Sunday, September 02, 2012

Paris Highlights

We knew we couldn't see Paris in 3 days thus we decided to sample the most romantic city of the world.
My colleague told me " listen if you needed to ask for guidance from Parisians, remember three things 1) they like greeting 2) they like to be acknowledged and 3) ask them if they can speak English but in French.  thus if you need to ask you will say Bonjour Madam/Monsior, parlez-vous anglais?

Taking advice from my sister and brother in-law who are experts on Paris "things to do", and my colleague, we headed to Paris from Rotterdom on express train.

Did the city wowed me? Oh yeah, just one word "charmant"

3-4 stories building with white stone finishing, petite balcony surrounded with black fence, delicate vintage design, and Granium plant decorating outside of each window that caught my eyes first.

Narrow streets pointing to a charming hill or a church, infinite number of cafe and restaurants, boutiques. My sister in-law told me drink as much coffee as you can, my brother in-law told us try baguettes anywhere you can. We did our best :)

We went to this restaurant recommended by my brother in-law "Le Relais de l'Entrecote" which was famouse for its steak with the most addictive sauce. The sauce recipe apparently is a secret, many men tired never succeed to remake it "un tel secret". We loved the food the steak was amazing and thin sliced French fries were unbelievable. We went back there the night after I think, we became addicted after the first try. :D

Another place that I liked very much was a pastry shop called "Pierre  Herme" the Picasso of the pastries as Navid said. Colorful fresh macarons with different tastes very yummy, the pastries looked very sexy each has a unique design. I got three pastries each cost about 6 Euro worth every penny :) my cousin Behi got 6 macarons with different tastes we ate them all on train back home except for one which is still in  the fridge waiting for a right moment to be eaten.  

Paris is alive city I feel. Many people are stylish, woman with makeup and accessories are adding to this city's charm. Watching many people sitting outside of the cafe drinking, eating and watching pedestrians all sounds cool to me. So many smokers in streets got my attentions I should say. Metro lines were so many but the subway stations were kind of unpleasant because of strong smell of urine, litters here and there. Well nothing is perfect. 

right behind Notre Dame Cathedral, on Pont de l'Archevêché I bought a lock for 3 Euro, wrote Nima's and my name on it, hardly found a spot on the bridge fence and put the lock around it. I throw the key into the river. Can I find the key if I came back after years? Who cares


I do have some pretty pictures that I will share later.




Wednesday, August 15, 2012

I Passed It Just Like That

Today I went for my G road test for the second time and I passed it. This morning when I got into the office I saw a big horseshoe was made at the bottom of my coffee mug from the coffee residue. I told to myself : today is my lucky day :)
I had an exam at 12:00 pm and I arrived at the exam location at 11:15. As my instructor advices I waited till 11:40 and then registered my name. He told me try to be one of the last candidate before lunch time. Officers will be happy to wrap you up and go for lunch.
My examiner was a very nice guy. He gave me a little bit of hard time during the exam " oh come on already what are you waiting for" or " go go go..." or " why did you breaks can't you see you have your own line, don't you look at ahead ". I thought oh god He is going to fail me. At the end he looked at me with a big smile and said: alright you passed :):)
I almost hugged him :) now who should gets the credit? The giant horseshoe inside the coffee mug or getting close to the lunch time :D
When I went to take my temporary liscence there was this man ahead of me who passed after 8 times he said I am a truck driver , driving is my profession ( of course in another country) but here I failed 8 times. I told him " it would be harder for you since you have your owen way of driving".
Anyway it is such a relief :)

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Quotes For Saturday :)

Be courteous to all, but intimate with few, and let those few be well tried before you give them your confidence.
 George Washington 


Friday, August 03, 2012

Late night chat

It's 2 am and I am awake. Now that I am awake anyway let me give you some sisterly advices: :)
1- More than anything and anybody, LOVE YOURSELF
2- Be kind to YOURSELF
3- Be confident (find a way)
4- Be positive(sadness just chew your brain and if you are not yourself you do no good to anybody)
5- Fightback your pains and never let your pains break you apart (it does not matter how silly your pains are the point is if they can upset you, if they can break you, you must fight those back).
6- Love people and be kind to them but never be dependent on them because no matter how close you think your friends are there will be moment that they break your heart

I think I can try sleeping again..good night

Saturday, July 28, 2012

Toka Instead of Enemy

There is an Indian tribe that does not have a word for enemy in their language. They use a word "Toka" which means a person who is different from you and is not your ally.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Just a simple note

It's a hot beautiful summer in Ontario. I am settling down at work which I like it very much so far. Life is good. Nima and I ride a bike with couple of friends every other Sunday. Last week we were riding along the river and at the same time there were people were walking their dogs, few people were sitting on a bench talking, a family or a group of friends were walking. I felt grateful. Happiness is that simple :)

I have something in my mind to do. I don't wanna talk about it know. I should do it. I know I can. I am telling to myself for that you should get a cottage or something with a nice view, clean your mind and sit. I don't know maybe later maybe now.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

:):):):):):):)

I am finally coming to see you. :):):):

Monday, July 16, 2012

JUST GET REAL

I failed my G driving test today. Here in Ontario when you pass the road test you get your G2 driving test which expires in 5 years. Before this happens you have to get your G liscence.

Honestly I thought I've done a great job. I looked at my mirrors like every freaking 5 seconds, checked both sides of the intersection even when the green light was on, try to stick to 40 km/hr speed limit, pooooh

When the test finished the officer told me "unfortunately you didn't meet the ministry requirements today,..." He lost me at "unfortunatellllllllllllly".

What really bothering me is that here in Ontario people drive like crazy (I mean in Canadian scale). If you dare stick to your speed limit, cars will tale-gate you really bad, and even worse you might even meet with some of the drivers finger. If you stop behind every stop sign for "1001, 1002, and 1003" I bet someone will honk for you or the other driver whose turn is after you will just go.  If you look at into your mirrors every 5 seconds I bet you will ended up having an accident for not paying attention to your front. You see drivers here talking on the phone, texting, eating, even rare occasions reading.

I am a good driver for god sake. Never had an accident in the past 5 years.  I think the ministry should get real in examining the applicants. Instead of pretending that as a good driver you should pass 250 items, just see how skilled I am, How comfortable I am, If I am a danger to the road..What is the benefit of pretending to be "by the book" for 20 minutes and then go back to this jungle and drive as we all know how.

I have to book the damn test again, take few hours off the work again, pay the fee again...
I am pissed off you can tell ..

