Friday, December 29, 2006

You're my balloon;)


I don't know where i read it that:"FRIENDS ARE LIKE BALOONS ONCE U LET THEM GO YOU CANT GET THEM BACK SO IM GOING TO TIE My FRIENDS TO MY HEART SO I NEVER LOOSE THEM."
I must have read it from the only reason that I breathe "ORKUT".
So perhaps this is gonna be my new year's resolution...I have some others but finally I found one to be able to share with others!!
So there you go, don't worry my red baloons, I have tied you up to my heart and won't let go...After all Why repeat the old Mistakes, if there are so many new Mistakes to commit? ;)
Happy new year all!

Thursday, December 28, 2006

ز شیر شتر خوردن و سوسمار
عرب را به جایی رسیده ست کار
که تاج کیان را کند آرزو
تفو باد بر چرخ گردان، تفو

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Maybe, you have to let go of who you are to become who you will be..


It’s weird… It’s really weird, but my heart’s been silent for a while now..
And it’s just not right.. This is how it works: She talks a lot (I’m sorry used to!!!) and I always was wondering what would happen if she stops talking for at least an hour and now that it’s happened I found out I don’t like it..
And have you ever noticed that no matter how many wishes you have and how important they are for you only the stupidest ones come true??!! Or maybe you haven’t noticed cuz you people know what to wish for!!!!!!
I’m coming to this conclusion that my heart’s not talking to me cuz she feels she’s been betrayed by me! How?? I lied to her, I raised up her hopes for a thing that I wasn’t sure of but I reassured her everything’s gonna be OK and I unguarded her and now sounds like my poor, broken, betrayed heart is getting a revenge by not talking to me and would someone please tell her that I love her and I miss her and that we used to have lots of fun together and for the sakes of those moments she forgives me…!!! And that’s the other weird thing.. She forgives people like the way Jesus used to forgive his enemies!!! And now she’s this hard on me!!!!
And I hate it when people blame me for things that I’m not responsible for.. it’s like the night my sister yelled at me why I’m not going to my cousin’s just because I already had other plans.. I mean she should have yelled at my friends why they don’t leave me alone not me, right??!!! And now with this one.. I was just trying to help her out ..FINE!!! Sometimes things don’t happen as you’ve planned them but punishing people!!! Is it really the answer??!!!

Nobody can go back and start a new beginning but anyone can start today and make a new ending...


Have you ever had moments that you wish you had a power that you could have frozen those moments forever? And moments, days, months or even years that you wish you could have simply deleted them like nothing has ever happened? Sometimes I wish life was like a VCR.. You could pause, forward , rewind, record and delete whenever you felt like doing so...
Today is January 1st...The first day of a new year and people usually start this day with new resolutions.. Why not looking at every day as a new day? Why not trying to be a better person everyday.. after all you know what they say:"Life's too short" Let's make the best out of it...
Wherever you go you hear how people talk about how you should be/think/act positive??Why do we let the one thing we don't have affect how we feel about all the things we do have?

Monday, December 25, 2006

Words I Wish I Wrote: Please… Tame Me


It's a bit long, but really worth reading it...
BEAUtiful...

