Wednesday 16 September 2009

Абсурдни имена на фирми


„Джиджи - Биджи Ентъртейнмънт” АД
„Ибис Бизнес Солюшънс” АД
„Две могили етърпрайз”
”Ауто пичо хаус"
„Челопеч Майнинг”
„Форевър Ливинг”
„Коч Холдинг”
„Шише Джам”
„ Микро Интелект”
„Хирон Холдинг”
Погребална агнция „АД”
Погребална агенция "Румен коня"
Логистична фирма "Столетник Стойков"
Заложна къща „Титаник”
„Честна игра Интернешънъл”
Строителна фирма „Дядо Божко”
Строителна фирма „Вечна Р”
Счетоводна къща „Фикс Пропъртис”
Трудова борса „Мираж”
Автобусна компания „Едно безкрайно пътуване”
„Риск Електроникс”
„Бясна кобила”ООД
„На кукуво лято'' ООД
„Дрога 1” ООД
„Алко 91” ООД
„Аце и Маце” ООД
„Гавра" ЕООД
„Коцкар” ЕООД
„Звук от градината 7” ЕООД
„Ако – България” ЕООД
„Само минавам” ДЗЗД
ЕТ „Сиромах - Йордан Стоянов”
ЕТ „Майстор олеле - Милен Тъмнишки”
ЕТ „Муни – Бургас”
ЕТ „Златен Чеп - Васил Петров”
ЕТ „Генко кура”
ЕТ „Злият Ян”
ЕТ „Елена Първа”
ЕТ „Охо Бохо и малкия Мук”
ЕТ „Бял Даньо”
ЕТ „Дама Пика и Браун”
ЕТ „Ох, Миро”
ЕТ „Двете Калпазанки”
ЕТ „Милия Джо”
ЕТ „Примат”
ЕТ „ Разярения лъв”
ЕТ „Бай куш”
ЕТ „Бакшиш”
ЕТ „Проблем”
ЕТ „Тояга”
ЕТ „Бизнес Красота”
ЕТ „Чушката"
ЕТ „Ан Ал”
ЕТ „Ем и Ай Утре”
ЕТ „Микро Ефект”
„Октопод-А”, „Октопод-В”, „Октопод-С” - Варна

Бар – грил „Гавраил”
Кръчма „Сам дойдох”
Ресторант „Гацо Бацов” – София, кв. „Надежда”, ул. „Ломско шосе”
Ресторант „Дървета и бичмета”- парк „Витоша”
Магазин „Последен грош” – Казанлък

Нещо малко феминистко


A Spanish Teacher was explaining to her class that in Spanish, unlike English, nouns are designated as either masculine or feminine.
'House' for instance, is feminine: 'la casa.'
'Pencil,' however, is masculine: 'el lapiz.'

A student asked, 'What gender is 'computer'?'

Instead of giving the answer, the teacher split the class into two groups, male and female, and asked them to decide for themselves whether 'computer' should be a masculine or a feminine noun. Each group was asked to give four reasons for its recommendation.

The men's group decided that 'computer' should definitely be of the feminine gender ('la computadora'), because:
1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic;
2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers is incomprehensible to everyone else;
3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long term memory for possible later retrieval; and
4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself spending half your salary on accessories for it.
(THIS GETS BETTER!)

The women's group, however, concluded that computers should be Masculine ('el computador'), because:
1. In order to do anything with them, you have to turn them on;
2. They have a lot of data but still can't think for themselves;
3. They are supposed to help you solve problems, but half the time they ARE the problem; and
4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that if you had waited a little longer, you could have got a better model.

The women won.

Monday 14 September 2009

Heavy is the head that wears the crown..


