let the rain fall down

today guess is one of the richest days of my own written wall messages.

not coz today i have been thinking about things around me more. but just coz i have huge desire to write and get all my thoughts stuck on virtual pages. maybe its some kinda shout in the jungle of internet. don't believe that there will appear somebody who will care about somebody else whom he don't know. in those notes are too much honesty. and i am tired to shut up and keep something inside me. keep words that are not spoken. words i keep for myself. words that are gonna die with me. wana make them kinda alive and let them go in wide world.

hot cup of coffee and wind pushing fresh air in my room. let the rain fall down. not a rain from heaven. just a song this time. but feeling like that. jumping closer to heaven with no clouds. chaos in hair and freedom in hands.

i love my angel.

outside is wonderful spring. warm. sunny. inspiring. pouring juice of life inside your blood wires. and nobody with whom to go and enjoy that all. sweet coffee taste. and icy fingers to which i have used already. :)

back to beginning

on what are you willing for people you love?

on what are you willing for people you love?

butterfly effect

such a strange feeling that you are somewhere else then you physically now. or even the feeling that you aren't anywhere at all. feelings some clock fingers counting seconds inside you and hearing loud empty click of them somewhere inside your body like in empty church.

you see time flowing away. you are afraid not to do what you have to do in time. and in the same time having apathy to do anything to make it up. like its not you. like you are just a emotionless viewer behind the other side of glass.

rush. such a rush that you forget yourself. forget the most important things in your life. just run. run somewhere. run after something. run from something else. run. without a stop. rush to sleep. rush to the year which comes next. rush for things you might never get. rush for dreams that might stay just dreams. and not coz you haven't done a lot, but coz they depend on somebody else equally much.

letters on the paper. although just virtual one. soundless breath. click.

nabadzība

Kādu dienu bagātas ģimenes tēvs aizveda savu dēlu ceļojumā uz laukiem, lai parādītu, cik nabadzīgi var būt cilvēki. Viņi pavadīja veselu diennakti nabadzīga zemnieka ģimenē.
Kad viņi atgriezās, tēvs jautāja dēlam: “Nu, kā tev ceļojums?”
“Izcili, tēt!”
“Vai tu redzēji, cik cilvēki var būt nabadzīgi?” tēvs jautāja.
“O, jā!”
“Un ko tu uzzināji?”
Dēls atbildēja: “Es redzēju, ka mums ir suns mājās, bet viņiem ir četri. Mums ir baseins, kas sniedzas līdz dārza vidum, viņiem ir upīte, kam nav gala. Mums dārzā ir importētas lampas, viņiem ir zvaigznes. Mūsu iekšējais dārzs sniedzas līdz vārtiem, viņiem pieder viss horizonts”.
Kad mazais zēns beidza, tēvs bija zaudējis valodu.
Viņa dēls piebilda: “Paldies tev, tēt, ka parādīji, cik nabadzīgi mēs esam!”

Feel like a woman

On a Trans-Atlantic flight, a plane passes through a severe storm. The turbulence is awful, and things go from bad to worse when one wing is struck by lightning.

One woman in particular loses it. Screaming,she stands up in the front of the plane. "I'm too young to die!" she wails. Then she yells, "Well, if I'm going to die, I want my last minutes on earth to be memorable! No one has ever made me really feel like a woman! Well I've had it! Is there ANYONE on this plane who can make me feel like a WOMAN??"

For a moment there is silence. everyone has forgotten their own peril, and they all stare, riveted, at the desperate woman in the front of the plane. Then, a man stands up in the rear of the plane. "I can make you feel like a woman," he says. This tall, tanned and built guy with jet black eyes starts to walk slowly up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time.

No one moves. As this man approaches, the woman begins to get excited. He removes his shirt. Muscles ripple across his chest as he reaches her, and extends the arm holding his shirt to the trembling woman, and whispers: "Iron this."

woman`s brain

A patient's family gathered to hear what the specialists had to say. "Things don't look good. The only chance is a brain transplant. This is an experimental procedure. It might work, but the bad news is that brains are very expensive, and you will have to pay the cost yourselves."

