<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:41:45.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pat &amp; Mat i Boras</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-114943971585871543</id><published>2006-06-04T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T09:48:35.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Night with Marge and The Puss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/HPIM1602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/HPIM1602.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night was Marge and The Puss’s last night in Sweden. Everybody was kind of upset that they were leaving. We decided to go to the lake as a fare well thing. We all walked together, talked and enjoyed our little trip. Then we came back home and sat around the table and talked all the night till the next morning when they left for the airport.&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing for me that how upset I can be of this fact that they are leaving. I mean we were not even that close, but last night I felt like wow, we could have been a lot closer than this. We could have been great friends for life and now I am missing the chance to go there. Then I thought what the hell, this is not the end, this is just the beginning. Right now we know each other, we are in contact via internet and we will meet each other in the near future (hopefully). Thus, this is just the beginning. Then when they left, I was kind of down, I thought if I go to bed and sleep I will feel much better tomorrow, but I guess I was wrong. This morning when I woke up I was so down; it was amazing for me to think of it. The two most amazing international students that I have met in my whole life have now left.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, god works in mysterious ways. He puts these two great people over there in my path and helps me to see the beauty inside other people. I still remember the first &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/HPIM1636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/HPIM1636.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;time I met them, from the first impression I knew wow, they are different, they are much cooler and way better than others. Unfortunately due to some other circumstances we did not have the chance to meet more. Either, I had to study or they had to study, but when we were done, then they had to leave. Therefore, right now I feel a great loss in my life, a loss of a beautiful friendship that could have been there, a friendship that could have lasted for life time. I just hope that we could keep this beginning going on and growing via the internet and maybe we would be able to become great friends after all. Thanks to technology, we have much more choices; I just hope we could choose them.&lt;br /&gt;Again guys, thanks for coming into my life and showing me the new stuff, the new perspectives of life, the new personalities, the new cultures and sharing them with me. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-114943971585871543?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/114943971585871543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=114943971585871543' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114943971585871543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114943971585871543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/06/last-night-with-marge-and-puss.html' title='The Last Night with Marge and The Puss'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-114935083732163145</id><published>2006-06-03T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T09:07:17.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Party with Marge and The Puss</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow night Marge and The Puss will leave for Spain. Their education here is finished and &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_0320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/IMG_0320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they are going back home. Thus we were suppose to go out together, but when the time came to go out, when we went to their place to pick them up, they we still sitting and drinking, thus we told them that we will meet them at the student union building in front of the university where a big party was suppose to take place. When I and Mat arrived at the student union, my god, the line to get in was so long that it was amazing for us. This was the first time we were seeing so many people at one place in Boras. It was amazing; it looked like all the students in Hogskolan I Boras were there. Anyway, after waiting in the line for about half an hour or so, we decided to go back home and tell Marge and the others, that is better to stay home. On our way back we met Esmesh ro Nabar and a couple of his Swedish friends. They were also coming back &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_0339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/IMG_0339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;from the student union party and they also were not able to get in and they were looking for an alternative, when we met them. Then we decided to go with them, since we were out already. We decided to go and check the other discos, a couple of them were closed and the rest were as same crowded as the student union. Thus we decided to go some place and have a dinner instead. After having a Turkish Kebab for dinner, we decided to call it a night and head back home. Marge and the gang were not out of their house yet.&lt;br /&gt;On our way back, I called them and asked them not to come, since every where is so crowded and we are heading back home, on the other hand I was a bit upset with them not being on time as they promised. But Marge said that they are already in the bus and on their way to the town and she insisted me to wait and go with them. We turned back to the bus center ad waited for them. When they arrived, Esmesh ro Nabar and Mat had already decided to go home and said good bye to them, but I on the other hand, could not do that for two reasons. First this was their last night out in Boras and second Marge was really upset when I told her I wanna go home. Thus I joined them. When we arrived at the after school, there was no line anymore but inside was still crowded. We had a great time and it was one of the best parties in the student union that I have been to since I have been here in Boras. We danced the night away, and walked all the way back home. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_0337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/IMG_0337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back I was thinking again that how lucky I was to meet such great nice people. Really there are not much people like Marge and The Puss in the world. So nice and so friendly. I am really going to miss them when they leave and I have already told them that. Although we were not together much, but the fact that they were there is going to be over, the fact that they were just the next door is now ending. Thus tonight we are still going out to finish it with great memories. To end it happily and memorable.&lt;br /&gt;Guys in the end I wanna say a few words, first I wanna say thank you for being there as a friend for me and I hope that we could keep in touch via the internet and keep our beautiful friendship as it is, visit each other once in a while and all. And second I just want you to know that you are always welcome to my place, wherever on earth I am leaving at the time. Give me a buzz and drop by. We will have a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-114935083732163145?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/114935083732163145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=114935083732163145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114935083732163145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114935083732163145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/06/last-party-with-marge-and-puss.html' title='Last Party with Marge and The Puss'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-114934654773550461</id><published>2006-06-01T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T07:55:47.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zapp’s Mother</title><content type='html'>Right after our final exam (not the Swedish one) Zapp’s mother came to Sweden. We were not able to meet them yet and the guys were planning to cook dinner and invite them over as a nice gesture but before we could plan it clearly, they invited us. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/400/IMG_3339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The dinner was a delicious Ghormeh Sabzi, a famous Iranian traditional food. After dinner we sat and talked for a while. Nearly whole our gang was there, I, Mat, Amoo, Zan Amoo, Khers e Mehraboon and Hanna. It was a great dinner, Zapp’s mom was a really nice lady and the night was a cool one.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-114934654773550461?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/114934654773550461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=114934654773550461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114934654773550461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114934654773550461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/06/zapps-mother.html' title='Zapp’s Mother'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-114934641469944418</id><published>2006-05-31T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T07:53:34.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Actions</title><content type='html'>Finally the exams are over but we still have one Swedish exam left and we were kind of bored with the little extra time we had at hand between. Thus, again our late night gathering started but this time with a different group of people. This time is I, Mat, Galoni and Esmesh ro Nabar. A few nights ago, Mat went to Esmesh ro Nabar and then they came here and we had a little chat. The reason I did not go there was that someone was there that I did not want to encounter and also I was busy like hell with sorting my music archive on my computer. Thus after their small talks, Esmesh ro Nabar and Mat came back here to talk with me. It was around 2:30 a.m. already when they came. We did not have dinner yet and I was preparing to go to bed when Mat said lets have some scrambled eggs and tomatoes. Thus imagine us having a dinner at 3:00 a.m. and I should say it felt really good. After that Esmesh ro Nabar said who is up for pasta, and well I and Mat are always up for strange stuff. Thus our second meeting was scheduled at 4:00 a.m. at his house. At that time me and Mat went there and we had a pasta. It was one of the best pastas I have ever had, I do not know whether it was because of the timing, friends or the pasta itself, but this became one of my best memories. Especially that I could say we made a stronger friendship bond with Esmesh ro Nabar that night. By the time we came home it was 4:30 a.m. and the sun was already out shining. This was one of the strange stuff we did during this time in between our exams.&lt;br /&gt;Till next adventures,&lt;br /&gt;Peace up,&lt;br /&gt;Pat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-114934641469944418?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/114934641469944418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=114934641469944418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114934641469944418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114934641469944418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/05/strange-actions.html' title='Strange Actions'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-114934626417517129</id><published>2006-05-16T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T07:51:04.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zan Amoo’s Birthday</title><content type='html'>Tonight was Zan Amoo’s birthday. Earlier this &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_3262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/IMG_3262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;morning Mat went out to do some shopping for her with Hanna. Apparently on the way, everyone called them and wanted to chip in and have a share, thus when they came back home, they had loads of gifts with them.&lt;br /&gt;Finally the time came and we went to Amoo’s house. Although it was a small gathering, but I can surely say it was the best party that I have been to since I have been in Boras. It was my kind of party, everybody sitting, joking and laughing and all. Apparently some people were upset of the jokes, which I promised my self to never ever joke either with them or when they are around, in case that I might unwillingly cross some lines and make some people upset. But all that aside, we had a hell of a time.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Amoo and Happy Birth Day Zan Amoo.&lt;br /&gt;Pat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-114934626417517129?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/114934626417517129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=114934626417517129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114934626417517129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114934626417517129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/05/zan-amoos-birthday.html' title='Zan Amoo’s Birthday'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-114934605796344214</id><published>2006-05-13T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T07:47:38.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Lake Night Picnic</title><content type='html'>A few nights ago we were deciding to go to a &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_3123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/IMG_3123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;picnic by the lake again. This time with the same experiences from the last time, we knew we are going to have a good time. But then suddenly Galoni said that “have you guys ever tried it during night time?”&lt;br /&gt;First we were stunned, because we thought since it’s in the woods is a bit dangerous but then we thought what the hell, lets take the risk ourselves first and then if it was a good experience we would once come with the guys as well. Thus we went there the night before last night. We had a hell of a great time; we made fire, sat by it, played, talked and sang songs. Therefore we decided to come here next day with the gang. We organized everything, invited the people, bought chicken for everyone, prepared it and then off we were into the woods. The first group left around 9:30 p.m. and we left around 10:30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived there, they had already prepared the fire and were ready to cook the food; we joined them all by the fire. Guys drank their beer, we had the food and after a few hours talking and gathering by the fire, we decided to come back home. It was already 2:00 a.m. when we left for home. The trip back was amazing, walking in the wood with a bunch of drunken people, all of them up in the sky. On the way back they were all trying to do strange stuff in the woods, like looking up and trying to turn around for 10 times which nearly no one reached 7. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_3130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/IMG_3130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we arrived home and everyone went to their houses exhausted of the late night picnic but hopefully extremely satisfied with it. Right at the time that we wanted to go home as well, I saw the full moon. It was beautiful, a big white circle up there in the far skies in front of me. It was an amazing view, I can say I, Mat and Prince Charming stood there and looked at it for a few minutes in silence before leaving for home.&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how life plays with you. Like who on their right minds thought that I would be here, in this situation, last year? Whatever is happening, I thank the lord high above for having an eye on me, protecting me and seeing into it that I am having a good time here in Boras. Thank you Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-114934605796344214?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/114934605796344214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=114934605796344214' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114934605796344214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114934605796344214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/05/our-first-lake-night-picnic.html' title='Our First Lake Night Picnic'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-114704036188710152</id><published>2006-05-07T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T15:22:09.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kolah Ghermezy in Boras (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_4756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/IMG_4756.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Friday morning both I and Mat did not have classes any more and decided to take Kolah Ghermezy to Gothenburg to show him around the big city and introduce him to the bunch of friends we have there. We took the 3:00 o’clock bus in the afternoon and arrived there around 4:00 p.m. Homer met us in Gothenburg’s central station and after having a &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_4842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/IMG_4842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;light lunch at Burger King we headed to Liseberg, the largest amusement park in whole Sweden. Liseberg is famous for “Balder”, its largest wooden structured roller coaster ride in the world but its scariest one is the “Kanonen”. Well, we started with Kanonen and actually that took the scary part of the other rides away from them. Then we went to Balder and the free fall and in the end the simulated boat ride in the wild waters. I have to admit, in the beginning I thought I will not like Liseberg but in the end I had so much fun. Finally Mat &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_4888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/IMG_4888.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;played a basketball game and won 2 lion dolls. One of them is ours and one we gave to homer, they are brothers “Sali” and “Kaseh”. Anyway, it was a great day and we enjoyed it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;On satureday we took Kolah Ghermezy around Gothenburg, showed him the famous city, landmarks, seaside and all. Nearly all the guys from yesterday joined us as we walked through town. It was a hot sunny day. In the evening we went to burger king for lunch again and after &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_4947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/IMG_4947.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that Homer insisted us to stay for the night again with him. At first we hesitated but then we decided to stay another night and then comeback today (Sunday). Kolah Ghermezy’s flight was on Sunday. Anyway, we stayed the night there, all the guys came to Homer’s place and we talked and joked the night away.&lt;br /&gt;Today, we woke up around 9:00 and took the 11:00 a.m. bus to Boras. As soon as we arrived here and dropped our stuff by the house, we took Kolah Ghermezy to see our fam&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_4975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/IMG_4975.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ous lake. The one we have all the barbeque picnics at. After that, we came home, took a shower and Kolah Ghermezy left for the airport to catch his flight back to Amsterdam.&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, it was a great weekend. One of the best I had so far, specially the Liseberg part. Since we were a bunch of cool people, we enjoyed it a lot. And I can surely say that nearly everyone enjoyed this Kolah Ghermezy’s trip to Sweden as much as he did enjoy it himself.&lt;br /&gt;Have fun,&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Pat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-114704036188710152?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/114704036188710152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=114704036188710152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114704036188710152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114704036188710152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/05/kolah-ghermezy-in-boras-part-2.html' title='Kolah Ghermezy in Boras (Part 2)'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-114679189997587666</id><published>2006-05-05T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T01:57:39.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kolah Ghermezy in Boras (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>The day before yesterday Kolah Ghermezy arrived here in Boras. We showed him around a little bit on the first evening he was &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_4512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/IMG_4512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here, we tought him the bus service and the shopping places so that he could go shopping if he needed to and we did not have time to go with him.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was busy like hell; I had a &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_4530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/IMG_4530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;class in the morning with Mat, which Kolah Ghermezy also came with us to see our classes. Then we went to the Royal Thai Restaurant for lunch and after that we had Swedish class but Mat ditched it to go with Kolah Ghermezy. I on the other hand prefer to attend all my classes, especially the Swedish one, because it’s the only place which I have to speak Swedish and practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_4538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/IMG_4538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, after my class, just when I was going home to rest and then go and work on my project with Zapp, Mat and Kloah Ghermezy saw me at the library door along with Khers e Mehraboon and told me that they want to go to see the Sobo Lake and they were &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_4603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/IMG_4603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;waiting for me. The Sobo Lake is the biggest lake in Boras located at the other end of town. To get there we had to take the usual bus from dormitories to university and keep on going until the last station, Sobo. When we arrived at Sobo, I kind of knew where the lake was located from the information the other guys had already given me, but since the lake was not visible from the street, Kolah Ghermezy and Khers e Mehraboon kept on nagging that we came the wrong way and that there is no lake &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_4633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/IMG_4633.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here. On the other hand Mat had faith in my GPS system and we kept walking. After a few minutes the lake was visible. This lake was much bigger than our own lake in the woods near the dormitory. The surrounding areas were residential and the lake was not in the middle of the woods, such as our own lake but still it had a beautiful sight and I loved it. After hanging there for a while, we headed back home because I had a project which took me till 1:30 a.m. to wrap it up. Although it was an exhausting day, I really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;Today I had classes from 9:15 a.m. till 5:00 p.m. and it was an extremely exhausting day full of unfortunate events for me. Some stuff happened that revealed the true identity of some people for &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/Picture%20027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/Picture%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me, some cases that made me change my opinion towards some of my friends. And this chain of bad events kept on going till right now that I am typing this message. Have you ever felt it as well, that one day, suddenly all the bad things keep happening to you in a chain of events and there is nothing you can do about it. Any way, I had this experience before and the only solution that I had found for it so far is to sleep over it and the next day start fresh, just like yesterday had never happened. Although today events opened my eyes towards a lot of stuff and made me decide to &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/Picture%20046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/Picture%20046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;take some actions against some people and some events in my life.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I was nearly forgetting, tonight we were invited to Hana’s and Khers e Mehraboon for dinner. Personally due to the pervious events and some other events there, I can not say that the night was a hit and that I enjoyed it a lot, but again this is only my opinion, I hope Mat and Kolah Ghermezy enjoyed it more than I did.&lt;br /&gt;Well I better go to bed now to start fresh tomorrow, to be able to put today behind me and go one with the rest of my life. Have fun every one.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-114679189997587666?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/114679189997587666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=114679189997587666' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114679189997587666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114679189997587666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/05/kolah-ghermezy-in-boras-part-1.html' title='Kolah Ghermezy in Boras (Part 1)'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-114679072712899831</id><published>2006-05-02T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T17:58:47.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Judi’s Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/DSC02419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/DSC02419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Friday evening it was Judi’s birthday party and we were all invited to her party in Gothenburg. Actually she called me personally and told me if I do not dance at her party she will not have a party at all, thus I had no other choice to say OK. When we arrive at the party, nearly half of the guests were already there. To be able to go to this party, we had to ditch our Swedish neighbor’s birthday party which both I and Mat were looking forward to go to for a long time. But what we could do, Judi was one of our close friends and I promised her I would dance at her party. Anyway, when it got my turn to go on the dance floor, I can tell you it was not as bad as I had thought it will, but still I was a guy in the middle with everyone forming a ring around me which I had no idea who most of them were and what the hell I was doing, I just tried to go with the flow and not ruin the party. In the end everything turned out to be fine, the party went on great and everyone had fun. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_3037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/IMG_3037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that party we stayed in Gothenburg for the next 2 days. And in our last day we helped Homer move his house to another one. Although he says his neighborhood is not as good as the other one, but I liked it much better. His house was much bigger and nicer, his neighborhood was more residential and it was a great house to my opinion. After the moving I and Mat really wanted to come back to Boras but Homer insisted us to stay that night and accompany him. Therefore we left Gothenburg next day around 11:00 and got back home and attended to our delayed chores and homework.&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, Mat’s friend is arriving here so we have to clean the house and prepare ourselves for the arrival of his majesty, KOLAH GHERMEZY.&lt;br /&gt;So long for now,&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-114679072712899831?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/114679072712899831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=114679072712899831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114679072712899831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114679072712899831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/05/judis-birthday.html' title='Judi’s Birthday'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-114573786667087012</id><published>2006-04-22T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T13:31:07.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Picnic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/P4220395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/P4220395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today we had bought a big turkey to take it with us to a picnic and cook it in the fire. At the beginning it was only going to be me, Mat, Galoni and Lolek but later on we turned out to be 8 people. The story is like this, this morning I went down town to fix my sunglasses, there was a huge party there, therefore I sent a message on everyone’s cell phone that there is a cool party down town right now, u could come. Then a few minutes later The Puss called me and asked me what I was doing, I told her that we are going to a picnic, do you wanna come and she said yeah, sure. After this call, she got back to me in 15 minutes saying that not only she and Marge are coming but another bunch of people are coming as well. By the time I got back home, the guys were ready to leave, when we formed the group outside in the yard, only Prince Charming and Barbamama came from&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/P4220398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/P4220398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that bunch.&lt;br /&gt;We headed for the woods and the lake, then we wanted to walk a lot more but at the time we were so hungry we decided to have lunch at that little corner near the lake. While the guys were preparing fire we played some games. Then the lunch was ready, it was great, delicious and CHARB. After lunch Lolek and Barbamama came back, since they had stuff to do, but we stayed and played a game. It was so fun, especially Marge, she was laughing so hard all the time that she was not able to catch the ball at all. After a long exhausting game, we all headed back home and rested the remaining of the day.&lt;br /&gt;This program was so good that we decided to go on another one in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-114573786667087012?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/114573786667087012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=114573786667087012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114573786667087012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114573786667087012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/04/our-first-picnic.html' title='Our First Picnic'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-114557155882233021</id><published>2006-04-20T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T15:23:54.