Favourite actors
Thomas Jeffrey "Tom" Hanks, born on 9 July 1956 in Concord, California, USA. Movies worth watching:
Forrest Gump (1994)
The Green Mile (1999)
Cast Away (2000)
The Terminal (2004)
World record
Mrs Vassilet (1816-1872) is a Russian lady, the first wife of Fyodor Vassilet, a farmer from Shuya (Western Russia). During her life she went through no less than 27 pregnancies. She had 16 sets of twins, 7 triplets, and 4 quadruplets thus making a grand total of 69 children.
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My comment?
-Wow...
Вятърко листи в гората пилей
Вятърко листи в гората пилей,
Косето-Босето вече не пей-
Косето-Босето вече не пей-
с пойните птички отлитна на юг.
Есен е вече пристигнала тук.
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Стихна шубракът, самотен и глух.
Зайко на припека кърпи кожух.
Меца захърка под стария пън,
Сладък за нея е дългият сън.
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Нека да вее и дъжд да вали,
нека се стелят в гората мъгли!
Зайко си има пак топъл кожух,
Меца ще спи под юрганче от пух.
Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God!!!
My baby gave me the best Christmas present ever!!! Last night, for a first time, she said
MA-MA...
Out of this life
Out of this life I shall never take
things of silver and gold I make.
All that I cherish and hoard away
after I leave on this earth must stay.
Though I have toiled for a painting rare
to hang on the wall, I must leave it there.
Though i call it mine and boast its worth,
I must give it up when I leave this earth.
All that I gather and all that I keep,
I must leave behind when I fall asleep.
And I often wonder what I shall own,
what shall they find and what will they see
in that soul that answears to the call of me?
Shall the Great Judge learn when my task is through
that my spirit has gathered some riches too?
Or shall it at last be mine to find,
that all I've worked for, I have left behind?
unknown author
Man vs Woman
MAN discovered COLOURS and invented PAINT
WOMAN discovered PAINT and invented MAKE-UP
MAN discovered WORDS and invented CONVERSATION
WOMAN discovered CONVERSATION and invented GOSSIP
MAN discovered GAMES and invented PLAYING CARDS
WOMAN discovered PLAYING CARDS and invented TAROT
MAN discovered AGRICULTURE and invented FOOD
WOMAN discovered FOOD and invented the DIET
MAN discovered EMOTIONS and invented LOVE
WOMAN discovered LOVE and invented MARRIAGE
MAN discovered WOMAN and invented SEX
WOMAN discovered SEX and invented the HEADACHE
MAN discovered TRADE and invented MONEY
WOMAN discovered MONEY and that put an end to everything up.......
WOMAN discovered PAINT and invented MAKE-UP
MAN discovered WORDS and invented CONVERSATION
WOMAN discovered CONVERSATION and invented GOSSIP
MAN discovered GAMES and invented PLAYING CARDS
WOMAN discovered PLAYING CARDS and invented TAROT
MAN discovered AGRICULTURE and invented FOOD
WOMAN discovered FOOD and invented the DIET
MAN discovered EMOTIONS and invented LOVE
WOMAN discovered LOVE and invented MARRIAGE
MAN discovered WOMAN and invented SEX
WOMAN discovered SEX and invented the HEADACHE
MAN discovered TRADE and invented MONEY
WOMAN discovered MONEY and that put an end to everything up.......
God's wife
There was once a ragged boy standing at Christmas time looking in a beautiful store window. But his eyes were not on the moving, mechanical toys and other bright things that normally a boy would be looking at. Instead, he looked beyond these things to a very warm pair of boots there in the window. For this little boy was standing there with nothing on but a very thin undershirt, thin trousers, no coat; his feet were wrapped with rags and you could see blood coming through them, where his feet were cracked and bleeding from the cold. A large limousine pulled up in front of the store and a chauffeur opened the door for a very finely dressed lady. She noticed the little boy as she started inside. She took his hand and took him into the store with her and beggan to outfit him. First of all, she got him a warm shirt and some warm corduroy trousers, a heavy coat, a warm cap with flaps to pull down over his ears, some stockings, and then that beautiful pair of warm, fur-lined boots in the window. As she went about outfitting this little boy, he looked up at her with tears in his eyes and said to her:
"Ma'am, are you God's wife?"