Tuesday, July 03, 2012

Ride on The River

It's been almost five years that I am living in Ontario. Ontario has an interesting motto "yours to discover" which really fits for this beautiful province of Canada. From the very first day Nima and I tried to visit different places here, either in cities or out there in woods. I know there are still places we haven't visited yet but I can claim that we saw a good deal of it.
One of the coolest place here in Ontario is Elora village. The village itself is very pretty specially with Grand river passing through. You can rent a tube and ride on this river in Elora Gorge. The experience was amazing. That day the weather was hot and humid. By the time we arrived there, it was a big line for tubing and I was really disappointed when the girl behind the cashier told me they are sold out. We went back there at 4:00 pm. The weather was getting cooler, we got two tubes, got on the school bus which gave us a ride to the launch area.
I sat on my tube and the ride began. I loved it. I felt like a leaf dragging by the flow, here and there. The river has few rough sections along which addeed up the spices but in general it was an amazing experience. At some part it was so calm and quite I could only hear birds singing and the soothing sound of the river. I was in heaven. Nima had a small accident at one of the rough sections his tube overturned and he felt in the river. Nothing major the river wasn't deep and he soon manage to got on his feet and control the tube.

Just give you few tips, get there early in the morning or later in the afternoon to have a chance to rent. Of course you can bring your own tube. If you like camping stay in Elora Gorge conservation and enjoy the night of Grand River. While tubing mind your butt :)

Before I close this post there is one more beauty we visited Elora Quarry. This is a bowl shape little lake surrendered with rocky edges. Swim to the center of the lake and look up.

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Bravo to Brave

We went to cinema to watch Brave last night. Before the movie started they showed this amazing short animation called "La Lunar". I loved it
Here you can watch part of it:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0HVCXjmdMd4&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Good night

A Day Trip

This morning I called home to say hi to my mom. I usually call her up when I am driving to work. My baby sister, Helia answered the phone. The voice wasn't quite clear and I mistaken her with mom.

"Hi mom" I said.
"Hi child" My sister teased :)
"Oh Heli, is that you..how are you doing? how's things? How was your day trip the other day"
Helia asked me if I have time because the day trip ended up quite adventurous. She told me all about it and I couldn't believe what I heard. At some point I started laughing and all day today every time I remember what happen I can't stop giggling. The story has kind of "due date", or "hangover" fast pace genre.
I wish I could ask Tod Phillips to Make a movie out of this :)

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Quote of tonight

"Everybody makes a mistake , minimize it fix it and move on" :)
Fictional president of the United states , west wing tv series.

Monday, June 11, 2012

دالانهای تنگ و دالانهای گشاد

اینجا هستم و اینجا نیستم.
راه میروم..راه میروم تو پیچو خمهای بی‌ انتها و دالانهای تنگ و گشاد این ذهن. هزارو هزاران در..هزارو هزاران پیچ..تاریکو تاریکتر..روشنو روشنتر.
باز می‌کنم.
اولین در..باد کلفور می‌پیچه..من و پیراهن هوا رفته..من و جنگل ما..من و رودخونه باریک کم عمق..منو اسب جمشید..الاغه پیر..رخش..در و میبندم
درِ بعدی..نه این تلخه.
درِ بعدی..صورتم چسبیده به شاخه‌های تنومند گردو..مزه شیرین انجیرهای سفید تو گرمای شمال..منو لیزا..نه نه تلخ نشو..در و میبندم
باز می‌کنم صورت مهربون و آبشار ساواشیی.
باز می‌کنم عروسی‌، رقص..چهری پر اضطراب پدر..وکیلم؟؟ بله!
این اتاقها..این پیچو خمهای تو در تو، منم..گره‌هایی‌ هست که آرزو می‌کردم هیچوقت شکل نمیگرفت..طرحهأی هست که میخوامشون...بارها بیشتر
غم فیسلوفم می‌کنه و شادی ساده لوحم …
ساده‌لوح هانه فیلسوف شم نمی‌شه؟

Saturday, June 09, 2012

K'naan in Toronto

Last night it was Luminato's opening night. K'naan performed a free concert. Matt Galloway came to stage before K'naan for introduction. I looked around there were people from different origin, K'naan himself is originally from Somalia, his guitarist looked like a Latino guy, the guy behind the keyboard looked like an Asian guy. This what Toronto is about "Multiculturalism". This is what Nima and I both love about this place. We are open to new cultures, new foods, new dress, ...I love to get to know people with different background. I don't like to live in Canada but only goes to Iranian restaurants and only have Iranian friends, there is nothing wrong with this but not for me. I want more than that

Thursday, June 07, 2012

Abakhtar

Abakhtar means north is the name of my dad's seasonal magazine. When he was here in October we were talking about how these days Internet is the main source of information. I encouraged him to make a website for Abakhtar to introduce it better, to find his own readers. He did it
Here is the link: http://abakhtariran.com/
Here is his bio: http://abakhtariran.com/index.php/anjoman/31-asatid/78-mahdavi
As a proud daughter the first thing I have done was to vote how the website is. Of course I voted really great :)
It's funny the options are:
Not too bad
Good
Very good
Great
Really great :):)

You noticed there is no really negative options available you kind of have to like my dady's website. Why not

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Life is a dance we must learn

I can't stop listening to this song.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3L5WitGvF2U&feature=youtube_gdata_player
It has a simple and sweet lyrics. Nima and I have started watching this English tv series called Forsyte Saga which is about life, love and relationship. I love the song at the end of each episod. Here is the lyrics.

Life is a dance we must learn
Into the night we will turn
Time holds the secrets of our song
Moments are given, then gone
Come have this dance with me darling
I'll hold you tight till the dawn
Let the night see how I love you
So the moon can tell the sun
One more time around the sky
Kiss each tear that you have cried
Soon the day will tell everyone
I'll love you till I die
Look at your hair flowing in the night
Look at your lips in this light
Just let me kiss them this one more time
Nothing was ever so right

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Hang in there Little One

I came out of the building that suddenly I heard a man behind me said "look it's still up there".  I looked at the tree and say a young raccoon hanging the very end of the up-most branch. It was a windy day with strong gust of 100 km/hr. The Baby raccoon hanged tightly to that branch with closed eyes. "She is probably scared to come down" A man said. "Yeah, maybe she is waiting till night when no body is around" I replied. "I'll check up on him tomorrow morning and if he was still here I'll  call for help."
"Hang in there little one" I said to myself. the day after I came back there was no sign of her.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Thanks Apple

I love my iPad. This beautiful piece of technology is just perfect for blogging in bed just what I am doing right now. I was looking into my gmail drafts. I saved few poems or writing that I liked as a draft. I was reading through till I saw one email dated back to 7 month ago. I wrote the email to a very dear friend who asked me something but I never sent the response. I just felt I shouldn't. I remember writing my response with so much care to avoid any heart feeling or misunderstanding but still after finishing the letter I couldn't sent it. It didn't feel right. Still I am not sure if I should have pressed the send button or not.
There is another draft written to the editor of a journal. That one I should have definitely sent. Here is a lesson for myself next time I will express my opinion with self confidence. Promise