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Dinner Party</title><content type='html'>Tonight we were invited to a Kurdish couple who came with us to Boras. The lady used to live with Khers e Mehraboon for a while till her house problems were sorted out. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/IMG_3010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore she knows us from there. After a while her husband came here after Christmas and thus she has wanted to invite us over for dinner for a long time now. Everything went great; we had Kurdish dinner and listened to Kurdish music, different religious, national and political discussions which I have to say I did not even agree with one of them. Anyway, all went great and now we are back home again to see if we can study a little bit for the remaining of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers all,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-114557155882233021?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/114557155882233021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=114557155882233021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114557155882233021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114557155882233021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/04/another-dinner-party.html' title='Another Dinner Party'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-114459210759565072</id><published>2006-04-09T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T07:15:08.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crane Safari</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_2976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/IMG_2976.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had signed up for a Crane Safari which included a trip to a city nearby, visiting their cathedral, their museum, lunch and finally going by the lake to see the Cranes dance.&lt;br /&gt;The program started at 8:00 a.m. sharp, so I had to get up like &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_2857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/IMG_2857.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6:30 a.m. to be able to make it to the bus. After arriving at the school a few minutes earlier than 8 we realized that due to some people’s disrespect for timing, they had announced the time earlier. Due to that we left at 8:30 a.m. and still some people were not there. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_2866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/IMG_2866.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, we got on the bus and sat in pairs. Our group of friends was sitting close together. I have to say, it was a long time since my last bus trip with a bunch of friends and we enjoyed the ride itself a lot. On the way the driver made a mistake and he had to make a U turn and go back a few kilometers. By the time we came to a halt we were at the parking lot of a cheese factory, although it looked more like a shop than a factory. They told us we have 30 minutes to tour inside the shop. It was a nice place, we took some pictures but the best part was that we were able to stretch our legs a bit. After our tour here we got back on the buss and drove to Skara’s cathedral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_2889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/IMG_2889.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we arrived at the cathedral, they told us a little about the cathedral itself, its location and its surroundings. After that we went inside the cathedral. If I may say, comparing with other cathedrals I have seen so far, this one was nothing. For crying out loud, the ones in Italy or Notre dam in Paris were far more beautiful than this but still it was nice for the guys. The cathedral was more like a church, it had a huge organ pipe on the balcony which seemed to be used only for special &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_2892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/IMG_2892.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;circumstances, a smaller organ pipe which was situated at the corner of the hall, which they were tuning it up and there was also a small piano which seemed to be used meanwhile those two were out of service. At on of the corners, stood the grave to couple which since all the information were in Swedish we did not have any idea who they were, we just took pictures with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_2903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/IMG_2903.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finishing our tour here, we headed to the museum. Actually the museum was worse than the church, every thing was arranged in a way to show that they&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_2913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/IMG_2913.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; are old, but gain comparing to Takht-e-Jamshid is Shiraz, Iran (a living museum by itself) or the Louver in Paris this museum was nothing. Anyway, we had a small tour of the museum and we laughed a lot in it, making jokes and taking funny pictures and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_2924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/IMG_2924.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the museum we headed to the restaurant for lunch. The restaurant was located in a far isolated location in a beautiful area. The restaurant was practically a house which they had made some of its halls to a serving place for guests and wh&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_2940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/IMG_2940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en we arrived there it was completely empty such as the whole place was reserved for us. The lunch consisted of salmon fish, potatoes, a vegetarian stew along with salad and drinks. I have to say it was one of the best meals I have had since I was here. I enjoyed myself a lot and we ate as much as we could. After lunch we had a cup of coffee and tea and a small desert sweet which I did not know what it was but it tasted great. Eventually when every one finished up their lunches we headed out for a little fresh air, took some pictures and then headed towards the Crane Dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_2961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/IMG_2961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we arrived at the sight, I chose a crane to dance with, but unfortunately she flew away and left me heart broken. This was mainly the subject of our jokes while we were &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_2970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/IMG_2970.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there. Fidel and I made so many jokes on this lame subject and we laughed so hard about it that others were feeling that these jokes might be really funny. In this location we were only joking and laughing, full of energy after that great meal. We took so many pictures in various forms. Finally this visit was over, and when I thought we are going back to Boras, they announced that we are going to have a small stop at Ekornavallen, a place were there were graves &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_2993.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/IMG_2993.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;from Stone Age, Bronze Age and Iron Age. Here was our last stop and thus we took a group picture here and made our final jo&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_2993.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kes.&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to Boras nearly everyone was sleep, tired of the long day. When we got home, the guys told us there is a party in Tunlansgatan, a Hungarian guy is leaving for home. We contacted Apu and arranged it with him, since he lives there and then I, Mat and Galoni went there just to visit our new friends from today but I ended up speaking to an old friend from the Hobbs and her friend from Norway. We had some great discussions and she seemed extremely intelligent. Finally the guys told me we are leaving for home, thus saying goodbye to my old and new friends, specially the Spanish gang, we headed back home for a great sleep.&lt;br /&gt;This has been one of my best days since I have been here in Boras. Hope every one could experience the same fun I am experiencing here and for that you do not need to be here, you can be any where, you just need to learn how to appreciate the stuff around you.&lt;br /&gt;Peace up,&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-114459210759565072?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/114459210759565072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=114459210759565072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114459210759565072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114459210759565072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/04/crane-safari.html' title='The Crane Safari'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-114409438565346912</id><published>2006-04-02T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T13:13:02.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grand “Grand Hotel”</title><content type='html'>Last night we were planning to go to the grand Hotel disco with the guys.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/400/Imagen%20158.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Personally the Grand Hotel music is not to my taste, because I do not like trans-music, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/Imagen%20152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/Imagen%20152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but since the &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/Imagen%20141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/Imagen%20141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;guys like it and the place itself is great and cheap, we decided to go there. At the beginning it was only suppose to be me, Mat, Scroudge and Prince Charming, but this told that and eventually we turned up to be 8 people all together. Even Apu came along. Finally it turned out to be a great night, every one enjoyed themselves. We left home at 9:30 p.m. and by the time we got back it was 3:30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/Imagen%20172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/Imagen%20172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a great night and I personally enjoyed it most because my friends enjoyed it a lot. Although apparently Dehkhoda was not enjoying it near the end, which I guess it has&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/Imagen%20139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/Imagen%20139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to do with Jonny Bravo, but in a nut shell it was really great. I can say that The Puss enjoyed herself most of all, to that limit that even Marge which I do not chat with, send me a message and telling me that next time she will come with us.&lt;br /&gt;Any way, thanks guys for accompanying us, I hope you all had&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/Imagen%20180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/Imagen%20180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a great time and we will try to that once more later on to see how much you really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;Peace up,&lt;br /&gt;Take care,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-114409438565346912?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/114409438565346912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=114409438565346912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114409438565346912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114409438565346912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/04/grand-grand-hotel.html' title='The Grand “Grand Hotel”'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-114297669367456824</id><published>2006-03-21T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T13:16:36.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Royal Thai Restaurant</title><content type='html'>Today, Little John, our Turkish class mate invited us all to the Royal Thai res&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_2801.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;taurant, since he had won about 60,000 SEK in a TV show in Turkey and he wanted to share his prize with us.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/400/IMG_2809.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The lunch &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_2801.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/IMG_2801.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was great, the place and every thing was extremely great. I have to say, it was the best thing I had since I have been here in Sweden.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, thank you Little John for the lunch, it was great. May you win all the races in your life, one by one.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-114297669367456824?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/114297669367456824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=114297669367456824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114297669367456824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114297669367456824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/03/royal-thai-restaurant.html' title='The Royal Thai Restaurant'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-114297541599515115</id><published>2006-03-21T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T13:10:16.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year Party (Norouz)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/CIMG1546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/CIMG1546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally spring time and our new year came. The Iranian new year is based on the beginning of spring, when the earth is reborn, everything get a new life, a new spirit. That is the beginning of our new year, it has been so for thousands of years and now come to think of it, I believe the ancient Iranians (Persians) knew what they were doing, all they actions and ceremonies make sense. Is due to this traditions and stuff that I am proud to say that I am an Iranian, a Persian. Any way, we were planning to go to Uncles house for the New Year and he and his Khanoom were cooking dinner. Anyway, by the time we were getting ready, uncle called and told us since Fiona (their flat mate and our friend) has an exam, they are going to bring the party to our flat instead. First of all we were suppose to be just 5 people but in the end we turned out to be 8, it was a great party, although &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/Imagen%20079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/Imagen%20079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we did not do anything special, but being around friend during the new year itself is a great feeling, specially when you cannot be with your family. Everybody had a great time, it was obvious by their faces that they all missed home, but the feeling of being together at that time helped us all go through the new year with joy and laughter and made our friendships grow stronger. I can say that last night I made my friendship much stronger with a lot of the guys, and in the end I have to say thank you all for being there as my friend, to help me pass the new year next to the people I care, next to my friends, next to my mates. These are what count most in the friendship.&lt;br /&gt;A very happy new year to you all, I wish you all a peaceful year full of joy and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;May Lord Have Mercy On Our Souls,&lt;br /&gt;Peace up,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-114297541599515115?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/114297541599515115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=114297541599515115' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114297541599515115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114297541599515115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-year-party-norouz.html' title='The New Year Party (Norouz)'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-114296688373661217</id><published>2006-03-19T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T10:48:03.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Hotel Disco</title><content type='html'>Well, Last night we decided to go to the Grand Hotel Disco for the first time, actually the main reason was that I had received a card at home from them stating that I have free entrance for the entire month because I was born in 1981. Thus, I, Mat and Apu planned to go there together, Jonny Bravo joined us in the middle of way by surprise. Anyway, we reached the disco, it was great, a huge disco, nice dance floor, great DJ, live music as well, huge sitting places and a great atmosphere. Both I and Mat enjoyed it a lot since it was our first time and we decided to go there more often. The most surprising thing was that the entrance was cheaper than other places if you were there before 10 O’clock. Therefore I guess you will hear more of this place from now on. By the way, when we went there was exactly the night after St. Patrick’s day and the band played a little Irish music which I do not know for what but my feet started to go and dance the Irish tap dance all by themselves which when it ended the old lady standing next to me was amazingly impressed by it and hugged me and said brilliant job. Wow, I feel pity for her to think that I am a great dancer. This was our story so far. I will let you know more about our New Year Party (Norouz) later on.&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith,&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-114296688373661217?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/114296688373661217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=114296688373661217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114296688373661217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114296688373661217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/03/grand-hotel-disco.html' title='Grand Hotel Disco'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-114269110944055582</id><published>2006-03-18T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T06:16:06.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After the 3rd Quarter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_2593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/IMG_2593.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Again I am sorry for the long delay, I have been tied up with my exams again but hopefully all have had went well and the 3rd quarter is over afterall. It was a tough quarter but not as the one before or the one after it. We had 2 exams and well I was in quarantine for 2 weeks for studying. It was a rough 2 weeks, but I kind of like it. Sometimes all you have to do is to study and is at those moments when you realize the value of a second in you life and you try to optimize your use of time and when you finish what you have set for, the feeling of satisfaction will fill your entire body from head to toe, your soul will fly and “Wallah” you are happy. I believe all that happiness is for the efficient use of time and I can efficiently use my time, only when I have exams.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on the night before our last exam, when we nearly tied everything up, I and Zapp, suddenly Galoni called me and told me is one of &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_2607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/IMG_2607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the guys birthday and asked us to go over and join them, well tired of all the studying, me and Mat went for a little rest and when we reached them we saw that Zapp and the other guys were there as well. It was mostly a small privet party with just the close friends, we had fun for a while, jokes and laughter and all, and then we headed back home for the next day’s exam.&lt;br /&gt;This was nearly all that happened to us until after the exams which I and Mat were planning for a weekend full of fun. On Thursday we went to the movies (Fun with Dick and Jane) and then to the after school party, but since most of the students were still in their exams, it was not busy that much. Thus we decided not to go to the next night’s St. Patrick’s Day party as well, since we already knew not many people are going to be there and it turned out that we were right. But we are all planning for next weeks after school party, because its gonna be a hit, full of people, they even told us to sign up, in case they are out of room. Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-114269110944055582?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/114269110944055582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=114269110944055582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114269110944055582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114269110944055582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/03/after-3rd-quarter.html' title='After the 3rd Quarter'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-114149423522458380</id><published>2006-03-04T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T09:43:55.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After School Party, A Place to Hang Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/myriam%20048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/myriam%20048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Again another Thursday and another after school party. This week Fiona’s friends were here from the Netherlands and they came to the party as well. The party went on great and everyone had fun. Later on someone asked me if I had fun at the party and since I do not drink and dance like the others, I thought a little bit about what answer I can give them because I do enjoy the party but in a different sort of way. Suddenly it came to me, the after &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/myriam%20049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/myriam%20049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;school party is a place to hang out with friends for me. To sit, talk, make jokes, laugh and have a good time. The music is there just to make the space a little bit more fun; people are dancing which shows that they are having fun. Eventually if you hang out at a place when others are having fun, you will have fun as well or at least this is how it goes for me. I do not care how crowded the after school party gets, how many people do come or so as long as my friends are there besides me. In other words I am not really &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/Tes_Es%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/Tes_Es%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;good with strangers and people whom want to act cold towards you (especially Swedish people), thus I prefer to have my own group of friends and make jokes and laugh. At the moment I have a few groups of friends which I hang out with each at a time. Sometimes in the after school party these groups come together and I really enjoy it when I see that my friends can hang out with each other so great.&lt;br /&gt;My advice to you is to try to have as many friends as you can, not all of them will be your close friends but at least you will have someone you know every where and when you go there you can hang out with them and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;Peace Up,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-114149423522458380?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/114149423522458380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=114149423522458380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114149423522458380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114149423522458380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/03/after-school-party-place-to-hang-out.html' title='After School Party, A Place to Hang Out'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-114097621142484946</id><published>2006-02-24T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T09:50:11.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Thursday, Another AfterSchool Party</title><content type='html'>Last night we went to the after school party again and met the guys there. When we arrived there were not much people there but it &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/laura%20186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/laura%20186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eventually started to get a little bit crowded. Most of the people were the international students so we kind of knew each other and had a lot of fun just talking and chatting with each other. I met a new friend and hanged out with the old ones. It was a great night although some people might not have enjoyed it that much but I like to meet new people and bond with the old ones and in my opinion it was a great night.&lt;br /&gt;Albeit all the enjoyment we had, in the last minute, while we were waiting for the last bus of the day, the bus just came and passed by us with out stopping, fortunately we were lucky to catch it by the central station and then Hanna went in and killed the driver (kidding) but we had a discussion with him and besides all the fight, the only thing that scared him most was the last sentence that Mat told him before getting of the bus: “I guess we have no other choice then just &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/laura%20234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/laura%20234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;go and complain about your act tonight to your supervisor”. Actually I think no one went to complain but that sentence alone scared the hell out of the driver, and I doubt that he would be doing that for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the fact that sometimes, a small meaningful sentence can go much further than just shouting and screaming. Shouting and screaming will make the opposite person react automatically in a defensive mood and it will have no results but just a fight, but a meaningful sentence will make them think of their action. Although this will not work all the times, some people just do not want to accept the truth and the facts, they do not want to accept that they were wrong, in these cases I would say “just try to empty yourself with a small endless fight” although is not the right thing to do (but still makes you feel a bit better afterwards).&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Pat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-114097621142484946?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/114097621142484946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=114097621142484946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114097621142484946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114097621142484946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/02/another-thursday-another-afterschool.html' title='Another Thursday, Another AfterSchool Party'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-114097489592470288</id><published>2006-02-23T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T09:28:15.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Flat Anthem</title><content type='html'>A few nights ago Mat sent me the following link which I thought was really cool. I guess you guys should check it out as well. After careful consideration, we decided to change our flat anthem to this song for a while, just for fun. Enjoy the link and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dura.cell.free.fr/home/swf/moresexthanme.swf"&gt;http://dura.cell.free.fr/home/swf/moresexthanme.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace up,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-114097489592470288?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/114097489592470288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=114097489592470288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114097489592470288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114097489592470288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-flat-anthem.html' title='New Flat Anthem'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-114061931085207694</id><published>2006-02-22T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T06:41:51.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts of Life</title><content type='html'>This post is a general issue and it’s for everyone not some one specific. Here I just wanted to remind you some facts of life in general. First of all I have to say, guys, never lie, there are only a few stuff in the world worth lying for and when you start to add other stuff to that category eventually you raise a point when you have degraded yourself. Once someone told me when you call someone a rude name or so, you are actually showing your own personality besides insulting that person. The same thing goes with lying, when you lie to someone directly in their face, is like not only you are insulting their knowledge of the situation and all, you are also degrading yourself by that as well. After a while everyone will know you as the guy who lies all the time, exactly like the story we read about the lying shepherd in our elementary school. At the time we all though that was a cute story and all, but when you go deep into it you will see that there is more into this story than just being cute. So please Do Not Lie, or if you wanna lie, don’t do it directly in the face of your friend. I do not know about others, but that is a great insult for me and my intelligence. Second, this is what I always have said since the day we moved here and is what I always will, enjoy the moments as they are but not to any expense. I mean try not to upset someone just for your own sake of good and happy moment, people come and go, friends come and go, time passes by and nothing lasts for ever but the memory remains. And that memory will be what people will remember about you, about whom you were and who you are, and since it’s a small world after all, later on you have to pay for that image of you that you have built for yourself. As once a great man said, live like you are going to die tomorrow, act like you will live for ever.&lt;br /&gt;Human beings have spirit and that spirit is free. Any constraints we put on it, is the one we build ourselves, and as you know any free thing is wild, so just to tame that spirit we need to put some constraints on it, but unfortunately some people either make those constraints too much or too few. Too much makes your spirit a prisoner of your own mind and too few makes it a wild thing which eventually will prevent you from hanging out with others just because your spirits do not match. So watch your spirit, in fact all we have is our spirits and souls.