another they

They and only they have it
Their so sweet and full of talking ideas, they always want to explore and try new stuff, their willing to change partners and go wild, they have issues and want someone to listen, they are sweet, come in all kinds, forms,and colors, they have feelings and emotions that need to be kept fresh and kept in a warm place.
commercialised,and their sweetness is been used in that order, to be with them is to buy something for them, to want them is to put your mind into what they say and tell, always want their company , we fight for them, hate to leave them , yet we seem we cant find the best among them.even then we want to leave them and be with another of their kind.

how to know ?

I remember sitting out side the car, in Chicago I looked at the stars and then at the skyscrapers, it looked something like this, moments like that means nothing to no one , there is nothing wrong we observing its nothing to no one and something to someone , it least it could be kept from some I remebre sitting out side the car, in Chicago I looked at the satrs and then at the sky scoareors, it looked something like this , someitmes i do really wish it stoped right there. I remebre sitting out side the car, in Chicago I looked at the satrs and then at the sky scoareors, it looked something like this , someitmes i do really wish it stoped right there.

Head

They sat on the sand by the beach
they sat alone afar from the rest
they sat silence with no clue,
if the and is moving or no,
I saw’em growing up drifting through time and space I

7asheesha

Read not weed.
comes in green and dark green I think it comes in all sort of colors,
could make you mean, or mellow, its nowhere around you so you have to find it,
girls like it ,and like to have it , guys fight and try to have all of it,
all people colors wonder and ponder about it,
is it slow and hopefully accessible,
are you happy are you sad, are you high?.
love you, hate you, sing about you, fell weak in front of you,
I hate the thought been associated with it, since ever I’ve been here,
I hate the way to roam invade my air in my room,
In their room in their air, I hate it and, he ate it
who planted it, who put it around, it makes them feel special, sacred, paranoid
it makes them think happy, it makes them think free, “free minded”
It makes slaves, if a bond exist, between plant and animal its always been for food, never for bullshit.
it is false happiness it is false vegetable ,hate it .

Ramadan gone Eid is here

well Eid is here and i happy about Eid is here it is wonderful a typical here as it was befroe , sometime ago ,

the bot on the second turn

Ramadan is was here , its amazing indeed how this nice month oasses by so fast ,
by this year alone it already my fifth Ramadan here , things did changes since the last time , for one major change is the presence of two important people , my mother and Yasuko , my mother was here and if I ever had to think about her spending time , time with us here I couldn’t believe it till I actualy get to see it happen , and it did happen , since her visit in the summer time she figured to keep here till Ramadan pass and even when x-mas land all the way till next year , this year .

I cant tell if he really liked here or not , especially when lots of times were spent fighting and arguing , these fights and arguments , seemed to me that they’ve saved for all this time, two years and some months , she felt that there was something wrong about us been here in a time like this , there is no point of money wasting when its gone in an education that wont do any good in a place with no direction or at least for now.

I cant see how, she could summon all these feelings and pass them into a Ramadan , it was a special Ramadan perhaps one of the best in this place , that never have seen lots of interesting things happing in it.He called on me , that night , it was a Friday I think or Thursday either seemed really asserted guy he talked as if he really knows the person talking to ,”natural” , in Arabic and what it seemed an attempt for a genuine Saudi accent those of rhiyda, replied back salam , who is this its haithm , hi haithm how can I help you sir , “nothing really…I think I know you” he said, “ really , do you mind reminding , of yourself please,“---
Now this is a situation Iv been away from some time, and for good reason too, this type of conversations, seems normal in bug cites , very common , and I think with cell phones every where now days you can call on anyone anytime you want , so this guy figured to give a friend he felt he knows , a call , I kept I the conversation short as possible , I was working , and I did feel like talking, having worked here for a year already I tend to understand them very well , hard minded lazy soft people , with good determination some times anyway. I told I’ll call you back please, he agreed at the moment , so there it was,

I called him on the phone , he turned it out in my place,he was convincedof meeting on two places ,with no luck to get me to remebre I kept squeezing no luck again, he felt that I was trying to make a situation into a case , and to tell the truth it was, but like many of our kind or our kid wan-to-be, he didn’t see it that way at all , ok so what ,
"I asked about a kid from saudi, and some Omani kids give your number, it is not big deal right?" , look man as much as much as I see this as a mistake of identity, I dont like your accesnt of fakeing who you really are.

