Friday, November 30, 2007
It's called a crush!
The rain has just stopped
I’m sitting on a bench
Listening to the music
Played by the notes of the fountain on the campus
I look at the water
It used to be very calm
Until someone turned it on
Now it jumps to the sky
And makes a free fall to the ground
A classmate runs to catch the train
A stranger shivers from the cold
A cigarette burns between my fingers
But the fire is inside my heart
Some one special has turned on the flames
It started with a glimpse
And turned me into a warrior
For a fight between mind and feeling
“Why is he special again?”
Both parties of the battle are out of answer!
But that is just because
He has that effect on my concentration
Called: crushing it!
30 November 2007
I’m sitting on a bench
Listening to the music
Played by the notes of the fountain on the campus
I look at the water
It used to be very calm
Until someone turned it on
Now it jumps to the sky
And makes a free fall to the ground
A classmate runs to catch the train
A stranger shivers from the cold
A cigarette burns between my fingers
But the fire is inside my heart
Some one special has turned on the flames
It started with a glimpse
And turned me into a warrior
For a fight between mind and feeling
“Why is he special again?”
Both parties of the battle are out of answer!
But that is just because
He has that effect on my concentration
Called: crushing it!
30 November 2007
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Technology: Hot or Not?
As always, there was this Congress of SBIT which was held on 27th November 2007 with the topic: Security Management. And to my disappointment it was NOT what I expected, it wasn’t about management, or how to manage to get the information needed, blocking “fraud” or “misleading information”. Weeeeeeeeell, actually in a very twisted way it was about how to manage to get the information needed but it was in a very different way than I expected. So I sat there with a bunch of information-technology-students and to keep it short, for me it was a yawn after yawn after yawn after yawn conference (when the technology students had the time of their lives).
So I left the congress at 10:00. But was not going to miss the AIVD (General Information and Security Service, read: Dutch CIA) session. Which I attended at 13:00 and loved the first and last part. And I kind of understood why there was this old rumor last year in the Iranian opposition parties about me which stated that “Farinaz Aryanfar is a CIA agent”. Now, after a year, I was flattered to understand that it was more of a compliment, because to be such an agent you have to be very smart, know how to find your information and how to make decisions fast, how to analyze, how to do it without being spotted, and have the knowledge for the latest technology to find the information needed.
Oh, yeah that! Lately I found out that I am a technology freak. I am addicted to my phone and computer!! The best researches I do are through these. I have learned and done much through technology. I love it and don’t know how else I could have come so far without it. And I always thought that everyone else is like me. Meaning: everyone else uses technology as frequent as I do.
So I left the congress at 10:00. But was not going to miss the AIVD (General Information and Security Service, read: Dutch CIA) session. Which I attended at 13:00 and loved the first and last part. And I kind of understood why there was this old rumor last year in the Iranian opposition parties about me which stated that “Farinaz Aryanfar is a CIA agent”. Now, after a year, I was flattered to understand that it was more of a compliment, because to be such an agent you have to be very smart, know how to find your information and how to make decisions fast, how to analyze, how to do it without being spotted, and have the knowledge for the latest technology to find the information needed.
Oh, yeah that! Lately I found out that I am a technology freak. I am addicted to my phone and computer!! The best researches I do are through these. I have learned and done much through technology. I love it and don’t know how else I could have come so far without it. And I always thought that everyone else is like me. Meaning: everyone else uses technology as frequent as I do.
To my surprise, I have come to know this special person, who has the ability of turning my whole world upside down, just by a smile, who uses technology for necessary cases ONLY. And no he is not a crazy freak like many who are against technology, but his social and (as my sister puts it: his REAL touchable life) is so productive and complete that he has no need to call people, he has no time doing that, when there are so many people around him that he can talk to. SMS is something he reads, he doesn’t ever send one (unless some crazy girl begins to feel confused all a sudden), or checking e-mail is just something he does once a week. What importance could an email contain anyway, it can wait, right? These are shocks to me. I am a walking and talking central-phone-service. My e-mails are checked by my Personal Assistant, because of my lack of time, so that no e-mail would be missed or forgotten to be answered. So these technological elements have their fingerprints all over my life.