"Well, how much does a brain cost?" asked the relatives.

"For a male brain, $500,000. For a female brain, $200,000."

Some of the younger male relatives tried to looked shocked, but all the men nodded because they thought they understood. A few actually smirked. But the patient's daughter was unsatisfied and asked, "Why the difference in price betweem male and female brains?"

"A standard pricing practice." said the head of the team. "Women's brains have to be marked down because they have been used."

blond on plane

On a plane bound for New York the flight attendant approached a blonde sitting in the first class section and requested that she move to the coach section since she did not have a first class ticket.

The blonde replied, "I'm blonde, I'm beautiful, I'm going to New York, and I'm not moving."

Not wanting to argue with a customer, the flight attendant asked the co-pilot to speak with her. He went to talk with the woman asking her to please move out of the first class section. Again, the blonde replied, "I'm blonde, I'm beautiful, I'm going to New York, and I'm not moving."

The co-pilot returned to the cockpit and asked the captain what he should do. The captain said, "I'm married to a blonde, and I know how to handle this."

He went to the first class section and whispered in the blonde's ear. She immediately jumped up and ran to the coach section mumbling to herself, "Why didn't anyone just say so."

Surprised, the flight attendant and the co-pilot asked what he said to her that finally convinced her to move from her seat.

The pilot replied, "I told her the first class section wasn't going to New York."

bad parrot

David received a parrot for his birthday. This parrot was fully grown with a bad attitude and worse vocabulary. Every other word was an expletive. Those that weren't expletives were, to say the least, rude.

David tried hard to change the bird's attitude and was constantly saying polite words, playing soft music, and anything else that came to mind. Nothing worked. He yelled at the bird and the bird got worse. He shook the bird and the bird got madder and ruder.

Finally, in a moment of desperation, David put the parrot in the freezer. For a few moments he heard the bird squawking, kicking and screaming and then, suddenly, all was quiet.

David, frightened that he might have actually hurt the bird, quickly opened the freezer door. The parrot calmly stepped out onto David's extended arm and said, "I'm sorry that I offended you with my language and actions. I ask for your forgiveness."

David was astounded at the bird's change in attitude and was about to ask what changed him when the parrot continued, "May I ask what the chicken did?"

The Burglar

Late one night, a burglar broke into a house he thought was empty. He tiptoed through the living room but suddenly he froze in his tracks when he heard a loud voice say, "Jesus is watching you!"

Silence returned to the house, so the burglar crept forward again.

"Jesus is watching you," the voice boomed again.

The burglar stopped dead again. He was frightened. Frantically, he looked all around. In a dark corner, he spotted a bird cage and in the cage was a parrot.

He asked the parrot, "Was that you who said Jesus is watching me?"

"Yes," said the parrot.

The burglar breathed a sigh of relief, and asked the parrot, "What's your name?"

"Clarence," said the bird.

"That's a stupid name for a parrot," sneered the burglar. "What idiot would name a parrot Clarence?"

The parrot said, "The same idiot who named the Rottweiller Jesus."

speeding

A driver is pulled over by a policeman. The police man approaches the driver's door.

"Is there a problem Officer?"

The policeman says, "Sir, you were speeding. Can I see your licence please?"

The driver responds, "I'd give it to you but I don't have one."

"You don't have one?"

The man responds, "I lost it four times for drink driving."

The policeman is shocked. "I see. Can I see your vehicle registration papers please?"

"I'm sorry, I can't do that."

The policeman says, "Why not?"

"I stole this car."

The officer says, "Stole it?"

The man says, "Yes, and I killed the owner."

At this point the officer is getting irate. "You what!?"

"She's in the boot if you want to see."

The Officer looks at the man and slowly backs away to his car and calls for back up. Within minutes, five police cars show up, surrounding the car. A senior officer slowly approaches the car, clasping his half drawn gun.

