the movies

i'm sure you've watched movies where a family has a huge falling out; where a young woman can't stand the ways of her parents, maybe her siblings. which leads to inevitably, a screaming match, where heated words are exchanged and doors are slammed. where feelings are hurt, and tears are shed. but at the end of the movie, the family comes together stronger than ever before. understanding each of its members as individuals and not just components, for the first time. i want that moment, but i do not want to have to speak the harsh words, to open my heart, to make evident what are my feelings and thoughts. i want that moment, while staying closed and some what cold, the whole time. the coldness and frigidity is why i can never have that moment.


i'm sure you've watched movies in which someone heartbroken and lonely does not even know they are on the path of self-discovery, and yet emerge at the end, almost brand new, and not needing validation from any external forces. or, they emerge at the end finding the true love of their life. i want the self discovery, and i want the real love. but i know my path to self discovery
can not possibly be in the rank, diseased and corrupted streets of this city that i have grown to detest more, and so true love too, can not be found or had here.


i am told this is my 'home.' i am told to love this place and i will see things brighter, better, less pathetic. it is not true. beggars crawl on your car at every traffic light. men mumble, sometimes loudly vocalize obsenities regarding you, your face, your body, because they can. because you are just a woman. people end sentences with religious words and phrases, expecting you to do the same, for there is no room for you in this Islamic Republic if you are not a Muslim (albeit a cheating, lying one). there is no water when you turn on your faucet often, because the country is drying up. there is no power, because there are too many homes and people to have to provide it to.


there is no happiness, no hope and no real living in this country. and every day you must deal with the bigger, more powerful issues like IDP's, prostitution, violence and crime. and yet everyday you must also deal with family issues, politics within your social circles, your lack of a love life.


they tell me i must live here, and for the most part it's true, for no other country wants me.


but i do not want to live here.
and i definitely do not want to die here.

stomach bug

i spent this weekend with a stomach bug.
'twas not fun.

Arundhati Roy. 080509. Women's Action Forum.

happy birthday, Vasseh!

good will hurting

on 4th May I was back in a gym, after much time spent away.

it has been three days.

it hurts.

i hurt.

but it's a good hurt. so i'll take it.

Brazilian Debs!

Over six months have passed since I have spoken to one of my bestest friends, debs. Today, finally she installed Skype, and we managed to talk for over an hour! I think this warrants a post because really she does for me things many can not. She is also one of the most loving, generous and kind people I have ever met. In fact, she is THE most loving, generous and kind person I have ever met. I am aware that I am beyond lucky to have her in my life. She should be aware that I am honoured that I get to be a part of hers.

<3

petrified

at approximately 2am, the morning of may 3rd (that is now), i heard gun shots coming from my neighbours house. they were robbed previously, and had their generator and car taken (a few months ago), and now i am creeped out that something worse may have happened. i am too afraid to sleep...


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CONGRATULATIONS Class of 2009!

The Lyceum 

cordially invites you to

The Graduation and Awards Ceremony

for the Class of 2009

on Saturday May 2, 2009

at 5:30pm sharp