normal subway bullshit

A funny or rather ironic incident happened today, it is almost Ramadan , and part of celebrating and practicing of Ramadan is for, a person to look ramadanish I guess a such name would apply, well I tired to grow a beard , and a beard on a middle eastern looking kind-of-guy, some times no beard is required just looking the way you are is enough,it is considered a no no here.
I was riding the subway on the second stop, two chubby girls , entered the sub one preferred to stay near the door with gazing eyes toward me ,and one had a seat on the opposite side of my seat, they started chatting,babbling about all kind of bullshit, and then they started to make fun of the idea, that if I maybe decided to do something wired, or maybe"suspicious", I knew it was me they might be talking about , for the fact they really dont care , girls from this side of twon really dont care if you knew or not,"we were here first, on a ship or not" I had to listen to their bullshit for the whole long minutes, one of them started to putting cross signs on her body , and soon pointing to her girl friend at me.
I thought to my self how ironic this situation must be, I work in a gas station, in the poor side of the city, last night a gentleman took another gentleman’s wallet and ran off with it, this type of thing happens down here many times, to the point that when a white customer enters the door always have to have the robber-customer on apoint to where he basically can see him or something,

It strike as interesting that no long ago people in here , were and still are treated with some fear from the general white people , and yet they feel that a non looking whites , or non looking black will be a harm to them , if a beard on someone looks like me is scary , what about a beard growing competition men or women? , how about people with gun, crack heads so on, I thinkI forgot they don’t look like me, and beside there is no robbing or shooting competition goes in the down town.

The Greek constrictor worker food curse

I felt pain the next day, as its called upper abdominal pain, one guy already went to the hospital one old man is still in ICU unit, I in the other hand did not go anywhere for the simple reason of health insurance.
The food was good , they kept encouraging me to eat more, I always like food when everyone else was eating, and avoid eating alone only if necessary,
the meat which I learned later on was beef stew uncooked well, and I figured that must’ve been the reason for those two men’s internal bleeding
The Greek constrictor worker food curse

in the company of the rabbit

Today was one of those funny days, I had to go with the constriction guy, to buy some supplies to fix the ceiling.

From what I understood I had to go with him and buy and get out, only thing I had to make sure he wont trick me for buying some thing they wont like.

I never been with someone who is former addict , through the looks of his eyes I can see lost lost person , the wife the kid look tired, I met them on my way to the supplies store, which he forgot the name for in a second, its amazing what we as humans do in the name of getting somewhere else, we ruin it all just to make a piece of our mind happy.

I am not sure if I have to go with him again.

Japan is for the Japanese

She is just Japanese and she is under that Japanese pressure no more.
Debito argues allot of good things and I think he reached the same conclusion at the end that they seem to want to even hear it,

he might not be able to solve their differences and show them how the real 'developed world' functions or about how they would want to look at the world at the end.

She mentioned on many occasion how ugly she looked and I kept insisting she was not perhaps that is where the difference lays, they cant seem to see themselves out of their self nor what Japan is or what is Japanese.

When I got used to it , I was tough, hard minded, never thought for once that anything could change my mind about anything , I and only I always right, anything else is just BS,
Then we met , she strikes me as simple very hard to understand , although I would say I have a faire knowledge of her background,

The way they get along in the world indeed different from the way I had knew, organized, practical, on time ,

We come from a culture who want everything we can not be part of . we never on time that’s true .

pleasure

She stood still as I looked at her , she had bent her back to the point I can see , what is been hidden all her life.
Cheers and slapping, with heavy smell of sweat and alcohol, I wondered if this truly what we crave as humans from our fellow humans in the form of pleasure

Somewhere at the beginning

To this date I don’t know why he is overweight man, I thought people like him whom go by the book always on on the watch for their behavior , they have to keep it in the level like its reported on the old days.

It was sometimes in 1998 or late 97 either year it was the same hot crowded streets someone getting married someone getting divorced or both, I was driving as usually picking dinner for my father, Tamis and fuul pronicet (foo) basically vava beans mashed in way just like mashed potatoes here, and tamis is our version of the afganihi bread made form wheat and ghee, I was listing to his kothba , it was at the begging of summer break he was shouting as usual about why familes should stay in theirs country and visit mashed and so on instead of going to the west for vacationing, I did not like it I was reading the news paper and I was reading something about kids who graduate from high school and try to find jobs which did not exist and marring which will never happen

And this guy shouting on the Minbar (mimbr) about something that only him get to day or someone from higher stats would think of doing.
That’s it I thought , in Arabic of course this is it people like shouldn’t be looked at as inspiration on how the deen should be looked at

