Damn. Writing on this back to front keyboard again. Don't know how to change it. Well I guess its my own personal indication that I'm in the Middle East. Maybe this is the right way round? And I'd been doing things back to front my whole life?
So anyway I've landed in Dubai. Well I landed 3 days ago. January 6th to be exact. The busiest 3 days of my life. I want it to be like this for a while. It helps me focus and not think about stupid crap. I've been put in the holiday inn (cue chingy)..it's a pretty great place so far. I love the people I'm working with. The office is young, multicultural and lively. Oh and no big deal, but I forgot to mention that on the 29th of Jan 2012 I went white water rafting (at the kind persistance of my friend) and I loved it! I'm not much of a daredevil - but it was awesome.
I've been pretty jet lagged the past couple of days. Oh here we go! just figured out how to make it the right way round. Well, the way I'm used to (apologies Babylonian ancestors, I am sure that right to left is the correct way round). Anyway - yea, pretty jet lagged. Woke up today at 4am. GAH. Searched ways to help me sleep (curl your toes). I'm gona get into music this year. It's amazing how things just happen when you dream them and attract them to you. I am now the biggest believer in taking a chance, and really thinking your dreams into reality.
I wrote this on the plane - hoping to transfer it onto here, and here I go:
(5th Jan 2013) --
I sat on the plane trying to eradicate any sign of regret from my brain. Like how I wished I had learnt to play the piano. Or if I had studied performing arts. Or worked in film. Or became a teacher. I guess fear breeds regret. I'm scared. I'm scared of this role, and as usual looking for a way out. But I'll give it my best shot this time.
Can't believe i've just boarded a plane to start a new life in Dubai. If you had shown me a crystal ball with this prediction I would have laughed in your face. The journey on Korean air (where I was repeatedly called 'sir'), made me think alot about how my parents would have felt on the plane ride from Libya to NZ to start our new life some 17 years ago. I can't remember the exact day or date - but I do remember our humble beginnings at the cedar park motor lodge. Then our move to Manurewa, then Takanini, back to Manurewa, then East Tamaki. Then I went off to Toledo, back to Auckland, then Wellington, and now Dubai.
Since I am now in the business of selling a school, I also wondered if life smiled and winked that day when I moved from Manurewa High to Auckland Girls. Or when I got into law (after a huge failure). Did I suppress my real passions or was I just following your plan sweet destiny? Cheeky little life.
At least I feel happier and more confident in who I am the older I get. In terms of emotions, it was strange. But it always hits me 1 month later. Well no - I guess it depends. I cried, but I also felt no attachment to NZ anymore. There was a moment when I even forgot I had a brother. And then I remembered the day he was born and it was the most beautiful memory. I have a little brother.
And then I remembered why I was on the this plane in the first place. Not only did I feel like I had exhausted my options in NZ in every sense, and lets leave out the beautiful opportunity this whole thing was - I went back to my goal. My mantra for the year. FOCUS. If ever there was a moment I could make my parents happy, it was this year. My dads words will ring in my ear, I want them to burn the sides of my head. FOCUS on the right things. Make something of yourself kid. Regret is just a hidden wish waiting to come true.
Ok well this whole thing is in arabic and wont let me put a song on - so this will just be an entry. Here's an old pic I found on this comp I shall use.