<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 10:18:33 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>somisahara</title><description></description><link>http://assaran.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Somi)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>750</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-8094625067202419758</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 07:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-22T12:02:53.997+03:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Malaysia</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Rozana</category><title>Girly Cloths</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/Swj2v3t6yAI/AAAAAAAAAzc/Uel83HImrLY/s1600/IMG_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/Swj2v3t6yAI/AAAAAAAAAzc/Uel83HImrLY/s320/IMG_0019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406842654929111042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/SwjvqDJnjgI/AAAAAAAAAzU/ytt46WSpW8w/s1600/P8090065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/SwjvqDJnjgI/AAAAAAAAAzU/ytt46WSpW8w/s320/P8090065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406834858337472002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/SwjvpwcJeFI/AAAAAAAAAzM/EkgOYmUFcXo/s1600/P8090064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/SwjvpwcJeFI/AAAAAAAAAzM/EkgOYmUFcXo/s320/P8090064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406834853314918482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This type of wearing cloths was Rozana's selection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-8094625067202419758?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://assaran.blogspot.com/2009/11/girly-cloths.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Somi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/Swj2v3t6yAI/AAAAAAAAAzc/Uel83HImrLY/s72-c/IMG_0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-986353038164163289</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2009 06:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-21T10:12:16.763+03:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Myself</category><title>Books</title><description>What was the name of last book you read? Mine was "Funny in Farsi:Memoires of Growing Up Iranian in America ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a fact most of us can't even remember the name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-986353038164163289?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://assaran.blogspot.com/2009/11/books.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Somi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-8921174192855193407</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 09:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-19T13:21:06.075+03:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Myself</category><title>Busy Days</title><description>How bad is that we are sooooooo busy when even don't find any time for drinking a cup of tea or even saying a usual hello and bye (Or maybe intentionally pretend being busy for not drinking a cup of tea). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've missed Rozana at the moment very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-8921174192855193407?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://assaran.blogspot.com/2009/11/busy-days.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Somi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-287390803460084676</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 06:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-19T13:35:01.962+03:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Myself</category><title>Criticism</title><description>We should learn effective ways of criticism, it has sharp edge, and if we make mistake it'll do reverse.&lt;br /&gt;Great thanks for those who still thinks about making things better even if with a wronge way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-287390803460084676?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://assaran.blogspot.com/2009/11/critisism.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Somi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-1549725706273970237</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 04:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-21T09:19:11.818+03:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Myself</category><title>Barbery</title><description>Yesterday I went to Barbery with a friend and did all jobs which took about 3 hours. While those women were low-lighting our hair and doing the rest we just sat and talked and talked about friends, husbands,relatives, incidents, colleagues,...We drank tea and talked, we ate apple and talked, we phoned mother's for asking about kids and talked. &lt;br /&gt;I really felt that I am a woman. Although I'm a wife and mother and female manager but never feel this much femininity as I felt in the Barbery.&lt;br /&gt;I was all for myself and I was happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-1549725706273970237?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://assaran.blogspot.com/2009/11/barbery.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Somi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-2895816743681224139</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 10:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-19T23:38:05.213+03:30</atom:updated><title>Job Opportunity</title><description>My working company is looling for some engineers in software and hardware field with at least 3 years job experience.&lt;br /&gt;Please contact me if any of your friends is suitable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-2895816743681224139?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://assaran.blogspot.com/2009/11/work-opportunity.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Somi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-1236819484655271362</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 04:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T07:50:20.858+03:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Myself</category><title>Earthquake</title><description>Last night I had a bad nightmare. I was with Mehrdad and his sister and niece somewhere out of Tehran in a trip when suddenly an earthquake happened. Even now I can feel that moment which everything was shaking and also roof was ruined. We wasn't hurt andjust survived but all phones, mobiles, TV, radio ... was disconnected and I was damnly worried about my and Mehrdad's parents safety. Even I was thinking about my friends and Mehrdad's sister-in-law who is becoming a mother less than 2 months. &lt;br /&gt;I was crying for getting a tiny news about their safety. Even I was thinking my parents must be safe because their home is built antishake but what about Mehrdad's!!!