Drive someone up a walk:

To annoy someone greatly. He’s starting to drive me up a wall.

Blue adj. depressed. I’m feeling sort of blue today.

Catch someone red-handed

To discover someone in the process of committing a dishonest act. I know he’s guilty. I couth him red-handed.

Break the ice

To make the first move in establishing communication. I’m going to break the ice with the new employee.

این یکی از آهنگ های اجرا شده در یورووِیژن2008 است مال کشور نروژ. آهنگ بسیار زیباییه و شعرش هم فوق العاده است. میتونین از اینجا دانلود کنین.

Performer: Maria
Song title: Hold On Be Strong
Song writer(s): Mira Craig
Song composer(s): Mira Craig

Love can be hard sometimes
Yes it can catch you off guard like bad crimes
Yes it can make you depressed and angry
Make you say why me why won't anybody try me

You might be saying ooh, I don't wanna be lonely
Ooh, I don't wanna be by myself
Ooh, don't wanna be lonely
Why ain't anybody lovin´me

But there's always someone out there who'll be there for you
there is always someone out there who'll care for you
there's always someone out there who'll be true, true, true
hold on, hold on, be strong

Love can go away forever if you push it
And you have to remember don't rush it
If it ain't right it is wrong
And you'll be crying why me, why won' anybody try me

You might be saying ooh, I don't wanna be lonely
Ooh, I don't wanna be by myself
Ooh, don't wanna be lonely -no, no
Why ain't anybody lovin' me

But there's always someone out there who'll be there for you
There is always someone out there who'll care for you
There's always someone out there who'll be true, true, true
Hold on, hold on, be strong

Yes, there's aways someone out there who'll be there for you,
There is always someone out there who'll care for you
There's always someone out there who'll be true, true, true,
Hold on, hold on, be strong,
Hold on, hold on, be strong
My child hold on, hold on be strong

"I studied English before I left home," she said. "But I still was not sure that people were speaking English."

Her problem is easy to understand. Americans in business are like people who are in business anywhere. They have a language of their own. Some of the words and expressions deal with the special areas of their work. Other expressions are borrowed from different kinds of work such as the theater and movie industry.

One such saying is get your act together.

When things go wrong in a business, an employer may get angry. He may shout, "Stop making mistakes. Get your act together."

Or, if the employer is calmer, he may say, "Let us get our act together."

Either way, the meaning is the same. Getting your act together is getting organized. In business, it usually means to develop a calm and orderly plan of action.

It is difficult to tell exactly where the saying began. But, it is probable that it was in the theater or movie industry. Perhaps one of the actors was nervous and made a lot of mistakes. The director may have said, "Calm down, now. Get your act together."

Word expert James Rogers says the expression was common by the late nineteen seventies. Mister Rogers says the Manchester Guardian newspaper used it in nineteen seventy-eight. The newspaper said a reform policy required that the British government get its act together.

Now, this expression is heard often when officials of a company meet. One company even called its yearly report, "Getting Our Act Together."

The Japanese visitor was confused by another expression used by American business people. It is cut to the chase.

She heard that expression when she attended an important meeting of one company. One official was giving a very long report. It was not very interesting. In fact, some people at the meeting were falling asleep.

Finally, the president of the company said, "Cut to the chase."

Cut to the chase means to stop spending so much time on details or unimportant material. Hurry and get to the good part.

Naturally, this saying was started by people who make movies. Hollywood movie producers believe that most Americans want to see action movies. Many of their movies show scenes in which the actors chase each other in cars, or in airplanes or on foot.

Cut is the director's word for stop. The director means to stop filming, leave out some material, and get to the chase scene now.

So, if your employer tells you to cut to the chase, be sure to get to the main point of your story quickly

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Especially and specially can often both be used with the same meaning.

It was not (e) especially cold.

Especially is used to mean ‘above all’.

I play a lot of tennis, especially on Sundays.

It rains a lot, especially in the north.

The children are very noisy, especially when we have visitors.

I like all kinds of fruits, especially apples.

Especially follows a subject.

All my family like music. My father, especially, goes to as many concerts as he can.

Specially is used to mean ‘for a particular purpose’.

These shoes were specially made for me.

The adjective especial is rare. We normally use special.

