Hengameh’s Weblog

This environment is amazing. Working with Worspess.com is getting friendly day after day.
I love environments like this.
As I have been so busy these days with my stuff- applying, emailing, searching, surfing the Ineternet specially forums- I have completely forgotten about my weblog.
And today, when I logged in and saw this amazing, friendly environment I started to write about my optimistic, happy feeling about this site.

I have a nice, colorful, well-designed calendar on my desk. Today I was checking some dates on it and saw a piece of poem for December month. I recorded it and this is the poem, which has written by Augusto Fredrico Schmidt.

“A serene sorrow has captured me.

Has grasped my hands, wetted my eyes.

And is taking me, frozen by the frost of the ruthless lands.

To the tepid warmth of one’s own house.”

This is the voice:

http://www.box.net/shared/l303zoodbp

Come on, Don’t judge me. I am not an English person; I know my pronunciation ruined the beauty of this poem.

But the Farsi version of this, is here and I am pretty sure, this is much more better than the English one:

http://www.box.net/shared/uzglily5qm

I have brought this plant from a place that I don’t like it. But I love my plant.

When winter shows itself by cloudy sky, I woul start worrying about my plant because it needs the light. Thanks to the sun, and my apartment’s large window spreading the light on my little, tiny, patient, lovely plant.

Plant

Exactly when I didn’t expect to go and I was just practicing on my English to have a chnace even a slim chance to go somewhere to study abroad, I got an email from a university.

Today I went to the Sweden Embassy and give them all of necessary documents.Now I am just waiting to get my visa and after it email the program manager to handle the accommodation there.

Ronneby will be a small city in Sweden  for a person like me. My friends say me that I will be died out of lonlieness.

Recently, I have known someone who has been admitted in the university and the major like mine. I made a friend with her but actually just by my email and cell phone. Thanks to the technology and the Internet.

Cross your fingers for me and wish me luck.

Oh! My God!

I have admitted in a Swedish university after long time anticipation.

I can go there, study more and more and compensate for my lazy time that I have passed without researching and updating.

The only matter is money and my life here. My people I mean.

I think I will handle it although in this age this kind of risky going away of my people will be hard for me.

Almost every day my passion through my relations is increasing and now I am ready to go and I am in a kind of hurry. I believe that I am old and today I felt it more because I got afraid of going there alone with no one there.

The first thing was to know about population in that city, their age, their hobbies. I think I used to miss people and regular life of mine. I am old and because of this I can’t get ready soon for quitting. Such a cruel life.

By the way, I will go to the Sweden embassy next week. J I will be completely ready to go in a few days.

how awfully it is when you attend to Mr.Z class and he talks and talks and force you to talk about your day that have passed then he start to know what do you expect for the first date and you just tell the truth and honestly tell every thing that you think and you believe then he start to tell you that this is not true. Boys don’t do this. We, men , don’t like to do it.

Ekh, I think I have to tell you what went on? Yesterday like all Tuesdays I went to a class, “English discussion class –which is completely useless-”.

Mr.Z asked me if you have a first date with a guy what do you expect him?

What manner and behavior do you like to see?

Where do you like to be invited?

-He told me that I have to assume that I have not met this guy before and he is introduced by one of my family or friends.

I told him just a truth. I told him that I like a guy, who doesn’t invite me to a park or cheap coffee shops for the first time. I prefer to be invited for the first time to a good place especially for dinner after a theatre.

He started to laugh and told me that never ever boys do this for the first time, because they haven’t seen the girl and they don’t want to spend their money on someone whom hasn’t seen her.

I know Mr.Z is too materialistic and he doesn’t deserve to be a teacher because teaching is not just talking or speech, a good teacher has to have ideas and not a wisdom person but it was ridiculous, because many of boys in the class believed his idea.

I know of many boys, thousands boys – who invited me for the first time to a nice place – not so luxury but pretty reasonable – but they had seen me before not for the first time.

Does high percentage of boys think in the way like Mr.Z?

Do they think that girls rip them off if they expect this?

What a not-beautiful girl has to do? Doesn’t she have the right to like this manner?

Is the beauty first and the most important thing for boys?

If you are a boy where would you invite a girl for the first time? and if you are a girl where would you like to be invited for the first time?

Have you ever heard this: “sexy weather”

Okay! If you haven’t don’t blame yourself because this is my words. I don’t know even someone use this or not also I don’t know even this words beside each other are right or not, but I use this words for a sexy weather.

Sexy weather for me means:

A cloudy day that streets are not too busy, parks without noisy people in them, walking without attention to bad things, someone next to you I mean beside you hand in hand, sometimes kisses and giggling, talking and sometime saying nothing, tall trees around you, no stress and being calm and relaxed has been caused by the weather, no many students in the streets, talking to my love, hearing something nice from him, sitting on a bench in a park and just looking at some cats which are playing, exchanging smiles with my love, his arms around my shoulders, nice conversations, feeling that you miss him every one minute, wanting to be with him until midnight, no paying attention to time and passing it, don’t want to see the end of this, waking up again, walking and walking, going to a place with a river in it, sitting near a river, listening to the music, hand in hand, chick to chick, feeling that you are away from my problems, going back to my place or his, drinking and kissing, and … while the weather is almost cloudy and you can’t see the moon all the time because of clouds, waving the curtain in the room with a gentle breeze, and a candle in the wind.