&lt;br /&gt;Realy it was a nightmare but a very possible one. In the morning when I saw calm breathing of Mehrdad and also regular turn of Rozana while sleeping I thanked God times and again that I'm this much lucky for getting another turn of these scineries. &lt;br /&gt;We should use our chances even if we are so busy, one of them is going out with our beloved ones(As KhaleSanaz mentioned in her last post).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-1236819484655271362?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://assaran.blogspot.com/2009/11/earthquake.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Somi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-6752179275165559694</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 06:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-16T14:03:19.986+03:30</atom:updated><title>Cyber World</title><description>I'm sure you have seen lots of people who lie in cyber world of internet and introduce themselves as someone better for finding better friends or cheating some innocent ones. The simplest sample are those who complete their profiles younger than their age in chat rooms or even the worse are males who introduce themselves as females ...&lt;br /&gt;A modern subject of this matter is about those ones who are not kind/ generouse/ honest/ frank/ nice/ favorite ... but try to show themselves like these adjectives during their weblog lines or ...&lt;br /&gt;My addressor is those people: Try to be kind or honest in real world not just in cyber one, you won't benefit in pretending same as being like that. When they are people who don't bare being with you it means you are not as successfull as you think or write and try not to tell lie about anyone anywhere around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-6752179275165559694?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://assaran.blogspot.com/2009/11/cyber-world.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Somi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-7283803182806001303</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 09:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-14T13:28:12.455+03:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Rozana</category><title>:)</title><description>Last night we were invited somewhere. Rozana was playing and talking whatever she thought. At that place there was a person who put his finger in her nose. Suddenly Rozana shouted " ... joon dast bini naton." It means dear ... don't put your finger in your nose !!!!!1&lt;br /&gt;The face of that person infront of all those people was realy funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-7283803182806001303?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://assaran.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Somi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-5010441424692300968</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 09:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-11T13:34:43.968+03:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Myself</category><title>Happiness</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/SvqMJGPlMvI/AAAAAAAAAzE/VIMYUS4u4g0/s1600-h/IMG_0427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/SvqMJGPlMvI/AAAAAAAAAzE/VIMYUS4u4g0/s320/IMG_0427.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402784790907007730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/SvqMHj9xwWI/AAAAAAAAAy8/t_ZKu_IrrBM/s1600-h/IMG_0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/SvqMHj9xwWI/AAAAAAAAAy8/t_ZKu_IrrBM/s320/IMG_0180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402784764525658466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/SvqMGVmrzPI/AAAAAAAAAy0/erfiIO96nZI/s1600-h/IMG_0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/SvqMGVmrzPI/AAAAAAAAAy0/erfiIO96nZI/s320/IMG_0168.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402784743490833650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is always behind the dooor of your house, try hear her nock, let her come inside. She is a good guest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Today I heard about 2 holidays we will have as Ghorban and Ghadir eids in about 20 days. I'm happy and have lots of plans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-5010441424692300968?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://assaran.blogspot.com/2009/11/happiness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Somi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/SvqMJGPlMvI/AAAAAAAAAzE/VIMYUS4u4g0/s72-c/IMG_0427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-2560550932150455040</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 10:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-10T14:40:51.454+03:30</atom:updated><title>Thank You!</title><description>Today morning I didn't have a good start.&lt;br /&gt;at first I brought Rozana to her kindergarten with her new cloths (they had a photography program from children )&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to our local TCI center and paid bills of phone which was the last chance before disabling line.&lt;br /&gt;Then I stoped in front of a bank for taking money, the moment I locked my car a police car appeared and warned me that if I left my car there they would brought it to police parking lot because it's forbidden to park at that place. I got on the car and drove , thinking how lucky and sharp I was that tackle this problem !!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Exactly after 5 minutes I was that last chain of a 5 car chair accident!!!!!!!! Every one were guilty and I was the last car so I should pay for the car infront and no one would pay for me.&lt;br /&gt; Again police came and wrote documents, we all went to insurance agent, and they paid my front car by my insurance, then I went to a car repairing center where Mehrdad introduced, left the car there, came to work by bus and reached there at 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these happenings pluse the sound of accident which is still in my mind made me exhusted, realy I even didn't find any energy to move.&lt;br /&gt;Exactly at this certain moment of despair my best friend called me just for asking about my health. It was the moment I felt God likes me alot for giving me such friends.&lt;br /&gt;I talked to her and became calm. Even I found enthusiasm for updating my blog. Everything will pass, I'll solve all these problems only kindness will remain which it's left for me. Thanks alot my dearest dear ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-2560550932150455040?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://assaran.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Somi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-6236308726503757889</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 08:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-09T12:45:51.340+03:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Myself</category><title>Question</title><description>What do you do with your old cloths?