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, your soul is the one thing you can’t compromise. Be a free spirit and enjoy life, try to earn the hearts of the people you meet not to hurt them. Each broken heart will come hunting you afterwards, so be careful in your encounters with others.&lt;br /&gt;Peace Up,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-114061931085207694?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/114061931085207694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=114061931085207694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114061931085207694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114061931085207694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/02/facts-of-life.html' title='Facts of Life'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-114036651201424417</id><published>2006-02-19T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T09:24:27.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dehkhoda’s Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/Farshid"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/Farshid%27s%20Birthday%20004.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why but it seems that most of the guy’s birthdays are in February and Dehkhoda’s was last night. Scroudge had thrown him a party and everyone we knew was invited. Especially my Spanish mate, The Comic Book Guy. It was a great party and Dehkhoda enjoyed it a lot but I believe his uncle who was visiting him from US enjoyed &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/Farshid"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/Farshid%27s%20Birthday%20037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it even more. After the cake and presents at Scroudge’s flat, the guys played a little twister and then went over to Hanna’s and Khers e Mehraboon for some Iranian music, dance, tea and Ghelyoon. At first I thought they might not like it much, but to my amazement not only they liked it but also they were apparently all professionals at the dances and all. Hopefully everyone enjoyed their time over there un&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/Farshid"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/Farshid%27s%20Birthday%20041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;til the police came and said that there has been some complaint about the music and the noise and that was nearly the end of the party. A few minutes later the guys said lets go play Poker at another flat which some of us went and the others head home. I really like this poker game, is fun and I have to mention we do not play for real money so it makes it easy for ever&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/Farshid"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/Farshid%27s%20Birthday%20087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yone to play. Before we go to the other flat we had a small stop at the center yard to play a little snow fight with the fresh snow that had just landed on the ground and it was great, I personally had a lot of fun. After like half an hour playing we went to the flat and the game started. I was teammates with Marge and we one the first round but eventually we lost the game to &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/Farshid"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/Farshid%27s%20Birthday%20090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zapp. It was a great game and it went on till 5:00 a.m. eventually I got home and went to bed half an hour later.&lt;br /&gt;It was a great night and I enjoyed it a lot, Wish you the best to come in life Dehkhoda, you’re a year older, so act like it mate (hahahan just kidding). Have fun and don’t let this Great Spirit in you fade away and grow old with you.&lt;br /&gt;Peace up everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-114036651201424417?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/114036651201424417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=114036651201424417' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114036651201424417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114036651201424417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/02/dehkhodas-birthday.html' title='Dehkhoda’s Birthday'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-114026891494231096</id><published>2006-02-18T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T08:25:32.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shrek 2 (First Time)</title><content type='html'>Well, last night Fiona and Leela were at copenhaugen and Amy was alone at home and thus we had decided to go over and watch Shrek 2 together, since she had not seen it yet. Our appointment was at 20:00 and I was about to go and take my stuff to their place when The Comic Book Guy got online and we started a chat and I invited him over and he accepted it. When we went over, Amy and her friend were ready for the movie. The Comic Book Guy was already here and came with me and I started to put the laptop together. Mat came over a few minutes later and we started the movie. The reason we went over to Amy’s was that since we were like 5 people, we did not have any couches in our sitting roo&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/10889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/10889.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;m but the girls had decorated theirs like a practical one, thus we went over. It was a great movie, we enjoyed it a lot and we had a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Fiona had asked me to keep this one to see it together, thus I did not delete the movie and still have it for further use, therefore don’t worry, and I do not mind watching it more than once, is a great movie.&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, Louie found my long last love, she is the one on the far right in the picture (just in case you get confused and can not recognize her). Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-114026891494231096?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/114026891494231096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=114026891494231096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114026891494231096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114026891494231096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/02/shrek-2-first-time.html' title='Shrek 2 (First Time)'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-114004663725244840</id><published>2006-02-15T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T15:37:17.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Movie “Munich”</title><content type='html'>Tonight I, Mat and Amy went to see the new movie by Steven Spielberg called Munich. The other girls could not come with us because they were on a trip to Copenhagen and since Amy was alone we decided to take her to the movies with us. The film was about the terrorist wars between Palestine and Israel and it was a really complicated film. I mean after the film was over I was so tired that I do not even know how I got home. I guess Amy did not enjoy it much but she did not mention it just because she did not want to upset us. Anyway, after the film was over we headed back to the bus station to catch the bus home, right at the time we arrived at the station the bus left it, we waited till the bus turned the square and then waved it in hope it will stop. Lucky for us it did stop, I guess the reason was because Amy was with us. While we got on the bus, a few other people got on it as well. It was so cool, because I thing the next bus was in half an hour or so. Anyhow, while on the bus, a drunk old lady sat beside me (my long lost love) and started to talk to me in Swedish, which none of us understood her, but she seemed sweet. By the time we reached our destination, she even said goodbye to us, we got off the bus and Amy was like “that lady really liked you Pat”. At that moment it struck me, she was my long lost love and then I started to cry, why did I let her go so easily, why didn’t I ask for her number or so. Then Amy promised me that she will help me find her through Louie (a French guy in the film which helped the Israelis to locate the Palestinian leaders around the world). So far there has been no news, but I really hope she would be successful. Come to think of it, I still do not know why did I let her go so easily, she was sweet and kind and old and drunk and drop dead gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;Well, aside with the jokes, it was a great movie and a great night, we even stopped by Amy’s place afterwards to eat some of their leftover cookies from their last night all girls valentines gathering. They were no bad if I may say, but I and Mat enjoyed Fiona’s chocolate cake the most, it was like pure chocolate. Finally, thank you Amy for every thing, coming to the film, pretending that you liked it, the bus, helping me track my new found girl friend and the cookies.&lt;br /&gt;Peace up everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-114004663725244840?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/114004663725244840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=114004663725244840' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114004663725244840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/114004663725244840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/02/movie-munich.html' title='The Movie “Munich”'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113977437288880055</id><published>2006-02-12T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T10:20:12.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erasmus Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/Ali%20&amp;%20ik.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/Ali%20%26%20ik.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was Saturday night and the guys had organized a party and invited everyone to it. I still do not know why but when I heard that they are preparing for it, I just volunteered for help and apparently the guys liked the idea a lot. Anyway, I ended up cleaning the room with them, preparing the room, organizing the stuff and in the end taking re&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/DSC01282.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/DSC01282.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sponsibility of the bar with my Spanish mate, the Comic Book Guy. The party got started and I &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/DSC01282.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;have to admit it went pretty well, everyone was &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/Erasmus%20Party%20107.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;happy and satisfied, we had a lot of fun, and everything went cool. People started to leave around 2:30 a.m. and that was when the booze was over and I was free from the bar, but we were in the room till 4:30 in the morning and after that the guys went to play &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/Erasmus%20Party%20037.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/Erasmus%20Party%20037.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;poker, I did go wi&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/Erasmus%20Party%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;th &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/Erasmus%20Party%20037.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;them but after a while, some stuff came up that I preferred not to be in the crowd anymore at the time, thus I went to bed like 5 a.m. My whole Sunday was F**ked up due to this matter but i&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/Erasmus%20Party%20107.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/Erasmus%20Party%20107.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n the end I think it &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/Erasmus%20Party%20107.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was worth it. Alongside the fun I learned a lot of stuff that night, about other people, how to react with them in different situations and eve how to ignore them sometimes. How to counter a drunk person and &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/DSC01282.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;also how to put out a fire, because one of the guests scarf caught on fire and we had to react fast and put it out. In the end I have to say, it was a great party, great experience and a lot of great people.&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone enjoy their lives as I am enjoying mine, or even more,&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113977437288880055?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113977437288880055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113977437288880055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113977437288880055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113977437288880055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/02/erasmus-party.html' title='Erasmus Party'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113977301178353525</id><published>2006-02-11T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T12:14:34.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mat’s Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/Picture%20012.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/Picture%20012.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Mat’s birthday and I had bought the presents from 2 weeks ago, but just to be on the safe side I have had hidden them with the neighbors just so that he would not find them soon. Our programs for tonight were to go out to a pizza place for dinner and then come back to Hanna and &lt;a name="OLE_LINK2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK1"&gt;Khers e Mehraboon&lt;/a&gt;’s for the after wards party. Our neighbors accompanied us for dinner but apparently they had further program for later on and did not join us for the party. During dinner we had a lot of fun and a lot of laughter. The dinner was great and in the end Khers e Mehraboon dared me to stick my face in a &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/Picture%20025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/Picture%20025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;slice of pizza and well I do get crazy when I am in the mood and well as you can already see in the picture I went heads in. after the great dinner, Fiona, Leela and Amy left us and we were coming back home when Homer called me and said that he was in Boras and that he wants to join us. Anyway it took me like 30 minutes to give him directions and eventually I had to go and pick him up myself and it took us like 30 minutes to get home after that and when we got home, Hanna and Khers e Mehraboon were so mad with me that we were late and well, till we change and get ready &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/Picture%20009.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/Picture%20009.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;took us some more minutes. Finally we were all ready for his surprise and got to the girls’ house, everybody was already there and ready, everything went on as planned and everyone had fun. We ended up joking and laughing till 3:00 a.m. and when I went to bed was around 4:00.&lt;br /&gt;In the end all I wanna say is Happy Birthday Mat and thanks for being there as a friend for me.&lt;br /&gt;Peace up,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113977301178353525?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113977301178353525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113977301178353525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113977301178353525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113977301178353525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/02/mats-birthday.html' title='Mat’s Birthday'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113977212078592455</id><published>2006-02-10T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T11:22:00.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The After School Gathering</title><content type='html'>Since lat week I was not able to go to the after school party, I was really looking forward to go to this one but apparently none of the guys was &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/Hamed,%20Sina,%20Frederik,%20Ali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/Hamed%2C%20Sina%2C%20Frederik%2C%20Ali.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;coming. I even told my Swedish buddy at the school and he was like coming but none of the other guys were coming. I was looking forward to have a class gathering, we could sit and talk and laugh, but apparently besides Milhouse no one else was interested in coming and I did not push them to do so, on the other hand I pushed Mat to bring his cool friends and we can hang out and laugh and it turned out that the less crowded we were, the more fun we had, we just talked and laughed all the night long, not to much dancing though, Milhouse had just come from work and was to tired to dance and we just sat and talked and laughed. After the party, I and Mat, his class mate, Maggie and her flat mates went home with the bus and the Dutch neighbors decided to go to the disco. On the bus back home we just made jokes and laughed, in fact we laughed so hard that my stomach started to hurt. Galoni was also accompanying us and he was apparently enjoying him self very much as well.&lt;br /&gt;It was a great night and I can say that I made a lot of friends that night and a lot of bonding took place. I enjoyed it very much, Milhouse is a very cool guy, Fiona was doing great, Maggie was cool, Mat and his friend were outstanding in making us laugh, and someone hit on Leela which I and Fiona were following the process from a distance, but apparently she was not interested in the guy and well, he ended up all alone at the table. I do not know why, but I have to say that I felt Amy was not herself tonight, I don’t know if she was accompanying Leela or if it was some other reason, she was no the usual person she is in the after school.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a great night, had loads of fun, enjoyed it and I hope that more of this stuff comes by during the coming weeks. We even formed a hang out group with the guys so that we can hang out once a week and have fun, hope it stays like this for a while. Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113977212078592455?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113977212078592455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113977212078592455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113977212078592455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113977212078592455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/02/after-school-gathering.html' title='The After School Gathering'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113959275973406642</id><published>2006-02-10T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T11:12:25.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dinner Party</title><content type='html'>It was about time that we had to invite our Dutch neighbors over for a taste of the Iranian food. Personally I have no idea how to cook except for &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/Eten%20Ali_Sina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/Eten%20Ali_Sina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my famous pan cakes and Chinese food, thus that night the whole thing was up to Mat. Poor fellow, he did all the shopping, all the preparing and all the cooking and the day before it I also invited Maggie as well to join us, she is such a nice person and has promised me a Mexican food and that is mostly why I invited her over. Anyway, it was finally Wednesday and after a weeks delay, the dinner was ready. All our guests were asking me when should we come? and I was like when ever you like and therefore I was ready from 5:00 p.m. but the did not come until 7:00 and I was taking a nap in that time between. In the end, they dropped by, we had a great dinner “Ghormeh Sabzi” and some desert, played a little puzzle game, learned some Dutch, had some tea and headed back to our places to have a good night rest, since tomorrow we were all busy up to neck with classes.&lt;br /&gt;This is all so far,&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113959275973406642?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113959275973406642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113959275973406642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113959275973406642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113959275973406642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/02/dinner-party.html' title='The Dinner Party'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113918019652020289</id><published>2006-02-05T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T14:56:36.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Interesting</title><content type='html'>First of all I have to apologize for the long delay which the reason is that nothing that special has been going on in my life during the past week. Everything is on track and normal as is usually here in Sweden. Everything systematic and on schedule, no hassles and no fuss, except the epidemic flue which has been going on around between the guys. I was kind of the first to catch it and then I started through out the group and it got to Fiona. She got so sick that she even had to miss the after school party this week. I was kind of feeling really sorry for her, because as you know when you get sick you have to stay home and everyone else hangs out and you feel left out and all. And especially with her, I mean the first time I saw these girls I said to myself cool, a few people that you can hang out with and have fun, a group acting freely and happily, no boundaries and no constraints by your age or by other’s opinions, and when I got to know them more, I found out that wow, these girls have a lot of energy, they hang out every day and that is way too much for me. With 3 courses this quarter and 3 times a week at the gym I can only join them in the after school parties. I loved to hang out more with them in clubs and stuff, I even mentioned it to them quite a few times, but eventually I was not able to go out with them like that, not even once. Now imagine one of these people has to stay home because of being sick. I know, it sucks. Anyway she is much better now and has started to hangout more. What I can say about these new neighbors is that I enjoy the time I am with them, when I am with them I feel much younger and much freer from the boundaries and constrains that the society has put on me. I don’t know if you have read my post about being a child or not, but today I received an email from an old friend in England and in the end she had a beautiful quote from one of her friends. The quote was like this “try to grow up, but not to grow serious”. I mean this is what I have always felt deep within me, the day I become a serious person, is the day I have died in this life time and entered a new realm. Let's think about this quote for a second, you can not find time, you will grow up no matter what you do, but you can always be a fun person to hang out with, be happy and cheerful. I am in the same phase right now, although I am 5 years older than my new friends, although I do not have that much time or energy to hang out with them, but I can assure myself that I have done the best in my power that whenever we are together, they would enjoy my company. On the other hand, they might have not enjoyed it that much and I have to say that, that might be due to our cultural differences or other stuff. But this is up to them to say and talk about. If they enjoy being with me or not.&lt;br /&gt;Having friends that I can really enjoy life with, without boundaries has been my priority for a long time. The day I met Mat here, he was like this, we used to do stupid stuff and all, but eventually when we met Hanna, he changed a little bit, because Hanna is so picky about how we act in public and so, but I personally do not care about other’s opinions, I just wanna be free, be happy and enjoy my life as I can. People will come into your life and go, no one stays there for ever, the best thing you can do is to collect happy memories, memories that when you think about a smile appears on your face. Memories that when you think about them, your spirit would be lifted. In fact, come to think of it, you are making happy memories every second of your life, the moment you grow serious is the moment you stop making those memories and the moment you stop making those memories is the moment your spirit would start to grow old, and I do not know about you, but personally I do not like an old spirit that much.&lt;br /&gt;“What’s the point of growing up, if you can’t act childish once in a while?”&lt;br /&gt;Have fun, take care, enjoy life, fly free,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113918019652020289?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113918019652020289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113918019652020289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113918019652020289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113918019652020289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/02/nothing-interesting.html' title='Nothing Interesting'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113837657195571201</id><published>2006-01-27T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T07:42:57.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Misreading</title><content type='html'>Well, eventually the after school party came and I went there with Dehkhoda and another bunch of friends and met our neighbors over there. Apparently what I have felt during the salsa class was a combination of me feeling tired and the truth, which had lead to the worse kind of conclusion. Apparently stuff was not the way I thought they were, but they were half way true in my opinion. Anyway, the party was great and we were a lot of friends together, so we enjoyed it a lot. I have to say, Maggie is a great dancer, its like when she dances she does not feel anything else, she does not care what others say and do, she just gets drunk by the music and lets her body do the rest, and well her body does a great job, a perfect dance if I may say so. Nearly everyone was checking out her moves there last night. The funny thing about it is that she does not drink alcohol at all and still dances so great, it’s a privilege to be able to get so drunk with music and I respect these kinds of people, the music people, very much.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand tonight had another kind of advantage for me as well besides all the dancing and all the fun. It concerned me and my friends. Have you ever felt that as the time goes by you feel closer to the people around you, specially your friends? Is like an invisible bond shaping between you and them, something which is growing and eventually will lead to a great place. I mean well, all friendships are great and they get better as they grow, so there can not be a bad ending. Tonight the same thing happened to me, I felt I was bonding with both Fiona and Amy, especially Amy, because I guess I have already bonded with Fiona; it was a really great feeling though. The feeling that your friends out there whom care about you are growing in numbers and that there are more shoulders you can cry on in time need and vise versa, you can be of help and support too many other people. Have you ever felt the joy of helping one in need, it feels great, now imagine that you help a friend, the feeling is spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;In the end I have to say what I usually say at the end of my posts about friends and all, thank you guys for just being there, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113837657195571201?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113837657195571201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113837657195571201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113837657195571201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113837657195571201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/01/misreading.html' title='The Misreading'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113823011057910461</id><published>2006-01-24T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T15:28:57.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Salsa Session</title><content type='html'>Last night Fiona told me that there is a salsa class that everyone is going, the first session is free and is for test and that if we want to go, Amy and Leela are looking for partners and that I can be Leela’s partner. As a friend I accepted this kind invitation. Later that evening after the class, I, Mat and Zapp went to the gym and afterwards, although we were really tired and exhausted, we went to the salsa session because we told the girls we would. In fact Khers e Mahraboon also accompanied us. It was a great class and everyone enjoyed it. If it was not that expensive, I would say that every one would have signed up for it, even Galoni. Afterwards something happened that I kind of took it personal but I post poned any furthur actions to my next and final study of the situation which is going to be the next after school party. This night I understood that I can rely on Fiona as a cool pal and that Maggie is a real nice person.&lt;br /&gt;Again I have to say, keep up the good work,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113823011057910461?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113823011057910461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113823011057910461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113823011057910461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113823011057910461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/01/salsa-session.html' title='The Salsa Session'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113822989097200932</id><published>2006-01-23T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T14:58:10.