Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Me And You made my MAY

May 01- A Precious little brat turned 27. ( yeh, you read it right , Little and 27)Seven is a lucky number, let’s hope she grows up and nags a bit less this year.

May 03- Sexy knee length shorts were discovered and purchased by “TMP” and the gang.

May 04- Someone turned down a strange and funny offer. TMP picked up the Glass.

May 05- TMP’s favorite flew to Van.

May 06- My Valuable Cd Collection (including the Crazy album that was a gift from Dr. Papar ) was lost. A little birdy got drunk. A sexy saghi forsure knows how to make Vodka Cranberry.

May 07- After reading my “hot chocolate” cup, I was told that I will be very successful in future

May 08- Van was ½ empty.

May 10- Van was completely empty,Papar became Papaya again and TMP became blue again!

May 11- I went commando.

May 12- to May 17 – A commando's life got her thinking!@#$%^&*

May 18- Happy Birthday to …Happy Birthday to …. Yummy Dinner ;)

May 21- TMP’s Visa was maxed out!! No more shopping till she gets rich and successful.

May 22- The jury came up with TMP sentence: “ Once and for all put the glass down”

May 23- The glass was down for real!!! Finally;)

May 25- A weird night, The glass was down.TMP was down, but proud.

May 26- Minor depression was cured by watching “Pride and Prejudice” . The new version is much recommended. Base on TMP studies Pride and Prejudice has been an effective way of decreasing the depression level in females.

May 29- A dear Friend had entered the scary world of Grads. Congratulation Grad 2006 ;)..hats off to you !

May 30- A shocking email was received early in the morning. Sun is shinning after a long time. TMP is happy and green.

May 31- I try to cherish the last day of my month and be green, I think I scored high. Overal an A month.
June 01- To be continued…

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

در دل من چيزي است، مثل يك بيشه نور، مثل خواب دم صبح

دشت‌هايي چه فراخ
كوه‌هايي چه بلند
در گلستانه چه بوي علفي مي‌آمد
من در اين آبادي، پي چيزي مي‌گشتم
پي خوابي شايد
پي نوري، ريگي، لبخندي

پشت تبريزي‌ها
غفلت پاكي بود، كه صدايم مي‌زد

پاي ني‌زاري ماندم، باد مي‌آمد، گوش دادم
چه كسي با من، حرف مي‌زند؟
سوسماري لغزيد.
راه افتادم
يونجه‌زاري سر راه
بعد جاليز خيار، بوته‌هاي گل رنگ
و فراموشي خاك

لب آبي
گيوه‌ها را كندم، و نشستم، پاها در آب

من چه سبزم امروز
و چه اندازه تنم هوشيار است
نكند اندوهي، سر رسد از پس كوه
چه كسي پشت درختان است؟
هيچ، مي‌چرخد گاوي در كرد
ظهر تابستان است

سايه‌ها مي‌دانند، كه چه تابستاني است
سايه‌هايي بي‌لك
گوشه‌يي روشن و پاك

كودكان احساس! جاي بازي اين‌جاست
زندگي خالي نيست
مهرباني هست، سيب هست، ايمان هست
تا شقايق هست، زندگي بايد كرد

در دل من چيزي است، مثل يك بيشه نور، مثل خواب دم صبح
و چنان بي‌تابم، كه دلم مي‌خواهد
بدوم تا ته دشت، بروم تا سر كوه
دورها آوايي است، كه مرا مي‌خواند

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Horoscopes are not always BSs!!

Yesterday's horoscope, just what I needed:
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, true -- but has this person been absent so long that you've forgotten why they were in your life in the first place? If the answer is yes, then it's time to move on.

Or as someone recently commanded me "Put the glass down"....There you go I am putting it down! Happy now?

Actually it's less work for me now, as my hand was getting numb!

Saturday, May 20, 2006

This should be ongoing.....................

This poem was nominated poem of 2005. Written by an African kid, amazing thought:

"When I born, I Black, When I grow up, I Black,When I go in Sun, I Black, When I scared, I Black,When I sick, I Black, And when I die, I still black... And you White fellow, When you born, you pink, When you grow up, you White, When you go in Sun, you Red,When you cold, you blue, When you scared, you yellow,When you sick, you Green, And when you die, you Gray...
And you call me colored???......... "

Such a sweet poem and such a talented Kid! These days I just can’t write anything, I am like a Singer who has lost her voice, and really wanna sing, but can’t!
I usually don’t like to post anything from anyone else and love to do the work myself, no copying and no pasting, noch, noch !!
Copying and me don’t go well together, I love originality!!! Throughout my life, I tried to stay away from copying; Well, with the exception of copying all BIOL 434 assignments( A special thanks to Papar and E) and few more, but then the result wasn’t pleasing as I withdrew from the course and the copying didn’t get me anywhere!
Anyways, getting back to my problem, I feel like I can’t start from anything or anywhere and I hate it when this site is not alive!!!!I love ongoing things ;)
After reading this poem, I thought I just post this and see how I can be carried away!
Sometime you are lost and don’t know where to start, u just have to follow someone or something and the rest will come to you eventually.
U think I am bsing , then take a good look around you, how many talented ppl do you know who are just stuck and do not know where to start and the minute they find their ways , they make a change ! So all you need is a point to start from. That point could be anything, it even can be a poem from a black kid in Africa! Yeh, even a kid a can make a difference in a way that no one can!
I believe any one can make a difference, but unfortunately most of the time ppl are not aware of their impact on the others!
So, next time that you are writing a poem be aware cause ur masterpiece might be the initiation point for a very talented Blogger!

Special thanks to nam name Baroon for the poem!

Thursday, May 11, 2006

Polishing Might Not Be A Good Idea!

Today the sky is blue. Sun ,”my ultimate love” , is shinning . I am blue as well, but my sun is not shinning. My sun is hidden behind clouds and hey since I am patient I'll say "well, let’s waite till my sun comes out" , but at this point I have no idea how much more I can waite.
I used to forget the sun and live in my "blue life", but then some sort of gene got turned on in me(Maybe the Green Tea Frap is a carcinogen and that did it for my gene mutation) and I started seeking my sun again, I started polishing the memories that once I cherished. I do not know why I didn’t leave them dirty, why did I get ride of the dust!!?!?Maybe it was the ethanol that made me do it .I do amaze myself sometimes!

Anyways, no more polishing as Sohrab says "poshte sar rooye hame fer fereha khak neshasteh ast", and as long as I remember he never insisted on polishing !

Take Home Message: Polishing is good, polish everything(not with ethanol), but never ever polish you memories cause if you do, then you are scratching your heart and this is not the way you should treat the main pump of your circulatory system. Remember, you need your heart for nurturing your brain and you need your brain to store more memories , hopefully some dust-resistance ones this time! I am going commando for a while, that’s the plan! May is my month and I can do anything I want!!!!Commando it is!

Tuesday, May 02, 2006


The difference between a lady and a flower girl is not how she behaves, but how she is treated.

"My Fairly lady movie"