tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87703125715317235882009-05-21T00:31:14.804-07:00Сборен блогвх. Б, ап. 19, ет. 2lottiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515092038814398231noreply@blogger.comBlogger110125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770312571531723588.post-65638438836638351822009-05-21T00:28:00.001-07:002009-05-21T00:31:14.821-07:00Рождеееееен дееееен:)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) <br />:))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))<br />:))))))))))))))))))))))):))))))))))))))))))))))<br />:)))))))))))))))))))))))))))):))))))))))))))))))))<br />:)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))):)))))))))))))))))<br />:)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q2JjJPDz3EE&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q2JjJPDz3EE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770312571531723588-6563843883663835182?l=sboren-blog.blogspot.com'/></div>lottiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515092038814398231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770312571531723588.post-45696232231078311572009-05-13T11:15:00.000-07:002009-05-13T11:35:44.923-07:00La forza del destino<span style="font-style:italic;">from Lemony Snicket's Series of Unfortunate Events<br />book the 12th The Penultimate Peril<br /></span><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"La forza del destino"</span> is an Italian phrase meaning "the force of destiny," and "destiny"<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rEJV35fiLX0&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rEJV35fiLX0&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />is a word that tends to cause arguments among the people who use it. <br />Some people think that destiny is something you cannot escape, such as death, <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SgsPYOceraI/AAAAAAAAAXs/jfT-466SnSA/s1600-h/1_Sixfeetunder1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SgsPYOceraI/AAAAAAAAAXs/jfT-466SnSA/s200/1_Sixfeetunder1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335375092419308962" /></a><br />or a cheesecake that has curdled,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SgsP0nECwnI/AAAAAAAAAX0/UJEfs3iPP2w/s1600-h/cheesecake.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SgsP0nECwnI/AAAAAAAAAX0/UJEfs3iPP2w/s200/cheesecake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335375580064039538" /></a><br />both of which always turn up sooner or later.<br />Other people think destiny is a time in one's life, such as the moment one becomes an adult,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SgsQXPbLo3I/AAAAAAAAAX8/R8LH0EySwsc/s1600-h/002+Adult+female+(anterior+view).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 163px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SgsQXPbLo3I/AAAAAAAAAX8/R8LH0EySwsc/s200/002+Adult+female+(anterior+view).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335376175014060914" /></a><br />or the instant it becomes necessary to construct a hiding place out of sofa cushions.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SgsQ2sdJtGI/AAAAAAAAAYE/dQje7tF7Ukw/s1600-h/SofaBackCushion.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SgsQ2sdJtGI/AAAAAAAAAYE/dQje7tF7Ukw/s200/SofaBackCushion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335376715382895714" /></a><br /><br />And still other people think that destiny is an invisible force, like gravity,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SgsRUVDK18I/AAAAAAAAAYM/k7j1P8nLr4g/s1600-h/gravity.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 41px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SgsRUVDK18I/AAAAAAAAAYM/k7j1P8nLr4g/s200/gravity.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335377224495978434" /></a><br />or a fear of paper cuts,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SgsRmEr05UI/AAAAAAAAAYU/qLfvMwlVGog/s1600-h/holdingontomyself3j.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SgsRmEr05UI/AAAAAAAAAYU/qLfvMwlVGog/s200/holdingontomyself3j.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335377529340749122" /></a><br />that guides everyone throughout their lives, whether they are embarking on a mysterious errand, doing a treacherous deed, or deciding that a book they have begun reading is too dreadful to finish.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SgsSsyYw1xI/AAAAAAAAAYc/G82gf_MNHL8/s1600-h/book.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SgsSsyYw1xI/AAAAAAAAAYc/G82gf_MNHL8/s320/book.