Tomorrow with my boss I am heading to a site to audit a tunnel construction. Believe it or not I can not find a pair of safety rubber boot with steel toe protection for myself. I checked several stores and the last one told me quite searching. A young guy who was trying to help me told me here there are none for women. All of the available safety rubber boots are for men and the smallest size is too big for me. I am going down the shaft climbing down a vertical ladder 20 m long I can't afford falling heavy boot in the air. Down the tunnel is always muddy and regular safety boot doesn't do the job for me.
After googling for a long time I finally found a pair of rubber safety boot for female which was design for fire fighters. I was so excited and ready to order till I realize that they currently don't ship anything to Canada. My next hope is to find. Steel toe guard to attach to my regular boots. I can't be the first female with small feet inspecting tunnels here in Toronto or am I?!!!

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Entry for April

These days everything are kind of quite. Nima and I enjoying spring and cant wait for summer. I like my new work place, what I am doing, my colleagues, all.   I am 32 now, no kids and have no plan for a one. My parents never push us for a grandchild but recently my dad started asking about it :). He is so funny when trying to ask but not to push. It's a big deal raising a child and I don't see that in myself. I don't want to have a baby just for the sake of not being alone when I am getting older. Well I guess I will feel like it when it's about time hopefully before it's too late.

Innovative Soul

I wanna be that lamp.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Happy Norooz

March 20 at 1:15 am spring came to northern hemisphere. We have been lucky in Toronto with warm weather of 24/25 degree. Earth is alive again. I prepared our 7c table. I came home the other day and find this beautiful hyacinth push away the curtain to reach the sun.
I wish you all a spring full of joy, good news, health, wealth (why not)...
 Happy Norooz


Sunday, February 26, 2012

Fruits of Life - Part II

When I was 15. back in high school I had a very nice geometry  teacher. In my class we were only 19 students. He told us once "Kids I am telling you, the best friendship for a lifetime are happening during these years, behind these desks. Look at me now, after all these years being grown up and all that, still when I feel blue I go to a bank where my old friend from high school works there.

I had the same classmate from pre-high school (3 years) to the end of high school (4 years). 7 years from age of 11 to 18 gave me a chance to develop strong bounds with some of my classmates. I don't know how but still at the age of 32 when I see my classmates I became that kid again. Nadia is one those pre-high school/high school friends that we keep in touch. Last time I saw her it was after my wedding (5 years ago). She couldn't make it to my wedding and came to see me after. I always loved her for her pure kind heart as big as Pacific ocean.

She lost her mom 6 years ago in an accident couple of days after her younger sister's wedding. Another sister of her was in a car and seriously injured. Nadia was really strong getting over her loss and helping her dad to put the family together. She did her best to help out her sister to recover from her serious injuries. I always loved her for being so generous.

I am really bad with phone calls, one of my big flaws I guess. I sent her emails once in a while but the internet inside Iran is always slow and shaky. She couldn't always check her e-mails or reply me back. Couple of weeks ago I finally called her up on her cell.She recognized my voice after a hi.

"Hiva, is that you? How are you doing girl? what's new? have a baby yet?" Nadia said excited.
"No baby yet" I replied.
"Idiot what are you waiting for?" She said.
"How about you Nadi, any boyfriend yet?" I asked.
"No boyfriend yet" She replied.
"Idiot what are you waiting for?" I said.
"I missed you so much." "I missed you too."

And just like that we continued talking. After almost 3 years that we haven't talk, after almost 5 years that we haven't seen each other, when we talked it was like never this gap existed. It was like we have been together just yesterday. This is a kind of bound that I like.  The trust in our friendship with Nadia. After all these years still at the age of 32 I know I can pick up the phone. Call her up and just talk about my day. Nadia is one of the sweetest fruit of my book life.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Good Stuff

Finally after a long time today I had a chance to chat with my cousin (Behi) and her lovely husband. Before I came to Canada we all lived in Tehran and hang out all the time. We were very close, still are despite the long distance. Have you ever had a friend in your life that you didn't need to explain yourself to her/him. She/he just knows what you mean by few words. Have you ever had a friend in your life that just sitting next to him/her makes you feel much better. Behi was/is that person in my life.
When Mr Behi join the club I couldn't be happier. He was my gadget guru, book guru, technology guru..We used to sit and talk for hours about our favorite topics.
Today he told us about this cool gadget "fitbit". It is the same size as a memory stick. You put it in your pocket and this cool piece of technology track your daily activities and tell you about how your week was in terms of acitivies you've done. He also bought this "Wi-Fi Smart Scale" that track your weight, % body fat, and BMI over time and sync your weight data to your Fitbit.com account through your wireless network.I think I know what to buy Nima for Valentine. ;)

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Happy New Year

Nima and I went for one week trip to Punta Cana in Dominican Republic this new year holiday. This is our second sun destination travel after Cozumel Island. I loved it. Beautiful sun, tropical vegetation, grinish blue ocean, warm and wavy with a very fine white sandy beach.
The ocean was warm and slightly wavy. We floated on the waves felt weightless like a leave on the water. We took an island tour which was very interesting. Our guid was a mixed American/Dominican with american accent. We went to a local coffee and cocoa plantations. The farm was family owned who were happy to have visitors. One of the family member I think the father cut the cocoa fruit in half. It was full of seeds with a soft white cover.He told us to eat the cover which was sweet and sour and inside was find a cocoa been. That was what they would dry later and pack to go. Our guid told us that these family are doing ok in this area financially. He gave us a tour inside their house. Basically it was very basic shelter made of wooden wall and tint roof. No shower. Washroom and kitchen was outside. The family looked simply happy.
I loved the nature, beautiful flowers. We visited a local school, had lunch in a resturant with home made food, and ended our tour with boogie riding in Macco beach.
We had different experience in Cozumel and Punta Cana. In our resort in Cozumel they had entertainment every night, which was always related to their local culture, dance, music, etc. But in Punta Cana it was mostly western specially music of eighties or nineties. Even in a shuttle to airport the music was Bee Gees, Donna Summer, etc. There was king of sense on humor in different individual (local people) we met in Punta Cana. In both country where we went, sellers were eagerly try to force you to buy something from them but in Punta Cana this was much more aggressive. Even when Nima and I were walking to get fresh air if there was any store around the seller would come out and shout to attract your attention.






I shared some photos from the beautiful nature around.

