes about what the world really looks like and what kinds of people exist out there. Anyways the guy at the counter saw the visa from my Bali trip and stared at it for a few seconds before asking me why did i get an Indonesian visa and why did i go there? I was surprised by his questions to be honest and wondered straight away if this guy really knows what he is talking about. At an airport they don’t ask why a person went to other countries but might be asking what the purpose of your travel is? For example, holiday or work or living here because there are a lot of afghan nationals who got dual citizenship with another country’s passport. So i told the guy that i went on a short holiday last year. He looked at me and my passport’s photo a few more times before stamping on it and handing in my passport to me.

As i walked out of the airport I see an empty car park and no people around and emptiness around the airport. It was nothing like Adelaide’s airport where you walkout and you see taxies lining up, people standing around waiting for their friends and families, cars driving pass and a car park full of cars. We walked a few 100 meters into a crowded car park with solders or police officers standing around staring at us like they never seen any human like us before when suddenly one of the trolley man told us this car park is not for passengers, it’s only for rich people who parks their cars and foreigners. We turned back and walked another kilometre straight to get to the gate where everyone was waiting for passengers.

It is amazing how tight the security is around the airport in Kabul. Check point after check point every 10 to 20 mitres with police officers with guns standing around in a group of two or three making you feel very uncomfortable especially for someone who comes from a country like Australia. Finally it’s time to meet and greet the extended family members with them hugging tight and kissing few hundred times on both sides of your cheeks and questions coming from every directions on how the trip was and how was the relatives back in Australia. In a way it is the warmest welcome you can get from a bunch of people. You don’t get that warm welcome in Australia even if you meet a family member after 10 to 20 years. It’s an amazing feeling you get and it really touches your heart and your soul and makes you feel a self worthy person not just a piece of junk.

In Australia when you sit in a car the first thing you do is you put your sit belt on before you even say a word. As i sit in the car and closed the door i immediately pulled the sit belt trying to lock it in but couldn’t find the lock. I asked the person next to me about where the lock is hiding and he burst into laughing loud while everyone in front of us looking back thinking i am crazy or something. I asked if i said anything wrong and the guy next to me who is my cosine Bulla meaning cosine there is no sit belt here in Afghanistan and no one actually wears here anyways. It is the first time sitting in a car without a sit belt on going for a long half an hour drive to my destination. Driving out of airport seeing dirt, broken roads, and polluted air, smoke that you can hardly take a breath in. Humans, cars, motor bike, cycles and dogs running on the same road from different directions makes you feel like you are in a different planet. Traffic is such a big problem in Afghanistan. There is no traffic light or human traffic that can direct the cars. Cars moving inch by inch in a big traffic jam. People are not scared here, the first car to put their nose in is the first car to get out of the mess. People don’t respect the road rules at all, everyone just want to get from point A to point B as soon as they can even if they have go over the footpath or from inside the gutters. It’s amazing how these drivers survive in this situation without any minor accident. If it was in Australia there would be hundreds of accidents each day with hundreds of death but not in this part of the world. My cosine told me a story about how he was going to hospital in a family friend’s car and the car in front of him stop and so did he but the car behind him smashed his indicator light at the back. After getting into arguments the guy whose car was hit told the other guy that it is ok and let him go without any compensation. That’s how people are understanding and solves their problem by respect and tolerance unlike western world where these things are a dream and people will not leave without compensation.

After half an hour drive and reaching out destination it’s time to sit back, relax and have a cup of tea where it is a tradition of the Afghan people when someone comes to your house the first thing you do is you serve them tea and sweet and start the conversation. This is all part of life here in Afghanistan and people love it. After few hours of conversation, question and answer time it’s finally time to get some real rest, I am talking about getting some sleep before more and more people will pour into the house to see the new comers who come from a foreign land called Australia. Honestly people respect guests a lot in this part of the world but when you come from overseas like Australia they will have more respect for you. Somehow it’s very obvious that people know that you are not from here straight away when you walk in the street even though u look like them and u talk similar and still they stare at you like they never seen any human like you before.