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335378744199665426" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770312571531723588-4569623223107831157?l=sboren-blog.blogspot.com'/></div>lottiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515092038814398231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770312571531723588.post-64908787683225358142009-05-06T07:04:00.000-07:002009-05-06T07:21:10.653-07:00Onion<span style="font-style:italic;">from Lemony Snicket's Series of Unfortunate Events<br />book the 13th The End</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SgGZW_PpcJI/AAAAAAAAAXU/OPLNlr7FKSs/s1600-h/PeelOnion92.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SgGZW_PpcJI/AAAAAAAAAXU/OPLNlr7FKSs/s200/PeelOnion92.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332712053996613778" /></a><br />If you have ever peeled an onion, then you know that the first thin, papery layer reveals another thin, papery layer, and that layer reveals another, and another, and before you know it you have hundreds of layers all over the kitchen table <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SgGaIVzFWaI/AAAAAAAAAXc/r-HjmMZSyu8/s1600-h/2458450006_a0d1973983.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SgGaIVzFWaI/AAAAAAAAAXc/r-HjmMZSyu8/s200/2458450006_a0d1973983.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332712901864413602" /></a><br />and thousands of tears in your eyes,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SgGahqGOFRI/AAAAAAAAAXk/-_vXWAlKMpg/s1600-h/07pool_of_tears.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SgGahqGOFRI/AAAAAAAAAXk/-_vXWAlKMpg/s200/07pool_of_tears.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332713336810116370" /></a><br />sorry that you ever started peeling in the first place and wishing that you had left the onion alone to wither away on the shelf of the pantry while you went on with your life, even if that meant never enjoying the complicated and overwhelming taste of this strange and bitter vegetable.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770312571531723588-6490878768322535814?l=sboren-blog.blogspot.com'/></div>lottiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515092038814398231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770312571531723588.post-266633525777588212009-04-30T01:18:00.000-07:002009-04-30T01:39:00.587-07:00Peer Pressure<span style="font-style:italic;">from Lemony Snicket's Series of Unfortunate Events<br />book the 13th - The End</span><br /><br />All day long, everyone in the world is succumbing to peer pressure, whether it is the pressure of their fourth grade peers to play dodge ball during recess<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/Sflf_tR4S9I/AAAAAAAAAW0/RtG9jRb4qFI/s1600-h/dodgeball_logo400.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 123px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/Sflf_tR4S9I/AAAAAAAAAW0/RtG9jRb4qFI/s200/dodgeball_logo400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330397182060678098" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />or the pressure of their fellow circus performers to balance rubber balls on their noses,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SflhNeWesbI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ThH3RLinrl8/s1600-h/p92a.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SflhNeWesbI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ThH3RLinrl8/s200/p92a.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330398518083236274" /></a><br />and if you try to avoid every instance of peer pressure you will end up without any peers whatsoever,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SfliM-EKChI/AAAAAAAAAXE/L_SW42AX-eY/s1600-h/friendless.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SfliM-EKChI/AAAAAAAAAXE/L_SW42AX-eY/s320/friendless.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330399608928078354" /></a><br />and the trick is to succumb to enough pressure that you do not drive your peers away, but not so much that you end up in a situation in which you are dead<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/Sfli-KcP5lI/AAAAAAAAAXM/eedJIjjT5Ds/s1600-h/six-feet-under.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/Sfli-KcP5lI/AAAAAAAAAXM/eedJIjjT5Ds/s200/six-feet-under.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330400454063941202" /></a><br />or otherwise uncomfortable.<br /><br />This is a difficult trick, and most people never master it, and end up dead or uncomfortable at least once during their lives.