Absurdism (work in progress)

Просташки стихотворения


Без автор - lyrics за чалгичка

С теб


Без теб денят ми мразовит бе,
със тебе пролет разцъфтя.
Без тебе плачеха върбите,
а с теб и гарванът запя ;)
Какво ли щях да съм сега?
Откъснат и повяхнал цвят.
Живот си ти и светлина,
със теб е хубав тоя свят



За мен


За мене ти си въздух
За мен си светлина
За мене ти си слънце,
огряло през дъжда
За мене ти си огън
на зимата в нощта
за мене ти сълза си
дошла от радостта

Диаболистични (т.е. депресарски стихотворения - what's not to like about them :)


БОЛНИЦА





Тази бяла варосана зала на градската болница,
до самите стени прилепените бели легла
и лица побледнели по тях, и лица меланхолни
с тъмножълтия цвят на студената зимна мъгла.

Тези черни ръце връз прострените бели покривки
като черни оголени клони на зимния сняг,
тези сухи ръце и ракривени болни усмивки,
и очи може би вече вгледани в другия свят.


Тишината и здрачът и тези прозорци тъжовни
със петна от мухи и с бразди от прахът и дъждът,
и звънът, и звънът на големия стенен часовник
сякаш тежките стъпки на близката смърт.

Атанас Далчев

1923 г.


Rearranged


Lately I’ve been skeptical
Silent when I would used to speak
Distance from all around me
Who witness me fail and become weak
Life is overwhelming
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
I’d love to be the one to disappoint you when I don’t fall down

But you don’t understand when I’m attempting to explain
Because you know it all and I guess things will never change
But you might need my hand when falling in your hole
Your disposition I’ll remember when I’m letting go
You and me we’re through
And rearranged


Дора Габе

Прокоба

Усещам някога в кръвта си тъмна сила,
едно предчувствие, което се обажда
в сърцето ми и тъмен спомен ражда.
Не зная що съм и не зная що съм била.

Душата ми е неспокойна, мътна, няма.
Там горе, де полярната звезда пътува,
в безкрая, бледна и самотна дето плува –
ще мине може и моят път през тамо.

Защо ме тегли неспокоен дух далече?
Съдбата ли на мои прадеди бездомни,
пробудена в кръвта, проклятие изрече,
или от векове сърцето ми го помни!…
1920
КРАЙ

Thursday 3 September 2009

id,ego,superego

It is proved that Freud is in a certain degree gibberish but psychoanalysis is still an attractive method for some psychologist. I personally like some concepts like this one.



Friday 28 August 2009

Books review

I constantly forget things, but(sometimes subcontiously) remember concepts. I'm pretty sure there is a finate number of concepts in our intellectual 'universe'....I ask myself sometimes does my excercise of reading books has any practical point having in mind that I really forget things I read(even the booktitles and authors' names) and reading has a side effect of defecting my eye vision. Or probably forgetting equals stupid? Or are my questions just an execuse? One trick against forgetting is notes and summarizing.(duh!) So, here is a brief review of the books I've been reading lately.

The time traveler's wife by Audrey Niffenegger







I've been thinking about what my favourite book should be like: a story, science-fiction describing historical events, insightful narration about unusual important 'stuff'. I know this description is very vague and probably a high percentage of books make attempt to achieve that. Although a love story (why although?!) and a tragic one, a book about something so lame as time travel and a best-seller, the combination of words and events in this books is like A (not THE) right one. I loved it, but still I'm gonna be searching for THE right one :-)


Predictably Irrational by Dan Ariely






Behavioural economics?! Hmmm..does a bunch of experiments like beer-tasting and selling chocolate can count for scientific? This is an essential difference between European and American approach to science (broadly). Wheareas Europeans like dry theory, which can be proved only by very old professors with a sequal of "therefore, therefore, therefore" even in social sciences ( I suppose this is an inheritance from the ancient Greek philosophers), American scientists like to conduct experiments. Which method is right or wrong I cannot tell. This book written by a respectful MBA American professor deals mainly with common sense issues like advertising can be missleading, people tend to procrastinate, emotions prevail rationality, etc.


The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde






I cannot give a bad review to Oscar Wilde.(like duh!) But this book wasn't really my cup of tea. It's vey gay and the characters' actions are very predictable. The language is old-fashioned, of course, but there are some nice monologues and you can feel the triumph of evil and despair,selfishness, the fatality, sooner tragedy of the one and only question that really matters - Why can I stay young and forever..