Anyhow they next few days will be my rest day at home, more and more people will come to visit us and we will have to go to people’s houses too but that’s not until later on. Its day 2 of my visit in Kabul and I am already bored as hell. Back at home I used to be busy with gym, clients, and friends or at home laying down watching TV or serving the net and being on face book. It is the 5th of May 2012 my first day going out of the house to where they call it Bazaar or what we call it town/city. The good thing is that the house I am living at is on the very road where we will have to catch our ride to city or Bazaar which gives us less of a hassle from walking for miles and miles before catching transport like some of the other people living in the same areas. The roads are not concreted like Australian roads; it’s just a pile of rubbles on top of each other making a road just like a country road on outskirts of South Australia maybe a little worst. A trip that would take less than 10 minutes would normally take as long as 20 minutes or even half an hour just because the roads are absolutely in terrible condition. The transport system in Afghanistan is as bad as the roads. There is no proper transport system in place like Australia, anyone with a car or a bus can get on the road and start picking up passengers and start making money in this country. From where I live to go to city i have to catch one of those car which can carry eight people in total but not here in Afghanistan. They try to carry as many passengers as they can so they can make more money. They don’t care about safety or passenger satisfactions. A sit where 3 people are a loud in Australia, here they carry 4 people in that sit. Where you put your legs another 3 or 4 people sits. A car that has been designed to carry eight passengers with full safety and protection here in Afghanistan they double that number by carrying at least 20 or so people or they won’t even move an inch from their stations.

Buses are the same; they carry as many passengers as possible to the point where everyone sticks against another person next to them. The buses are not big either, just mini bus size buses with woman sitting at the front just behind the driver and the men moving to the back of the bus. Often people complain and start swearing to the bus staff members for pushing more and more people in the bus. The fares are cheap but buses are often crowded and just like buses in Australia they stopes every few second making the already long trip longer. Every bus has a driver and a helping hand person where they call him “cliner” who calls out for passengers to get on or when people want to get off or collecting the fares. The cliners as they call them try to get as many people as possible and make as much fare as they possibly can in one trip. A lot of people hate travelling on the bus but because they are cheap they have no other choice but to catch it. Other people who can afford the fares they catch either a taxi, private car which is again just like a taxi or one of those smaller cars which carry 20 passengers in a car which is designed to carry only eight people. I personally hate all of them but taxi; private cars are the only comfortable way to get around Kabul city if you don’t care about fares.

Getting around Kabul city is not as easy as Adelaide. Streets without names, crowded, kids trying to sell chocolate and hand bags, restaurant waiters trying to get you into their restaurant by naming what they cook and how tasty and nice they are. There are thieves that can rob your money, passport or any other belongings from your pockets in a blink of an eye. In fact Kabul’s thieves are famous in the world. They can steal your money in crowded places like a market, in a car a bus or somewhere where it involves people standing or sitting close together. I lost $100 a few days ago which I don’t know where, but i am just guessing that one of the robbers robed my pocket. I am still hoping it dropped off my pocket around the house and mum picked it up but will have to ask mum. It’s amazing how these people rob your pockets, some of them dress up in nice clothes just like an office worker or a rich kid and one touch against your body and the next thing you will see is your money is not in your pocket or your phone. It doesn’t have to be money in your pocket; some people have a note book or a piece of paper or anything that show that there is something in your pocket they will take it from you.

For someone who is new in this part of the world shopping in Kabul can be hard. When you go to a shop the shop keepers tell you a price that’s very high in fact higher than normal market prices. They tell you that something cost you 1000 Afghani when the real price is no more than 500 Afghani. Most people in Afghanistan kind of beg for lower prices even if the shop keeper lower the prices still the ask about if they can lower it even more. That’s how it is in here and if you don’t know how to do that than honestly you will get ripped off big time. They will sale you something double their prices.

Life can be hard for some people in Kabul if they don’t have education or a business of their own. People get out of their houses in the morning and go stand on a cross intersection of a busy area of the city and wait for someone to come and pick them up and take them to work. Normally its trade work like building sites labourers and everyday cleaners and so on. Sometimes people sit almost half of the day before returning home with no food and no money because there wasn’t anyone to take them to work. It depends how lucky they are. People come and collect pieces of metal from houses and try to sale them to make a few dollars a day. An average person lives on less than $20 a day and they are happy with that.