Friday, December 16, 2011

Beyond A Reasonable Doubt

We can afford to have a criminal, walking freely in the street but we can not afford having an innocent person behind the bars.

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

WHO UNLEASHED YOU GUYS THIS TIME???

I am shocked. Everyday there is a new bad news related to Iran and it is getting even worse. I am worried about my people. The nice Iranian who haven't had a single day of peace for the last 30 something years.
I am worried. But it's not going to help my people.
I read in a news about "The attack on the British Embassy in Tehran". THIS IS A SHOW. These are not ordinary Iranian people. These are BASIJI, a paramilitary militia who get order from Islamic Regime. Who unleashed them this time???
They don't represent Iranian not even close. But we don't represent ourselves either. Iranian came to street 33 years ago wishing for freedom and ended up with Islamic regime. Iranian came to street two years ago with their heart broken of lies and frauds, screamed for freedom again. Several civilian imprisoned or killed, the president called people " angry hooligans" who can't face the election loss.

Sanctions one after another make people's life miserable. Those who can immigrate they don't hesitate and those who stuck in there are doomed to bear all these sanctions either from the regime or from international forces.
The irony is many of those who are part of the Islamic regime in Iran come and find shelter here in Canada or other countries. Many of them are here in Toronto, buying luxurious houses. This is disgusting. This is unfair. But who makes things fare. Not someone from the sky it has to be ordinary people like me, like you, If we feel things are not justice.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Mailman finally came to our door. Brought me my offer letter. I am changing my job, I am taking a new path in my career. I am simply happy. I was smiling all day for no reason. I know no where is perfect but I am certain it was just on time to leave my current work. It was doing no good to my career anymore, just waste of time and talent. I am ready to step in a new path. Wish me luck.

Monday, November 14, 2011

Farewell Debbie

My colleage has been killed in a car accident last saturday. Today in the office when her close freind called and gave us a news we were all shocked. ""Debbie had a car accident she couldn't make it". Another colleague of mine said. I was in a lab playing with some rock cores.
The irnoy is always and always in response to " goodbye Debbie"  she would say "Drive Safe".
I miss her. She was a sweet sweet girl. A single mom. What would happen to her son?
rest in piece Deb. I miss you.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

How happy are you at work? What kind of reasons give you stresses? Deadlines? Jerk manager? Jerk co-workers? Load work? Work security?
If you own a business and responsible to hire people how would you hire? what would be your criteria?
If I open my business one day, for me the most important things is have a descent environment. I believe someone who is working overtime but has a healthy mentality is much more efficient than someone who struggles with stress. I think mental exhaustion is much worse than physical. You can take care of your physical tiredness by sleeping for few hours but you can't get rid of your stresses that easy.
Good quality work needs good healthy mind. So my main focus will be on hiring nice descent people rather than anything else. You can always train the person with positive attitude but no matter how hard you try a jerk is a jerk. It doesn't matter that the jerk work performance is good or bad I believe the amount of damage that person can impose on other colleagues do more harm than good.
 If one day I opened my own bussiness ..If...

Open or Close

What kind of office environment do you prefer? open or closed?
Open concept means 2 to three and in my case 6 people share a space at work. You have your own desk but no walls. In closed concept you either have your own room (which is barely a case for most of staff) or you have your own cubicle.
In our office the open concept dose not work for me. Where I sit there are few people who really mistake the office with the coffee shop. All day long you can hear giggling, chit chatting, non-stop. Some days they talk (specially one of them) in a way that you think if they stop talking they might die.  I was talking with another colleague of mine who was upset with this open concept too. He told me the way these poeple act you and I looked like an anti-social creatures, by Sitting on our chair, facing toward screen and working for 8 hours a day.
If we are working in an open concept environment  we should/we must respect each other. Instead of chit chatting all day long or taking care of our personal businesses on the phone, we should keep it quite for those who bother working.
I told about these things to my husband and he was shocked. He told me in their office people barely talk together about non-related work stuff.
Our previouse manager once send these gang an e-mail and warned them about their behaviour but then he leftt. Now we have new manager. But considering when he is around they keep it down. I don't know how long it would take for him to find out what is going on.
I know myself. If I am so annoyed by the level of unprofessional behaviour of some of my colleages it can't be only me. Sometimes I decide to speak up but then I am telling to myself wait for the good news.

Wednesday, November 09, 2011

My parents went back. Nima and I started our routine which for now is watching one episode of Downton Abbey every night thanks to my lovely sister in-law who introduced the series.
I am waiting for a news. waitting makes time passes very slowly. Come on mailman bring my letter :). I can't wait ...

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

GUESS WHAT...


My Parents are here. It's a first time they come to Canada for a visit. Last time I saw them was more than two years a ago. They are here for less than a month and I took the whole time off. The weather has been kind to us here in Toronto for October. We visited Niagara Falls first. They loved the place. It was a beautiful sunny day and  a gorgeous rainbow was painted in sky. May parents was stunned with Falls beauty. The first night they arrived  we opened the suitcases, one after another full of good goodies for us. Local wheat bread smell so good made me feel that I'm in the heaven and I can'r describe the taste. Few walnuts, few oranges and tangerines from my grandpa garden. I am blessed.

Monday, September 26, 2011

I was driving to work this morning listening to CBC radio when I heard the story of this woman from Montreal. She is a survivor from Holocaust, 97 years old. She donated her jacket to the Montreal Holocaust Memorial Center. It was a jacket that she was forced to wear while she was in a camp. In her interview she said something really nice. She said whenever I was upset from everyday matter of life I looked at this jacket and I felt better.
I think all of us need to have a jacket, something to remind ourselves not to be upset for every silly thing in life.
Photo is from here.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Give Me Some Time

You know I have a feeling that there is this lesson I should take. Life is making me face it over and over again to take it. I am afraid I might fail again...