The European Union: How Does it Work?






During my preparation for an EPSO (European Personnel Selection Office) CBT (computer-based test) I read a lot about European Union from its official sources web-site. (Although I seriously need to catch up with the recent events, e.g.Lisbon Strategy). It represented thoroughly many dry facts. This book gave my another-angle insight of the EU through its historical and political context. (reconciliation btw. Germany and France,etc.) It's a little bit soaked with British humor/scepticism (maybe I am exaggerating)- which is a good thing (it gives dynamics) and it is an old edition. The book gives insights to essential concepts.


Global Political Economy by John Ravenhill





The textbook is very carefully written - from the difference of global to international to the handful of given examples. It felt more like common sense, maybe because I knew most of the stuff already, but it was good to have a look at the science were economics and international relations intersect. Some notions and concpets are not explained, which is the work of a textbook, but there is a lot of information on the subject most of which overlaps through the chapters because each chapter is written by different person, although the title says John Ravenhill..


The City of Thieves by David Benioff






When you buy this book in UK it goes with a cover, which says: "If you don't like this book we will send you 2 free books". Tempting, but I am not gonna do it because simply I loved it. Although the plot of the book is the place and time you never wanna be - occupied Leningrad by Nazis. The twist is the fact that the tale is set in the besieged and starving city of Leningrad in January, 1941. It is a city at war surrounded by the German army, in the middle of a bitter winter, where the last resort becomes commonplace. And then the most interesting and funny story happens, though there is a drama - one of the main characters dies.. David, was that necessary?

Surrealism by Michael Robinson





A very good reference to surrealism, this book covers a lot of artists. I am and will be using it for my research on absurdism.

Lately...



Growing homesick ?!

Върнах се от Испания преди 1 седмица... сега съм отново в Англия, студеничко, както и трябва да търся апартамент в Лондон. С една дума: miserable. To do list-a ми не намалява: френски, книги, търсене на жилище, книги.Вече измина една година откакто съм в Англия, в селото Йейтли, like a prisoner. Времето беше като, че ли спряло и сега пак е време за действие. (банални фрази).Както и да е.. Не съм била в БГ от 2 години. Не че нямам време, имам ужасно много свободно време, както и евтини полети.. Не съм била homesick, поне досега. (заблуда - Delusions are all people have these days). Днес (28.08.09) сравних времето в Йейтли: 17°C | 12°C и в Плевен: 34°C | 18°C. Не съм била в Плевен от 2 години. 1 година заточение в Англия поради стечение на обстоятелствата. Такива оплаквания, понякога човек е pathetic без да го е срам от това.

P.S. There is no particular reason I put this picture accompanying the post.

Friday 31 July 2009

Diploma/graduation certificate


After the struggle..



After almost 6 months struggle and constant e-mails with Frau Heinciri (the administrator in the Fachhoschschule in Germany) I finally received the so called graduation certificate for the BA (bachelor of Arts) International Business Management. Hurrah! But almost.. It is a mixture of English and German; the address indicated is in Hungary and my mother's name appears on it(!?!), not to mention that the document is so plain, not like the Bulgarian fancy diplomas.Moreover, the diploma is meant to be written in English, but on the very first page appears ZEUGNIS, which is in German.. Like it is some kind of a joke, that I studied there 3,5 years. Thank god, that I will be studying further. I hope the British MA diploma would be more fancy in layout and style :-)

Wednesday 29 July 2009

Earl Hickey


Earl Hickey Quotes

Earl: Maybe Randy was right... maybe the computers did rise up and kill everybody!
Joy: Where are the bodies?
Donny: The computers are using them for fuel!

Ralph: What if I cut off my pinky toe, put it in this 'ere cooler, stick it in a Winky Dinky dog and sue them for ten thousand dollars?
Earl: You are not cutting off your pinky toe, we're going to have to think of another way to come up with the money.
Ralph: Well, you see, the think about that is...
Earl: Your pinky toe's already in the cooler, isn't it?
Raplh: Yeah, it's in there.

Randy: "Try callin' Karma."
Earl: "It's Karma, Randy. Not Lassie!"

