Sometimes, the things that you expect to be good, happen to be terrible, and on the other hand, the things that you run from, come to be good.

Like today's algorithm's design contest, which was truly fun ( at least for me ) though I was first so disgusted by watching my Thursday- which could have been passed with parents in Shomal- being wasted like this.

But let's not say tonight's party goes for the vice versa part. I always expect the parties to be bad, and they sometime even go further than what I had expected. It's not the host's fault nor any body else's, but maybe only mine. Don't know, sometimes it's only because of hearing the music selection that I detest and sometimes the terrible feeling of being left all alone though it's too crowded and apparently you've got a lot of friends around you. Maybe sometimes I feel afraid, of the loud music and the lights off, for several reasons that I know.

And this terrible experience of getting trapped by some lad whom you have never met and terribly disgust at least at this very first glance when he invites you to dance with. You know, the story of "cheraagh nafti" being repeated all over again.

Maybe last night's party would have been better, but I really could not have taken part because of the late time university class with Dr Rankohi ( Whom I adore, yes let's say I truly adore him, maybe he happens to like me too, as he called me by first name yesterday and said " Study better coralie! see, I've learnt your first name, Coralie!" .

He made me wonder why he happens to make me feel terribly good inside and I was faced by this thought that maybe it has a kind of connection with him being a student in France. Yes he must have learnt much there and he must have learnt exactly what I long to learn. France 30 years ago, sure, has been exactly the country of my dreams, and he -Dr Rankoohi- has lived in my dreams, hmm...sounds perfect.

Dr Rankoohi, Je t'adore!