on Saturday one of my friends who went to Iran for a month came back here and a bunch of my friends and I went to see her at red rose...I can't beilieve how I have changed...before if I hear about Iran I would want to go back and live there but now..its just a distant thing...we had to explain some of the common behavior in Iran to two of our friends who has been here since they were kids and wouldn't understand some things..like why boys in Iran can with be disrespectful to you on the streets and even physically abuse you!!!!and you can't really do anything about it...or so many different things that here we take it for granted..like 911...I know in Iran there is 110 but still I don't think its really does anything compare to 911..anyways...last night I had nearly a serious talk with one of my friends...its amazing how some people can calm you so much..he is like water on fire(I am usually firy;))...anyways..I am begining to realize that I am big time dreamer!!!I used to deny it..but now I have concluded after several experiements;)that unfortuantely I day dream alot..anyways...it has to stop..at least interms of human relation...
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I wish once in my life...I become cinderella...once....is it a big request?