Paris long time ago

Fountain




Some things in Paris must be surreal



Усмивка




Желязото



Wild and mild



City portrait




=)



Moulin Rouge

Музичка

Soul

good old and GORGEOUS, Amazing, truly Beautiful,pure and highly praised
Alicia Keys

Не мога да кажа коя е любимата ми песен, но ето my fav video!




Френския Xavier Naidoo





Незнам дали може да се направи такова сравнение, но има интересни песни - смесица от соул и реге.



Второ: Etro Anime - NYC trip-hop and breakbeat band. Special attention to the songs Endless and Summer rain



Tрето: Ибро Лолов - акордеонист




Ето какво казва за него сайта http://www.balkanfolk.com :

"Още щом засвири, той възпламенява публиката. Една техника - виртуозна, брилянтна, заразяваща с бързина, устрем и ритъм. Ръчениците и хората му са трудни за изпълнение, но със запомнящи се мелодии."

Summer rain in Yateley - back to blogging

Бек то блогин'

Днес получих пратката от Хонг Конг - fake mp4 player, поръчан по ebay преди точно 10 дни. Не съм много доволна, защото менюто му е доста дървено и user-unfriendly, но поне съдържа 16 GB memory. Освен това много неприятен е факта, че трябва да конвертирам ави и видео файлове пак с ня'ква дървена програма. Но поне ще има да се слуша музичка on the go :-)Изглежда точно така:

Само да отбележа, че т'ва не е мойта ръка:





Какво ново при мен?

На първо време - дъжд, по цял ден, в продължение на седмици. Вече свикнах, но ми се иска един съмър ескейп, който ще настъпи след около 2 седмици. Второ, ами не се сещам за второ.. Имам няколкото теми за обсъждане. Za tazi cel: New active bloggers and followers are welcome..плюс бизнес идеи :-)

Ето и едно четиво:

The postman rang three times on the door-bell, as three times was the post company regulation, expecting anybody of the dwellers of a three-family regular oily-white painted house to show up at one of the front doors. He had to hand a medium-sized white-carton package, exclusively addressed to Ms Laura Ladkardeumeviciute. When nobody popped up, he handed an already prepared official package notification and hurried to continue with his well-established post-bringing rhythm taking away the package. What he didn’t know was that someone was asleep so deeply at the second floor that she didn’t hear the three-time doorbell ringing. The postman didn’t know that behind the front door a very curious dark-grey huffy Persian cat, called Tomas, was enjoying himself on the kitchen table, where he wasn’t supposed and allowed to be, but where was the only place in the house he can climb easily and enjoy a window view to the lively street outside. At that moment the clock stroke 9 o’clock reminding that the start of the new day had began exactly 3 hours and 49 minutes ago according to the sunrise BBC weather forecast.

Weather and time can surprisingly be the same word in Spanish and Croatian. Tiempo in Spanish means both time and weather. The same is true for Croatian vrijeme.

Why so? Lucy was sure that this phenomenon can be met in other languages, that there is some exciting pre-history and this was the question she was occupying herself scientifically since that Thursday when she had a Spanish course for beginners and right after that an ethimology class. Everybody at the university had some topics and narrow fields, they hoped and thrived to be specialists in. Like Veroniqe Sanson, who spend four months in Albania developing extensive research on a revolutionary and a local poet or Leonid Leshchenko, who published an article about the frequency of usage of the word ennui in the Anglo-Saxons world. Lucy Gertmeier was seeking for her field of specialization for the last two semesters. She had been actively reading on many questions and concerns in linguistics, but really hadn’t found her playground until it hit her in that special Thursday. She didin’t know then if the topic was already researched or if she can make any contribution with further investigation.

Lucy woke up exactly in 9 o’clock of the alarm clock sounds. She usually sets the alarm clock earlier, but last night she stayed until two in the morning watching documentaries on other cultures, hoping to find some additional enlightening about time, weather and other invisible dimensions. She instinctively put on some clothes in a negligee manner. She always did so when she went out of her room in case she meets her landlady or her landlady’s sons on her way downstairs. She jumped down the stairs to the kitchen to make some coffee and when she was about to enter the in the kitchen she saw the landlady’s cat Thomas jumping off the table. Laura smiled.

