This is my last post. Almost everyone I used to follow here has either quit on you or simply stopped writing a blog altogether. I am leaving because I am sick and tired of your boring interface and super depressing blogs which somehow have to be about FOOD or SEX or BOTH intertwined together like vanilla and chocolate.
Everyone on here seems to just come on to vent. Nothing more, nothing less. People like me who have literally had enough in the real world sometimes log in here just to cheer the fuck up and all we get to read are bitches pms-ing like crazzzyyy! seriously WTF?! And you too gladly publish em on your front page for everyone to know how you are left with no creativity in the boardroom.
I suggest you sell this site to Trey Parker and Matt Stone the guys who created South Park. They'll know what to do with it better than you ever did. I can trust Eric Cartman completely, he'll put Xanga to some good use.
Before I get to the main subject of this entry, here's something I'd like to address first: I am a fearless eater. Despite my religious beliefs and/tolerances I have often crossed limits when it comes to tasting foods that are considered exotic in other cultures and taboo or impermissible in my own. That said, nothing up until now has grossed me out, I've tried ostrich eggs, venison, kangaroo rump roast, lobsters, snake meat, wild hare, geese, bison steaks, Kobe beef (AMAZING), camel sausages (salty), frog legs (just like chicken), duck breasts, pheasant roast and snails.
Here's something I would to like a make a note of: I may love to taste different meats but I am definitely not up for eating that has a pulse. No thank you.
Which brings me to the main course of this entry. It was around 7:00 pm yesterday and I just broke fast with my family moments earlier. I was still at the dining table when my cell phone rang. Usually I dont answer my phone when I am eating but overseas calls are an exception (I'll answer without getting angry even at 3 in the morning).So I took a couple of tissues and wrapped them around the cell phone to see if it was a local call or international, when i looked at the screen +86 followed by a long line of digits flashed. I recognized the country code 86 and knew instantly that it was my crazy friend from China. So, I answered, and here's how the conversation went:
Friend: Hello! Hello? Hellooowwwww Me: I can hear you! How are you Friend: Superb! How have you been? Hows Ramadan treating you my man? Me: Not too shabby, Ramadan is going alright so far.. no mishaps lol Friend: (in his squeaky voice) hahaha! Dude when are you planning to come down to China? Me: No plans to visit anywhere until next year. Why whats up? Friend: This place is amazing! It's got amazing places to see, breathtaking views and charming girls Me: Good to know! Seems like you are enjoy--- (he cuts me off here) Friend: You GOTTA CHECK OUT THE FOOD HERE ITS DELICIOUS! Me: (my eyes widened with interest) Really? What did you have? Friend: Bro! I just had Luro Hwasho!!! Washooo tastes amazing!!!! its paradaise! Burrrraahhh! Me: haha wow! what is that ? Friend: Dont know you? Me: lol no! enlighten me! Friend: its Donkey Meat bro, its DONKEY MEAT!
I threw up in my mouth! and rushed straight to the washroom to take care of myself. I had just broken my fast after a long day and emptied my stomach which had nothing but two little dates and apple juice. By the time I returned to the dining table, he had obviously hung up and left me a text message saying, "Sorry but I had to share it with you since you love exotic meats". Sure I love exotic meat but doesnt mean I am gonna go eat a cat or a donkey! His fantastic call not only made me sick but it also made me lost my appetite for the rest of the evening.
I now have even more respect for the poor donkey that faces humiliation the day it is born. After a spending a long time thinking whether I should or not, I finally picked up my cell phone and sent him a text back at about 11:00 pm my time. Here's what my text said:
"Dude, thanks a bunch for sharing your exotic experience with me but Fuck your conscious".
which also prompts me to write this note:
Dear donkeys, If you have acquired super powers with a special ability to read human text or if your owners are reading this post then please run away from China.
Every now and then people make plans for their future and the list keeps getting longer.As circumstances and situations change so do those plans, some will stay on that list while some are scratched off. Just like everybody, I too have my own bucket list but it’s not exhaustively long or unattainable – it’s always been short and interestingly none of the goals were ever dropped even if the future looked gloomy I always had a little faith.
Here’s my bucket list:
Buy a small 2 bedroom apartment or a town house in a safe and affordable country in Europe
Have a stable business /job that pays the bills
Be able to take some time out to pursue scale modelingand writing
Have a loving wife who grows old with me and lives through the highs and lows of life
Life has thrown a lot of storms my way and so far I have sailed through most of them. I am happy to report that none of the wishes/goals above were ever forgone and have stood the test of time beautifully. I have already achieved goals 2 and 3 so it’s just goals 1 and 4 that need to be taken care of. I am not worried about the last one but goal #1 is my top priority as I have been saving up every penny I can for the last two years and in one year’s time I’ll be able to go apartment hunting on a budget.