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770312571531723588-26663352577758821?l=sboren-blog.blogspot.com'/></div>lottiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515092038814398231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770312571531723588.post-58306772519954642512009-04-29T01:58:00.000-07:002009-04-29T06:35:01.690-07:00Noble enough<span style="font-style:italic;">from Lemony Snicket's Series of Unfortunate Events</span><br /><br />"Dewey was wrong when he said that being noble enough is all we can ask for in this world, because we can ask for much more than that. We can ask for a second helping of pound cake, <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SfgY7e-q7zI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-fSjlSQwGfo/s1600-h/pound-cake-ck-223022-l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SfgY7e-q7zI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-fSjlSQwGfo/s200/pound-cake-ck-223022-l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330037569200254770" /></a><br />even though someone has made it quite clear that we will not get any.<br /><br />We can ask for a new color set, <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SfgZGcvLNUI/AAAAAAAAAVs/5eifNc4N7Wo/s1600-h/50951.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SfgZGcvLNUI/AAAAAAAAAVs/5eifNc4N7Wo/s200/50951.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330037757576951106" /></a><br />even though it will be pointed out that we never used the old one, and that all of the paints dried into a crumbly mess.<br /><br />We can ask for Japanese fighting fish,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SfgZ0e4YlsI/AAAAAAAAAV0/UJzuiNzLVeo/s1600-h/90395128_5f855cde23.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SfgZ0e4YlsI/AAAAAAAAAV0/UJzuiNzLVeo/s200/90395128_5f855cde23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330038548426430146" /></a><br />to keep us company in our bedroom,<br /><br />and we can ask for a special camera that will allow us to take photographs even in the dark,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/Sfgan3zuGYI/AAAAAAAAAV8/C1pPow_89Bs/s1600-h/YCC520RW.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/Sfgan3zuGYI/AAAAAAAAAV8/C1pPow_89Bs/s200/YCC520RW.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330039431291083138" /></a><br />for obvious reasons,<br /><br />and we can ask for an extra sugar cube in our coffees <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SfgbfcLEk3I/AAAAAAAAAWE/AoRzRUAX3Xk/s1600-h/42-15218505.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 155px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SfgbfcLEk3I/AAAAAAAAAWE/AoRzRUAX3Xk/s200/42-15218505.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330040385945506674" /></a><br />in the morning<br /><br />and extra pillow in our beds<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SfgcvlM3OWI/AAAAAAAAAWM/5fzl4PShi34/s1600-h/big-bed-with-6-pillows.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SfgcvlM3OWI/AAAAAAAAAWM/5fzl4PShi34/s200/big-bed-with-6-pillows.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330041762758474082" /></a><br />at night.<br /><br />We can ask for justice,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/Sfg3qv4z7ZI/AAAAAAAAAWU/lgkUF6SQiSM/s1600-h/metallica-and-justice-for-all.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/Sfg3qv4z7ZI/AAAAAAAAAWU/lgkUF6SQiSM/s200/metallica-and-justice-for-all.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330071366541766034" /></a><br /><br />and we can ask for a handkerchief,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/Sfg4KVbD2zI/AAAAAAAAAWc/tT94TF82x8Q/s1600-h/handkerchief_21104_lg.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/Sfg4KVbD2zI/AAAAAAAAAWc/tT94TF82x8Q/s200/handkerchief_21104_lg.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330071909193472818" /></a><br /><br />and we can ask for cupcakes, <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/Sfg4plEQbTI/AAAAAAAAAWk/LDgx0DZ-mX4/s1600-h/cupcakes.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/Sfg4plEQbTI/AAAAAAAAAWk/LDgx0DZ-mX4/s200/cupcakes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330072445968739634" /></a><br /><br />and we can ask for all the soldiers in the world to lay down their weapons and join us in a rousing chorus of "Cry Me a River",<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/Sfg841aTV5I/AAAAAAAAAWs/YzYKKgAlkSo/s1600-h/610x.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/Sfg841aTV5I/AAAAAAAAAWs/YzYKKgAlkSo/s200/610x.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330077106100721554" /></a><br />if that happens to be our favourite song.