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The War</title><content type='html'>It was during the late evening and I was watching The Simpson’s like usual when the door bell rang. At first I though it was Hanna and Khers e Mehraboon, cause they had said that they wanna come over to see us later tonight but it was to soon for them to come. When I got to the door, no one was there, I thought Hanna and &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/brief1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/brief1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Khers e Mehraboon are playing a trick on us again, because they have done this one more time before, but after waiting by the door for a few seconds I heard our new neighbors giggling from behind the door. That was when I realized that it’s them playing a prank. I came in and called Amy, who was the only person whom number I had at the time and asked her if I can talk to Fiona, whom I had a wild guess is behind all this, but Amy told me to check their door instead. When I checked their door, it was a yellow reminder on it with a prank sentence on it. I replied by sticking one at our door and ringing their bell and coming inside. This little war of ours went on till 1:00 a.m. which had gotten really complicated, more notes and better jokes on them. The last post that night was ours which meant that we had won the battle. But the next day it seemed that the war is not over yet, when we got home again the door bell rang and when we opened it, 2 little snow man were out side our door decorated with risen and ketchup bearing the names Pat &amp; Mat. This was a new stage in our war, me and Mat decided to react by constructing a structure that when they open the door snow will fall on their head. Since I knew that Fiona is filming the whole process, I decided to give them a warning before things come out of hand by looking at the top of their door and pointing it to Mat. When our structure was ready and we rang their bell, they opened the door with a blast, snow fell and the machine worked but due to my warning no one got snowed. Anyway, this war continued to late hours that night with various new ideas, but the last one was theirs and I have to admit it was a good one. They just put something at our door which exactly looked like shit, but when Mat saw it, he smelled it and told me it was food. Later on when I asked Fiona she told me it’s a Dutch cake that looks like this when is mixed with water and that is a famous Dutch joke.&lt;br /&gt;This war kind of ended with a peace talk with Fiona. A great person and a great friend, I have to say, you will not meet much people like her now a days. I mean people have various personalities, but there is something in her personality that I can not put my finger on but I can assure you that you will love her the moment you meet her. The same is going on around here; she is practically friend with all my friends. In fact they see her more than I do. Keep up the good work kiddo.&lt;br /&gt;Peace Up,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113822989097200932?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113822989097200932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113822989097200932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113822989097200932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113822989097200932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/01/war.html' title='The War'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113822933703387308</id><published>2006-01-22T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T14:48:57.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Music</title><content type='html'>Have you ever reached that place that the music makes your soul just fly out of your body? Is like whenever this happens to me, I just think that how God could have created something so beautiful, something so moving, so smoothing. Well, if you have reached that place then you know for sure that what live music can do. I mean if you soul gets moved by a recorded music, imagine people playing live in front of you, that will just take you soul to the heavens and back. I &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_2326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/IMG_2326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;said all these to come to the party we had last night. Fiona emailed me that there is a party in Tunlansgatan and that if we wanna go, but since I had a cold from yesterday’s trip to the lake, I had to say no. I really wanted to lay down and rest, but as the dinner time drew near, suddenly Mat told me that Hanna had called and said that our new friends that we met in their house a couple of weeks ago are there again and that if we want to we can take our dinner there and join them. I really wanted to see our new friends again but since I was sick I refused the dinner part and we decided to just go and say hi and come back for dinner later on, but when we got there and entered the room we saw that there was kind of a goodbye party for Zapp’s sister. She had came here for Christmas and well it was time to go back home. We were not even dresses up properly. Any way they insisted us to stay around and they also they kept us for dinner which we had to share with every one else. After the dinner and all the dancing, now it was time for live music, Hanna’s brother had his guitar with him which I enjoyed playing for awhile when every one was dancing. It brought back a lot of memories. I miss my guitar already. Later he played it himself and since both he and Hanna have a good voice, they started singing. This was the best part of the night. I was just relaxing in the corner seat, with my drink in my hand and listening to a really smoothing music. Sometimes I can swear I felt my soul fly away. My mind was for sure in another place. After their great performance Zapp brought his own instrument, a traditional Iranian instrument called Setar, which I can say is the primary form of guitar but with three strings and a powerful instrument. Although it’s a little bit primary but it still plays music that you will die for. Zapp is a professional on this instrument and he started playing. Hanna started to&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_2305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/IMG_2305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sing with him. This time was Iranian traditional music. Again my soul was leaving my body. After this performance Hanna and his brother had another turn. Wow, what a night, I can not believe it. The night I wanted to head to bed early, I came home like 1:30 a.m. and I was still feeling spectacular from the live performance. Later on I found out that Fiona and her friends have been to X&amp;Y Disco after the party which I have not been to yet and I have to admit that I really want to check it out. My pal at the university says its great, better than Rudhuset, but I have to admit, I did not regret it a bit that I was not able to go to X&amp;amp;Y, because I was somewhere else which was way more better for me.&lt;br /&gt;Live with music and let it take your soul away once in a while, it’s a great feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Peace Up,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113822933703387308?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113822933703387308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113822933703387308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113822933703387308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113822933703387308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/01/live-music.html' title='Live Music'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113785868016511974</id><published>2006-01-20T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T07:51:20.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Neighbors</title><content type='html'>Finally I got the photos from our new neighbors and I am able to update this web log. I don’t know if you have read the pervious posts or not, but after us coming back from our long trip around Western Europe, we found out that our neighbors have changed. Before there were 2 noisy German guys living there, but now 2 nice Dutch girls are living there instead. When we first met them, they had a great impression on me and I thought that they are going to be really cool neighbors and it has been so, so far. At the beginning of the first week, we told them a little few that we knew of the town and since they were looking for a place to party or so, we told them about the after school party and I promised to take them there. A few days later I met the guy in charge of the after school party in the university and asked for a few extra cards to bring my friends and he gave them to me. Then when I gave them&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/P1180009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/P1180009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to the new neighbors they seemed really happy about it and I kind of felt a joy down deep inside me that I was able to do something to make someone this happy. Any way after a while Amy knocked at our door and invited us for dinner to their house. The questions was that what are you doing tomorrow night, and since I and Mat were going to go to the movies, they decided to come with us and catch dinner together afterwards at their place. I told them that I do not drink nor do I eat pork and they were really nice about it and replied that they will come up with something that no one eats pork. Really kind offer in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the day came, and we went to the movies with Fiona’s car. When we arrived there we got stuck between which movie to go to, and I suggested “Narnia” and they said ok. I have to admit, the movie was really nice in cinema and I &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/P1180011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/P1180011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was moved by it, although I knew the whole story from before, but the movie got into me. Later I found out that every body enjoyed the movie very much. After the movie we came back straight to their home and had pan cakes (my favorite) for dinner. Leela was cooking them and I helped her in the second round, I was like the chef’s assistant and we made a lot of jokes and took a lot of pictures of me working (so no one dares to say Pat does not work any more). Literally we were guests, we cooked our own food and we even helped Amy wash the dishes (just kidding, in the student life, when you are invited to another fellow student’s place, you have to help them, that is one of our rules). It was a great night and after dinner we sat round the table, listened to music, drank (I drank chocolate milk) and talked for a couple of ours. Then I went home and brought my own CD’s for them to play. It seemed that they have developed a slight interest in one of my CDs, therefore to make a challenge out of it, I told Leela (the most serious one) that if she comes and knocks at our door, 6 a.m. next morning, I will write the CD for her on the spot and hand it to her with my respect along with it.&lt;br /&gt;That night was over and we went to bed. The next morning I woke up like 5:55 a.m. and although I was not sure if she would come or not, I still started to write the CD and at 6 she knocked the door. After her second knock I opened the door and she was amazed to see me awake. I guess she was not even thinking that I might answer the door. When I told her that the CD writing process is in action already, she got more amazed. She sat in my room for a few minutes and then when the CD was ready and I handed it to her, she told me to lets go and wake Amy, but since I was not in the joke process with Amy I told her that due to what she had done already, she was in my joking loop, but Amy is not in yet. Then that was the beginning of the “Loop”.&lt;br /&gt;That day I had two classes and I kind of felt sleepy the whole day, but when I came home I had a short nap. Later on that evening we all went to the after school party.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/P1190045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/P1190045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Exactly after out entrance, they found their new friends and went on with them and I and Mat sat at a table and our friends started to join us one by one later on. It was a great night, crowded room and everyone seemed to be having fun. It was around midnight and the after school party was getting over. During this night I was mostly with Fiona and I thought that she had a great potential to enter the loop. Thus I told her that we (I and Leela) will give her an assignment and that if she does it she will be in the loop. After thinking over a few subjects we got to the decision that if she walks home all the way from the party she will be in the loop. She asked me if she has to do it alone and I said that I will accompany her, I have to admit, to my amazement she accepted it. It was a snow storm out there and she said yes. That girl definitely had loop potential. Then I told her that since she wants to walk home, we are in no rush to catch &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/P1200049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/P1200049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the bus and we can check the Rudhuset Disco as well. But later we found out that every one has decided to come to Rudhuset. Finally we all went to Rudhuset and walked all the way back home. It took us like 25 minutes to walk in that snow storm and when we got home every one was freezing. I checked my emails right after reaching home and went straight to bed. The next morning I woke up with a lot of trouble and prepared my self for my early class. While I was thinking that things can not be worse than this, I found out that the class is so boring that everyone was practically sleeping during it. Eventually we survived the 3 hour class and when I came home I went for a small nap, but right at that moment, Fiona rang our bell and said that they wanna go the wood and the lake and that do we wanna go with them or not.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/P1200065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/P1200065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I decided to go on the spot, because it sounded like something stupid to do, an exact loop thing. We had not walked for 10 minutes when I realized that Fiona’s idea of lake is something completely different from mine. In her opinion the lake she knew was like 10 minutes walk and the one I had in mind was like around 45 minutes by walk but we decided to go and see the one I was mentioning because it was the larges in the area. On the way to the lake we slide a lot with the slides which the girls had bought earlier. They were so nice that they even offered me to use the slides once or twice. It was really fun. When we reached the lake we found it covered in snow and totally frozen. We even went on the ice (not to far) and cleared the snow on a spot and took some pictures. When we came back, I had a long nap exhausted from both last night and this afternoon and when I woke up I was feeling kind of sick. I had dinner with Mat, took a couple of pills and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me a “get well soon”&lt;br /&gt;Pat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113785868016511974?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113785868016511974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113785868016511974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113785868016511974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113785868016511974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-neighbors.html' title='The New Neighbors'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113753970012854097</id><published>2006-01-17T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T15:15:00.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The GYM</title><content type='html'>This the first post about Boras after our Christmas trip. After coming back we did a lot of things. Bought a lot of food and stuff, signed up for the gym and registered our classes. By the way, a few days after we arrived, our new &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/17-01-06_1525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/17-01-06_1525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;neighbors had moved in. a couple of Dutch girls. Really nice girls and a hell of great neighbors comparing to the ones we had before them, so far. Actually they are 3 but the 3rd one lives in another apartment.&lt;br /&gt;Any way, finally today our Swedish ID cards were finally issued. Now we can do stuff that needed our passport only with our Swedish ID card. Later on we went to the gym to work out as we have to other wise we will rotten. I have started my gym classes from yesterday but today was the first day Zapp, I and mat went all to the gym and something really cool happened. While I was using the treadmill I forgot my cell phone on it. Later on when we were using the machines, two Swedish girls came in and started using the treadmills, suddenly I saw one of them using a cell phone which was identical to mine, after a few seconds I realized that, that was my own phone which I had left over there and she was taking a picture of her friend with it. Mat was just laughing his brains out but I waited till they play with the phone as much as they intend and after they were finished and I was finished using the machines, I went over and asked for my phone and they gave it back giggling loudly over it. First I did not understand why but later I realized that they had changed my Guns N’ Roses wallpaper to a picture of her friend girls but the picture was vague. Therefore I went forwards and told them that since the picture is vague do you mind if I take another one and they surprisingly said ok and stopped jogging for a few seconds so that I can take my pictures. After that we said goodbye to them and left the gym.&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived home, I and Mat were thinking how we could get to know our new neighbors a little bit more and we came to the conclusions that we could ask them out to the movies or the after school party (which I had already given them the tickets for) or so. Eventually while we had decided to ask them to the movies tomorrow night (just as neighbors and friends, for all you perverted minds out there reading this post and I apologize that I had to add this sentence to my post other wise I had to answer a whole new line of interrogations), our door bell rang and Mat answered. The ringing was Iranian and I was watching “The Simpsons” on the TV, so I did not bother to move, but suddenly I saw that Mat is speechless and someone is talking English at the door and Mat is wondering what to say. I went forward and saw Ilane and Sherly by the door asking us what we are doing tomorrow night. I said that we wanted to go to the movies and that if they want to come and they said that they wanted to ask us to join them for dinner and finally we got to the decision that we all go to the movies on the evening and come back for the dinner later on. Let’s see how our program goes tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Till further news from Boras,&lt;br /&gt;I say goodbye to all of you Pat and Mat fans out there,&lt;br /&gt;Pat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113753970012854097?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113753970012854097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113753970012854097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113753970012854097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113753970012854097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/01/gym.html' title='The GYM'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113753954148645615</id><published>2006-01-10T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T15:12:21.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip Back Home</title><content type='html'>This morning we woke up earlier than we have had during the past days just to be able to get to Aachen in time to hand in the car due to the heavy morning traffic. After giving back the car, saying good bye to Clancy, Moz escorted us to the train station, bought us the tickets to Weeze and when we got on the next coming train, said goodbye and left. In fact we were not sure that we were on the right train for about an hour and half, till the conductors came and told us that this is the right train and that we had to change trains in the middle of the way. After an exciting train ride due to the fact that are we on the right train or not, we reached the city of Weeze. Now we had to go to the airport and there were suppose to be a bus stop for it but there was no such thing out of the station and the city was so small, it was practically a sub-urban town. I had to go to the shop next to the train station to ask where the bus stop is and the owner showed me a small sign across the road and told me that he has to call the airport and announce us so that they would send us a bus. I had to pay 50 cents for that call but right afterwards I believe he had tricked us into it. Anyway, tired of 21 days of trip and glad to be going back home, the bus came, apparently the bus was a huge van which charged us 2 euros each for a 15 minute ride. Eventually we reached the airport, caught our flight and arrived in Stockholm around 5 p.m. and it took us like an hour and half to arrive at Stockholm central station. When we got there we were so tired of the trip that in the decision to whether go with bus which was cheaper but longer or by train which was a bit more expensive but much faster, we chose the train. It was a really nice train and great staff which all of them had full knowledge of English language, something I really missed during this long trip of ours. Finally we arrived at Boras around midnight and when we got home, I just checked my emails and went directly to bed. The next day we had a lot of shopping to do.&lt;br /&gt;It was a great and exhausting trip for I and Mat, but eventually it finished. I learned a whole of new experiences and I am really glad that I went on this trip. Right now I cannot say I am a whole new person, but I can say for sure that I have a whole loads of new personalities.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for following this post,&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Pat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113753954148645615?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113753954148645615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113753954148645615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113753954148645615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113753954148645615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/01/trip-back-home.html' title='Trip Back Home'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113753945199142886</id><published>2006-01-09T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T15:10:51.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Day in Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/2006-01-06%20120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/2006-01-06%20120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today again we had an early morning. Woke up and headed toward one of Paris’s cemeteries where Sadegh Hedayat was buried. This guy seemed really important to Mat but neither me nor Mohammad knew who the hell he was. In fact he was so important to Mat that he was willing to ditch Musée du Louvre just to be able to see his grave (if we did not have time for both). Anyway, we reached the cemetery and still no luck finding a parking space, on the other hand it was Monday and no more free parking space. Suddenly Mat suggested that we enter the cemetery and park inside. We asked the guard if we could do so and he said that if we are visiting some one’s grave we could. We went in, happy that we have found a parking space, parked the car and &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/2006-01-06%20123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px" height="316" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/2006-01-06%20123.jpg" width="239" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;asked the guard if he knew the whereabouts of the grave we were looking for. Amazingly he exactly knew where it was and gave us a clear direction. After finding it we took some pictures and since we had a shortage of time due to the fact that we had to reach the Atomium in Belgium during day time, we headed out fast. Found a supper market and bought some supplies for our breakfast and lunch on the way which Moz ate more than half of it just in the beginning. After having our short breakfast by the car, we headed downtown Paris to visit the last famous building and then move for Belgium. And after a few minutes, there we were, in front of Hôtel des Invalides, Napoleons tomb. It was a beautiful but small building. Actually it was the first place with a entrance discount fee for students but they did not ask for our student ID cards and the ISIC card was still useless. We also had a quick tour of Hôtel des Invalides, since the car was parked and no fees were paid, scared of getting a fine, we headed back towards the car fast and went for Belgium. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/2006-01-06%20128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/2006-01-06%20128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around after noon when we reached the Atomium. A new designed and built structure with a beautiful and strange architecture. We ate the rest of the remaining food, or what ever was remaining after Moz full breakfast, took some photos and again hit the road to reach Düsseldorf in time to have a good rest and then leave for Aachen to give back the car tomorrow and move towards the airport to get back home. Eventually we reached Düsseldorf, had a good rest and shower and when we wanted to move to Aachen, Moz’s dad insisted that we spend the night there and move early the next morning and that was what we did.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113753945199142886?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113753945199142886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113753945199142886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113753945199142886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113753945199142886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/01/final-day-in-paris.html' title='The Final Day in Paris'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113753905470887112</id><published>2006-01-08T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T15:04:14.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Day in Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/2006-01-06%20054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/2006-01-06%20054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning we woke up and prepared really fast to get to visit Musée du Louvre. While we arrived in front of the museum, the streets were packed with cars and there was no parking space to be found. Again we went round and round, although we knew that the parking spaces were free during weekend, but there was none to be found. Finally we parked in a space dedicated to the residence of that street and asked a bar tender if its ok to do so and he said that since it’s &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/2006-01-06%20073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/2006-01-06%20073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a weekend there is no problem, but if it was weekdays we would have gotten a fine for it. Apparently you can do what ever you want with your car during weekends in Paris and no one tells you anything. Anyway, after parking the car, having an early lunch to make it a breakfast as well, we went inside Musée du Louvre. Musée du Louvre was a palace and inside its yard, there is a street connecting street on the both sides of the palace. There is also a famous glass pyramid structure designed by a famous architect as the main entrance of the museum in the middle of the yard. Eventually we entered the museum area to buy the tickets. Before &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/2006-01-06%20082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/2006-01-06%20082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;starting our trip, Zapp had told us to apply &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/2006-01-06%20059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/2006-01-06%20059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for the international student ID card which gives you loads of discount in Europe, but so far nowhere had accepted it and we were hoping that at least Musée du Louvre accepts it but it seems that this museum does not accept it as well. Thus we bought the tickets on their usual price and started our tour of the museum. The museum was huge and took us about 5 hours to see it all and I mean to sea it. We nearly saw every famous artifact in that museum and all the sections but 2 of them. We started our tour with the famous &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/2006-01-06%20101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/2006-01-06%20101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joconde painting by &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/2006-01-06%20103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/2006-01-06%20103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci and then after seeing these paintings we went to the Greek section to see the famous Aphrodite, known as Venus de Milo statue and so on until we reached the Iran section. I have seen more of my own people’s history in this museum than any other museum. After this we saw the rest of the museu&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/2006-01-06%20117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/2006-01-06%20117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;m including Napoleons rooms and finally we finished our tour of Musée du Louvre, which was huge, extraordinary beautiful and amazing, we headed back to our camp exhausted and tired.&lt;br /&gt;We refreshed a little bit and headed out again to see the town in night time. We went to see Place de la Concord, Moulin Rouge and some other places. We even had dinner in the same MacDonald’s we had last night, although our cashier friends seemed not to recognize us. We &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/2006-01-06%20112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/2006-01-06%20112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;used the internet a little bit and headed back to the camp, because tomorrow we had to start early to see Sadegh Hedayat’s grave and also to pay a visit to Hôtel des Invalides, Napoleons tomb and head back to Düsseldorf through Belgium and see the Atomium building. Till tomorrow, our last day in Paris.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113753905470887112?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113753905470887112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113753905470887112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113753905470887112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113753905470887112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/01/second-day-in-paris.html' title='Second Day in Paris'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113753788402895447</id><published>2006-01-07T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T15:18:48.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day in Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/2006-01-06%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/2006-01-06%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we woke up early and headed out to see the town. When we entered Paris I was stunned, it was beautiful, the whole city was like a museum. First of all we went to see the Notre-Dame de Paris church. A huge historical and famous architecture downtown Paris which has a famous story about it called the “The Hunch Back of Notre-Dame”. After visiting this place as fast and detailed as we could we headed towards Champs Elisée, L'Arc de Triomphe and the Tour Eiffel, called the Eiffel Tower in English. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/2006-01-06%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/2006-01-06%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During all this time we had to take as few picture as we could to save the battery on Moz’s camera because the charger was in his so far lost luggage. It took us like for ever to find a parking spot and when we did find one, the park meter did not accept cash and we had to look for another parking spot. We found a parking building but it was expensive, eventually we found a super market with free parking&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/2006-01-06%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/2006-01-06%20028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and when asked the guy if it is ok to park here and go and see the Eiffel tower, the guy told us that today is weekend and parking is free in Paris. We drove away instantly, found a place near the tower and parked there. Bought some stuff and headed towards the tower. Finally we arrived at the bottom of the Eiffel Tower, Paris’s most famous artifact. It was both huge and amazing. I loved it, standing under something this important gives you the feeling of extra power. Again with a lot of caution we took some pictures, and then bought the tickets all the way to the final top floor &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/2006-01-06%20040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/2006-01-06%20040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;of the tower. Since the air was polluted, the difference between the second floor and the last floor was that everything else seemed to be smaller. From the tope floor we spotted a place which was amazing for taking pictures of the Eiffel Tower and decided to go down and go there and take some pictures before it gets dark. The Tower was crowded like hell and when we got down it was near sunset and we merely had time to take some pictures and head back to the &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/2006-01-06%20046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/2006-01-06%20046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;camp to refresh.&lt;br /&gt;After refreshing we headed back to town again, went to see the same places we saw this morning but during night and walk in Champs Elisée and see L'Arc de Triomphe from close by. After visiting these areas, having dinner at MacDonald’s and using a little internet inside it which was free, becoming friend with the cashier people, since it was past midnight, we headed back to the camp to rest for tomorrow to start early and visit Musée du Louvre or called the Louvre Museum in English.&lt;br /&gt;Till tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Pat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113753788402895447?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113753788402895447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113753788402895447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113753788402895447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113753788402895447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/01/first-day-in-paris.html' title='First Day in Paris'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113743238693873066</id><published>2006-01-06T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T09:26:26.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to Paris</title><content type='html'>Today we woke up around noon and late, because Moz wanted to go to the airport to check if his luggage had arrived yet or not and thus there was no point in waking up early for us. We went directly to the airport right after breakfast. Unfortunately Moz luggage was not there yet and he had to wait till tomorrow but since we did not have enough time, he decided to accompany us with all he had. Therefore we went back home and packed every thing and after Moz dad came, he gave us a ride to the airport, rented the car using his credit card and we were off to Paris. While renting the car they told us that since we are renting it from the airport we have to pay 20% more, what a rip off. Anyway, we had to do it. We rented a BMW 3series 2005 with a navigator and we went off on the last part of our journey.&lt;br /&gt;Since we did not have lunch, we went to have doner kebab for dinner and bought an extra one for on the way and then we hit the road. The beginning of the way Moz derived and the rest Mat sat behind the wheel. Finally we got near our destination and I took the wheels, but no matter how many times I turned around, I was not able to find our destination. Eventually I pulled over and checked the navigator, Moz gave the wrong address to the machine and still he was insisting that the address is correct and that I can not find the place, but when I reentered the address by post code, I realized that we are like 130 km from our final destination. Oh boy, it was 2 a.m. already and we were all tired. Moz got behind the wheel, and since I was on the back seats, I went to sleep and when I woke up we were at the door of our cabin, but Mat told me that they had closed the road on the middle of the way and thus they had a hell of a challenge to find the detour and when they did, the camp guard was sleep and since they had to wake him up he was not in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;Finally we took every thing inside but then we realized that the beds do not have any sheets and Moz was really upset about it. When went out to tell the guard that there is no sheet, Moz said that on our way in he saw that the neighbors had their keys on their door and thus we went in and checked and o one was inside. Lucky for us there were 3 sets of clean sheets. We took them to our cabin and went directly to sleep because we had to start an early day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113743238693873066?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113743238693873066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113743238693873066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113743238693873066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113743238693873066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/01/going-to-paris.html' title='Going to Paris'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113724867495688629</id><published>2006-01-05T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T06:24:34.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trip Back to Düsseldorf</title><content type='html'>This morning we kind of woke up earlier than the last few days although we had a late night sleep last night. We packed our bags and were ready to head for the train station to catch the train to Düsseldorf. Meanwhile Moz was suppose to get back from his trip on this same day and I was not sure at what time he will reach Düsseldorf so that we could get there after him and due to this we decided to catch the last train. According to our schedule there were three trains with one hour between each from 12:00 p.m. and since I knew Moz was coming in the after noon and the trip was only suppose to take 3 hours we decided to take the last train. We went out just in time to catch the bus to the train station, the languages were extremely heavy to carry by hand but we had no other choice. After a few minutes we arrived at the bus station the bus came and till we get our luggage and get on it, it suddenly drove away and the next bus was too late to catch. In a nut shell, we had an extremely exciting trip walking all the way to the station with all that heavy load and all the guys nagging that we are going to miss the last train and have to go tomorrow but we arrived just in time to buy the tickets and get on the train. We said fare well to Kolah Ghermezy and Pesar Khaleh and the train started to move. Sitting on the train and exhausted of all this long trip, I was thinking of what we had done already, this was a huge experience for me. I had gone through nearly everything that I was scared of in a trip and now I was ok. I am really glad that I took this chance to go on this trip, meet new people and experience new stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Finally we were in Germany but still a long way to Düsseldorf, but I sent a SMS to Moz and told him that we will arrive in Düsseldorf’s central station by 19:00 and if he could come and pick us up or give us the address, but such a gentleman he is, he came and picked us up.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, it feels great to see familiar faces, a place you can call home, a great shower. But suddenly the bad news comes. Moz told us that during his last day in Dubai, the Amir of Dubai passed away and due to that every thing got close and therefore his luggage did not arrive with his flight and every thing he has, from cloth to cell phone charger was in that luggage and if the luggage does not arrive by tomorrow noon we have to post pone our trip to Paris for one day and that was not good for us since due to our schedule we had to come back on January 10th and therefore I and Mat were praying that his luggage arrives tomorrow. With that we went into sleep praying every thing with be ok tomorrow and that we go back on our schedule.&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113724867495688629?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113724867495688629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113724867495688629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113724867495688629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113724867495688629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/01/trip-back-to-dsseldorf.html' title='The Trip Back to Düsseldorf'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113684804606829480</id><published>2006-01-04T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T21:55:49.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Visit to Amsterdam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_3897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/IMG_3897.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we woke up early to be able to go to Amsterdam. Since this was our last chance to visit Amsterdam we had no other choice but to go today. By the time we got to the train station it was already half past ten. We went inside to buy the ticket but the ticket office was closed and we had to find someone in charge and ask them what to do. They advised us to use the ticket machines but since we did not have the Dutch bank cards we were not able to use the machines. Therefore we got to the decision to buy the tickets onboard the train but when the train came, the conductor said that buying the tickets onboard is 35 euros more expensive than usual and that is more than twice the original price. Then we decided to call Kolah Ghermezy and ask him to come to the station and use his bank card to buy us the tickets. But just a few minutes before his arrival the ticket office opened but since he already was on his&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_3852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/IMG_3852.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; way we did not go in to buy the tickets. Finally after and hour and half delay we arrived at Amsterdam station. When we entered the city we followed Pesar Khaleh’s advice and bought the tickets for the city tour by boat. The tour took like and hour and went all around the town. After wards we just took a little walk in the town, visited some sights and a &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_3889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/IMG_3889.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;museum and took photos. In the end, tired of all the sight seeing and adventures we had we decided to head back home. We went to the train station, got on the train back and got to Delft. Tomorrow we are suppose to move towards Düsseldorf to meet Moz and start the most important part of our journey towards Paris. After all we got back home and went to bed wondering of the adventures the next day might bring.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113684804606829480?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113684804606829480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113684804606829480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113684804606829480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113684804606829480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/01/visit-to-amsterdam.html' title='The Visit to Amsterdam'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113684392408539430</id><published>2006-01-03T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T13:58:44.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting Delft</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_3706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/IMG_3706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning since we were really tired from yesterdays long walk and late night sleep we woke up a little late and thus we decided to see Delft itself and then go to Amsterdam tomorrow. By the time we got out of bed, Kolah Ghermezy was already in University’s library studying for his exams. Therefore we had a light breakfast and while we were getting ready to head out Pesar Khaleh came knocking at the door and told us that he was studying in his room till now and was waiting to accompany us towards their university.&lt;br /&gt;We headed out all together, Pesar Khaleh brought his bicycle with him. After a short walk (comparing to what we had yesterday), we reached the Delft Technical University. A big university with various faculties, famous in Netherlands both for its education and also because it is in English. After a few more minutes we arrived at their library, a structure which seemed to be half in the ground, it had a beautiful design. It was like the grounds continued over to the roof of the building. The guys told us that in summer and in sunlight, people come and take sun baths over there, but when we were there it was freezing cold. Then we entered the building where we saw Kolah Ghermezy. The building itself from inside was huge, full off space and &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_3729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/IMG_3729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tables. The shelves were located at the end of the library across a wall. The books were stored in three floors which the last floor had access to the studying rooms which were located above the library’s central hall. Any way, Kolah Ghermezy came and gave us the key to his bicycle and I and Mat started the tour around the town in bicycles. I have to admit, it was a nice experience going on a bicycle ride after all these years, especially in the Europe’s bicycle capitol, Netherlands. We went around the town and visited the shopping areas, the old church and the new church, took some pictures visited some shops. Eventually it got dark and since the bicycles did not have any lights and it is against the law to go bicycle riding without light in the dark, we decided to go back to the library and give back the bicycles to the guys, go home and shop for dinner and then rest for tomorrow’s visit to Amsterdam.&lt;br /&gt;This was the highlights of this day, let’s see what happens tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113684392408539430?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113684392408539430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113684392408539430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113684392408539430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113684392408539430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/01/visiting-delft.html' title='Visiting Delft'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113655564810164271</id><published>2006-01-02T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T05:54:08.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Visit to Den Haag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_3601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/IMG_3601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we woke up kind of early and after shower and breakfast we headed towards Den Haag. It was a short trip, like only 10 minutes. By the time we arrive in Den Haag we asked the tourist information guides about the whereabouts of the international court of justice, but surprisingly no one knew what &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_3606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/IMG_3606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we were talking about. Finally we came to the decision that this place is called the Peace Palace. Anyway, after about half an hour we got the address and headed out towards out destination by foot. Again after half an hour walking we reached the Peace Palace. A very nice building in the middle of a huge yard surrounded with other building &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_3612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/IMG_3612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on the other side. After taking some pictures we headed out towards the beach and after a long walk we eventually reached our destination, the shores of the Northern Sea. Importunely it was night time but still it was nice to sea the Northern Sea from close by. Later we reached a huge building which we thought is another palace but after taking loads of picture we found out that it was just hotel. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_3692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/IMG_3692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eventually we had seen all Den Haag and tired and exhausted of this one day trip we went to see a last place in Alexandria Street and then head back home. On our way back to the train station we saw a lot of other interesting places which we stopped to take pictures, and meanwhile we were suppose to be back home cooking dinner for Kolah Ghermezy and Pesar Khaleh. Thus we just visited the remaining places hastily and headed back to Delft just in time to cook dinner. after 8 hours walking all over Den Haag, both I and Mat were impressed by it. I loved this town; it had every thing I always dreamed of. In my opinion it was the best city in Europe for living which I have seen so far.&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113655564810164271?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113655564810164271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113655564810164271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113655564810164271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113655564810164271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/01/visit-to-den-haag.html' title='The Visit to Den Haag'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113655152291393220</id><published>2006-01-01T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T04:45:22.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to Delft</title><content type='html'>This morning, I, Mat and Kolah Ghermezy woke up after 5 hours of sleep, had something to eat, packed our bags and then left for Delft. By the time we arrived at Delft it was way past noon and we were all exhausted both because of the party last night and also for carrying our heavy languages.  Therefore we decided to stay at Kolah Ghermezy’s room that day and rest and start early and fresh next morning. But as we had dinner, Pesar Khaleh came and said why stay at home after all the trips we have been through to get to them and he took us to Holland Casino, the Netherlands’s national casino in Rotterdam. That night was a nice experience for me. Although I did not play any thing but I learned a lot of games, like black jack and French roulette. On the other hand the guys all played and besides Mat they all had won something interesting in the beginning but came to loose it all after a couple of hours. Any way this night came to be a late one as well and due to that I and Mat decided to go and see Den Haag next day instead of Amsterdam. Because Den Haag was not as famous as Amsterdam and it was also much closer to delft. Thus by the time we got home we went straight to bed to start early and fresh tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113655152291393220?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113655152291393220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113655152291393220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113655152291393220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113655152291393220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/01/going-to-delft.html' title='Going to Delft'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113654489941183961</id><published>2006-01-01T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T02:54:59.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year Party in Amsterdam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/31-12-05_1236.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/31-12-05_1236.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had a great rest and woke up a little late, then we headed out to the shopping centers that we saw last night in the falling snow, I bought some stuff and a coat from C&amp;A. then we went and saw the mayor’s house and after wards we started cursing the other part of the town. Right when we were getting tiered and starting to get back to the hotel, Mat’s friend, Kolah Ghermezi, called and told us that he has &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/31-12-05_1258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/31-12-05_1258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;arrived in Netherlands and that he is heading to Rotterdam to meet us and asked us if we can meet him at the central station. After a little while we saw him, a really cool guy which I can say I enjoyed meeting. Then he told us that their other friend is heading to Paris for the New Year eve and that he is up stairs in the station buying tickets. Therefore we went up just to see him, and when we met Pesar Khaleh, he was going to buy the train ticket but the trains were all delayed to further notice due to the snow last night and thus he decided not to go to Paris and instead stay with us and go to Amsterdam for the new year eve party. Therefore we got &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_3536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/IMG_3536.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;back to our hotel, asked the guy if we can check out today and get the refund and the reception said not, hence we decided to go Amsterdam and come back for the night and check out tomorrow as scheduled.&lt;br /&gt;Finally the four of us headed to Amsterdam and when we arrived there people were swarming all over. The party had not started yet and therefore we went for a little stroll around the town. It was the smoke of weed in the air that made us all go dizzy all along and we saw the famous coffee shops that sell these drugs. Eventually after our little tour around the town we got back to the starting point. We went for dinner to Burger King and after that when we got back to the main square the party was started. I have to admit it was just like after Iran had won the qualifying game for the FIFA world cup. It was my first time to be at a New Year eve party and for the first time it was the best it could have been, in &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/IMG_3552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/IMG_3552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amsterdam, full of people from all over the world, high level DJs and my friends. Eventually the New Year came and every one all around was shouting and screaming and saying “Happy New Year”. After the party we headed to the station to get back home but due to the huge crowd the station was closed till 1:00 and when it finally opened our train were in about 45 minutes. By the time we arrived at the hotel it was 4:00 o’clock in the morning and we went directly to bed for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113654489941183961?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113654489941183961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113654489941183961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113654489941183961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113654489941183961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year-party-in-amsterdam.html' title='The New Year Party in Amsterdam'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113654392860207210</id><published>2005-12-30T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T02:38:48.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Day in Rotterdam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/30-12-05_1026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/30-12-05_1026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we woke up at 8:30, had a complete breakfast and then checked out our room, left the baggage in the hostel and then headed out to see the city. After asking the reception about the cities sights and getting a map, we decided on a route and went for it. While seeing the sights, we saw a hotel which we had seen on the map yesterday and went in to check its prices, but since the prices were not that much higher we decided to see the rooms as well, when we saw the rooms, they were so great comparing to what &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/30-12-05_1132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/30-12-05_1132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we have had last night that we booked it immediately for 2 nights. The reception was a very nice guy and helped us a lot. The room was a 2 bed room with a TV, a small built in kitchen and a clean bathroom which was the highlight of it. After booking the rooms, we went to see the town again. The best sights of Rotterdam were its monuments and its 2 huge bridges called Erasmusbrug and Verlengde Willemsburg. During our way towards the famous designed Erasmusbrug Bridge we passed the N.A.I, Chabot and Boymas van Beuningen museums and then we got to Martiem museum which was all about ships; at this point I and Mat were both reminded of Zapp, since he had studied marine architecture. All these museums we saw from outside and did not enter any of them, since we came up with the decision that seeing them from the inside is just a waste of time. After this, we came up to a place in the way where all the hand and foot prints of various famous people were printed in the pavement. Finally we arrived at the &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;steps of Erasmusbrug Bridge, but before going over the bridge we saw a nice monument and took some pictures with it, at this place I remembered that I have been to Rotterdam in my childhood. Then we went over the bridge, walked all the way across town and got back from the other bridge. After all these we were freezing from the cold air and tiered of all the walking and decided to go back to the hostel, get our stuff and bring them to our new hotel room. Later we decided to rest a little bit and go out at night, but when we wanted to go to bed I checked outside and I could not believe my eyes, it was snowing heavily. Well we went to bed and when we woke up later on that night, every where was white&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/30-12-05_2027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/30-12-05_2027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and it was still snowing. But since we had decided to go out and see the town, we went on a short walk but it turned out to be a long one in the falling snow. We saw all the shopping places which were open for the people who wanted to shop in the last minute for the New Year and walked around the shopping center of the town. Eventually we got back to the hotel, went to bed and had a nice rest for the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;Pat,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113654392860207210?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113654392860207210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113654392860207210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113654392860207210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113654392860207210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2005/12/first-day-in-rotterdam.html' title='The First Day in Rotterdam'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113649472493777186</id><published>2005-12-29T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T13:05:35.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trip to Rotterdam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/30-12-05_1137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/30-12-05_1137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning again we woke up early to get the morning train to Rotterdam. Mat bought the tickets; we said fare well to Barney and boarded the train at 10:50. After a hard 3 day stay at Barney’s room, we were heading to another country to get more experience and see new places. According to the ticket we are suppose to reach a city called Amersfoort at about&lt;br /&gt;14:30 and change the train to Rotterdam, but the trains had a little delay and I was not sure at what time we were going to reach Amersfoort but the train ticket conductor assures me that there will be a train from Amersfoort to Rotterdam every 20 minutes. First when we got on the train, we found a couple of specious seats with electric plugs, but a few minutes later we found out that the seats are in the smoking area and that the cabin which we were in was not for the passengers to Netherlands. Therefore we had to change cabins and due to that we found a couple of small seats with small space and no electric plug, thus we were not able to use our laptops and due to that I ended up reading the whole time. At last we arrived in Amersfoort and took the train to Rotterdam, but during the ride the conductor told us that the train goes directly to Den haag and has no stop in Rotterdam. I was shocked and was wondering what I can do, but then we arrived in Den haag and asked the information and they told us that we can take the train to Rotterdam from there. When we got on the train I came to realize that the whole trip from Den haag to Rottedam is only 30 minutes. Amazingly the distances were shorter in Netherlands and Germany comparing to Sweden.&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived in Rotterdam, we asked the information desk for the hostel (stay OK) address which Mat had checked last night. Mat told me that the place had 2 beds in an 8 bed dormitory. We were hoping that the place still has those beds. Finally we found the place and when we asked the reception, he told us that the places were available. At first I was happy, but when I saw the room, our roommates (4 Spanish teenagers) and the bathrooms I began to regret that we came to this place. In the room I smelled something which was bothering my nose and at first I thought it was the stink of our smell from the long trip but then I realized that it was the stinking smell of weed which our roommates were preparing to smoke. As you know, Netherlands is famous for this sort of stuff. Prostitution and weed is legal in Netherlands and this country is becoming the European center for this and people are coming here from all around Europe just to be able to smoke weeds in coffee shops and etc. Due to all these, after a little rest I and Mat headed out to look for a better place to stay at. Finally we found a place and decided to move there next morning while we are out seeing the town. Then we had a light dinner at McDonalds and then headed towards the dormitory to have a rest.