Going to Hazarajat which is a mountaineer part of the country and where mostly Hazara tribe lives. Hazaras are a minority group which make around 10%  of the total population and who are very different in religion, colour and also look. They are believed to be the descendent of Ghangez Khan who was once the ruler of almost all Asia and a part of Europe. Ghangez Khan was believed to be a ruler who used to rule by fist and swords. He would kill anyone who wouldn’t want to be part of his empire and who wouldn’t bow to him. He was believed to be a very cruel man to those who hated him and very fateful to those who used to follow him.

Hazarajat is my home town, where i was born and breed till i was older and flee to Pakistan due to prosecution by the Taliban who are Pashtons and the majority of Afghanistan’s population. Hazara people always has been prosecuted against, killed, murdered and wasn’t allowed to work in public and government offices due to being Hazara and Shia Muslim. A lot of the Sunni muslims who are the majority of the population in Afghanistan and around the world believes that Shia Muslims are in fiddles or Kafir due to being Shia despite us following the same God, the same Book, praying to same direction Mecca and who’s believes are almost the same. The only difference is that Shia Islam believes Ali who was the son in law of the Prophet Mohammad and who was the closest person to him was the next person to lead Islam but Sunni Muslims believes Abubakar who was one of the followers of the prophet was the next person to lead Muslims. That’s the only difference but these people make it such a big issue when there is not even that much differences.

Anyways during Taliban era hazara people was killed and murdered in hundreds even their womean and children. Better looking women were picked up and was taken as prostitute and the rest was killed in cold blood by cutting their throats even the elders and children as young as one year old. People’s house was burned down to the ground so they wouldn’t be able to live anywhere and die of hunger and cold. Girls as young as ten were gang raped by these people who they called themselves Muslim and followers of Islam. Women’s and girls’ couldn’t go to work school or even outside the house without a man present with them as a matter of fact. Anyhow there was a lot of cruelty against hazara people in Afghanistan since the 1980 even before that until now, even now despite a government which is lead by western world there are discrimination against hazaras in all walks of life. A lot of Pashtons believes that hazaras are not from Afghanistan and they should get out and have no right to be called Afghan like Pashtons and Tajiks.

If people of Afghanistan come together and try to work as one and try to work towards a better Afghanistan which was around 30 years ago than there will be a possibility or else Afghanistan will be the same which it is at the moment in another 20 years. People will hate each other, there will be harassment in every way that you could think, and there will be discrimination against minorities and woman and religion. Afghanistan can be one of the richest and most valuable country among its neighbours and that can only happen when people of Afghanistan work as one and only for one purpose to take the country towards a better future for the country and also for its people not just Pashtons but every single afghan citizen. Afghanistan have a lot of natural resources which hasn’t been touched yet for example natural gas which is probably number 1 in the world, gold, silver, metal, coal, copper and other resources which hasn’t been discovered. Afghanistan’s resources hasn’t been touched since the beginning of the time and once upon a time Afghanistan will be a very rich country but only if its people really wants to and have the guts to put their hands up and say yes we want an independent and a great Afghanistan.

I returned back to Australia on 17 of June 2012 after a month of stress and struggle with what happened in my life back there. It was a journey that will be remember for ever wither it is for good reasons or bad can’t be discussed here but it was defiantly a very experiencing journey which opened my eyes a little more wider towards the world and of course towards Afghanistan the country its self as well. To me it was a life changing journey and it actually changed my life in every ways. i only hope it is for good and not anything out of ordinary.

 

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My journey through my Personal Training course

Posted in My everyday life on October 27, 2009 by Nomad

Its been nearly 3 months since i started my Personal Training course at the Australian Institute of Fitness and it has been an amazing journey for me. Lets talk about how i even thought about going into fitness industry at first. 1 year ago on a cold day of september walking up and down Runddle Malll i saw a guy standing with flyers in his hands, and a big board which say “Free fitness” i thought it sounded interesting, so i went to him, he introduced him self as James and asked me if i wanted to do a week of free fitness training at Fitness First? i said ok. So i went into the gym the next day and he showed me around and i signed a paper which said from this date on for one week  i can use the gym for free. after a week one day late  i came in and wanted to cancel my membership but because i was late one day they told me that i can’t cancel it, so i had to pay for 12 month wither i use the gym or not.

