Pakistan - reflections and afterthoughts.....
It was a trip I had not planned nor had I ever imagined that I would take.
But as faith has it, Safia had to bump into me at the grocery store and she was determined to have me in her weeding.
It took her two weeks to fix my visa and plane tickets and we were on our way.
I was not so happy about though, I felt that I wanted to stay home. At the same time, I would have been bored out of my skull. I had no work planned nor had I any cash to do anything. I would have probably have spent my days obsessing about the whole SME and Bangy issue.
So in a way, going away was the best idea.
And it turned out to be just that.
Pakistan is a poor country but charming nonetheless. Safia's house was located near the airport in Islamabad. A quiet and wannabe middle-class half-gated community.
A great place to be in and just relax. The days in Pakistan were really hot, so one had to wait until sunset to go out. So, one went to bed late to get up late. Then the days were spent talking, making food, sewing clothes, listening to music and what not. It was very cosy and nice. The best part was that I got to borrow some Pakistani traditional dresses. They are so comfortable and breezy in the warm weather. I did not wear any fo the clothes that I had brought with me!
Here are some of the highligths of my trip:
* The weeding, ofc! It was pure madness, loads of people, good food, belly dancing and several rituals and just loads of happiness.
* When we went up this mountain to have dinner, you could see the entire city of Islamabad. It was super romantic and the food was great.
* Going to the cinema. The movie sucked major ass but to have to go through 2 metal detectors, have one body check and then have my purse checked. Intersting.
* Going to McD. Same thin again with the metal detector and then body check. But they had chicken big mac! And spicy ketchup! It was yummy!
* Independence day, it was pure madness. People were out in the streets with huge flags. Everyone was happy and dancing. Loads of fireworks went off and the atmosphere was great.
* The rainy days, when it rain in Pakistan, it pours! And the lightning flashes all over the sky.
Standing on the terrace, playing in the rain, dancing. I will surely never forget it.
* The last night in Islamabad. The lights went of exactly when I was about to get into the shower. I was worried that it wouldn't come back until I have to leave for the airport. So we sat there on the terrace listening to music. It was comfortable and the smell of jasmine was strong.
Arabian night indeed.
All in all it was a great trip because it gave me time to think about stuff. Made me realise that I need to tap into my full potential and gave me time to plan how to go about it.
I was in need of a souls search and Pakistan was apparently the best place for it.
Besides that, the irony life decide to throw upon me.....
I get it, you are a bitch and I am your whipping girl....
Who knows what will happen next? Perhaps the heat got to my head or my hormones were playing a trick on me. The scary thing is how much this situation reminds me of a previous one. One that ended in me in tears and perhaps the loss of something great. Perhaps I am to walk down that path again, or I might decided to see where things can lead to.
All I know is that I all now hell of confused. I might have seen things in a shimmer, I don't know, I am so confused.
Still, the irony frustrates me to no end.
And the fact that it is up to me to decide if I want to do something about it or not. Everything points to the fact that it could be something good and exactly what I need. Yet, I become worried because I am perhaps not ready for something that major yet? Which makes me wonder if I am ever going to be ready. Fuck my life.
But I am now prepared for an amazing autumn! School starts next week, I get back my apartment in 2. Sadly, I am behind in almost everything. Had I known that I was going to have a lot of time in my hands in Pakistan, I would have brought my laptop.... Now I must fix a lot of stuff in a week. I know that I am going to make it. After all, Pakistan made me realise that I was wasting my talent and my time. Eventhough I know that it is going to be tough, it is going to take a lot of me from time to time. I am finally ready to shed that bad habit of mine and go on stronger and more determined.
Je mere Pakistan!
P.S I must now learn to wear panties angain, urgh D.S
But as faith has it, Safia had to bump into me at the grocery store and she was determined to have me in her weeding.
It took her two weeks to fix my visa and plane tickets and we were on our way.
I was not so happy about though, I felt that I wanted to stay home. At the same time, I would have been bored out of my skull. I had no work planned nor had I any cash to do anything. I would have probably have spent my days obsessing about the whole SME and Bangy issue.
So in a way, going away was the best idea.
And it turned out to be just that.
Pakistan is a poor country but charming nonetheless. Safia's house was located near the airport in Islamabad. A quiet and wannabe middle-class half-gated community.
A great place to be in and just relax. The days in Pakistan were really hot, so one had to wait until sunset to go out. So, one went to bed late to get up late. Then the days were spent talking, making food, sewing clothes, listening to music and what not. It was very cosy and nice. The best part was that I got to borrow some Pakistani traditional dresses. They are so comfortable and breezy in the warm weather. I did not wear any fo the clothes that I had brought with me!
Here are some of the highligths of my trip:
* The weeding, ofc! It was pure madness, loads of people, good food, belly dancing and several rituals and just loads of happiness.
* When we went up this mountain to have dinner, you could see the entire city of Islamabad. It was super romantic and the food was great.
* Going to the cinema. The movie sucked major ass but to have to go through 2 metal detectors, have one body check and then have my purse checked. Intersting.
* Going to McD. Same thin again with the metal detector and then body check. But they had chicken big mac! And spicy ketchup! It was yummy!
* Independence day, it was pure madness. People were out in the streets with huge flags. Everyone was happy and dancing. Loads of fireworks went off and the atmosphere was great.
* The rainy days, when it rain in Pakistan, it pours! And the lightning flashes all over the sky.
Standing on the terrace, playing in the rain, dancing. I will surely never forget it.
* The last night in Islamabad. The lights went of exactly when I was about to get into the shower. I was worried that it wouldn't come back until I have to leave for the airport. So we sat there on the terrace listening to music. It was comfortable and the smell of jasmine was strong.
Arabian night indeed.
All in all it was a great trip because it gave me time to think about stuff. Made me realise that I need to tap into my full potential and gave me time to plan how to go about it.
I was in need of a souls search and Pakistan was apparently the best place for it.
Besides that, the irony life decide to throw upon me.....
I get it, you are a bitch and I am your whipping girl....
Who knows what will happen next? Perhaps the heat got to my head or my hormones were playing a trick on me. The scary thing is how much this situation reminds me of a previous one. One that ended in me in tears and perhaps the loss of something great. Perhaps I am to walk down that path again, or I might decided to see where things can lead to.
All I know is that I all now hell of confused. I might have seen things in a shimmer, I don't know, I am so confused.
Still, the irony frustrates me to no end.
And the fact that it is up to me to decide if I want to do something about it or not. Everything points to the fact that it could be something good and exactly what I need. Yet, I become worried because I am perhaps not ready for something that major yet? Which makes me wonder if I am ever going to be ready. Fuck my life.
But I am now prepared for an amazing autumn! School starts next week, I get back my apartment in 2. Sadly, I am behind in almost everything. Had I known that I was going to have a lot of time in my hands in Pakistan, I would have brought my laptop.... Now I must fix a lot of stuff in a week. I know that I am going to make it. After all, Pakistan made me realise that I was wasting my talent and my time. Eventhough I know that it is going to be tough, it is going to take a lot of me from time to time. I am finally ready to shed that bad habit of mine and go on stronger and more determined.
Je mere Pakistan!
P.S I must now learn to wear panties angain, urgh D.S