Monday, September 12, 2011

Fruits of Life - Part I

It has been in my head for a while to write about different people who came to my book of life and affected me in a positive or negative way. I believe we should dare to talk about what we think of each other more often. I believe we should be more open to hear what other think about us. People come and go, some scratch us, some leave a deep scare, some heal our old wounds made by other and some just pass by like the air, no influence nothings. Every relationship that we make is like a fruit, some are sweet, some are sour, some are bitter like a bitter melon, and some are tasteless. I want to write about people who has influenced me in a positive or a negative way.
I always think every individual has a  patience bowl. something like a balloon (expandable you  know). Every time we made acquaintance with someone automatically we designate a spot inside that bowl under that person's name. As we get a long if that person does something that we don't like his/her balloon grows. If the person keep annoys you the balloon tagged his/her name will explode and that's a day that you just had enough and cant take it anymore. Now if you want to designate new balloon to that person, or you want to cut the relationship is your decision.
I want to start with a friendship that I ended up for the first time in my life. When I was younger I would never even think of braking up with anyone let alone cutting the relationship for good (I am talking about simple friendship not romantic stuff). But at the age of 25 for the first time in my life I reached to the point of explosion. The balloon exploded and I knew I would never designate another balloon for that person. I learned something knew about myself. I saw my limits. After years of friendship I felt I am fed up. I don't want to make a list of things and events that ended my friendship. All I can say is that we were totally different people , different personality with few things in common. I find that person very jealous. This former friend of mine told me once that everything she/he achieved in her/his life is because there was always someone  around that make her/him jealous. She/he studied/worked hard  to be ahead of that person. years passed that I realized I can't change his/her character. I am wasting a precious energy and time on someone who is not a friend but a pathetic competitor. I was tired of dishonest attitude, bitter tongue, continuous jealousy, constant competition in every things, studying, career, social life, etc. After 7 years I had enough. I killed the relationship and never regret it for a second. What I really regret is that I wish I would spend all those years with a real friend. I did make very good and close friends within those years but I wish I wouldn't wasted my energy, heart, time on some who didn't worth a penny of my friendship. What that event changed in me is that I became very impatient and alarmed toward similar attitude from people. Now if I see anything slightly similar I would never consider getting close in first place. Now is this a bad or a good thing. I don't know. Should I blamed that relationship for being less patient or it would happen to me anyway as I grow older. I don't know.
...to be continued

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Hats Off To Jack

I have lived in Canada for 6 years now. I learned about Jack Layton soon after settling down in this country and starting to follow the political news. Nima and I always thought that if Jack had been a leader of any other two parties he would have definitely become a prime minister of Canada long time a go and for a long time. We liked him although we never voted for NDP. We respected him for his determination; for being strong a leader and inspiring to his team.
His farewell letter is very noble. This is admirable to hear from someone who was going to die soon from cancer encouraged other cancer fighter to be optimistic.

"To other Canadians who are on journeys to defeat cancer and to live their lives, I say this: please don’t be discouraged that my own journey hasn’t gone as well as I had hoped. You must not lose your own hope. Treatments and therapies have never been better in the face of this disease. You have every reason to be optimistic, determined, and focused on the future. My only other advice is to cherish every moment with those you love at every stage of your journey, as I have done this summer."

Very noble indeed.

" My friends, love is better than anger. Hope is better than fear. Optimism is better than despair. So let us be loving, hopeful and optimistic. And we’ll change the world."

REST IN PEACE JACK.

Sunday, August 07, 2011

Say Goodbye to Your Friend

One of the saddest causes (and I would say common) that can end your friendship with a close friend or even a member of your family can be his/her marriage.

Imagin you have a very close friend who is single. You are like a brother or sister. You grow up together. You have lots of things in common. You share precious memoirs. One day this very dear friend get married. You can't wait to meet the girl/guy. Finally you meet "the significant other". First meet you can feel something is not quit right. You can feel the slight tension at "hello". You deny it.

This friend of yours is so dear you can find a way to like his/her love of life. But life has its own way. Gradually you notice your friend is changing. You are still in denial. You don't want to accept that your friendship will never be the same. This new "significant other" turns out to be control freak. Its her/his way or highway. and your friend has to get along and the price is your friendship. Gradually you feel the distance. Gradually you watch your friend leaving your book of life. No matter how loud you cry for him/her train of life taking him/her away from you. And with that, a piece of your heart goes. Your heart aches but there is nothing you can do.

It doesn't have to be this way. Sometimes when your close friend gets married , things get even better. Your friend spouse himself/herself becomes another best friend of yours. When my best friend married her husband became my best friend in a bit. The three of us had a lot in common. We enjoyed talking to each other till midnight without noticing a clock.

Dear spouses, when you get married please don't try to cut your partners friends and families  ASAP. If they were doing fine before you appeared in their life, trust me they don't need you to coach them how to manage their 20-year old friendship. Why do you think you have a right to suddenly take everything over. When you get married you don't own your partner you are his/her PARTNER not boss, not coach, not.... You two are supposed to share your life together not taking over one another's.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

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گفتمش نقاش را نقشی‌ بکش از زندگی‌    با قلم نقش حبابی بر لب دریا کشید
Translation: I asked him what life is. With his brush he painted a bubble by the sea
P.S. Pic from here

Pigeons Can remember Your Face

" From  Toronto Star, July 11, 2011, Lesley Ciarula Taylor :
Pigeons remember the faces of the people who are nasty and who are nice, according to a French study.
KIRILL KUDRYAVTSEV/AFP/GETTY FILE PHOTOS

City pigeons remember who’s nasty and who feeds them, a French study finds.

Experiments in a Parisian park revealed that pigeons would ignore a patch of food around a person who had routinely harassed them in favour of dwindling seeds near a friendly feeder.

The study tried to confuse the pigeons by having the feeders swap their long, bright coats or by moving around the male and female feeders.

The pigeons weren’t fooled. After a few days, they remembered which one had been the hostile, arm-waving feeder and snubbed his or her food.

“Several studies have shown that pigeons are capable of remarkable feats of memory and discrimination of photographs of humans,” study co-author Ahmed Belguermi told the Star."



P.S.1 So now if it happens to you that a pigeon crap on you, think back in time see if you ever be unkind to them :)
P.S.2 Picture from here 

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Self Observatory :)

I found myself on the edge these days. Little things can upset me easily that couldn't before. I think the combination of selling our house, buying another, thinking about career goals, missing my family and waiting for their visa to come pushed me to the edge.
This morning I went to a site. I was suppose to be there and waiting for another colleague who was coming from another office to join me. He came and the two of us went to the site. The construction was started already and we had to be fast to catch up. The site was located in downtown Toronto at the busiest part of it. It's a mad house. The client we were working for provided us with a parking space by closing part of the main road. It's not easy to park in there. I always find my ways and even if I can't park in the designated spot I go and park in a nearest public parking around. We started working, when my colleagues cell started ringing and because he was busy working I end up talking to a guy who supposedly was sent to the site to be trained. No body told me or my colleague about him coming. He was late too. He told me he can't park his car and ask me to go and guide him. I never met him before so I asked him what car he had! where he was exactly!
Anyway I left at the middle of the operation and ended up waiting for him for 10 minutes and he wasn't where he said he was. I didn't have his number. I didn't know his name. I didn't know how he look like. But he knew my face apparently. I gave up and I came back to the site. after half an hour the guy called back very annoyed.
"Hiva I am still waiting for you" He said.
"I came to the intersection and looked for your car, I couldn't see it" I said frustrated by this interruption.
"I was supposed to  come to the site, I was supposed to be trained. My supervisor keep calling me if I am in the site or not" He said in such way like I am responsible for that.
"Ok I am coming back again, I have a red shirt and..." I said
"How long does it take" He asked.
"Couple of minutes" I replied.
I went back to the intersection and saw a man waving for me. I guessed it should be him. I showed him the designated parking spot and told him how to get in there so I can move the cones and let him in. He asked me to come with him and showed him exactly how to get to the intersection like I am a freaking GPS. Anyway I didn't want to argue so I walked with him to his car and after 20 minutes driving in downtown I told him to forget about the designated spot and just park in a public place and charge the expense. Long story short by the time we came back to the site it was about 45 minutes.
I was really angry with the fact that nobody told me he is coming. That he wasn't on time. that he didn't use his brain to simply park his car somewhere and join us rather than wasting 1 hour of my time to find him the parking spot. When we went back to the site I told my colleague from the other office who knew this guy that: "Why he didn't park his car himself. Why I had to go and show him, I am not a babysitter"
I was listening to myself. It just didn't sound like me. Right then I knew I needed to rest. I came back home couple of hours earlier and start writing this post.
I just need to calm down. Taking a shower will help.

