<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199</id><updated>2012-01-25T12:28:43.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My  mind stories</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm a fertile ground with some walls and gardens.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>165</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-3244017064692594312</id><published>2011-04-15T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T14:52:46.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Chapter begins with B</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wn_W2uEtSg8/Tai92iVpyuI/AAAAAAAACZo/ScpduKPGS6A/s1600/PC120456.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 172px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wn_W2uEtSg8/Tai92iVpyuI/AAAAAAAACZo/ScpduKPGS6A/s200/PC120456.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595931281636051682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we broke up on Monday. Everthing happened so fast that I am still confused and trying to digest it!&lt;div&gt;I am at my brother's house for rehab! and having him is a most expensive gift I have ever had!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also found a job. Not a good one but at the right time to forget about my bitter broke up experience and the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother is sinlge and most of his friends. So it's a good feeling to visit him and remind myself being single is not only end of the world but also a total fun new world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dream to have a baby, an in love husband and everything has postponed for few years, but who knows. The next one should always be the better one, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The onyl regret I have is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I wish we had learned there is no right or wrong opinion. There are just different way of thinking . Having an unbiased attitude is the secret of every good relationship."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tarkhoon, the prophet of relationship!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. this is a picture I took from my purple leaf flower in winter. Just felt like to add it here since spring is out already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-3244017064692594312?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/3244017064692594312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=3244017064692594312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/3244017064692594312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/3244017064692594312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-chapter-begins-with-b.html' title='New Chapter begins with B'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wn_W2uEtSg8/Tai92iVpyuI/AAAAAAAACZo/ScpduKPGS6A/s72-c/PC120456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-8061089834214114608</id><published>2011-04-06T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T14:12:06.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I marinated the food for tonight and tomorrow, did all the grocery. only need to clean the house. One of our friend is coming from L.A tomorrow and I am so excited to see him. I would have been more excited if I was at work today instead of spending my time in Bj's and walmart, cleaning the house and cooking. When this unemployment period will finish?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My relationship is in down stream! getting worse and worse!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have noticed a lot of new things about him since we are going to couple therapy! and I enjoy our sessions. It looks like sooner or later we will arrive to the end of our path. He will find a job and leave to another city, however I hope I am the one who will leave our home first and will get a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is always easier for the one who leaves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day if I was in mood I will write my opinion about him and his behavior! That day might be end of the May, end the month when we are not together anymore or it might be when we got married and divorced!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-8061089834214114608?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/8061089834214114608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=8061089834214114608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/8061089834214114608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/8061089834214114608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-marinated-food-for-tonight-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-4391662640025908490</id><published>2010-10-28T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T19:10:36.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>job, boyfriend and fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/TMoseiJ9k3I/AAAAAAAACUk/Knz2cfeeIlA/s1600/P9260369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/TMoseiJ9k3I/AAAAAAAACUk/Knz2cfeeIlA/s200/P9260369.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533283995254362994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/TMosCDT86CI/AAAAAAAACUc/yHPfsq0Mz2k/s1600/P9260330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/TMosCDT86CI/AAAAAAAACUc/yHPfsq0Mz2k/s200/P9260330.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533283505938425890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living with boy friend is fun, living with boy friend is like a book you are excited to know about the end page. At the same time living with boy friend is like a very complicated math book, you don't know the solution of all the answers. When you think you are using the right solution, that is exactly the time, your boy friend reminds you , you have been lost in the middle of the way and the solution is actually the question itself which needs to be solved!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had so many relationship experience but living, is a unique one my little brain does not have any data about it. Poor my brain is learning everything from the beginning but from different angel and prospective.  Being jobless for 9 months is another math book you can't solve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Among all of these, fall this year in US is amazingly beautiful. I am falling in love with fall and if one day I get married in US, fall would be the season I'll definitely throwing my party in. I took these pictures after a nice rain, in front of our place. I didn't even go far to find a beautiful scene!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-4391662640025908490?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/4391662640025908490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=4391662640025908490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/4391662640025908490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/4391662640025908490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2010/10/job-boyfriend-and-fall.html' title='job, boyfriend and fall'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/TMoseiJ9k3I/AAAAAAAACUk/Knz2cfeeIlA/s72-c/P9260369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-2909082552379533677</id><published>2010-10-24T20:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T20:10:58.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living</title><content type='html'>Living with some one else is like trying to open a door you don't have the right key for!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-2909082552379533677?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/2909082552379533677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=2909082552379533677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/2909082552379533677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/2909082552379533677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2010/10/living.html' title='Living'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-5767821762079672036</id><published>2010-04-18T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T20:33:20.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter days_day 2</title><content type='html'>I just wish when I get home on Tuseday, there is a bunch of flower and a note says forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;It's just sometiems good to have unblievable dream....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-5767821762079672036?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/5767821762079672036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=5767821762079672036' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/5767821762079672036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/5767821762079672036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2010/04/bitter-daysday-2.html' title='Bitter days_day 2'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-2393771561904028773</id><published>2010-04-17T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T14:16:54.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter days_Part I</title><content type='html'>Looks like it has been 5 hours that we have broken up. Breaking up is one of the things I never get used to it, even if I do it many times. the difficult part is you are in love and there is not choice but to break up and that hurts....&lt;br /&gt;I hope he calls, does he? Well, not sure. my guess is he is too proud to call and say he made a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;that was how our phone call ended" even if you are fighting with some one at the bottom of your heart you know you love that person, even if you want to pretent you don't care still at the very end layer you feel that love, that passion, that crave to have that paerson for  yourself, so if you want me just tell me ,other wise I will be removed from your contact list and I cannot even be your friend anymore." he goes " Tarkhoob, let's talk when you are back from your trip, we are fighting now." anfd I go " even if we are fighting at the end you know you love me or not, now tell me , do you want me to be your girl friend, just tell me yes and I will stay, otherwise I will hang up now and you will never here anything about me ." and he chose the second option!&lt;br /&gt;So is he gonna back?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-2393771561904028773?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/2393771561904028773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=2393771561904028773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/2393771561904028773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/2393771561904028773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2010/04/bitter-dayspart-i.html' title='Bitter days_Part I'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-16195499613180893</id><published>2010-04-12T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T10:39:48.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unemployment</title><content type='html'>hhmmmmmmmmmmmmm,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gess I'm getting used to not going to work! only if I'd won lottory and was rich, there wasn't any other problem I guess!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-16195499613180893?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/16195499613180893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=16195499613180893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/16195499613180893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/16195499613180893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2010/04/unemployment.html' title='unemployment'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-4976330911405812042</id><published>2010-02-20T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T06:22:16.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laid Off</title><content type='html'>Once again, I 'm at home. I was laid off yesterday.Man! it was tough, bitter and unpleasant.&lt;div&gt;and everything all over again searching for jobs in stupid websites among all the other competitors.. it's not fun ,man. it's not...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-4976330911405812042?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/4976330911405812042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=4976330911405812042' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/4976330911405812042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/4976330911405812042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2010/02/laid-off.html' title='Laid Off'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-3532579172404052440</id><published>2009-11-22T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T21:27:57.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting</title><content type='html'>Has it ever happened to you that you have been waiting for something to happen for 15 months and now it is close to happen but the chance of happening it is so unstable might be between 0-90%! and it is out of your hand to increase the occurance and then only thing you can do it wait to see what destiny has predicted for you?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am having one of those times.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I hope it happens soon and I can have what I was waiting for 15months now....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-3532579172404052440?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/3532579172404052440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=3532579172404052440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/3532579172404052440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/3532579172404052440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2009/11/waiting.html' title='waiting'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-5358914511981495124</id><published>2009-11-02T08:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T08:14:48.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving my job</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; "&gt;It is so difficult for me to tell my boss I'm leaving. He is just too good to be able to break his heart. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-5358914511981495124?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/5358914511981495124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=5358914511981495124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/5358914511981495124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/5358914511981495124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2009/11/leaving-my-job.html' title='leaving my job'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-3935361802100133239</id><published>2009-09-10T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T13:59:03.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when you thnik toooooooo much at work!</title><content type='html'>Can you imagine how awful it is to send a love text mesage  to your colleage who you just had lunch with, instead of a guy you are dating mistakenly??????????????????&lt;div&gt;and the text msg is about" how cool this lunch place is, it's great for kissing! I should show it to you!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and your colleage which is obviously a he,  has asked you before if you are dating some one and your answer is NO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sooooooooooooooooooooooo embarrsed i don't know what to do :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-3935361802100133239?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/3935361802100133239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=3935361802100133239' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/3935361802100133239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/3935361802100133239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-you-thnik-toooooooo-much-at-work.html' title='when you thnik toooooooo much at work!'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-3903948824955116109</id><published>2009-09-03T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T13:16:10.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a short note for myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;I learn a lot as I go through my life. I was talking to one of my close friends who I used to date before. It was good to know why he didn’t want to marry to me in the pat. It was so informative I decided to write it down. This is what he told me:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;Although Tarkhoon thinks being energetic is a plus, for him is a minus and bothers him." &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;He then added he doesn't like it when he talks about different  issues  w. me, because we don't think in the same way and that i see another point of view and tell him about it, makes him angry that why he didn't see it himself!!!! that is why he doesn't like me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt; It was good to know these things. Because I always thought it is great to be close to someone who can always see other points you don't, in this way u guys will complete each other. But he wants to be the god and be the only one who knows the stuff!!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;It was good to know how he thinks about what I call them positive values! I was hurt but I feel better now, because&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can see I would never have been appreciated by him even if I was helping him!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-3903948824955116109?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/3903948824955116109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=3903948824955116109' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/3903948824955116109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/3903948824955116109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2009/09/short-note-for-myself.html' title='a short note for myself'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-499808646196085524</id><published>2009-06-23T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:00:02.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neda.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;نگاهم نكن ، نگاهت آتشم ميزند&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;03:38 ، نوشته شده توسط احمد باطبي يكشنبه ، 31 خرداد 1388&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/01428/iran_1428170c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 460px; height: 288px;" src="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/01428/iran_1428170c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;تو را به جان عزيزت اينطور نگاهم نكن . نگاهت آتشم ميزند . نفسم را ميگيري ، خفه ميشوم . نگاهم نكن . نگاهت تمام&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;زندگي ام را به آتش ميكشد عزيز.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;يعني چه ؟ خدايا يعني چه ؟ خدايا كجايي پس ؟ چرا هر وقت نيازت داريم ناپديد ميشوي؟ مگر نه اي ن كه ميگفتي رحمان و&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;رحيمم ، مگر نمي گفتي يار مظلومان ودشمن ستمگرانم ؟ چرا وقت نياز نابينا ميشوي ؟ 30 سال كافي نبود؟ كشتار دهه&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;شصت كافي نبود ؟ كشتار جنگ هشت ساله كافي نبود؟ كشتار 18 تير كافي نبود ؟ چشمت را باز كن ، اگر آزمايشي بود&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;كردي ، اگر مصلحتي بود انجا م دادي ، اگر دور انديشي بود داشتي ، امروز ميبيني به اسم تو كشتار ميكنند ، نگذار باور كنم&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;كه نماز جمعه رياكاران را بر آسفالت خونين خيابان ، بيشتر از نگاه مظلوم اين دختر دوست داري . هر وقت نيازت داشتم&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;نبودي . من بد . اين دختر معصوم هم من بودم كه راضي شدي د ر آغوش پدرش جان بدهد ؟ پس اگر فردا وجودت را به&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;ناسزا كشيدم گله نكن.. .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs113.snc1/5125_93920544521_93919359521_1783606_6143151_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;تو را به عزيزت اينطور نگاهم نكن . نگاهت آتشم ميزند.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;عزيزم كاش وقت رفتن چشمانت را ميبستي...آخر آخرين نگاهت جانم را ميسوزاند&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks Kaveh for sending this file to me with respect to Ahmad Batebi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;his article has written by Ahmad Batebi I am just translating it in English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;For god sake, don't look at me like this.... You look burns inside me. I feel suffocated. Don’t look at me. Your innocent look burns my whole life, dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Why? God! Why? Why whenever I need you, you disappear?Didn't you tell us, you are merciful and generous? Didn't we learn you support innocent oppressed people? Why are you blind whenever I need you? Thirty years under pressure wasn't enough? genocide on 60's wasn't enough? Open your eyes...8 years in war wasn't enough? killing students on 18th of Tir wasn't enough? God! if you are tactful, today your people are killing people under your name.if we were being examined, if was a policy, it is enouhg now. Don't let me believe you like hypocrite people in Friday prayer more than this innocent look. Whenever I need you, you weren't there. I'm a ba person, how about this girl. What was her guilt that she was killed in her father's hand. If I start t curse you from now on, don't blame me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Dear Neda, don't look at me like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Dear... wish you had close your eyes before leaving this cruel world..... your look burns my heart and soul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-499808646196085524?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/499808646196085524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=499808646196085524' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/499808646196085524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/499808646196085524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2009/06/neda.html' title='Neda.....'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-5364101330093787856</id><published>2009-06-21T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T02:01:10.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies</title><content type='html'>It's 5 a.m now... I was checking news about Iran untill now and suddenly in face book I realized my ex is in a relationship........... I'm already upset about Iran news and now seeing him in relationship... is the last thing I need to hear. GOD! does it really need to be like this, Isn't it enought that I am graduated  but  I don't have a job and I don't have money and my country is in a shit internal war and just now I need to know that my ex, who I can not stop thinking about him, is in a relationship??? Do I really have to...........................&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only good thing is I have this amazing supportive family... a valuable gift for which I thank god for it all the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-5364101330093787856?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/5364101330093787856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=5364101330093787856' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/5364101330093787856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/5364101330093787856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-flies.html' title='Time flies'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-5021062844818914743</id><published>2009-06-20T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:02:27.