At first i was quite angry for what happened and for a few days i didn’t even come to gym. After a deep thought i said to my self, they will take the money out of my account even if i dont go, so its better to be smart and use the time, so i started going to gym, being shy and a beginer makes everything hard to focus and to workout, besides i had no idea about how to work out, what to use or how to use them. I started coming everyday, looking around me how people worked out, and seeing all the personal trainers training people i got some ideas as days and weeks went by.

It was than when i really liked coming to the gym and working out, it made me feel good, gave me confidant and friends talked about the result i was getting. I started working hard, exploring into the industry more and it was than when i started thinking about getting into fitness industry, being a Personal Trainer. One day i picked the phone and made the courage to call AIF and ask them about the course. I went in one day and enrolled and started my course.

Its nearly the end of the course, i still go to gym and i fall in love with fitness industry more and more each day as i explore more about the benefit it has as health wise or career wise and enjoy the time being in the gym and making new friends and meeting new people. It feels like im nearly on top of the world and full fill my desire towards fitness. Its time now to get a job as PT and start changing people’s lives as obesity and fatness starting to grow in our communities. My mission is to help people so they can help them selves, having a better, healthier and active life is not less than having a room full of treasures, because health is the most important thing in life.

 

Just another sunday

Posted in My everyday life on September 13, 2009 by Nomad

Home sweet home, room sweet room. A room inside the home, samething. Home is a place where you sit down and relax, take a deep breath and think about life, living, things you done and the outcomes. Home is a place where you feel comfortable, special and unique. A place where you are the king and the ruller. When people go on a trip and when they come back, they say its good to be back home. Its because home is special, there is no such place in the world like your own home.

You are reading this and wondering there must be somthing wrong with me. Well nothing is wrong with me, thats how i feel today and im just expressing my feeling here. I am a family person, i love family friends and the love that they have towards me. And it all starts from you own home and family, so hear out my story for the day.

Here i am sitting on my bed facing the window watching outside while typing this. Its cloudy and i can see a few rain drop on the window, i think it is going to rain soon, because the sky is dark. Normally on sundays at this time i would in my Personal Training class at Port Adelaide, but today i think its my lucky day to be at home early. Today we had a test and as soon as it was done, we were free to go, and i was one of the first few to exit from class, that makes me special…..i would say smarter then the rest of class.

I am doing personal training because i love being healthy, fit and active. I love working out and hitting the gym as much as i can during the week. Health and wellbeing is my first periority in life and i think it is very important to be fit, healthy and active. I believe if you are healthy and fit you will be able to do anything in life, or else you will be in hospital bed hearing a few rude and disrespecting words from nurses, how do i know? because i been to one, and belive me you dont want to be in a hospital, the worst place to be in.

Acording to Australian Health Department 1 in 4 Australian childrens are over weight and nearly 2 million of the Australian population is obis or over weight which is really bad for a country with such a small population of just over 20 million people. I want to be one of the health one not the obis and fat people, thats why i choose to do work out and keep my self fit and active rather than sitting at home infront of TV and watch simpsoon.

Anyways, lets talk about my sunday. Its back sunny and beautiful outside, amazing how nature can transform its self in not time. Mum is just cooking something which smells strong and yummy, can’t wait till its cooked, i am actually starving right now. its been a good day so far, relaxing besides that morning session PT which i had, and that was fun as well cause we had to get into groups and teach others how to work out, what kind of exercise you do and which one works better for which part of body. I just love it all, specially the practice part of it. I can’t wait till i get my Cert IV in Personal Training and get a job. Its going to be the best day of my life. I love this job. 1 you are helping people to get what they want a good healthy life style and 2 you do what you love and you get paid and keep your self fit and healthy at same time. Not like some people who spend everyday behind a desk and by the end of the day they stuck a few kg to their body.

well its been a pleasure talking here. i love it here, because you can write what ever you feel like, your opinion, experience, knowledge and advice and a great place to catch up and find out about other particepants……..