She smiled and said:
"No, but I am one of his children."
Как чувствата си играли на криеница
Разказват, че веднъж в едно ъгълче на Земята се събрали заедно всички човешки чувства и качества. Когато СКУКАТА се прозяла за трети път, ЛУДОСТТА предложила:
- Хайде да играем на криеница!
ИНТРИГАТА повдигнала вежди:
- Криеница? Що за игра е това?
Тогава ЛУДОСТТА обяснила, че един от тях, например тя, започва - затваря си очите и брои до милион, а в същото време всички останали се крият. Последният, когото открият, започва да брои следващата игра и така нататък.
ЕНТУСИАЗМЪТ затанцувал с ЕУФОРИЯТА, РАДОСТТА заподскачала така, че успяла да удеби СЪМНЕНИЕТО, само АПАТИЯТА, която никога от нищо не се интересувала, отказала да участва в играта.
ИСТИНАТА предпочела да не се крие, защото в края на краищата винаги я отриват. ГОРДОСТТА казала, че това е абсолютно глупава игра (нищо друго не я вълнувало, освен нея самата ), СТРАХЛИВОСТТА не искала да рискува много-много.
- Едно, две, три, ... - започнала да брои ЛУДОСТТА.
Пръв се скрил МЪРЗЕЛЪТ. Скрил се той зад най-близкия камък край пътя, ВЯРАТА се издигнала в небесата, а ЗАВИСТТА се скрила в сянката на ТРИУМФЪТ, който със собствени сили се изхитрил да се изкатери до върха на най-високото дърво. БЛАГОРОДСТВОТО много дълго не можело да се скрие, тъй като всяко място, което то си намирало, се оказвало идеално за неговите приятели: Кристално чистото езеро - за КРАСОТАТА; хралупата в едно дърво - за СТРАХА; крилото на пеперудата - за СЛАДОСТРАСТИЕТО; полъхът на вятъра - за СВОБОДАТА! И така - то се замаскирало в слъчевия лъч. ЕГОИЗМЪТ, напротив, намерил си едно топло и уютно местенце само за себе си. ЛЪЖАТА се скрила дълбоко в океана (а в действителност тя се скрила в дъгата),а СТРАСТТА и ЖЕЛАНИЕТО се спотаили в гърлото на вулкана. ЗАБРАВАТА, дори не помня къде се скрила, но това не е важно.
Когато ЛУДОСТТА преброила до 999 999, ЛЮБОВТА все още търсела къде да се скрие, но вече всичко било заето. И изведнъж тя видяла прекрасен розов храст и решила да се скрие между цветовете му.
- Един милион - изброила ЛУДОСТТА и се заела с търсенето.
Разбира се, най-напред намерила МЪРЗЕЛА. После чула как ВЯРАТА спори с Бога, а за СТРАСТТА и ЖЕЛАНИЕТО се сетила по това как трепери вулканът, след това ЛУДОСТТА видяла ЗАВИСТТА и се досетила къде се крие ТРИУМФЪТ. Нямало нужда да търси ЕГОИЗМА, защото мястото, където той се бил скрил, се оказало пчелен кошер, а пчелите решили да изгонят неканения гост. Търсейки, ЛУДОСТТА се приближила до ручея и видяла КРАСОТАТА. СЪМНЕНИЕТО седяло до оградата, чудейки се от коя страна да се скрие. И ето, че всички били намерени:
ТАЛАНТЪТ - в дъхавата и сочна трева, ТЪГАТА - тъмната пещера, ЛЪЖАТА - в дъгата (за да сме честни, тя се скрила на дъното на океана). Не могли да намерят само ЛЮБОВТА.
