Friday, December 31, 2010

I remember the day I learned the word "nostalgia".
And I remember the day I felt it first, the day it was hurtful, and it was before I learned the word for it,

I was never good with words, in spite of what others thought, think.

And it gets so late so soon.
And it always gets so late so soon.
برف می بارد به روی خار و خاراسنگ
کوه ها خاموش
دره ها دلتنگ
راه ها چشم انتظار کاروانی با صدای زنگ.

آري آري زندگي زيباست.

I finally have a new year's resolution. I will not love anyone but my family and myself. I will be a selfish snob. I will not care, and will not spend any of my valuable time for others. I will be unforgiving. I will not care for ethics. I will not fall in love.

I will seriously try to see if I can pull off "asshole",

Sunday, December 26, 2010

ما میگیم داداش شراب تلخ می‌خواهم که مردافکن بود زورش
داداش میگه آبجی جاش بگوآنکه بی باده کند جان مرا مست، کجاست
اما من که واسه خودم نمیخوام که :-)

Thursday, December 23, 2010

The scariest roller coaster in the park, you know it's mostly safe, you know it's very scary. It takes courage to be in it, but it’s a damn fucking lonely ride.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

I like to write, I like to write a lot, I particularly like to type my writings. I like how my keyboard sounds, and I like the movement of my hands on the keyboard. It's like playing the piano and expressing yourself in an unambiguous way. But a piece of writing is still an ambiguous entity wrapped in a cover of fake feeling of clarity that words give. This one for example, is vague and ambiguous, because all I'm actually trying to say is that I like to write but I don't. I keep thinking about it, I even write the words, the sentences, paragraphs, chapters, books in my head and rarely write them down. Even this one for example, is very vague and very ambiguous, because all that is actually in my head is that why I can't even utter the words in my head? All I'm trying to say is ... am I trapped again? in an idea that is very very very wrong?
All I want to hear myself say is, I want to hear his voice, his voice is beautiful. In sadness, shyness, excitement, happiness, being serious,... it's beautiful. His voice, his smile, his laughter, is beautiful. I don't want him, I just want to be close to him, only geographically speaking.