&lt;br /&gt;This is the question occupying my mind these days. Rozana had a box full of used cloths which are not her size any more and are not old too. Mehrdad and I have also lots of cloths which are not fashionable any more. I don't through them away for finding someone who needs these used cloths but nowadays when finding that person I shy in giving the donation !&lt;br /&gt;what do you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-6236308726503757889?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://assaran.blogspot.com/2009/11/question.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Somi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-7294305531262539353</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 06:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T10:27:31.206+03:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Rozana</category><title>Lets Sing a Song</title><description>Numbers numbers 1,2,3,&lt;br /&gt;Numbers count for you and me,&lt;br /&gt;Count with numbers 1,2,3,&lt;br /&gt;1,2,3,4,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a part of a song Rozana &amp; I are singing (Actually screaming) everyday while we are at the road to kindergarten, in the kitchen cooking a meal, playing with dolls.... &lt;br /&gt;Today I was thinking about my best moment of a day life. Have you ever think about that? you have 24*60 minutes in a day. Which part is your best? Which one is the worst?&lt;br /&gt;My best time is these moments of singing with Rozana. It's like fuel for my soul engin. ...And the worst is ... better not to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my little princess for giving me this much joy and happiness. I easily forget all the naughty jobs you do in a day during these moments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-7294305531262539353?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://assaran.blogspot.com/2009/11/lets-sing-song.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Somi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-5435392095698365082</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 05:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-01T09:11:54.425+03:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Malaysia</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Rozana</category><title>More Pictures</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/Su0diu3LG6I/AAAAAAAAAys/ann5RdVqN78/s1600-h/IMG_4817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/Su0diu3LG6I/AAAAAAAAAys/ann5RdVqN78/s320/IMG_4817.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399004010819296162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/Su0diQE1VCI/AAAAAAAAAyk/rfislaGGp1M/s1600-h/IMG_0351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/Su0diQE1VCI/AAAAAAAAAyk/rfislaGGp1M/s320/IMG_0351.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399004002555089954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/Su0dh2yErAI/AAAAAAAAAyc/sCES5wYCsps/s1600-h/IMG_0252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/Su0dh2yErAI/AAAAAAAAAyc/sCES5wYCsps/s320/IMG_0252.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399003995765517314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/Su0dhnvxKrI/AAAAAAAAAyU/ON4Dufj10zw/s1600-h/IMG_0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/Su0dhnvxKrI/AAAAAAAAAyU/ON4Dufj10zw/s320/IMG_0226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399003991729318578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/Su0dhfed2jI/AAAAAAAAAyM/tMF2C8OGLPc/s1600-h/IMG_0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/Su0dhfed2jI/AAAAAAAAAyM/tMF2C8OGLPc/s320/IMG_0208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399003989509265970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some more pictures of our unforgottenable trip to Malaysia. &lt;br /&gt;That painting was on the wall of Junson Mall. It was done by children and published by UNICEF, a nice teamwork I think.Other pictures are taken in a toy shop and a big flowery in Kameron Highlands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-5435392095698365082?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://assaran.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-pictures.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Somi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/Su0diu3LG6I/AAAAAAAAAys/ann5RdVqN78/s72-c/IMG_4817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-6773850344004149907</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 05:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-29T08:44:07.395+03:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Myself</category><title>Thursday</title><description>I'm at work and Rozana is on the way to be here. Today her kindergarten is off and I don't have anyone for taking care so Mehrdad &amp; I divided my working time ,first half for Mehrdad and second half for me. Of course she is not a ball but today is passed here and there. &lt;br /&gt;Today I came to work by bus!!!!!! A 30 minute way took about 80 minutes. I was sitting there and looking at the face of people who were getting on and off and guessing who are them and what's their problem of being always frawning. It was an old game which I was used to play while going to high school and university by bus. Now I have a car which was my dream of that days but I'm still running and somehow hate driving because it occupies my mind and don't let me thinking about myself and Rozana.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a nice paradox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-6773850344004149907?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://assaran.blogspot.com/2009/10/thursday_29.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Somi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-3679130034745545503</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Oct 2009 09:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-24T13:28:33.254+03:30</atom:updated><title>...</title><description>It's the third time in last week that I've opened page of updating my blog but exactly after opening the page didn't find anything to write, I mean there were lots of subjects for writing and I can't select one of them.&lt;br /&gt;My mother went to Mashad and I'm very alone, in taking care of Rozana and talking with a friend. I'm just running and asking myself to be more potential of doing new tasks. Actually I'm successful in this case but the price is important too.&lt;br /&gt;I'm responsible for house jobs, Rozana trainings, office work ... and now thinking that I'm handling all of them but not with a perfect quality.