that was funny! it all started with omid jalili (or jalali is it?)
the dance...
you guys are all hairy!
what a laugh!
x me
ps is today the day?
ps2 she is the world champion at coming up with excuses... lol lol lol that was a good one!
ps3 be careful you might be sleeping in the streets tonight.
ps4 thank God.
خواب دیدم تهران بودم
من پشیمونم، من خیلی پشیمونم از همه ی اتفاق هایی که افتاد
از همه ی اتفاق هایی که دست من بود و افتاد
من از این که همه ی چیزایی که دست من بود اشتباه شد پشیمونم
من از جایی که ایستادم خوشحالم
من از این که امروز رو می بینم که اینجا بیام بگم من پشیمونم شاکی ام
ولی حالا بهتر از هیچ وقته
می بینی... همیشه یه کاری می کنه که بگی شکر
You're the ink to my paper
What my pen is to my pad
The moral, the very fiber
The whole substance to my rap.
You are my reason for being
The meaning of my existence
If it wasn't for you
I would never be able to spit this
These sentences I do and the irony
Is you rely on me as much
as I rely on you to inspire me like you do.
You provide me the lighterfluid to fuel my fire
You're my entire supply
Gas, the match, the igniter.
The only way that I am able to stay so stable
Is you're the legs to my table
If you were to break I'd fall on my face.
But I'm always going to make you feel
I don't need you as much as I really need you
So you don't use it to your advantage.
But you're essential to me
You're the air I breathe
I believe if you ever leave me
I'd probably have no reason to be.
You are the Kim to my Marshall
You're the Slim to my Shady
The Dre to my Eminem
The Elaina to my Hailey.
You are the word I am looking for when
I'm trying to describe how I feel inside
And the right one just won't come to my mind.
You're like the pillar that props me up
The beam that supports me
The bitch who never took half,
The wife who never divorced me.
You're like the root to my evil
You let my devil come out me
You let me beat the shit out you
Before you beat the shit out me.
exactly how i felt....
x me
ps lifehouse - hanging by a moment
Hello, I'm Dami's girlfriend.
And I think everyday should be like today.
Do not spoil it!
x me
Good God, thank you.
x me
ای ساربان آهسته ران کارام جانم می رود
وان دل که با خود داشتم با دلستانم می رود
من مانده ام مهجور ازو درمانده و رنجور ازو
گویی که نیشی دور ازو در استخوانم می رود
گقتم به نیرنگ فسون پنهان کنم نیش درون
پنهان نمی ماند که خون بر آستانم می رود
محمل بدار ای ساروان تندی مکن با کاروان
کز عشق آن سرو روان گویی روانم می رود
او می رود دامن کشان من زهر تنهایی چشان
دیگر مپرس از من نشان کز دل نشانم می رود
...
گفتم بگریم تا ابل چون خر فرو ماند به گل
این نیز نتوانم که دل با دل ستانم می رود
...
در رفتن جان از بدن گویند هر نوعی سخن
من خود به چشم خویشتن دیدم که جانم می رود
...
دیگه چی می تونم بگم؟
من سه بار این رو تجربه کردم، حتی اگه اونی که تجربه می کرد خود من نبودم
gotta run to tesco to get some stuff before it's too late... will write more when i get back.
i'm still feeling very ill; though this morning i felt better than the day before... you know how it is.
i dunno what to do with her. dunno what to say. dunno if i should just shut up and listen when she talks or if i'm supposed to tell her what i think or to give her advice. i dunno....
and it's hard to have this responsibility over your shoulder, have this person call you their friend and not be able to be a good friend to them... cos really... what's the point?
no matter how many times we've talked about this... it's always the same. she goes ahead and does what she wills. then she changes her mind. then again.... then comes back crying to me.. and again and again...
what do you do when you don't feel friendship where it's supposed to be?
what do you do when you can't deliver what's expected of you?
it makes me sad. sad to think i don't have any friends.
ps i remember: 08112007 - must have been around 1900
- what you smiling at?
