Sand Tank

2007-05-04T15:21:00.000-03:00

I found an old friend on the net last week. And it's all thanks to you sandtank... yep, good old Johannes True, who's a good old chap (lol). What was it ... 15 years ago?! I had just moved to a new school, and I didn't know anyone. You know what it's like to be the new kid ... But Joey True was there... and so was Ayush, and Yang, and Sameer, and Rahul.. I became instant friends with Johannes- we were best friends for the next 5 years, when I left for back home, and so did Joey.

We have so much catching up to do. It's been fifteen years, and we have each gone different ways. But before all that, it's awesome to remember all the memories from 15 years ago. We chatted the other day, and remembered some of those good old memories... My stomach hurt from laughing so hard... Man, we were lunatics back then... hahahahah... So much for good old days...

Bi-hess

2006-12-20T15:01:00.000-04:00

This is the lyrics to my favorite Iranian rap song "Bi Hess" by Zedbazi. I wrote it myself so some parts might be wrong (doubt it). Some people might find this lyrics offensive, the language is pretty coarse...

هر سال صد تا آهنگ مياد…
از همه جای دنيا
همه ميخونن
همه هم ميشنون
ولی فقط يه گروهه که وقتی ميخونه
تهران ميترکه... او ه ه ه
تهران
ز دبازی
عليرضا جی جی
سيجل

…
ام جی!
دختر خوب نکن بم نگاه
نه ما عين تو ايم و نه تو عين ما
من زدم تو خط جک و جنده ها
تا بيان و بگن امشبو زنده باد
کلّی بند و بساط
آره همون بنگ و موادی
که ديگه شده قند و نبات
همه شديم منگ و خراب
يهو گرم شد هوا تو هم شلوار تنگو در آر
نکنه ميخوای ببندمت با دستبند به تخت
نه- نری اصلاً از دستم يه وقت
خواسته هات هستن چه سخت
من خودم اينقد مستم که الان وصلم به تخت
پس منو شخصاً ببخش
تو که فقط نيستی بقيه هم هستن تو کف
بستن يه صف
هر وقت منو ميبينن
زود با يه سوت وا ميستن
انگار من داورم اونا فوتباليستن
ولی اونا دنبال اين توپا نيستن
دولو ميخوان
واسه همينم اين همه راه دورو ميان
ميمونن دورم
تا ديوونم کنن
ميدونم خودم
اينا ديوونم شدن
ميشينن بغلم
پس همه عملاً
دست ور نميدارن از سر کچلم (ای وای!)
نميخوام بزنم بهت ضد حال
خيلی رک و راست بگم فقط بت يه بار
فکر نکن حرفم دروغه وقتی بت ميگم خيلی سرم شلوغه
نگو حال نداری
منو قال نذاری
بيا بال در آريم
بريم بالا با هم
خرابتم خودتم خوب ميدونی
تويه شرايطه بد ما با هم خوب ميمونيم
هر جا برم، تو هستی پيشم
وقتی عادی ام يا تو مستی گيجم…
تو رو نميگم منظورم موزيکه
چون از روزی که رفتم توش ديگه مغزم گوزيده
دوست دارم از بس،
کاملا دادم عقلمو از دست
پس هر کس، داد با من دست
فهميد مهراد عجب آدم کس خلی هست
سعی نکن پس، ادا منو در آری، نه زاخار تو مثه من علاقشو نداری
نميخام بزنم من ضد حال بهت، يا دروغ بهت بگم يا که ادّعام بشه
فقط بهت ميگم که چه جوری …
تا که بدونی يه خورده بيشتر از من.
اسمم هيدنه …
خوب حفظ کنش، به خاطر خوب بسپرش
خوب حس کنش و حرف بيجا نزن،
آره داداش من اينجا اين کارتم
آره ديگه قدرت افتاده دست من
اومدم اينجا استاد رپ بشام
کس نگو بلا مييارم سرت
نزديکم نيا ميمالم درت
hidden

چرا بی حسم
هر چی راه ميام باز بت نميرسم
let’s go
امشب خيلی خل ام
که از دنيا هی ميخورم
شصت يک ميخورم
يا چون ری ميکنم
اين شکلی شدم
تويه دنيا جايی نديدم
يکی مثله خودم
زندگيمو بايد بگيرنو قصه کنن
ديگه هر چی پول داشتم رفت به باد
هر چی دختر باهام بود زد به چاک
همه برنامه هام يهو رفت به فاک
اگه بشينی بگردی پی رد پا
ميبينی هفته ها
يه سری شتک برام زير آب زدن
تا تونستن گرفتن ايراد ازم
ولی هنوزم آس پيک ايران منم
واسه همينم دخترا ميان دمم
امضاء ميخوان ازم
ولی داشی زندگی بالا پايين داره
تابستونت رفته حالا پاييز باته
کس خارش دودو بيار توپ بشيم
حالا کس خارش دودو بده دود بشيم (آره)
خيلی مونده راه، تا بخوايم که ما
آدم بشيم
واسه همينم وقتی که شب مياد، الک ميزنيم و ميريم بالا
...
سيجل که فقط تو رو ميخوايم، که فقط تو رو ميخوايم،
باشه برو مييام
chorus
دافا ميشنونو ميگن يه بار ديگه بذار
زنگ ميزنن موبايلم سه ثانيه يه بار
اجباريه انگار حرف زدن با اينا
ولی فقط واسه اين که بدم يه راه ديگه فشار
دنبالممو ميپرسن کوشی ويلسن؟
چون دوست دارنم بيشتر از کيف لويی ويتن
آهنگام هست تو همه مهمونيا و همه ماشينا يی که ميدن تو اتوبان صدر ويراژ
اما چيزی نميدونی
...
چارتا شنيدی و چار تا کردی لاش
آمار درست ما رو هر کی داشت
خايه کرد و صورتش شد رنگ زرد شاش
نگو حال نداری…
حالم دارم
اتفاقا
کل تهران آرزوشونه که مثه ما شن
رفته بودم فضا ولی برگشتم
هنوزم تو اين بازی به من ميگن سرلشکر
صد تا سربازه باهام
هيچکی هم تو کل اين بازی نداره قدرت اندازه ما
کسی شاخ نميشه پس واسه ما
وقتی اين همه آدم جلوم وايسادنو منم شدم دروازه بان
دليلشم واسه همه شماها بزارين دوباره بگم
بازيکن زياده ولی من شماره يکم
ويلسن!
chorus

2006-11-06T22:57:00.000-04:00

خيلی وقت بود چيزی ننوشته بودم
اين يه ماه و اندی که گذشته سرم خيلی شلوغ بوده... شديداً مشغول آزمايش های مربوط به کار خودم شدم... کارای تي ای هم که حسابی اين ترمی وقت گير شده... عجب غلطی کردم که واسه دو تا درس تي ای شدم... تازه در کنارشم توترينگ آخر هفته...
ديگه وقت واسه سر خاروندن نميذاره
يادم نمياد آخرين روزی که هيچ کاری نداشتم بکنم کی بوده... يه روز که بشينم خونه حوصلم سر بره از بيکاری...
شايدم يه جورايی خوب باشه اينم...
از الان کم کم به فکر اينم که بعد از فوق چيکار ميخوام بکنم... کجا ميخوام برم...
ميبخشيد که اين پستم فوق العاده بچه مثبتی بود... چيکار کنم ديگه بچه مثبت شدم ديگه

تازه الان دارم از اين آهنگای پيانو نيو ايج هم گوش ميدم.. که ريلکس کنم بعد از روز طولانی... آخر کار بچه مثبتی ...