Shitty May

I had a rush of blood running in my head, I had blood red and hot through my nostrils it flowed,
Dramatic, Love is, and is overstated,
Who dose it feel? in the civil world to fall in love ?
What does it mean?
I don’t think she do understand,
Can 2 fall in love, when 2 are not from the same place?
Can we really cross oceans; can we reach to each others?
Really possible.

laws

So in so far the law it seems has worked in favor of women, and children as they were often grouped with women regardless of their gender, over men. However all was not lost because a consequence of such laws also extended their protection to the many men who worked in the same industry as the women and children. However these laws and protective measures were largely passed between the years of 1840 and 1850.
In 1861 the country went into a civil war that propagated effect well into the years after the armed conflict. A consequence of the civil war was the 1868's, 14th amendment to the constitution. Which was worded to protect the newly freed slaves from vengeful southerners. Despite its noble intention, the amendment was largely used to counter any proposed reform to the workforce. Antagonists of reform held to the view that
labor is a form of property held by the person who is going to perform it. And since "…any state [can not] deprive any person of… property without due process of law…" Meaning that any state whishing to enforce the maximum hours laws on behalf of the workers cannot do so unless it can provide reasonable reasons that by interfering it is acting for the benefit of the commonwealth.
"No state shall make or enforce any law which shall abridge the privileges or immunities of citizens of the united sates nor shall any state deprive any person of life liberty or property without due process of law nor deny any person within its jurisdiction the equal protection of the laws."
However such a law established a somewhat troubling precedent. For in effect it said there was a difference in the level of productivity between men and women. That is, saying that women were less productive then men for the sole reason of their sex. Such laws however were not based on the wording of the articles of the constitution from where they were deduced from, but largely from the personal opinions of judges presiding, although men and women did virtually the same job in the less rigorous industries. The reformers pushing for protective laws were not, at least at first, troubled by the precedent they were establishing. Citing the gender difference in case after case to obtain the protective measures they were after. Maybe they were not aware of what future consequences their action may bring. Or maybe they themselves, like the judges and legislators they were trying to influence, believed in the differences of the two sexes. Whatever their reason at first was that laws they were able to pass for women eventually extended to men who worked in the same industry.

It’s been a while now, I honestly did not know or knew, that loving someone would be that hard to maintain in the name of relationship.

It’s been a year already, I don’t know my self where I should stand, I thought for while about how would two people from different culture might get along very well, coming form such back round it was hard to persuade , her about been together I wont say I made I mistake, but I defiantly gave too much credit , at the end I think they think all the same, there no where to find that someone there is a chance only by trying to make one but they will never come s you think they would be ,
Is it me or is our relationship hat wasn’t supposed to be based on lots of assumption , they are on the run as society how I can prove that mine would give half what they offer to whole world ,
I assumed way too much, always did , always regrets it .