He took special trouble over his work.

Hit also joins with other words to create many colorful expressions.  One is hit the road. It means to travel or to leave a place, as suggested in this song, "Hit the Road."

Another common expression is hit the spot.  At first it  hitting a spot at the center of a target with an arrow.  Someone who did so was satisfied with his shooting.  Now, hitting the spot usually means that a food or drink is especially satisfying.

Many years ago, Pepsi Cola sold its drink with a song that began, "Pepsi Cola hits the spot, twelve full ounces, that's a lot…"

Another expression involving hit is hit bottom.  Something that has hit bottom can go no lower.  If the price of shares of a stock hits bottom that might be the time to buy it.  Its value can only go up.

A student who tells you his grades have hit bottom is saying he has not done well in school.

When a student's grades hit bottom it is time to hit the books.  Hit the books is another way of   saying it is time to study.  A student might have to tell her friends she can not go with them to the movies because she has to hit the books.

Not hitting the books could lead to an unpleasant situation for a student.  The father or mother may hit the ceiling when they see the low grades.  Someone who hits the ceiling, the top of the room, is   angry.  A wife may hit the ceiling because her husband forgot their wedding anniversary.

To build something of wood, you usually need a hammer.  That is what you use to hit nails into the pieces of wood to hold them together.  When you hit the nail on the head, exactly on its top, it goes into the wood perfectly.  And when someone says your words or actions hit the nail on the head, he means what you said or did was exactly right.

If you are tired after hitting all those nails on the head, then it is time to hit the hay.  That expression comes from the days when people slept on beds filled with dried grass or hay. Some people slept on hay in barns where they kept their farm animals.

Hitting the hay simply means going to bed. That is a good idea. I think I will hit the haynow

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مجازات اعدام برای وبلاگ نویسان

تشدید سرکوب مردم با طرح جدید «طرح تشدید مجازات جرائم اخلال در امنیت روانی جامعه» قانونمند می‌شود. بنابر اخبار خبرگزاری‌‌های جمهوری اسلامی یک فوریت این طرح که توسط 20 نفر از نمایندگان ارائه شده بود، دیروز(چهارشنبه 12 تیر ماه 1387) به تصویب نمایندگان مجلس شورای اسلامی رسید.

بنابر این طرح مجازات اعدام برای برخی از جرائم از جمله: راهزنی، سرقت مسلحانه، تجاوز به عنف، تشکیل خانه فساد و فحشا، دایر کردن وبلاگ و وب سایت مروج فساد و فحشا، الحاد، و قاچاق انسان به منظور سوء استفاده جنسی، شرارت، آدم ربایی به قصد تجاوز یا اخاذی تشدید شده و به مجازات اعدام ارتقا خواهد یافت. بر اساس این طرح در صورت تصویب مجلس، رسیدگی به این جرائم در اولین فرصت انجام خواهد شد و بخشش و بازنگری‌ای نیز وجود نخواهد داشت.

جامعه آزادیخواه و ملت ایران باید هشیار باشند که پس از تصویب این طرح، موج جدید دستگیری و حذف وبلاگ نویسان به بهانه تروج فساد و الحاد و ... که به عمد در این طرح گنجانده شده است شروع خواهد شد.

اگه منو دیگه ندیدین حلال کنین  .همین جا هم اعلام میکنم من نه خودکشی میکنم نه دارو میخورم نه تصادف میکنم.هیچکدوم.همتونو دوست دارم و تا زنده هستم این وبلاگ هم هست.

اوضاع خرابیه. ما وبلاگنویسا رو با قاتل ها و دزدها و خلاف کار ها یکی میدونن که میخوان اعداممون کنن.جالبه به خدا.

“The most terrible poverty is loneliness, and the feeling of being unloved.” Mother Teresa of Calcutta

“We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone.” Orson Welles

“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.”

Science may have found a cure for most evils; but it has found no remedy for the worst of them all - the apathy of human beings.
Author: Helen Keller

People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges.
Joseph F. Newton

To be adult is to be alone.
Jean Rostand

Be good and you will be lonely.
Mark Twain

Old cock to Young cock : "Welcome to join me, we will work together towards productivity.

Young cock : What you mean? As far as I know, you are old and should be retired.

