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عید همه مبارک + نوشته شده توسط حجتی در سه شنبه سی و یکم مرداد 1385 و ساعت
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As the snow flies On a cold and gray mountain Take a look at you and me Yes you’ll really have everything Everything but love. You fooled me whit your kisses But I got wise... You’re the evil in disguise Heaven help me, I didn’t see the evil in your eyes. Let’s walk up to the preacher and let as say I do…. The love of god is on our side Come praise the lord for he is good. We’re caught in a trap I can’t walk out Because I love you too much baby Yes my baby left me. Never said a word Now I stand at my window… I need your love tonight…. And ever if you’re evil. Baby holds me tight…. But baby left me Soon we’ll come To the end of life’s journey. Well a hundred years from now I won’t be crying A hundred Years from Now My heart will have to forget That we ever met Who wants to buy a heart? One broken lover’s heart? One broken heart for sale. You….. You welcome to my world!!!
+ نوشته شده توسط موسوی در پنجشنبه بیست و ششم مرداد 1385 و ساعت
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The student continued " Professor, does darkness exist?" The professor responded"Of course it does." The student replied " Once again you wrong sir.Darkness does not exist either. Darkness is in reality the absence of light. Light we can study but not darkness. Infact we can use Newtons prism to break white light into many colors and study the various wavelengths of each color. You can not measure darkness . Asimple ray of light can break into a world of darkness and illuminate it. How can you know how dark a certain space is? You measure the amount of light present. Isnt this correct? Darkness is a term used by man to describe what happens when there is no light present." Finally the young man asked the professor "Sir, does evil exist?"now uncertain, the professor responded " Of course, as I have already said. We see it everyday. It is in the daily example of mans inhumanity to man. I t is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world.. These manifastations we nothing else about evil. To this the student replied, " Evil does not exist sir, or at least is does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have Gods love present in his heart. Its like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light . The professor sat down. The young mans name :Albert Einstein + نوشته شده توسط ولایت در سه شنبه بیست و چهارم مرداد 1385 و ساعت
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which that you cant give away
Youdont possess, it possessyou!!
+ نوشته شده توسط موسوی در سه شنبه بیست و چهارم مرداد 1385 و ساعت
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The university professor challenged his students with this question "Did God create every thing that exists?"A student bravely replied "yes,he did"."God created everything?" the professor asked. "yes sir" the student replied. the professor answered " if God created everything, then God created evil, since evil exists and according to the principal that our works define who we are, then God is evil." The student became quiet before such an answer. The professor, quite pleased with himself, boasted to the students that he had proven once more that the cristian faith was a myth....Another student raised his hand and said " Can I ask you a question professor?". "Of course". The student stood up and asked,"Professor does cold exist.","What kind of question is this?of course it exists. Have you never been cold?" The students snickered at the young mans question. The young man replied" infact sir, cold does not exist. According to the laws of physics, what we consider cold is in reality the absence of heat. Everybody or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmits energy. Absolute zero is the total absence of heat; all matter becomes inert and incapable of reaction at the temperature. Cold does not exist. We have created this word to describe how we feel if we have no heat. To be continued.....
+ نوشته شده توسط ولایت در دوشنبه بیست و سوم مرداد 1385 و ساعت
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The facts about some Men All men are extremely busy. Although they are so busy, they still have time for women. Althoughthey have time, they dont really care for them. Although they dont care for them, they always have one around. Although they have one around, they always try their luck with others. Although they try their luck, they get really pissed off if the women leaves them and when the women leaves them they still dont learn from their mistakes and still try their luck with others. حالا نوبت شماست.منتظر هستم. + نوشته شده توسط ولایت در جمعه بیستم مرداد 1385 و ساعت
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The facts about women The most important thing for a woman is financial security.Although this is so important,they still go out and buy expensive clothes. Although they buy expensive clothes,they never have something to wear.Although they never have something to wear,they always dress beautifully.Although they dress beautifully, their clothes are always just "An old rag".Although their clthes...,they still expect you to compliment them.and at the end although they expect you to admire them,when you do,they dont believe you.