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is my friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-style:normalfont-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-style:normalfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; wish there were words to explain my feeling, my anger and my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-style:normalfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7g7Gln6hxfQ"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Neda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; " was killed today. I don't know her by name but I know her as a human, as a women, as a person who deserves to have basic human right. She was shot in today's Tehran  protest in such an tragic way while she was styanding next ot his dad, watching the rally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-style:normalfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-style:normalfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I'm in Indianapolis now, a sate that is know to be racist and Iranian had a rally today! It happened in a peaceful way and at the end because of hot weather. Protesters went to sturbuck to have a coffee or something. I was there too.... I walked with them,  chanted with them, hold sings with and I also went to sturbucks with them, and all the time I was thinking I, we, am acting like "morafahin e bi dard" ( Farsi expression =sarcastic for that level of society who have the highest level of life and poverty, other's peoples problems are undefined for them). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-style:normalfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Neda and my other brothers and sisters are being injured/killed miles away and I am here, after one hour walking and chanting, running to sturbuck to get mocha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-style:normalfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-style:normalfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I am deeply upset for all the story happening in Iran. I am upset because of leaders have internal problems and now they can not salve their problem and they are using poor and innocent people to demonstrate their power to each other.  All these people are being killed because of a dirty plitical game.... But is it fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-style:normalfont-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I follow news 24/7, I am worried, so worried and I reallypray, from the bottom of my heart that this internal war finishes soon,otherwise we are going to loose tones of people over and over again.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-5021062844818914743?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/5021062844818914743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=5021062844818914743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/5021062844818914743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/5021062844818914743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-is-my-friend.html' title='Where is my friend'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-4532761607207095961</id><published>2009-06-16T18:03:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:13:45.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SjhCjHkjcLI/AAAAAAAAA2A/PDiUHRhDj30/s1600-h/peaceful_demonstrations_for_protest_30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SjhCjHkjcLI/AAAAAAAAA2A/PDiUHRhDj30/s200/peaceful_demonstrations_for_protest_30.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348097728597684402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse;  font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Date: Wednesday, June 17, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Time: 5:00-8:00pm&lt;br /&gt;Location: Rittenhouse square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tomorrow is going to be a protest in my city.... I'm going too... Not that is going to change anything.... I acutally feel it is a little redicious.... people at my age are being injured,shot and killed and I am here, going to protest in such a nice and safe area in my city without anyone to bother me or even tell me "balaye cheshet abroo e"( farsi expression = no one can tell a single word to me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hoping tomorrow is going to be a better day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-4532761607207095961?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/4532761607207095961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=4532761607207095961' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/4532761607207095961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/4532761607207095961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2009/06/date-wednesday-june-17-2009-time-500.html' title=''/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SjhCjHkjcLI/AAAAAAAAA2A/PDiUHRhDj30/s72-c/peaceful_demonstrations_for_protest_30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-6750251601750122134</id><published>2009-06-15T21:29:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:31:53.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>strike...protest...rally...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Lycus;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;thanks for asking... so far, every one I know is alive and good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I was talking to my mom and she was telling me it reminds her of Revolution time, back in the days.... I could hear her deep voice when talking to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse;  font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Obviously I am not happy of what's going on in Iran, I am deeply upset and can hardly focus on my job, but at the same time it is good that it happened, I didn't expect it to happen in such a huge scale and that fast. all people in my country is going through has a happy ending, because I'm not knowledgeable enough to solve all these dirty and complicated political equations and guess what will happen at the end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q-mhvsPG1mc"&gt;Watch this amazing sad story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/ext/share.php?sid=88109418729&amp;amp;h=4_k7H&amp;amp;u=PhdjR&amp;amp;ref=nf"&gt;Abtahi, Khatami's previous counselor and Karobbi's  current counselor was arrested today&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-6750251601750122134?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/6750251601750122134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=6750251601750122134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/6750251601750122134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/6750251601750122134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2009/06/strikeprotestrally.html' title='strike...protest...rally...'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-8224012007091076921</id><published>2009-06-12T19:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T19:30:31.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kashk</title><content type='html'>I feel like we all being humiliated. whatever we have done for the past few weeks, was kashk(=farsi expression means basically bullshit)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-8224012007091076921?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/8224012007091076921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=8224012007091076921' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/8224012007091076921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/8224012007091076921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2009/06/kashk.html' title='Kashk'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-7131437497982772446</id><published>2009-06-12T17:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T17:24:23.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>I'm mad ,furious and don't wanna follow the news every second, it's 8.20 pm and looks like, a.n is winning and I AM MAD MAD MAD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-7131437497982772446?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/7131437497982772446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=7131437497982772446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/7131437497982772446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/7131437497982772446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-815522232895307907</id><published>2009-06-12T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T14:52:41.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5.50 pm : so far true or false A.N is ahead :( a.N= 10, MM=4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-815522232895307907?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/815522232895307907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=815522232895307907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/815522232895307907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/815522232895307907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2009/06/5.html' title=''/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-920053792433728901</id><published>2009-06-11T20:34:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:07:02.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me, election and being fucked up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i40.tinypic.com/bh0tv4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 456px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 421px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/bh0tv4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Dear Lycus, I LOVE the link. It was amazing:) Thanx and thanx and thanx. Thank you for the pictures too. This one specially goes well with my current situation:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.less than 24 hours before the election, the night that I should be excited( or anxious?) about tomorrow, instead I'm sad sitting on my love seat ,having my laptop on my belly typing nonsense. for the past week ,most of the time I was reading the news ,posting stuff on face book about election, and talking to people about it. We planned for tomorrow, where we are going to vote is close to Iranian restaurant so we are all going there for kabob,vote and gathering!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm worried for election's result and I have been discussing about it for the past week with every single person who seems educated and cultured. My last discussion was with my ex,who is American by the way, and he is the smartest person I have ever seen (and obviously sexy for me!). He is a lawyer and I love talking to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you guess why I am upset now? Because for the past three weeks I was negotiating with myself to go and offer him to get back together (not that he would accept it for sure, but I could try it.) and I waited and Waited until tonight that he told me he has been seeing someone!!! and you can imagine who shocked I was and obviously I said I'm happy for him and lab lab lab lab..... But in reality I wasn't. specially because I have this feeling this relationship is gonna work out! and the funny part is it all happened when I told him I had a dream about him last night and that he was with other girls and one of them was blond and he said actually I'm dating a blond!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SWEET!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so it's me now, being emotionally fucked up, graduated and don't have a job, then sitting here and thinking about my country and stupid election! We Iranian girls.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cross fingers for tomorrow ,however "man ziad khoshbin nistam!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-920053792433728901?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/920053792433728901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=920053792433728901' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/920053792433728901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/920053792433728901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2009/06/me-election-and-being-fucked-up.html' title='me, election and being fucked up!'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/bh0tv4_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-8547269276647447786</id><published>2009-06-01T12:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T12:32:29.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>green or not green?</title><content type='html'>Should I go green or not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-8547269276647447786?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/8547269276647447786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=8547269276647447786' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/8547269276647447786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/8547269276647447786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2009/06/green-or-not-green.html' title='green or not green?'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-8257600029089996553</id><published>2009-04-26T13:18:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T13:34:38.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Messed up mind!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.defensetech.org/archives/mind_control.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="http://www.defensetech.org/archives/mind_control.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a long not that happy weekend with lots of arguments, being close to 30years old crisis, and all these different people around me with different attitude and every thinglese,not havinga stable job, the prsentation I have to make for my class, a project I haven't done yet,..... I am sitting in Borders now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the early morning I had been having not a pleasant conversation with my ex boyfriends!! and all of them in one day!!! Probably because it's close my Birthday!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sitting in front of my computer, looking at the monitor, radiojavan is singing but I really don't pay attention to it. I'm deeply thinking. some one tab on my shoulder, it's a girl telling me" exuse me we were thinking maybe you didn't notice..... "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG! I am wearing headphone and I thought I am listening to the music through headphone but the reality is the headphone is connected to the wrong inlet and the whole people were listening to the Abjeez song not with normal volume, but as loudest as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sooooooooooooooooooo embarrassed , Me, as a drama queen , with all these useless emotional events happening in my life now, was deeply soaked in my thoughts that didn't even noticed I'm not listening to music through headphone:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my worsete B-day week ever!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-8257600029089996553?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/8257600029089996553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=8257600029089996553' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/8257600029089996553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/8257600029089996553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2009/04/messed-up-mind.html' title='Messed up mind!'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-1228975765486424314</id><published>2009-04-25T07:43:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T08:19:33.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME FLIES.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.remediosvaro.biz/Time-Flies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 405px" alt="" src="http://www.remediosvaro.biz/Time-Flies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and I'm still standing here, thinking about the past. living in presence, building the future....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering about all people in my life, the girls, the guys....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about love in different situations.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about the guys who I like them sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much and I love to have their friendship but can't have it because they start to develop feelings for me and they have to remove me from their lives because the have GF,beloved ones and wives....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am standing here and thinking about my last night conversation which took me 160min with one of my favorite guy friends who I love him so much. It took me 160minutes to come to this point, we can't be friends anymore because whenever he is with me, he talks to me, hangs out with me.... then he doesn't feel like to to talk to his girl friend anymore, that he becomes cranky and not in the good mood for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn''t have any option but to respect his decision and accept what he wants from me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still standing here, living in presence, thinking about two nights ago, when my date was at my place.... such an awkward situation, I couldn't see any bonding between us... I couldn't see "the chemical", in fact I couldn't see anything. But no I am wrong I could see so many things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see my dating is not going anywhere and I have to break up. I could see I have so much happiness when I am with my other guy friend who I am forbidden to talk to him my presence is ruining his relationship with his girlfriend. I could see I am sleeping in my bed with my date and he is more like a friend to me than a date and I couldn't see any sexual attraction between us. So weird and I could see how I love to hug my forbidden guy friend and spend time with him from the bottom of my heart.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies, I'm still standing here, looking at my presence, thinking about  the past and trying to buid the future.... I'm  still wondering when is the time for right person to show up and save me from being drama queen all the time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday is my birthday and I am not in the mood of doing aynthing .... that is the first time in my life that is happening. what has happened to me. am I still that girl who had birthday week, so wanted to be happy for the whole week and celebrate every single moments of her life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now at the edge of being close to 30, I'm standing here alone by myself, without any job, any permament partner and any clear plan of what I am going to do in the future( did I mentioned I will graduate in 3 weeks and my defence was on Thursday?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's better for me to leave now, go to Borders and making my presentation ready for my next week class....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-1228975765486424314?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/1228975765486424314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=1228975765486424314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/1228975765486424314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/1228975765486424314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-flies.html' title='TIME FLIES.....'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-4344394344411116491</id><published>2009-04-18T23:22:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:43:22.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vicky Cristina Barcelona</title><content type='html'>mY UNDERSTANDING AFTER WATCHING THE MOVE:&lt;a class="l" onmousedown="return rwt(this,'','','res','2','AFQjCNHuCqyWRyqogTs8f_2a6CUmtTPMew','')" href="http://www.vickycristina-movie.com/"&gt;Vicky Cristina Barcelona&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;"We see the world, the way we want to not the way it really is and this the cinflict whihc makes it livable and challenging."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-4344394344411116491?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/4344394344411116491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=4344394344411116491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/4344394344411116491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/4344394344411116491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='Vicky Cristina Barcelona'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-6312694999421609759</id><published>2009-03-28T12:41:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:54:17.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW nEW New</title><content type='html'>Recently mu life is full of new stories, new people, and experiences! My life is so busy now. Not comparable to last year. I like it, it's good for a while and for a single person. among all these new stuff, I know my self better and better, I also get to know people, get to know more about morality,love,hate and responsibility!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my personal life, the others part of my life go zz.....&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for better economy, a job and a brighter future:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-6312694999421609759?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/6312694999421609759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=6312694999421609759' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/6312694999421609759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/6312694999421609759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2009/03/deep-but-short.html' title='NEW nEW New'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-7657978830001518174</id><published>2009-03-07T15:40:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T16:00:41.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My kid stories</title><content type='html'>My little kid has gone to NY for Nowrus party with his friends. They insisted a lot ,I go with them but I didn't and now I regret!! Because it would be so much fun but i've to finish my thesis however I didn't so anything today, I just slept!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my kid so much and that's not right. ,Last night when we were in bed he said "Tarkhoon, I trust you , you are controlling our relationship, I don't want to fell in love w. you."&lt;br /&gt;It's difficult for me to look at his brown round amazing eyes and tell him ,I'm controlling everything, don't worry my little kid, nothing gonna happen and I can see he's developing his feeling and so do I.&lt;br /&gt;This morning when we woke up he said" Tarkhoon, I'm starting to fell in love w. you." I didn't say anything,tried to change the subject ,obviously he got upset and he objected" Tarkhoon, I said something meaningful and you just change the subject?&lt;br /&gt; I said" Azizam what would you like me to say. Obviously every girl like to here his partner says he has feeling for her and she will definitely respond him back, is that what you like to hear? Well no, so I don't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's an uncomfortable situation. I know the logical way is to end our relationship, switch to friendship, but it's me and I enjoy the way we are so much. I'm starting to get scared of getting older. He is so young and he is still has this pure soul that he can love without any condition, his pure feeling reminds me of my first boyfriend when I was 18. After him I couldn't find any one who is not only love me so much but showing his love without any condition and be ready for me anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely not let my children to get married late, that pure naive feeling won't be developed when u get older ,experienced and more mature.