Old cock : Young boy, there are twenty-five hens here, can't I help you with some?

Young cock : No! Not even one, all of them will be mine.

Old cock : In this case, I shall challenge you to a competition and if I win you shall allow me to have one hen and if I lose you will have all.

Young cock :

OK. What kind of competition?

Old cock: 50 meter run. From here to that tree. But due to my age, I hope you allow me to start off the first 10 meters.

Young cock : No problem ! We will compete tomorrow morning.

Confidently, the following morning, the Young cock allows the Old cock to start off and when the Old cock crosses the 10 meters mark the Young cock chases him with all his might.

Soon enough, he was behind the Old cock back in a matter of seconds.

Suddenly, Bang! ...... before he could overtake the old cock, he was shot dead by the farmer, who cursed, "Hell ! This is the fifth GAY chicken I've bought this week !"

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Upper-Intermediate
1500 words (British English)

"You don't have to be French to enjoy a decent red wine," Charles Jousselin de Gruse used to tell his foreign guests whenever he entertained them in Paris. "But you do have to be French to recognize one," he would add with a laugh.

After a lifetime in the French diplomatic corps, the Count de Gruse lived with his wife in an elegant townhouse on Quai Voltaire. He was a likeable man, cultivated of course, with a well deserved reputation as a generous host and an amusing raconteur.

This evening's guests were all European and all equally convinced that immigration was at the root of Europe's problems. Charles de Gruse said nothing. He had always concealed his contempt for such ideas. And, in any case, he had never much cared for these particular guests.

The first of the red Bordeaux was being served with the veal, and one of the guests turned to de Gruse.

"Come on, Charles, it's simple arithmetic. Nothing to do with race or colour. You must've had bags of experience of this sort of thing. What d'you say?"

"Yes, General. Bags!"

Without another word, de Gruse picked up his glass and introduced his bulbous, winey nose. After a moment he looked up with watery eyes.

"A truly full-bodied Bordeaux," he said warmly, "a wine among wines."

The four guests held their glasses to the light and studied their blood-red contents. They all agreed that it was the best wine they had ever tasted.

One by one the little white lights along the Seine were coming on, and from the first-floor windows you could see the brightly lit bateaux-mouches passing through the arches of the Pont du Carrousel. The party moved on to a dish of game served with a more vigorous claret.

"Can you imagine," asked de Gruse, as the claret was poured, "that there are people who actually serve wines they know nothing about?"

"Really?" said one of the guests, a German politician.

"Personally, before I uncork a bottle I like to know what's in it."

"But how? How can anyone be sure?"

"I like to hunt around the vineyards. Take this place I used to visit in Bordeaux. I got to know the winegrower there personally. That's the way to know what you're drinking."

"A matter of pedigree, Charles," said the other politician.

"This fellow," continued de Gruse as though the Dutchman had not spoken, "always gave you the story behind his wines. One of them was the most extraordinary story I ever heard. We were tasting, in his winery, and we came to a cask that made him frown. He asked if I agreed with him that red Bordeaux was the best wine in the world. Of course, I agreed. Then he made the strangest statement.

"'The wine in this cask,' he said, and there were tears in his eyes, 'is the best vintage in the world. But it started its life far from the country where it was grown.'"

De Gruse paused to check that his guests were being served.

"Well?" said the Dutchman.

De Gruse and his wife exchanged glances.

"Do tell them, mon chéri," she said.

De Gruse leaned forwards, took another sip of wine, and dabbed his lips with the corner of his napkin. This is the story he told them.

At the age of twenty-one, Pierre - that was the name he gave the winegrower - had been sent by his father to spend some time with his uncle in Madagascar. Within two weeks he had fallen for a local girl called Faniry, or "Desire" in Malagasy. You could not blame him. At seventeen she was ravishing. In the Malagasy sunlight her skin was golden. Her black, waist-length hair, which hung straight beside her cheeks, framed large, fathomless eyes. It was a genuine coup de foudre, for both of them. Within five months they were married. Faniry had no family, but Pierre's parents came out from France for the wedding, even though they did not strictly approve of it, and for three years the young couple lived very happily on the island of Madagascar. Then, one day, a telegram came from France. Pierre's parents and his only brother had been killed in a car crash. Pierre took the next flight home to attend the funeral and manage the vineyard left by his father.