Is technology a NOT? If it’s up to the maniacs in the media (also part of technology), they will exaggerate some unknown reason for a death of someone who had a cell-phone in his pocket, make the 8 o’clock news with “cell-phone has exploded and killed a Korean man”, which turned out to be untrue! But if you ask me, I will say, it is sometimes a HOT and sometimes a NOT (like everything else on this planet we live). It's just a matter of how you use it. It is a HOT just when you are researching or when it gives you the ability to talk and know all these things that happen in continents just on the other side of the earth. And it is a NOT when you are finally having that special dinner with that special person and their phone rings and ruins the atmosphere!
Turn it off guys! Your partner will appreciate it more when you really MAKE time on that particular event for THEM only.
Is technology a NOT? If it’s up to the maniacs in the media (also part of technology), they will exaggerate some unknown reason for a death of someone who had a cell-phone in his pocket, make the 8 o’clock news with “cell-phone has exploded and killed a Korean man”, which turned out to be untrue! But if you ask me, I will say, it is sometimes a HOT and sometimes a NOT (like everything else on this planet we live). It's just a matter of how you use it. It is a HOT just when you are researching or when it gives you the ability to talk and know all these things that happen in continents just on the other side of the earth. And it is a NOT when you are finally having that special dinner with that special person and their phone rings and ruins the atmosphere!
Turn it off guys! Your partner will appreciate it more when you really MAKE time on that particular event for THEM only.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Poetry wins
I was sitting at the Tilburg-West train station. It was 14th November 2007 at 19:30 I think. I was thinking about the symposium I had just gone through: The nexus symposium of Intellectuals and politics.
I felt I was really lucky to be able to meet my heroes in politics one by one. I had already met Mr. Bakker in the Strategic Leadership conference, and today I had come to meet Mr. Ph.D. Ignatieff. Who would have thought that? Mr. Ignatieff had become my hero because of his perfect profile. You see, he is a writer, a historian and a politician. He has studied in Toronto and Harvard. (Yeah… Harvard as in my dream university!) He has given lectures in Cambridge, Oxford, Berkeley and London.
Do you get it now? I had just fallen for his profile. I felt like I was looking at my own dream future: A writer, an intellectual and finally a politician. If you took the Historian part out and put the Economist instead, then that what is stated as his profile up there, is what I want to be written in my curriculum, around fifteen years from now also!
But to my surprise, in person, he wasn’t as interesting as in writing! He gave a lecture for almost fifty minutes but there wasn’t once something that he stated that was “his own” experience or opinion. It was all “Mr. Berlin stated this in that book” or “Roosevelt and Churchill were this and that”. I do understand it, he is a historian for heaven’s sake. He is impressed by the people and events in the past, so that’s all he has to offer in a lecture: PAST TENCE!
I bought his new released book at the end of the symposium called “Scar Tissue” and stood there for almost an hour and missed two trains for an autograph, but it was ok. We talked a bit about my “name” (as he wanted to dedicate his autograph to me, we bumped into the name-issue again). He talked about how beautiful Isfahan is, he said: “I haven’t seen any place like it”. He has turned into a politician alright! Because that sentence can mean almost anything!
I left the building and then reached the station and I was having an overview in my mind of all the things that had happened that day: I lost a friend who I'm better off losing than having, went through the symposium, learned a lot, lost a hero and found out that some of my class-mates are a huge fan of the movie Grease!!
Suddenly there was this man standing in front of me saying: “Hi!” I looked at him and answered almost automatically “Hi”. He showed me a piece of paper and said: I’m an epigrammatist, and I just wrote a poem about you. Do you want to read it?