ЛУДОСТТА поглеждала зад всяко дърво, във всяко поточе, на върха на всяка планина и най-накрая тя решила да погледне в розовите храсти. Започнала да разтваря клоните и чула вик. Острите шипове на розата наранили очите на ЛЮБОВТА.
ЛУДОСТТА не знаела какво да прави, започнала да се извинява, плакала, молила за прошка и за да изкупи вината си, обещала на ЛЮБОВТА да стане неин водач.
И ето, от онова време, когато за първи път на Земята играли на криеница, ЛЮБОВТА е сляпа и ЛУДОСТТА я води за ръка...
Влюбих се
Влюбих се в младеж къдрокос.
В любовта си бях нещастна,
нещастен беше и той.
Веднъж от разходка се върнах
и с друга го видях.
Той към мен бегло се обърна
и няколко думи ми каза:
"Влюбих се в една,
влюби се и ти в друг.
С детенцето прости се
и от живота ми иди си!"
Аз влязох в тъмната стая,
разбита от скръбта,
и детенцето кротко заспало
прегърнах със сълзи на очи.
Не мина се много, ни малко,
той в манастира дойде.
Прегърнал през рамо една,
а тя с детенце в ръце:
"- Татенце, виж, монахиня!
Колко красива е тя!
Колко прилича на мама,
която ти ми отне!"
The Finest Day
The finest day? Today.
The biggest obstacle? Fear.
The easiest thing? To lose your way.
The biggest mistake? To lose your heart.
The root of evil? Selfishness.
The finest entertainment? Work.
The worse defeat? Desperation.
The best teachers? Children.
The first necessity? Communication.
The biggest happiness? To be useful.
The deepest secret? Death.
The most unpleasant defect? Bad mood.
The most dangerous man? Liar.
The most insidious feeling? Hatred.
The most beautiful present? Forgiveness.
The most necessary thing? Home.
The shortest way? The right one.
The most pleasant feeling? Peace of mind.
The best defense? Smile.
The best cure? Optimism.
The best satisfaction? Duty well done.
The mightiest power in the world? Faith.
The most stimulating gift? Hope.
The only reality? Love.
Mother Teresa
Death By Scrabble or Tile M For Murder
It's a hot day and I hate my wife.
We're playing Scrabble. That's how bad it is. I'm 42 years old, it's a blistering hot Sunday afternoon and all I can think of to do with my life is to play Scrabble.
I should be out, doing exercise, spending money, meeting people. I don't think I've spoken to anyone except my wife since Thursday morning. On Thursday morning I spoke to the milkman.
My letters are crap.
I play, appropriately, BEGIN. With the N on the little pink star. Twenty-two points.
I watch my wife's smug expression as she rearranges her letters. Clack, clack, clack. I hate her. If she wasn't around, I'd be doing something interesting right now. I'd be climbing Mount Kilimanjaro. I'd be starring in the latest Hollywood blockbuster. I'd be sailing the Vendee Globe on a 60-foot clipper called the New Horizons - I don't know, but I'd be doing something.
She plays JINXED, with the J on a double-letter score. 30 points. She's beating me already. Maybe I should kill her.
If only I had a D, then I could play MURDER. That would be a sign. That would be permission.
I start chewing on my U. It's a bad habit, I know. All the letters are frayed. I play WARMER for 22 points, mainly so I can keep chewing on my U.
As I'm picking new letters from the bag, I find myself thinking - the letters will tell me what to do. If they spell out KILL, or STAB, or her name, or anything, I'll do it right now. I'll finish her off.
My rack spells MIHZPA. Plus the U in my mouth. Damn.
The heat of the sun is pushing at me through the window. I can hear buzzing insects outside. I hope they're not bees. My cousin Harold swallowed a bee when he was nine, his throat swelled up and he died. I hope that if they are bees, they fly into my wife's throat.