A thousand and one things to talk about.

2006-09-28T17:42:00.000-03:00

1. Ahmad joon made the front cover of TIME magazine. Inside is a whole, detailed article on the attack strategies the US will have to use if there's to be a war with Iran. Everything is thought of. All is planned.

2. UN's general debate took place last week in New York. Iran's president had a lecture on the first day of the debate. UN has put the videos of the presidents and leaders of different countries' speeches on its website. You can watch the videos in the language the spokesperson was using, or, the English translated video. Iran's video had two links: English and ARABIC!

THE UN THINKS IRAN'S LANGUAGE IS ARABIC! I checked the website again today, and they have changed it from "Arabic" to "Original Language". Stop worrying about the ignorant civilians! Stick to the UN first!

3. I had a thousand and one things I wanted to talk about, but I'm running out of time here. School has started once again and I'm as busy as hell. But this time I'm trying to keep a balance between life and school, and I'm happy with it so far.

The stranger

2006-09-07T19:04:00.000-03:00

The stranger was determined to show that his culture was worth more than all the labor of the men and women in the bar. He pointed to a print hanging on the wall:

“Do you know what that is? It’s one of the most famous paintings in the world: The Last Supper, painted by Leonardo da Vinci.”

“It can’t be as famous as all that,” said the hotel landlady. “It was very cheap.”

“That’s only a reproduction: the original is in a church a long, long way from here. But there’s a story about this picture you might like to hear.”

Everyone nodded.

“When he was creating this picture, Leonardo da Vinci encountered a serious problem: he had to depict Good -in the person of Jesus- and Evil –in the figure of Judas, the friend who resolves to betray him during the meal. He stopped work on the painting until he could find hid ideal models.

“One day, when he was listening to a choir, he saw in one of the boys the perfect image of Christ. He invited him to his studio and made sketches and studies of his face.

“Three years went by. The Last Supper was almost complete, but Leonardo had still not found the perfect model for Judas. The cardinal responsible for the church started to put pressure on him to finish the mural.

After many days spent vainly searching, the artist came across a prematurely aged youth, in rags and lying drunk in the gutter. With some difficulty, he persuaded hid assistants to bring the fellow directly to the church, since there was no time left to make sketches.

“The beggar was taken there, not quite understanding what was going on. He was propped up slightly, opened his eyes and saw the picture before him. With a mixture of horror and sadness he said:

“I’ve seen that picture before!”

“When?” asked an astonished Leonardo.

“ ‘Three years ago, before I lost everything I had, at a time when I used to sing in a choir and my life was full of dreams. The artist asked me to pose as the model for the face of Jesus.’ ”

There was a long pause.

“So you see, Good and Evil have the same face; it all depends on when they cross the path of each individual human being,”

He got up, made his excuses, saying he was tired, and went up to his room. Everyone paid what they owed and slowly left the bar.

in the middle of the night, i was thinking of a blog

2006-09-05T14:50:00.000-03:00

You wake up in the middle of the night... you need to go to the bathroom... while you're in the bathroom, suddenly an inspiring moment takes place, and you come up with an awsome idea, for a blog. You say to yourself, I better write this down now, so I won't forget in the morning. A part of you says that something this strong will never be forgotten, so why go throuth the trouble of turning on the lights and getting a pen and paper and not be able to go back to sleep afterwards? you'll remember it... Now go back to bed. So you do.

Funny you remember this much in the morning. You don't remember anything else...

Sandtank

2006-08-31T15:05:00.000-03:00

I was surprised looking at the archives of Sandtank today... Sandtank, you're almost SIX months old! happy half-anniversary! Man, I never thought I could keep up a blog for six months... actually I never thought I could keep up anything for six months...

During the past six months what I put in my blog has changed quite a lot. I started off with mostly writing my feelings and thoughts, in English. After some time, I started adding some Persian posts to here and there, and Sandtank became kinda bi-lingual (put that in your resume, Sandtank. It's gonna earn you some extra points). For me it was really difficult to type in Farsi, so I gave it up and went back to English.

After some time, I came up with the idea of writing posts in Farsi, Scanning and uploading scanned images. This way, I'd practice my Farsi writing every now and then, along with posting in Farsi (having ur cake and eating it too).

I don't have too many viewers here, so to you dear reader, who's reading this very line right now, I appreciate your time and I hope you liked my posts. I don't like to turn my blog into a whorehouse and add a dozen links to other weblogs in order to have them add me to their lists. I prefer if only people I know read what I write.

So, all the best to you sandtank, I am looking forward to celebrating your sixth anniversary!

2006-08-31T14:15:00.000-03:00

"To the one who understood her task and her purpose.
To the one who looked at the road ahead, and understood that it was a difficult journey.

To the one who did not make light of those difficulties,
but, on the contrary, made them manifest and visible.

To the one who makes the lonely feel they are not alone,
who satisfies those who hunger and thirst for justice, who makes the oppressor feel as bad as the oppressed.

To the one who always keeps her door open,
her ears listening, her hands working, her feet walking.

To the one who embodies the verses of another Persian poet,
Hafez, when he says: Not even seven thousand years of joy are worth seven days of sadness.

To the one who is here tonight, may she be one with all of us,
may her example multiply, may she still have difficult days ahead,
so that she can do whatever she needs to do, so that the next generations will not have to strive
for what has already been accomplished.

And may she walk slowly,
because her peace is the peace of change,
and change, real change, always takes time."

(Message from Paulo Coelho to honour Shirin Ebadi at the Nobel Peace Prize Ceremony, Oslo, December 11th 2003).

No don't get me wrong here. I'm not a Shirin Ebadi fan. I just thought it's interesting to see Coelho writing this message to praise her work. The way he has put the words together is beautiful.

Ahmad joon

2006-08-18T13:59:00.000-03:00

"...He's actually, in a strange way, he's a rather attractive man, very smart, savvy, self-assured, good looking in a strange way... He's very, very short but he's comfortable in his own skin."
60 minutes correspondant Mike wallace, when asked about Ahmadinejad's physicality.

