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The Show

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 06:35:08 GMT

Come now,
take a peek;
Sneak close to the blinds,
sidle up to a door, and-
you want more?

Then, pry away the layers
until they give way on their own.
We are voyeurs
and performers.

You see me;
the big strip tease-
ladies and gentlemen,
This is my soul,
these are my feet.

Keep the peelings,
you'll need them for your show-
And they'll never know they're secondhand
twice, thrice in a row.

We'll go to sleep
under the spotlight;
Spend woken hours in the dark;
stalking strangers, stalking shadows,
eying keyholes and computers-
It's all the same.

This is the game, and
we have no shame.

© Farhana Jahan

Inspired by Sylvia Plath's "Lady Lazarus", and a little social networking site called Facebook.

Has anyone ever said something to you that you could not forget or forgive them for? What was it?

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 02:25:10 GMT

My best friend spoiled Sirius Black's death for me before I got a chance to read Order of the Phoenix. That was in 2002. I still won't let her hear the end of it.

I just answered this Featured Question; you can answer it too!

Falling

Fri, 18 Sep 2009 03:55:27 GMT

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).

Friday, August 28, 2009

Fri, 28 Aug 2009 20:25:00 GMT

Movie night on the grassy knoll turned out to be movie night in the lounge, which was exceptionally unromantic, so we, being me, old roomie D and her new roomie W, walked around aimlessly, then were joined by my new roomie B which turned into and epic game of Taboo on the balcony into the wee hours of the night.

Awkward moment of the night: A girl and a guy walked out onto the balcony. We asked them if they wanted to join in on our game. Then B said, "but you don't have to of course, we don't want to interrupt your date..." LOL. The way the two vehemently denied being a couple was very amusing. I anounced "awkward moment!" and we chortled over the funny for a bit, then recommenced our game of unspeakable fun. I live for these things.

I thought he was dead...

Thu, 27 Aug 2009 03:15:52 GMT

(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.

Sophomore year, Fall semester

Wed, 26 Aug 2009 19:30:00 GMT

Bangla
English 125A- Rise of the English Novel
MCB 32- Human Physiology
Statistics

And there you have it. I want to take a DeCal or seminar, but they fill up pretty fast and I couldn't find anything I was super interested in. Maybe archery? I know I want to take SwingCal next semester.
I'm applying for a work-study job as an art studio lab assistant. I spent half the night working on my resume and cover letter. It looks good, methinks. Wish me luck.
I'll be more involved in the MSA this year and I want to join Calcorps too. So much to do. Too lazy to pick my arse up and do it.

I did tango last night ;]

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Tue, 25 Aug 2009 06:25:05 GMT

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.

Regret Soup

Mon, 03 Aug 2009 07:49:39 GMT

I have the tendency to simmer and stew during difficult situations (in which, say, harsh words are being exchanged by opposing parties), while I think of a hundred brilliant things I could say that would cease their arguments, or, at least put out the worst of the flames. I rehearse my lines well in my mind, edit and reenact my delivery, their expressions, and so on. But very rarely do I actually say anything. Sometimes I wonder if it's the fear of looking stupid, or just the fact that I spend so much time mulling my thoughts over that everyone's done before I muster up the courage to speak up. There have been plenty of times when a simple, non-eloquent "shut up!" would have done, but I just couldn't bring myself to say it because I had to have the timing perfect but missed the moment every time. Always, I continue to replay the events long after they've ended, chewing over the words unsaid until I reach a point where I re-realize I sound wittier in my head. My abandoned words stagnate, and churn slowly every now and then whenever I stir up that bitter taste of disappointment again.

Sunday, July 05, 2009

Sun, 05 Jul 2009 05:47:52 GMT

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!

Samira (portrait)

Mon, 22 Jun 2009 02:59:36 GMT

Bosom friend and soul sister.

Graphite and soft pastel.