+ نوشته شده توسط ولایت در جمعه بیستم مرداد 1385 و ساعت
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سلام بی معرفتا با شما م خانمها وآقایونclassmates راستی اصلا تا حالا یه نگاه به لیست نویسندگان وبلاگ کردید؟؟ واقعا که ... روزی که وبلاگ طراحی شد همه قبول کردید پس فکر کنم این موافقت یه مسئولیتی رو دوش همه گذاشته اگه درست یادم باشه به خاطر اینکه englishimon iprove بشه این وبلاگو طراحی کردیم شماteachers محترم بابا بسه به خدا مال دنیا ارزش نداره کم حرص مال دنیا رو بخورید باور کنید اگه مابین کلاساتون یه وقتی هم به ما بدین به جایی بر نمیخوره بقیه هم که تابستون حسابی بهشون خوش میگذره شما رزالین خانوم کجایی ؟؟؟؟؟کم بگرد.. فهیمه خانوم بسه مسافرت و مهمون بازی.. لیلا جان تو که دست به ویلاگ نویست خوبه از تو بعیده اما تو ، سا رای بی معرفت کم درس بخون بابا سال بعدم هست یادم رفت بود با تو ام سمیه خانوم ،اصلا تا حالا سر زدی ببنی وبلاگمون چه شکلیه؟؟ خواهران سالک شماها دیگه کجایید؟؟؟؟؟ از بقیه هم که اصلا از اول خبری نبود واقعا که!!! بابا از من یاد بگیرید کامپیوترم خرابه ولی با کیس قرضی دارم پست میذارم و اما شما جناب آقای روزگار عضو افتخاری وبلاگ من نمیتونم چیزی بهتون بگم ولی یادمه قول همکاری داده بودید.... ما ز یاران چشم یاری داشتیم امیدوارم بعد از خوندن این مطلب این چند نفری هم که سر میزدند پشیمون نشند ببخشید ولی عصبانی بودم دیگه... + نوشته شده توسط موسوی در پنجشنبه نوزدهم مرداد 1385 و ساعت
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Mr. Jack went to a very famous company to get a job. He had shaved his beard and changed to his best suit. He was ready to answer to the manager's all difficult questions. But the manager asked only one question; he said imagine in a very cold stormy night you are driving in a solitude road. Suddenly in the bus stop you see 3 people waiting for bus. The first one is a very old sick lady nearly die, the second one is your oldest and closest friend and the third one is a very beautiful girl, the lady of your dreams. Now what will you do? Which one of them you will take in? The old sick woman? Your close friend? Or the lady of your dreams? Mr. Jack's answer made him the only qualified person among 200 applicants. What do you think about his answer? What is your answer? And here is his answer. He said I will give my car's key to my friend and I will ask him to convey the old sick lady to the hospital. And I will stay with beautiful girl; the lady of my dreams, waiting for bus.
+ نوشته شده توسط حجتی در سه شنبه هفدهم مرداد 1385 و ساعت
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شعر Shel Silverstein ترجمه حمید خادمی The crocodile's toothache دندون درد تمساح The crocodile Went t the dentist And sat down in the chair And the dentist said" now tell me, sir, Why does it hurt and where? یه تمساح پاشد رفت پیش یه دندون پزشکی نشست روی صندلی مخصوص دندونپزشکی دندونپزشک گفت " لطفاً بفرمایید کجا درد میکنه و چرا؟ بهم بگید" And the crocodile said "I'll tell you the trust, I have a terrible ache in my tooth," And he opened his jaws so wide so wide, That the dentist, he climbed right inside تمساحه گفت ، "راستشو بخواین دندونم درد وحشتناکی می کنه، فقط همین." اون وقت دهنشو باز کرد به چه گندگی، وای که چه گنده بود دهنش، جوری که دندونپزشک قشنگ رفت تو دهنش And the dentist laughed "Oh isn’t that fun?" And he pulled the teeth out, one by one. And the crocodile cried, "You're hurting me so! Please pull down your pliers and let me go." بعد دندونپزشک گفت " چه جالب!" و خندید و دندوناشو یکی یکی کشید تمساح داد زد " اینجوری داره دردم میاد که!" بی زحمت انبرتون رو بذارین زمین و ولم کنید برم دیگه!!! But the dentist just laughed with a Ho Ho Ho, And said "I still have twelve to go- Oops, that's a wrong one, I confess But what's one crocodile's tooth, more or less?" اما دندونپزشک خندید با یه هوهو و هه هه و گفت "هنوز دوازده تا دیگه مونده اما راستش رو بخواین این یکی رو اشتباهی کشیدم ، ای داد اما برای تمساح ها چه فرقی می کنه یه دندون کم یا زیاد؟" Then, suddenly the jaws went SNAP And the dentist was gone, right off the map, And where he went one could only guess … To North or East or West … He left no forwarding address. But what's one dentist, more or less? بعد ناگهان آرواره های تمساح تالاپی بسته شد دندونپزشکه هم از صحنه روزگار محو شد حالا کجا رفت ، فقط خدا می دونه شمال یا جنوب، یا شرق یا غرب؛ کسی چه می دونه؟ به هر حال به جای دم دستی نرفته که بیاد اما چه فرقی می کنه، یه دندونپزشک کم یا زیاد؟