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-7657978830001518174?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/7657978830001518174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=7657978830001518174' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/7657978830001518174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/7657978830001518174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-kid-stories.html' title='My kid stories'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-3497086965932929158</id><published>2009-03-02T11:21:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:33:29.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my favorite kid</title><content type='html'>Did I say I enjoy being with guys with manly behavior? then why I so much enjoy being with this kid ,then? something more like the movie"The Reader" maybe.&lt;br /&gt;He's just soooooooooooooooooooooo cute and khastani I can't stop thinking about him. Another temprory love story for me. But hanging out w. him is full of fun and passion for me. i've never been w. this new generation with moohaye gel zadeye sikh,so khoshtip, so khos poosh,so.... good in bed!!&lt;br /&gt;You know what is so much different w/ being some one much younger? they are still pure, so untouched. they have a nice passion which makes me feel fresh. I admired his pure passionate soul last nite.&lt;br /&gt;Human is so complicated,specially women type when they are about to reach age 30!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-3497086965932929158?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/3497086965932929158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=3497086965932929158' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/3497086965932929158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/3497086965932929158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-favorite-kid.html' title='my favorite kid'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-2767569356579586208</id><published>2009-02-23T19:08:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:32:07.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like to be on top!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kentuckycandy.net/albums_4208c7db4d47eea24b739724bac7b54b/Cowgirl_Sex_Position.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 493px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 531px" alt="" src="http://kentuckycandy.net/albums_4208c7db4d47eea24b739724bac7b54b/Cowgirl_Sex_Position.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met one of my neighbors through these gathering in our complex. the first time we met in the gathering we start to talk since we both had the exact same cell phone! and we ended up betting on something which I won and he owed me a drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave him my email address to set the date for the drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously I was trying to be so polite and formal to avoid any misunderstanding(= I'm not interested in to him)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last Thursday, we went for a drink. my neighbor, who I'm gonna call him Mr. psychology, is 40 years old!, almost like my grandpa! had studied psychology for underground and social worker as master, got certification in dietitian and bar tending on Fridays!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, he told me he's good at knowing people and stated to tell me about my self, I insisted, and the first thing he mentioned was I'm such a polite person, through my emails he realized that. God! that was the first time I was being called polite in US. Good, so my writing is not bad after all :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the one hour 15minture, conversation I was trying to be polite, avoiding any misunderstanding and ,giving clear hints to make sure he understand I'm not interested in dating him at all, just looking for a friendship :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner he left he table for few minutes to add some quarters to parameter . We were sitting on the second floor in the restaurant which was crescent shape, which allowed you to have a good view of the people sitting on the first floor.I was observing people sitting on the first floor and got excited about it, that I'm above them , I can see them and they can't and I felt like I'm a ogre, looking at midgets, I got exited and wanted to share my feeling w. him, tell him that what a exciting feeling is that sitting above these poel and as apparently I got over excited and translated exactly from Farsi to English, the moment he was back I just shouted " I like be on top!" instead of I like to be above. The Second I said it ,I blushed and hide my face with my hands. H e was laughing his ass off . It was one of those rare moment in my life I got embarrassed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you don't know I like to be on top means: position girl in on top in sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess you can image ,the rest of the night, he was messing with me thewhole night,relating every thing with me being on top! and it all happened whe nour last conversation was about cheating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when we was dropping me of said" it was a good night, I really enjoyed and now we know about your favorite positions!!" I was about to say " nononon, it's not my favorite position at all:(" but didn't :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-2767569356579586208?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/2767569356579586208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=2767569356579586208' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/2767569356579586208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/2767569356579586208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-like-to-be-on-top.html' title='I like to be on top!'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-2396787983608422279</id><published>2009-02-22T16:22:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T19:33:33.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Oscars in cafe`</title><content type='html'>Tarkhoon is in the cafe`, trying to study the most boring subject"microscopy" but insread she's waiting for the Oscars to start. As if she watches it, the fact that this boring difficult subject exam is on next week will change!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-2396787983608422279?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/2396787983608422279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=2396787983608422279' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/2396787983608422279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/2396787983608422279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2009/02/oscars-in-cafe.html' title='The Oscars in cafe`'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-1842860276893195040</id><published>2009-02-20T05:54:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T05:56:58.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A polite girl!</title><content type='html'>Last nite, I was out w. one of my new neighbors and I messed up badly in a funny way.I was laughing my ass off!!!(excuse the language:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell u later and you'll love it ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-1842860276893195040?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/1842860276893195040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=1842860276893195040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/1842860276893195040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/1842860276893195040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2009/02/polite-girl.html' title='A polite girl!'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-1192970270914505695</id><published>2009-02-12T07:17:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T07:24:02.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My news</title><content type='html'>My complex, where I live , is going to have a zumba fitness class!! I didn't know what it is either apparently it's a Latin dance! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L7R5z1pJZmU"&gt;check it out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I still don't have plan for Saturday:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My best friend,Mr M., coming back from Iran and this time he's married! Can you image your best friend get married in diar e ghorbat and you suddenly miss u BFF, ur brother sometimes ur boy friend! friend all at once !! it's so awful .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm waiting for a miracle to happen this weekend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I haven't found any job yet and don't know what I'm going to do. Thanks God  I've a brother to take care of me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I went to Meditation class for the first time in my life. Our teacher said close your eyes and very 5 minutes she said concentrate!! God Damn it, if I could concentrate what the hell I would need to come to your class!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm going to &lt;a href="http://www.walnutstreettheatre.org/season/streetcar.php"&gt;STREETCAR NAMED DESIRE  &lt;/a&gt;play and excited about it. This is my first play experience in US!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Worst job in the world: writing thesis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-1192970270914505695?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/1192970270914505695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=1192970270914505695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/1192970270914505695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/1192970270914505695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-news.html' title='My news'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-1918638595883645690</id><published>2009-02-08T20:12:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:17:29.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>V-day</title><content type='html'>Third Valentine's day is coming and I'm still the little single women without any official date or serious relationship! I do believe in miracles. so do you thing is it possible that a miracle happens and I will be out next Saturday night w. a lovely man?&lt;br /&gt;:)) Tarkhoon never  stops dreaming and I thinks that's what makes our life interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to real life, job hunting and data analyzing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-1918638595883645690?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/1918638595883645690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=1918638595883645690' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/1918638595883645690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/1918638595883645690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2009/02/v-day.html' title='V-day'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-7354168119365821003</id><published>2009-01-26T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:58:02.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thank Godnthe when I don't get the situation. khoda ghashng khar fahmam mikoneh :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-7354168119365821003?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/7354168119365821003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=7354168119365821003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/7354168119365821003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/7354168119365821003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-thank-godnthe-when-i-dont-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-6743651027303348262</id><published>2009-01-24T23:31:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T07:40:36.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamy drem</title><content type='html'>and times flies and here i am with nothing in my hands and a huge hope in my heart, one day some one will come and pick me up from park towne, where i live, and dropp me off in a luxury house, where I will be offered a perfect job with simulating benefits and a dedicate husband having a written thesis in his hands!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-6743651027303348262?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/6743651027303348262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=6743651027303348262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/6743651027303348262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/6743651027303348262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreamy-drem.html' title='Dreamy drem'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-102968733043957274</id><published>2009-01-23T12:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T12:47:31.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thesis</title><content type='html'>The worst tast I've ever done in my life:&lt;br /&gt;WRTING THESIS! AND GOD I HATE IT :(((((((((((((((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-102968733043957274?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/102968733043957274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=102968733043957274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/102968733043957274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/102968733043957274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2009/01/thesis.html' title='Thesis'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-3512677043728897284</id><published>2009-01-15T08:38:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T08:54:45.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why beautiful Women Cheat in never touching balls party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SW9mg4zIpyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rtK3nbN40As/s1600-h/never_touch_balls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291560802372331298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SW9mg4zIpyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rtK3nbN40As/s200/never_touch_balls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's how I celebrated my "never touching &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MOUSE'S&lt;/span&gt; balls party"(pay attention to mouse part, because it doesn't count for all the balls;) ).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did my last experiment on Tuesday and I am not doing any experiment anymore at all:) Can you believe that? Neither do I!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friends came over ans had a little party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm sitting in my office and a pile of  not-anlyzed data and I have to analyze all of them, analysing all these balls.... and I'm not in the mood for that . You know what I really like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to Florida instead!! with who? with some oen who has balls!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A funny newa: Today I read in newpaper about"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/scienceandtechnology/science/sciencenews/4227575/Beautiful-women-more-likely-to-have-affair-because-of-sex-hormone.html"&gt;Why beautiful Women Cheat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the answer:   attractive women's body produces more hormones and that makes them less satisfied with their partners. the research published in UK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who does count as beautiful women?" woem with symmetrica lface, low waist-to-hip ration and large breast had higher level of oestradial, a form of oestrogen found in the ovaries."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy I know why I'm so much into these stuff:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-3512677043728897284?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/3512677043728897284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=3512677043728897284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/3512677043728897284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/3512677043728897284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-beautiful-women-cheat-in-never.html' title='Why beautiful Women Cheat in never touching balls party!'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SW9mg4zIpyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rtK3nbN40As/s72-c/never_touch_balls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-7788470251891276585</id><published>2009-01-04T09:23:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T09:36:36.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nazzy decides again</title><content type='html'>Well.... I don't when is the time for me to meet a guy who is willing to have a serious relationship, it has been 5 ears now that who ever I met is not ready to be commited. Probably it's sth wrong about me or the environment around me and it's getting even worse.&lt;br /&gt;Well it's me and my crazy life and I can't find a solution for it....:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-7788470251891276585?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/7788470251891276585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=7788470251891276585' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/7788470251891276585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/7788470251891276585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2009/01/nazzy-decides-again.html' title='Nazzy decides again'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-7175372983009338905</id><published>2009-01-02T22:01:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:07:37.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>............</title><content type='html'>One of the worst things in a relationship is being waiting.&lt;br /&gt;waiting is awful and it has always been my weakenss, I am not paiteint is some issues. I can't wait for days to see if he will call me or not. During the pat 10 years that I had bf.. I haven't really had a real discrete dating ,I usually jumped ti bf,gf step and now after 10 years, this little guy is playing these old games w/ me and I don't like it at all. I'm either going ot end this relation or this kind of behaviour sooon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singed by a mad upset lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-7175372983009338905?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/7175372983009338905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=7175372983009338905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/7175372983009338905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/7175372983009338905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='............'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-8946990528326697539</id><published>2008-12-30T23:07:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:11:45.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Button</title><content type='html'>This is the bset movie for now. I recommand it to every one;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809785152/video;_ylc=X1MDNzgyMDYzOQRfcgMyBGxkA2JsZARtcANsBHBvcwMxMDEEc2VjA3RibwRzbGsDb3BlbmluZ1Byb2R1Y3Rpb25QaG90b3MxMDE-"&gt;Benjamin Button&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried for the last 15min of the movie. The stort is unique and amazing. U won't notice the movie is actually 2hours,40min. The director has beautifully mixed everthing together. it's flawless...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-8946990528326697539?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/8946990528326697539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=8946990528326697539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/8946990528326697539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/8946990528326697539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2008/12/mr-button.html' title='Mr. Button'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-483483258518488948</id><published>2008-12-28T22:30:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:35:07.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking care of you</title><content type='html'>" You really really really know how to take care of a man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, maybe I know how to take care of a man but there are lots of other things that I can't do it. I can't give without expecting not to recieve. I can't not ask so much.and ?by now I know these"can't s "u sually ruin everthing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-483483258518488948?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/483483258518488948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=483483258518488948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/483483258518488948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/483483258518488948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2008/12/taking-care-of-you.html' title='Taking care of you'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-2176416509795492773</id><published>2008-12-20T00:34:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T00:57:49.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So close but so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/35/65937551_ab1612b517_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 637px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1002px" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/35/65937551_ab1612b517_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left his place early in the morning, after a light foreplay. They live so close. She didn't even need to use elevator but she did. one minute later when she got home,telephone rang. A deep voice announced that her interview had been postponed. next reaction was an immediate txt message to him just to tell him, her interview was canceled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hour later ....ding ding ding ding. the txt message reply appeared on her cell phone"you should have come back when it was canceled, I'll hold you here next time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-" you can hold me tomorrow night after the movie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--"SO close but so far." That was his last answer, a pale smile appeared on her face what a deep nice phrase sometimes a day is so far for us ,however a month seems too early to start some tasks.. life is always complicated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-2176416509795492773?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/2176416509795492773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=2176416509795492773' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/2176416509795492773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/2176416509795492773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-close-but-so-far.html' title='So close but so far'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-4067527054388646977</id><published>2008-12-19T11:39:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T12:42:53.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taste of Americans</title><content type='html'>hmmmmmmm,&lt;br /&gt;It was so yummy. I always like to do thing in different order just to feel like I am not copying others. and that's how it hap pend that before my first official date, he was already in my bed!(no sex involved yet)&lt;br /&gt;So last night was our official date, and I enjoyed it so much, taste of dating an American guy is so sweet compare to Iranians...