Old diary

Today, I had nothing to do, well, I had but I didn’t want to do. I am waiting for the response of my supervisors. I could practice my presentation and prepare my speech but I was lazy. Anyways, today is sunny and I am enjoying sun radiation on my neck and listening to my French songs which remind me nothing but my good times in Sweden and Denmark.

I have a big diary from when I was 18 and I wrote them in Persian in an editor under DOS and it was long time that I couldn’t manage to open them. The diary consists of my daily writings and also the emails I wrote to my old pen friends and the email I received from them. They are all well sorted with names but unfortunately without dates but I know that they were around a specific time when I started to be addicted to computer. Even now when I look at their names I don’t remember them unless I open and read what the letters was about.

A few days back, I saw an old friend online and I asked him if I can open those files and he gave me some suggestions; one of them worked. Now you can imagine how busy I am.

The sad thing that I noticed is that my life is repeating. I am making the same mistakes as I did when I was 20. I can exactly simulate my current friends and feelings with my old friends and feelings. I wish what happened to old ones never happen to current ones. I have to think how I can avoid.

I thought of typing my old diary gradually; I guess I have to make a Persian blog. Mm, it takes time and it is not that much valuable.