Sunday, June 26, 2011

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Use it carefully please :)

Hopefull Ape

I found this link through a we-blog while ago. You can read the response of different intellectuals to one of the biggest question that anybody might have: "Does the Universe Have a Purpose?". Looking at the twelve responses, you can find:
Two (2) definite No
One (1) Unlikely 
One (1) Not sure
Five (5) Yes (including Indeed and certainly)
One (1) Very Likely
One (1) Perhaps

And finally one (1) "I hope so"

If you look at these numbers again, 33% (4 out of 12) said no or are more inclined toward no.
58% (7 out of 12) said yes or are more toward yes and there is one with hope.

I liked Elie Wiesel answer too which was "I hope so, and if it doesn’t, it’s up to us to give it one."
Also Lawrence M. Krauss answer is very logical " While nothing in biology, chemistry, physics, geology, astronomy, or cosmology has ever provided direct evidence of purpose in nature, science can never unambiguously prove that there is no such purpose. As Carl Sagan said, in another context: Absence of evidence is not evidence of absence.
Of course, nothing would stop science from uncovering positive evidence of divine guidance and purpose if it were attainable. For example, tomorrow night if we look up at the stars and they have been rearranged into a pattern that reads, "I am here," I think even the most hard-nosed scientific skeptic would suspect something was up..."

P.S. Picture is from here

Monday, June 20, 2011

C-Section to the Resque

I was telling to my husband the other day that I found an idea to help commuters.
"Nima we can make a website in which every commuter can register and those who are commuting the same way can find each other and car pull" I told Nima with a ray of pride in my voice like I found a million dollors idea.
"Honey the website is already out there. That's how my colleague find someone for his wife to commute from Burlington to Markham" Said Nima with slight mischief in his voice.

Seriously people, can't I have one original idea that nobody think of it before :)
I am not gonna give up. One of these days a million dollar idea will come out. Push Push

Thursday, June 02, 2011

Change is in the Air

I am not quite motivated at work these days. No manager for the past month and some of the junior staff are taking advantage of that. Office is more like a Coffee shop sometimes, rather than a place to work. We have an open concept and the privacy is almost zero. Just imagine yourself trying to work while two/three people around you giggling and chit chatting all day long.  Sometimes I feel I am in a high school surrounded with bunch of teenagers that has nothing else to do rather than making silly lame comments on every things happening around them.
I don't feel I am in an engineering office working with adults.
These days I am dragging myself to work..Change is in the air...

Sunday, April 17, 2011

100/0 Principle by Al Ritter

I found this very helpful to ignore people who give me a negative attitude..

Wednesday, April 06, 2011

Under Development

How many times we deal with difficult people around us. As a friend, as a colleague or even a family member.
I know nothing is perfect and as far as I am alive there would be people who I don't like and get on my nerve.
The easiest case is that the difficult person you have to deal with is difficult for most of the people around you and the hardest case is that , the person is difficult to some and doesn't show steady pattern. For example the person is difficult today and act easy tomorrow. You know someone with unstable personality but clever enough to play his/her game.
It's not always possible to get rid of that person. For instance say you have a difficult colleague, you can't just go to your boss and ask  please fire her/him, right? The only solution is to learn how to block out that person in your head. Stop thinking about the attitude the person is giving you and be yourself. It's not easy believe me but should be possible. This is what I am working on it. I am developing a thick skin. It hurts but that's the only solution. Soon enough I'll be a rhinoceros. Wish me luck!!

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Enjoy Every Sandwish

Sitting in a cozy coffeehouse, Nima and I were enjoying our coffee and a small mocha pastry this evening. Sipping from the Parisian Bowl I felt so happy. Forgetting about small and big problems, forgetting about my fears, forgetting about missing him and her, I am happy. Life is sweet just like this little piece of pastry, life is deep like this bowl, life is bitter like my coffee but as far as you are breathing just enjoy that moment. Enjoy every SANDWICH...

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Happy Charshanbe Soory

I am 14. With my younger sister and cousins we are gathering wood pieces to make 7 bonfires. Any tree branch would do.We are going to have family get together tonight at my grandpa place. The weather is so nice, winter is over and I can see little beautiful plum blossoms on the trees. Lisa and palang (two lovely guard dogs) are following us every where. I can feel excitement inside myself makes me shiver. Always last few days of the year makes me feel so fresh and happy. I can feel the nature is coming back to life. It's like I am one of those trees in my grandpa garden blooming.

It's getting dark, fireflies are dancing in the air. Their winking lights makes our surrounding dreamy.
7 bonfires are ready, we bring some oil and waiting for my grandpa, parents, aunts and uncles to join us.  Gradually everybody are coming: "Happy chaharshanbe soori".."Happy Norooz"..kissing and hugging.


My dad starts firing the piles of wood one after another. "Ok let go" My dad announced. We line up and start jumping while whispering  "zardi man az to, sorkhie to az man"  which means my sickly yellow paleness is yours, your fiery red color is mine.  After celebrating charshanbe soori we all get together in my grandpa place for a delicious meal. Laughing, making jokes, having fun was our way to welcome spring.


I am 31 now, well almost. Having crazy March, this is my way to celebrate this beautiful ancient feast. But I am promising to myself next year I will do this not just blogging about it. Next year I promise

JUMP JUMP 
7 TIMES 
OVER 7 BONFIRES 
WHISPER THE MAGIC.

