Just-talking-out-loud

A list of things I can’t wait for ... My summer trip to Europe, Spring, my hair cut appointment this afternoon, the weekend (this week has been long already), next time I go to gym (I am in the mood to workout), Saturday Farmers Market, cleaning my room (it is a disaster), upgrading my wardrobe (even a little bit), ...  Whether you are in a bad mood or not, I suggest coming up with your own list. It makes you feel better. 

"He who becomes the slave of habit, who follows the same routes every day, who never changes pace, who does not risk and change the color of his clothes, who does not speak and does not experience, dies slowly. He or she who shuns passion, who prefers black on white, dotting ones "is" rather than a bundle of emotions, the kind that make your eyes glimmer, that turn a yawn into a smile, that make the heart pound in the face of mistakes and feelings, dies slowly. He or she who does not turn things topsy-turvy, who is unhappy at work, who does not risk certainty for uncertainty, to thus follow a dream, those who do not forego sound advice at least once in their lives, die slowly. He who does not travel, who does not read, who does not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself, dies slowly. He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem, who does not allow himself to be helped, who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck, about t...

I always feel more comfortable among a multicultural group of people. If all are Iranian, I feel something is missing. If everyone is from Canada, again, I don’t feel at home. I guess it is because most of the time I spend discussing how everything works in different cultures; talking about interesting expressions and slangs other culture might use; and what costumes are appropriate. One of my favourites is having an angle’s stomach. This is a Tunisian expression meaning someone who does not eat much. I always imagine angles to be those huge white creatures but apparently they can be small too.

There are different wells within your heart. Some fill with each good rain, Others are far too deep for that. In one well You have just a few precious cups of water, That “love” is literally something of yourself, It can grow as slow as a diamond If it is lost. Your love Should never be offered to the mouth of a stranger, Only to someone Who has the valor and daring To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife Then weave them into a blanket to protect you. From :  Paulo Coelho's Blog Does anyone know the Farsi version of this poem?

Happy Persian New Year, Sal-e noe mobarak! I set my 7-seen table finally this morning. I want everyone to notice my happy mug which contains some wheat cat grass. The one I try to make from lentil, didn't turn out very well since I remembered to start doing it 10 days ago. The weather today was surprisingly amazing. I received some chocolate as eidi (which was a nice surprise too and from someone whom I was trying to be mad at), played squashed with some friends, then went swimming. As I was swimming in the quiet pool, I started thinking that I should be very grateful for this nice facility on campus and should take more advantage of it. I was happy but by the end of the day, I couldn't help it wonder about some stuff in my life. More thinking and analyzing does not help either; Some cry does though. At least I feel better now. I am just worried that I am on the wrong track. I wish everyone a wonderful year ahead. ...

Srikumar Rao talks about what it takes to be happy. Everything is a journey. So focus on the process not the outcome and take only those journeys that take you to where you want to go.

You are and always will be the number ONE guy in my life. Happy Birthday baba!! I wanted to right this here only but then I thought my dad will never read it since he doesn't know anything about this blog. I decided to send an email to him. I don't know what is wrong with me with expressing my feelings. I have never said anything like this to either him or to my mom. I know they know I love them but I have never told them. 

Who are those great women out there? Great women to me are those who raised/are raising responsible, kind-hearted men; the men who stand by their women, respect them, and love them; the men who see far more important traits in women than just physical beauty. Those women value gender equality and compassion and they pass that on to the next generation. I believe it is the most dreadful thing for a mother to learn that her son is a womaniser, abusive, or simply he left his family for another woman. What I can’t understand are those women who actually encourage that behaviour. So, Happy International Women’s Day to those truly great women who are the foundation of humanity!

Can anyone explains to me why the nicer you are to people, there is more likely that they will take advantage of you, specially guys?!!