&lt;br /&gt;We went to nutcracker show and he had bought the best seat ,which was expensive obviously, then show was amazing, I love it, I have never seen live ballet before, it was something. then we went to a very nice restaurant, since I live Mexican food, the surprising restaurant was a very nice Mexican restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;I think he payed around 400 bucks last night and I felt a little bad, since he is student too and it was really too much for a night and he is not rich !!!&lt;br /&gt;Well. s my brother says he is trying so hard to impress me  and the reason is he thinks I'm the prettiest girl he has ever seen and he admires my beauty every ten minutes( in average!). I have 2 very pretty attractive cousins,they are amazingly pretty and he saw their picture and said" how does it feel to be the prettiest girl in your family!!!"&lt;br /&gt;So impressing process is beyond my imagination now.&lt;br /&gt;I think Iranian guys thinks if they admire their Gf, they gonna loose their pride or admiring someone means they are so much interested in that person and I and they won't be man enough, every human needs to be admired, respected and be loved, I wish Iranian guys would understand this issue. I was talking to one of my Iranian guy friends and his believe was if you tell Iranian girl how pretty she is, she gonna leave you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, these are my observation so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-4067527054388646977?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/4067527054388646977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=4067527054388646977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/4067527054388646977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/4067527054388646977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2008/12/taste-of-americans.html' title='Taste of Americans'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-2407543999340797868</id><published>2008-12-15T20:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:37:33.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumping</title><content type='html'>Did I tell I want to stop the time on Mondat night?&lt;br /&gt;That was a big mistake. I want to jump to Tuesday night now!! how about that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-2407543999340797868?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/2407543999340797868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=2407543999340797868' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/2407543999340797868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/2407543999340797868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2008/12/jumping.html' title='Jumping'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-8868477092828827043</id><published>2008-12-15T12:19:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T12:29:44.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am screwd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mvbigflea.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/excited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 681px; height: 547px;" src="http://mvbigflea.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/excited.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;k, here is my condition right now.&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I have problem with scaling my data, no body can help me. Result= I"m far away from being graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I couldn't find any job. The only option I have is going back to Atlanta and work where I worked during summer as intern but I don't like this city at all :(. Conclusion= I'm jobless&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I am stuck in writing thesis and it is very very awful stuation. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Tota lconclusion= I am screwd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;shiny spot: I"m getting to know one of my neighbors who seems to be very intersted in me!! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion= I am excited about him&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;in sumamry:  I am screwd+ I am excited = &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am excitingly screwd!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is my American life now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above pic is virtual picture of me while I'm excitingly screwed:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-8868477092828827043?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/8868477092828827043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=8868477092828827043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/8868477092828827043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/8868477092828827043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-screwd.html' title='I am screwd'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-7822337439872029377</id><published>2008-12-13T23:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:44:14.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>story series of ...</title><content type='html'>.... she wants to kills all the seconds till Monday night and then stop the time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-7822337439872029377?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/7822337439872029377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=7822337439872029377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/7822337439872029377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/7822337439872029377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2008/12/story-series-of.html' title='story series of ...'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-8143666531616227386</id><published>2008-12-09T22:19:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:32:10.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story teller</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blog4reel.com/cmfiles/image/bloggers/susan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" alt="" src="http://www.blog4reel.com/cmfiles/image/bloggers/susan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've a story to tell, one of those that's from my mind but interesting enough to be narrate. Now it's 1.30 a.m! and I can't belie ve I've been sitting on my love seat for an hour now, doing nothing but ruminating my thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll tell the story later...when I was in the moode of writing..really soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-8143666531616227386?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/8143666531616227386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=8143666531616227386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/8143666531616227386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/8143666531616227386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2008/12/story-teller.html' title='Story teller'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-3726134750066562398</id><published>2008-12-05T13:26:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T14:05:29.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oooooooffffff, Being a girl sometime is good and sometimes is bad, whenever I'm not in a good mood i can relate it to period,whihc i believe is one of the main reasons and today is one of those days that I"m terribly down and i wish i was some where difference or ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-3726134750066562398?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/3726134750066562398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=3726134750066562398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/3726134750066562398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/3726134750066562398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2008/12/oooooooffffff-being-girl-sometime-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-7344078858296035585</id><published>2008-11-23T14:47:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T14:51:56.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>songs,songs,songs....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000BOH8XW.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 495px" alt="" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000BOH8XW.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH! Baby when u talk like that, every woman goes mad............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; is my favorite song and the other one is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://purplegreen.abstrakt.ch/blog/pics/maroon5cd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://purplegreen.abstrakt.ch/blog/pics/maroon5cd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I was so high I didn't recognize ..."by maroon5&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-7344078858296035585?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/7344078858296035585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=7344078858296035585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/7344078858296035585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/7344078858296035585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2008/11/songssongssongs.html' title='songs,songs,songs....'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-413004190826395882</id><published>2008-11-10T20:46:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:53:32.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GHAHR</title><content type='html'>I have never "ghahr" w/ anone, being mad or sad ,yes but stop talking or not answering the phone or all these weird things that people do, no, it's not part of Tarkhoon's soul.&lt;br /&gt;Following of some events in my life ,I decided to "ghahr", since I realized my friend doesn't know the value of our friendship due to my mistake that I've been available too much.&lt;br /&gt; God damn, this "ghahr" thingy is so difficult but feels damn GOOD, specially when I see my friend's cell number on my cellphone and I simply ignore it.( thanx 2 technology, I can c who is calling :) )&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But 2 B honest, I'm not a "ghahr " material person, can't do it though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-413004190826395882?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/413004190826395882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=413004190826395882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/413004190826395882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/413004190826395882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2008/11/ghahr.html' title='GHAHR'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-1602365490850466739</id><published>2008-11-08T10:53:00.009-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T11:05:38.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Location: where I live</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRXi42z0ZMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Cpl9h92KCEg/s1600-h/HOMAIRA+IN+PHILLY+Oct2008+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRXi42z0ZMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Cpl9h92KCEg/s200/HOMAIRA+IN+PHILLY+Oct2008+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266364805693072578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRXgOfr231I/AAAAAAAAAFc/tk478ZQu6uc/s1600-h/HOMAIRA+IN+PHILLY+Oct2008+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRXgOfr231I/AAAAAAAAAFc/tk478ZQu6uc/s320/HOMAIRA+IN+PHILLY+Oct2008+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266361878907903826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRXgU8oUO1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/iOp7Zd3PQYM/s1600-h/HOMAIRA+IN+PHILLY+Oct2008+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRXgU8oUO1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/iOp7Zd3PQYM/s200/HOMAIRA+IN+PHILLY+Oct2008+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266361989756894034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       Tarkhoon is somewhere here, between these leaves. She is lost in nature not the pure version of it, the one that is mixed with bus rout38, orange line septa and Ben Franklin Pkwy. somewhere close to infinity.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Fragile herb, is waiting for a knight with brown horse to pick her up from the ground.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Is this what she want?&lt;br /&gt;What she wants the most is to finish her Thesis asap. defend and go on a long trip....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-1602365490850466739?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/1602365490850466739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=1602365490850466739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/1602365490850466739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/1602365490850466739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2008/11/tarkhoon-is-somewhere-here-between.html' title='Location: where I live'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRXi42z0ZMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Cpl9h92KCEg/s72-c/HOMAIRA+IN+PHILLY+Oct2008+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-8573744069554698094</id><published>2008-11-06T18:04:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T18:45:24.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm mad mad mad mad mad. Mad @ myself, :1. Why I watse my time for trivial things instead of put my ass done write my thesis.&lt;br /&gt;2. Why I just can't get over him? I hate when he acts like I'm kanneh(tick, not having the same meaning in american expression of course) and he is Mr world,... GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. I hare hate hate to be emotional I hate not to have boy friend, i hate I haven't done my last specific aim in my thesis and my advisor doesn't know and I hate my situation and I hate him and his future wife and I hate I was rejected and my pride is BROKEN and I wish it was  June 2009.( I choose June becasue I like summer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate everything and the reason is it's close to my period and :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mad at everything at myself why i can't put my ass down and write ,&lt;br /&gt;2. why i can't find a job&lt;br /&gt;3. why i didn't talk about my specific aim w/ him&lt;br /&gt;4. why there  is no damn guy who wants to date me and feel like sth is wrong w/ me probably&lt;br /&gt;5. why I can't push time back to 6 months ago&lt;br /&gt;6. why I have feeling for s.b who treats me like a shit and still i have feelings .&lt;br /&gt;7. why i waste so much time&lt;br /&gt;8. why why why why and all these whys made me crazy 2nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-8573744069554698094?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/8573744069554698094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=8573744069554698094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/8573744069554698094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/8573744069554698094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-mad-mad-mad-mad-mad.html' title=''/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-8704949024833463977</id><published>2008-11-04T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T16:08:02.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I became Tarkhoon</title><content type='html'>I'll explain about it later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-8704949024833463977?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/8704949024833463977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=8704949024833463977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/8704949024833463977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/8704949024833463977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-i-became-tarkhoon.html' title='Why I became Tarkhoon'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-509280604515361017</id><published>2008-10-28T12:31:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T12:44:14.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Has it ever happened to you that you have done sth good for some one to make him happy and you are scared to tell him?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.highton-ridley.co.uk/monochrome/images/emotional-blackrail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 373px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 550px" alt="" src="http://www.highton-ridley.co.uk/monochrome/images/emotional-blackrail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has it ever happened to you that you have done sth good for some one to make him happy and you are scared to tell him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm mad, mad @ myself. Why I do care so much about my friends? Why I want to make them happy and then they act in the bad way that I"m frightened to tell them what I had done for them... and when I do the simply don't appreciate it. People are crazy sometimes, I'm crazy too. I should let them go and have their own life, why do I care so much about them, because I love them? Because I love the min special way? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is so funny, that you being punished because you simply thought your friend is under pressure and you wanted to be a stress relief for him......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That what I am and till the end of this world I'm not ganna learn not to sacrifice myself for my friends, I'm emotional and sometimes I really hate it. I wish I was one of stone hearted person or may be the logical ones(that is much better) who will put themselves first and then the others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a boy friend few years ago, once we had a bad fight and he told me" Nazbaroon, I always take care of myself and think about myself first, because if I'm not well and all right I can;t be usefull for others and take care of them!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, he is right and I'm not ganna learn it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God damn it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sitting here in the lab, in front of the monitor, typing my emotions, instead of doing my project, this is called a real crazy out of mind girl..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only God can bless me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-509280604515361017?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/509280604515361017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=509280604515361017' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/509280604515361017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/509280604515361017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2008/10/has-it-ever-happened-to-you-that-you.html' title='Has it ever happened to you that you have done sth good for some one to make him happy and you are scared to tell him?'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-7455590282861116558</id><published>2008-10-16T21:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:48:12.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He claims, he believes, and he does it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SPgYkC10iWI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Wx7UTx6Rf-4/s1600-h/teens_in_love%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257979572472023394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SPgYkC10iWI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Wx7UTx6Rf-4/s320/teens_in_love%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;      The girl is tired, disappointed, and upset.&lt;br /&gt;It's always the destiny game. It looks like when sth has to happen, it will happen and it's out of her power. They were friends for so many years and she never realized how much she loves him and he... it looks like he was never brave enough to ask her out. May be he was frightened to hear NO or he was too proud of himself to take such a risk and date her. Whatever the reason was they had never officially dated and when she learned she is in love was so late, because he had already started to date some one, not here but overseas in his country where the sky is always blue and blossoms are always on trees. Where love is in the air and people’s hearts are warmer and they are more friendly together.&lt;br /&gt;          He claims he loves his girl friend. But she can't believe it or may be she doesn't want to believe it. How can he love someone in a month without even seeing her and just by talking on phone? Well, she knows something. The guy was tired of being alone and was looking for some one, whoever that person was. He had decided to love her! He is one of those logical guys with fixed ideas in his mind. When he decides to do sth, he would do it no matter what and now he had decided to be in love and get married and he literally doing it.&lt;br /&gt;     She can't even imagine him in wedding ceremony. She knows she has to face it but she is not ready for it yet. She has a feeling that says they will get married whether she likes it or not, whether she curses them twice day or not. So it's better just to stay away from him and let him foreplay w/ his GF and enjoy his life. There is always better chance on the way. It has been years now, she has been waiting for a better and she has gained a lot but not a lover....&lt;br /&gt;       She is leaning to the door, looking at him talking to his GF and his tone slowly changes to a sexy tone, she can't see well, her eyes are wet; she turns and runs to her office. Always better is on the way....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-7455590282861116558?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/7455590282861116558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=7455590282861116558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/7455590282861116558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/7455590282861116558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2008/10/he-claims-he-believes-and-he-does-it.html' title='He claims, he believes, and he does it...'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SPgYkC10iWI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Wx7UTx6Rf-4/s72-c/teens_in_love%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-1673260890556119875</id><published>2008-10-13T14:03:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T14:15:09.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my  brain is exploding agian and I'm upset</title><content type='html'>I'm tired, not physically, spiritually. I want to have a husband!(nakone fekr koni torshidam ha? Not yet ).&lt;br /&gt; Guess today is one of those days again. I'm period and just writing kos e sher(excuse the language please). Like other times, I waiting for God to turn round his Time machine, days pass faster and I can see where I am standing in February. Why Feb? Because I think by that time I have decided about my personal life probably. AAAAAHHHHH! God, it looks like this time I'm tired of adventurous life and I need to be stable at least be stable in boy friend. I’m tired of being a homeless sparrow wandering around looking for a net. L  God, would you please give me extra strength to put my ass down, do my thesis, don't think about anything else and wrap this up? I mean I'm 28 now, when I have to learn to realize what my priorities are and stick to them. I mean I just simply ignore them, OH! My God! Can you imagine how awful it is?&lt;br /&gt;God joon, joon e madaret help me finish my miserable situation somehow soon.