Ancient Sea Swim

Dawn’s red lines were pushing on the lightly dark lines in the sky, I and my cousin were set to leave to the north of Cairo, heading to sea chores of the Mediterranean Sea, of Alexandria. my cousin is younger by few years, fairly taller than me, and extremely shy person, with a habit of sleeping whenever there was nothing to be done.
For the trip, we planed of taking the most easiest and fastest way, calling a taxi, since you actually cant call a taxi of the city streets and him, to take to totally different city, we had arranged for taxi from the night before, we agreed that he would pick us both early in the morning. The car was 1939 Oldsmobile, a small machine with reasonable speed in crowded city like Cairo. When we were set to go, I jumped inside the car on the small Cochin, with colored rags on it to hide the metal parts, pointing out. I rolled down the window, checked to see if all my stuff was in the right place. I tried to remember if I did lock the apartment’s door, I asked my cousin have you fed the fish ?, he nodded with his eyes closed, which I presumed meant yes, I singled to the driver who was about to light up a cigarette, and off we go.
It would be my first visit to Alexandria city. I had heard so many stories about that city. The ancient roman ruins, statues, where both the Romans and the Egyptian empire had ruled together, the famous light house to date was located as well.
I asked the driver, “have you been to Alexandria before?”, he replied behind a cloud of cigarette smoke, ”Yeah last year, me, my wife and, my two kids”, “Did they like it? the city and all?”, I asked. “Nothing like Cairo,” he replied with the cigarette hanging out if his mouth. “You see” he told me “people from Alexandria are not fond of us people from Cairo”, I interrupted him “what! Both of you are from the same country! Though”, “Yeah I know that” he said, but you see, he said, “Alexandrians look at themselves more, of a Greeks then Egyptians”, he explained. Honestly, I still did not like his explanation, but we agreed that the city was beautiful, and the seafood will make anyone get along on one table. It appeared that our route leading to the Alexandria city passes through the mighty pyramids, As the sun rose behind the largest pyramid, Kufu , it looked like a scene from that Elizabeth tailor movie, Cleopatra. The pyramids stood still there in the middle of the vast sands of the Egyptian desert. It was nothing like the post cards, or art history books pictures. These stones were awesome creations of humankind, never disturbed by blistering harsh winds of the desert.
I asked the taxi driver about what he thought about the Sphinx statue leaning down, facing west far from where we were. He had to fade out the high-pitched music on the radio and replied, “I would eat anything if you were buying” I said, “what you mean?” He replied, “I thought you are asking me what I wanted to eat ?”, “oh no my friend” I said what you think about the improvement the government did with the sphinx ?”, he laughed and nudged my cousin who was in deep sleep next to him, and told him “your brother back there is hard to get him buy us some food”, We all laughed, this was no first time a taxi driver in Cairo’s street will make you question what you just told him. I have had this type of incident before and I ended up buying for the whole family, so I understood that he was hungry.
I pushed my cousin’s seat in front of me.”Yo! lets go grab a bite”, he was a sleep again, I patted him on the shoulder, “lets go eat something”, he said something which I did not understood and went to sleep again, so I asked the driver, to stop by one the many food stands, along the road made normally for truck drivers. The sun was already beaming, wasteland and hills along the way, in the guidebook these sights were the journey, which Moses and his people took when departing Egyptian grounds. This is amazing I thought to my self, this place is a living, breathing history museum.
The air was heavy with sea salt and fish smell. I knew from there on that we had arrived. I paid the driver, the money we had had agreed on, but from some reason he thought it was not enough, this was a second familiar situation I had encountered before. I agreed, and paid an extra “tip”, we exchanged goodbyes and he left. The city looked noting like Cairo looked. The buildings were smaller, streets were less crowded, and the people were dressed in their traditional dress, big black trousers, and white shirt, with a small fishing white hat.
I was tired from a three-hour trip. Yet I wanted to explore the city, so I wasted no time, I told my cousin, “lets drop the bags in the apartment , and head for the waters”, he replied “ Ok but am not swimming”, ”What” I interrupted, “and why is that?”, “I don’t feel like it”, he explained. “fine with me”, I told him that I am leaving right away, I changed my clothes quickly. I headed to the apartment’s door, looked back and shouted at the living room, “I am going to the beach”.
Armed only with a towel, I went down the stairs, through a big door, I saw couple of small kids walking by no shirts, no shoes on. So I figured the beach must be near by !, ascended up to the room again, and left my slippers in front of the room’s door and went back down. Now I thought I was ready to headed to the water, I looked around to find the kids whom just passes but they were no where to be found, now I had to find someone to follow I or just ask where is the sea, which seemed like stupid question in a city surrounded by water !.
By now it was two or three o’clock, and the beach was nowhere to be found. Walking barefoot seemed like fun idea in the beginning, but by that moment it was no fun, I wondered how those kids managed to walk in such hot weather on the road. I thought of my self as native Mayan Indian walking on fiery stones. This is it I thought, I‘d just ask for directions, I looked around me, there was a small shop near by, right by the side of the street. I rushed very quickly, a bell rang as I got inside, there was middle aged man, setting behind the desk, reading and sipping a cup of what appears to be tea, so I asked him right away, “where would the beach located?”.
He raised his head looked at me, squinted twice, opened his mouth and replied “its over there”, pointing the wall across his desk, which I assumed to be north, I thanked the man, and opened the door, the bell rang again, as I opened wide, wave of heat hit my face, and back on the street I went.from the middle aged man’s pointing, I figured that it must that area behind couple of buildings. I walked one block, near by a traffic light, I took a right turn from a narrowed road populated by tress, I walked more toward the end of the buildings, there was a narrow opening, I heard children’s voices playing and shouting, and seemed like there is adults as well, I approached where the voices are coming from. As I approached, it became clearer and clearer, and the sea expanded, from that narrow opening to a huge blue thick line, seagulls were chanting, with the sound of the waves, in the background. I got what I came for, after five minutes of wondering, it seemed like five hours. I had a feeling of triumph, as if I just discovered an Oasis in the middle of a desert. I put my towel on the sands, took off my shirt, did some warm-up exercises, while looking at all the people around me, enjoying nice sea breeze. I walked slowly toward the waters, cold splashes hit my skin, as I get closer, from where I stood I could see Greece, very far I thought, “this is exactly what it must looked like”, around the ancient Greek times, I took a deep breath of air , and jumped as the waves were approaching the sands. Inside the waters it was cold, and loud and bitterly salty, my head made it to the sea surface, water dripping from my head, I looked with blurry eye toward Greece again, and I thought what if I can make that ancient swim.