+ نوشته شده توسط حجتی در یکشنبه پانزدهم مرداد 1385 و ساعت
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علیا جون ببخشید من یه مدت نبودم. + نوشته شده توسط جعفری در شنبه چهاردهم مرداد 1385 و ساعت
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God created Woman out of the left side of man not from his head to be above him not from his foot to be trampled by him but from his side to be equal with him and from under his arm to be supported by him and from nearest to his heart
+ نوشته شده توسط جعفری در شنبه چهاردهم مرداد 1385 و ساعت
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بگو بدانم شعر!! دوباره تو را می توان سرود آیا؟ گرفتم که تو در من تمام خواهی شد، و رخت شاعری ام را به من نخواهی داد؛ بگو بدانم شعر، تورا کدام تکه ی این بی صدا جزیره ی بی شاعر پناه خواهد گفت. Just tell me the poetry! Could you be composed again? I suppose you will come to an end in me, And you will not hand over my garment to me, Tell me poetry, Which part of this quite poetless island would embower you? + نوشته شده توسط حجتی در پنجشنبه دوازدهم مرداد 1385 و ساعت
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این چه وضعشه؟
یه دفعه بگین در اینجا رو تخته کنم دیگه لیلا رو میگیم کامپیوترش خرابه بقیه تون کجاییین؟ + نوشته شده توسط حجتی در یکشنبه هشتم مرداد 1385 و ساعت
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Dreadful کار هولناک Someone ate the baby, It's rather sad to say. Someone ate the baby, So she won't be out to play, یه نفر بچه رو خورده گفتنش تا حدی سخته ، یه نفر بچه رو خورده حالا دیگه بچه نمی تونه بره بازی کنه. We'll never hear her whiney cry Or have to feel if she is dry. We'll never hear her asking "Why?" Someone ate the baby. دیگه اصلاً صدای نق زدنش رو نمی شنویم یا لازم نیست ببینیم خیس کرده یا نه دیگه هیچ وقت صداش رو که می پرسه(( چرا؟)) نمی شنویم. یه نفر بچه رو خورده Someone ate the baby It's absolutely clear Someone ate the baby 'Cause the baby isn't here. یه نفر بچه رو خورده کاملاً مشخصه ، تردیدی نیست یه نفر بچه رو خورده چون که دیگه بچه نیست We'll give away her toys and clothes We'll never have to wipe her nose Dad says, "That's way it goes." Someone ate the bay باید لباس ها و اسباب بازی هاشو به دیگرون ببخشیم دیگه هیچ وقت لازم نیست دماغشو پاک کنیم و بگیریم بابا میگه ((زندگی همینه دیگه)) یه نفر بچه رو خورده Someone ate the baby. What a frightful thing to eat! Someone ate the baby Though she wasn't very sweet. یه نفر بچه رو خورده چه کار هولناکی کرده یه نفر بچه رو خورده شیرین هم نبود آخه که It is a heartless thing to do. The policemen haven't got a clue. I simply can't imagine who Would go and (burp) eat the baby. چه کار بیرحمانه ای کرده پلیس هم سرنخی پیدا نکرده. فکرش رو نمیشه کرد خارج از تصوره چه کسی می تونه بره { ببخشید یه آروغ بزنم بعد غذا} یه بچه رو بخوره!! + نوشته شده توسط حجتی در جمعه ششم مرداد 1385 و ساعت
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I feel the wind blowing to my door, is telling me that my son has gone And the winter waits in shadows, waiting with the storm I am old and my bones are weak And my son, he is all I had He has gone to fight for freedom, leaving with my heart All my life I l have loved this land worked it with my hand But can your freedom send a rain when seed is in the ground Can this freedom feel the pain and bring my boy to me again? Oh …… Oh….. Oh + نوشته شده توسط حجتی در سه شنبه سوم مرداد 1385 و ساعت
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