She plays SWEATIER, using all her letters. 24 points plus a 50 point bonus. If it wasn't too hot to move I would strangle her right now.
I am getting sweatier. It needs to rain, to clear the air. As soon as that thought crosses my mind, I find a good word. HUMID on a double-word score, using the D of JINXED. The U makes a little splash of saliva when I put it down. Another 22 points. I hope she has lousy letters.
She tells me she has lousy letters. For some reason, I hate her more.
She tells me she has lousy letters. For some reason, I hate her more.
She plays FAN, with the F on a double-letter, and gets up to fill the kettle and turn on the air conditioning.
It's the hottest day for ten years and my wife is turning on the kettle. This is why I hate my wife. I play ZAPS, with the Z doubled, and she gets a static shock off the air conditioning unit. I find this remarkably satisfying.
She sits back down with a heavy sigh and starts fiddling with her letters again. Clack clack. Clack clack. I feel a terrible rage build up inside me. Some inner poison slowly spreading through my limbs, and when it gets to my fingertips I am going to jump out of my chair, spilling the Scrabble tiles over the floor, and I am going to start hitting her again and again and again.
The rage gets to my fingertips and passes. My heart is beating. I'm sweating. I think my face actually twitches. Then I sigh, deeply, and sit back into my chair. The kettle starts whistling. As the whistle builds it makes me feel hotter.
She plays READY on a double-word for 18 points, then goes to pour herself a cup of tea. No I do not want one.
I steal a blank tile from the letter bag when she's not looking, and throw back a V from my rack. She gives me a suspicious look. She sits back down with her cup of tea, making a cup-ring on the table, as I play an 8-letter word: CHEATING, using the A of READY. 64 points, including the 50-point bonus, which means I'm beating her now.
She asks me if I cheated.
I really, really hate her.
She plays IGNORE on the triple-word for 21 points. The score is 153 to her, 155 to me.
The steam rising from her cup of tea makes me feel hotter. I try to make murderous words with the letters on my rack, but the best I can do is SLEEP.
My wife sleeps all the time. She slept through an argument our next-door neighbours had that resulted in a broken door, a smashed TV and a Teletubby Lala doll with all the stuffing coming out. And then she bitched at me for being moody the next day from lack of sleep.
If only there was some way for me to get rid of her.
If only there was some way for me to get rid of her.
I spot a chance to use all my letters. EXPLODES, using the X of JINXED. 72 points. That'll show her.
As I put the last letter down, there is a deafening bang and the air conditioning unit fails.
My heart is racing, but not from the shock of the bang. I don't believe it - but it can't be a coincidence. The letters made it happen. I played the word EXPLODES, and it happened - the air conditioning unit exploded. And before, I played the word CHEATING when I cheated. And ZAP when my wife got the electric shock. The words are coming true. The letters are choosing their future. The whole game is - JINXED.
My wife plays SIGN, with the N on a triple-letter, for 10 points.
I have to test this.
I have to play something and see if it happens. Something unlikely, to prove that the letters are making it happen. My rack is ABQYFWE. That doesn't leave me with a lot of options. I start frantically chewing on the B.
I play FLY, using the L of EXPLODES. I sit back in my chair and close my eyes, waiting for the sensation of rising up from my chair. Waiting to fly.
Stupid. I open my eyes, and there's a fly. An insect, buzzing around above the Scrabble board, surfing the thermals from the tepid cup of tea. That proves nothing. The fly could have been there anyway.
I need to play something unambiguous. Something that cannot be misinterpreted. Something absolute and final. Something terminal. Something murderous.
My wife plays CAUTION, using a blank tile for the N. 18 points.
My rack is AQWEUK, plus the B in my mouth. I am awed by the power of the letters, and frustrated that I cannot wield it. Maybe I should cheat again, and pick out the letters I need to spell SLASH or SLAY.
Then it hits me. The perfect word. A powerful, dangerous, terrible word.