Rules Blues

I do not think there is that thing, that really can define us as who we are. I was at one these parties, Arab kids (mainly ours) threw “Hookah” party. To get people mainly students, to get to know us more often I guess and, smoke Hookah of course.I started to mingle with the rest of the people, eventfully I met one of my own people; Now it’s been a while since I’ve spoke with anyone from my own community, needless to say from other cities within the same country, it went well the conversation that is, but after that I promised to always adherer to the rules of the Saudi student Blues every next time I get to meet my countrymen or women, rarely women girls females.
Funny thing is that, when we approach each others in public as students, we tend to bring that anxiety bubble, especially for male-to-male student, the look, the feelings, the dense air are all to familiar to me. The mind starts to wander right away, is he or is he not… is he one of those, sent to do the unspeakable things we hear about…to me, to us? Funny Thing, though nothing about is actually funny, is that amongst us, it takes one and only, one guy’s opinion, usually out of fear (Nim Nim), to wreck the whole reputation, another one had created for himself, the whole tiny student community; I used the word funny because they actually listen to him. Ok so what kind of things to avoid talking about when among our own kind of Hobbits, the reason I picked talking or sometimes “Chatting”, because its is actually talking with one another that start the whole thing to Roll, its not a gamble don panic as long as you feel like talking just remember to avoid things I mentioned here, some skeptic argues that among “real friends” ( those who left together and got here together) such things never exist nor could happen, meaning everything can be done in the open talking included, Actions as in behavior also counts, but I will just leave it to talking for now, so maybe not so my skeptic friend try bring Shagra and see what’s up then.

So here we can start with talking AvoidByAnyChanceClassics (ABCC) :

1st Religion, never discuss religion just ignore the subject altogether, you pray and remember some Ayat, and Hadith from elementary school, middle, normally by high school you wont remember a thing, if you do?, you my friend in the wrong spot on this planet head back, pretend that you are not part of the conversation, and if asked just answer with whatever he/she said, look around this time if you know more you are extreme, if you know less you are Lost, if you know somehow, you might be good around, it is better that way, they( the majority) will just think you are a retarded its better that way. don’t bring your thing into it just accept what is already been laid down, arguments and fight might occur leave the occident immediately!!.Second internal politics, this part is tougher, actually then the previous one. just believe this fact alone ,avoid at all times, just leave it, leave this subject alone, especially now a days, speaking of anything will land you on both side of risky places with misses and bugs and bad food so watch out.
Third: the funny one and that is tribal pride, here is the thing about anything tribal, if you don’t carry a nice tribal name don’t mention your name at all, there was actually one guy who changed his last name Carlos not in real life just in hangout meetings and stuff. Just avoid tribal busllshit, *especial note* to western region folks is that , in particular you folks carry around the most unusually names, and plus you pretend an accent of that of the capital. They can catch you! Just like a Cairo Taxi driver! Even the palest of them will brag about him self, and his blood line and all that crap, so don’t everyone will laugh at you. Seriously!
I thought I needed to add more, perhaps I will perhaps I wont, but here also some more miscellaneous things to remember, never forget to not mention that you are and, never ever would or could be around females and, males who don’t play football (soccer) every whatever day and, you are never around animals especially dogs, Drinking of all kinds…Pepsi and, Coca-Cola particularly and, when that guy approach with the reversal Coka theory tell him you know all about it, this will save time for both of you. And make sure in your first impression is always use these handy sentences “I eat Halal , I never drink”, and “I Would like to hang out with her”, but not “be with her”, type of thing.

The rules of course do change for female and all, I mean for females they face the dilemma to keep it on or off thing, to smoke or not to smoke, to date him or not, and so on, hey I couldn’t talk then, and I cant tell what do now, so if you made this far here by yourself, you are actually on your own.

day in the life of

To this date there is no other subject that makes both parties fight as much as a girl standing in the middle of this subject, normally that girl is white blond and cute , from one guy’s point of view anyway. I guess this is due to the fact that we dont have enough of them, girls i mean.