These are the countries that made it to my list after countless hours of online research studying laws and procedures of acquiring property in these places, risks involved, market trends and discussions with real people who bought property in these countries as holiday homes so on and so forth:
Some of these countries require Non-EU nationals to form a company in the country before acquiring a residential property and some do not. If you keep your expectations low and just want to buy a place to live in clean, scenic and beautiful environment with lots of character surrounding your apartment /cottage or townhouse then you can find plenty of good options in the countryside and small towns in this list. I’ll be looking out for places that offer views of a mountain range or the sea along the coast otherwise I’ll even be happy in a village as long as there’s plenty of greenery and tiny homes around.
The reason why Europe became the highlight of my list was because of its mix of winter and sunshine otherwise it would have definitely been Canada. I love winter but then I miss sunshine too so for this reason Europe fits the bill. I will able to afford a 4-month escape to my holiday home every year if I put my extra expenses on a diet.
Sometimes I wonder if would get lonely there but then again I am so used to living alone that this thought shouldn’t even cross my mind. I can cook, keep the house tidy (and sanitized), make electrical and plumbing repairs, fix the fuckin toilet, kill cockroaches and lizards, so I guess I should be okay.
On the brighter side, I’ll have the entire place to myself and can watch horror and action/comedies all day long! Cook things that would gross my family out like steaming a lobster, frying snails in butter or throwing a duck into the oven. Work on my novella. Not answer when annoying neighbors show up at the door (they are inevitable wherever you go in the world).
I pray that I live to see those days in good health and die with a smile waiting to be taken to my final resting place.
I am so glad to be back on my journal, even happier to report that everything is now going well. Something i had been wishing for myself for so long. I guess God does answer your prayers when your time is due. I just want to take this opportunity to thank God for his blessings and feel like patting my own shoulder and kiss my own hand for being a good boy throughout this long and hard ordeal that nearly pulled our entire family apart.
I love myself, I am sorry but I cant help being arrogant even at this time simply because me, myself and I have been through a LOT and so now that the storm is over its time to work hard and play even harder!
I LOVE YOU FAHAD - you my man are the best! screw the rest! HA !
I think I am losing it. Its going at a slow rate but its steady. I am slowly losing the ability to tell the difference between reality and surrealism. Living alone for so long has really made me so antisocial that I find it so hard to accept people in my life now. Make no mistake – people are extremely important in one’s life and act as those pivotal roles in helping one either climb that ladder to success or simply move on but whatever your case maybe – its definitely not as sublime as this one.
Over the past couple of years I noticed that I have become really numb to anything along the lines of emotion. Sometimes I wish I could walk out of this body, become two – bash myself real good and then jump backin. It’s like I know I am there and I am doing things but I am not thinking andjust do them. Like for example, a friend comes over and makes plans to go for a movie – I’ll happily tag along but if he or she asks me at the end of the night whether I enjoyed myself then I don’t know what to say. I am literally fighting for words at that time trying to come up with an answer they would like to hear. In reality however half of the time I aint even there – I am like milesaway in space.
In another case a very good friend breaks up with me and instead of feeling bad or shedding a tear I just don’t know how to react. My observation says I am supposed to feel bad atleast but my brain refuses to let me. Instead, I’ll actually be calling up the same friend n talk like as if nothing happened and then they begin to think I am weird.
Well maybe I am weird. Maybe I don’t understand relationships, happiness or grief anymore and I am probably becoming less like a human – more like a machine. I am literally spending hours everyday trying to think how all this came to be. What can possibly be the solution to this problem? Is it going to take a really huge magnitude of pain and take away things that I don’t even have to finally make me feel more like a normal human being or will it just come with time?
I just wish I could stop thinking how dumb a person is when he/she gets down with a sob story and actually go out there and help them. I wish I could go out with somebody to a restaurant instead of enjoying my own company which I have started to adore for the last few years. I wish I could stop thinking that I am my own best friend and realize that I am carrying this baggage all alone. I just wish I could cry out loud after writing this entry because this is exactly how I feel but even know my mind’s somewhere else. It’s trying to figure out what would help me sleep easy tonight. Funny, it's the same thing every night. Rolfe Kent's masterpiece - Falling in Bed playing on the loop till the eyes shut.