what happens sometime

listening to a foo fighters track called let it die.

im just typing this as it has just happened.  so i was in the cafe working as usual when i had the urged to rush to the bathroom when i encountered a family walking through the hallway. they were a(i think)a son, a girlfriend or a daughter and a mother(i wont tell you what race they were because it doesnt matter for we are all equal),the three were crowding as they walked through the hallway and i was rushing.the mother and the son were talking together and the daughter was silent walking behind them.i tried to slip past the mother because it was the biggest space i could go through.when i politely reached out my hand so i could past through and the mother and son stop talking to each other and stared for split second.i eventually had to stop walking and let them past through first.after a few second after the encounter the mother and son started talking again like they were king of the hallway.im only saying this because i had to get to the bathroom in time so normally i wouldnt give a damn,well anyway what does that tell you?i mean the slogan of our country is "politeness is our coulture".sorry if this isnt worth reading but i am gonna do this blog according to what happens in my daily life so just live with it.

listening to foo fighters first album from 1995.

this is blog which represents what i think or come up unintensionally or just about whats
going on in and out of my life,well to start things up,my name is karim jerome bahari,born

in san francisco,california and stayed there for about 3 years then moved to japan which my  mother(nancy buss bahari aka nur shamilla abdullah)had worked there even before my dad(shamsul bahari) and her got married which sums up to 13 years added the 3 years i spent in japan.my mother worked as a lecturer in one of the universities which i dont really have a clue where but it was in sendai.i attended a kindergarden there(i will get back to you about the name of the kindergarden)with my one year younger sister(marissa estelle)and my dad which i dont really know what he did,all the photos i had on us being in japan showed that he did a lot painting or sketching because hes an artist.but before that he did all kind of jobs including mopping floors in a bar when he attended the university of winsconsin and grabbed the degree in arts to working as an safety officer for an oil company.i dont really know much of my dads and mums history before they got together,if my dad is reading this he`ll probably say"read my blog you numbnutts"thats the kinda guy he is,haha.funny but really serious in some ways kinda guy.you can say hes a hardliner who knows how to take care of himself and take no shit from others,well sometimes he has take it from others because without money,respect doesnt go that far.well back to when i was in japan,it was one the best place i`ve been in,the people,the landscape,the wheather,the coulture.well some of that is gone because the city that we were living recently got hit by an earthquake and washed away by a tsunami.i really miss that country"sigh".after that we moved to malaysia,this was when i was 6.which leads to this and that to where i am right now sitting in a cafe working because i have no direction in life.i also have two brothers who are far away,one in dubai(naz bahari) and switzerland(timo  Abächerli.well thats about it for an introduction,no use creating a blog like it was wikipedia.i hope from this on it would be an awesome blog which can top my dads blog which is running strong for about 6 years now.enjoy mates!cheers...