Falling
into the rabbit hole
is the best of all.
Before, there was standing;
Now, there is motion.
There's color, in the dark,
Many colors!
I'm not sure if my eyes are open or not.
Falling
is suspense;
I'm suspended-
no ropes, nope.
No ties.
Just falling,
not knowing,
is the thrill.




© Farhana Jahan

I haven't written poetry in a long, long time. I haven't been inspired to create much in the past year at all, actually. How depressing (although if I were really depressed I would be able to channel that into something remotely artistic, methinks. Though to be honest, this poem may explain my recent funk. Gahh, you can't live with it, you can't live without it, whatever this "it" feeling is). End ramble. Enjoy the poem! Thoughts? Critiques? I'm all ears (and eyeballs).

(My friend's words, not mine).
Amusing, but not the reaction I was hoping for when I announced to her that BOB DYLAN will perform at the Greek Theatre, mere yards away from where I reside. I will be able to hear him LIVE and will probably sneak around back to see if I can catch a glimpse of his epicness through the trees.

On another musical note (teehee), I watched The Furious Few perform on Bancroft/Telegraph today. I could only stay for one song because I was on my way back to my room, but I really liked what I heard. I even talked to the singer for a second, just asking him what the band's name was and if they had a website. I wish I had told him I liked his music. Another one of those lost opportunities and regret soup moments to add to my pantry. Ah well. I hope to see them perform again.

As a lover of art and beauty, I find it all the more painful that I am not one of those things that I admire so greatly.

(Short pity post for the moment that may or may not be expanded on. I'll be back one of these days to ramble like I used to. Classes start in less than 12 hours! [boo] )



*edit*
Is it ironic that I just entered TheTheologian's hot hijabi contest? I never said I wasn't vain.

You know you’re best friends when you spend the morning scrubbing the bathroom clean while singing along to Britney Spears and Blink-182, have my mom take pictures of us posing ridiculously with spray bottles and scrub brushes, conserve water by showering together, with our squeals of laughter echoing (loudly) off the tub walls, greet guests with green face masks on, and top it off with a fireworks spectacular in the park.

Happy Fourth of July!

Wuthering Heights (1992)- Voldemort never looked so good. And I don't care what anyone says; Heathcliff was an asshole. A broody, ruggedly handsome asshole. (I bet Tom Riddle would have been like that had he been a muggle. Teehee!)

Doubt- I really liked this movie. That's all. You should watch it. Without a doubt.

Trainspotting- Couldn't stop imitating a Scottish accent afterward. Also, I don't see what all the hype is about. McGregor was interesting to watch though.

Penelope- Another movie that likes to remind me that everyone will find love, except for me. It's a very cute fairytale nevertheless, with a very cute McAvoy and a very cute kiss that made me sighhh.

Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister- Read the book a few years ago and liked it a lot. The movie wasn't quite as good, but otherwise cute. I should stop using that word.

He's Just Not that Into You- Don't I know it. I would say this is the story of my life, but all the ladies find guys that are into them even if temporarily, so...yeah, let's just keep rubbing it in my face, thanks.

Oceans 12- Damn those cool cats.

And there you go. I should be joining Ebert & Roeper any day now.

On a different note, I've finally begun drawing again. I'm making a portrait for my bosom friend who is coming to visit on the 10th until late July. (more on that later). For the portrait, I started with regular graphite but added black pastel because I had to go darker and don't have any charcoals at the moment. It's looking good, methinks. This is the first in a series of portraits I hope to make.