Mr. MM

January 22, 2006

Love

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someone had written:

Love is: You cook him a desert, when you are on a diet.

but I think love is “And eating it with him”

January 17, 2006

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Last year was Barc’s. And also this year. Nice to see finicky games these days. And of course here is no class, no exam, and no nothing! Time to enjoy beauties. Reading, watching football, going out, and sometimes writing. These days are limited, I know! And Bcuz of this, they are nice!

April 11, 2005

Unhappy, but Optimistic

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Real 4 - 2 Barca

But,

Barca 69 - 63 Real and olny 7 matches left!

and aslo, Samuel Eto’o will only be out of action for ten days after he damaged cartilage in his knee according to Barca’s medical team.

I think this year is Barca’s.

April 10, 2005

Brca

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Tonight it is a great match. Barcelona vs. Real Madrid. In Santiago Bernabeo. Hope to see it live. Here in Iran. Like the last game. Or we should be online all the game and check the result.

Deco can’t play and Ronaldinho and Puyol are noot sure to paly. But I sense tonight is Barca’s.

And it is so gratifying that Frank Rijkaard insisted his team wouldn’t be going out just looking for a draw on Sunday: “It’d be very difficult to change our style and philosophy - we’ll be playing our usual game. For me the most important thing, regardless of the result is that the team gives an impression of having fought hard a good atmosphere amongst the players and the correct attitude ion a game are fundamental”.

March 31, 2005

Forget

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Some years before, when Mehr weakly was published, it was an issue there about Tea, Coffee and Cigarette. An astouding one. There, many people talking about these three, especially cigarette.

I remember wrote something then for Mirshakak –one of Mehr’s writers – cite that football (soccer) for me is just like cigarette for you. A thing that make me forget my pains, thoughts, problems for a while. At that time, I loved watching football. Every night.

Later, football loses its miraculous power one me. Like other things. Like cigars, pipe and so. And now, there is nothing. Nothing has any power on me. Any power to make me forget. So I live with all of my pains, thoughts and problems. For every moment.

It is nice. Very nice.

In the name of God, the creator of all beauties

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