&lt;br /&gt;We went to bed at 21:00 so that we can leave the hotel early next morning.&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113649472493777186?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113649472493777186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113649472493777186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113649472493777186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113649472493777186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2005/12/trip-to-rotterdam.html' title='The Trip to Rotterdam'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113649440622452623</id><published>2005-12-28T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T12:53:26.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Day in Hannover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/DSC00240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/DSC00240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since tomorrow Barney was heading to a trip with his sister, today was the last day we had to visit the town. We looked around the town, from the mayor’s house to the shopping sights again from which Mat bought a coat which was on a great discount.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning we were heading to Rotterdam in Netherlands. Therefore, we packed everything and got ready for the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113649440622452623?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113649440622452623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113649440622452623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113649440622452623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113649440622452623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2005/12/last-day-in-hannover.html' title='The Last Day in Hannover'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113649416507207806</id><published>2005-12-27T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T12:49:25.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trip to Hamburg and Bremen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/DSC00255.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/DSC00255.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we woke up one day early in the morning. It was 6:30 when I woke up, took shower and woke Mat. Today we were going to go to Hamburg and if we had the time, Bremen was also on the list. We took the 9:40 train to Hamburg. On the way we had a lot of chat and fun. There were 2 German girls sitting in front of us, who were showing interest to start a conversation with us, but it took the guys like 45 minutes to make up their mind on how to start the conversation and by the time they were ready, the girl got of the train and I was laughing my brains out.&lt;br /&gt;About noon we reached Hamburg, a big and crowded city. Something a bit unusual for us &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/DSC00258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/DSC00258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;students in Sweden but not unfamiliar since our home town is Tehran, a city way more crowded than any city in Germany. At the beginning we started to city the city by its harbors. It was freezing cold but nice. Full of new and old ships in all sizes. Then we went to see the mayors house, a famous see sight in all German cities. After a small wrestle with Barney, we finally decided to go with the tour for the mayor house. It was a nice building, not to old but still nice and our first visit of any place which did cost in our trip so far. After wards we went to have lunch in Burger King and go and see the shops around which Mat did buy a shirt from one of them. Later, we decided to go and see Bremen as well, since we have seen every thing worth seeing in Hamburg.&lt;br /&gt;The train to Bremen moved at 16:15. We were in Bremen in a couple of hours. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/DSC00228.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/DSC00228.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At first sight the town did not have anything special, but after we walked a few blocks, we came to realize that it was way more beautiful than Hamburg. Full of historical buildings, one of them the St. Petri Dom church. Finally while we were seeing the town, I saw a shop which had loads of junk to sell and was attracted towards it, first Mat resisted but then he came in and bought a set of wrenches, surprisingly due to the new year, when he went to pay for the wrenches, the guy gave him a free mug and when he saw that me and Barney both are with Mat he gave us a mug each as well. Again here it was freezing, and since we were really tired, after seeing the town in a short time, we headed back to Hannover at around 20:18.&lt;br /&gt;We still had another day to visit the town.&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113649416507207806?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113649416507207806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113649416507207806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113649416507207806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113649416507207806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2005/12/trip-to-hamburg-and-bremen.html' title='The Trip to Hamburg and Bremen'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113649323413156843</id><published>2005-12-26T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T12:33:54.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Day in Hannover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/DSC00198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/DSC00198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up this morning so late that you could have said it was practically noon and since it was the second day after Christmas nearly every where was close. Therefore we could only go to the Hauptbahnhof and the Hannover University where Barney was studying. Afterwards we went to see the town’s gardens, but besides the &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/DSC00212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/DSC00212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tropical garden, the rest were close. Thus we decided to head back home and rest well because we wanted to go to see Hamburg and Bremen tomorrow. we got back and planned to sleep early, but as soon as we got into bed, we started talking for about a couple of hours. Finally we went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113649323413156843?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113649323413156843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113649323413156843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113649323413156843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113649323413156843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2005/12/our-first-day-in-hannover.html' title='Our First Day in Hannover'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113649219908615764</id><published>2005-12-25T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T12:27:05.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trip to Hannover</title><content type='html'>Its about 15:05 and we have just moved from Essen, a small city near Düsseldorf where Moz had dropped us off to catch the hitchhiking car to Hannover. We are going to stay at Barney’s house, an old friend of Mat. Well the trip was a nice experience, we were hitchhiking a white Voleks Wagon van, the drivers are like in their 50s and we did not talk a word so far. The junk they had in their car was funny, like many sorts of gums and tic-tac and the car was nearly empty. Only me and Mat were in it and we had our luggage on the back seats. In about half an hour we arrived at Dortmund but did not stop in it. The whole trip was in high ways, so we merely saw any towns on the way. The both sides of the way were farms and trees full of bird nests. Finally we arrived in Hannover, actually the car dropped us off in a bus station called “KapelKump”. Mat send an SMS to Barney and told him where we are and that we have arrived and he replied to him that we should get the tram and get off at the “Hauptbahnhof” (town’s Central Station) or for short the HBF station. Me and Mat found the nearest tram station, and tried to read the map, finally we found out that tram number 1 or the only tram on that line goes to HBF. Then we had to get tickets but we were not able to work with the automat machine and the tram was arriving and we did nit have enough time to sort it out, therefore we decided to get the ticket on the tram and from the driver, but when we got on the tram, the driver did not speak English and when I was able to imply to him that we want to buy tickets, he told us that there is no need and go and seat. We happy of the fact that we were saving some cash, sat on the chairs and checked the stations to see when we will arrive at HBF. When we got there we stood by the door till Barney comes. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/DSC00194.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/DSC00194.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Barney got there, I kind of found out which person he is by instinct and showed him to Mat and he was amazed that how I was able to recognize someone I have never met before in my life. Anyway, we met Barney, a really nice guy and when he told us to get on the tram to go to his house, we told him about our little free trip and he was surprised and told us that we were lucky and that the driver has no authority on the tickets and fines due to it. Well, we had to buy the tickets to his house and go there. Finally we got there and after Moz beautiful house; this place looked like a dump to me on the first sight.&lt;br /&gt;You will know the rest later on,&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113649219908615764?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113649219908615764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113649219908615764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113649219908615764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113649219908615764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2005/12/trip-to-hannover.html' title='The Trip to Hannover'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113545306564472421</id><published>2005-12-24T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T11:37:45.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Second Day in Düsseldorf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/Picture%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/Picture%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/Picture%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the rest of our trip or the second day in Düsseldorf. Last night after publishing the pervious post we lay down and watched a movie “Ocean Eleven” and then went to sleep. It was past 2:00 a.m. when we went to bed and Mat insisted that we wake up early tomorrow to go and see the town and shop a little bit but this morning when I woke up and called everyone it took them about an hour to get up and it was like &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/Picture%200177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/Picture%200177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;around 11:00 a.m. already when I called them. Any way we finally got up, had breakfast and headed out to see some places but since it was Christmas Eve, there was no single shop open and where ever we went were close. Finally we drove around the town and decided to go to a park, take some pictures and get back home and rest because tomorrow we were suppose to leave for Hanover.&lt;br /&gt;We had a great dinner at Moz’s and again internet, a movie and Bed.&lt;br /&gt;That’s all for now,&lt;br /&gt;Pat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113545306564472421?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113545306564472421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113545306564472421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113545306564472421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113545306564472421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2005/12/our-second-day-in-dsseldorf_24.html' title='Our Second Day in Düsseldorf'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113538023348630556</id><published>2005-12-24T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T15:23:53.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Day in Düsseldorf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/23-12-05_1632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/23-12-05_1632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning we woke up like around noon, took a shower and had something between breakfast and lunch and headed out towards the train station to ask for tickets but decided to go to Netherlands instead. Therefore we ended up going towards Vaals, a small town in Netherlands and then turned and got back to Aachen. This trip took like 15 minutes all together and it was really nice all together. After this little experience we went to pick up Clancy and stopped by the post office and before leaving Aachen towards Düsseldorf we decided to stop by the Austin Martin auto shop and take a look of the beautiful cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/Picture%20038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" height="232" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/Picture%20038.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Afterwards we drove to Düsseldorf, put everything in the house and headed out towards the town’s famous shopping street full of the worlds most famous and most expensive brands. The most expensive brand which we saw in this street was a Rolex wrist watch, which was around 63,000.00 euros. Later we went near the Rein river, took some pictures, saw some Christmas shops and finally got home in time to eat dinner, because we were starving. After dinner we directly came to Moz’s room and since we had an internet connection to ourselves we were connected till 12 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;I will let you know of the rest of the trip later on.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113538023348630556?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113538023348630556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113538023348630556' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113538023348630556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113538023348630556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2005/12/first-day-in-dsseldorf.html' title='The First Day in Düsseldorf'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113537968210776190</id><published>2005-12-23T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T15:14:42.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Few Days in Germany</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/Image005.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Finally we arrived in Germany, Düsseldorf after nearly 17 hours of trip and had to wait in the airport for about 3 hours till my friend could come and pick us up. But believe me it has been worth it till now. I am enjoying myself to the limits.&lt;br /&gt;After our arrival we directly went to Aachen where Moz lives and the day after we met a friend of him, he was a really cool and nice guy which I decided to call Clancy. Any way, they took us out for breakfast on the first date and they g&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/21-12-05_1203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/21-12-05_1203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ave us something really cool which was with cinnamon and sugar and looked like pancakes. Afterwards we went around the shopping centers looking at the shops and buying stuff in 1 euro shops. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/21-12-05_1557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/21-12-05_1557.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that we went back home and rested. Later on that day we went with Moz to his school and entered his classes. The experience of being in a classroom the size of a theater saloon with 500 seats and only 30% off them full and nearly 5% of them listening. We connected to the internet in the classroom and started browsing the net until Moz got tired and told us that we can leave. We went out for supper and then bought some stuff for dinner later on, got back home, rested, watched TV, surfed the internet and finally after dinner went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;This morning we got up around noon and it was about time, cause Moz had just gotten back from university and we were ready to have lunch and go out again. This &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/22-12-05_1812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/22-12-05_1812.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;time we went out for pizza and then took the car and went to a bank so that I can change my USD to Euros and then we went to a chocolate shop inside the chocolate factory (Lindt) and bought some chocolates for later on. It was a huge hassle to choose which chocolate to buy because nearly all of the chocolates had cognac in them. Later on we went to a pet shop which was huge and they had all sorts of fish and mouse and spiders and scorpions and reptiles and birds and accessories but did not have any cats and dogs. Then we decided to rent a movie and get back home and watch it but when we entered the movie shop, we could not find what we were looking for and we decided to see a movie from y laptop. We bought some drinks, went home and made a small dinner, ate and washed the dishes and sat down and watched “Dumb and Dumber” and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113537968210776190?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113537968210776190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113537968210776190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113537968210776190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113537968210776190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2005/12/our-first-few-days-in-germany.html' title='Our First Few Days in Germany'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113495179825037294</id><published>2005-12-19T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T16:23:18.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Night Together</title><content type='html'>Well, tonight is kind of the final night when every body is present at Boras. Tomorrow Khers e Mehraboon will leave for Tehran for the holidays and she is the first one, than later on the same day, I and Mat are leaving for Stockholm to catch our flight to Düsseldorf. Finally a vacation I have been waiting for, for a long time. Tonight we are all gathering for the final night before Christmas. Actually we will meet again but in like one month from now and that is a long way. You know, people come into your life and leave, no one stays but your family, but as my favorite band Metallica says, “fortune fame, mirror vain, gone insane, but the Memory remains”. And that is what makes us different from other God created creatures, Memories. Well tonight we are going to make some happy ones, and hopefully after Christmas we are going to make a hell of new ones in the new year. So don’t forget to make happy memories and keep them and try to throw away the sad and unfortunate ones. Life does not worth sadness or sorrow for pathetic things. Life is short; therefore try to use it by the best means possible.&lt;br /&gt;Wish you all joy and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113495179825037294?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113495179825037294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113495179825037294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113495179825037294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113495179825037294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2005/12/final-night-together.html' title='Final Night Together'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113460961613132296</id><published>2005-12-15T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T17:20:16.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After One of the Hardest Exams</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday I just finished my exams or is better to call it exam. It was only one exam but it was really hard. I had studied for it for a few weeks and the amount was two books and loads of hand outs. On the other hand, the exam questions were really in details. I just wrote a whole complete book for each question and I was in the session for 3.5 hours. Just which me luck guys, I really need a good result out of this one to be able to keep my enthusiastic spirit going on.&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s time to plan our holidays. We have like one whole month ahead of us and I and Mat are heading for Germany and hopefully Paris. But since nothing is certain we have left the programming all to the last second. Well you should always remember the famous saying, the more you plan for it, the harder you will fall with small changes. And believe me, the past few days I have been the same and that is why we decided to go with the last minute decision procedure. Any way, right after our exams, I and Mat had a lot to do, so during today and tomorrow we are busy like hell with our pre-trip errands. Hope everything goes well. So far I have been slapped in the face with some other people’s last minute change of program and since our schedule is really tight, this slap was hard for me. Right now I am running an emergency protocol to see how I can change our schedule to our benefit.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113460961613132296?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113460961613132296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113460961613132296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113460961613132296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113460961613132296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2005/12/after-one-of-hardest-exams.html' title='After One of the Hardest Exams'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113439389068250895</id><published>2005-12-12T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T05:24:51.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Professions</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hi there guys. Last night when I was getting into bed I had a brilliant idea about this post which I am going to put in my web log. In this point I am going to appoint some profession to each of the guys here in Boras which we have met and know already. To avoid any kind of misunderstanding I will ignore myself and Mat from this process but feel free to comment on a suitable profession for us in the comment section. Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanna:                          Army Trainee or a Sweet Teacher at the Nursery School&lt;br /&gt;Scroudge:                     National Financial Officer or The Foreign Ministry Spokesman&lt;br /&gt;Esmesh ro Nabar:       National Relations Officer or Human Resource Manager&lt;br /&gt;Galoni:                          Cubical Employee or an Explorer&lt;br /&gt;Shelman:                      Researcher or the God Father’s Assistant&lt;br /&gt;Jonny Bravo:               Sales Person&lt;br /&gt;Zapp:                            Musician or a Great House Keeper&lt;br /&gt;Dehkhoda:                   Definitely a Politician or the Low Guy in a Mafia Business&lt;br /&gt;Smithers:                     Assistant&lt;br /&gt;Homer:                         Showman&lt;br /&gt;Khers e Mehraboon:  Definitely a PhD Lecturer for Nursery School and the Long-Term Organizer and Coordinator for National Treasury and Public Affairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I should mention that all these suggested professions are related to these people personalities and not their abilities.&lt;br /&gt;Peace Up,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113439389068250895?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113439389068250895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113439389068250895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113439389068250895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113439389068250895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2005/12/professions.html' title='Professions'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113417965503322368</id><published>2005-12-10T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T17:54:15.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><content type='html'>Its funny to see as you grow up, the little puny and unworthy things that used to make you upset or mad do not make sense any more and now you know that you have to change yourself just to be able to adapt to the new situations. Let me make my point clear by an example, consider your self a child, you have a close friend and you want him/her for yourself, only you and no one else. When he/she starts to hang out with some one else, you start to get jealous and try to react in some sort of way. But when you grow up, you will see the fact that this is just acting stupid, for God’s sake, he/she is a free spirit and can do as he/she pleases to do. By so you will see how funny your reactions used to be to this sort of stuff and thus, try to change your personality in a way to adapt to the new circumstances in your life. That is what draws a lot of people towards changing themselves. In other words you have to change yourself to become a better person.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, change has to be an ongoing thing and never should be stopped. Always try to remember the quote that says “No One Is Perfect”. Therefore, you always have a flaw in you which you can fix just to change yourself into a better person.&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the hard part for me, some of these changes make people grow up, become a better and older person; but I don’t want to grow up. I want to have the little child in me that I already have. Maybe this is due to the fact that this child gives me excuses to act silly and be happy, maybe this child helps me be free of my surroundings. The more you grow up, the more you are under the influence of your surroundings. Just take a good look at a child at play once, they are a free spirit. No worries, no hassle, nothing. That is how I want to be, but unfortunately it seems that being like that is impossible. You will grow up eventually and you will be influenced by your surroundings no matter how far you try. I have seen this kind of behavior in some close friends of mine and all of them had to grow up one they and the funny thing is that most of them grew up right after they got married. Due to this reason, I am going to oppose to the issue of “Marriage” till further notice (this further notice might be the day I fall in love). Till then I am trying my best to become a better person and besides not to loose that little child in me. Hence, I have made a new promise to myself, a promise not to let other peoples reactions influence me as they used to do. I have decided to set myself free from thoughts such as what did he/she mean by that or why did he/she do that. I have decided to keep that little child in me and have the advantages of its freedoms besides having the reactions of a grown up. So far this has been the hardest challenge which I have set my mind on, the challenge to bring the advantages of two complete antonymous personalities in one place, in me, myself. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113417965503322368?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113417965503322368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113417965503322368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113417965503322368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113417965503322368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2005/12/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113348305515037009</id><published>2005-12-02T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T16:24:18.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dear Friend, Mat</title><content type='html'>Human being, an amazing creature, unpredictable, not understandable and full of surprises. Sometimes you just wonder what God intentions of creating them were. Sometimes you just think you know someone, and then they will go and do something so amazing that you are left speechless. Some of them say some thing and do the opposite, some of them tell you some thing and act the other way around. Some of them have multiple faces and some of them are so unpredictable that you do not know what to expect from them a few seconds later. On the other hand, some human beings are so honest that just by looking at them you know you can trust them; some of them are so straight forward that you know he/she means what is saying. Some of them are so true and loyal, that when they give you their word or even their friendship, they are willing to go to the ends of the world for you. They are watching your back and they are with you all the way.&lt;br /&gt;Then why don’t we all try to be in the second category? Why people know which one is the best but do the opposite? Why we always expect the others to be the better ones? Why we always require others to be good while we are not there ourselves? Why don’t we start right now to change ourselves? I know is hard but it’s worth it, lets give it a try. If you think helping others is hard and is far from where you are now, at least you can start by not hurting them. Not hurting their feelings. Sharing their happy moments with them. If you still can’t do that or it seems way of the chart, then at least do it with your friends. With the people that are there for you. The least you can do for them is to share their happy moments no matter how silly they look to you. If you do not want to support them, if you do not want to have their backs, if you prefer to keep your distances, the least you can do is not to hurt their feelings. Like come on guys, for God’s sake, they are humans and they are your friends. They have not done any thing wrong to you. Then why aren’t you careful enough not to hurt them? I mean, if you control yourself for a split second, if you analyze your reaction, if you consider what you want to tell this guy who is in front of you now, you may attract his/her support in the future, in a situation when you are in need. You can do this even by a simple smile. Then why still we act towards people like we will never going to need them. Believe me; you will need every single human being one day. Then let’s start not to repel people from around us, but attract them. You do not need to be close friends with every one, just try to keep them around.