<br /><br />But we can also ask for something we are much more likely to get, and that is to find a person or two, somewhere in our travels, who will tell us that we are noble enough, whether it is true or not. We can ask for someone who will say, "You are noble enough," and remind us of our good qualities when we have forgotten them, or cast them into doubt."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770312571531723588-5830677251995464251?l=sboren-blog.blogspot.com'/></div>lottiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515092038814398231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770312571531723588.post-5030195785643281292009-03-23T00:53:00.000-07:002009-03-23T00:58:34.488-07:00Watchmen<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/ScdBIijsu7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/CgeCBIuboFU/s1600-h/WBsiteRor_1600x1200.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/ScdBIijsu7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/CgeCBIuboFU/s320/WBsiteRor_1600x1200.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316289500105456562" /></a><br />Watchmen владее, Zack Snyder е човекът :) Толкова е пипнат този филм и уаа, не исках да свършва. Явно трябва да почна да чета комикси (различни от доналд дък :) <br />peace khii<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770312571531723588-503019578564328129?l=sboren-blog.blogspot.com'/></div>lottiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515092038814398231noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770312571531723588.post-5857181990703102552008-09-19T07:55:00.001-07:002008-09-19T07:55:59.811-07:00missing a degree of warmth<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SNO9cRKJu-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/pEkjBW8k7fI/s1600-h/warmth.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SNO9cRKJu-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/pEkjBW8k7fI/s400/warmth.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247746284156730338" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770312571531723588-585718199070310255?l=sboren-blog.blogspot.com'/></div>lottiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515092038814398231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770312571531723588.post-74263320699352610402008-07-18T01:28:00.000-07:002008-07-18T01:31:33.143-07:00SupergirlМного любима песен, а я бях забравила<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wyco2Uva7hI&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wyco2Uva7hI&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />You can tell by the way, she walks that she's my girl<br />You can tell by the way, she talks that she rules the world.<br />You can see in her eyes that no one is her chain.<br />She's my girl, my supergirl.<br /><br />And then she'd say, it's Ok, I got lost on the way<br />but I'm a supergirl, and supergirls don't cry.<br />And then she'd say, it's alright, I got home late tast night,<br />but I'm a supergirl, and supergirls just fly.<br /><br />And then she'd say that nothing can go wrong.<br />When you're in love, what can go wrong?<br />And then she'd laugh the nightime into day<br />pushing her fear further long.<br /><br />And then she'd say, it's Ok, I got lost on the way<br />but I'm a supergirl, and supergirls don't cry.<br />And then she'd say, it's alright, I got home, late last night<br />but I'm a supergirl, and supergirls just fly.<br /><br />And then she'd shout down the line tell me she's got no more time<br />'cause she's a supergirl, and supergirls don't hide.<br />And then she'd scream in my face, tell me that leave, leave this place<br />'cause she's a supergirl, and supergirls just fly<br /><br />Yes, she's a supergirl, a supergirl,<br />she's sewing seeds, she's burning trees<br />She's sewing seeds, she's burning trees,<br />yes, she's a supergirl, a supergirl, a supergirl, my supergirl..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770312571531723588-7426332069935261040?l=sboren-blog.blogspot.com'/></div>lottiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515092038814398231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770312571531723588.post-12699653460334052752008-07-09T09:31:00.001-07:002008-07-10T06:33:48.984-07:00Don't Look Too Far<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SHYPpoNRktI/AAAAAAAAAKI/eKI09FTS1WE/s1600-h/don%27t+look+too+far.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SHYPpoNRktI/AAAAAAAAAKI/eKI09FTS1WE/s400/don%27t+look+too+far.