I play QUAKE for 19 points.
I wonder if the strength of the quake will be proportionate to how many points it scored. I can feel the trembling energy of potential in my veins. I am commanding fate. I am manipulating destiny.
My wife plays DEATH for 34 points, just as the room starts to shake. I gasp with surprise and vindication - and the B that I was chewing on gets lodged in my throat. I try to cough. My face goes red, then blue. My throat swells. I draw blood clawing at my neck. The earthquake builds to a climax.
I fall to the floor. My wife just sits there, watching...
Charlie Fish
Философия на живота
Ако светът можеше да се сведе до село от 100 жители, то всички народи биха били представени там в следните пропорции:
57 азиатци
57 азиатци
21 европейци
14 американци
8 африканци
52 жени
52 жени
48 мъже
30 от бялата раса
30 от бялата раса
70 от други раси
30 християни
30 християни
70 от други религии
89 хетеросексуални
89 хетеросексуални
11 хомосексуални
6 човека ще притежават 59% от световното богатство и всички те ще са американци
6 човека ще притежават 59% от световното богатство и всички те ще са американци
80 нямат жилище
70 са неграмотни
50 са недохранени
1 умира
1 се ражда
1 има персонален компютър
само 1 има висше образование
Ако човек погледне на света от този ъгъл, ще му стане ясно, че потребността от приобщаване, разбиране, приемане и образование е естествена и очевидна.
Ако човек погледне на света от този ъгъл, ще му стане ясно, че потребността от приобщаване, разбиране, приемане и образование е естествена и очевидна.
Помисли за следното:
Ако сутрин се събуждаш здрав, ти си по-щастлив от 1 милион хора, които няма да преживеят следващата седмица.
Ако сутрин се събуждаш здрав, ти си по-щастлив от 1 милион хора, които няма да преживеят следващата седмица.
Ако никога не си преживявал война, никога не си се сблъсквал със самотата на затворническата килия, агонията на мъченията и глада, то ти си по-щастлив от 500 милиона хора по света.
Ако можеш да влезеш в църква без страх, че някой ще те заплаши, арестува или убие, то ти си по-щастлив от 3 милиона хора.
Ако си сит, облечен и имаш покрив над главата си, то ти си по-богат от 75% от жителите на тази планета.
Ако имаш сметка в банката и някакви пари в портфейла си, ти принадлежиш към 8% заможни хора на света.
Някой някога е казал:
Паботи сякаш не се нуждаеш от пари. Обичай сякаш никой никога не те е наранявал. Танцувай сякаш никой не те гледа. Пей сякаш никой не те слуша. Живей сякаш на земята е рай.
Някой някога е казал:
Паботи сякаш не се нуждаеш от пари. Обичай сякаш никой никога не те е наранявал. Танцувай сякаш никой не те гледа. Пей сякаш никой не те слуша. Живей сякаш на земята е рай.
Footprints in the Sand
One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord. Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand: one belonging to him, and the other to the Lord. When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life. This really bothered him and hequestioned the Lord about it. "Lord, You said that once I decided to follow you, You'd walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life, there is only one set of footprints. I don't understand why when I needed you most you would leave me." The Lord replied,"My son, My precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I Carried You."
by Mary Stevenson
The interview with God
I dreamed I had an interview with God.
“So you would like to interview me?” God asked.
“If you have the time” I said.
God smiled. “My time is eternity.”
“What questions do you have in mind for me?”
“What surprises you most about humankind?
”God answered...“That they get bored with childhood,they rush to grow up, and then long to be children again.”
“That they lose their health to make money...and then lose their money to restore their health.”
“That by thinking anxiously about the future, they forget the present, such that they live in neither the present nor the future.”
"That they live as if they will never die, and die as though they had never lived.
”God’s hand took mine and we were silent for a while.
And then I asked...“As a parent, what are some of life’s lessons you want your children to learn?”