&lt;br /&gt;After all these, I still want to say what I have always said, in this world nothing worth’s as much as relationships, and after family, friends are the most important one. Then lets try to make as much friends as we can, but on the other hand we should stay alert that not all of our friendships need to be alike, some are close, some are just saying hi, some are just knowing people. In fact not two of our relations are going to be the same, than watch out, you do not need to treat every one the same. Treat them as they deserve and try not to judge a book by its cover.&lt;br /&gt;In the end I want to dedicate this post to my new found friend Mat who since our first day, has been there like a true friend, maybe not always as same as other times, but still he has had my back and that is all I wanted. Thanks a lot mate.&lt;br /&gt;Peace Up,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113348305515037009?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113348305515037009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113348305515037009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113348305515037009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113348305515037009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-dear-friend-mat.html' title='My Dear Friend, Mat'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113337928275008410</id><published>2005-11-29T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T11:34:43.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>Today I had a short discussion with Zapp about what went on between us a few days ago and the final conclusion was the same that I have reached at the time. Simply people live in different ways and that is what makes the world go one, that is what makes life beautiful and full of new experiences, that is why we change and become better or worse people. And nether me nor anyone else is in the position to tell others how to act or live. This leads to the fact that Zapp can live as he wishes, and me as a friend should always be there and support him on his decisions and the most that I can do is to give him a hint whenever I feel that he is going of the track. In other words, a true friend always tips off his friend in necessary cases and always has his back. Anyway, I reached the point to say thank you Zapp, Hanna, Khers e Mehraboon, Dehkhoda and specially Mat, for being there to support me so far no matter how rude or childish I might have acted sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I forgot to mention that our TV finally arrived and we placed it in my room. Is like I have the whole world to myself now, I watch the Simpson’s show twice every day along with the 24 TV series. Now I understand how much I missed this piece of technology.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113337928275008410?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113337928275008410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113337928275008410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113337928275008410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113337928275008410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2005/11/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113313883634024110</id><published>2005-11-27T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T18:00:05.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another One of Those Weekends</title><content type='html'>Well again it was the weekend and since we had programmed all we were not able to do the pervious two weeks in this weekend, it was suppose to be busy like hell, but suddenly the guys that had invited us to their birthday party in Gothenburg last weekend, called us and told us that again this week they have another birthday party and since it was kind of rude to say no and also since we had found a great friend in their party, we decided to go to Gothenburg for the day and come back after the party.&lt;br /&gt;It was Saturday, I and Mat woke up early to catch the train before noon, since we were told to arrive before 12:30. Khers e Mehraboon had called us and told us last night that she would come with us and Hanna was in Gothenburg already. But as she is, I knew that tomorrow morning she will not even be awake by the time we are leaving the house and apparently it happened to be so as well. She missed the train and told us that she would not come to the party and that she prefers to study now that she has missed the train, but both I and Mat knew she was heading back to bed. Anyway, we reached the station, it was snowing, cold and crowded with many people, the train had a few minutes delay, but finally arrived, at first it was very small with loads of passengers, but suddenly another extension was added to it and then it was roomy enough for everyone. Finally we arrived at Gothenburg, but we did not know where to go or which bus to take but suddenly the Pat and Mat personality hit us out of the blue, and I told Mat that I remember the number of the train we took last week and by the looks of the area we can find out which station to get off at. Then we risked it all, got on bus number 1 and took off. It was really funny, because since all Sweden is alike, at each station I and Mat were like “was it this station?” but suddenly realized something different from what we had in mind and therefore knew that it was not. After a lot of guessing finally we reached the destination. The hosts really appreciated us for being on time, greeted us cheerfully and with open arms. Our new Friend “Homer” was there as well. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/400/DSC02028.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Later on Hanna and his brother joined us and suddenly Khers e Mehraboon came unexpectedly as well. We had a lot of fun, the guys danced a lot and afterwards, Hanna and his brother played some duets. Eventually it was near the end and we had to get out, just to be able to reach the bus back home when Hanna told us that her mother is waiting for us for dinner and we were like “Please say No”. We had a lot to do the day after and we wanted to come home and rest, but she said that she can’t say no to her mom and we had to do that ourselves and since we were not able to do so as well, we decided to go there and catch the last bus home that day. But after we got there and had a light dinner, Hanna instead that I and Mat should stay there and accompany her and Khers e Mehraboon back home the day after. I told her that we have to reach home early and that I can not waste any time and she promised me that we will catch the 9:20 bus. First I doubted it but then I said “what the hell” and took my chances. We slept the night over there, but the point was that we slept like 2:30 a.m. and at that point I knew that we were not going to make it to the bus.&lt;br /&gt;Next day, Hanna woke us up exactly right in time to catch the bus. To my amusement, she was also able to wake Khers e Meraboon up as well and at that point I did hand her my respect for what she was able to do. We did not have any breakfast since we were in a hurry, dressed up, said goodbye to everyone and left the house for the station, got there in time and came back home with loads of chores to do. It took us till 5 p.m. to do 90% 0f what we were suppose to do, and then I had a little rest since last night I was not able to get some and studied a little bit afterwards and now I am between my studies and tired and just to keep this web log going and also to give my brain a rest, I decided to write this post.&lt;br /&gt;Keep the Faith,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113313883634024110?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113313883634024110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113313883634024110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113313883634024110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113313883634024110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2005/11/another-one-of-those-weekends.html' title='Another One of Those Weekends'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113269694981245893</id><published>2005-11-22T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T14:02:29.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let’s Just Try Not To Upset Our Friends</title><content type='html'>In life there are many ways to say a simple thing. For example consider “NO”, you can say this word in various ways. One might offend some one, one might make them angry, one might just tell them NO and they still do not feel anything. The same thing happened to me today. I asked Zapp on what he did today, because he ditched class and he kept giving me irrelevant answers. This reaction of him made me really angry at the moment. It seemed to me that the guy who has been one of my best friends so far is seeing me as an outsider and that he does not like to share stuff with me. Therefore I was really out of order and went to Dehkhoda just to consult with him. Recently I have found out that this guy is great for any sort of consulting, whenever I feel that the world is turning against me I need a friend to turn to and now that I have found Dehkhoda I just thank GOD that I have this confident friend to turn to. Anyway, after talking to Dehkhoda I realized that the smart thing to do is to directly go to Zapp himself and talk to him and see what the problem was. Any way when I got to Zapp, Scroudge was already there, don’t know why, but he was there. Therefore I was not able to talk to Zapp the way I wanted but I asked him that why you are giving me these irrelevant answers and he said that he feels that his “privacy” is being invaded and I was really surprised. I was like is studying your privacy and since when I am invading your privacy, we hardly see each other anymore, but he told me that studying or any other matter related to his life is his privet area and I was invading it. I have to admit I was offended. But since Scroudge was there I did not say a word, then I asked him that have you read this book, have you done that project and all the other questions that I just asked in one sentence before like what did you study today, and the funny thing it was that he gave me the answer to all those questions. Suddenly it hit me that he might have done a personal business today that he does not want to talk about and that at that moment he was kind of upset or something. But why upset our friends when we can tell them what they want to know while not telling them what we do not want them know. In this way every one is happy, no one feels out of the loop or offended. What Zapp did today made me upset and feel offended, but then I remembered what he did to Khers e Mehraboon a month ago and then realized that Zapp gets like this from time to time. But come on guys, lets make a promise, lets promise not to upset our friends no matter in what situation we are, let always keep our friends close to us. In the end, after our family, our friends are the only people we have, maybe not today or tomorrow, but a day you have to go face to face with your friends again, and that day if he remembers what you have done to him, is you who will loose. Remember, no matter how wealthy or rich you are, you need companion and friends, not people who are around you for what you have or for your money, a true friend that is there for you, for who you are.&lt;br /&gt;Zapp I am really sorry if this post is offending you in anyway, and if it is so, please let me know so that I would change or delete it, but I thought this is the best way to tell you what I went through tonight and how your reactions effect me, as your close friend.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers every one,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113269694981245893?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113269694981245893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113269694981245893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113269694981245893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113269694981245893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2005/11/lets-just-try-not-to-upset-our-friends.html' title='Let’s Just Try Not To Upset Our Friends'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113260432059024097</id><published>2005-11-21T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T06:53:29.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine, Great and Finally Awful Weekend</title><content type='html'>It was Saturday noon, last night we slept like 3 a.m. and we were joking and laughing till that time. Therefore we were really tiered, but the surprising thing was that Khers e Mehraboon was awake, before me and Mat. It was a miracle that she came to wake me up, I thought that it was the end of the world for a split of second. I could not believe my ears, she was there standing over me, kicking me and singing wake up guys. Anyway, we finally woke up, had a great brake fast and then Hanna’s parents left us and went to their friends. We had an afternoon nap, since Khers e Mehraboon had woke up early in the morning she was sleepy all day, and finally we all took showers and prepared to go to Hanna’s friend for dinner. At this moment I realized that Hanna’s friend is a 40 year old Iranian lady, with 2 daughters (16, 18) and an Italian boyfriend. First I was shocked but when I found out that nearly everyone knew this except me, I acted normal. Well, we arrived at her house like an hour and half late and we owed this reputation only and only to the girls. Because after we took a shower, we went out, helped Hanna’s brother to do some errands for 45 minutes, then we came back and Hanna’s brother took a shower and dresses up and still the girls were not ready. I can not understand, this is just a casual night at a friend and still it takes them like an hour to prepare. Amazing how important looks are for girls. Any way, when we arrived at the destination, a really nice lady greeted us into her really beautiful apartment. We met her daughters and her boy friend along with another lady which was her friend. When we arrived the game between Real Madrid and Barcelona had just begun. A beautiful match, it was a while since I had seen a game like this. Any way, the dinner was ready in the half time, believe me if I was going to rank the dinner I had that night out of 10, where 10 is the highest, that dinner was 11. It was all Italian cosines. It was a few years since I had anything that great. Last time I had something that good was in Italy. I really enjoyed the dinner, and we had a great ice cream afterwards along with tea. Finally it was like 10:30 p.m. and the third lady in the party was starting to go on Hanna’s nerve (like usual) and therefore we had to leave the party. We took the bus all the way back to their house. The funny thing was that between the last bus station and their house, while we were walking, the ground was all white but there was no snow. It was really nice to see that the mist had just frozen over the asphalt or on the grass. It gave you a feeling of Christmas, although it is long before it. Finally we reached Hanna’s parents and slept all night. Next morning I woke up again at noon. We had a great breakfast and waited for Hanna’s parents to reach their home, just to say goodbye to them, collect the TV that Hanna’s dad had found for us and leave for the birthday party we were invited to. Well, like usual, we took the TV 2 floors down, fitted in Hanna’s dad car, took the spare tires out of it, took them to their garage, came back, washed our hands and still the girls were not ready. During this time I had a phone call from the party that they are having lunch but they will keep some for us. Finally the girls were ready and we reached the final destination. Me, Mat and a friend helped to put the TV from Hanna’s dad car to our friend’s car which were coming to Boras on the next day and were suppose to bring it for us. Fitting the TV in there was not an easy thing to do. It was a big TV and it took us like 15 minutes to figure it out how to fit it in on the back seats. I think when my friend sees this TV she is just going to go nuts. Finally we went to the party. The funny thing is that Mat didn’t know any one in the party and still, when were coming out, he still didn’t know anyone, but every one in the party knew him in the end. It was a good party, not my type of party but a good one. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/400/Picture%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is the awful part, when we reached Gothenburg’s central station to leave for Boras, Hanna went shopping like usual, and at this moment me and Mat left them and went to stay in the line for the bus, but suddenly Khers e Mehraboon and Hanna came really upset. I was really surprise to see them like that. Suddenly Hanna told us that Khers e Mehraboon has lost her valet which was in her purse. She suddenly burst out crying and I suddenly felt that the whole world is going wrong. In the past few days I thought that Khers e Mehraboon was the most easy going person that I have ever seen but this reaction of her just meant that all my thoughts were wrong and that she is just easy going in the beginning but in the end, she is more fragile than I am. Eventually we calmed her down, got on the bus and me and Mat started to tell her what procedures she should take to prevent any miss use of the items inside her valet while Hanna was fighting with her that why did you have had that card in your valet and not the other one instead. Anyway, I believe she understood what to do, she took some courses of action immediately and first of all she called her parents to close her credit card. In the end by the time we reached Boras, she was feeling a lot better and se was ready to do all the things necessary tomorrow. Finally me and Mat went home, had a short dinner and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;This was an interesting weekend for me, no studying, lots of adventure, meeting new people, getting a hair cut and watching a lot of TV. It is really funny that how small things in life could make some one so happy and at the same time have no effect on some one else. I always prefer to be the first type, cause then you can enjoy life in every second, you can enjoy every experience you have no matter what, the only problem is that these people get upset with the smallest problems as well. This is one of the subjects I am working on in myself, to get happy by every little thing and not to get upset with every little problem. Believe me it is a really hard road that I have stepped in, please wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for supporting me and my web log by reading these posts and giving me you comments either on the posts themselves or by email or by chat or verbally. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Peace Up,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113260432059024097?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113260432059024097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113260432059024097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113260432059024097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113260432059024097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2005/11/fine-great-and-finally-awful-weekend.html' title='Fine, Great and Finally Awful Weekend'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113260415846798169</id><published>2005-11-19T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T15:15:45.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausting Friday</title><content type='html'>This weekend was really great. First of all me and Mat were invited to a dinner at a friend of Hanna’s for Friday night but she called and changed the program for Saturday night. Therefore we thought that we could go to Gothenburg on Saturday directly, but suddenly Hanna told us that we are going to their house for the Friday evening. I have to admit, first we tried to reason with her that we do not want to bother her family, but as Hanna usually is, reason has no meaning. Thus we just put the entire program for studying we had during the weekend aside and went to Gothenburg. Actually me and Khers e Mehraboon had a class at Chalmers that morning, thus we were supposed to met Mat and Hanna at Gothenburg’s central station. Gothenburg’s central station is located next to the Scandinavian’s largest shopping mal called “Femnan”, and believe me you never want to go there with Khers e Mehraboon. When entering Femnan, Khers e Mehraboon is like a child entering a candy shop, she just goes from this store to that store, and since I am a big fan of shopping (who am I kidding, I hate shopping, I have hated shopping since I was 7), I really enjoy to go with her from this shop to that shop, carrying a heavy bag pack full of books and look at expensive cloths that neither do I need nor do I want to buy. Finally Mat (my angel of mercy) arrived with Hanna, we were so hungry that we just bought a Burger King Meal right there and had our &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/DSC00268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/DSC00268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lunch at 5 p.m. and after wards were ready to go home when Khers e Mehraboon decided to go shopping again. We were lucky that Hanna was tired and convinced her that she can only go to one shop and no more, other wise I would have gone nuts. Off with details, we reached Hanna’s house a few hours later. Her mother has a saloon near their house and she called Hanna and told her that since me and Mat want to cut our hair, we could go to her saloon before going to their house. We went there and had a nice hair cut. In the end the guys just sprayed my with a little color, I have to admit, it was nice. This was our Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Till tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113260415846798169?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113260415846798169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113260415846798169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113260415846798169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113260415846798169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2005/11/exhausting-friday.html' title='Exhausting Friday'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113220624025754144</id><published>2005-11-17T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T21:44:00.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Furious Pat</title><content type='html'>Hi there. Again today I am going to talk about myself and not me and Mat. Therefore this post is only about me (Pat).&lt;br /&gt;Any way, have you guys ever laid down some red lines for your self, some barriers in your life. Well, I do that a lot in my own life, it is not something that I enjoy, its something in me which I do unintentionally. Therefore, due to this fact I find a lot of conflicts with other people in my life a lot. Let me put it like this, imagine me as being a Leo (my birth horoscope), I have a territory in which I live in. in my territory, I have laid some rules, actually right now these rules are with the person Mat which by the way he is really cool about them and I am thankful of that, and if any one avoids these rules, crosses these red lines I have put down, the first time I just get angry and try to let them know, but the second time after the first mistake, boy you don’t want to face me like that.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now why I have mentioned all these stuff, last night when I came home, I felt like my rules were violated for more than once. At that point I went bizarre and just went to my room, locked the door and started to listen to some metal music to calm down myself. Now the funny thing is at this stage I know that I am acting stupid, like some of these rules are really stupid, and I really want to smoothen up and let go on some of these red lines easily, but the problem is that I can’t. I don’t know why, but I just can’t, is like giving up smoking, I am trying hard to get rid of this f**king feeling or to control it at least, because it has hurt my family and my friends for years, but it is still there. The best point I have reached in my life so far is that when some thing like this happens and that when I am furious, I just avoid human contact for a few minutes or hours. Then every thing will be back to normal or the point that others have reached, like Mat, is to simply NOT CROSS THE RED LINE.&lt;br /&gt;In the end I should mention again, the problem is that some one does not respect these rules of mine not the fact or the thing they have done by it self. And this issue for me is like that they are carving over my nerves just to tell me that hey kiddo you have no authority here, this sounds pathetic, I know, but its there. Thus, all you guys out there, when you see me this mad or angry, first of all try to avoid human contact and second, please do not do what you have done again, at least until I fix this issue in my self (this is one of the biggest &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/icons_leo.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/icons_leo.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;changes in my life which I came out here to fix and which I’ve mentioned in the pervious posts).&lt;br /&gt;OK, I am done, have fun and enjoy life,&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113220624025754144?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113220624025754144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113220624025754144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113220624025754144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113220624025754144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2005/11/furious-pat.html' title='Furious Pat'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113207880503065522</id><published>2005-11-15T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T10:20:05.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awful Weekend</title><content type='html'>Hi every one. Again I am sorry for the late update of our web log. The problem was that Mat had a backache these last few days and I had to do all the chores myself. Therefore I was busy over my head with all the house work and shopping and besides that I had to do my studies for the projects I had this quarter. Again, I am sorry guys.&lt;br /&gt;Any way, every thing is going smoothly so far. We have found some new friends, 2 Turks which are killing me with their unscheduled life. Is like they told me that since they have a car they can bring me something from Hanna’s father, thus we told Hanna’s dad to get that big TV that he had found for us and give it to them. But in the last moment they ditched us and told us that something unexpected had came up, therefore the TV is with Hanna’s dad, he has nowhere to keep it and I am just so ashamed to tell him to put it back, cause I have been ditched. Finally last night, I and Hanna came up with an idea on how to solve this problem. Lets see if our idea works or not and then I will inform you a bit more about it.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, me and Mat had came up with a brilliant study plan. Since we cannot study back home, we have found a way to reserve some rooms in the library for 2-3 days a week and go there and study till night time. It has been successful so far. Hope we could get great results out of it.&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if you guys have any type of comments on this web log, please!&lt;br /&gt;Cheers all,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113207880503065522?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113207880503065522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113207880503065522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113207880503065522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113207880503065522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2005/11/awful-weekend.html' title='Awful Weekend'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113173432110387292</id><published>2005-11-11T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T10:38:41.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Project</title><content type='html'>Well, its been a while again since I have put a new post here on our web log but all this is due to the fact there is nothing new going on around here lately, nothing that interesting to be wroth talking about. But here, in this post I just want to announce that Me, Mat and Dehkhoda have a new project in our hand which when it comes out we have to be out side of Sweden, other wise some people might kill us. Therefore, for all you interested fans out there (yeah I know, we do not have any fans, but I just felt like saying so, thus please do not role your eyes, just smile and laugh), just wait till this project comes out. It’s going to be interesting. We will let you know as soon as any thing else happens.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113173432110387292?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113173432110387292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113173432110387292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113173432110387292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113173432110387292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2005/11/our-new-project.html' title='Our New Project'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113139308394151186</id><published>2005-11-07T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T11:53:06.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rough Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I woke up fresh and energetic, there was a cool breeze along with a light rain in the air. Every thing was great. I and Mat had decided to go to library to study. Actually I had a group meeting there for a project and Mat wanted to study. We studied till noon. Then we went for lunch in the cafeteria where we met Hanna. We sat down and had lunch. Mat told us that one of his professors has given his exam results and that today was his appointment to go and see his papers. Anyway, he went of and came back kind of upset, because his result was 4/5 and all because of a stupid mistake during the exam (he had not seen a part of the question). Finally our lunch was over and we were heading back to the library when another one of our guys saw me and told me that they are giving the results for our exams as well, therefore I told Mat that I will meet him in the library and went back to the school to see the results, I had gotten 5/5 for both of my exams. When I saw my friend’s results, I just knew that at this point I could not be a happy person any more during this day, because a happy person is happy when it is in a happy environment but at this point I knew that this day was long gone. Thus, I tried not to sound happy or anything. Well, I went to Mat and when we wanted to go and study some more Hanna called that she had prepared tea and that she was waiting for us to go to her room. The funny thing about Hanna is that she invites us for tea, she fights with us why we are late, she fights with us while we are drinking the tea, she fights with us while we are leaving her house and in the end she is still our best friend and so are we. Anyway, at this moment Khers e Mehraboon came in all upset because of her not so good exam results, for which she started a small flare in Hanna which happened to become a huge fire when she got to me. I took me like an hour to put this fire out. During this frustrating time I realized that today is Mat’s sister wedding back home and that he is really upset about the fact that he is not there. Therefore all the time I was thinking about him, how he feels, and what can I do to cheer him up, when me and Hanna decided to cook dinner and a cake for tonight. While all this was happening, I saw Zapp online and asked him that if he had opposed to his test results and he went upset and told me why should I and I was surprised. Right this moment an old friend of mine got online and when I said hi to her, she just went bizarre and told me that she is very angry because a common friend of ours had just had a fight with her over the phone about her telling me something. Exactly at this moment I realized why this morning I was really happy, it was all because I just had to cheer up every one till tonight. But this was not the end. On the way back home, in the bus, Hanna wanted to call Mat and check on him, but I told her not to (because I thought that Mat can really use some alone time at the moment) but Hanna went on and called her and I got upset and Hanna got mad with the fact that I was upset. This was really supervising for me. Finally we got home, and I was glad that Mat was out having his alone time. I gave him a call and told him that I am home and that every thing is cool. Finally Mat got home and we had some talks and laughter and then I realized another benefits of having good friends around you.