zamzam’s blog

i have been in my adopted country now for just 2 weeks but i already feel at home.  the philippines seems great, tropical climate, cheap cost of living and rife corruption...its definitely my kind of place.

one of our local fast food stores is Jollibee a filipino owned american fast food style chain.  with most fast food places here u are met with many smiling faces and "good afternoon/good evening sir/ma'am.

Jollibee Sucat Road

It’s a crime

 I’ve heard the call,

I’ve seen that time,

Without emotion.

I’ve been wasted and high through the sky.

I’ve coverted with daughters,

And illicit champagne passions.

I’ve broken church glass,

And stolen freedom.

I’ve driven to heights,

And walked with flowers.

I’ve turned away

And I’ve cried.

 
I’ve tasted life,

God knows it’s a crime.

Wasting Time

            I look up and dream of hope,

            Surrounded, I’m sure, by diamonds and coke.

            She’s here with me everyday,

            But I can never hear her say.

            Caught between that life and this,

            Will I ever feel her state of bliss?

I feel as though I’ve let my self down

            All the while pretending I belong in this town.

            But we must never succumb, and lose our dreams,

            No matter how scared the world seems.

Money to Burn

            I want to be a rich boy,

            Diamond studded toys,

            Drive you in my car,

            Champagne and caviar.

            And I’ll put a gun to my head,

            If we don’t paint the town red.

            We’ll have money to burn,

            Money to burn someday.

The Maze

 I could never have known back then;

Action men and star wars adventures,

Felt with strange friendships.

I feel so trapped,

As if I’ve been awoken in a wet cramped cell

 Cold and sad:

The patches on my harlequin suit are complete

I can dream of an existence, though, happy, meaninful.

Just how did I get so lost?

 
A maze and dark streets

Blurred now, but back then, so different, full of promise.

Haunted

 Holocausts of shadows

Overpowering above the cobbles.

The windows are black empty portholes,

Like horrific gates to the netherworld.

They command down there now, only

Rusted barbed wire patrols.

Warehouse Fire Ajman UAE

Driving back from work to our hotel the other day we spotted smoke in the distance, our curiosuty got the better of us and we followed the said smoke to this warehouse fire in quite a rundown part of town.    

Back to work now in Ajman UAE. Determined that this year will be my best so far...if i can stay focused and keep stuck in at work i will be able to pay off all my debt by the summer and be well on the way to having my own house.  Have started training in new enthusiasm to get my 6 pack of abs back. Sent around the word to up and coming myspace artists that i'm the man to build them a all singing all dancing website....no replies yet.

Coming from Tain in the North of Scotland the countryside plays a big part in your life.  Some days when the sun shines the beauty of the mountains and forests are compelling.  It's great also to be able just to escape from other people, quite easy to do here.  I used to think that the reason that people in Scotland always talked about the weather was because they had nothing better to say to each other but now i realise that it's because it is always changing.  Although i feel a almost maternal connection to the landscape, i also crave for the hustle and bustle of the city and the endless opportunities that come with living close to millions of other people.

Desolation

I'm determined to keep a record of my life and document my move to the Philippines and seting up a design studio and trying to create a brand.