YOU play, I'LL listen...Autophobia

2006-08-16T16:03:00.000-03:00

Philophobia

2006-08-10T17:04:00.000-03:00

Che

2006-08-09T17:36:00.000-03:00

Havana
April 1st, 1965

[Fidel,]

At this moment I remember many things — when I met you in Maria Antonia's house, when you proposed I come along, all the tensions involved in the preparations. One day they came by and asked who should be notified in case of death, and the real possibility of it struck us all. Later we knew it was true, that in a revolution one wins or dies (if it is a real one). Many comrades fell along the way to victory.

Today everything has a less dramatic tone, because we are more mature, but the event repeats itself. I feel that I have fulfilled the part of my duty that tied me to the Cuban revolution in its territory, and I say farewell to you, to the comrades, to your people, who now are mine.

I formally resign my positions in the leadership of the party, my post as minister, my rank of commander, and my Cuban citizenship [...]

Reviewing my past life [...] my only serious failing was not having had more confidence in you from the first moments in the Sierra Maestra, and not having understood quickly enough your qualities as a leader and a revolutionary.

I have lived magnificent days, and at your side I felt the pride of belonging to our people in the brilliant yet sad days of the Caribbean crisis. Seldom has a statesman been more brilliant as you were in those days. I am also proud of having followed you without hesitation, of having identified with your way of thinking and of seeing and appraising dangers and principles.

Other nations of the world summon my modest efforts of assistance. I can do that which is denied you due to your responsibility at head of Cuba, and the time has come for us to part.

You should know that I do so with a mixture of joy and sorrow. I leave here the purest of my hopes as a builder and the dearest of those I hold dear. And I leave a people who received me as a son. That wounds a part of my spirit. I carry to new battlefronts the faith that you taught me, the revolutionary spirit of my people, the feeling of fulfilling the most sacred of duties: to fight against imperialism wherever one may be. This is a source of strength, and more than heals the deepest of wounds.

I state once more that I free Cuba from all responsibility, except that which stems from its example. If my final hour finds me under other skies, my last thought will be of this people and especially of you. I am grateful for your teaching and your example, to which I shall try to be faithful up to the final consequences of my acts.

I have always been identified with the foreign policy of our revolution, and I continue to be. [...] I am not sorry that I leave nothing material to my wife and children; I am happy it is that way. I ask nothing for them, as the state will provide them with enough to live on and receive an education.

I would have many things to say to you and to our people, but I feel they are unnecessary. Words cannot express what I would like them to, and there is no point in scribbling pages.

Ever onward to victory!
Homeland or Death!
I embrace you with all my revolutionary fervour.

Che

2006-08-02T19:11:00.000-03:00

Acordeon

2006-08-02T19:01:00.000-03:00

2006-07-28T12:20:00.000-03:00

What starts with "F" and ends with "UCK"?

2006-07-26T17:46:00.000-03:00

2006-07-26T12:17:00.000-03:00

2006-07-19T20:59:00.000-03:00

He who cannot draw on three thousand years is living from hand to mouth.

GOETHE

2006-07-17T14:48:00.000-03:00

Misconceptions

2006-07-13T21:56:00.000-03:00

Not all misconceptions are bad... no my friends... not all of them...

Some of them lead to interesting thesis topics...

25th hour (2002)

2006-07-11T11:54:00.000-03:00

Another good movie… I like movies in this genre, I don’t know what genre it would be exactly… slow-paced movies about day-to-day lives of people…

Don’t expect a movie full of strong emotional scenes that makes you smile or cry. 25th hour follows the life of a New Yorker drug dealer in the last 24 – or 25- hours of his life before going to prison.

And let’s face it, Edward Norton is a genius actor. He has a certain, mysterious, masochist look in his eye that you also see in Fight Club. That look that says: “beat the shit out of my face and I wouldn’t mind. As a matter of fact, I’d kinda like it”. A, boyish, just turned into a man, look. And he is born in 1969 (37 years old).

Hey if you know movies similar to this one, tell me about them ok?

And no, I don’t mind watching movies from a few years ago… I like to watch a movie when its heat is down… so I can judge it personally…

Good news

2006-07-04T15:17:00.000-03:00

I received very, very, very good news today…

Let’s just leave it at that

Good job sandtank!

Things are starting to work out!

ultimatum met

2006-07-03T14:11:00.000-03:00

The ultimatum posted on June 2nd, seems to have done the trick. I finally came up with an original idea, presented it to my supervisor, and he seemed impressed (and that’s all I need), so I designed my experimental setup, and amazingly, this was all done before June 15th. So I went to the lab technician with a list of all the material I will be needing, and again, all this is done around mid-June… and since then, I’ve been waiting… impatiently…for the ordered material to arrive… practically doing nothing important… well, I mean I still come to school and work for a few hours a day… but I don’t like the wait… I get nervous when I don’t have anything to do… I can’t just stay home and relax (like a normal person would do)… I start feeling guilty… so I’ll come to school. With nothing to do. Like today…

I also realized something else as I am writing this post. At any stage during my studies so far, I have always thought that compared to the previous stage, I haven’t been doing enough work…and that I’ve been lazy in this last stage… and I always blame myself for that… but heck, looking back at the posts I’ve had, all the times I have been complaining, I’ve been achieving something big during that very time… so, I won’t complain any more from now on… yep, you won’t be hearing me complain any more about being lazy, or not working like I should, or …

p.s. Hey it’s OK if I complain a little every now and then, right?

p.s.s. I have 11 mosquito bites on my back, and the funny thing is they are concentrated around one same spot. A mosquito must have gotten into my t-shirt and stayed there… from breakfast till supper, and he hasn’t stopped himself from having mid-day snack, an afternoon tea, and a late night snack, and even inviting a friend over for a movie night… it’s itching like crazzzzzzzzzzyyyyyyyyy.

Impatiently waiting for the ordered material to arrive.

Crash (2004)

2006-06-28T14:10:00.000-03:00

I watched Crash on DVD last night. Finally, after a long, long time of seeing boring, pointless movies, here was a film that really moved me. I started out as I usual… Press play… One eye on the screen and the other on the chips and food and drinks… sneaking a look at the headlines on this week’s TIME --and to be honest, when I looked back at the screen again I knew I hadn’t missed much-- But with Crash, after five minutes of watching, I literally didn’t take my eyes off the TV screen again in the remaining 2 hours.

Watch it. And watch it again. Talk about it with friends… This is a movie worth watching more than once. The cast is amazing. The flow is smooth and logical. The cinematography is astonishing. The music is breath-taking.