Of course I wanted. He gave me the paper and I read this Dutch poem (I translated it in English in the brackets):
Spierwit (as white as snow)
Je broek (your trousers)
Khalrood (blood red)
Je sjaal (your scarf)
En toch (still)
Zijn het (it’s)
Je ogen (your eyes)
Die oplichten (that light up)
Uit het donker (in the dark)
Het is (it is)
De warmte (the warmth)
Die kleur geeft (that gives color)
Ook (also)
Aan jou (to you)
I felt I was really lucky to be able to meet my heroes in politics one by one. I had already met Mr. Bakker in the Strategic Leadership conference, and today I had come to meet Mr. Ph.D. Ignatieff. Who would have thought that? Mr. Ignatieff had become my hero because of his perfect profile. You see, he is a writer, a historian and a politician. He has studied in Toronto and Harvard. (Yeah… Harvard as in my dream university!) He has given lectures in Cambridge, Oxford, Berkeley and London.
Do you get it now? I had just fallen for his profile. I felt like I was looking at my own dream future: A writer, an intellectual and finally a politician. If you took the Historian part out and put the Economist instead, then that what is stated as his profile up there, is what I want to be written in my curriculum, around fifteen years from now also!
But to my surprise, in person, he wasn’t as interesting as in writing! He gave a lecture for almost fifty minutes but there wasn’t once something that he stated that was “his own” experience or opinion. It was all “Mr. Berlin stated this in that book” or “Roosevelt and Churchill were this and that”. I do understand it, he is a historian for heaven’s sake. He is impressed by the people and events in the past, so that’s all he has to offer in a lecture: PAST TENCE!
I bought his new released book at the end of the symposium called “Scar Tissue” and stood there for almost an hour and missed two trains for an autograph, but it was ok. We talked a bit about my “name” (as he wanted to dedicate his autograph to me, we bumped into the name-issue again). He talked about how beautiful Isfahan is, he said: “I haven’t seen any place like it”. He has turned into a politician alright! Because that sentence can mean almost anything!
I left the building and then reached the station and I was having an overview in my mind of all the things that had happened that day: I lost a friend who I'm better off losing than having, went through the symposium, learned a lot, lost a hero and found out that some of my class-mates are a huge fan of the movie Grease!!
Suddenly there was this man standing in front of me saying: “Hi!” I looked at him and answered almost automatically “Hi”. He showed me a piece of paper and said: I’m an epigrammatist, and I just wrote a poem about you. Do you want to read it?
Of course I wanted. He gave me the paper and I read this Dutch poem (I translated it in English in the brackets):
Spierwit (as white as snow)
Je broek (your trousers)
Khalrood (blood red)
Je sjaal (your scarf)
En toch (still)
Zijn het (it’s)
Je ogen (your eyes)
Die oplichten (that light up)
Uit het donker (in the dark)
Het is (it is)
De warmte (the warmth)
Die kleur geeft (that gives color)
Ook (also)
Aan jou (to you)
Written by Stijn who turned out to be the climax of that day
Friday, November 16, 2007
Love & Pride
She is smoking
Outside Menza
At the same spot
Where you waited for a sign
And she passed you by
She is regretting
Inside Menza
Next to a window
Where she can look at
Your empty spot
And her holy pride!
16 November 2007
Outside Menza
At the same spot
Where you waited for a sign
And she passed you by
She is regretting
Inside Menza
Next to a window
Where she can look at
Your empty spot
And her holy pride!
16 November 2007
Friday, November 9, 2007
I'm sorry for you, miss psychopath!
Dear miss psychopath,You have been the continuous circus exhibition I enjoyed for so long, and I know you are dying for attention, which you didn’t get from anyone around you, so let me deal with you once and for all. I know you have been through much the last few years. It must have been really hurting, finding out that every time when you looked the other way, the "love of your life" was cheating on you with someone else!
I am sorry, and don’t ever want to be in your shoes. But staying by his side and getting hurt over and over again was what you chose on your own and no-one else should pay the price for it but yourself.
You see, I pity you. Every time I see the video clip of Nancy singing Enta Eih, I have to think of you and your sad life. And it breaks my heart to see women become this dependent worthless people, just because of a man!
So go ahead call me whatever names you want, I don't take you serious, and I don’t think any other sane human being does either. And if calling me names is what helps you, I have nothing against it. Your words happen to stink every where my articles are published, but I don't delete them. So feel free to get it off your chest. Even pathetic people like you need a break so I’m happy to give you that.By the way you are an excellent stalker. And I see all the effort you are making, and I’m flattered that you follow every step I take, so thank you darling.And as much as I feel sorry for you, I DO have some responsibilities against the academic intelligent people who happen to drop at my blog. So this will remain the only attention that you will get from me, so cherish it. Make a print of it, put it in a frame and worship it.