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-1673260890556119875?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/1673260890556119875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=1673260890556119875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/1673260890556119875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/1673260890556119875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-brain-is-exploding-agian-and-i.html' title='my  brain is exploding agian and I&apos;m upset'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-2944428215942038361</id><published>2008-10-08T08:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:57:47.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness</title><content type='html'>nini is in a very good shol mode today:) she is enjoying her mode sooooooooooooo much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-2944428215942038361?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/2944428215942038361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=2944428215942038361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/2944428215942038361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/2944428215942038361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2008/10/happiness.html' title='happiness'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-8479398112972666415</id><published>2008-09-28T11:17:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T11:28:54.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Girl on the Coach!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q10/AnimeKitten523/LAZY_GIRL_ARI_by_B0RN_T0_DIE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q10/AnimeKitten523/LAZY_GIRL_ARI_by_B0RN_T0_DIE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How is the feeling when you are trying really hard to put your ass back on studying while the rain has just stopped and there is a very very nice weather ,sun shines and mild breeze moves your curtain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This feeling is the most awful one specially becasue you've decided to study from 10a.m and now it's 2.20p.m and you have not even started yet and you have meeting with your adviser @ 9a.m tomorrow morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless all lazy girls either on coach or bed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-8479398112972666415?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/8479398112972666415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=8479398112972666415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/8479398112972666415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/8479398112972666415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2008/09/lazy-girl-on-coach.html' title='Lazy Girl on the Coach!'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-8391564100942009132</id><published>2008-09-25T13:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T14:23:19.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a nice cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SNwBN4p-GeI/AAAAAAAAAD0/0aIus1O7yKE/s1600-h/DSCN1659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250072603665504738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SNwBN4p-GeI/AAAAAAAAAD0/0aIus1O7yKE/s320/DSCN1659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;The girl was looking at the houses' lights moving fast in front of her eyes, trying not to hear the voice of the other girl on the other side of the phone, talking to the guy who is driver. Thanks to the technology the cell phone speakers were so good.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;jooanm,jooan azizam,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;okey ducky, have a good day and did u forget to say sth?&lt;br /&gt;aha?&lt;br /&gt;a nice voice said: dooset daram&lt;br /&gt;and a harsh voice answered ,manam.&lt;br /&gt;The girl was still looking at the houses' lights but this time they were kind of blurry, looks like a delicate clear of salty water had covered her eyes. she swallowed her tears. It was really unbearable to see her love talking to his girlfriend happily and she is not his girl friend, she is just a good friend who has to wish good wished for him.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I want to get married in 4 months. The guy said.&lt;br /&gt;The girl was shocked. This time tried really hard to swallow her tears. Why? Are u sure about it? She asked.&lt;br /&gt;The guy explained in few sentences that he wants to marry her, bring her to US so that his wife can see how and where he lives and after his school finished they will go back to Iran. He wanted to make some sweet memories with his wife in this part of the world.&lt;br /&gt;The girls swallowed her tears for the third time and after a long pause expressed her fake feeling that how happy she is for him and what a nice decision.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Few hours later she was in her bed crying hard and cursing herself why she wasted all these years never told him how much she loves him and why wasted her life with some random guys who were around her just because she was sexy or full of life or maybe an entertaining doll for them.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This is just the start of the story, she sees him every day and hears his stories about his girlfriend and each story is like a cold sharp that scratches her soul. But she learned a very important lesson. She is learning how to be a good mom, now she knows what she has to teach to her future daughter about not to miss the opportunities and catch them at the time of arrival.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-8391564100942009132?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/8391564100942009132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=8391564100942009132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/8391564100942009132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/8391564100942009132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2008/09/nice-cut.html' title='a nice cut'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SNwBN4p-GeI/AAAAAAAAAD0/0aIus1O7yKE/s72-c/DSCN1659.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-6378742680462956546</id><published>2008-08-27T19:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:46:38.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sth old, sth new, sth borrowed, sth blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SLYNzljnn3I/AAAAAAAAADs/gpvb3KYMn8k/s1600-h/lonliness.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239390396398149490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SLYNzljnn3I/AAAAAAAAADs/gpvb3KYMn8k/s320/lonliness.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sth old, sth new, sth borrowed, sth blue. These are for things that an American bride should have for her wedding. OK, so when is the time for me to borrow my mom's necklace and wear my old earrings and...&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking tonight, why the last three boy friends I had hadn't planned to give me this chance to try my mom's necklace? Why? I really should reconsider my relationships. Perhaps I'm doing something wrong and I don't notice myself. Wondering what all of my friends have done that I haven't or reverse. I'm looking back, when I see my life path is looks like it's a hot noon now a cart with horses has just passed and I can still see the soil dust appeared as the horseshoes kissed the ground.&lt;br /&gt;So, why? It's night now and I can see shinny shinny stars in my life sky. Too bright to look at.&lt;br /&gt;It's morning. A spring morning, everywhere filled with aromatic flowers and shinny plants, birds are singing. I know, this is like everybody's life path, Full of everything. So where is my soul mate then? What is he was one of those guys that I had met in the past and I just passed without noticing he is the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes like tonight, I really get frustrated and I don't understand why they didn't want me to borrow my mom's necklace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-6378742680462956546?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/6378742680462956546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=6378742680462956546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/6378742680462956546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/6378742680462956546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2008/08/sth-old-sth-new-sth-borrowed-sth-blue.html' title='sth old, sth new, sth borrowed, sth blue'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SLYNzljnn3I/AAAAAAAAADs/gpvb3KYMn8k/s72-c/lonliness.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-7639677807576837283</id><published>2008-08-18T17:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T19:18:58.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused Version</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SKoZIF2VQaI/AAAAAAAAADk/RZFPQznFWQ8/s1600-h/confusion+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236025143571333538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SKoZIF2VQaI/AAAAAAAAADk/RZFPQznFWQ8/s320/confusion+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see this? It's my mind. The confused version of it! Well, I have been thinking about that cliché` subject; relationship and true love and... And my brain simply hanged! Whenever I think I have figured out the real meaning of love, it turns out that I was wrong. After 28 years old living in this crowded world, still I have not found a real love or even if I had found it, I didn't noticed! And simply have missed it probably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I am experiencing my beautiful prove of being a female and blooding like a shit (excuse the language), couldn't sleep last night because of its nice side effect like spasm all over my stomach and intestine, usual headache and waist pain. That's all because God has given me this opportunity to be fucked (excuse the language again), being pregnant and at the end have heaven under my feet! And for this reason I need to know what LOVE is and still goofing around!!!&lt;br /&gt;Akhe yeki nist be in God bege: maadaret khoob pedaret khoob, baba vel kon in adamhaye bad bakht ro. If they are made to find each other, have sex and make human. Why the hell they should go through the whole shitty process of finding a right person, breaking up, crying , being disappointed ,working so hard and then next case again, If the true reality of life is to find sb, why doesn't God say from the beginning, this is the person you have to get married, Why does he ask as to look for the right person in the whole world from this continent to another and sometimes we die, without even finding one. Not talking about these who find 3 or more and they still don't know which of them were true love, or if there has been any true love or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is my confused mind, it’s 9pm now, I’m sitting on my coach, drinking dough while my tears dropping in it and tired of everything. All I need is a hug who I can trust, put my head on his shoulder and close my eyes. May be I need my brother. Since none of my friends who have penis were not being able to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-7639677807576837283?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/7639677807576837283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=7639677807576837283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/7639677807576837283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/7639677807576837283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2008/08/confused-version.html' title='Confused Version'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SKoZIF2VQaI/AAAAAAAAADk/RZFPQznFWQ8/s72-c/confusion+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-3746237331045645333</id><published>2008-08-16T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T20:42:18.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unlimited love</title><content type='html'>They left and I'm still wondering how muchb I love them and how great they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-3746237331045645333?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/3746237331045645333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=3746237331045645333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/3746237331045645333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/3746237331045645333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2008/08/unlimited-love.html' title='unlimited love'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-3583542616248779303</id><published>2008-08-15T19:27:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T19:32:58.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>may be some other times</title><content type='html'>I have a story to tell, like the ones in the books. I'm so excited to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;I have been so excited for the past 5.5 hours but I'm too tired to write it now. &lt;br /&gt;This story will be interesting specailly for you Ali, since it's about the time we were together ,a person who had a vey important role in my life, I have never seen him but you saw him.&lt;br /&gt;I will tell the story later, when I was still so excited but not too tired to write.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-3583542616248779303?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/3583542616248779303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=3583542616248779303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/3583542616248779303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/3583542616248779303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2008/08/may-be-some-other-times.html' title='may be some other times'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-6958188898479179336</id><published>2008-08-09T09:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T09:28:23.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I learned something</title><content type='html'>I learned  something today.  What's the difference between being wise and being smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In myopinion; A wise person learns from experince,when  he messed up once learns not to do it second time.&lt;br /&gt;                         A smart person: when he messed up once, quickly think of a way how to clean it up and make every one happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened when I messed up @ work  badly yesterday, but today my booss thanked me to made him calm and found a good way to clean up the mess!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-6958188898479179336?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/6958188898479179336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=6958188898479179336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/6958188898479179336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/6958188898479179336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-learned-something.html' title='I learned something'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-6236457869093142064</id><published>2008-07-14T16:09:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T11:09:56.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>me in half louvre</title><content type='html'>So I went to high museum of art in Atlanta. It was louver exhibition and with lots of surprise they have 2 works form Iran.&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion : 1.I got so proud of being Iranian&lt;br /&gt;2. so embarrassed that my history knowledge is -0&lt;br /&gt;After a nice lonely walk I cam back home and to finish my day in the most useful way, deiced to go for swimming, it was around 10mp and around 10 American boys and girls were in the pool. Happily I joined them and they guys(not the girls of course!) asked me if I wanna play with them and of course my answer was Yes, after few minutes playing ,they asked me about my accent and where I am originally from.&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: They stopped playing with my after figured out I am Iranian.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I am still the same girl who is proud of being Iranian but looks like other people are not that proud of being playmate with an Iranian who has a strong precious history compare to their new country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SHvh3zOJJxI/AAAAAAAAADE/dHCmL2DXXIk/s1600-h/DSCN0987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223016541624805138" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SHvh3zOJJxI/AAAAAAAAADE/dHCmL2DXXIk/s320/DSCN0987.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;See how beautiful these marble breasts are !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SHvhQWhdp0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/xhxuQbegoNk/s1600-h/DSCN1006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223015863906314050" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SHvhQWhdp0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/xhxuQbegoNk/s320/DSCN1006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a photograph exhibition as well,four famouse American photographer. One of them had depicted the women strippers! it was wonderful. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jut have a close look on the guy's pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SHvjGPbEPYI/AAAAAAAAADU/RnI5GcQA6DY/s1600-h/0712081612%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223017889224998274" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SHvjGPbEPYI/AAAAAAAAADU/RnI5GcQA6DY/s320/0712081612%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SHvjWdWC1AI/AAAAAAAAADc/bc-lfTwA_QQ/s1600-h/0712081613%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223018167839937538" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SHvjWdWC1AI/AAAAAAAAADc/bc-lfTwA_QQ/s320/0712081613%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SHvjWdWC1AI/AAAAAAAAADc/bc-lfTwA_QQ/s1600-h/0712081613%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-6236457869093142064?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/6236457869093142064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=6236457869093142064' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/6236457869093142064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/6236457869093142064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2008/07/me-in-half-louvre.html' title='me in half louvre'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SHvh3zOJJxI/AAAAAAAAADE/dHCmL2DXXIk/s72-c/DSCN0987.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-7842309754067814667</id><published>2008-07-10T10:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T10:37:54.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a man in bra!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www2.victoriassecret.com/?cm_mmc=Google-_-VS%20Brand%20II_VS%20Brand-_-exact-_-victoria%20secret"&gt;Victoria secret&lt;/a&gt; has always been like a  heavon for lots of wemon with all these soft amazing bras and panties . I was there yesterday as they have their first semi annual sale, I just got my first paycheck and was looking for a gift for my mom. the nI saw a good looking guy digging in sale panties! looking for size large !!&lt;br /&gt;                                                Me: Your girlfriend is so lucky ot have such a boyfirned like you!&lt;br /&gt;                                                He(smiles): Oh! Yes&lt;br /&gt;                                                Me: Isn't it difficult for you....&lt;br /&gt;                                                He: Ho! I do it so many times,I know it 's difficult for guys to  come here&lt;br /&gt;                                               Me: Of course, But I meant digging in panties!It's such a mess here!!&lt;br /&gt;                                              He: OH! ye i'll giv eup in 5-6 min&lt;br /&gt; I left the store in 5 minus, while he was i nthe line for for all those beautiful gifts and I was wondering later why I didn't ask him if he has any other friend who likes to such gifts for girls!!&lt;br /&gt;by the way this stor yreminded me of one of my good friedns,Alireza, guess he knows why!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="sub2" href="http://www2.victoriassecret.com/clearance/index.cfm?rfnbr=4987" name="cue2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-7842309754067814667?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/7842309754067814667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=7842309754067814667' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/7842309754067814667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/7842309754067814667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2008/07/man-in-bra.html' title='a man in bra!'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-1171901547033859985</id><published>2008-07-08T19:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:00:04.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Her breast smells like Jasmine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/classics/persepolis/"&gt;Persepolise&lt;/a&gt; just finished I enjoyed this cartoon. How perfectly is was illustrated part of my childhood.Wish I had agrandma like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marjane_Satrapi"&gt;marjan&lt;/a&gt; not because she slip jasmine her bra everyday or hold her breast in cold water or 10minutes every night to keep its round shape,but for her strong supportive character . I also enjoyed the illustrations, wish I could do that!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-1171901547033859985?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/1171901547033859985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=1171901547033859985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/1171901547033859985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/1171901547033859985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2008/07/her-breast-smells-like-jasmine.html' title='Her breast smells like Jasmine'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-45068576858701751</id><published>2008-06-25T20:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T20:11:42.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>............</title><content type='html'>did I say I like gay movie? terribily wrong idea,  never watch &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0115741/"&gt;boyfriends&lt;/a&gt;, or u will waste ur priceless time, it was awful..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-45068576858701751?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/45068576858701751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=45068576858701751' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/45068576858701751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/45068576858701751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='............'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-1509018089654788388</id><published>2008-06-22T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:24:15.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lovianeh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Whenever I think about him, I just can’t keep from crying, Because he was a friend of mine,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished Brokeback mountains. I love this movie. How beautifully it takes to the deep love  with nature and songs without using words.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-1509018089654788388?