And oh, if you’re an Iranian reading this, double watch the scene where the Iranian mother and daughter are having a conversation in the morning after their store has been vandalized. Feel the hate in the mother’s voice as she turns to her daughter, and says “They think we are Arabs”. Yes, sad but true my fellow Iranians, we are hardheaded racists too. We should start by changing the man in the mirror… and I’m talking about myself too… Go ahead. Watch it. Get inspired.

2006-06-05T17:02:00.000-03:00

Happy Birthday dear friend :)
Happy birthday
Jaye man khaali :(

Comment

2006-06-05T17:00:00.004-03:00

to the person who had left a comment for my previous post:
I'm really sorry i have no idea what happened to that comment ... it was accidentally deleted :(

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2006-06-05T17:00:00.003-03:00

to the person who had left a comment for my previous post:
I'm really sorry i have no idea what happened to that comment ... it was accidentally deleted :(

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2006-06-05T17:00:00.002-03:00

to the person who had left a comment for my previous post:
I'm really sorry i have no idea what happened to that comment ... it was accidentally deleted :(

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2006-06-05T17:00:00.001-03:00

to the person who had left a comment for my previous post:
I'm really sorry i have no idea what happened to that comment ... it was accidentally deleted :(

2006-06-02T15:01:00.000-03:00

to: farshid

Dear Sir,

This letter is to inform you that you have only one month left to finish up your literature review and start your experiments. We are expecting to see an experimental set-up from you by the end of June 2006. Any delays will lead to penalties.

Sincerely,

Farshid

n.b. Get your act together you fool!

smoke?

2006-05-18T15:27:00.000-03:00

Why do we smoke?

Is there a logical explanation behind it?

It’s called “smoke” you know… like “fire” smoke… nobody inhales “fire smoke” do they? So why do we smoke? Is it because the nicotine is supposed to relax you? It’s supposed to make you feel good? Well, it doesn’t! It makes you feel like shit. Actually, there’s no feeling at all. If you’re lucky, you might get a headache after you smoke, but that’s only if you’re really lucky. If you’re not, you’re just left with smelly clothes and hands and breath…

So why do we smoke? Right after we’re done smoking we open all the windows to get some fresh air in! But Hello! all that smoke you’re sick of now, was in your lungs seconds ago! And we’re always complaining about how shitty smoking is… “I’m quitting man…” or “this one is the last smoke man”… “just tonight guys, ok?” Who are we kidding? We’re NOT gonna quit! Yeah! Mark Twain once said “There’s nothing quite as easy as quitting smoking… I have done it a thousand times!!”

So let’s light a last cigarette in honour of all those who try! quitting! And this is the last one, ok? And in honor of Hossein, my dear friend, who once bought me banana when I asked him to get me a Cuban cigar on his way back home. He gave me the banana and said “There, this won’t give you lung cancer, and it is actually rich in potassium!” Hossein my friend, nice try!

آن تايتلد

2006-05-16T10:48:00.000-03:00

به سبک رو ضه خوانده شود

ديشب گفتم برم منزل سخنرانی "جرج ابن بوش" رو از تلويزيون ببينم
آخه شنيده بوده که خندق "ص نون نون" قراره نشونش بدن
قرار بوده که راجع به "هجرت کردگان" به "سرزمينش" صحبت کنه
خلاصه ماه که در اومد راه افتادم به سمت خونمون
از بازار شام که رد شدم فهميدم يه خبرايی شده
گفتم بابا جان بايد خودمو زود برسونم به خونه
رسيدم به خونه
درو باز کردم
"فرمان از راه دور" رو برداشتم
کليد "وصل" رو زدم
ديدم تلويزيون روشن شد
ولی
تصوير ندار ه ه ه ه ه ه ه ه ه ه ......
همش يه مشت برفک نشون ميده
گفتم عيبی نداره بابا جان
ميزنم خندق های ديگه
به جای جرج ابن بوش "صحاب" يا "عشق رايموند" يا "سرزمين صاين" ميبينم
زدم خندق های ديگر
ديدم همه برفکه ه ه ه ه ه ه ه ه ه ه...
فهميدم که وقتی از خونم بيرون بودم
يه نا مراد قاتلی
يه نا مراد قاتلی از قبيله "ارتباط شرق" اومده
ريسمان وصل به خندقا رو قطع کرده و رفته

moving

2006-05-09T14:18:00.000-03:00

When you're moving, your whole world becomes boxes. That's all you think about is boxes. Boxes, where are there boxes? You just wander down the street going in and out of stores. “Are there boxes here? Have you seen any boxes?” I mean it's all you think about. You can't even talk to people because you can't concentrate. “Shut up I'm looking for boxes”. Just after a while you become like really into it you can smell them. You walk into a store. “There's boxes here. Don't tell me you don't have boxes. Dammit, I can SMELL them”. I'm like I'm obsessed. I love the smell of cardboard in the morning. You could be at a funeral. Everyone's mourning crying around, and you’re looking at the casket. “That's a nice box. Does anyone know where that guy got that box? When he's done with it do you think I could get that? it's got some nice handles on it”. And that's what death is really. It's the last big move of your life. The hearse is like the van. The pale bearers are your close friends the only ones you could ask to help you with a big move like that. And the casket is that great perfect box you've been waiting for your whole life The only problem is, once you find it you're in it.

Jerry Seinfeld- Seinfeld, Episode 35-“The Boyfriend 2”

دفترچه خاطرات؟

2006-05-01T14:45:00.000-03:00

و بالاخره فرشيد به خانه جديد خود ميرود
اين آخر هفته همش خر حمالی بود
اسباب کشی در حد روانی
ولی حالا که تموم شده همه چيز
خيلی ميچسبه
که بری توی خونه جديد
راستی اين اولين باريه که من توی يه خونه مستقل مستقل زندگی ميکنم
بايد يه پارتی چيزی بگيرم...
گرفتم خبرتون ميکنم
همه دعوتن!

دفترچه خاطرات

2006-04-27T19:35:00.000-03:00

ميدونم واقعا... بلاگم شده دفترچه خاطرات…
شايد برای شما خواننده محترم واقعا مهم نباشه امروز من چی خوردم... يا اينکه کی ميرم خونه جديدم…
راستی، من امروز ظهر پيتزا خوردم، و شنبه ميرم خونه جديدم...برای تابستون...

Long gone are the days...

