Monday, May 28, 2007

A Math Student Love Letter:

I laughed so hard, it hurt!
Thanks to my LostLord Here is the text:
My Dear Love,
Yesterday, I was passing by your rectangular
house in trigonometric lane. There I saw you with your cute circular face, conical nose and spherical eyes, standing in your triangular garden.Before seeing you, my heart was a null set, but when a vector of magnitude (likeness) from your eyes at a deviation of theta radians made a tangent to my heart, it differentiated.
My love for you is a quadratic equation with real roots, which only you can solve by making good binary relation with me. The cosine of my love for you extends to infinity. I promise that I should not resolve you
into partial functions but if I do so, you can integrate me by applying the limits from zero to infinity.
You are as essential to me as an element to a set. The geometry of my life revolves around your acute personality. My love, if you do not meet me at parabola restaurant on date 10 at sunset, when the sun is making an angle of 160 degrees, my heart would be like a solved polynomial of degree 10. With love from your higher order derivatives of maxima and minima, of an unknown function.
Yours ever loving,x*y*z

Sunday, May 27, 2007

Iran - US

Tomorrow is the day...
They are going to negotiate after all these long years...
I'm frightened...
What will that be... for my country &for my people?

Wednesday, May 23, 2007


A heartless b!tch… that's what I'm called sometimes. I don't get hurt… I'm used to being called names & being treated like a freak & well, honestly, most of the time I take it as a complement… just a projection of their fear of my abilities.

I know that's the price I pay for going my way… for standing out & daring to be me, regardless of the surroundings. For instance, I wear whatever I feel comfortable in… & mostly my clothes have the same base… not a very short manto, a loose scarf which a lot of hairs uncovered, a jean or a comfortable pair of dress pants & snickers or sandals… rarely high heels. Hmm, that's a very conservative look actually in my own opinion but well, some people just find it, let's say, unorthodox!!!!

As you might have learned, I work in a governmental company… big one, mind you! & I have been criticized over what I wear!!! Nope, they did not tell me face to face or there is no letter or anything but recently I hear more female collogues coming to me with the information that some men are really bothered by the way I dress & think that it's inappropriate for the work!!!!

Then there are my friends who sometimes ask me if I can't be more 'fashionable'?!!! That's weird! Being called a lousy fashion suicide & a B!tch the same time!

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

More Cave Photos:

I love Caves... I wish I had some of Alisadr's photos here too. But well, I failed to have the in a secure place & I lost all of them!!! Stupid Me!

You know what I love most about Water-Caves... The cool breeze & the gentle silence of the water beneth your feet.... It's so perfect & mysterious...

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Sahoolan Cave In NorthWest Of Iran

the enterance

Photo Credits:

Sunday, May 13, 2007

A trip To Zanjan

Ok... we drived the 400 Km ride only to have lunch in the city & come back! So what? It was fun!
The Scenes where splendidly eye-catching & The weather was just nice!

That's my sis taking pictures of my best friend!

Photos by: Proshat

Sunday, May 06, 2007

I'm afriad it's not only women!

Dear Lynne,
I'm afraid it's not only women who are under being 'cracked down' here! There are young boys being accused too. They shall not dress like women as it's called here! They shall not wear ties, short sleeves or do their hair in messy bushes (Well, the only good point in my opinion personally... I would freak whenver I would see a boy who have treated his hair like a lady in a most fashionable party!)
It's been really strange here... & I dont think this pressure would solve anything... It only spreads hatered!

Saturday, May 05, 2007

Have You heard of What's going on?

No…? Well, Police is taking care of 'Street women'! & the definition of a one is: the one who is not dressed appropriately!

What? I can't hear you... What doers appropriate means? Oh, I have not figured out yet!

A little hair… a little flesh… make-up… new hairdos… I don't know.

The only thing I know is, that every time I pass a police station, I feel my heart beating in my throat for the fear of someone grabbing me & scolding me…. Hmm? I do not wear extra-ordinary clothes… nor do I act abnormally (well, considering what is NORMAL… this sentence can turn untrue!), in fact, I am more of the next person who walks in the street… plain Jane that is. However, that's no help! Since, I have seen the freaks get away & the plain Janes get all the scolds! So I fear, & that fear is killing me…. I feel I have no choice to be myself! & maybe if I had a choice, I did not change the way I was, but now, I feel I might want to get a bit rebellious & wear the freaky cloths!



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