“You silly boy” was her reaction. She made herself a cup of americano coffee and checked the mail. She found a notice from the post about a package addressed to her landlady, which she put on the usual post-gathering spot. After these usual routine actions she felt completely awake figuring out what she is going to wear and what she is going to discuss with her dissertation mentor. She rushed upstairs to check her e-mails and facebook profile and to prepare herself for the busy schedule with afternoon lectures and seminars.

“I am sorry Lynette, I can’t. My mother called from Moscow and asked me to pick up a childhood friend from the airport. Apparently, he has job interview or something and is going to stay at the palace for a while.” Cecilia was in a hurry.

“I don’t have any idea. He is a grown up man and should be able to find himself a place to stay. But my mother has spoken to his mother, he doesn’t know the city and they agreed about this. Obviously he also agrees and I couldn’t say no. So I am bound to take care at my place for a total stranger.” Cecilia was choosing a scarf and talking on the speaker phone. “I thought so as well. But it wouldn’t be polite sending somebody else to the airport to pick up an old childhood friend I don’t even remember.”

“Oh, come on Lynnette. Not again with your match-making comments. I am too busy now and you always trying to set me up with somebody. Gotta go. Talk to you later.”

As she hung up the phone she was wondering which car to take for the day. She fast forwarded in her head all of the meetings and people she’s gonna meet today and called Tony the driver, who was in the garage asking which cars are ready for the day.

“They all are Misis waiting for you.”

“Thanks Tony” she jumped in a stylish brand new black Mercedes-Benz putting her laptop and documents bags on the backseat. Cecilia was always busy to enjoy her cars enough and to know all the details about them. She speed-dialled one of her assistants Joan from the car-phone, while she was speeding on the picturesque road alongside the coastline on a non-busy ideal for this powerful car.

“Good morning Joan. How are you?”. “Perfect, that’s the spirit. First could you tell me more details about Mrs. Down offer?” Cecilia spoke with two of her three assistants and managed to discuss the urgent issues for the day. She hung up when she parked at the airport and headed towards the arrivals of terminal 2.

“For centuries we live with the words. They help us, limit us, refresh us and sometimes tire us. There are beautiful words like “armario” (Spanish),“grua” (Albanian) and “maintenant”(French), which make us twist our tongues in a swift exercise bringing a powerful and pleasant charge to the pronouncer. Bad-sounding words also exist and probably this is due to concentration of consonants: vrouw (Dutch), strah (Bulgarian) and Sprache (German). Notice that this is how words sound to ME. I am sure that if we conduct a survey, people will place the above-mentioned words from the better-sounding one to the worst sounding in a completely different order. We sort of mechanized the words in our brain and they become physiologically part of us. We absorb the words in a manner learn them with our senses and our tree-shaped mind (according to psychologists) in order to decode and encode the surrounding world, intentions, ideas, necessities, and feelings.”

[12:51:08 AM] Max::: says: Румен тичаше с всичка сила по улицата. Четирима здрави костщмирани мъже го гониха и се опитваха да го хванат. А кой е Румен ли? Всичко започна преди няколко дни. Румен или както много хора го наричаха Картата, поради страста му към хазарата , беше разбрал че местните комарджий организираха нелегален покер турнир. Всеки който се беше сблъскал с Ахмед и Орела ( организаторите на турнира) имаше проблеми след това. Румен беше решен, че ще участва и нищо не беше в сила да го спре. Той се беше запътил към складът в който турнирът щеше да се провере. Ахмед и Орелът бяха го организирали в складовете който притежаваха. Тези складове бяха пълни с всякакъв вид техника, и там някъде между палетата с евтини радио касетофони и тостери седяха Ахмед, Орелът и още двама нейзвестни на Румен. Румен кимна с глава и ги поздрави след което седна на столът който беше приготвен за него. Размениха няколко приказки и оточниха правилата на играта.