2006-04-25T13:09:00.000-03:00

I am using the blogger plugin for word for the very first time. I am also typing my first post with my fingers in the correct position on the keyboard (that’s why it’s taking me five times as long). I don’t know if this effort will ever pay back… it’s just that I was typing so (where was that damned Q again? Oh here it is…) quickly just using three or four fingers and looking at the keyboard… I was doing just fine… but everyone says this is “the new thing”. You’d be considered an oldie if you are staring at the keyboard while typing (urghhhhh I’m sick and tired of typing “t” instead of “r” and “c” instead of “b”…)…

Yes, dear friends, long gone are the days when using “Internet Explorer” was considered a talent… I even remember a time when if you knew how to move a mouse, you’d be recognized as a public hero… people would move aside, let you through, and watch in astonishment as you came and lay your hand on the sophisticated gadget, took the cursor on an icon, and performed a smooth, flawless “double click”.

Yes, long gone are the days…

P.S. I wrote a long, interesting article on Iran the other day, and accidentally deleted it just before posting. I’m trying to make it sound normal… I don’t wanna go nuts like the day before yesterday…

P.P.S. Georgina, if you’re reading this, I just wanted to let you know you are very, very beautiful… I’ve never seen a prettier girl…

Untitled

2006-04-12T15:34:00.000-03:00

ميگن
"کسايی که موقع ريدن فکر ميکنن، موقع فکر کردن هم ميرينن"

Translation:

"Those who think when shitting, tend to shit when they are thinking"

well, not literally shit, but you get the idea...

If you agree with the above statement, discontinue reading the rest of this post, and as a matter of fact, discontinue reading my blog! Close this window now! I think when I shit! A lot of the ideas you read here were formed during shitting sessions... lolllllll I'm just kidding you...

Anyway, while I was at the john today, I remembered two interesting things about last night:

1. I dreamt that I somehow ended up in a hospital, and a doctor diagnosed that I have cancer. (you don't wanna know what kind of cancer... :-s). I am hoping that bad dreams have good meanings to them and that I will be able to have ten kids... (dough!!! I think I gave that one away...)

2. I always set the alarm on the clock by my bed to whatever time I wanna get up in the mornings. Last night I slept at around 1 am, so I figured I better sleep until 8:30. I set the alarm on 8:30. I slept straight without waking up even once during the night.

I wake up in the morning before the alarm goes off... and I thank God, because I can sleep for another hour... or whatever time there's left, I don't even open my eyes, just turn to sleep on my other side... this all happens in less than 3 seconds... and you wouldn't believe it, the alarm goes off in the 3rd second! It's as if I had woken up at 7:59:57!!! Woaa that's some weird shit...

2006-04-07T13:51:00.000-03:00

Time is flying... and with the fastest speed during the 7 and something months I have been here in Canada...

2006-03-31T14:41:00.000-04:00

Ooo and something else too... you'll forget to bring a spoon and fork :(( so u end up eating lunch with a plastic fork you borrow from friends...

Confessions...

2006-03-31T12:11:00.000-04:00

If you're a guy, and you wanna make your lunch at home and take it to school -both healthy and economical (:-s)- I can assure you that:

1- You will stay home the whole morning... if you're lucky you'll be out of the house by eleven thirty...

2- You will use 30 dishes and 5 pans and three pots in the process.

3- You will burn something, so your house will smell like burnt food for a few days.

4- You will forget to put one thing in... it could be salt, spices, oil, ... sometimes you will forget to put anything in and it will be an hour before you realize you are cooking water.

5- You will hate the taste once you get to school and then start to wonder if you should've stuck with subway, or pizza, or... (Oh my God, what was I thinking when I decided to bring lunch to school today?!!)

2006-03-30T16:58:00.000-04:00

شوخ‌طبعی‌ مدام‌ در مجالس‌ به‌ شوخی‌ و خنده‌ مشغول‌ بود. زاهدی‌ به‌ او گفت: ‌همه‌ عمرت‌ را به‌ بيهودگی‌ و مسخرگی‌ گذراندی،‌ اين‌ كار را نكن‌ كه‌ روز قيامت‌ تو را وارونه‌ در جهنم‌ آويزان‌ می‌كنند. گفت: ‌اين‌ هم‌ خنده‌دار است‌.

حکايت ما

2006-03-28T20:44:00.000-04:00

در تمام مدت محاصره شاه سلطان حسین و مشاوران او کوشیدند تا ازراه نذر و نیاز و چله نشینی و دعاهای صغیر و کبیر برای دفع

بلایا و فتنه ها و بیماری های مختلف که در کتابهای حدیث گرداوری شده بود، و خواندن روضه صاحب الزمان و یا از طریق طلسم و جادو و احضار زعفر جنی پادشاه اجنه برای بمیدان آمدن سپاه جنیان و یا از راه فرستادن اجل معلق برای بزرگان افغان از راه کرامات ملاباشی، کفار ملعون را از ادامه محاصره اصفهان باز دارند

در باب پس گردنی

2006-03-28T13:48:00.000-04:00

عبيد زاکانى: از فضايل‌ِ پشت‌گردنی اين است كه حسن‌ِ خُلق می‌آورد، خمار از سر به در می‌كند، بَد‌رامان را رام می‌سازد و ترش‌رويان را منبسط می‌سازد و ديگران را می‌خنداند و خواب از چشم می‌ربايد و رگ‌های گردن را استوار می‌سازد

Finally

2006-03-27T10:55:00.000-04:00

Sandtank finds a home... in the hydraulics lab... a little warm because of the hot water pipes going through the ceiling eh? but, hey, you gotta take whatever you're given... you know Dr. L-double I-U tried his best to get Sandtank a better home... well, not the best, but the nicer cooler cells down in the heavy structures lab, but they didn't let him, so when you're left with one option, the wisest thing is to take it my dearest Sandtank...

Now, your frame is made, and your glass is being made ...ehhh... who knows maybe right now... they're gonna put you together soon... and when that happens, it'll be the happiest day in our lives... don't you agree?

Sandtank, I got a tutorial in the afternoon, and then a tutoring class after that, so I really have to run... two more weeks of this life and after that these first year freaks will leave me alone, with a pocket , well, full of money...

2006-03-27T10:44:00.000-04:00

Until they become concious they will never rebel,
and until after they have rebelled they cannot become concious.

George Orwell - 1984

تا زمانی که هشيار نشده باشند، شورش نخواهند کرد

و فقط در صورتی هشيار خواهند شد که شورش کرده باشند

جرج ارول- 1984

2006-03-22T12:57:00.000-04:00

The past two days have just been flying past and I haven't had a chance to sit down and figure out what I'm planning to do. I need to find a place. I need to start planning for a summer job. I need to .... eee what the heck, enjoy the pic!!

بابا کرم.... آ آ...

2006-03-20T09:03:00.000-04:00

پسرک با پدر و مادرش روبوسی و خداحافظی کرد
و سريع برگشت
تا اشک های پدر و مادر رو نبينه
و مادر و پدر اشک هاشو نبينن
از پشت شيشه های سالن پرواز به بيرون سالن خيره شد
خورشيد داشت آروم آروم طلوع ميکرد...

