10/21/2005
Anthro Project
Safia and I have to write a paper on Zawiyates (hopefully, we have to pick 1 Zawiya out of the 10 existent). God, i don't know quelle mouche nous a piqué pour choisir ce topic. Anthro professor is very exited bout it, doesn't want us to change it. so it has to be very very good, else we gonna be in big shit. The project is a field exercise on Sefrou city, next Saturday, based on gatherin all possible data by interviewin people from the Zawiya. I know nothin bout Sefrou, i've never been there. I've heard it's a small city, very crowded on Saturdays, a souk day. i've heard also we gonna have some problems cuz it's ramadan a holly month and we don't know if Zawiyas open on Saturdays. We've collected some written data related to the subject: The Cult of Bouya Omar; The Role of Saints in Moroccan Society and The Zawiya System in North African Popular Culture. meaning am gonna have to do lots of reading this weekend + it's Nada's birthday. oh my god i don't know how i'll get to manage this! P.S: Insomnia yesterday. I haven't slept till now so my idea of reading in the train will not be quite obvious. i'll probably ZzZzZzZzZ all the way to Rabat :s
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Nada's birthday
This weekend am gonna have to go to rabat. Nada, the only true friend i got left, is celebratin her birthday in some chic restaurant. i guess i can't afford orderin dinner, am a bit broke. anyways, hopefully i already bought her a present. i'll try to post some pics once i get back. but i got a problem. i promised dad to come home this weekend, it's been a month now. i understand, it's ramadan so he wants the whole family together for ftour. too bad, i'll have to lie again. [by the way, that was the little birthday cake she bought for me on my birthday. so sweet, nobody ever bought me a tiny birthday cake(for 2) before.]
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Friendship.. no such word in life's dico
My friends simply ejected me from their lives. It has probably something to do with jalously.
pathetic situation: when their boyfriends or even just male friends come for the weekend, they always fear that am gonna catch their attention. but the fact is, i don't give a fuck. i have already someone in mind, my ex, and they know that perfectly.
proposed solution: don't invite me to your gathering, so simple.
sad reality: they prefered to throw me out of their lives like garbage, après tt skon a vécu ensemble.
now: i ended up with no friends, askin myself if friendship really exist in today's world.. and why do i have to pay the price if i happen to be a bit gorgeous?
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10/20/2005
I close my eyes
i just discovered a good tune lately.. while listening to yahoo launch radio.
actually, i think i like it (beautiful voice)
name of the track "i close my eyes" .. by "Shivaree"
.. I close my eyes
So I
Can dream of ways to keep you occupied
So I
Can lock you up we'll keep it classified
Alright
You're mine tonight, son
When I close my eyes ..
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10/12/2005
Heart snapshot.
This picture is the perfect snapshot for my "heart"
Locked!
key?
Lost! Somewhere.. someone.. somehow has it!
you?
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UH.. HUH!
My life's quite empty. I've no friends, no lover. Only me, myself and I.
Let's talk 'bout LOVE first; a serious issue in my life (source of confusion, state of inferiority and land of weakness ...).
Actually, I'm "obsessed", for the first time in my whole life, with my ex bf. I really don't know if one can call this love or it's that state when you get used to someone. I have to get him out of my head! He doesn't really give a damn 'bout me! According to the latest news I've heard, he's already found a new "victim". I have to admit, it's always been my fault. Most of my love relationships fail because of me. Geographical distance is mainly present, but this is manageable. One of my ex bfs, who I still have phone contact with, tried to analyze this continuous and extremely weird "echec". He said: "... every time you start falling for someone, you have to quit!” He's right! but does this mean that I'm afraid of love? but wait, I don’t even believe it exists!
M.
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