It was then that the fox appeared.
“Good morning,” said the fox.
“Good morning,” the little prince answered polietly, though when he turned around he saw nothing.
“I’m here,” the voice said. “Under the apple tree.”
“Who are you?” the little prince asked. You’re very pretty…”
“I am a fox,” said the fox.
“Come play with me,” said the little prince. “I am feeling so sad.”
“I can’t play with you,” the fox said. “I’m not tamed.”
“Ah! Excuse me,” said the little prince. But upon reflection he added, “What does tamed mean?”
“You’re not from around here,” the fox said. “What are you looking for?”
“I’m looking for people,” said the little prince. “What does tamed mean?”
“People,” said the fox, “have guns and they hunt. It is quite troublesome. And they also raise chickens. That’s the only interesting thing about them. Are you looking for chickens?”
“No,” said the little prince, “I’m looking for freinds. What does tamed mean?”
“It’s something that’s been too often neglected. It means, ‘to create ties’…”
“‘To create ties’?’
“That’s right,” the fox said. “For me you’re only a little boy just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you have no need of me, either. For you I am only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tamed me, we’ll need each other. You’ll be the only boy in the world for me. I’ll be the only fox in the world for you…”
“I’m beginning to understand,” the little prince said. “There is a flower… I think she has tamed me…”
“Possibly,” said the fox. “On Earth, one sees all kinds of things.”
“Oh, this isn’t on Earth,” the little prince said.
The fox seemed quite intrigued. “On another planet?”
“Yes.”
“Are there hunters on that planet?”
“No.”
“Now that’s interesting. And chickens?”
“No.”
“Nothing’s perfect,” sighed the fox But he returned to his idea. “My life is monotonous. I hunt chickens; people hunt me. All chichens are just alike, and all men are just alike. So I am rather bored. But if you tame me, my life will be filled with sunshine. I’ll know the sound of footsteps that will be different from all the rest. Other footsteps send me back underground. Yours will call me out of my burrow like music. And then, look! You see the wheat fields over there? I don’t eat bread. For me wheat is of no use whatever. Wheat fields say nothing to me. Which is sad. But you have hair the color of fold. So it will be wonderful, once you’ve tamed me, the wheat, which is golden, will remind me of you. And I’ll love the sound of the wind in the wheat…”
The fox fell silent and stared at the little prince for a long while. “Please… tame me!” he said.
“I’d like to,” the little prince replied, “but I haven’t much time. I have friends to find and so many things to learn.”
“The only things you learn are the things you tame,” said the fox. “People haven’t time to learn anything. They buy things ready-made in stores. But since there are no stores where you can buy friends, people no longer have friends. If you want a friend, tame me!”
“What will I have to do?” asked the little prince.
“You have to be very patient.” the fox answered. “First you’ll sit down a little ways away from me, over there in the grass. I’ll watch you out of the corner of my eye, and you wond say anything. Languange is the sourse of misunderstandings. But day by fay, you’ll be able to sit a little closer…”
The next day the little prince returned.
“It would have been better to return at the same time,”the fox said. “For instance, if you come at four in the afternoon, I’ll begin to be happy by three. The closer it gets to four, the happier I’ll feel. By four I’ll be all excited and worried; I’ll discover what it costs to be happy! But if you come at any old time, I’ll never know when i should prepare my heart… There must be rites.”
“What is a rite?” asked the little prince.
“That is another thing that’s been too often neglected,” said the fox. “Ot’s the fact that one day is fiddernt from the other days, one hour different from the other hours. My hunters, for example, have a rite. They dance with the villiage girls on Thursdays. Sn Thursday’s a wonderfull day: I can take a stroll all the way to the vineyards. If the hunders danced whenever they chose, the days would all be just alike, and I’d have no holiday at all.”
That was how the little prince tamed the fox.

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Times when our schedules were as open as our hearts..


I think I’ve missed those days… The time when we could laugh at every single stupid thing and we were “simply” happy. Now I laugh but I feel like I’m laughing at more serious things, things that make me feel down and I think I’ve just found this way to stop being worried about them.
How many of time have you felt you wanna cry but instead you decided to laugh? But is it really working? Do we feel better about ourselves, about the situation or anything by just ignoring them, shrugging and just pretending like we don’t care??
How many of times have we called someone and talked about everything BUT what we really wanted to talk about? Why expressing the feelings is getting harder and harder?
Perhaps fear of rejection..and yes it hurts..but I think we need to take the risk.. maybe we don’t get what we wanted to but at least we don’t go on with this big illusion that what if we had taken the initiative!!!!

Have you ever noticed that big people live in a little world?


OK it's official...I'm not a secret keeper...well sometimes I am with people but when it comes to my own secrets I just can't keep them to myself and I wouldn't tell it to only one or 2 of my "trustworthy" buddies I tell almost EVERY BODY...and now it's getting frustrating. Because when I say it first I feel kinda relieved but the day after gushhh i feel so embarrassed, cause if it wasn't embarrassing then it wouldn't have been a "secret"!!!! That's why I've decided to write in here.. I talk about whatever I want without being really “specific".. The advantages:
1- everyone can read them so basically I don't need to walk around and tell people
2- I'm safe!!!!