Happy two days to your first month, Sandtank

2006-03-17T23:02:00.000-04:00

Mom, I love you from the bottom of my heart.

Dad, I love you deep from the bottom of my heart.

Thanks for being there for me, through joy and sorrow, always.

2006-03-16T19:56:00.000-04:00

It's only 4 days to Norouz (that's the Persian new year, in case you didn't know). I asked mom why we don't have any "sabze" this year, so last week she ent ahead and put "maash" in two plates with a damp tissue covering them, first you leave them in a place with no light until you see the "javoone"s and then you expose them to light... and you won't believe this... we have two beautiful "sabze"s in the house now.... i thought we're never going to make it this year. I'll definitely take these "sabze"s to school, where we'll be celebrating the new year with someIranian friends...
Mom and dad are leaving Monday morning, and New year is around 2:00 in the afternoon...
And are you looking for surprises in my posts? well, Cindy "walked" into our house on Monday night... We had no idea she was planning to come and see mom again here in Canada... Well, she just proves the word "friend" still has a meaning these days... shame on me and people like me who think we're good friends...
It's been an interesting couple of days... but then again, i wont talk about them here... this is not a diary... or is it? :-s

2006-03-13T10:45:00.000-04:00

salam farshid joon khobi? sharmande ke dir daram javabeto midam, kheili dargire in proje hastam , chizi ham be emtehanam namonde, bara hamin dige koli mashgholam, u asked about my marriage, haghighat yeki az ostadaye uni hast, ke az he said he liked me from the beginning and he was looking for apportunity to propose, vaghti ham ke be man darkhast dad ta chand vaght shock boodam, albate chon ba manaam ina tamas gerefte bood nemishod ke ghaem kard, haghighat fekre ... aziyatam mikone, vali ina oomadan khone o hame chi ok boodo mamanam ina khieli khosheshon oomad, man ham hey be mamanam goftam ke na o az in harfa goft ke pesare moghiyate khobi dare. man ham didam oona raziyan ghabol kardam, vali haghighat kheili say kardam ke tamasam ba ... edame dashte bashe vali man har chi peigham midadam aslan behem javab nemidad ya shayad ham makhsosan ignore mikard, nemidooanm chi bood vali har chi bood khieli delamo shekoond, man sa'y kardam vali oon nakhast, man ham ke doost nadaram khodamo be kasi tahmil konam... ma ta ye mahe dige aghd mikonim , vali aroosi to August hast. i would be so happy if you could make it for that time, its going to be a big party and i think i'll invite Andy for our wedding party , kholase try to come for the ceremony, let me know if you need invitation chon ma az alaan darim bara hame midim . I have loads of friends they are going to come from iran ,so let me know, and keep in touch, by the way say hi to ....

take care

و بدين ترتيب، عشق قربانی سرنوشت شد

...

2006-03-12T22:00:00.000-04:00

salam farshiiid :)
too in ozae gharashmish yeki az khabaraee ke mitoonest khoshhalam kone hamin bood ke to weblog zady kheili bamaze mineviisiii
halo ahvalet chetore?
ma ke inja hesabi dargiire badbakhtiamooniiim
dige ghooze balaghooze, dastanam ine kedadashamo loolia kotak zadan darbo daghoonesh kardan va hesabi inja asiir shodam
shodam mamanesho babash az ye tarqafam bayad koli hers bokhoram hala bayad amalam beshe dige ino nemidooonam kojaye delam bezaram...

khodaya ... chi begam :((
khoda ghovat, miss u girl... wish u all the best, khoda bozorge Haaleh... kash man boodam mitoonestam komak konam...

Sad, but true

2006-03-10T10:51:00.001-04:00

I wanna write about one of my personal characteristics today... I'm not sure if this can be called a characteristic or a habit or... so bear with me through it.

I don't think I deal with life's problems serious enough.

When I face a problem, there's a complicated mental process I go through, which will cause me to feel OVERSTRESSED for a few hours, then TOTALLY CALM after that.

I think this "numbness", or "calmness" if you like, is somehow related to my mind reacting to escape the mental pressure of dealing with a serious problem. It's somehow similar to a computer "asking" to be "shut down" if you run too many programs with it.

Yes, my mind will automatically "shut down" to escape the pressure.

So, when I face a big problem, this is what seems to happen: At first, I break down totally. I become exteremely weak and hopeless. But surprisingly, this feeling lasts for only half a day, at most, and this is where I think my brain reacts to the problem by making it look so small that it can be ignored. My brain will give me all kinds of reasons to accept that the problem is not as scary as I thought, but infact it is very small, and it has happened to many people before and they have overcome it, so I will definitely be able to overcome it. And then the numbness, and carelessness. Now, the problem seems so small, that I will tell my brain:
"Don't worry brain, I will take care of it in my free time."

I think my brain's saying to itself "Man, look at this guy, two hours ago he was
panicking,
at the point of agony,
thinking there won't be a tomorrow,

and so I give him "some" hope to calm him down,

and God damn it, he takes so seriously

that he tells me he will do "something" about it in "his free time" "?

Yes friends, that is the sad, but true story of what goes on inside a civil engineering masters' student at ... university whenever he faces a problem...

P.S. Thanks Nazanin for reading and commenting on my posts, you seem to be the only reader so far girl, keep up the good work!

خدا کنه چيز مهمی نباشه

2006-03-08T10:23:00.000-04:00

اينم يه پست به زبان شيرين فارسی

الف

مامان و بابا کمتر از 15 روز ديگه دارن ميرن
:(
اند دتس ايت

ب
بد جوری ذهنمو مشغول کرده از ديروز
نميگم چی
ولی ايشالا که چيز مهمی نباشه

مای فرندز

Coffee always gets my brain racing...

2006-03-06T17:35:00.001-04:00

a) I chose Blogger because I assumed being a well known webblog, (if not the best-known weblog), IT WOULD NEVER CRASH. The first part of my assumption remains true my friends. However, this afternoon proved my second assumption wrong. And this is happening in the less than two weeks I've been using blogger.

b)I watched the Oscars last night. I must confess I was very disappointed with the two awards that went to Brokeback Mountain. Now, I have not watched this film nor do I ever plan to do so, I think it's a disgrace to all the Western movies I have watched during my life. I always think of my cowboy heros as straight cowboy heros. I don't want anything to change that thought. I was also disappointed with the winner for the best female actress, Reese Witherspoon, because I can't imagine her as ever being an oscar winner. I haven't seen Walk the line yet either. I will watch that movie sooner or later, and I will tell you in case I ever change my mind (I doubt it). Which reminds me, I need to buy a good TV and sound system and DVD player for the place I'm moving in. Movies have once been a very important part of my life, and now I'm starting to lose that.

