Weekend was a lot of fun, friday night, I went to an introductary class of Argantinan Tango and then off to another dancing gathering, Saturday I went to a more intellectual gathering and sunday was Iran-Bahrain soccer game and going to Harbour front afterwards. Smoggy evening made the decks of harbour front dreamy and great for taking pictures. Eating our sandwitches while the wind was blowing smoothly on our faces, with a dimmed lights, brought back memories in the past, when I was in Iran, I don't know why, talking about election, all brought back the memories of June of 1376 when I was able to vote for the first time and then I could never see the fruit of that vote because we moved to Canada. Now after 8 years, Listening to people talking about election, and how encouraging they are to vote, makes me think of how distant I have become toward my country, toward my ideals when I was younger, Have I changed that much?I used to monitor my changes in time, and reflect, but this is the ultimate change in my personality, not caring enough. My friend says, our future is tied to Iran, you know that, right?and a shiver just go up my spine, and just don't know and don't want to know what is going to happen, everything is so perfect at this moment in my life,June13,2005, that I don't want to ruin it with thinking of doubts.