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/1509018089654788388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=1509018089654788388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/1509018089654788388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/1509018089654788388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2008/06/lovianeh.html' title='lovianeh'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-798855486352155652</id><published>2008-03-19T22:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T22:51:18.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my weird saal tahvil</title><content type='html'>The Haftseen adorned with the following items: Sabzeh – wheat or lentils grown in a tray or dish prior to Norooz to represent rebirth Senjed – the dried fruit of the lotus tree which represents love Samanu – a sweet pudding made from wheat germ, symbolizing affluence Seer – garlic, representing medical remedy Seeb – apple, representing beauty and health Somaq – sumac berries, which represent the color of the sun rise Serkeh – vinegar, representing age and patience Sonbol – the hyacinth flower with its strong fragrance heralding the coming of spring Sekkeh – coins, representing prosperity and wealth Other items often added to the spread are: Shirini – sugar cookies and pastries Candles – representing enlightenment and happiness Mirror – representing the reflections of creation on the first day of spring Painted eggs – representing fertility Goldfish – representing life and the end of the Zodiac sign of Pisces Rosewater – thought to have magical cleansing powers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s 1:10 am and I’m sitting alone on my love seat, TV is making some noise, trying to attract my attention but I’m looking at something more important; my haft seen. I’m so proud of it, looks like a real traditional Iranian 7sin.&lt;br /&gt;But something is missing, I count the sins, one tow, three … there are 7 seens ,actually 8 seens. Yep ,… I found the missing item, it’s my partner!&lt;br /&gt;Well it’s kind of weird sitting on my apartment number 902 in North building where every morning, sun beams dazzles my eyes, I roll over in my queen table, my feet looking for another pair of feet but it’s nothing ,gone .or maybe it has never been there and it has always been my imagination to somebody’s head on my red pillows.&lt;br /&gt;Its even more weird that it doesn’t bother me. I’m sad that I’m alone sitting hear, waiting for Saal Tahvil, waiting more another saa. I talked to Hafez and he said unfortunately this year like all other year is loneliness, sorry dear talk to god instead! Gereftari shodim ha!&lt;br /&gt;In this continent, you experience all the things you were afraid of before and after that, you will find out they weren’t scary at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Saal tahvil shod! Hooorrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaa :) ( ne naghl az radio Farda) I just heard old people believe the candles on 7seen should be put off, it should burn till it is finished. Ok I let them burn as much as they want :)&lt;br /&gt;Happy New year to all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-798855486352155652?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/798855486352155652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=798855486352155652' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/798855486352155652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/798855486352155652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-weird-saal-tahvil.html' title='my weird saal tahvil'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-135028554652215892</id><published>2008-03-14T11:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T11:18:10.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not going to Zurich :(</title><content type='html'>I just come back from a nice lazy real vacation in Cleveland, my brother place. When i say real vacation literally means real, I was like a lazy girl sitting on the love seat the whole day watching TV :)&lt;br /&gt; I'm writing a short story about myself. One of my &lt;a href="http://alireza04.blogspot.com/"&gt;lovely old friend &lt;/a&gt;sent the link for me about an assay competition for Iranian American women student :) I didn't know writing story is that difficult, OH! my god and then I got so emotional while  writing about the part when I had an car accident ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was planning to go to Iran and stopover in Zurich to visit &lt;a href="http://alireza04.blogspot.com/"&gt;my lovely old friend&lt;/a&gt; ,but his Bad boss(!) is sending him to Germany for a mission exactly the time I was planning to visit him :( not even before or after  because it is football championship in Europe. Another reason why I don't like football! I got so sad and upset and all these words, but what can I do. May be there is maslahat in it!&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion : sometimes it's not good to plan everything in advance , it's better for let your Boss, God or other creaturs in higher position  decid for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-135028554652215892?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/135028554652215892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=135028554652215892' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/135028554652215892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/135028554652215892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-not-going-to-zurich.html' title='I&apos;m not going to Zurich :('/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-8743677636488900966</id><published>2008-03-02T20:57:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T11:44:12.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qualified boy friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a long time being away from Nazbaroon’s nature, finally I’d a chance today to be a real Nabaroon. My brother came over last night and we hade one of the most valuable Sundays ever. After a long talk we went to bed @ 3 , please pay attention I was cleaning my place for 3 hours and cooking ! The pleasant Sunday started with a yummy see food buffet’s in &lt;a href="http://thewaterworksrestaurant.com/main.cfm"&gt;Water Works &lt;/a&gt;restaurant close to where I live. Water has always fascinated me Since I was a kid. The restaurant is next to the river which I never learn its name, But I call it my river J. There are some beautiful boat house along the so called my river which I call them my chalky world because it is exactly like the city in Simon and chalky world , my childhood cartoon. Any way we went to old city, after breakfast. Old part of philly with old American format and those old streets covered with stones, lots of bar, clubs and art galleries. It just happened that we &lt;a href="http://www.virtualtourist.com/travel/North_America/United_States_of_America/Pennsylvania/Philadelphia-860659/Things_To_Do-Philadelphia-National_Liberty_Museum-BR-1.html"&gt;entered Natonal liberty museum&lt;/a&gt; and to mysurprise I foudn it so lovely and interesting .( just to mention it was free entrance:) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these little locolrful dotson the background are butterflies,when I pushed the bottom, they moved and those kids are made of&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jelly_beans"&gt; jellybeans&lt;/a&gt;. When I read the description on the right, I had a strange feeling, wondered I will no longer hate any one !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/R87yz52luPI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LRC4Y2P2HD0/s1600-h/0302081323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174339995412314354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/R87yz52luPI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LRC4Y2P2HD0/s320/0302081323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/R87yqp2luOI/AAAAAAAAACs/PE_D3euJXX4/s1600-h/0302081324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174339836498524386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/R87yqp2luOI/AAAAAAAAACs/PE_D3euJXX4/s320/0302081324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Finally spring break is coming and I'm going to Cleveland to see my lovely brother agian. OH God! I can't tolerate school anymore.Seriously I don't like to study. So excited for my future!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why? foew reasons:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt; : I'm going to Providance for a Northeatern BMES conferance and so excited, since this is the first time I have poduim presentation! Isn't itscary to talk infront of lots of pople for 15 mintues and 5 mintus for questions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;May &lt;/span&gt;: Coming back to Iran and stop over in Zurich to see my old lovely ex boy friend! whihc I'm soexcited for both&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;: Going ot Atlanta for a summer job .Whihcmeans new city, new friends, new culture and new project which I look forward to do it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gooyand" saali ke nekoost az baharahs paidast", I have strated &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt; with  lots of goon news, got green card, found a job in my first interview, attendent in p[oster competition, my abstract was accepted for poduim presentation. isn't it nice when stras shines , moon is circle and there isno cloud in your life sky?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Gof for everything , would you please send me a qaulified boy friend too? Thanks :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-8743677636488900966?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/8743677636488900966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=8743677636488900966' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/8743677636488900966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/8743677636488900966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2008/03/qualified-boy-friend.html' title='Qualified boy friend'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/R87yz52luPI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LRC4Y2P2HD0/s72-c/0302081323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-8792066052879277927</id><published>2008-02-15T20:51:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T07:23:33.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because of Valentine</title><content type='html'>Because of the valentine’s day,I rent a movie called “ &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Short_Film_About_Love"&gt;a short film about love&lt;/a&gt;”.,from &lt;a title="Krzysztof Kieślowski" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Krzysztof_Kie%C5%9Blowski"&gt;Krzysztof Kieślowski&lt;/a&gt; .It just finished and I love it , still listening to the music and it takes me to relaxing mood … to a place that I have never been there but I’m sure where ever it is ,it’s heaven. I’m in a very good mood now,leaning on my love seat, listening to the great music, while the background music is the voice of boling water singing in my pot ,( that's what I do in winter to have a humid weather in my place). Looking at my red nail polish fingrs moving almost rapidly on the black key board, typing my feeling s… even this rapid movements takes me to that so called heaven. It’s about a pure love without anytwithout any stain on it ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-8792066052879277927?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/8792066052879277927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=8792066052879277927' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/8792066052879277927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/8792066052879277927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2008/02/because-of-valentine.html' title='Because of Valentine'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-5611884050953066885</id><published>2008-01-31T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T20:41:38.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIV, The secret!</title><content type='html'>A&lt;strong&gt; good&lt;/strong&gt; news for my future husband (!?),&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have HIV ! I just had blood test, one of the billion steps of getting green card, and it turned out that I am healthy ! HOOORA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend of mine, has asked me to post the following, so plz and plz ,if u r reading it and you consider yourself as a weblog writer, help my friend to complete his research. God bless you all! Amin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A group of researchers at University of Nevada, Las Vegas, are investigating effects of Weblogs on “Social Capital”. Therefore, they have designed an online survey. By participating in this survey you will help researches in “Management Information Systems” and “Sociology”. You must be at least 18 years old to participate in this survey. It will take 5 to 12 minutes of your time.Your participation is greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;You will find the survey at the following link&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://faculty.unlv.edu/rtorkzadeh/survey" target="_blank"&gt;http://faculty.unlv.edu/rtorkzadeh/survey&lt;/a&gt;This &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;group has already done another study on Weblogs effects on “Social Interactions” and “Trust”. To obtain a copy of the previous study brief report of findings you can email Reza Vaezi at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:reza.vaezi@yahoo.com.v"&gt;reza.vaezi@yahoo.com.v&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Finally I watched the amazing movie ‘ The Secret ‘. I always believed about the “ attraction law”, just didn’t know the name of it. I watched it, enjoy it ,now know how to organize my scattered dreams and highly recommend it to every one , specially the naggers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.I just bought a very cute plastic flower! That is suppose to be 600% bigger than it’s usual size when it is kept in jar of water. I’m so excited about the whole thing and check it every hour although it says takes 10 days to reach its maximum size!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.what a great feeling is, when your ex, just appears ,doesn’t matter in real or virtual world, confesses that he had made a mistake and that he knows and will act differently in another time, another world, another continent !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Completely surprise to myself, I’m changing ! It has been 2 weeks that messy Nazbaroon, has kept her place clean and tidy, makes her bed every single day after she wakes up, wash all the dishes every night, hangs her cloths when coming back from work every evening, looking for conferences, jobs, opportunities,cooks,,,, how these big changes happened?&lt;br /&gt;First when I came to US, I was too fascinated by “ tahaajom e farhangie gharb: that I couldn’t concentrate on other parts of my life, or as my brother says on my priority. But now, I’m used to all these new stuff surrounded me , so more focuse on future and with the law attraction I’m going to be &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a rich ,happy successful manager living in dreamy house with my soul mate !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-5611884050953066885?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/5611884050953066885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=5611884050953066885' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/5611884050953066885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/5611884050953066885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2008/02/hiv-secret.html' title='HIV, The secret!'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-7377860510938569402</id><published>2007-08-14T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T16:05:54.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong Way</title><content type='html'>six years studying Metallurgy,which I hated it, and now 2 years studying bioenginner which I don't hate it but working for two months in this company prooved that I'm not a research type of person. Simply I can't. Agha joon doost nadaram zoor ke nist. My boss gave me 6 papers to read 3 months ago, time passed I'm leaving on friday and still  haven't read those papers, isn't it  a shame? Even I'm ashamed of my self. then when I think about coming back to philly again running experiment on animals which I really can not even do it properly makes  me feel  evenworse, as if this an endless night mare&lt;br /&gt;ye.... America is good, so good, you can choose your university, your major everything ... but it all depends on having money to pay your tution.&lt;br /&gt;Did I say i hate my boos here? he's just on my nerve every single as if he is here to tell me I'm not created to be a research person and he says it! He think I'm suitasble for management position! My Fantasy is to imagine myself in a management positio nof a company, which company? don't ask me cause I haven't decide yet.&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm in the lab, coating some PDMS channel for tomorro's experiment and trying to persuad myself reading these damn shit papers, sorry but it's afew days now i'm in a bad mood./&lt;br /&gt;I mean I 'm talkative as always and laugh and everythin gbut my inside.... is  terrible.&lt;br /&gt;It got to the peak whe nI hear my younger cousin is getting married. I got so so happy as if he is like my younger brother and we are close and when my mom was tellimg me the story of his "khastegari" I felt something heavy in my throat as i got so happy for him, but later when  I was thinkin about myself, 27 years has passed and what skill have I learned so far? nothing...&lt;br /&gt;Well I can find friend easily, we can call it  social skills which is inheritance from my lovely dad ,I can cook, inheritance from my mom! ,I can dance Iranian, but is it enoug h for a one to be satisfied of herself?&lt;br /&gt;I'll be graduate next year, God knows how , and then Ali mimooneh va hozesh. what should I do next? any body knows? can anyone help me? no no no no ....&lt;br /&gt;I still want to study art which is like a unreachable dream for me... but I don't wanna start from zero getting BS. and not any art school accepts me for graduate level in this condition.&lt;br /&gt;God I hate walking in this wrong way,  how long  Ishould  study what I'm not interested in it, I'm not talnted in it and I don't like it. Taaa kay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-7377860510938569402?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/7377860510938569402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=7377860510938569402' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/7377860510938569402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/7377860510938569402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2007/08/wrong-way.html' title='Wrong Way'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-5694991367601425800</id><published>2007-08-11T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T09:38:07.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zahra Amir Ebrahimi + Newsha</title><content type='html'>1.Completely by chance, what a good chance, I found Newsha's&lt;a href="http://xs-newsha.blogspot.com/"&gt; blog&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://alireza04.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alireza's&lt;/a&gt; comments.&lt;br /&gt;then I read the &lt;a href="http://xs-newsha.blogspot.com/search/label/DailY"&gt;following post &lt;/a&gt;from her. which I like it so much for some aspects and may be from different point of view and .Hope she doesn't mind if I copy her post here.&lt;br /&gt;دارم به این فکر میکنم که هر پسری توی قلبم جاش محفوظه .... هر کدوم توی یه کتگوری های مختلف دسته بندی میشن .. من نمیتونم فراموششون کنم . هیچکدوم رو .. دقیقا شنبه هفته پیش « پ » رو همین موقع ها دیدم ... کوروشی هم بودش تو اون کنفرانس که بودیم . همه برو بچ UK از صغیر تا کبیر بودن ...« پ » داشت حرف میزد ٬ اول نشناختمش ٫ چند ثانیه بعد فهمیدم که خودشه ... بدی کوروش اینه که منو گاهی به عنوان وسیله ازم استفاده میکنه واسه پز دادن و چسی اومدن که مثلا به اینو اون بفهمونه که نیوش دوست دختره منه ٬ من کوروش رو خیلی دوست دارم ٫ اما اگر بخواد احساسات کسی رو عمداً و با وجود من این جوری بشکونه و یارو رو خورد و خاکشیر کنه ٫ خوشم نمیآد و انصاف نیست ٫ در کل « پ » میدونه من با کوروش هستم ٬ این شکوندن و چه میدونم کَل و شاخ و شونه کشیدن مردونه آشغال فرم رو دوس ندارم ... حقیقت امر اینه که « پ » رو من دوس دارم به اندازه خودش ٬ در حد و Level خودش ٬ حتی اگر با هم حرف هم نزنیم ... خیلی چیزا هست بدون اینکه گفته شه ٬ بین اشخاص رد وبدل میشه ٬ حتی با یه خنده ... آره این جوریاست گاهی صد رد صد قلب کسی رو نمیشه ازش بگیری . تیکه تو جدا ٬ تیکه بقیه هم جدا ....&lt;br /&gt;It's right all the boys who have been in our life so far, have their won space, they might be shif from first floor to third floor but still they live in my heart building, I may put osme of them in storage and some of them in the beautiful silver photo frame or even take him out of frame dancing, laughing ,negotiating and even sleeping with him for a short period of time, for a few days forexample.but none of them has never left my heart completely, only their level has been changed. I know it will be bothering for some guys but that is the reality and we all have to learn to get along with.&lt;br /&gt; I was thinking some specific words like "loyalty,trust" has different definition to people and I was thinking the more time passes and I get older and perhaps more mature, the definition of these words are changing in my life and I like it this way.I can see I'm learning some stuff that we do at the time and for a while does not necessirily mean what people think from outside. well life is complicated, and sometimes it's good to share it with complicated version of people around you.&lt;br /&gt;Newshan thanx for ur great post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.My friends and I were sitting i nthe pool area last nigt, having girl talk. i don't know what happened we started talking about actor and actress and private life and we ended up in Zahra Amir Erihimi's sex movie! I've never watched it. So when I got home Google it ,I couldn't found that but I found a very artistic beautiful song and clip by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mohsen_Namjoo"&gt;Mohsen Namjoo &lt;/a&gt;that Zahram has palyed in it and I want my opinion it 's perfect. just watch it &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-3394268986884370439&amp;q=zahra+amir+ebrahimi+sex+video&amp;amp;total=15&amp;start=0&amp;amp;num=10&amp;so=0&amp;amp;type=search&amp;plindex=5"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;AND I found a very interesting short movie about a prostitute’s funny story about having SEX with a hajagha and her problemswhich I believe woth to &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-9017559608620704396&amp;amp;q=zahra+amir+ebrahimi+sex+video&amp;total=15&amp;amp;start=0&amp;num=10&amp;amp;so=0&amp;type=search&amp;amp;plindex=7"&gt;watch&lt;/a&gt; it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-5694991367601425800?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/5694991367601425800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=5694991367601425800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/5694991367601425800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/5694991367601425800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2007/08/zahra-amir-ebrahimi.html' title='Zahra Amir Ebrahimi + Newsha'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-7019231529605659271</id><published>2007-08-03T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T07:32:19.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Him</title><content type='html'>Still can NOT believe he is NOT coming....