c) I'm back from Second Cup, and I am nearly finishing my regular cinammon caramel coffee, which is supposed to keep me awake this afternoon for studying Environmental systems. This will officially be the first time I make an attempt to study anything for this course in this semester.

d) I was the invigilator for my TA course this afternoon. The professor left the exam and I was left with the students.
And then a student asks me for the density of water in US units.
For those fellow readers who don't know, this is the easiest and stupidest question in engineering. Any engineer should know this number. It is like asking someone for their mom's name or something.
But the problem occurs when the TA has been using SI units all his life. He hates US units, and so he vaguely remembers a number like 62.4, thinks again, puts on his "I'm sure what I'm telling you is correct" face and replies "62.4".
He doesnt' stop right there. Next he goes up to the board and he writes on the board "density of water=62.4 lb/ft3".
Students all copy this in their exam books.
Ten minutes before exam ends, the professor returns. He smiles at the TA, then looks at the board, quickly looks back at the TA, then the board, then the TA, board, TA, board, TA...
And he screams out "Students, please pay attention, there has been a mistake... this number here on the board (looks at the TA while saying that) is the Gamma of water, not the Rho, the Rho is equal to 1.98 which when multiplied by 32.2 equals 62.4 ...."
The prof is thinking to himself "Who the hell is this guy?!!"

2006-03-02T23:03:00.000-04:00

It's funny.

If you've ever been to orkut, you'd know what I'm talking about.

Your status marital can be SINGLE, COMMITTED or MARRIED

1. If you're single, you're a nobody. People will go through your profile and say "Yeah, yeah, just another ordinary guy (girl)...".

2.If you're committed, suddenly you become an important person. People start going through your profile and try to guess who the lucky winner is. Others will congragulate you on your "success". Girls suddenly start noticing you. Hey, where the hell were all these honeys before I was committed?!!

3. If you're married, you're boring. People will click on your profile as an act of empathy. They will comment on how good your picture looks or how nice and friendly you are, but that's just bullshit. Deep down inside they feel sorry for you. They see themselves in your shoes, shiver, then open their eyes and thank God for the good life they have.

P.S. I am very, very, VERY tired. Today has been a very busy day for me. One and a half hours of tutorial in the morning, three hours of class in the afternoon and then anothe 3 hours in the evening.

tired

2006-03-02T17:36:00.000-04:00

a very busy busy yesterday and today

that is all friends

have to run !

i did watch the Russel Peters skit I love so much for the second (or third) time today for the hour I was free. It kinda got me goin' again. Not too many things to be happy about when you're a graduate student and a TA and a tutor....

2006-02-27T14:04:00.000-04:00

I was seldom able to see an opportunity, until it ceased to be one.” Mark Twain.

And by the way, whoever said "TA money is hard money", was probably never a TA.

Hey, a guy can change his mind!

Easy Money

2006-02-27T13:17:00.000-04:00

Whoever said "TA money is easy money", has never been a TA in their life.

Music: No music! Got class in an hour!

2006-02-26T18:02:00.000-04:00

بابا و مامان دارن کمتر از يه ماه ديگه برميگردن ايران
ديگه تنها ميشی
دلت که واسشون تنگ ميشه يه طرف
همه کارات هم ميفته دوش خودت
ديگه صبح از خواب پا نميشی ببينی مامان صبحانه واست درست کرده
ديگه ناهارتم آماده نيست که ببری دانشگاه بخوری
ديگه کسی نيست که واسش ناز کنی که ناهاری که امروز تو مدرسه خوردی کم بوده يا زياد ... يادته زياد هم بود نق ميزدی؟

همه اينا يه طرف، دلمم کلّی واسشون تنگ ميشه

ديگه مشکلی داشتی بابا اينجا نيست که تا بهش يه تک زنگ بزنی، هر کاری داشته باشه ول کنه بياد کمکت
ديگه شنبه ها روز

Laundry

grocery shoppingو
ميشه، خواب تا لنگه ظهر ممنوع
ديگه کم کم بايد به فکر کار کردن باشی، نميخوای که هميشه دستت جلوی بابا دراز باشه؟ هان؟
ديگه اگه زود زود پولاتو خرج کردی، بابا بهت کمک نميکنه

همه اينا يه طرف، دلمم کلّی واسشون تنگ ميشه

ديگه اگه سرما خوردی، خودتی و

Advil

ديگه اگه دلت هوای غذای ايرونی جا افتاده کرد، يه روز از صبح نميری دانشگاه،ميمونی خونه آشپزی ميکنی، که واسه شام غذای جا افتاده ايرانی نوش جان کنی
ديگه ظرف و ظروف رو خودت محبت ميکنی ميشوری، خشک ميکنی، ميذاری تو کابينت
ديگه اگه خونه تو مرتب نکنی و تبديل به طويله بشه، کسی به دادت نميرسه
...
همه اينا يه طرف، دلمم کلّی واسشون تنگ ميشه

توضيح: همه اينا که گفتم يه طرف، دلمم کلی واسشون تنگ ميشه

توضيح: يکی ندونه فکر ميکنه دفتر خاطرات يه بچه 12 سالست
يه نره غول 23 ساله داره اينا رو مينويسه

Music: BoyzIIMen

Album:Evolution

Song: Doin' just fine

Sand tank WILL find a home!

2006-02-24T15:25:00.000-04:00

بيچاره سند تنک
توی اين دانشکده بزرگ...
بين اين همه آزمايشگاه
يه جای 3 در 2 برات پيدا نميشه؟
تو که قراره بچه من بشی
من که قراره هر روز بيام بهت سر بزنم

کلّی ازت نمونه بگيرم
بدم دستگاه
کلّی داده آزمايشگاهی تو قراره واسه من بدی

قراره من و تو با هم فوق منو بگيريم

اون وقت ميخوان بهت يه جا ندن؟

خودم ميرم دنبال جا واست
خودم يه جای قشنگ، تو همين دانشکده واست پيدا ميکنم
ديدی اين تکنيسين بی تربيت چی گفت؟
گفت گرد و خاک هوا ميکنی، دانشجوهای ليسانس ميخوان بيان تو آزمايشگاه، نبايد کثيف باشه
قربونت برم، تو که آزارت به مورچه هم نميرسه

حالا نگران نباش
من و تو
با هم
نشونشون ميديم

قابل توجه دوستانی که تصميم دارند در رشته مهندسی عمران ادامه تحصيل دهند)د)
عاقبت داستان اينست

يکی بياد منو بستری کنه

!آ ی ی ی ی ی ی ی ی ی ی ی ی ی ی ی ی

Ahhhhhhh! the easy days of graduate studies!!

2006-02-24T13:47:00.000-04:00

The "reason"

a TA's exciting life

A TA's exciting life

And finally, "lucky girls in engineering" (my favorite)

زانويی که درد نميکنه رو بهش دستمال نميبندن!

