Singing is good for your health and won't damage your wealth.
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Sunday, March 29, 2009
Kids today
Co-worker's daughter: What does God look like?
Teacher: What do you think God looks like?
Co-worker's daughter: I don't know. I'll google him when I get home and look at the image search results.
Teacher: What do you think God looks like?
Co-worker's daughter: I don't know. I'll google him when I get home and look at the image search results.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
ring of fire
In your tears and in your blood
In your fire and in your flood
I hear you laugh, I heard you sing
I wouldn’t change a single thing
And the wheels just keep on turning
The drummers begin to drum
I don’t know which way I’m going
I don’t know what I’ve become
For you I’d wait ‘til kingdom come
Until my days, my days are done
And say you’ll come and set me free
Just say you’ll wait, you’ll wait for me
Monday, March 23, 2009
So Rich, So Pretty
I want to learn to make such photos.
Actually, I want to be on such photos.
:)
Thanks for the hint, K.
Actually, I want to be on such photos.
:)
Thanks for the hint, K.
Monday quote
He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold on to him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect more than he can give. Don’t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he’s not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you.
Bob Marley
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
music from skins .. again
“When I’m with you,
I feel like I’m a better person;
I feel happier;
I feel less alone.”
this time
I’ve been sitting watching life pass from the sidelines
Been waiting for a dream to seep in through my blinds
I wondered what might happen if I left this all behind
Would the wind be at my back ? Could I get you off my mind
This time
Been waiting for a dream to seep in through my blinds
I wondered what might happen if I left this all behind
Would the wind be at my back ? Could I get you off my mind
This time
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
BG oldies p.2
И Утре Е Ден - Васил Найденов (Текст)
Пак говорим с теб по телефона.
Тази нощ за мен той е икона
Този път ще чуеш истини,
скрити в първата ми изповед.
Още ли обичаш бяла роза?
Можеш ли в дъжда да тичаш боса?
Още ли сънуваш мен и теб в някой град
с гълъби и със зелен площад?
Но сънен глас, отегчен
идва, чужд и далечен.
И уморен, “лека нощ” казвам аз.
И утре е ден!
Още ли обичаш бяла роза?
Можеш ли в дъжда да тичаш боса?
Още ли сънуваш мен и теб в някой град
с гълъби и със зелен площад?
Но глух сигнал отдалеч
идва, чужд и безплътен.
И уморен, “лека нощ” казвам аз.
И утре е ден!
BG oldies
Почти Забравена Любов - Васил Найденов (Текст)
Защо се връщаш? Недей!
Не мислиш ли, че малко късно идваш ти?
Защо се връщаш? Недей!
Та аз за теб забравил съм почти!
Не ми припомняй! Недей!
Какво били сме някога един за друг.
Не идвай вече, не , недей!
Отдавна любовта я няма тук.
Забравих аз отминалите дни,
не можем с теб да върнем любовта!
Нали в живота веднъж идва тя!
Не се завръщай, недей!
Отдавна любовта напусна този дом!
Не се завръщай, недей!
Намерила е другаде подслон!
Не се завръщай, не,не,не, недей!
Та аз отдавна свикнах да живея сам!
Не се завръщай, не, недей!
Ще мога ли да ти простя не знам!
Ще мога ли да ти простя не знам!
Monday, March 16, 2009
I heard that Cali never rains...
No matter what you do in LA, your behavior is appropriate for the city. Los Angeles has no assumed correct mode of use. No one’s going to save you; no one’s looking out for you. It’s the only city I know where that’s the explicit premise of living there—that’s the deal you make when you move to LA. The city, ironically, is emotionally authentic. It says: no one loves you; you’re the least important person in the room; get over it. What matters is what you do there. The whole thing is ridiculous. It’s the most ridiculous city in the world — but everyone who lives there knows that. No one thinks that L.A. “works,” or that it’s well-designed, or that it’s perfectly functional, or even that it makes sense to have put it there in the first place; they just think it’s interesting. And they have fun there. In LA, you don’t have to be embarrassed by yourself. You’re not driven into a state of endless, vaguely militarized self-justification by your xenophobic neighbors. Los Angeles is where you confront the objective fact that you mean nothing; everything there somehow precedes you, and it’s bigger than you and more abstract than you and indifferent to you. You don’t matter. You’re free.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
quote.
"i will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which i cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy."
~ anais nin