P.S Picture from here and here

Sunday, March 13, 2011

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How would you feel if you invite some guests and then one of them who are not as welcome as the others, act like the host, put food on everybody's plate like they are his guests. Chatting with your guests like he invited them in first place and at the end ask you: "oh by the way are you hungry? do you want me to put some food in your plate? Come on don't be shy do you want to join our party?"
How would you feel?What would you do with this person?

P.S.pic i from here

Thursday, March 10, 2011

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD

Today was my dad's birthday. For a long time I was thinking to do something for him as a gift, making a website for him and his magazine, adding his bio to wikipedia..I had a big plan in my head. I said to myself I would build a website for him and let people to subscribe to his magazine on-line. I would do this and that..I planned all these for his previous birthday and I never had time to do it. Our life is such a rush rush thing that making a quick call for his birthday is the best I can do.
Today a colleague of mine treat a few of us for a lunch as his goodbye lunch. He is returning back to his country for good. He was saying after 14 years living in North  America I am tired of this fast pace life. Life is so stressful here, he said. I can't agree more.
There was this lady came to our office today for safety meeting. She was from UK. One of the first thing she mentioned was about food being tasteless. She said she didn't have a good Coffey in two weeks. I simply believed her.
I wish black coup would have never happened and the democratically elected government of Persia would have succeeded to grow. How would be Persia looked like. Who knows maybe there is a parallel universe in which Mossadegh never been imprisoned and died under house arrest.

In that universe dad, Hiva is buying you a thoughtful gift. Something better than overpriced bunch of roses that I ordered on-line last year. which wasn't even fresh. I would hug you tight and kiss you allover your face.I'll be there to order a cake to take pictures and help mom through you a surprise party. Where are you WALTER?

Monday, March 07, 2011

Everyday There is a New Fruit in This Garden

I never understand how things work..sometimes for a long time nothing is happening except the routin and you get bored. And some times everythings happening all together..March is our new year which I usually like to take some time, cleaning the house...planing a little party..things like that
But this March specifically is also my thesis defense and believe it or not exactly a day after is my citizenship exam..I also have two deadlines for two paper to submit..I need a day be 48 hours to get my things done..wish me luck
P.S. The title of the post is a translation for a Persian saying which implies that every day something new is happening to deal with

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Sunday, February 20, 2011

MALO KIN

Nima and I just came back from one-week trip to Cozumel Island in Mexico. We had a great time over there. I am still shocked with the rich nature around this pretty island, the thick vegetation, the endless coral reefs, the greenish blue beaches with white sand surrounded with coconut trees, the Iguanas...
The first time that I went for snorkeling around the three famous coral reefs at south west side of the island, I was speechless. Just like those documentaries, colorful curious fish were swimming with us, a green see turtle was playing around, a five feet Barracuda absolutely fearless was staring at us, a small sting Ray which scared the hell out of me, sun rays on the ocean floor which made the view kind of dreamy.Still thinking about these things make me smile.
We had a chance to visit a mainland few times. We went to Chichen Itza to visit one of the seven wonder of the world "The Mayan Pyramid". Our tour guide taught us some Mayan world "Malo Kin = Good Morning or more accurate Good Soul". I wanna know more about these smart people with scary rituals, sacrifices, play of death, etc.
It was 25, sunny with a mild wind blowing, Nima and I were lying down by the beach. "When we came back  when ever you are stressed from anything come back to this moment and remember how relaxed we are" Nima said. Our life has such a fast pace I wish I could slow it down a little bit.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

A GATE TO ANOTHER REALLITY

"A parallel universe or alternative reality is a hypothetical self-contained separate reality coexisting with one's own"
The idea of alternative reality is fascinating. Imagine for every decision you make there are several options and depends on each option you choose you'll have different life story.Imagine if there were infinite universes formed based on possible choices in our life . There would be infinite version of you out there each made of different decision which led to different path. You might be a fire fighter in one of those world, maybe a leader, a criminal, a teacher, a hero, an actor,..religious or anti-religion.
I am watching this TV series called "FRINGE" which is based on this hypothesis. One of the main character of this film is a genius called Dr Bishop, he made a gate to the other world when his son died. He made that door to go to another reality which his son was still alive and bring him back to his world. I am fascinated with this idea.

I want that gate, I'll come for you all and bring you back..things would have been so much different!

Address to The Haggis

Yesterday was a Robert Burns day. A memorial of this famous Scottish poet. I have a very nice Scottish colleague who told me how they celebrate the day. A family prepare a meal called Haggis and a person who serve the meal read the famous poem of Robert Burn's called " Address to The Haggis". He read the poem for us in its original format. I couldn't understand a word of it but I was amazed with his performance. The way he read it I could felt the excitement in his voice remind me of my father when reading "Hafiz" poems for us.
P.S. a picture is from here

Sunday, January 23, 2011

I JUST WANT YOU


There are no unlockable doors
There are no unwinnable wars
There are no unrightable wrongs
Or unsingable songs
There are no unbeatable odds
There are no believable Gods
There are no unnameable names
Shall I say it agin? Yeah
There are no impossible dreams
There are no invisible seams
Each night when the day is through
I don't ask much

I just want you
I just want you

There are no uncriminal crimes
There are no unrhymeable rhymes
There are no identical twins or
Forgiveable sins
There are no incurable ills
There are no unkillable thrills
One thing and you know it's true
I don't ask much

I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired
I used to go to bed so high and wired
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
I think I'll buy myself some plastic water
I guess I should have married Lennon's daughter
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

There are no unachievable goals
There are no unsavable souls
No legitimate kings or queens
Do you know what I mean? Yeah
There are no indisputable truths
And there ain't no fountain of youth
Each night when the day is through
I don't ask much

"I NEED TO KNOW IF THERE IS A LIFE AFTER DEATH AND I NEED TO KNOW KIND OF SOON"

P.S. From the : "Strange and beautiful" website

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Immortal Jelly


There is a species of jellyfish which is able to go back in time and become young again. Read this:

"This species of jellyfish might be the only animal in the world to have truly discovered the fountain of youth. Since it is capable of cycling from a mature adult stage to an immature polyp stage and back again, there may be no natural limit to its life span. Because they are able to bypass death, the number of individuals is spiking. "We are looking at a worldwide silent invasion," says Dr. Maria Miglietta of the Smithsonian Tropical Marine Institute."

I wonder if the jelly has any memory of its previous life? If it would happen for humans imagine your parents got older sooner and then go back to their childhood again and you could see your dad as a little boy call you son/daughter. "No dad you can't have another ice cream", "that's enough mom no more cartoon for today"...

Monday, January 10, 2011

Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee

I shall not be there. I shall rise and pass. Bury my heart at Wounded Knee...
I read this book many years ago. One of the most touching book I've ever read. I Feel like reading it again.