See you untill next time. God be with you

Sunday – A day off

Posted in My everyday life on June 20, 2009 by Nomad

Sunday the 7th days of the week, a day that alot of people get rest, play sport or go to an sporting activities and get ready for a new week that is coming for them, because monday is just like any other days of the week, work, school and so on. For some people sunday is fun day of the week, because they get a day off of what they do each day, spend time with their family and friend, but for some it is the boring day of the whole week, because apperently some people loves to go to work, study and do their everday activities rather then staying home and hearing all the complaints and thoughts from their family and childrens, like your wife is sick, you child need new cloths, there is no food, we dont have these things at home. Here i am sitting in my room listening to music (Rafta Fafta woh mere haste ka samma hogey), it is a nice song to listen when you are alon and no distruction and noices around you, because you can listen to it in a deep thought and understand the meaning and feel it inside your soul.

I saw a documentary on tv back  a while ago about music and and the human mind when they are about to give up on life and everything in between. The documentary stated that, music is part of sould and in a human’s life, music can make our mind clear of everything, from the everyday stress of our lives to a seriouse illness and stress related disease. In the documentary i also noticed doctors and physicians using music therapy as a mean to treat people with all kinda of illnesses. I think when you listen to music you forget everything else in life, just think about nothing and let your soul flow with the tune of  the music and your soul will soon be free from stress and every day distructions.

Anyways i was going to talk about my day, so far going fine. I meant to study for my exam which is on monday, but i feel like relaxing for a few hour before i start my study. It is nice weather ouside with the sun shining and not cold at all, i feel like going to the beach just to walk along the beach, but i have to study for my exam. Everytime i think of exams i foget every happiness in my life, everything good that will happen in that day, get depressed and so on.

A study showes that alot of the Uni students get into depression, obesity and some mental illness during their study at Uni because of the stress, presure and study load which they have to cope with. As a student at Uni i can say that it is quite true. I go through alot of stress during my assignments and now exam time. Stress can have great impact on our health and everyday lives.

Any ways its mid day 12 noon, my room is quite cold, it is alot warmer outside then inside. I would go and write outside if my laptop had enough battery life, just turned off a few minutes ago because it wasn’t connect to charge and run out batter life, i lost loads of my typed blog. My brother is kicking the boxing bage outside and it is really noisey, i bet the whole neibourhood can hear him smashing the bag lol. Looks like everyone is getting out of their houses now, i can see from my window kids at the park, people walking down the street and children shouting and screaming all around. Sometimes it feels better when you see people around, without them it is kind of boring, like a ghost town lol.

Any how, i feel like i have wrote down enough of my thoughts, No one on msn to talk to axcept one person who i barely know, but still she talk to me, well have a nice day and time for me to go and do some study if i can. take care and good bye

Zak H.

The tale of Zee & Tan

Posted in My everyday life on June 17, 2009 by Nomad

As time goes by my patients start geting impatient, my heart start beating faster and faster in my chest, my excitment keeps geting biger and the clocks keep going faster. Do you know how hard it is for someone to wait, for someone to come  or something to happen? Maybe you do know, because you waited for someone, maybe someone close to your heart, someone special or someone for whom waiting meant nothing, you would wait for this person your whole life or a million years untill that person come to you.

You wonder what the hell am i talking about here,  not to make you even more confuse soon i will get to my point, what i really want to say here, the reason why i turned on my laptop and start typing. It is to tell a story of two people who wants to become one, who wants to get to know each other and who wants to catch up. Of course this story is happening wright now, here in this city and at this time of the year. Some may call it a love story, some may call somethin thing else, but to me it seems a good story to tell.

Zee and Tan are the two characters in this story who lives about 40 to 50 killomiter apart on each side of the city. Zee is a very social person who is interested in meeting and greeting new people all around the world, specially in the city where he lives Adelaide. Zee got acounts with all the social networking websites like Bebo, facebook, myspace, twitter and tagged.com where he talks to his friends and also meet new friends everyday. Social networking websites are one of the most common and relaiable places where todays generation specially young people make friends, meet each other from around the glob.