: i'm just thinking... i just remembered how happy you are when you are happy with me... :)
and then listens to me talking about my earrings.
I came home smiling that day... feeling we had the best conversations...
but the fights... the energy spent on them... is taking its toll on me now. but i'll be ok, inshallah.
ps2 i looked like an eskimo when i went out just now - lol
aah.... khoda ro shokr. khoda ro shokr. khoda ro sad herzar martabe shokr.
ps3 zendegi kheili gohe... kheili naarde, kheili bade. har joori fekr mikoni, har joori be ghazie negah mikoni, mibini har chi koochiktar, har chi tanha tar, behtar. zendegi kheili gohe, baes mishe adam be cheshm o nazar o jadoo eteghad peyda kone. zendegi kheili najoore, majbooret mikone bavar koni felfel khordan bade, chon me'dato daghoon mikone. zendegi be adam yad mide tanha bashe. zendegi be adam yad mide behtarin rah, ba khodet boodan, o ba khodet tanha boodane. mardom kheili badan. kheili haghiran. kheili na chizan. mardon kheili hasoodan. va hesaadat ajab ghodrati dare.... naboodet mikone.
ps4 nabayad ina ro migoftam. nemikham dige hich kas ina ro bekhoone. nemikham kasi bebine too saram chie, too delam chi. mikham hame ye dar ha ro bebandam.
mim se... chikar konam? chera nemizari dar ha ro bebandam? man por harfi mikonam. az por harfi e khodam mitarsam. pashimoon misham. vali age bekham harfe del bezanam ke nemitunam saansoor konam. man doost daram ba khodam roo rast basham. chikar konam?
x me
enghadr vaght naboodam, enghadr vaght harf nazadam ke ba in ke koli harf hast, engar hich mohem nist. engar hichi nadaram ke begam.
emshab shabe ghadre.
man khoshhalam, emrooz ye hese khoshhalie kheili khoob dashtam, dastamoon o gereftim be ham o man too delam khoda ro shokr kardam.
too rahe khoone, cheshmamo bastam, too delam doa kardam, goftam khodaya man be hichi esrar nadaram joz inke to oon chizi ke behtare sare raaham bezari. are man entekhab mikonam, man ye raahi ro miram, vali esrar nemikonam be hichi, age khoob nist, masiram ro avaz kon, bedoone in ke man asib bebinam.
emshab shabe ghadre o man be khoda migam ke ghadre aramesh e in rooza ro midunam. ghadre zendeim, ghadre har chiz ke ta emrooz dashtam o daram, ghadre masiri ke toosh oftadam, ghadre hame chiz e doro baram, mogheyeeat, accomplishment haam.... ghadre hamash o midunam. ghadre khoda ke mehraboone...
chand rooz raftam away... jaleb bood, chon hich internet naraftam, moile ham ye rooz nadashtam... khosh gozasht. davam kard. vali khosh gozasht. goft dige hichi nemigam, goftam nagi namardie. goftam begoo vali entezar nadashte bash oon joor ke mikhay man zendegi konam. goftam yadam mire bozorg shodi... are hagh dari ke entekhab haye khodeto koni... man mikham har chi man nadashtam to dashte bashi, har tajrobeye talkhi man dashtam to nadshte bashi, har eshtebahi kardam to nakoni.... vali nemishe. adama doost daran tajrobe haye khodeshoon o dashte bashan. eshkale man ine ke bish az had dooset daram. pedareto dar miaram.
mashallah... man ghadre in ne'mat ro ham midunam...
doost dashte shodan, doost dashtan.... hichi baalaa tar azash nist.
mashallah... in pesar ajab ghandi shode! man behesh migam ghandi ghandi! negah mikone o mikhande, bahash harf ke mizani ghashang tavajoh mikone... mashallah. doost dashtam yavashaki begiram becheloonamesh... nakardam vali...