Sunday, January 02, 2011

GIRLS TALK

I was 22. Finishing a term of English class which was everyday based. There were two of my classmates (all of the students are females) attract my attention. Every day they kissed and hugged and said nice things to each other like: "I missed you so much" and that so much missing refered to 24 hours that they didn't see each other. To me they should have been very close friends and probably knew each other for a good deal of time. One day one of these love birds didn't come and she didn't show up the day after and the day after so at the end of the day 4th  teacher naturally looked at the other love bird and asked about her friend where abouts. She simply shrugged and said: "I don't know!". "  "Well would you please call her?" teacher asked surprised by her indifferent reaction. "I don't have her phone number". She replied.  "We can find her number from 118" (which is equal to 411 here in Canada) I said. "I don't know her last name". Right on that moment I was thinking about all those hugging, kissing, missing you so much scenarios everyday between those two but there even didn't know their last names. I was thinking what was with the freak show then.

I still have this question in my mind when I am seeing my female friends or acquaintances who just met or know each other for a short time and behave like they are friends of 100 years. This is different from being friendly this is more of a show. This is not like really care about each other this is simply is a fake show. The moment one of them is in trouble all those sweet words and hugging and kissing turns to indifferent behavior and things like "I didn't really know her". God I dislike these things.

Do men do the same?

Have you ever experienced that you are in a small group of female friends (I assume I am talking to girl mostly in this post) and suddenly for no reasons  two or three of them start bounding by speaking in a way that you can't participate. You feel you are being  pushed very delicately out of the circle. You watched them laughing, giggling talking in low voice like this is the most important secret of all. It's like a wave come and go and never last. Over an hour things might change and one of those who was trying to push you out , pushed out herself. It is nothing deep and not really bold enough that you can put finger on it. It's like a secret language between girls, you know, I know but we don't talk about it. We just play...God I dislike these things. I think this is a girly way to gain power and control..More people you bound with, more power and more control you have..But the things is this is not real power to me because the bounding is happening over a short period of time.

I learn one things if I have a friend that over and over again sending negative energy to me, if I have a friend that taking away my piece by playing and not being real, that person is not my friend. I want real things, when smiling at me, means that ..when you are upset show it to me..Aren't we girls complicated?..DON'T PLAY JUST DON'T

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Happy new year

We are in san diego, warm, sunny, and green. Blue pacific ocean with lazy seals laying along the shore, these tropical trees, and green ground are all haunting me. I am watching the news about snow strom happening at east part of the continent, burying cars, holding travelers in airports. I am not going back, I like it here :).
P.S. A picture is a Santa at the end of the Disney Parade 

Saturday, November 06, 2010

FRIENDSHIP

Friendship can be simply made but to maintain the healthy relationship one need to make an effort all the time. It's a dynamic relationship. I am a friendly person myself I can easily initiate, also I'm easy to approach (well most of the time I guess). When you are making friends depends on the level of chemistry, similarities and harmony between the two persons involved that relationship can get closer or fail (obviously). I usually take my time to get to know people better before getting very close. Simply because as I get closer and closer I become attached emotionally. Thus if for any reasons after getting close the relationship doesn't work I'll get hurt. However you can never tell how much your relationship would work until you get close.

I think the best way to have a healthy relationship is:
1- try not to analyze/ interpret every details of your friends saying or actions (he said this so he means that, she did that so she meant this...this things just annoy you and lessen the joy of your friendship...I think women are more liable of doing too much analyzing ).
2- Another way is to be aware of your expectations; as we get closer automatically our expectations get higher. Some of those expectations might be absolutely unreasonable but because emotions get involved it's hard to control them.
3- Be liberal; don't try to own your friend simply accept that you friend has other friends and she/he can enjoy their friendship as much without making your friendship less valuable.
4- Try to keep the balance. If you are the type that caring and devoting a lot in your relationship there is a good chance that you end up disappointed. If you are the type that your friends mostly benefited you rather than you  caring about them there is a good chance you will be cut off at some point and loose them.

As time passes you might upgrade, downgrade or delete your relationship; the last two are never easy.
There are few people in my life that I deleted or downgraded them for different reasons. The one that became possessive and controlling (rule#3), the one who was enjoying the free ride (rule#4), or the one who became weirdly needy (rule #2).

Life is too short , have an ice cream ;)

P.S.: A picture from here

Saturday, October 30, 2010

...A human is a human being..

In my 30 years of life I learned one things "a human is a human being". No matter how far we go, how hard we try to make a polish image of ourselves, at the end of a day we are simple naked ape with all instincts that other animals have: food, territory, mating, survival.. No matter how hard we try to show ourselves as saint or a bully we all have that naked ape inside, smiling at us.
I knew a girle, educated and from a good family who was in love with a skinny unemployed heroine addicted man for 3 years till the man die of overdose and a police found his body in a ditch.
I knew a successful businessman who had a lovely girlfriend for two years until that lovely girl realized he had a wife.  
I knew a girl who was cheating on her husband for 6 years ; all of their close friends and her family knew about it until someone voluntiered to let the poor husband knew.
I knew a man who had a sex-addicted wife, slept with many of his cousins and he has no clue.
I knew a highly educated boy, funny, smart and sporty who one day for no reason decided to kiss a random girl's boobies in an elevator.
I've been surprised in a positive or negative way by people around me. I am sure all of us has some similar stories. At some point in my life I realized that I could never be able to know someone good enough so that he/she would never surprise me. At some point in my life I stopped making a certain image of people I meet in my life. I told to my self "a human is a human" and anyone can do anything. But to tell you the truth still I am being surprised once in a while. Then I am reminding myself "Hiva, a human is a human being".
You might be be surprised one day even by yourself.

Monday, October 18, 2010

Late Night Thoughts

Sometimes I feel I am a leaf that strong wind drags me here and there. I can't stop it, I can't cling on anything; my hands are too slippery. I am just flying with this wind. Sometimes work takes over my life, from dawn to dusk. Right then I feel like being drown. Feel like a paralyzed person who can't stop and watch the flock of birds migrating and dream a little bit. Is it because I am a woman? Is it because I am Hiva?
I love working, I love being independent but you have to pay the price your freedom!
I love blogging and the fact that the gap between each post getting bigger and bigger upsets me. While working I am watching people around me and imagine writing about this and that incidents in here. When I am home I just can't put myself together to write. Blogging for me is Like praying..mediation..reviewing my day, reviewing my feeling..being honest with myself and spit it out in here..
List of things in my head...defense, car light engine which has been on forever, my family I haven't seen them more than a year...etc
Life is too short..I can live with a Mazda which its gas consumption is more that a SUV but I can't live without having my family in real term..something more than a voice through few phone calls or few photos through emails. I need a practical solution.