Archive for December, 2008

Sorekara Jesus

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boris kislitsin
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You know what time capsule is. You’d write a message for yourself, put it in a bottle, dig a hole, put it there and forget about it for a while.

Sometimes you forget about it completely. I remember the day of my graduation from school. My mates and I wrote what we will be and what we will have in 10 years time, and decided to meet at the place 10 years later to dig it out. I never came back to my hometown. I do not know what happened to it, probably it’s still there. A friend of mine (where are you now, Katya?), when I told her this story said she also made such a capsule once. She was around 7 years old at that time. She put there her most prized possessions: some marbles, and favorite doll, other things. To make it a real treasure box, she filled that metal cookie box with mother’s jewelry. When her mother recognized that her beloved necklace is missing, my friend told about the treasure box. Her father and grandfather were dispatched with spades to dig it out. Unfortunately, she couldn’t remember where she put it exactly, and they spent a whole day digging around garden in vane. It was never found again.

Right, those things are just staff. I think there are time capsules of other kind, hidden from ourselves treasures exist. This is my explanation of deja vu. Continue reading ‘Sorekara Jesus’

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Santa Claus address

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I think Santa Claus is real. No, I do not mean a story I have read somewhere about a Brazilian guy who changed his name to Santa Claus. We are talking about real thing.

Here is my proof, on which this belief still based. My son wanted to send a letter to Santa Claus yesterday, asking for presents a mountain of snow and talking dog. So I remembered myself, being a couple years older then he is now, writing my very own letter to Santa with a remote control fire engine request. I could write at that time more or less, being 6 or 7 years old. So I asked my parents, where does Santa live. They told me that he lives at the North Pole. I quickly wrote a letter, asked my father for some coins to buy an ice-cream (what a cheeky one!) and went to post-office straight away. I wanted to keep it secret from everyone, because I suspected they will think I am naive, one. I wanted to surprize everyone, when they will see how wrong they were upon the sight of Santa Claus descending from the clouds and handing me my toy fire engine as present before speeding off back in the sky, two. Both reasons good enough to keep it secret, and I loved secrets.

So I went to the post, put my letter in an envelope and wrote in the field “TO:” - Grandpa Santa Claus, The North Pole, spent my ice-cream money on a stamp with a military boat - the coolest one they had, and dropped it in the letterbox. Of course I put in there sender`s address too.

To my great surprize the letter bounced back in my mother`s hands couple of days later. It simply stated that the stamp price was not enough. Ouch! So Santa Claus is real, after all, as the postmen knew exactly where he lives and how much a letter to Santa could cost, but kept it secret!

In a couple of weeks time Christmas came and I got my fire engine from my parents. Well, not remote controlled one, but OK. Anyway, you see my point.

Later on, when I was already in my twenties, I have met a guy who actually been to the North Pole with an ice-breaker. So he started to talk about their scientific research about ice shifts and drifts. I asked him, if he have met Santa Claus there. All I had as reply was an uneasy look - maybe he thought I am an idiot, maybe he didn`t want to blew up his friend`s secret - who knows?

If you have met Santa Claus or know his exact address, please comment on this post with details. Christmas is coming, and we really need a talking dog.

Boris Kislitsin

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My best Christmas present

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Faie
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I am half Thai and half American. I spent three years living in Laos, next to Thailand. For the first two years we were in Laos, my parents hired a pileang, or nanny, named Rojana, who took good care of me. Since she was Buddhist, I didn’t expect a gift from her at Christmas.

On Christmas morning I found a jar filled with at least a hundred tiny paper stars, folded so they were three-dimensional. They were blue and pink and glittery. Rojana had no money to buy me anything, so she spent hours folding those stars for a child who wasn’t her own.

Faie

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Facts that matters

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abraxus
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1) The highest speed ever achieved on a bicycle is 166.94 mph by Fred Rompelberg.

2) Polar Bears are undetectable by infrared cameras, due to their transparent fur.

3)  The average person accidentally eats 430 bugs each year of their life.

4) Butterflies taste with their hind feet and their taste sensation works on touch - this allows them to determine whether a leaf is edible.

If you think all of these facts have nothing to do with you in particular, you might be wrong, as I have discovered today.

abraxus

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