&lt;br /&gt;From Wednesday a worker will come regularly to solve my problem in house jobs but what about Rozana and what about my own spirite which is dying to be cherished even by going to swimming pool or a gym club?!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-3679130034745545503?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://assaran.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Somi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-8553117618867772832</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2009 05:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-17T08:58:35.167+03:30</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Rozana</category><title>My Lovely princess</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/StlT-vkYMxI/AAAAAAAAAyE/cv5QAwF6FDg/s1600-h/IMG_0587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/StlT-vkYMxI/AAAAAAAAAyE/cv5QAwF6FDg/s320/IMG_0587.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393434366138921746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/StlT-I9j-yI/AAAAAAAAAx8/YXPPLTE0nm4/s1600-h/IMG_0578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/StlT-I9j-yI/AAAAAAAAAx8/YXPPLTE0nm4/s320/IMG_0578.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393434355775568674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/StlT9oRQf5I/AAAAAAAAAx0/KzH3NSTpfik/s1600-h/IMG_0575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/StlT9oRQf5I/AAAAAAAAAx0/KzH3NSTpfik/s320/IMG_0575.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393434346999807890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/StlT9KyZyFI/AAAAAAAAAxs/8VJa1LvfrKk/s1600-h/IMG_0572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/StlT9KyZyFI/AAAAAAAAAxs/8VJa1LvfrKk/s320/IMG_0572.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393434339085764690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rozana likes going to a barber but during the haircut only gaze&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-8553117618867772832?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://assaran.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-lovely-princess.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Somi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I-_pxshk604/StlT-vkYMxI/AAAAAAAAAyE/cv5QAwF6FDg/s72-c/IMG_0587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-1813843634606056582</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 07:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-15T11:31:35.571+03:30</atom:updated><title>Thursday</title><description>Yesterday was holiday in Iran calendar and tomorrow the same. I'm at work ,full of energy and happy of being at this point of my life. Yesterday I only rest at my parents home and today I'm going to eat lunch with a friend who haven't met for months. Everything is OK so why nagging like other times. &lt;br /&gt;Beside all these happinesses in life, I'm happy of having a man beside who is able for saying love me whenever I need , not like other men who needs only women ears for listening their problems. We women need hearing magic words of " I love you." it's a fact I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-1813843634606056582?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://assaran.blogspot.com/2009/10/thursday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Somi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-8289154777550454719</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2009 05:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-11T09:27:19.094+03:30</atom:updated><title>Life is Life</title><description>I was absent for lots of reasons, being so busy at work, catching cold, disconnection of Internet for a day, ...&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel how I've missed this page of HTML codes.&lt;br /&gt;I had a very busy and of course happy weekend. On Thursday my best friend and her husband with were us and on Friday we went to Mehrad's sister and Rozana played and screamed and laughed and ... Now I've learnt to enjoy the most from my opportunities so tried to manage my feelings in the way I want and surprisingly I was successful. It means lots of disturbing ideas didn't bother me any more.&lt;br /&gt;Mehrdad caught cold badly and had a sever flue, even the doctor was shocked of his temperature ,he is better today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've missed my brothers and Attiejoon a lot. How bad it's that you can't meet your beloved ones whenever you want but someones who are not important run into your mind everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God everything is going well.&lt;br /&gt;I'll put new pictures of my little princess at next post. &lt;br /&gt;bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-8289154777550454719?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://assaran.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-is-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Somi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-6758614997810801044</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 03:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-29T07:40:18.562+03:30</atom:updated><title>My Friend Departure</title><description>Visiting my friend proved again that energy never expires . If you are ending any friendship you have something else to notice as a great experience.&lt;br /&gt;I met my friend after 2 years but it's not just a simple 2 . For us who were used to visit each other everyday, seat behind high school and university chairs from 7 to 18, study all lessons with each other at exam night, sharing the secrets of becoming in love , remembering our birthdays even if being so far, ... &lt;br /&gt;sometimes words are not potential to express feelings. I can't say anything more just being happy for meeting my soul mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest ...&lt;br /&gt;I want to say again and again how much happy I am of having you in a place of this nice world ,and how much I've missed you in these 2 days of your back to your country.&lt;br /&gt;Take very very good care of yourself, your kind husband and all my wonderful memories. Wish to see you again in near future. Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiissssssss but never say good bye. I prefer saying Allah Hafiz which means God being the supporter of good memories we had. Allah Hafiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-6758614997810801044?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://assaran.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-friend-departure.