I know you love to follow my footsteps but here comes the newsflash:
Just working at the organizations I worked won’t get you there. You won’t be a good human rights activist by NOT SIGNING a petition (for a campaign to save a human being’s life which I worked on), just because you are jealous of me! Or turn into a “women rights activist” overnight (which is a great thing), and write about “THE Iranian women organization which is the best organization ever”, but then change the whole article when finding out I am a part of their board.
Working to save other people’s lives is not a game. People’s lives are at stake. Our failing means execution to them or at least going through horrible tortures. Being an activist is not something that you do to keep your boyfriend happy. It’s a passion that keeps you alive, because you want to HELP people, not stalk them. Being a human rights activist is hard, you have to know the rights by your heart and apply them in your own life too, because the world starts changing from within you. If you can’t change yourself you can’t help others.
The more I think about you the more I feel sad. You are a real sad case trying to justify all the harm you cause by being hurt.
Remember I feel sad for you, but that’s all I have to feel for you and people in your shoes.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Your memory lingers here and causes horrible migraine attacks
Tu recuerdo sigue aqui
como un aguacero
rompe fuerte sobre mi
ay pero a fuego lento
quema y moja por igual
ya no se lo que pensar
si tu recuerdo me hace bien o me hace mal
Un beso gris, un beso blanco
todo depende del lugar
que yo me fui eso está claro,
pero tu recuerdo no se va
siento tus labios en las noches de verano
ahí están cuidándome en mi soledad,
pero a veces me quiere matar
A veces gris, a veces blanco
todo depende del lugar
que tu te fuiste eso es pasado
se que te tengo que olvidar,
pero yo le puse una velita a to' mis santos
ahí está pa' que pienses mucho en mi
no dejes de pensar en mi
Piensa en mi
es antídoto y veneno al corazón
piensa bien
que quema y moja
que viene y va
tu dónde estás?
atrapado entre los versos y el adiós
Tu recuerdo sigue aquí
como aguacero de mayo
rompe fuerte sobre mi
y cae tan fuerte que hasta
me quema hasta la piel
quema y moja por igual
y ya no se lo que pensar
si tu recuerdo me hace bien o me hace mal
tu recuerdo sigue aqui
Le lo lay lelo lelo oh oh
rompe fuerte sobre mi
pero que rompe, rompe el corazón
quema y moja por igual
se que te tengo que olvidar
si tu recuerdo me hace bien o me hace mal
song writer: Tommy Torres
como un aguacero
rompe fuerte sobre mi
ay pero a fuego lento
quema y moja por igual
ya no se lo que pensar
si tu recuerdo me hace bien o me hace mal
Un beso gris, un beso blanco
todo depende del lugar
que yo me fui eso está claro,
pero tu recuerdo no se va
siento tus labios en las noches de verano
ahí están cuidándome en mi soledad,
pero a veces me quiere matar
A veces gris, a veces blanco
todo depende del lugar
que tu te fuiste eso es pasado
se que te tengo que olvidar,
pero yo le puse una velita a to' mis santos
ahí está pa' que pienses mucho en mi
no dejes de pensar en mi
Piensa en mi
es antídoto y veneno al corazón
piensa bien
que quema y moja
que viene y va
tu dónde estás?
atrapado entre los versos y el adiós
Tu recuerdo sigue aquí
como aguacero de mayo
rompe fuerte sobre mi
y cae tan fuerte que hasta
me quema hasta la piel
quema y moja por igual
y ya no se lo que pensar
si tu recuerdo me hace bien o me hace mal
tu recuerdo sigue aqui
Le lo lay lelo lelo oh oh
rompe fuerte sobre mi
pero que rompe, rompe el corazón
quema y moja por igual
se que te tengo que olvidar
si tu recuerdo me hace bien o me hace mal
song writer: Tommy Torres
here you can see the video clip and also hear the music
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