&lt;br /&gt;It was so UNfair........&lt;br /&gt;All these blod negative words bombarding me so hard that can't think properly.&lt;br /&gt;How easy they play with our lives and how easily we play a pippet role...&lt;br /&gt;Life goes one, sometimes even the desire for chaning doesn't change the changes theyhave made in our lives' drama.&lt;br /&gt;Show must go on....&lt;br /&gt;how?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-7019231529605659271?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/7019231529605659271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=7019231529605659271' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/7019231529605659271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/7019231529605659271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2007/08/forh.html' title='For Him'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-7748211151433376576</id><published>2007-08-01T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T01:25:33.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Girl</title><content type='html'>It's been said that the only constant is change.  I don't agree with that.  There's another constant, and that's the desire for change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 b continued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-7748211151433376576?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/7748211151433376576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=7748211151433376576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/7748211151433376576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/7748211151433376576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-girl.html' title='Happy Girl'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-8197500259622044743</id><published>2007-07-27T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T12:44:19.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scattered news</title><content type='html'>1. Baba in Harry Potter che karde! &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/persian/arts/story/2007/07/070726_m-potterteh.shtml"&gt;Harry and original book bought in Tehran at 2 AM!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kaihan: &lt;a href="http://newsforums.bbc.co.uk/ws/thread.jspa?threadID=7301"&gt;Harry potter is againt Islamic Republic In Ir&lt;/a&gt;an&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Living for 6 weeks in Huntsville now, has Brought me bitter memories  about Iraniant shahrestani guys, who count themselves a nice professional(!) poeple who respect others. Just wondering peole culture and root never change, no matter where and how they live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love this beautiful Satir about &lt;a href="http://ourperspective.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post_1760.html"&gt;guys' Hair style in Iran&lt;/a&gt; from Phoenix&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-8197500259622044743?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/8197500259622044743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=8197500259622044743' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/8197500259622044743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/8197500259622044743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2007/07/scattered-news.html' title='scattered news'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-8380510530140543856</id><published>2007-07-22T08:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T08:21:08.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry potter</title><content type='html'>Here is the &lt;a href="http://fantasy.ir/download.php?view.239"&gt;Farsi&lt;/a&gt; version of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mydigitallife.info/2007/07/21/harry-potter-book-7-hp7-deathly-hallows-full-version-ebook-free-download-or-online-reading/"&gt;English&lt;/a&gt; version , how to downlod: 1. scroll down to see a picture of a Pdf file of it&lt;br /&gt;2. click on the left bottom corner of the picuter and download it&lt;br /&gt;Good luck every one, this version is super great ,I'm in third chapter now:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-8380510530140543856?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/8380510530140543856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=8380510530140543856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/8380510530140543856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/8380510530140543856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter.html' title='Harry potter'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-7136565833206568290</id><published>2007-07-17T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T22:13:26.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/Rp2eS1aLG7I/AAAAAAAAACc/w-qASXwpiCo/s1600-h/frida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088397200410221490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/Rp2eS1aLG7I/AAAAAAAAACc/w-qASXwpiCo/s320/frida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lived &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frida"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Frida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; for 2 hours and 20 minutes and that was more than Great, still listening to the sound track. How Determined, strong minded and decisive she was. I love the movie , the color of it, the sound of it and the taste of it however, it tasted like cigar which is not my favorite flavors BUT I enjoyed it second by second. Can't tell it was better that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chocolat_(film)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chocolat&lt;/span&gt; ,which after watching it I felt like to fell in love with Janny Depp! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;they are two different atmosphere, but both are sence and sensitivity of a women, I am surprised by what God had created and called it WOMAN . A complicated creature challenging and struggling with all the negative powers. GOD Thanks for creating us, without us the creation wouldn't have been completed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/Rp2ebFaLG8I/AAAAAAAAACk/0z7Tzb1iHzg/s1600-h/frida2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;P.s. Be Rasti, who is Mi Amor in this invered complicated world?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088397342144142274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/Rp2ebFaLG8I/AAAAAAAAACk/0z7Tzb1iHzg/s320/frida2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-7136565833206568290?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/7136565833206568290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=7136565833206568290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/7136565833206568290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/7136565833206568290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2007/07/mi-amor.html' title='Mi Amor'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/Rp2eS1aLG7I/AAAAAAAAACc/w-qASXwpiCo/s72-c/frida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-692987811719722181</id><published>2007-07-12T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T22:09:42.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fevered mind</title><content type='html'>I was terribly sick for the past tow days and there was no one to give one glass of water!&lt;br /&gt;I came back home on Tuesday, lied down on my bed with tow blanket on me( Thanks God I was greedy enough two weeks before to buy a comforter set on Sale;)however I really didn't need it ), one pair of shoes + long pant, while the temperature is 100F outside !&lt;br /&gt;After one hour, I felt like I can't breathe well, my face is too hot, I decided, Nazbaroon you have no choice u have to walk to Pharmacy ,buy medicine. OH My God! that was the worst part. I could hardly walk&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I got sick by one of these forigner virus .Poor my body :( She has to recongnize all these foreing creatures. I'd fever 1003.8F=39.8 C which means it was pretty high and I was in Danger! I called my brother: " Go to Hospital A.s.a.p"&lt;br /&gt;How? By cab..... ok I prefer to use home remedies first: 5minute later I was half naked(lower part just to clear your mind:)) sitting in bathtub trying to Pashooye my self, Sorry there is English word for it.&lt;br /&gt;JUst imagine the scene: half naked girl sitting in the full of water tub, drinking water and peeing at the same time. God! I just love what you 'd created. A direct straight tube from my mouth to my bladder, I love your tactfulness God!&lt;br /&gt;You knw when you have ferver you can't sleep well. That night I didn't lock the door, not to help myself to have a better sleeping but to give other people this chance to help me if I passed out suddenly !&lt;br /&gt;that wasn't the only problem, I lost my appetite. I can't eat food although I'm terribly hungry.&lt;br /&gt;I felt I was walking in Target to get y medicine, passing through the aile full of food, I really couldn’t look at them, I felt to vomit it up!&lt;br /&gt;Finally at 4.Am I was successful and I vomited up by the helf of a half plum!:)&lt;br /&gt;You know how difficult it is to cook for yourself when you are sick, taking care of yourself, buying medicine, doing grocery shopping... while you can't even walk.&lt;br /&gt;I really admire all other the world. The yare such a patient caring creatures that can't do anything but being nice and helpful wherever you need them:)&lt;br /&gt;These are just great.&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Never get sick when you are in foreign language at if it happened use half a plum, sickness soup, not any heavy Iranian food :P&lt;br /&gt;Sorry If it’s not organize and some parts I’d written like a drunk man ,but seriously it is not true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-692987811719722181?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/692987811719722181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=692987811719722181' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/692987811719722181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/692987811719722181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2007/07/sickness-and-foriegn-land.html' title='fevered mind'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-690830171250122465</id><published>2007-07-09T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T13:50:27.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spotless future</title><content type='html'>No matter what has been i nthe past, you have a spotless future:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH my Gosh! I'm so happy now, I'm ganna have great future only based on my daily horoscope!&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy bcaz my EX ,who is my friend now, is coming to US! isn't it great thatone of  your friends is finally coming to US ? I'm so happy becasue from all of my friends i was the only one who came here:)&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited to see him:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-690830171250122465?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/690830171250122465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=690830171250122465' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/690830171250122465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/690830171250122465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2007/07/spotless-future.html' title='spotless future'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-1640518160122205897</id><published>2007-07-08T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T18:26:19.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kashke bademjoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/RpGKoNtsRPI/AAAAAAAAACU/0E-PgNO0R5E/s1600-h/kashk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084997877758706930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/RpGKoNtsRPI/AAAAAAAAACU/0E-PgNO0R5E/s320/kashk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, Guess what I made today&lt;br /&gt;Kashke baadejoon and shivid polo.&lt;br /&gt;For who?&lt;br /&gt;For my American friends, Mr. J's wife and her friend, who had never had any non-american foods, except Chinese and Mexican of course, and had never had any non-American friends!&lt;br /&gt;so I was so excited to see their reaction and.... they like it!&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you something funny.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. J was in my place few days ago and I'd made cutlet, it was my first try though not in Teflon pan in those bad ones which every thing stick in it, so my cutlets were mostly burned or not stick together. especially in the bad shape, so when he was in my place obviously I didn't suggested trying my half burned cutlet:) Apparently he’d told his wife that he was in my place, there was a good smelling and she was cooking something great, so his wife asked what I'd made that day which was so stimulating:) I'd a good feeling:)&lt;br /&gt;They actaully suggested me to open an Iranian restaurant, intoduce Iranian food to southern people!&lt;br /&gt;How lovely they are :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-1640518160122205897?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/1640518160122205897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=1640518160122205897' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/1640518160122205897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/1640518160122205897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2007/07/kashke-bademjoon.html' title='kashke bademjoon'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/RpGKoNtsRPI/AAAAAAAAACU/0E-PgNO0R5E/s72-c/kashk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-6456619275635643179</id><published>2007-07-03T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T10:18:04.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love the reality even if it's bitter</title><content type='html'>Should I write?&lt;br /&gt;Ye..., may be I should. I feel Blue:(, looking for a reason? I've a big reasonable reason which only women's mind are capable of analying it or maybe some guys if they don't have any broken glassin thier material....&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking at the past, present.... thinking . sometimes you feel like you are being cheated in the spiritally way, there wasn't any promise anything but you just feel like you are being cheated. I'm just watching a movie called "nazbaroon's past life". Well, the whole thing is he looked throug your eyes with a strong faith that he's saying nothing but the truth, he was 100% sure that just for a second I wonder may be I'm wrong... but NO I saw with my big round eyes and it was true, how people can tell lie so easily ,dupe you ,laugh at you and keep you untill they don't neee you anymore while there is someone else, may be as innocent as me , in thier life . She 's also think everything is fine and he's the most innocent and nicest guy ever.Time passes my feeling is hurt, he is still lying,pretending to have feeling for me, I knwo the truth, I knew it long time ago, but I'm still pretending, my feeling is hurt , I know the reason, I'm suffering he know but doesn't care ....&lt;br /&gt;I love to hear thetruth however it's bitter but he never understands..... guys never understand&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm cheating , not on him on my feeling, I presuade myself that is a right way, i'm happy. I retaliated but this happiness momen doesn't last long .Still...... I'm waiting for someone .... who tells me the truth however it's bitter ,someone who loves me and i love him not because of his temping appearance of pure soul he has&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-6456619275635643179?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/6456619275635643179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=6456619275635643179' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/6456619275635643179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/6456619275635643179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-love-reality-even-if-its-bitter.html' title='I love the reality even if it&apos;s bitter'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-7220414381484976637</id><published>2007-07-01T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T22:53:00.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>paper packaging</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/RoiSl9tsROI/AAAAAAAAACM/xWT1BPy3o1U/s1600-h/dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082473360406627554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/RoiSl9tsROI/AAAAAAAAACM/xWT1BPy3o1U/s320/dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt; 12.30 am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I Opened the fridge’s door to take out chocolate milk. One of those very ordinary ones having paper packing. Tearing the paper package reminds me of Iran’s morning when I was in rush getting ready for school and my banana milk was always ready because my dad had opened the paper package andmade everything ready before I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;Dad, I miss u so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-7220414381484976637?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/7220414381484976637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=7220414381484976637' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/7220414381484976637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/7220414381484976637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2007/07/paper-packaging.html' title='paper packaging'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/RoiSl9tsROI/AAAAAAAAACM/xWT1BPy3o1U/s72-c/dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-2448877784841904432</id><published>2007-06-30T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T09:29:33.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My best gift in my life</title><content type='html'>It just happend .OH! My god! Have I ever seen such a huge kindness. I'd left my wallet at my office yeteday.So I didn't have  anything, no money, no credit card, no Id:(&lt;br /&gt;I just send a massage to Mr J ,who I'm going to call him my Angel or true friend,asked if I'd left it in his car last night. This morning he was here with with Erica, his wife and thier sweet babies AND he had gone to my office brought my wallet while his baby was sick and they were in thier way going to take some medicine for thier sweet babe. I've to say today is saturday and they live in another city. OH!God how some people are just nice and wonderful. just a quick comaprison. I told one of these new Irasnain friends here that I've left my wallet and he didn't say a word! I'm just wondering who said Iranians are kindand warm and famous for thier hospitality and Americans are not.&lt;br /&gt;During the past 11 months I've been here all americans were jsut so caring and nice hwoever Iranians ....,except my best buddy Mehdi, were jealous or selfish or....&lt;br /&gt;OH! God, thank you so much for all the things you have done for me .I really don't know how to say thank you .&lt;br /&gt;GOD! I love you :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-2448877784841904432?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/2448877784841904432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=2448877784841904432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/2448877784841904432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/2448877784841904432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-best-gift-in-my-life.html' title='My best gift in my life'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-7688974562282576399</id><published>2007-06-29T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T07:39:20.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love to be loved</title><content type='html'>I was out for lunch wiht Mr J today. He is those kind of people that you can talk to for hours and hours and you don't get bored(Exacatly like me !). Whenever I go to his office I've to watch out the time otherwise..... Yes I'll find myself leaning to his table talking for half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;He said a very beautiful expresion about me. "I Love to be Loved",this is true and I've never noticed before.He is the same person , he loves to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;It's so interesting you can find lots of similarities' btw you and some one else from different continent. what a small world we have. How is it possibble that you see someone and you start talking to him for hours about everfything and you find  lots of thing in common what a pity he has a wife other wise we could be best buddies:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-7688974562282576399?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/7688974562282576399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=7688974562282576399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/7688974562282576399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/7688974562282576399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-to-be-loved.html' title='Love to be loved'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-4739004314768191981</id><published>2007-06-28T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T00:17:18.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>انگشتر مرواریدم</title><content type='html'>هنوزم انگشتر مرواریدم که سیاهکاری داره  قشنگترین انگشترم.نه به خاطر خطهای سیاه نقره اش. به خاطر حس قشنگ عید که منو یاد یه مجسمه چاق می اندازه  که مثل یه دختر لوس نخواستمش ولی توبا آرومیه نگاهت وعمق کلماتت روی مبل خونه سبزهمه حس لوس بودنمو ستودی و منو به عمیق ترین گشت شبانه بردی. شاید خودتم نفهمیدی که اون شب برای هر لحظه با تو بودن خدا رو شکر کردم. کاش هنوز هم می تونستم  برای  لحظه های با تو بودن خدا رو شکر کنم&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-4739004314768191981?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/4739004314768191981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=4739004314768191981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/4739004314768191981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/4739004314768191981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='انگشتر مرواریدم'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-2343620593788453864</id><published>2007-06-27T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T22:31:11.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me In Alabama(8th day):</title><content type='html'>Ta kojaye dastano goftam?(where were we)....&lt;br /&gt;Oh! After warm a greeting from Mrs. A, I decided to use virtual life ,FACE Book, (something like Orkut) and this time find a guy instead a girl as it seems opposite sex is more supportive in loneliness region (diar e ghorbat).Ye…. I found an Iranian guy in Alabama university Huntsville and three hours later he’d picked me up and we were in Boren and Nobels! With bunch of his friends! And Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;My dear A family were there too and I got to know Mr and Mrs. AJ&lt;br /&gt;What a small world we have.This sis called Destiniy. God made them to e friends with me!;)&lt;br /&gt;My new friend is Kermani( one of the southern provinces in Iran), his friend ‘s Esfehani(where my advisor belongs to).Our dear couple’s style were more like Iranian in 20 years ago! You can imagine how my feeling was.