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221378025824817874" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770312571531723588-1269965346033405275?l=sboren-blog.blogspot.com'/></div>lottiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515092038814398231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770312571531723588.post-53174061184638520202008-06-12T01:47:00.001-07:002008-06-12T01:51:19.047-07:00Летящ гущер<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SFDjc6MPgiI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZcFcrsMsrXA/s1600-h/35.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SFDjc6MPgiI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZcFcrsMsrXA/s400/35.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210914854664110626" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770312571531723588-5317406118463852020?l=sboren-blog.blogspot.com'/></div>lottiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515092038814398231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770312571531723588.post-36027484063766672452008-06-12T01:20:00.001-07:002008-06-12T01:47:18.950-07:00Картинка<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SFDihzfjbQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/KfhLnjNg_7s/s1600-h/26.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SFDihzfjbQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/KfhLnjNg_7s/s400/26.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210913839253777666" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770312571531723588-3602748406376667245?l=sboren-blog.blogspot.com'/></div>lottiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515092038814398231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770312571531723588.post-30918007194334723682008-06-03T02:49:00.000-07:002008-06-03T03:20:35.982-07:00Apocalyptica<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SEUZmNGo1AI/AAAAAAAAAIU/CQCGUKe6SLU/s1600-h/imgp2749.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SEUZmNGo1AI/AAAAAAAAAIU/CQCGUKe6SLU/s320/imgp2749.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207596688267072514" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SEUZmifa_NI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Y_3mhI8FszE/s1600-h/imgp2755.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SEUZmifa_NI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Y_3mhI8FszE/s320/imgp2755.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207596694008167634" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SEUZnKAZV4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/5uRZSKGdI9c/s1600-h/imgp2716.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SEUZnKAZV4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/5uRZSKGdI9c/s320/imgp2716.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207596704615454594" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SEUY8MVnXmI/AAAAAAAAAIM/zA2_niAziK8/s1600-h/imgp2696.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QGaNG3voO30/SEUY8MVnXmI/AAAAAAAAAIM/zA2_niAziK8/s320/imgp2696.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207595966506950242" /></a><br /><br />На 31 май бях за втори път на Apocalyptica. Много им се радвам още от първия път, като идваха в България (въпреки, че тогава ги гледах само по телевизията).<br />Концертът беше в Каварна, на площада, безплатен. В 17:30 заех стратегическа позиция на оградата пред на Eicca столчето :) КЪм 20 излязоха Strings и после не знам кога ....йейййййй Apocalyptica :))))))))))<br />Тийн девойките около мен се скъсаха да пищят и да НЕ куфеят, и да НЕ пеят (когато има за пеене).<br />Явно най-много се радват да пищят и да снимат...<br />За Apocalyptica не знам, какво да кажа....мноooooooго им се радвам, и се зарадвах, че и тоз път са с Antero, и ми беше супер енергично и надъхано, и изобщо откога го чакам това... и искам пак :))<br />След концерта супер фЕнатизирана отидох да ги изчакам и успях да им благодаря, и да разменим някое и друго кимване и усмивки.<br />После се оказа, че Джу е заснела и някои мноого добри снимки, но вече като цяло, цялото събитие ми е нереално (както винаги става с дълго чаканите, желани, премисляни моменти...)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770312571531723588-3091800719433472368?l=sboren-blog.blogspot.com'/></div>lottiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515092038814398231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770312571531723588.post-82688197778098049162008-05-20T22:45:00.000-07:002008-05-20T22:52:36.869-07:0021 Май :)))))</a><embed src="http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://benbmp.org:8888/04%20Others/bg/BG%20Retro/Atlas%20-%20Rosden%20den.