Играта започна. Карти, чипове и пари бяха разхвърляни по масата. Този хаос караше играчите да се чувстват още по силини. Всеки един от тях имаше усещането че е на път да победи всички останали. Единия от двамата непознати раздаде картите и Румен с лек жест ги погледна. Раздаването започна. След няколко минути Румен беше изгубил всичко. Късметът му изневери. Той не само трябваше да си тръгне с празни ръце, но също така трябваше да изпълни една услуга на Ахмед. Румен се прибра късно и си легна.

На другата сутрин в 8:45 телефонът звънна, беше Ахмед, който му каза в 9:00 да бъде пред Bank De Rio. Румен се притесни и осъзна, че се е навлякъл в нещо сериозно. Часът беше 8:58 служителите на банката отваряха входната врата и започваха работа. Нямаше нищо подозрително до момента. Към банката вървеше мъж облечен с зимна шуба, Картата се позамисли понеже вече беше Април и времето въобще не беше за зимни дрехи, а и никой не носеше такива дрехи в този регйон. Човекът направи жест на Румен да влезе. Картата с притеснени крачки тръгна към банката и влезе. Румен остана в банката около минута. Изведнъж се чу алармата на банката и Румен излезна тичайки от банката. Цялата охрана се впусна по петите на Картата. Той тичаше с бясна скорост. Чуваха се полицейски сирени по главната улица. Румен зави по малките улички на квартала. Опитваше се да избяга, но не му беше лесно. Той разбираше, че е в безизходица. Незнаеше как да се справи с ситуацията в която беше попаднал. Тичайки той извади мобилния си телефон и набра единственият човек който можеше да му помогне. Той набра Лаура Ладакардемевиците. Тичаше с всичка сила по прашните улици на стария град. Телефонът звънеше, но никой не го вдигаше. Румен едвам едвам опитваше да бяга и да държи телефонът. Лаура вдигна:

- Ало.

Румен с притеснен и задъхан глас каза:

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Sunday 25 January 2009

World's people

My "contribution" to anthropology

Antropology is the science of humanity. Broadly, it deals with human beings and with all dimensions of humanity (evolutionary, biophysical, sociopolitical, economic, cultural, linguistic, psychological, etc.).

So why not interested in how people across counties look?

Initially I was planning to conduct a survey (mostly via google :P) how the people of all world's nations look like (both men and women), but it stroke me that I will have to go in the so undesired zone of "typifying" people, since most of the nations have diversified population and if I have to do it properly I will need more than google to conduct this research in the depths of anthropology.

So instead of putting a paper bag on my head and writing the unwrittable I will just introduce here some pictrures I found online of national profiles in terms of their facial apperance, eyes, hair and skin colours. I will describe how I found each particular photo and give some brief info.

Method: Randomly selecting counties and gender by the method of typing this info into google images: as simple as that :-)

TURKEY


I typed in google images "turkish man". An airline web-site popped up, advertising Turkey Aegean Coast. This picture was supplementary in the ads of the places advertised.

"Located on the southern coastline of the Bodrum peninsula, Ortakent is a quiet, peaceful town, and one of the oldest human settlements in the area. The seaside town of Ortakent Yahsi is a 15 minute walk away, and Bodrum town is easily reached by local bus."
Source: http://www.airportdirecttravel.co.uk/live/Portals/10/Turkey/Aegean%2520Coast/Turkish-man-200x300.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.airportdirecttravel.co.uk/leeds/Destinationinformation/Europeandestinations/Turkey/TurkeyAegeanCoast/Ortakent/tabid/817/Default.aspx&usg=__xn9vnAilzM8PPw6PAkpWnXLJg4o=&h=300&w=200&sz=22&hl=en&start=7&sig2=FBr9YWOkgQDxnHSBS8xvvg&tbnid=DFtFmmWayOzltM:&tbnh=116&tbnw=77&ei=NBZ9SY_3GteA-ga9sp3PDw&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dturkish%2Bman%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DG

GERMANY

Big surprise German people are blond, light-skinned and with blue-green eyes.. Although I am not sure if we count Germany inhibitants by hair, skin and eye colour what the outcome would be.
I found this photo in a very intresting website: http://www.mythsclub.com

It lists myths about German people. This picture is suplementary for the myth "German people cannot live without beer" and probably it is taken during Oktoberfest.




