Someone Unexpected

This is my great brother. His name is Tahir Kalam, 26, and lives in Karachi, Pakistan. He is an electrical engineer in a company named Wartsila. He's a very nice man, someone whom you can lean on. He's caring, loving, thoughtful and gentleman, and also intelligent! I love my brother!

Who am I?

(part 2)

What do I feel about myself?

A very unanswerable question for me. Well, of course I can answer it. But not the real answer that I want to say. Instead, I'll just be saying that I'm totally fine. Gosh.

I just hate answering this!

But if I'm going to answer this question, then I'll answer it this way. :)

"I don't like to shed my tears especially in front of my friends and family"

Basically, I'm not that emotional. I don't show my feelings or express my feelings directly. What I mean is that, whenever there are emotional situations, I keep my heart tight and hard. As much as possible, I don't like to shed my tears especially in front of my friends and family. I like crying alone in my room with a pillow as a shock absorber.

In terms of life, I am more matured compared to my peers. Maybe one of the reason for being like this is experience. I think I have more experience than them in terms of problems and survivals that's why I think maturely. Also, since I was a kid, I know what life is. I know the odds and evens, the ups and downs and how to cope up with it. (I'm really a feeler!)

I can't say that I'm contented in life nor can I say that I hate life. Well, maybe moderately contented but as much as possible I do my best to fulfill my dreams and goals in life. I don't care if my classmates and friends have new laptops and other gadgets. All I care is that as long as I'm fine and contented with what I have and as long as I have no major problem, I'll be fine.

(to be continued)

Who am I?

(part 1)

This was an activity we've done in school in which our teacher gave us questions to guide us in what to write about our self.

What I wrote about myself were purely shallow. I mean, I was not in my mood at that time and I really don't know what to write. That's why I wrote the shallowest information I can think of.

And after a week, which was yesterday, our teacher told us that she'll let us read what we have wrote one by one. Some of my classmates were shocked maybe because they wrote personal informations. And as for me, not guilty. Haha.

"I even envy my classmate because they can express themselves easily in which I can't."

The mood in the classroom was melancholic. All girls and Jash cried, except me and Janiz. Whoah! Hearing all the things they wrote makes my heart melt. But I just can't figure out why tears won't come out of my eyes. Maybe because I'm strong. (Am I? Or just pretending to be?) I don't know. But each time a classmate of mine finish reading, I always ask myself why I can't write such nice composition. I even envy my classmate because they can express themselves easily in which I can't. How sad. Maybe because I am more inclined in intra personal reflection. Also, I don't like writing my thoughts except in my diary. (Excluding this blog!)

sta. cruz island

This is the view from Sta. Cruz Island (small). All students in our school went here for snorkeling. But due to high tide and current changes, we were not able to see the corals in the right spot. But it's okay because there are still next time!:)

A Poem for You

This is a present for a friend of mine.

He is Ahmad, but I call him Hussain.

He’ll be sixteen on this June twenty-four,

So I wish him good luck, success and more.

Frankly, I really don’t know what to say

To this young man who lives so far away.

I have known him for a short time only,

So describing him won’t be that easy.

I do believe that first impression last,

And that knowing a person is a must.

You can’t be judgmental in everything

That’s why it’s time for me to say something.

By looking at his pictures in ORKUT,

I find him super cool and a bit cute.

But there is something in him that’s hidden.

He’s quite grim, a bit reserve and even.

Honestly, I find him so amusing,

When it was my first time to chat with him

I can say that he’s tall, dark and handsome,

Kind, friendly, funny, nice, great and awesome.

I think I need to end this poem for now.

Just like in a recital, I need to bow.

A happy sweet sixteenth birthday to you,

My dear friend, I wish happiness for you.

My Ideal Guy

I still remember the day I met you.
It was nothing and not that special too.
I was not interested and not fond,
And never ever thought of being bound.

As time passed, we came to know each other.
Shared thoughts, dreams, secrets and also desires.
Then we started to laugh at our jokes,
And listened to our problems, fears and hopes.

I saw more of you with each passing day.
And discovered that you are not that gay.
That you love to read J.K. Rowling's books,
And your sight, without glasses, will get crooked.


Without noticing much, I fell for you.
It may be unexpected, but it's true.
I don't have much choice but to tell you this.
So I sent you many cards with one wish.


After that, I was confused and worried.
Didn't know what'll the outcome of my deed.
Because of this stupid thing I did,
I have jeopardized our precious friendship.


I was hoping for something negative,
'Coz I'm thinking that you're young and naive.
I was expecting from you to say "no".
But you have answered me with "I don't know".


I didn't rise my hopes with such answer.
Instead, I'm thankful that you're still there.
You didn't change a bit, still the same.
The only Ahmad, who in my life, came.


I still can't believe what happened that day.
On the third day of June, if I may say.
When I received the letter and read it,
He had confessed everything bit by bit.


It was like a dream come true on my part,
'Coz I look up on him from the start.
To me, he's an unreachable star.
A dream boy who is away and so far.


He is a perfect and ideal guy.
Intelligent, religious, but he's shy.
He is a book lover and have hooked nose,
And wears frame less eyeglasses, I suppose.


It's very difficult to put in words,
When you are feeling unsure and absurd.
But I'm certain that this poem is enough
To express my feelings to my true love.

Infatuation or Love?

Infatuation is ruled by feelings, but love's feelings are ruled by principle.


Infatuation is blind, but love sees and examines.


Infatuation is in a hurry, but love takes time.


Infatuation is obsessed with externals, but love is concerned with internals.


Infatuation is childish, love is mature.


Infatuation is a human ditch, but love is a divine ladder.