Things goes like this , we’ve been invited to a friend’s place to “party”, we go as usually as a group because non of us want to be there alone its just a crazy thought, what if he/she says something that I don’t understand, in English how would I reply , that’s why I would have you with me so you can take some of that langue barrier from me,

We start getting in there is always that kid a freshman, and that girl a fresh women , chatting sipping or jugging a beer into their throats , there is the other kid who is a desi Whom looks at us a failure to the whole Muslim world and always wonder how these people ever made it to this world,
funny thing I never got these kids Desi’s always want to hang out and always want to avoid been seen together for a chat for a homework what have you, so its not just confusion in life it seems even in their choices.

We set or stand we try not to offend , anyone by keeping our native langue at minimum , unlike Latino student who really don’t give a rat ass to anyone’s ears never mention feelings ( they might be talking about us) kind of feelings.

We try to have a drink , and the first conflicting between 2 similar kids start to pop up. we look at each other, stare into each other’s eyes, and start eye talking thorugh an eye to eye contact, because on eye is on each other and one eye on the girls; are you going to drink this beer ? are you going to violate what you stand for? , you know what is going to happen when you drink this beer or that jiNtonic, the whole student at ESL will know about it , and hence will start harassing you for it maybe forever until you get away from the whole party, or worse fight about it and bring the cops to break it,

Never the less I always gulped that beer, I wouldn’t say I was popular around my own kind ,even back home, my views differ from almost all of them, so this was by no means new to me, I told one of them once , if you keep bullshiting like this allot am calling the cops on you, “what sacred?, no not really I just don’t want o be deported only to meet your ass even over there, get it.

I never understood why we fought in the first place, I mean we hardly get to see each others from time to time , in masjed, sometimes I wonder why some these kids even make it here , I know they can I know because they wanna prove to whomever over ther that they have enough money to make it anywhere where people would think that they are what they think they are, stupid.
The first question, to me at least goes something like this, “ I want to see things I never seen back home”, and I go something like what you mean, tell what have you not seen and I’ll see what I can do, I want to hang out with girls , I want to have sex , and why exactly are you telling me this?, do I look like that kind of guy who will find girls for sex for newly student ? maybe is what I read from their facial expertoin, some times its girls sometimes it s weed.
And they always come in cousin like form, and they ask the same thing, and the remind me of that Nintendo game Pikmen I guess its called when they follow each others and ask the guy who hang out with them the same thing over and over again.

ESL love

“Never in my life” he said, “never in my life I was drawn to someone this close”

Like all love stories this story had start somewhere. There had to be a meeting somewhere in time, also it is safe to say that when love occurs it’s the lovers time.

For him at that time her backgrounds her being is still a mystery to him. The thing about these Japanese girls is how cute looking they appear, childish low tone speaking.
They met at school in the Midwest in an ESL course, sweet looking girl white pants with sky blue t-shirt, he thought at the time she showed some type interest in him, he knew because she approached him. In his stay something that never happened to him before someone fell in love or liked him for the first time in his stay in the States.
It was a class to improve on foreign students writing skills it was class filled with mostly female East Asian students who always seemed to him at the class at least that they did not get much of what the old woman teaching the class was saying.

She saw him while he was exiting the class she was sitting on the floor near the classroom in the hallway. He wasn’t paying attention on his mind was always financial issues and mother and father and all that.

She looked at him and he noticed she opened the talk between them right away “ what is your name” with a smile, he told her what’s his name was, and he asked her “well what is your name she told him her name, and she told him it means flowers in Japanese”.

Next day was normal day they met and they talked briefly she was interested in him and he was shy plus his background and because of his country back ground and all the gender segregations he knew she was going to be he his friend but not someone to fall in love with.

It is summer and his family are all here, he wanted to invite her sometimes to see his family but no chance, She seems more or less like all the other of Japanese people at the time or at least the ones who were studying in there.

Few days pass the guy contracts flu and couldn’t attend the school he was laying on bed, he was on the bed when she came to his address and gave him some soup and told him you have to get better, he stood up though his bones were hurting and told her I have to take you to your school, he did not want at the time to make her feel that she suffered and he wanted to be nice in return in a instance.
She was riding her bike in front of a Farmers Market looking all busy fighting through the traffic heading to the school, he stopped near her and told her I cant let you come with a bike or anything without taking you back my self its not fair and I have to repay you back, she looked bothered but he did not care, he put her bike in his trunk of his GrandAm and drove her to the school.