I get so emotional by a cloudy and calm day, nice music, and something like this. This is ridiculous but I want to have someone to share my feeling about this weather.

This is you. Therefore, I didn’t go anywhere, didn’t call any friend and just came home to write about my feeling and sharing my passion.

Babel? If you ask me, “it’s fantastic” this is the answer of mine.

Shortcuts, Crash, Night on Earth, Mystery Train, Training day, and Inside man were the recent movies that I have seen them. Today evening I saw Babel, I liked it so much. This is my advice to you: see this movie if you have not seen it until now.

About my day? It was nice. I resigned again and this time they accepted it and I have to wait to get all signatures to get rid off this hell. In the morning when I got to office shocked first but after a little talking he accepted it and told me that it doesn’t need bother yourself with other levels and I will do it for you. It was cool.

When I got out of the office, I found the weather so nice and decided to hike like past. It was a long time that I had stopped hiking because of the hot days in the summer, But I have started it since Wednesday. I love cloudy days.

I got to the taxi station and while I was talking to my friend by phone I saw a handsome, good looking boy who was sitting in front of a car and organizing his bag. He threw some papers out of the window of the car into the street, I got angry but I could control myself and just told him please don’t do this and if you don’t want to get off the car let me throw those papers to the recycle bin for you. He felt shame. Because I gathered some of those papers and threw them into the recycle bin. Even I took some others from him and do it so. I was thinking that handsomeness, great brands of clothes, good cars and something like these never ever prove that those people are coming to their senses.

You know I have found a phrase in Farsi which help me to be more calm when I get angry with some people like him to show them my respect and angry together. Honestly I haven’t found any word in English in this intonation and I just can say it in my own language, I am sure all of Iranian people know this phrase and know how to use it in the way that they want. This phrase has diverse meaning in different intonation. “TORO KHODA!!”. This is the phrase. I will tell about it in my later posts.

Lucky day.

Isn’t it nice?
I am living in Iran but I have many things to do to have fun on holidays.
I know the last time I was complaining about there is not any fun and I am tired of this, but I really had a nice time the last holiday.
On Thursday I didn’t go office, I called my Boss and said him I am so tired, this week was awful and took my whole energy and he accepted my excuse and allowed me to not coming office.
I went to the bed and started to read a Reader’s Digest that I bought it the day before in my bed till late. I felt asleep again and slept till late.
On noon S. called me and told me to go shopping with her, we went to a nice place to shop, after that we went to the fragrances festival. Although it wasn’t as nice as I expected, I enjoyed that, they gave me a nice gift and I gave that to S. she loved that more than me. Before getting home suddenly I decided to go to the beauty shop to have a hair cut. I did it.
After that I got home and had a delicious lunch – I love see foods.
I started to study again, and I slept again. Don’t blame me I was too tired and did need sleeping.
In the evening I went to S. and S. home’s – they are sisters. They are 2 couples that live in a house (I know it’s weird, because they don’t have enough money then 4 people -2 couples- live in a little house) it was nice, we watched a movie and got ready to go a party.
The party was cool and nice, so much music, dance, happy people that I had called them to come there, fun, drinks, delicious foods, so organized and every thing. I loved that.
I went back home at 3 in the morning and slept till 9. At 9 I woke up fresh, cleaned the house and called my cousin- she has admitted at philosophy P.H.D and has come here recently- and fortunately she had free time to see me.
I called to other friends of mine and asked them to go to a restaurant to have a nice lunch – see! Again food – and one of them suggested going to a Gilanian restaurant. It was amazing, nice. A calm place with a polite staffs, nice interior design with healthy and delicious foods.
After launch we went to the cinema to watch a movie and as my friend Hamed suggested me we watched Davat. It was a nice movie and I liked it especially the episode with a play of Gohar KheirAndish.
We took my cousin to the dormitory. She had to get relaxed to get ready for her tomorrow’s seminar.
After that another friend of mine called me and invited me to go and play bowling. It was the first time that I was playing bowling, nice game.
At night I went back home and took a shower and went to the bed. Yay, I liked my last night sleeping because I was too tired to think about anything and I slept as soon as I went to my bed and slept till morning with any dreams neither nice nor bad.
Nice weekend, wasn’t it?

Coool!

All the web logs I have been reading them are talking about their partner, hobbies and eventful day, and mine is full of nothing.

Nothing to say, why?

Maybe I have forgotten to see details and maybe I have forgotten to say details.

Anyway, yikes, I have one thing to say now.

My friend’s sister is pregnant but she is has not been engaged or married or any legal stuff. Nobody knows whose the father is and she has been starting to be silent since she has found that she is pregnant.

When her parents found out that, they wanted to kill her after when they saw her struggling to keep the baby they decided to talk to her and push her to kill the baby. She hasn’t accepted it till now because she believes that she will never have a child because of her age and her situation for marriage.

I don’t know what she is thinking about and how she will raise the baby without a father, what she will say to the child and how she will deal with her child and the responsibly of raising it.

I am curious to know, just to know, how those mothers think. What they will say to the baby? The truth or the fiction?