“To learn they cannot make anyone love them. All they can do is let themselves be loved.”
“To learn that it is not good to compare themselves to others.”
“To learn to forgive by practicing forgiveness.”
“To learn that it only takes a few seconds to open profound wounds in those they love, and it can take many years to heal them.”
“To learn that a rich person is not one who has the most,but is one who needs the least.”
“To learn that there are people who love them dearly, but simply have not yet learned how to express or show their feelings.”
“To learn that two people can look at the same thing and see it differently.”
“To learn that it is not enough that they forgive one another, but they must also forgive themselves.”
"Thank you for your time," I said humbly. "Is there anything else you would like your children to know?"
God smiled and said, “Just know that I am here... always.”
The story of Love
Once upon a time there was an island where all the feelings lived - Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all the others, including Love. One day it was announced to all of the feelings that the island was going to sink
to the bottom of the ocean. So all the feelings prepared their boats to leave. Love was the only one that stayed.
She wanted to preserve the island paradise until the last possible moment. When the island was almost totally under, love decided it was time to leave. She began looking for someone to ask for help. Just then Richness was passing by in a grand boat.
to the bottom of the ocean. So all the feelings prepared their boats to leave. Love was the only one that stayed.
She wanted to preserve the island paradise until the last possible moment. When the island was almost totally under, love decided it was time to leave. She began looking for someone to ask for help. Just then Richness was passing by in a grand boat.
Love asked, "Richness, Can I come with you on your boat?"
Richness answered,"I'm sorry, but there is a lot of silver and gold on my boat and there would be no room for you anywhere."
Then Love decided to ask Vanity for help who was passing in a beautiful vessel.
Love cried out, "Vanity, help me please".
"I can't help you", Vanity said, "You are all wet and will damage my beautiful boat."
Next, Love saw Sadness passing by.
Love said,"Sadness, please let me go with you.
"Sadness answered, "Love, I'm sorry, but, I just need to be alone now."
Then, Love saw Happiness.
Love cried out," Happiness, please take me with you."
But Happiness was so overjoyed that he didn't hear Love calling to him.
Love began to cry. Then, she heard a voice say, "Come Love, I will take you with me."
It was an elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that she forgot to ask the elder his name. When they arrived on land the elder went on his way. Love realized how much she owed the elder. Love then found Knowledge and asked, "Who was that helped me?"
"It was Time", Knowledge answered.
"But why did Time help me when no one else would?", Love asked.
Knowledge smiled and with deep wisdom and sincerity, answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is."
A newborn's conversation with God
A baby asked God, "They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow, but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?"
God said, "Your angel will be waiting for you and will take care of you."
The child further inquired, "But tell me, here in heaven I don't have to do anything but sing and smile to be happy."
God said, "Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you. And you will feel your angel's love and be very happy."
Again the child asked, "And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me if I don't know the language?"
God said, "Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak."
"And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?"
God said, "Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray."
"Who will protect me?"
God said, "Your angel will defend you even if it means risking its life."
"But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore."
God said, "Your angel will always talk to you about Me and will teach you the way to come back to Me, even though I will always be next to you."
At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from Earth could be heard and the child hurriedly asked, "God, if I am to leave now, please tell me my angel's name."
God said, "You will simply call her, "Mom."
God said, "Your angel will be waiting for you and will take care of you."
The child further inquired, "But tell me, here in heaven I don't have to do anything but sing and smile to be happy."
God said, "Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you. And you will feel your angel's love and be very happy."
Again the child asked, "And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me if I don't know the language?"
God said, "Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak."
"And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?"
God said, "Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray."
"Who will protect me?"
God said, "Your angel will defend you even if it means risking its life."
"But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore."
God said, "Your angel will always talk to you about Me and will teach you the way to come back to Me, even though I will always be next to you."
At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from Earth could be heard and the child hurriedly asked, "God, if I am to leave now, please tell me my angel's name."
God said, "You will simply call her, "Mom."
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