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Somi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-1865316877116445619</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 05:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-24T14:20:39.368+03:30</atom:updated><title>Time Takings</title><description>When you are pregnant you've started gaining weight. this procedure doesn't have permanent speed but it is with you all those 9 months of carrying your baby. Then when your beloved one is born, you start loosing those extra weight. It's interesting that if you lose it naturally it needs at least 9 months( same as your pregnancy period) for reaching your natural size.&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me the 1st rule of thermodynamic which says energy is conserved in any process involving a thermodynamic system and its surroundings. We studied types of energies improving these rules for physic sciences at high school and university and I believe they are current in all aspects of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Making friendship is one of those energies. If you've paid some energy and time in finding a good friend then you should gain them back for losing that person and I think I'm in that phase of a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, all the moments I regret of fading this friendship thinking of Rozana and her source of energy makes me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is going on with all it's difficulties, thanks God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Tomorrow night I have a special guest who is the remembrance of lots of memories. Even now when I think about those 15 years of knowing each other I get surprised that how many incidents we passed for meeting each other again. Tomorrow night I have a special guest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-1865316877116445619?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://assaran.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-takings.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Somi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-5300813100621762725</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2009 08:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-22T12:32:57.352+03:30</atom:updated><title>Mehr</title><description>Tomorrow is the start of new educational year in Iran and I've missed the feeling of those days when Yaser and I take each other hands and go to our school which were besides each other. I have lots of memories .... Once Yaser forgot to wear shoes and came with slippers...... good old days.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when I went after Rozana in her kindergarten and saw everybody are preparing for 1st of Mehr I was proud that I can see this enthusiasm in Rozana's future.&lt;br /&gt;Happy 1st of Mehr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-5300813100621762725?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://assaran.blogspot.com/2009/09/mehr.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Somi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-912082702156856177</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2009 03:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-22T07:40:47.311+03:30</atom:updated><title>Fetr Mobarak</title><description>I'm eating breakfast behind my computer and typing in my blog at work. I wasn't late after almost a month (!!!) and full of energy. My PC had some problems and I changed it three times to get something which is able for installing my anti filter software (:D) so I wasn't online for congratulating Fetr and Attie joon's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Happy birthday my dear honey&lt;/span&gt;. We were all thinking about you but connecting by phone was impossible and ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year Fetr was different than previous ones. Some Ayatollahs announced it different than official day. It means some of us get fast at the day which was Eid for others. On Sunday morning I checked one of those Ayattollah who I believe in his opinion and saw he said you should fast today so I told others and didn't ate anything. We were invited somewhere outside of Tehran for lunch so we went and by default broke our fast out of Islamic rules but for those who didn't have ant information it became to something confusing ,and I regret for our kind people who are players in these Ayatollahs games.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-912082702156856177?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://assaran.blogspot.com/2009/09/fetr-mobarak.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Somi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-3349593552946305504</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 06:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-17T11:22:10.769+04:30</atom:updated><title>Nothing</title><description>Life is going on, thanks God. This phrase can be the start of a sad post or a happy one. Of course mine falls in 2nd group. Rozana is talking and talking all the day!!! Believe me it is hard to answer all her questions while you are fasting :D &lt;br /&gt;This week was the last week of Ramadan and we weren't at home most of the times. Eftari is a good reason for visiting friends in moslim countries even if you don't fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-3349593552946305504?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://assaran.blogspot.com/2009/09/nothing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Somi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7164749.post-5143738906783501839</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 05:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-14T09:59:25.565+04:30</atom:updated><title>Vali-E-Asr</title><description>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" &gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="font: inherit;"&gt;Vali-E-Asr is the name longest avenue in Iran. It's laid from Tajrish square in north to Railway station in south of Tehran. There are lots of famous shopping centers and restaurant there. One months ago ,traffic officers ratified a rule for making this street as a one-way road from south to north. It means for those ones who want to drive in opposite , there is no way there and should find &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something else&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!1&lt;br&gt;Last night Mehrdad &amp;amp; I went to eat Kalle-Pache there. We didn't found any parking place and any &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something else road ,&lt;/span&gt;so we went to another restaurant, but I was thinking about those people who are working or living beside the avenue and are not satisfied...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;        &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7164749-5143738906783501839?l=assaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://assaran.blogspot.com/2009/09/vali-e-asr.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Somi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item></channel></rss>