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="52" width="300"></embed> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770312571531723588-8268819777809804916?l=sboren-blog.blogspot.com'/></div>lottiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515092038814398231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770312571531723588.post-40197284885978470072008-04-14T05:16:00.000-07:002008-04-14T05:22:12.976-07:00Будистка притча 38Един човек попитал учителя:<br />- Къде е Пътят?<br />- Точно пред очите ти.<br />- Защо не го виждам.<br />- Не го виждаш, защото съзнанието за твоето "аз" ти пречи.<br />- Учителю, а ти виждал ли си го?<br />- Съзнанието за "ти" също ти пречи да го видиш.<br />- А ако няма нито "ти", нито "аз", може ли да се види?<br />- Ако няма нито "ти", нито "аз", кой ще иска да го види?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770312571531723588-4019728488597847007?l=sboren-blog.blogspot.com'/></div>lottiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515092038814398231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770312571531723588.post-13167270897487149882008-04-14T05:13:00.000-07:002008-04-14T05:14:14.617-07:00Зелената жабаПреди много време зелената жаба живеел с майка си в едно малко езерце. Зелената жаба никога не слушал майка си и правел точно обратното на това, което тя му казвала. Ако майка му му кажела да си играе на поляната - той отивал да си играе в реката, ако му кажела да върви напред - той вървял назад и т.н.<br />Майката жаба много се притеснявала за сина си и се чудела, как да го накара да я слуша.<br />И така, минали години, тя все го мъмрела, но без успех.<br />Един ден майката жаба разбрала, че скоро ще умре и повикала сина си. Тя искала да бъде погребана в планината, но тъй като познавала нрава на сина си му казала:<br />- Синко, не ми остава много време. Когато умра, не ме погребвай в планината. Погреби ме до реката.<br />След четири дена майката жаба умряла. Синът й бил много тъжен и се чувствал виновен за ядовете, които създавал на майка си. Затова решил поне този път да я послуша и я погребал до реката.<br />Когато дошъл периода на дъждовете, реката придошла и заляла гроба на майката жаба. Синът й седял отстрани и плачел. Затова и, зелената жаба плаче винаги, когато вали.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770312571531723588-1316727089748714988?l=sboren-blog.blogspot.com'/></div>lottiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515092038814398231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770312571531723588.post-72498655847338557562008-03-26T02:32:00.001-07:002008-03-26T02:34:26.486-07:00Welcome To Dongmakgol<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QGaNG3voO30/R-oYTbG3AQI/AAAAAAAAAIE/2NreskYATSs/s1600-h/welcome+to+dongmakgol.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QGaNG3voO30/R-oYTbG3AQI/AAAAAAAAAIE/2NreskYATSs/s400/welcome+to+dongmakgol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181981043216285954" border="0" /></a><br />Не знам, какво да кажа за този филм. Трябва да се гледа.<br />Не си мислете, че е обикновен анти-военен филм. Съвсем не.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770312571531723588-7249865584733855756?l=sboren-blog.blogspot.com'/></div>lottiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515092038814398231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770312571531723588.post-50820374448803486112008-03-12T05:30:00.001-07:002008-03-12T05:39:48.685-07:00Battle Royale<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QGaNG3voO30/R9fNdccaPVI/AAAAAAAAAHg/JPMI9l2F-lg/s1600-h/battleroyal.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QGaNG3voO30/R9fNdccaPVI/AAAAAAAAAHg/JPMI9l2F-lg/s400/battleroyal.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176832202420927826" border="0" /></a><br />Не е корейски, но е японски и е страшно добър.<br />Накратко - в една разпадаща се Япония, възрастните са загубили уважението на младите и се страхуват от тях. Правителството приема така наречения закон Battle Royale - чрез лотария се избира един клас ученици, закарват го на самотен остров и на всички раздават различни оръжия(някои полезни, някои не). Целта е за 3 дена да се избият помежду си и да остане само един. Ако на 3 ден има повече от един оцелял, умират всички.<br />С две думи - ужасна история.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770312571531723588-5082037444880348611?l=sboren-blog.blogspot.com'/></div>lottiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515092038814398231noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770312571531723588.post-36277447775444543422008-03-05T06:59:00.000-08:002008-03-05T07:09:27.499-08:00ShipwreckedПак ме обхвана манията <a href="http://www.lemonysnicket.com/">Лемъни Сникет</a>. И непрестанно слушам албума за The Series Of Unfortunate Events на <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Gothic Archies.