Mere Coincidence? I Think Not!

2007-06-02T09:32:00.000-04:00

'What will your obituary say?' at QuizGalaxy.com

this is just too good.

on the [other] edge of seventeen.

2007-05-01T21:39:00.000-04:00

sometimes it feels like I'll never go home.

"Take It Slow, Take It Easy On Me."

2007-03-22T13:28:00.000-04:00

I got a call from my parents, yesterday.

Dad, to be specific. 23,000 Dirhams. He was mad and rightly so. I deserved to be reamed out the way I was.

It's just that I can't take it right now. When he called, I was writing to Ann. That process in itself is emotionally trying but then when he called, and shouted and smeared his disappointment all over me - I wanted to break. Or as I later wrote to Ann - 'Disappear. Be unborn.'

I wrote home, telling them I was depressed. My mother replied, how can you be depressed after spending so much of your father's money?

How do I tell her that all that spending means nothing, that I was trying to cope in the only way I knew how - A very expensive coping mechanism? That all I want is to go home and lie next to her and beg her never to send me away from her?

I need an emotional anchor, but, as amazing as my [Canadian] friends are - that is too much to ask from any one of them.

How did I end up so far away from home?

In other news,

Lauren, James, Alex and I were almost trapped at Robarts[photo one]. We were in a study room on the 13th floor and around 10:30pm the lights flickered off then on and we dismissed it.

At 11:30pm we decided to leave - only to find that the elevators weren't working. So we went down a floor, and again the elevators weren't working.

So we found the stack stairwell and went down as far as we could to the 9th floor. And yet again, the elevators weren't working. In the face of impending panic attacks, we tried looking for another stairwell but to no avail.

Then we decided to use the emergency phone by the elevators to contact campus police. The girl didn't sound too surprised and asked us what floor we were on and that someone would be there shortly.

And indeed, someone [who was PMS-ing or something] came to get us and told us, in what could only be described as a condescending tone, that the stacks and elevators close by 11 and that next time they'd leave us in till 8 am.

So we left Robarts, relieved. However, I think Lauren's Robarts Anxiety from last term has been revived. I don't blame her, after all, it's a giant, jail-like, cement peacock[photo two] in the middle of campus.

But one day, I'd like to try it. Camping overnight in a Robarts study room, that is.

Also,

in an effort to cheer me up in Economics, Matthew drew the following things:

happy rainbow unicornbrian mulroney-corn

Needless to say, he succeeded. It was a definite upturn in the day's events.

SONG OF THE MOMENT:

My Moon, My Man

-Fariya

A New Beginning.

2007-03-18T21:58:00.000-04:00

hello.

I suppose now that my old journal (5 years of entries, 5 years of me) has been lost to cyberspace, I should start anew.

And here I am.

I've missed writing.

-Fariya

//fariya\\

Mere Coincidence? I Think Not!

on the [other] edge of seventeen.

"Take It Slow, Take It Easy On Me."

A New Beginning.