&lt;br /&gt;Guys thank you for being there for me, and believe me I am doing my best to be there for you as well.&lt;br /&gt;Wish you all the best,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113139308394151186?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113139308394151186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113139308394151186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113139308394151186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113139308394151186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2005/11/rough-day.html' title='A Rough Day'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113123382222191098</id><published>2005-11-05T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T15:38:28.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IKEA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/Image005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/Image005.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today me and Mat decided to go shopping at IKEA, since it has been long that I have ha any home made cakes or pancakes and that we had no equipment to make them, like no bowls or so and since IKEA is really cheap we decided to go there. When we reached Gothenburg we directly went to IKEA, a huge store full of everything. We bought about 110% of our needs. The extra 10% is because of some unnecessary items, such as a really cheap small coffee table, which we bought for our hall. Actually first I was opposing to this idea, but when Mat told me that since have found a TV and we want to buy a couch, we need to get a table for it as well. Therefore we bought a nice little table as well. After doing all the shopping, there was a small food court at the corner of IKEA. Mat bought a hotdog and I bought a coffee and a donut, each of us paid like 10 SEK, but when we wanted to get the drinks, the glasses were empty. I asked the lady behind the counter that where are the drinks and she pointed out at the machines in the middle of the chairs. The drinks were self service. Me and Mat were amazed, this was the first time we had seen something free like this in Sweden. Therefore we had like 2 Pepsis, a hot chocolate, 2 cappuccinos and 2 espressos till we were fed up. And since this was a really good day, we decided to go shopping at IKEA every time we need something, and since the coffee was free, we decided to go there every day between our classes to get some coffee (like 2 hours to Gothenburg and 2 hours back). Well, finally we arrived at Gothenburg’s central station to come back to Boras but the next bus was like in 1.5 hours and since we had a lot of bags with us we were not able to go anywhere else. Thus we just soot down in the station till the bus came. That was all of it. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/mat%20e%20bichare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/mat%20e%20bichare.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, Hanna and Sara kind of ditched us today and went to a party by themselves, which made me and Mat really mad and we decided to get them for it later on. Therefore, guys you better watch out, because you are going to get it.&lt;br /&gt;This was all for today, till another adventure, Peace Up.&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113123382222191098?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113123382222191098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113123382222191098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113123382222191098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113123382222191098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2005/11/ikea.html' title='IKEA'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113113528358720629</id><published>2005-11-04T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T15:00:35.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awful and Stupid Class</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I had wrote some thing about our new experiences, sorry bout that, I’ve been busy and besides, nothing cool had happened yet. Any way, today we had a class in Chalmers University in Gothenburg. Actually, this quarter they have given us a course over there, but it’s an awful and stupid course by the name of “Supply and Demand Chain Design”. It’s awful because every time we want to attend a class, we have to leave the house like 2 hours in advance, and when we reach Chalmers University, the class starts like 20 minutes later then it should, the professor teaches some stuff for about half an hour (or an hour at maximum which has happened once so far) and stupid because we have learned nothing from them yet but just a few logistical concept from a game. Anyway, today we had another one of these classes and Mat decided to come to Gothenburg after our class to meet us. The funny thing was today our class was like only 15 minutes and we had to wait like about an hour and half for Mat to come. During this time I met a lot of Iranian student at Chalmers. During this time Zapp was constantly nagging at me that where is Mat, I want to go home and study, I am wasting my time and etc. Khers e Mehraboon went shopping (like usual use of her free time which she had spent her father’s fortune on) and I sat and chatted with my new friends. Finally Mat arrived, Zapp said “Hi” to him and left us, Khers e Mehraboon was still absent. We had to wait a little bit longer for her to come. When every one was present, we said goodbye to the others and went to Gothenburg’s central station. Near the station we got off the bus, which Khers e Mehraboon went directly to the first shop which she saw and I was furious. Therefore, I took Mat with me and we went to the huge shopping center across the street. We started browsing the shops, I came up to this famous Swedish shop called “H&amp;M”, it had some items in it on sale which one of them was a Blazer sport coat, which I was looking for, for along time. But they did not have it in my size and since I promised my Mom and Dad not to buy a cloth here, I just came out of the shop. Then we came up to this candy shop and since we did not have any lunch, I suggested that we buy a jaw breaker. We did buy a jaw breaker and eating it really broke my jaws, I was like chewing it for about an hour and my jaws were like not moving. This was my last time that I ate a complete jaw breaker. In the end we got into the bus and came home to our final destination.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I just realized that any one who calls me or contacts me, actually needs me or wants to talk to the person who is with me, like Hanna called me 3 or 4 times today, which 90% was because she wanted to talk to Khers e Mehraboon (her mobile was not working properly) and the other 10% was because she wanted ask the address of this web log. Boy, the only person who called me like usual, was my old mate, Mat.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Khers e Mehraboon called me last night to say Happy Eid-e-Fetr.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Happy Eid-e-Fetr every one.&lt;br /&gt;Peace Up,&lt;br /&gt;Pat &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113113528358720629?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113113528358720629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113113528358720629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113113528358720629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113113528358720629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2005/11/awful-and-stupid-class.html' title='Awful and Stupid Class'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113070145078328172</id><published>2005-10-30T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T13:07:35.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Stage In My Life Journey</title><content type='html'>Tonight I just want to write on behalf of myself, no Mat. Just Pat’s feelings and thoughts. A few months ago I stepped in a journey in my life to make a huge change in it. Changes concerning the ways I look at stuff, the ways I confront different situations and in one word the way I live. So far I was able to make a lot of changes in my prospective. I was able to feel these changes in me till tonight; but tonight something happened, a friend told me something that made me think that due to all these changes, there is still one big change that I should make in my life, otherwise all the other changes will not be worth while. And due to that, I just decided to work on myself to make this change just possible, to become the new person that I have set out for. And I owe this to Hanna. Thank you very much Hanna. Your comment made me realize that I still need to change a lot in me just to be able to achieve what I started this journey for. A lot of people just come here to study, a lot come here for various other reasons that I am ashamed to even talk about them, but I came here for the purpose to change my personality to a better person, to a stronger person. And today I realized that I have stepped in the right road. I just hope I could be successful enough to make as much changes in me as I was planning for and with these friends of mine, I'm sure I am going to be.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you guys for just being there as my friends, (especially Mat, Hanna, Khers e Mehraboon and Zapp),&lt;br /&gt;Love you all,&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Pat,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113070145078328172?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113070145078328172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113070145078328172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113070145078328172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113070145078328172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-stage-in-my-life-journey.html' title='A New Stage In My Life Journey'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113052247021240517</id><published>2005-10-28T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T11:05:00.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First After School Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/CIMG1354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/200/CIMG1354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we had a special guest from Gothenburg, Hanna’s brother. He is practically becoming one of the gang members. Cool guy. I guaranty you’ll have fun while you are with him. Well, anyway, today was my first time to go to one of these after school parties after 2.5 months that I have been here in Boras. And I still do not know why I did not try it earlier, it was a great experience for me, we had loads of fun, talks, jokes, laughs, not so bad music and most important of all, free entrance and that every one was a student at Hogskolan and there was no scum in the crowd there. Well, we went there with the guys, we were planning to go there like 10:15, but Hanna and Khers e Mehraboon were cooking dinner, so we decided to wait until they finish, but suddenly we say that the time was like 11:15 and the “after school party” was till 12:00 only. Therefore we ditched Hanna and Khers e Mehraboon and went to the party. While we reached there, Mat told Hanna’s brother that since he is not a student here he can not get in but he knows the door guy and can talk to him, but when we got there we found out that Hanna’s brother was friend with all of them from way before. Thus, he took us all in. after like half an hour, Hanna and Khers e Mehraboon came and then we all went to the down town disco, which we all had a free pass for. Inside the disco was an R&amp;B night, nice music, a guy was dancing on a box, wow, he knew how to dance. After a while staying there, we decided to come back home. That is when all the fun began. We stood in the buss station for 20 minutes for a buss that never came, then we started to walk all the way back home, not a long way though. It was a beautiful night for walking; in the beginning it was all jokes and fun, but after a while we got divided into groups and started to talk about our memories with each other.&lt;br /&gt;Finally we got home, tiered of all that walking and dancing (like I know how to dance), I just don’t know how I stood up till Mat and the others talked a bit. I just know that Khers e Mehraboon was sleep from the second we got home. The day after we had a class in Chalmers, therefore, I guess I just got knocked out on Mat’s couch or so. When Hanna’s brother woke me up, it was like 6:20 AM, I just got my lazy @## to my bed and slept till 10:00 till a true Pat &amp; Mat moment happened. I woke up to Mat’s mobile alarm, went all the way to his room and turned it off and came back to my room, while a bit later Mat woke up to my radio alarm, came to my room, turned it off and went to his own room. After waking up, we were laughing about this moment for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Well, this was another interesting night in my life; hope you guys enjoy reading all these memories. Since I do not get any comments I guess you guys are not even reading this stuff. Well, hope you guys are having fun and enjoying your lives to your limits.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113052247021240517?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113052247021240517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113052247021240517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113052247021240517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113052247021240517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2005/10/first-after-school-party.html' title='First After School Party'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113036143238382318</id><published>2005-10-26T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T10:28:41.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pat &amp; Mat I Boras</title><content type='html'>This photo was taken during a dinner party at Khers e Mehraboon’s. This is after the dinner, while Pat was working on Hanna’s laptop and I was just lying beside him and joking. It was a nice night, kind of all of my best friends including Zapp were there. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/400/Picture%20055.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We had a good time, but in the end things got a bit messy and Khers e Mehraboon did something that I wish she had not. Because once some one did the same to me and I never went back to their home again. Hope she will figure it out her self and fix it as soon as possible or me and Mat gonna go bankrupt, cause if I do not go to their house, they gonna come here, and therefore there will be no more food left in our fridge.&lt;br /&gt;With the Best Wishes,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113036143238382318?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113036143238382318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113036143238382318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113036143238382318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113036143238382318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2005/10/pat-mat-i-boras.html' title='Pat &amp; Mat I Boras'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113033475629721242</id><published>2005-10-25T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T10:32:46.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Movie Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/1600/Picture%20047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/460/1758/320/Picture%20047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi guys. Tonight Hanna made us a famous Iranian cuisine called Gheymeh. It was really great and tastey. And besides tonight was also the first night Khers e Mehraboon and Zapp were together in a group gathering after their big fight a few days ago. Tonight was really great, every thing went smoothly. We had a great dinner, had some jokes, laughs, took some pictures and finally we got to see a movie after weeks of delays. First we went to the TV room to connect the laptop to the TV but since every one had a rush and the connection did not work in the beginning, we decided to come back and see it on the laptop it self in Mat’s room. The movie’s name was “The Kingdome of Heaven”. Not a bad movie, every body liked it, actually they loved it but for me it was just Ok. After that every one wanted to go to their rooms. But Hanna was sleep, we decided not to wake her and let her sleep here but she woke up her self, and believe me you wish you were not there at that moment. Well, she was grumpy and collected all her stuff and went to Khers e Mehraboon’s. After wards, Mat had to call Khers e Mehraboon to make sure that she was Ok and not heart or killed by Hanna. And later he got to talk to Hanna and help her cheer up a little bit. Well, girls, they are alike, my own sister was (I do not know about the present) the same and as far as Mat told me, her sister was the same. Therefore, we concluded that there is no other way to react with them then to just wait and let them cool down.&lt;br /&gt;In the end I have to mention, last night before going to bed I had to thank GOD for his blessings, because he has blessed me with such great friends in such a dull place. Thank you Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Peace Up,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113033475629721242?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113033475629721242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113033475629721242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113033475629721242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113033475629721242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2005/10/our-first-movie-night.html' title='Our First Movie Night'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113025625660976245</id><published>2005-10-24T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T09:06:35.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night Discussion</title><content type='html'>WOW, what a night. We stood up with the guys, talking and discussing various stuff till 3:00 AM. It was incredible; we talked about friendships, what we are looking in a friendship relationship, what we expect from our friends. The discussion got so high that we did not realize we were shouting, and since our neighbor has a light sleep, he woke up many times during our conversation and punched the wall, since we were so deep in the conversation, we neglected all those sign until he finally came to our door and rang the bell. At this time every body just went quite like we were all sleep and no one answered the door. We kept every one in the room just as quite as we could, till we were sure he has gone back to sleep again and then send every one back to their homes.&lt;br /&gt;Next morning I saw our Kawan (our neighbor) and said hi to him, then I asked him if it was him who rang our bell last night and he said oh I am sorry, did I wake you?!? And since I am such an idiot, I told him nope, we were awake and talking, and then I had to apologize to him many times. But he is such a cool guy; he just laughed and said every thing is ok. Later on when I told Mat what had happened, he just kept laughing at me, that idiot, if you had told him that we were sleep, it was him apologizing to you not you to him, because he had thought that the noise was from some other source.&lt;br /&gt;Well, this was another nice adventure. There is a lot more to come later on. We are glad to hear your opinions, or if you wish to send a post email it to &lt;a href="mailto:patandmat@gmail.com"&gt;patandmat@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; , and we will post it for you with your alias and we will also promise not to change any parts in your email and post it as it is.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers mates,&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113025625660976245?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113025625660976245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113025625660976245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113025625660976245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113025625660976245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2005/10/late-night-discussion.html' title='Late Night Discussion'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-113010478520287750</id><published>2005-10-23T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T15:01:33.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gothenburg</title><content type='html'>Hi again mates. I just came back from our trip to Gothenburg. A beautiful city in Sweden and the biggest one after Stockholm. We were staying at Hanna’s parents during these 2 days. Really nice people. I really liked them. Great hospitality, great food, great people, I kind of felt like home after a long time (well, actually no place can take the place of your real home, no one can be your mother and father ,sister and brother, but they had a TV with remote control and I was allowed to change the channels). Well any way, Hanna had a really cool brother which was much into music than any thing else. A really cool guy, and last night he took us to this disco where he usually plays (last night he did not play), and that night was an awful experience. All the ladies in the house were like either over 50 years old or over 80 Kg. The music was not much into my taste, and well, we had to pay a hell of an entrance fee, therefore no one actually enjoyed it, but it was a great first time experience. Hanna’s brother actually felt guilty since he was not able to take us to a cool place, but the point was that I enjoyed meeting him, himself more than anything else myself. And another point that night was that Hanna had a slow dance with her brother, that made me and Mat miss our sisters a lot at that moment. This trip made me miss my whole family, but that moment I wished my sister was there with me, although she would never slow dance with me but would fight with me instead, but seeing Hanna and her brother, made me miss my sister.&lt;br /&gt;Khers e Mehraboon was sleeping all the time during this trip, so she was not active during our experiences much, except that we made fun out of her (because, Hanna was in her own territory, due to the Rule #4 we men do not go behind each other, therefore Khers e Mehraboon was the aim of all of our jokes during these 2 days). We finally got to see Hanna’s cousin’s pictures, the one who is living in Stockholm, and that we are planning to go to.&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, I was forgetting, during these 2 days, Hanna’s brother had a guitar and I played it a lot and it felt really great, cause I missed the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Well, there is nothing more that I recall right now from this trip but that we had a great time, met a great family, found a great friend (Hanna’s brother), got to this point we all miss our families and that we should right down our rules ASAP. I think that’s all.&lt;br /&gt;Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-113010478520287750?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/113010478520287750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=113010478520287750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113010478520287750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/113010478520287750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2005/10/gothenburg.html' title='Gothenburg'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-112997712630256160</id><published>2005-10-22T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T03:32:06.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After Exam</title><content type='html'>Well, last night was right after our first set of exams here in Boras. The courses are not that hard and the exams are exactly what they teach us, therefore that made me wonder, boy, these Swedish people must be morons if they do not get straight A. cause man they study so much, I do not even watch TV like that. But in the end, it seems that we are much smarter than them. I do not know why it is so. I guess they just read and do nothing more. Well any way, yesterday was our final exam for this quarter, an easy one, but in the end all depends on the scoring system. I only had 4 hours of sleep the night before it and during the exam I was going nuts. After the exam I had promised Hanna to help her with a problem with her laptop, so I went to her room with Khers e Mehraboon (cause I did not know the address), and there I saw pat. He had done all the work for me, glad from the good news; I fell on the ground in front of the TV and watched 3 episodes of simpson on different channels. In the end, Mat, Hanna and Khers e Mehraboon were all shouting at me. Oh by the way, while I was there Hanna prepared an Eftar for me, it was more like a break fast at McDonald’s. ok, finally we got home, but we had no dinner, we decided to eat at Khers e Mehraboon, therefore, our good old chef (Mat) went there and started to cook with Hanna. Meanwhile I took a shower, said my prayers and checked my emails, buzzed my always away brother till Mat came in, we talked a bit during some of the days experiences and finally, we went to Khers e Mehraboon for dinner. When we came back was like 1:00 AM and I was dying to go to bed. But just I was getting ready to go to bed, the door bell rang and Hanna and Khers e Mehraboon came in for our exam traditional gatherings. Well, that was the end of me, I was lying in Mats bed while I fell sleep, and every 15 mins that I woke up, I saw a bunch of people eating, drinking and smoking. It was like I was knocked down in a bar or so, with this difference that the drinks were tea. That was where I was finally knocked out till today morning.&lt;br /&gt;Well, today we are going to Gothenburg to go to Hanna’s house and meet her family, I guess they are nice people. I have never met them before. You will find out more on our (Pat &amp;amp; Matt) journey later on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-112997712630256160?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/112997712630256160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=112997712630256160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/112997712630256160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/112997712630256160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2005/10/after-exam.html' title='After Exam'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-112997487207797943</id><published>2005-10-20T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T02:54:32.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Key Code</title><content type='html'>To night we were studying with the guys in our room, it was way past midnight. Suddenly one of the girls decided to go to their room to bring some stuff (which I do not recall what they were at the moment). She asked us for our door key code, so that she does not have to ring the bell, since it was way past midnight. Well, in the beginning be hesitated to give her our code, so we made some jokes, but exactly a few seconds later, we forgot our own code. Wow boy, it was so funny, we were searching our documents, we thought we broke the lock, and we were looking for the landlord’s phone number, then suddenly one of the guys found our code and tried it and worked. We just laughed so hard that I had a stomach ache. That was a true Pat &amp;amp; Mat moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-112997487207797943?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/112997487207797943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=112997487207797943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/112997487207797943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/112997487207797943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2005/10/key-code.html' title='Key Code'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18060129.post-112976268442034882</id><published>2005-10-20T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T15:58:04.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>This weblog is dedicated to me and my friend’s memories during the time of our study for MSc here in Boras, Sweden. You might find a lot of amusing, fun, sad, happy and interesting memories here. We are also planning to put our ideas in this site as well. Before any thing I have to mention that nearly all the text in this weblog is going to be jokes and fun stuff besides memories, and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of your comments are welcomed. We will use our fake names here in this weblog just to give the people their freedom to write what ever they want, but it has to be mentioned that we keep the right for knowing the real names to ourselves so that we can know who said what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you will find this weblog fun and interesting as we found the idea to create it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Peace Up,&lt;br /&gt;Pat &amp;amp; Mat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18060129-112976268442034882?l=patandmatiboras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/feeds/112976268442034882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18060129&amp;postID=112976268442034882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/112976268442034882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18060129/posts/default/112976268442034882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patandmatiboras.blogspot.com/2005/10/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Pat &amp;amp; Mat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07905498981427216491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://ehsan-kalantar.persiangig.com/image/Pat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