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">А тази песен е просто гениална):<br /><br /></span></span><embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://benbmp.org:8888/02%20Medium/Gothic%20Archies%20-%20The%20Tragic%20Treasury/13%20Shipwrecked.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span></span> I can't think of a single thing I'd rather do<br />Than to be cast away on an island with you<br />No, I can't think of anything more heavenly<br />Than to have you shipwrecked on a tropical island with me<br /><br />Shipwrecked with you<br />Shipwrecked with you<br />I can't think of a single thing I'd rather do<br />Than to be cast away on an island with you<br /><br />Far from distractions and matters of state<br />We can quit smoking and quickly lose weight<br />Sleeping till noon and then staying up late<br />At latitude zero and longitude eight<br /><br />I am a gentleman; should you get hurt<br />I'll make a tourniquet out of my shirt<br />You needn't do much, just sit there and flirt<br />And if it looks drizzly, I'll build us a yurt<br /><br />I can't think of a single thing I'd rather do<br />And that's why I had to get rid of the crew<br />So I lopped off their heads<br />And dropped them into the sea<br />Just to have you<br />Shipwrecked on a tropical island with me<br /><br />Shipwrecked with you<br />Shipwrecked with you<br />I can't think of a single thing I'd rather do<br />And that's why I decapitated the crew<br /><br />How could I know there's no island nearby?<br />If I don't eat something soon, I'll just die<br />I wouldn't eat you, oh, never, not I!<br />So let's catch a shark and I'll make us a pie<br /><br />What shall we use for bait? Lend me a hand<br />I'll sew it back on when we get to land<br />But if the shark takes it, that would be grand<br />(Because we won't starve to death, you understand)<br /><br />I can't think of a single thing I wouldn't do<br />To end up shipwrecked on an island with you<br />No, there's nobody I wouldn't kill, nobody<br />Just to have you<br />Shipwrecked on a tropical island with me<br /><br />Shipwrecked with you<br />Shipwrecked with you<br />I can't think of a single thing I wouldn't do<br />To end up shipwrecked on an island with you<br />Again... <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770312571531723588-3627744777544454342?l=sboren-blog.blogspot.com'/></div>lottiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515092038814398231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770312571531723588.post-69982929277572232022008-02-29T03:15:00.000-08:002008-02-29T03:18:31.130-08:00Още за Гаятри мантра<a href="http://www.yoga108.info/inspiration/gayatri_mantra_yoga108.html">Още</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770312571531723588-6998292927757223202?l=sboren-blog.blogspot.com'/></div>lottiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515092038814398231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770312571531723588.post-43996700811474931222008-02-29T01:34:00.000-08:002008-02-29T01:58:59.035-08:00Gayatri в Battlestar GalacticaНапоследък гледам с интерес и упование Battlestar Galactica. Едва днес обаче се сетих да проуча, каква е песента в началото и ахааааааааа......<br />както се оказва супер известната мантра в хиндуизма (отстъпваща по известност само на Ом, според Wikipedia) <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gayatri"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gayatri </span>от Ригведа</a><br />Съответно текстът на санскрит е:<br /><dl><dd><span lang="sa" lang="sa">ॐ भूर्भुवः स्वः ।</span></dd><dd><span lang="sa" lang="sa">तत् सवितुर्वरेण्यं ।</span></dd><dd><span lang="sa" lang="sa">भर्गो देवस्य धीमही ।</span></dd><dd><span lang="sa" lang="sa">धियो यो नः प्रचोदयात् ॥</span></dd></dl>Звучащ нещо като:<br /><br />AUM BHOOR BHUWAH SWAHA,<br />TAT SAVITUR VARENYAM<br />BHARGO DEVASAYA DHEEMAHI<br />DHIYO YO NAHA PRACHODAYAT.