The time nearly 5 pm, Zee is in a cafe shop in the city where he go on the internet to check his emails and also to go on the socialising websites to view and replay to peopl’s comments and suggestions. Tagged.com is one of his favorite places where he hang out and chat to people, Zee browses through people’s pages to see who is interesting and who he would like to meet and talk to. Its then when he come a cross to Tan’s page and browse it and read her personal information, soon he likes Tan and her picture and send her a message which says “Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii”. Zee wasn’t expecting a replay message so he went on to check his emails and went on to youtube where he watched some video.

twenty minutes later Zee visites tagged.com again and sees a new message, he opens it and sees Tann’s message which says “Hi”, Zee is excited and smiling at the same time, because she just send just as simple message as zee sent her, just a hi. Zee replays and introduces him self and ask her a few questions like where do you live, and how old are you. Tan replays and soon they exchange their MSN and talks on there, they talk about each other’s likes, dislikes and everything in between.

There interests grows bigger to each other and they both talk about how hot and sexy they both are. Zee is as sweet as his talkes who makes women fall for him through his sweetness and his personality and the way he communicates with woman. I guess communication is one of the most important part of everyone’s lives these days, no relationship, no business or no meeting works hunder percent without positive communication. How do i know about it, because i am studying it. Any ways back to the story.

Tan is a shy girl who can’t really express her self and what she really want to say in an open conversation. Does she like Zee? yes she does, does she want to say that she loves Zee? I dont think so, because she can’t, she is shy. girls can’t express their love to a guy, so guys have to make the first move most of the times. One night while the two of them having conversation on msn, Zee askes Tan what does she do on friday? Tan replays nothing, Zee askes her if she want to catch up? Tan replays maybe, Zee laughs and says, you know maybe means yes? she smiles and replays back says, yes. Zee says, so i take it as a yes then? what are you doing this friday? Tan, what time? Zee sevenish, Tan, where? Zee Elder’s Park. Zee do you know where is that? Tan ummm Behind Casino? Zee Yes it is.

Meanwhile while they are both waiting for the friday to come, they both talk through sms and msn. Tan is being nagative about her appearance and the ways she looks, and thinks that Zee wont like her once he meet her, but to Zee she is a dimond, Zee likes her not because the way she looks but because her personality, smile and eyes, they are all killers, man hunter. lol. Zee keeps telling Tan that she is gorgeos and she is lovely, but still Tan can’t believe that she is going out with Zee. I guess some times negativity and negative thinking can let your life down and make you feel uncomfortable in life.

The story of Zee and Tan is to be continued, because meanwhile Tan is on a trip, untill she is back good bye.

I lost her

Posted in My everyday life on June 16, 2009 by Nomad

20th Jan, 2009. its 10.00 Am, its crowded, noisy and smelly, of course smell of perfume. Im on a train going to city, i see school children chatin each other, girls looking at guys, business man reading the fall of stock exchange an me feeling really sleepy. From the station i get on the train to city, it is fifteen minutes ride, but still i feel sleepy and tired. I dont know why or how, even ipod doens’t help to keep me awake, i think i sleep better on the train then in my bed lol.

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its 14 past 10am, i just got out of the city train station, its crowded, people are rushing in each direction, and im thinking it was much beter on the train then walkin along these street, its so rush, people aften get lost or which way to go. heheh thats not true, it is not that bad, but still its rush hour time.

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17 past 10am, im standing at the trafic light, ready to cross the light to get to gym. You see i love working out, and having a good body and specially a good health, so every morning i travell half and hour to and nearly one hour back from gym. If thats not love then what is that.

Anyways, im at the light and this girl, light blond hair, light blue eyes, tight jens an a beautiful yellow head scarf around her neck standing right besides me listening to her Ipod. Her lips were moving, singing a song, i couldn’t understand her what she was singing but it felt like she was singing Britney Spears Womanizer, im saying that because i couldt read her lips saying “womaniser womaniser”, I see girls every day, i talk to them, but this girl was a totally different breed of girls, when my eyes got incontact with her, i forgot everything, there was only one thing i wanted to see and i wanted to hear and i wannted to have, that girl. I never seen anything like this before before, i stand up there looking at her but it sad that she didn’t noticed me at all, Â Â

Its 20 past 10am, im still standing at the light, but noticed there was no girl around and all new people standing around me, looking at me like im some kind of crazy begger beging. I know why, because i was standing there for at least 3 mintues looking over my shoulder at that girl, but there was no girl, so im guessing that i was looking at nothin which was obsured.

