Well, I am sure I did not beat the record of collecting wall posts in Facebook in one day with respect to some other folks. But I just want to appreciate all of those 19 people who took the time of logging in during their finals week or busy workday and posting happy birthday wishes on my Facebook wall. But how I got them all on Monday and not before that is very simple. I had the privacy option of displaying my birthday set to off, and I turned it on the morning of my birthday. It is funny to realize that if I hadn’t turned it on, I might have gotten no wall posts. LOL! Anyways thank you all of you who posted on my wall, and I’ll make sure that I post birthday wishes on your wall, of course if you had the notification on to remind me. Here is the list of people names who posted on my wall:

Omid Tashayod, Sara Hojjat, Vasna Soroushian, Golita Behnoodi, Gitah Ram, Tejinder (Aka TJ) Singh, Farid Shirinfar, Arash Nasibi, Kristin Quan, Jonathan Lau, Gigi Lau, Alan Wood, Arash Fayz, Bianca Blanco, Pareesa Amjadi, Jaclyn Saito, Hamid Ameli, Arash Zahedi, Priscilla Chan, and Farid Shirinfar;

I also appreciate those friends writing me scrap books on Orkut: Anahitah Behrad, Hootan Nikbakht, Ali Karimi, Shaghayegh Zekavati, Kamran Afshari, Shahryar Khosraviani, Shahin Sheidaei, Armita Namiranian, Vahid Mojtahed, Shahin Shayandeh, Negar M, Sam Siar, Haleh Tabrizi, Babak Khalatbari, Mahya Farnia, Anahita Khosraviani, Bahman Sotoodian, Pedram Hovareshti, Foroozeh Varjavand, Farhad Mehrabi Nejad, Samar Azari, Arezoo Sami, and Sina Ferdowsi;

I also appreciate my close friends Alireza Binesh and Sina Siar who did not left me alone on the midnight of my birthday and cheered me up with their warm company.

I also appreciate all of these folk who made phone calls, emailed, or saw me in person to tell me Happy Birthday:

Sara Tavakoli, Parivash Kalantari, Mehraban Goudarzi my uncle, and Kia Goudarzi and Katayoun Goudarzi my lovely brother and sister in law;

Special thanks to Farzin Dinyarian for his one shot and two hits gift of graduation and birthday.

Thanks again Kamran for giving me your leftover chocolates. They are just as sweet as you are.

It is all your existence which makes me moving.

And if I left your name out even thought you expressed your love, call me and say you hate me because I am writing this post passed 3 am, and I am out of my mind.

And last but not least, starting next year, I am going to really celebrate my birthday instead of spending it in library or taking final exams like the past 6 years.

Last Friday, while being out with friends at the Spot, in realm of being buzzed, in the middle of jokes and random dilemmas, Hatihana brought up a question which seemed very interesting to me. The question itself has psychological interpretation, but I had no prior knowledge of how it works or what different responses mean. Every person at the table was asked to answer the question. The discussion turned to be very philosophical, but my version was rather short, and I keep the interpretation of my response for my readers. And finally, the questions was if there is a black, white, red, and blue door, in what order do you open them and what do you see behind each door?

My response:

I open the black door first. What I see are pregnant widows who are dressed in black. Next, I open the white door, and I see innocent kids wearing white gowns. Then I open the red door, and I see unleashed youths, reckless and drunk, high and plunk, dancing with love and passions. And finally, I open the blue door and all I see is a huge graveyard with grassy ground and white graves with burned black ashes of dead bodies cornering the sides of each grave.