<br /><br />Значещ нещо като:<br />"May the Almighty God illuminate our intellect to lead us along the righteous path"<br /><br />Като богът в случая е Savitr (слънцето)<br /><br />А ето и самата мантра:<br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a0E8piRbj-g"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a0E8piRbj-g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />и opening на Battlestar Galactica:<br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KAC7bu7WVvs"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KAC7bu7WVvs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br /><h1 style="font-family: arial;" class="firstHeading"><br /></h1> <h1 class="firstHeading"><br /></h1><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770312571531723588-4399670081147493122?l=sboren-blog.blogspot.com'/></div>lottiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515092038814398231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770312571531723588.post-42998313477513484752008-02-22T03:40:00.000-08:002008-02-22T04:13:56.670-08:00Стара притча на нов гласОт саундтрака на <span style="font-style: italic;">A Bittersweet life (</span><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0456912/">달콤한 인생</a><span style="font-style: italic;">)<br /></span><embed src= "http://www.odeo.com/flash/audio_player_standard_gray.swf" quality="high" width="300" height="52" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars= "valid_sample_rate=true&amp;external_url=http://benbmp.org:8888/01%20Light/A%20Bittersweet%20Life%20Soundtrack%20%282005%29/mp3/01%20Dialogue%201.mp3" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed> <br /><br />어느 깊은 가을 밤 잠에서 깨어난 제자가 울고 있었다.<br />그 모습을 본 스승이 기이하게여겨 제자에게 물었다.<br /><br />"무서운 꿈을 꾸었느냐..."<br />"아닙니다"<br />"슬픈 꿈을 꾸었느냐..."<br />"아닙니다. 달콤한 꿈을 꾸었습니다."<br />"그런데 왜 그리 슬피 우느냐.."<br /><br />제자는 흐르는 눈물을 닦아내며 나지막히 말했다.<br /><br />"그 꿈은 이루어질 수 없기 때문입니다."<br /><br />Една късна есенна вечер ученикът се събудил, плачейки.<br />Като видял това, учителят го попитал:<br /><br />"Кошмар ли сънува?"<br />"Не."<br />"Тъжен сън ли сънува?"<br />"Не. Сънувах сладък сън."<br />"Тогава, защо плачеш толкова тъжно?"<br /><br />Ученикът отговорил тихо, докато бършел стичащите се сълзи.<br /><br />"Защото този сън не може да се сбъдне."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770312571531723588-4299831347751348475?l=sboren-blog.blogspot.com'/></div>lottiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515092038814398231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770312571531723588.post-20535342351616526252008-02-07T02:38:00.000-08:002008-02-07T02:46:52.653-08:00새해 복 많이 받으세요!Днес е Нова година :) Годината на земната мишка.<br />Много късмет, имане и хитри идеи!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770312571531723588-2053534235161652625?l=sboren-blog.blogspot.com'/></div>lottiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515092038814398231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770312571531723588.post-15159174443542443142008-02-05T11:20:00.001-08:002008-02-05T11:21:35.205-08:00Картинка<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QGaNG3voO30/R6i3JF0bnLI/AAAAAAAAAHU/BEAcCe9o16Q/s1600-h/34.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QGaNG3voO30/R6i3JF0bnLI/AAAAAAAAAHU/BEAcCe9o16Q/s400/34.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163578339589070002" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770312571531723588-1515917444354244314?l=sboren-blog.blogspot.com'/></div>lottiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515092038814398231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770312571531723588.post-14721270837853911032008-01-29T06:35:00.001-08:002008-01-29T06:35:25.749-08:00Будистка притча 36Ученикът Токусан имал навика вечер да разговаря с учителя Руютан.<br />Една такава вечер, станало много късно, а Токусан не си тръгвал.<br />- Защо не си лягаш? - попитал Руютан.<br />Токусан се поклонил и се приготвил да си тръгва.<br />- Коридорът е много тъмен.<br />- Ето, вземи тази свещ - казал Руютан и подал една запалена свещ на ученика.<br />Токусан протегнал ръка и взел свеща.<br />Руюкан се навел напред и я духнал.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770312571531723588-1472127083785391103?l=sboren-blog.blogspot.com'/></div>lottiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515092038814398231noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770312571531723588.post-74585767853457023322008-01-23T03:42:00.000-08:002008-01-23T03:49:24.493-08:00Будистка притча 35Тозан давал инструкции на събралите се монаси:<br />- В началото на есента, когато лятото свърши, Вие, братя, ще тръгнете на изток и на запад.Но трябва директно да отидете на мястото, където няма трева.<br />Как ще отидете на това място?<br />Секишо отговорил:<br />- Още щом излезеш от портата, има трева!<br />Тайо се намесил:<br />- Аз бих казал, че дори да не излезеш от портата, навсякъде има изобилие от трева.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770312571531723588-7458576785345702332?l=sboren-blog.blogspot.com'/></div>lottiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515092038814398231noreply@blogger.com0