too ye rah ke dashtam miraftam a good looking guy asked me out... he sent a note saying "you look beautiful"... the whole thing was pretty funny and i laughed off his invitation. later i thought to myself i should have talked properly... but i didn't. the whole thing was a joke.
tooye rahe bargasht, baghal dastim rooze bood, be london ke residim rooze-ash ro baz kard. nemidunam che joori rooze bood... mage mosafer rooze migire? bazi ha vaghan az on taraf e boom mioftan payeen. khosham nemiad.
ghabl az in ke beram north ham... dashtam faghat adat mikardam be in ke bargashtam... be in ke inja dobare london e...
va man ghadre london o zendegie injam ro midunam.
ghablesh tehran....
khodaye man ajab tajrobeyee bood. khodaya shokret ke in mogheyeeat o dar ekhtiaram gozashti... man bozorg shodam too in safar. ba koli tajrobe o energy bargashtam. ba ye outlook e jadid be zendegi. ba ye barname ye jadid. ba ye shenakht e jadid az khodam.
khodaya man ghadre rooz hayee ke gozasht ro midunam.
khoda ya shokret... khodaya sad hezar martabe shokret...
man oomadam. man injam. khodaya shokret.
khoda ya movazebam bash. kheili behem ehtiaj daram. khodaya baham bash.
x me
p.s. mim se... nemiyay london? miss u!
song playing in my head: "i hope you know i hope you know... it's got nothing to do with you... it's personal..." fergie - big girls don't cry
oomadam!
Rule 1
Nothing exists until it is measured.
Neil Bohr 1930
Rule 2
Ignore rule 1
ah! science!!!turbulence is pretty cool, up to the point where you start panicking for the exam. God help me!
it's the time of year when you sit down and think to yourself of all the things you did this year. all the things you wish you did differently. all the things that made you happy, all those days you were sad. all the times you broke a heart, saddened a face. you think to yourself of how easily you could have avoided some of those situations. you think of all the conversations that could have ended on a much happier note. you think of all the situations you handled the wrong way. you sit down and think... of how little you laughed, of how much you learned. all that you gained, all that you lost. the prices you paid... all the days you were lazy...
it's that time of the year when you think of how different you want this coming year to be. all the old habits you want to lose, all the anger you want to put away. all the sadness you want to never feel. it's that time of the year when you promise yourself you will change. and you believe that you can... when you believe... and all it takes is believing.
what we don't realize is that, every day is a new day. every day is a new start. all it takes is believing. all it takes is trying.
and i still promise myself...
she had the chance to leave but she chose to stay
oh what a beautiful day
the choices we make along the line. the choice you made that one night. that day of big talk. that day in december. that night when you stayed. you were given a choice and you stayed. dawn of december 5th. i hope you don't regret your choice. ever. i hope you never look back and give it a second thought.
i hope you dance
never settle for the path of least resistance
another fine december morning: i open my eyes to the sound of you knocking on my phone; i open my eyes to my flowers on my window sill, an hour later than i should have, i get out of bed. do what i got to before i leave the house; finally i am ready. a bit of rushing here and there, but i smile to all the people i see along the way. it's christmas time; everybody smiles back.
there you are, and there i am, and there we all are. the three of us, together. better than ever before. our eyes secretly shine better than they have in a while and it feels good to take glimpse of each one of us smiling to ourselves. girl talk, grown-up talk... though we still are kids. we laugh and we savor each moment and we think of all the years we lost. promises and more promises. this time believing we are gonna keep them.
can't you see baby
si es perfecto
yes, life, with all its magnificence and glory. this is what it is supposed to be like. this is what it has not been like for a long long time. this is a good time, this is a good age, though we still have a long way to go until we are twenty eight! these are the good times. and we shall remember them in their full height, "depth" and "width".
i return home, smiling, feeling tired since i had little sleep last night, but smile nevertheless, thinking, thanking God in secret. yes, this was one fine december day.