CHINA

In my non-professional photographic view, this is a lovely portrait called "old chinese man". I found it in a site about portrait photography http://i1.trekearth.com/photos/37092. The guy has an interesting devise and method of smoking.






ARGENTINA

This breath-taking latina photo I found in a dating site. (http://www.latinamericancupid.com/)
Actually Argenina ethnic landscape consists of the following groups:
86% European (Italian, Spanish, German)
7% Mestizo
2% Amerindian
4% Other

(my beloved source wikipedia.org)


PAKISTAN


Back to the topic of "typifying", I found this photo in the geocites.com as the first one of a photogallery about Pakistan. The photo is called "A typical Pakistani man". Pakistan has a population of 172,800,000 and the country's capital is called islamabad. 97 per cent of the Pakistan's population is islamic and Punjabi is the most spoken language.




GAMBIA

BBC news made an updated county profile in 2006 and this photo was found exactly there (in their website). "One of Africa's smallest countries has few natural resources and is highly dependent on peanut exports." exports. (http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/42208000/jpg)



"Over the years, Gambian women have lagged behind men. This is mainly due to cultural and religious reasons, which have made them believe that they are inferior. This is evident in the special treatment accorded to boys over girls, this continues throughout their lives.

Women have very little decision-making power even regarding their health and that of their children. This has contributed to the high fertility rate of 6.0." More information about the situation of Gambian women can be found on the following web-link:http://www.statehouse.gm/women3.htm

RUSSIA

This is a photo found in a forum discussing the beauty of the Russian men. " My knees are jelly thinking of Russian men" said some of the forumist about her beloved Russians. Here is what I found more about their culture and attitudes on the following web-link:http://en.allexperts.com
/q/Russian-Culture-2986/Russian-Men.htm

Expressing feelings-> "Russian proverb: "A laugh without a reason is a sign of an idiot." Same thing for smiles. If you are happy you smile, if you are sad you frown. If nothing is going on, why would you show non-existing emotions? To exercise your face muscles? That's silly. As for public displays of affection, it's quite normal too. Russian male model is a tough guy. Tough guys don't feel. At least in public. Look at Terminator!"

General attitudes->"Normally, a Russian doesn't give a dime about society. Society is too vague to care about it. And the state is an enemy of the individual, by the way. What's important usually is a circle of close friends and family.

Devotion to work->"Russians can be very devoted to their work when they like it. If they don't like it they can find 1001 ways to pretend to be working without really doing anything."
Friendship->"A true friend is usually a sacred matter. Things vary, of course, but many Russians are ready for real sacrifices for somebody they consider being a true friend. But often it must be somebody of the same sex.

True love ->"Also many Russians beleive in true love. in true love. With a person of opposite sex (95% of Russain men are homophobic). In relationships they like to dominate (as all tough guys should) but actually are quite vulnerable to emotional displays. "All right, all right, I'll marry you! Just stop crying." (source: the same as above indicated)

Introducing myself


Hey ya!

About the author of the present blog:



Perosnal data:

Name: Veronika Emilova Minkova
Birth date:05.01.1986
Birth place:Pleven, Bulgaria
Languages: English, German, Bulgarian

to be learned and refined: Spanish, French and Russian

Education:

BA International Business Management

University of Applied Sciences Furtwangen, Germany

Work experience:

Internships: Fujitsu Siemens Comupers, Hewlett-Packard

Volunteer: Desirable Earth Association

Interests

Sciences: Sociology, Psycology, Antropology
Languages: French, Spanish and Russian
Countries: India, Morroco, Cuba
Music: world music, "Classic" jazz, acid jazz, chill out, trip-hop
Movies: BBC Series: The World of India, White Oleander, Cassandra's dream,Birthday girl, Kill Bill, 1970s-80s French films

Series: My name is Earl, how I met your mother, Samantha Who