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I went to the gym, coudlnt’ work out, from the moment i entered gym untill i walked out all i was thinking about was that girl at the trafic light.

Another day ended but with so much on my mind, whether i see this girl again or not, should i tell her how i feel about her or not, what should i tell her when i see her again all these thoughts running throuhg my head, i was really happy and excited about the whole thing.

Days went pass i caught the same train at the same time everyday the next 3 weeks in hoping to see her again. At the same station where she got the train i would get off my sit and look around and the two doors incase if i see her some where in the crowd, but no sign of her.

Even wrote a letter to give to her, in that letter i had expressed my self and how i felt about her and what would i gave her if she be a part of my life, i even thought about working hard to save money and go for a holiday, but i guess i wasn’t that lucky and some times i think that girl was an angel who thought me how can someone fall in love, a true love.

from that day on i never saw her again nearly 7 months pass on and still each day i catch the train and in hope of seeing her one more time, but that time isn’t there yet. Hope to see her again and tell her my feeling towards her.

End of the story

I wish

Posted in My everyday life on June 15, 2009 by Nomad

Wish, a word so simple to say but with many people it wont become true. Each day millions of people wish for things, such as to become rich, more populare, get healthy, get a good life, to have somethin, to go some where or even to die. Some times people complain and says “god why dont you hear me and make my wish come true” if God had to make everyone’s wish come true, there would a world war 5, it would get ugly, everyone would get rich, people would kill someone, people would die and god knows what else would happen. Thats the reason not everyone’s wish comes true.

As an individual i always wish for everything, just like everyone else, for example i wish i was a millionar, i wish i had a perfect life, i wish i could be like that person, but the fact is that non of these will be granted to me just because im wishing for somthing. If you wana wish for somthing you have to get it for your self, because nothing falls from sky for you to make your wish come true. Once a rich person the name wich i can’t remember told me, ” son if you want something in life dont wish for it to come to you, dont wait for it, and dont ask for it  instead you make your move and get what you want in life and do it your self” it is true and those who make their move will get their wish, not those who wait for it to come to them.

A few years ago I was in the hospital with a very nasty illness, it is called TB or Tebercluses, dont know how i got it, dont know where i got it from, the only thing i knew that it was serious and killer. It all started with a headache for a week untill one moring when i woke up and find my self in a very bad condition. I couldn’t move, couldn’t talk but i knew that something was wrong with me. I called one of my friend, he came home and tried to talk to me, but i wasn’t unable, so he called an Ambulance, they did the same thing, but still i couldn’t talk. I was trying but nothing would coming out of my mouth, i was silent like when your phone is ringing but there is no sound because it is on silent. They took me to Hospital and i was there for two months. During those 2 months everyday i wished for only one thing, and that was to get well, back on my feet and have a normal life, in return i would never do anything bad and always be pure, honest like an angel.

After two months when i was better, i found out that i had a little chance of survival and the Dr s worked so hard to save my life. I had twenty four hours to live untill the Dr found out what was wrong with me. Apperently Dr did every possible test to find out my symtoms, but they were unsuccesful, they gave up on me, untill one Dr did one final test which was my last chance of survival. He finally found out what was wrong with me and immidiatley diagnosed me and i was under 24 hourse care.

When i was finally out of  hospital i had to do tests and take medications for a year to make sure that the disease is completley gone out of my system and never to return back. When i was all beter, i made a promiss with god, and it was to be a nice person, helpful to others, kind hearted, respectful and understanding to never do anything wrong to anyone, because got granted my wish and gave a second chance to live. I guess i have a purpose to live and i hope that purpose is to help others and to be a roll model. Not as a celebraty but as a normal human being and as a person. So far i been good and helpful, respectful and a role model for my community and my friends. I never hurt people, never do anything to make people think that i am a moran.

My point here is that when it comes to becoming rich, have a beautiful wife, be a celebrety or to be the most famouse person in the world, never wish for it, because it wont happen, you have to go for it, follow your wish, make it come true by working hard, by facing the ugly things in life and have no fear. If it is about life and death, then  you ask god for help, wish for a second chance to live, just like i did and my wish was granted.