2006-02-24T11:43:00.000-04:00

يه درس خيلی قشنگ که دارم از بلاگينگ ميگيرم اينه که

يه موقع هوس ميکنی يه چيزی بنويسی،

مينويسی،

بعد بر ميگردی ميخونيش
و به اين نتيجه ميرسی که بهتره پاکش کنی

اگه زندگی هم همينجوری بود
يعنی ميشد حرفايی رو که به يکی زدی
بتونی دوباره گوش بدی
و اگه خوشت نيومد پاک کنی
چقدر خووووووب ميشد

اينجوری براي هر دوتامون بهتر بود : دی

پانوشت: اين پست رو پاک نميکنم

Now Playing: Man, I downloaded a bunch of new songs (all the Grammy award winners), and i burned it on CD, but the damned thing has some kinda security lock! It won't play! Damn you imesh for your damned copyright rules! :((

So, no music right now, I am not listening to the old stuff any more until I find a way to get these goin'

So again, damn you imesh!

Mood: a little on the positive side today!

I have a deodrant on that I used in Iran, so it's bringing back a lot of memories!

Yeay!! I just figured out how to get this title up here!

2006-02-22T16:12:00.000-04:00

يه صبح ديگه
يه روز نو
طلوع زندگی
طراوت جوانی
شور و حيات

گرمای تابستون عسلويه از شيش صبح شروع ميشه

اشعه خورشيد مثل خنجر نوک تيز چشماتو سوراخ ميکنه
گرما، شرجی، بوی گند تخم مرغ که به خاطر سوختن گاز از سر مشعل ها تو هوا پيچيده
يه صبح جديد در عسلويه
سرشو انداخت پايين... زير چشمی ميزشو پيدا کرد و سر جاش نشست
نميخواست مجبور بشه با همکاراش سلام حال و احوال کنه
جمله های تکراری... تعارفای کليشه اي... لبخندای مصنوعی
خسته بود

برای چندرغاز حقوق بيشتری که از دفتر تهران ميگرفت، تصميم گرفته بود بياد اينجا

"اگه فقط شيش سال اينجا کار کنم ميتونيم به اندازه کافی پول جمع کنيم که باهاش خونه و ماشين بخريم"
...نگاه نگران زنش اومد جلو چشش
کيفشو در اورد و به عکس پسرش نگاه کرد
چه زود دو ساله شده بود!! ... و چقدر کم تو اين دو سال ديده بودش

خسته بود

ولئ
نميخواست زير قو لش بزنه
اولين سيگار روز رو روشن کرد
و به چهار سال ديگه همين موقع فکر کرد

چهار سال بعد
توی خونه خودش نشسته بود و پرشيا هم تو پارکينگ پارک بود
و پسرش هشت سالش بود
و خودشم سئ و پنج
و چقدر کم بزرگ شدن پسرشو ديده بود
و چقدر زود پير شده بود
و چقدر دير قبول کرده بود که زنش ازش طلاق بگيره
و بره با يکی ديگه ازدواج کنه

صدای زنگ در رشته افکارش رو پاره کرد
پسرش بود
هر دفعه تو چشای پسرش نگاه ميکرد، نگاه زنشو ميديد

وقتی که تازه باهاش آشنا شده بود

يه سيگار روشن کرد، و به دودش خيره شد

با الهام از دوران کار آموزی در عسلويه و زندگی مهندس ح

موزيک:Camel
البوم:Echoes

Camel inspires me everytime!

To write junk ;)

2006-02-21T16:59:00.000-04:00

چرا

چرا قدر اونايی که دوستمون دارن رو نميدونيم
و چرا همش دنبال اينيم که دل اونايی که دوستمون ندارن رو به دست بياريم؟

درس اول بازاريابی: محصولت رو ارزون در اختيار مشتری قرار نده

موسيقی زمينه: هيچی! مردم دارن اينجا کار ميکنن، نميتونم که هرچی دلم خواست بذارم

مود: تايرد

2006-02-20T19:35:00.000-04:00

فارسیمم راه افتاد!
now i just gotta learn how to type farsi!
i'm gonna like this.
this is gonna be a good exercise for me :)

2006-02-20T14:04:00.000-04:00

لوکيشن: يه کابا ره دور افتاده، وسطا ی صحرای نوا دا

موسيقی ز مينه: بين سرو صدای حرف زدن و خنديدن مردم، صدای جوک باکس که يه آهنگ قديمی کانتری با صدای خيلی ضعيف داره پخش ميکنه به گوش ميرسه... يه آهنگ تو مايه های

"Go Johnny go"

از دوردست صدای به هم خوردن چند تا توپ بيليارد از ميز گوشه سالن به گوش ميرسه، ولی خود ميز و افراد بين دود سيگار گم شدن

...

هوا شديداً گرمه و کولر پر سر و صدای سالن جوابگوی گرمای 45 درجه تابستون نوا دا نيست

از وقتی وارد شدی، کلاهتو از سرت در اوردی و هر از گاهی نا خود آگاه خودتو باهاش باد ميزنی

فروشنده پشت ميز يه چيزی در گوش دختره ای که اون دست نشسته ميگه و دو تاشون بلند ميخندن

نگاهت به ميز جلوته
شيشه نيم پر ويسکی رو کم کم دو تا ميبينی
ولی ميدونی که تا تموم نشه هيچ جايی نداری که بری
دستتو ميذاری زيره چونه ات... و به گوشه سقف خيره ميشی...
به هيچ چيزی فکر نميکنی... ميذاری ذهنت ازت جلو بزنه
يهو همه صداها ميخوابه و

!! بنگ

سرت محکم ميخوره به ميز
ديگه فقط صدای ضعيف آهنگ بگوش مياد
و قيژ قيژ کولر قديمی

Can u control your hoe?

2006-02-19T21:43:00.000-04:00

It's 9:44 pm. Been in office all day... workin' on... the sand tank

I surf through a few blogs. And then I make my own.

Simple as that.

And so the story begins...

Pretty lame huh? :P

Background Music: Can you control your hoe? Doggy Dogg Dogg (I know I know, no the best song to listen to when you're creating a weblog... I should be listening to a "feel good" song, something like "Ain't no mountain high enough" lolll)

Mood: Ordinary (I've been like that for some time now :-s...)

هنوز نتونستم فارسی ويندوزم رو راه بندازم

هر وقت راه انداختم بيشتر فارسی مينويسم
باورت ميشه هنوز نميدونم ميخوام از چی بنويسم
فقط الان اينو ميدونم که ميخوام شروع کنم بلا گ نويسی... بالاخره همه از يه جايی شروع کردن ديگه...

Wish me luck ok?!