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. A was wearing a big round glass and had a mustache a little it bigger than Hitler’s mustache. The worst part was that he was wearing aT-shirt with formal pants with belt of course and formal shoes in such a hot weather (hamaro bargh migire maro cheragh nafti)&lt;br /&gt;They were telling me stories and I laughing so hard. The Isfahani guy had gone to gym and swimming pool for the first time and when he saw naked guys with their ….. swinging in locker room ,he was so frightened that he wore his pants on top of his wet swimsuits and ran and never tried it againJ)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I’m going to movie theatre with group tomorrow. My Kermani friend is a kind helpful guy. There is always someone to help you NaZzyJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr J’s family are coming over on Saturday for swimming. I like this family specially Mr J! But He’s s so religious. He’s going to India in November to plant some churches and invite village’s people to Christianity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.it seems that since i'm  out of Iran ,Iget more upset about Iran's situation  than before....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/persian/avconsole/bb_wm_fs.shtml?nbram=1&amp;nbwm=1&amp;amp;ws_storyid=070627_l-petrol-voxpops-nc&amp;ws_pathtostory=http://www.bbc.co.uk/go/wsindex/int/av/persian/-/persian/news/avfile/2007/06/&amp;amp;bbram=1&amp;bbwm=1&amp;amp;lang=fa"&gt;Oil Ration in Ghom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-2343620593788453864?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/2343620593788453864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=2343620593788453864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/2343620593788453864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/2343620593788453864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2007/06/me-in-alabama8th-day.html' title='Me In Alabama(8th day):'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-868652598786340821</id><published>2007-06-25T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T15:18:04.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Iraninan....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/RoA7Z75ByVI/AAAAAAAAACE/sJLhjpytC1c/s1600-h/mahasti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080125696433572178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/RoA7Z75ByVI/AAAAAAAAACE/sJLhjpytC1c/s320/mahasti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.what a pity our good famous singers are saying Goodbye to us and we really lack having good ones,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/persian/arts/story/2007/06/070625_oh_mahasti.shtml"&gt;Dear Mahasti, wish your spirit rest in peace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. We Iranina people are strange.My boss gave me the telephone number of an Iranian couple living in the same complex as me. Last night I called them, the Mr A,the husband, picked up the phone talked to m every poilitely put his wife on the phone when I asked him about some intersting places in hunstville! Mrs A and I talked for 40 minutes without eve nknwoing eachotehr and at the end we hanged up the phone wished sweet dreams for each other.They are moving out at the end of the July so she politely excused me as she can not see me and she didn't even give me any contact from any iranian students she knows. apparently aroound 40 Iraninan students are in Alabama university. I was thinking Mrs J and Mr Probee's wife were more friendly and nicer to a foriegner than this Iranina couple. We Iranian.....&lt;/div&gt;I was thining about Mrs J, as she said "OH! we should take you to our favorite sushi bar before you leave" as she understood I love sushi "&lt;br /&gt;We Iranians are famous for our hospitality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-868652598786340821?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/868652598786340821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=868652598786340821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/868652598786340821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/868652598786340821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2007/06/we-iraninan.html' title='We Iraninan....'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/RoA7Z75ByVI/AAAAAAAAACE/sJLhjpytC1c/s72-c/mahasti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-7179572001678497730</id><published>2007-06-25T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T07:30:57.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don’t wanna watch any Iranian movie any more</title><content type='html'>I don’t wanna watch any Iranian movie any more…..&lt;br /&gt;12.05am….&lt;br /&gt;I even don’t know Why I’m crying ….&lt;br /&gt;Do I miss his warm deep sound when he’s whispering in the receiver?&lt;br /&gt; Yes I do,…( Will I ever say “Yes I do?)&lt;br /&gt;No it’s something more. I miss the feeling beyond the whisper, or… maybe I miss the feeling which I think it’s beyond the whisper.&lt;br /&gt;I just watched the movie “Ekhrajiha “,an Iranian comedy movie, then I missed it….&lt;br /&gt;My fingers dialed …….&lt;br /&gt;YES! It was the same warm pleasant sound which has always calmed  me down, lessoned me and spirited  me up..&lt;br /&gt;My bed is green ,it reminds me of all the green moments we experienced.&lt;br /&gt;I said it . I said “ my bed is green “…&lt;br /&gt;Then tow little shinny  drops rolled down, I tasted them, they were  salty.&lt;br /&gt;My forever warm sound didn’t notice, or may be noticed. Whatever it was he said the right thing. It’s good to have smart quick-witted friends.&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t watch Iranian move, if you don’t talk to people in Iran, if you don’t read Farsi novels ….then Iran is like a far far country for you, is more like something in your diary book which you go through it sometimes, some pages are written in Bold, you pause tow minutes more ,the beautiful smile appears on your face and it fades slowly as you turn to the next page.&lt;br /&gt;Some people are more than tow minutes pause, sometimes you pause for years and still waiting for the smile to be appeared and you can turn the next page but it just doesn’t happen.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna watch Iranian movie anymore…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s how the life is full of unexpected pauses and full of faded smiles…&lt;br /&gt;Still I don’t wanna watch Iranian movie anymore when I’m on my period&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-7179572001678497730?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/7179572001678497730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=7179572001678497730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/7179572001678497730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/7179572001678497730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-dont-wanna-watch-any-iranian-movie.html' title='I don’t wanna watch any Iranian movie any more'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-6404056328054650402</id><published>2007-06-22T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T16:06:00.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me In Alabama (fourth day)</title><content type='html'>First Day When I was introduced to staff ,they were tow American guys,whihc we'll call them J and JJ, working in computer simulation .&lt;br /&gt;Every day I pass his room ,J,on the way going to my room.So the second day when I got to his room I passed and then went one step back said hi to him, he had a pause for a second and replied me back hi.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the second one in corridor we almost passed next each other, I said hi and like the first one I heard he replied me back with a pause.&lt;br /&gt; Third day when I got to his office I Waived my hand and HI( this time a bit lauder and abit more  friendly),&lt;br /&gt;then I saw the second guy ,JJ,he actually stopped and talked to em for a 20 seconds!&lt;br /&gt;15 min after that J was in my office !(WOW! this magic word HI when is comes with its complementry movement,waiving, it just make miracles) and were talking over 40 min, till I politely kick him out of my office as I was suppoed to work i guess! Guess what was the result?&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to do some shopping with his wife(what a pity he is a handsome guy) tomorrow at 10am!&lt;br /&gt;And I'm goin to show him some pictures about Tehran as he was so interested!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Today I was successful in the lab everything went well:). Can you image how would a lab be with 3 guys and not any girls in it? Like  Mr Whoopee's closet ! So I ended up cleaning and organizing  a lab:)&lt;br /&gt;people in the lab came t othis conclusion that i must have coem here earlier and i must come the next year as well!:)&lt;br /&gt;OUT of topic: If only I was like Mr  Whoopee:) ( as knowlegale as him is I mean)&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Having  girls in evey place is a gift from God. They should be taken care of:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Tonight is friday night. so what going to happen? I'm goin to watch my favorite movie CAMILLE CLAUDEL&lt;br /&gt;and have dinner :) wishe something very exciting happens to night and change my night :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-6404056328054650402?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/6404056328054650402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=6404056328054650402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/6404056328054650402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/6404056328054650402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2007/06/me-in-alabama-fourth-day.html' title='Me In Alabama (fourth day)'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-6065744096123800757</id><published>2007-06-21T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T08:48:22.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Memo In Huntsville Alabama (Second Day)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/RnqLiL5ByTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NHtW5E_ioy0/s1600-h/0620071011[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078524949237451058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/RnqLiL5ByTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NHtW5E_ioy0/s320/0620071011%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/RnqLtr5ByUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/pGUorXH42lM/s1600-h/0620071011a[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078525146805946690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" height="242" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/RnqLtr5ByUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/pGUorXH42lM/s320/0620071011a%5B1%5D.jpg" width="348" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the pictures of my furnished studio. It's bigger than my palce in Philly as you can see:)&lt;br /&gt;But the problem is I can't see my building anymore (amtrack) :( +there is no view to highway tall building , swimming pool.... Here when you walk in street ,as you can imagine, there is no store, nor people not even any traffic. HO! my Gosh! I miss walking in Walnut and Chestnut street, running to reginal rail being afraid not to miss the shuttle or train. Here life has very slow beat. It is too quiet for me.I'm going to spend a very quiet useful summer here working, studying, working out and talking to my friends on phone would be my fun!&lt;br /&gt;I'll send more pic for mmy area later with lots of funny stories!&lt;br /&gt;OH! and this Indian Guy ,which we call him MR Probee, is so kind and nice and caring.&lt;br /&gt;He takes care of everything. The first day after he picked me up from airport, we went to my place and we went through all the silly steps for leasing contract, then we'd quick lunch and after work, he asked my what kind of food I like and it was obvious that my answer was INDIAN food! so he took me to his place, introduced me to his famliy and we went to Indian restaurant, they didn't eat eanything ! I ate half of the food and brought the second half home to bring it to work the day after that! I was kind of ashamed. Then they took me to WALMART, I did all the necessory shopping and when they droppped me up, he said you are almost passing out so call me any time after 10 am tomorrow and I'll pick you up then! How kind he is:)&lt;br /&gt;So that's how I strated my life here&lt;br /&gt;2 B continued.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-6065744096123800757?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/6065744096123800757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=6065744096123800757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/6065744096123800757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/6065744096123800757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-memo-in-huntsville-alabama-second.html' title='My Memo In Huntsville Alabama (Second Day)'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/RnqLiL5ByTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/NHtW5E_ioy0/s72-c/0620071011%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-2759942410285783224</id><published>2007-06-21T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T07:29:42.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Memo In Huntsville Alabama( First day in airporty)</title><content type='html'>Yep, I’m here in Al, we’ll call it America’s zaahedan! Guess you can image what a great place I am going to be for 2 months!. Yep, I have started a new life here. I just got here in the airport. My Boss who will be called Probee is in the meeting so told me to sit in the airport like a good girl for 40 min, if he couldn’t make it then his wife ganna pick me up( what a warm greetings;)) and the weather is raining heavily and I don’t know why I thought here is like hell( I mean as got as hell) so I didn’t bring any long sleeve shirt. Any way I’m eager to see my new place which I have been told has swimming pool and fitness center. Thanks God I won’t be board here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-2759942410285783224?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/2759942410285783224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=2759942410285783224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/2759942410285783224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/2759942410285783224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-memo-in-huntsville-alabama-first-day.html' title='My Memo In Huntsville Alabama( First day in airporty)'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-6719118919808038258</id><published>2007-06-10T20:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T20:34:57.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss</title><content type='html'>Are you ganna laugh at me if I say, I miss being fell in love?&lt;br /&gt;Are u ganna laugh at me if I say ,I long for experiencing the warm touch of a lover's hand on my skin wherever it is again?&lt;br /&gt;Are u ganna laugh at me if I say , I miss the sudden but soft squeeze touch around my body in a  dark movie theatere&lt;br /&gt; You know what?.....................&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we miss the emotions we already have said  ,we don't have time for them  and sometimes we miss  the emotions we have now but we know they are goign to be last forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-6719118919808038258?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/6719118919808038258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=6719118919808038258' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/6719118919808038258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/6719118919808038258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2007/06/miss.html' title='Miss'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-6767133486651803222</id><published>2007-05-30T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T20:37:55.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>baraye ooni ke delam mikhad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/Rl5AjqlrjyI/AAAAAAAAABs/EK4RTsG23x8/s1600-h/pray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070561211937689378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/Rl5AjqlrjyI/AAAAAAAAABs/EK4RTsG23x8/s320/pray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;khastam bekhabam...&lt;br /&gt;delam khast ghabl az khab ye arezoo konam....&lt;br /&gt;ye arezooye koochik....&lt;br /&gt;ye arezooye khob,..&lt;br /&gt;khaily khoob......&lt;br /&gt;mishe rooz e tavalodet bebinamet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-6767133486651803222?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/6767133486651803222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=6767133486651803222' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/6767133486651803222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/6767133486651803222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2007/05/mt-littile-prays.html' title='baraye ooni ke delam mikhad!'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/Rl5AjqlrjyI/AAAAAAAAABs/EK4RTsG23x8/s72-c/pray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-2790545687429657536</id><published>2007-03-27T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T19:00:27.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blossom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/RgnHMMyxEAI/AAAAAAAAABY/QzV-8tQ27pY/s1600-h/ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046783869851865090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/RgnHMMyxEAI/AAAAAAAAABY/QzV-8tQ27pY/s320/ba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First magnolia Blossom in my place:)&lt;br /&gt;Aid e Hamme 100ta mobarak:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/RgnHh8yxEBI/AAAAAAAAABg/psTSh8pocJk/s1600-h/bahar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046784243514019858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/RgnHh8yxEBI/AAAAAAAAABg/psTSh8pocJk/s320/bahar.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Very special thanks for a considearte Friend &lt;a href="http://huumaan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Khaleh Maryam, &lt;/a&gt;whose pured tangible feeling deeply impressed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. And happy birthday to all who were born in Farvardin:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm so happy for all the prisioners who were free this year :)&lt;br /&gt;5.Does Any body know a person who has connection to GOd? if yes, would you please tell that person to talk to God and sk him to send &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt; card for me please?&lt;br /&gt;Thanks in advance:)&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2007/01/na-tamam-e-man-ba-to-tamaam-mishavad.html"&gt;tammam e na tamma e man ba to tamam nashod!&lt;/a&gt; Very Special for Hamoon e koockak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-2790545687429657536?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/2790545687429657536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=2790545687429657536' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/2790545687429657536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/2790545687429657536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2007/03/blossom.html' title='Blossom'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/RgnHMMyxEAI/AAAAAAAAABY/QzV-8tQ27pY/s72-c/ba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-3993845713010167760</id><published>2007-03-21T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T23:59:34.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sal e khooki</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/RgIpBV6JwlI/AAAAAAAAABI/KByrIFsjafk/s1600-h/0320072325%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044639635646038610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/RgIpBV6JwlI/AAAAAAAAABI/KByrIFsjafk/s320/0320072325%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;saal e khooki e hame mobarak:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is my first New &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;in US and as u cna see my first 7-sin .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Unfortunately there is in golden fish and flower,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sal e dige jobran mishe :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-3993845713010167760?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/3993845713010167760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=3993845713010167760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/3993845713010167760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/3993845713010167760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2007/03/sal-e-khooki.html' title='sal e khooki'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/RgIpBV6JwlI/AAAAAAAAABI/KByrIFsjafk/s72-c/0320072325%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16090199.post-221479864115887869</id><published>2007-02-13T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T21:32:03.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY ROOZ E ESHGH va enrgy haste ee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/RdKWn9J5VfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WCxFSdQw8q8/s1600-h/valentines.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031249346901399026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="239" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/RdKWn9J5VfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WCxFSdQw8q8/s320/valentines.gif" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HEY, HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VALENTINE'S DAY TO ALL THE PEOPLE, NOT ONLY COPLES BUT ALSO TO ALL THE ONES WHO ARE LOVELY AND DESEARVE TO BE LOVED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1.SOMETHING SO FUUNY ABOUT ENERGY HASTE EE ,JUST TO MAKE YOUR DAY HAPPIER :) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9cIrymEv8xI"&gt;nuclure energy and the 16 years old girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thanks goes to Mehdi, very good friend of mine, who sent this to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2. I'm so excited for tomorrow, the funny part is that I don't have any one to go out with! Why I'm so excited ? god knows:) May be I'm happy because of the good feeling and positive enrgy comes through tomorrow:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3.After all these beauty, now a little bit of a cruel world, please help Zahra kamali far and her tow children were trapped in Moscow airport. please &lt;a href="http://moscow007.blogfa.com/"&gt;HELP&lt;/a&gt; them.clikc on the link to see the documentary movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16090199-221479864115887869?l=nazzynameh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/feeds/221479864115887869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16090199&amp;postID=221479864115887869' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/221479864115887869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16090199/posts/default/221479864115887869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nazzynameh.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-rooz-e-eshgh-va-enrgy-haste-ee.html' title='HAPPY ROOZ E ESHGH va enrgy haste ee!'/><author><name>Tarkhoon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05522495751287880983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/SRCM5TZrGQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/sRERfrQsyxk/S220/tarkhoon.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SWKDuyPfAGM/RdKWn9J5VfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/WCxFSdQw8q8/s72-c/valentines.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