The senior officer says "Sir, could you step out of your vehicle please!"

The man steps out of his vehicle. "Is there a problem sir?"

"One of my officers told me that you have stolen this car and murdered the owner."

"Murdered the owner?"

The officer responds, "Yes, could you please open the boot of your car please?"

The man opens the boot, revealing nothing but an empty boot.

The officer says, "Is this your car sir?"

The man says "Yes," and hands over the registration papers.

The officer, understandably, is quite stunned. "One of my officers claims that you do not have a driving licence."

The man digs in his pocket revealing a wallet and hands it to the officer. The officer opens the wallet and examines the licence. He looks quite puzzled. "Thank you sir, one of my officers told me you didn't have a licence, stole this car, and murdered the owner."

The man replies, "I bet you the lying bastard told you I was speeding, too!"

just 2 questions...

QUESTION 1.
you meet woman, who is pregnant. she has already 8 children. 2 of them are blind, 3 are deaf, 1 mentally handicapped, and she is ill with syphilis at the moment. would you recommend her to make abortion?


QUESTION 2.
elections of world leader are being held and your vote is deciding one. short description of candidates:
1st is connected with politicians that have been cought for deception,permanently consults with astrologer, smokes pipe, every day drinks 810 glasses of Martini and has 2 mistresses;
2nd has been released from military service twice, has habit to sleep till noontime, in college was cought while using opium and every evening drinks bottle of whiskey;
3rd is war hero, vegetarian, non-smoker, rarely drinks some beer, havent been noticed being in any contact with women.

which one would you choose?

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then some more words abt candidates....
1st - Winston Churchill.
2nd - Franklin D. Roosevelt.
3rd - Adolf Hitler.

*by the way - if you recommended for woman to make abortion, then you just killed Ludwig van Beethoven.

The Final Exam

The setting is Ohio State University about six or seven years ago in a huge lecture hall (approximately 1000 students) for a Calculus final.
Apparently this particular calculus teacher wasn't very well liked. He was one of those guys who would stand at the front of the class and yell out how much time was remaining before the end of a test, a real charmer.
Since he was so busy galavanting around the room making sure that nobody cheated and that everyone was aware of how much time they had left before their failure on the test was complete, he had the students stack the completed tests on the huge podium at the front of the room. This made for quite a mess, remember there were 1000 students in the class.
During this particular final, one guy entered the test needing a decent grade to pass the class. His only problem with Calculus was that he did poorly when rushed, and the lecturer standing in the front of the room, barking out how much time was left before the tests had to be handed in, didn't help him at all.
He figured he wanted to assure himself of a good grade, so he hardly flinched when the professor said, "Pencils down and submit your scantron sheets and work to piles at the front of the room".
Five minutes turned into ten, ten into twenty, twenty into fourty, and almost an hour after the test was 'officially over', our friend finally put down his pencil, gathered up his work, and headed to the front of the hall to submit his final. The whole time, the professor had been sitting at the front of the room, strangely waiting for the student to complete his exam.
"What do you think you're doing?" the professor asked as the student stood in front of him about to put down his exam on one of the neatly stacked piles of exams. It was clear that the professor had waited only to give the student a hard time.
"Turning in my exam," retorted the student confidently.
"I'm afraid I have some bad news for you," the profesor gloated, "Your exam is an hour late. You've failed it and, consequently, I'll see you next term when you repeat my course."
The student smiled slyly and asked the professor "Do you know who I am?"
"What?" replied the professor grufly, annoyed that the student showed no sign of emotion.
The student rephrased the question mockingly, "Do you know what my name is?"
"No", snarled the professor.
The student looked the professor dead in the eyes and said slowly, "I didn't think so." He lifted up one of the stacks half way, shoved his test neatly into the center of the stack, let the stack fall burying his test in the middle, turned around, and walked casually out of the huge lecture hall.