Birth

Guess whos back ? Back again?

Farahs back.

Uh.

Tell some men.

Rub my back rub my back rub my...

I'm finally seeing the light cascading theough the fine canopy above. After using a machate to get this far through, the next two weeks really feels like a breeze. And after that, its freedom baby.

I feel completely ready to take on the world. I know what i want in most areas if my life - at least for the next 9 months or so.

I know what im looking for in a social aspect - the type of people i want to meet , the ones who i should prioritise and the ones i want to spend as much time as possible with.

I cant wait to start working and learning - learning things that ive put off for so long like learning Arabic , learning how to sew, baking and cooking.

I cant wait to throw get togethers just because i can.

And i cant wait to do some major soul-searching. Figuring out what i want to do with my life. What sort of career i want, where i want to live, where i want to settle down (gosh, im feeling old)

For now..

Ive got a beat im dancing to and its Dire Straits' Walk Of Life
Watch the video and get whistling :)
And tell me you dont feel positively FREE.

Much Love and Anticipation,

Farah

vote.

The End

Graduation was fantastic. The farewell concert was great :) ( The English department's skit and Lubna's poem being the hihlights).

I cant seem to take on a summative approach and articulate my emotions cos they are still pretty much an amalgam of sadness and excitement and there are just too many thoughts a float - so much so incoherence is a must.

I cannot beleive that two years have zoomed by and that SO much has happened in just two years. I cannot beleive that i know some of my friends for only 2years cos it feels like there was NEVER a first meeting. We were lifelong friends.

In another life, perhaps.

I really regret not gettin my act together and getting stuff and writting my messages down for friends and teachers but i cant seem to comprehend how it can possibly be OVER.

Anyway,
I feel extremely motivated and i think that today was a great start to my 20 days of hard-core, intensive mugging. I need this.
I will make it.
I have faith that we all will.

Lunch which followed was fantastic too- Although it has left me feeling very oily inside and out.( we went for korean food so we had to fry stuff). Also, we went in the craziest outfits. SO much fun.

Surprisingly, many people enjoyed mike's and i tongue-in-cheek list of important events. That was a really nice note to leave on.

I guess thats it for me.
Its me and the A's and i plan to whoop its ass so bad it wont know what hit it.

Yes, i am talking about an examination here.

Much Love,
Farah :)

Cos its just me & the A's

Just like John Lee Hooker,

I'm in the mood for love

And like the rolling stones,

I need you to start me up

cos

i'll never stop

examology

I've always had conversations in my head. As far as i know, its a common thing. The battle between the voice of reason and desire etc. Only thing is i just found out that it isnt normal to have about 7 voices at one go.

I grew up with the voices. How was i supossed to know that there were too many Farahs in my head?

Now, they wont go away.

They've found their own little crevices inside my mind, soul and body to manifest their own hopes and dreams. And i have to be objective and fair and let each of them have their own air time. Its the only right thing to do.

I'm not joking by the way.
They are there.
I just thought you guys should know that they exist.

(currently untittled)

I'm playing with candy ideas floating on

a cloud of snow in my mind.

I touch these glittering orbs of genius

and draw them out, honey-coated, sticky

and sweet.

They are glassy, malleable and

i attempt to manipulate them to suit

my whims and fancies.

They then grow long tentacles

reaching out to infinite possibility,

entangling themselves in a mess

like

freshly cokked spaghetti.

Scared, i fling them into the recesses

of my mind to be tugged at on a

later date.

With my pinky, i probe into

a corner of my imagination and find

another

creamy, cushioned, soft idea.

It smells like daffodills and lavenders

baked in the sun.

I squeeze it till it starts to

bleed

butterfilies that cloud my vision.

Distracted, i toss my fury ball of ideas

and then,

chase my rainbow-coloured,

dew-dropped, mango and oriental patterned

butterflies up

up

up

Mount Everest to reach

orange New Mexico

which reeks of diesel,

oil, lust and crime.

I cannot compartmentalise, organize,

label and chart my ideas in straight, pedantic

rows of sux and fours like you want me to.

You say its ideal but its unreal.

Just like my ideas.

Unreal. Imaginative. Infinite. and Wild.

They grow atop cherry trees

and orange bushes and slither

underneath persian rugs,

clinging onto aeroplanes that

swim

in the sea and

dive

into vast, expanssive desserts

only to find more places to explore,

uncontrollably,

unguidedly,

in a

frenzied,

perfect,

mess.

They are not fixed or stable.

They are volatile and excitable.

So please, dont ask me to silence

these peacocks which

fly

and

swim

and

cry

because i cannot silence what i cannot

control

and because caging my ideas

would mean

a sky

empty,

a sound

lost,

a mesage

unwritten

and Me

reduced to

another prototype in this static world of

black and white.

PS: they should have been borken up into stanzas but blogger is being a biatch. Jessica?

Back to Chem,

Much love,

Farah

Why this doesnt need a title.

Self explanatory. no?

Much love,

farah

bytheway: Chem was catastrophic.

you got my baby crying

Unlike the previous post, ive pretty much recovered ( although i was close to tears in starbucks just last night). Its an iffy issue. Either way, the prelims arent bugging as much right now probabaly because morning papers leave the illusion of a lot of time before the next paper. I mean , HEY, ive got at least 17 hours till the next paper. Thats loads of time.

As i said, an iffy issue.

After todays seemingly not so catastrophic physics paper, i decided to treat my self to post exam music ( you want to be starting something.. got to be starting soemthing..), food (LJ's fries) and drink ( bubble tea! ) although i am just getting started with my prelims.

Its all psychology , baby.

All i could hear during my paper was michael jackson playing on repeat in my head. Soon enough, i started my own little party. Just me, my pen and my work. So there i was, on stage - because i have extra time due to medical conditions - boogeying away and with a shimmy to the left and one more to the right, the paper was soon over!

Whoopee.

So of course, i got home took a break and here i am, in the last leg of my break to share with the world - the resident.

The residet. It sounds way too serious and full of pomp - that just doesnt exist. Its the name of a show and its thoroughly informative. im just going to leave one of her fun videos about global warming and americans' (ignorant) take(s) on it.

Enjoy:)




On to chemistry.
Much love,
Farah