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European Football Cup final match ended with Milan’s championship. Milan has always been my favorite football team, especially because of Maldini! Handsome good-looking footballers have always been the most attractive aspect of football for me! But another reason for being so much interested in football for me is the challenging nature of this game. It’s like a film with a strong suspense. You stay upright till the end of an important final match. If your favorite team wins, you feel like you have watched a happy-ending film, if it loses the match you’ll get depressed as if having seen a sad-ending film. Tonight’s final didn’t give any of those feelings to me since it was not a very beautiful match. Both Juventus and Milan played very conservatively, afraid of being defeated. Anyways it was very nice to see pretty boy Maldini holding the Cup in his hands, smiling brightly with shining eyes ;)

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While watching the football match I could hear the sound of rain, dropping on the cooler outside the window.
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I’ve opened my bedroom’s window. The smell of rain has occupied all the room. It reminds me of “Rain” by Jose Feliciano.
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After a few minutes:
Now the drops of rain sound like strikes of a hammer on my head. That’s all because somebody has turned me off. When I feel somebody is taking my privacy from me, or is deciding for me what to do, I become angry as hell. When I am writing something and somebody comes and disturbs my peace, I go mad. And when I go mad I should be just left alone till I gain my lost self control back.

Anyways, Listen to the falling rain. . .

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Does anybody know what has happened to Blogger’s weblogs’ templates? Many weblogs’ templates have disappeared. I wanted to add a few links to my blog and I saw nothing there in my template box! So where the hell are our posts getting published? Is it a sort of magic or has there been a robbery or somehow a conspiracy of the Blogger+Google system!!?

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I went to get my passport today. I had a hectic day and my time got wasted a lot. But among all this one thing really bothered me and that was observing the fact that women in Iran can’t leave the country without their husband’s permission, and therefore they can’t get their passports without their husband’s official permission either. There was a woman begging an officer there to let her get her passport. Poor old woman never had heard of such a stupid rule. She was complaining that her husband is a bastard and won’t let her go to Syria to visit Saint Zeynab’s Holy Shrine. Another lady didn’t have her husband’s permission since her husband was waiting for her in Italy! And I was wondering why on earth we have such stupid rules in our country in the 21st century. I guess we have to set a campaign against it. Something in the eyes of that old woman moved me. Something familiar, something reminding me of my Mom’s friend’s face telling me about her husband not letting her get her passport, justifying that she didn’t need one; the look of a desperate weak woman that was confronting with the realities of a patriarchal society.

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I don’t know why I felt so much like singing this song by Elvis tonight:

Are you lonesome tonight?
Do you miss me tonight?
Are you sorry we drifted apart…

I wish he would sing it for me. We haven’t drifted apart actually. But we are far away from each other and that makes me sad and lonesome. I wish he would sing it for me…

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A funny thing happened to me on Friday. I’ll choke if I don’t write about it here! On Friday afternoon I had a business meeting with three friends. We had an appointment at the Homa International Hotel (fromer Sheraton) and the guard didn’t let me in, ‘cuz I wasn’t wearing socks!! As far as I know, in Islam women should cover all their body and hair, except for their face, hands and feet. I don’t know why this mf guard didn’t let me in. I didn’t even bother arguing with him and we went to somewhere else. Recently some shops have been attacked in Tehran for selling short and tight manteus (the mandatory universal cloak raincoat that all women have to wear) to women. And amid these stupid conditions ruling our society, our (used-to-be dear) president Khatami releases a declaration, celebrating Khordad the second (May 22, 1977- his first round election by the highest vote ever recorded in the history of Iran for electing a president). I wonder how he dares to release a declaration! On the first anniversary of Khordad the second we all went to Tehran university. Khatami had a speech and all the youth attending that big gathering were applauding him. He was very energetic and we were all very positive that things were going to change. A lot of things have changed I admit, but look what is going on these days! An ever-growing new trend of arrests, attacks, and restrictions… And Khatami continues to talk about religious democracy in his celebrating declaration this year.

I wish he would resign rather than keeping up his hopes for change. I wish the price of reform wasn’t this high.

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My work load is really overwhelming these days. I don’t know what to do. I wish I had 30 something hours instead of 24 hours per day. I haven’t replied to many of your kind emails. I’m really sorry, and I don’t mean to be rude or snob. I’ll answer all as soon as possible. Thanks for your encouragement.

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Finally my weblog looks like something normal, thanks to dear Mr.Hex who spent a whole night working on my blog’s template.

During the last year and a half that I was running my Persian weblog, I found a lot of very good friends, among which Mr.Hex was one of the best. I’ve missed my blog, and that friendly atmosphere of Persian blogging society very much. I’m gonna come back. I will, I know : )

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I’ve missed Kish Island. Last night we were at a party with some of our friends from the Kish tour. We danced and sang songs for almost 4 hours, forgetting about all the work we had to do. Today I didn’t get up on time and so I had to cancel my appointment with my private student. I was sleepy and tired as hell today, partly because of the quarrel I had with someone over the phone, someone so important and dear to me who occupied my mind the whole day. I kept shouting at him over the phone while I was in a taxi and the poor driver didn’t know what to do. However, the class gave me some energy to go on. I love my classes this term. Nice hardworking students who give me warm shoulders, laugh like hell at my jokes, and look at me with eager eyes, which makes me feel good.

After work I had a meeting with my colleagues in women in Iran website. We have started some rounds of talk over the fundamental basis of feminism. It seems a few of us know what feminism really is. We worked a little bit on thory today, talking about the first, second and new waves of feminism. What I got from our talks was that we are in the third wave of feminism, an eclectic wave including not just one feministic school, but rather “feminisms”. We talked about the pros and cons of radical, liberal, and socialist feminism, concluding that we have some bits and pieces of each of these categories in Iran, but we haven’t copied any of them blindly. We were in disagreement on whether we have a women movement in Iran or not, getting to the point that no matter what other nations have been through, we can have our own native version of feminism, adapting good ideas from all the theoretical sources we have had.

I brought Goje Sabz to the meeting, a green round sour fruit which is actualy an under-ripe plum, and is very popular here when is spiced by salt. The meeting was very fruitful, ended with the sour taste of Goje Sabz :)

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