Faniry followed two weeks later. Pierre was grief-stricken, but with Faniry he settled down to running the vineyard. His family, and the lazy, idyllic days under a tropical sun, were gone forever. But he was very happily married, and he was very well-off. Perhaps, he reasoned, life in Bordeaux would not be so bad.

But he was wrong. It soon became obvious that Faniry was jealous. In Madagascar she had no match. In France she was jealous of everyone. Of the maids. Of the secretary. Even of the peasant girls who picked the grapes and giggled at her funny accent. She convinced herself that Pierre made love to each of them in turn.

She started with insinuations, simple, artless ones that Pierre hardly even recognized. Then she tried blunt accusation in the privacy of their bedroom. When he denied that, she resorted to violent, humiliating denouncements in the kitchens, the winery, the plantations. The angel that Pierre had married in Madagascar had become a termagant, blinded by jealousy. Nothing he did or said could help. Often, she would refuse to speak for a week or more, and when at last she spoke it would only be to scream yet more abuse or swear again her intention to leave him. By the third vine-harvest it was obvious to everyone that they loathed each other.

One Friday evening, Pierre was down in the winery, working on a new electric winepress. He was alone. The grape-pickers had left. Suddenly the door opened and Faniry entered, excessively made up. She walked straight up to Pierre, flung her arms around his neck, and pressed herself against him. Even above the fumes from the pressed grapes he could smell that she had been drinking.

"Darling," she sighed, "what shall we do?"

He badly wanted her, but all the past insults and humiliating scenes welled up inside him. He pushed her away.

"But, darling, I'm going to have a baby."

"Don't be absurd. Go to bed! You're drunk. And take that paint off. It makes you look like a tart."

Faniry's face blackened, and she threw herself at him with new accusations. He had never cared for her. He cared only about sex. He was obsessed with it. And with white women. But the women in France, the white women, they were the tarts, and he was welcome to them. She snatched a knife from the wall and lunged at him with it. She was in tears, but it took all his strength to keep the knife from his throat. Eventually he pushed her off, and she stumbled towards the winepress. Pierre stood, breathing heavily, as the screw of the press caught at her hair and dragged her in. She screamed, struggling to free herself. The screw bit slowly into her shoulder and she screamed again. Then she fainted, though whether from the pain or the fumes he was not sure. He looked away until a sickening sound told him it was over. Then he raised his arm and switched the current off.

The guests shuddered visibly and de Gruse paused in his story.

"Well, I won't go into the details at table," he said. "Pierre fed the rest of the body into the press and tidied up. Then he went up to the house, had a bath, ate a meal, and went to bed. The next day, he told everyone Faniry had finally left him and gone back to Madagascar. No-one was surprised."

He paused again. His guests sat motionless, their eyes turned towards him.

"Of course," he continued, "Sixty-five was a bad year for red Bordeaux. Except for Pierre's. That was the extraordinary thing. It won award after award, and nobody could understand why."

The general's wife cleared her throat.

"But, surely," she said, "you didn't taste it?"

"No, I didn't taste it, though Pierre did assure me his wife had lent the wine an incomparable aroma."

"And you didn't, er, buy any?" asked the general.

"How could I refuse? It isn't every day that one finds such a pedigree."

There was a long silence. The Dutchman shifted awkwardly in his seat, his glass poised midway between the table and his open lips. The other guests looked around uneasily at each other. They did not understand.

"But look here, Gruse," said the general at last, "you don't mean to tell me we're drinking this damned woman now, d'you?"

De Gruse gazed impassively at the Englishman.

"Heaven forbid, General," he said slowly. "Everyone knows that the best vintage should always come first

The Winepress - Vocabulary

NB: the meaning given for each word is contextual meaning, that is to say it is the specific meaning of the word within the context of the story. Some of these words have other meanings not shown here.

Word		Part of Speech	Contextual Meaning	Example Sentence
arithmetic		noun	mathematics (adding, multiplying etc)	Don't ask me to add the numbers; I'm terrible at arithmetic.
aroma		noun	scent	The aroma at the spa was of roses and vanilla.
bulbous		adjective	large and round	Santa Claus has a bulbous nose and belly.
cask		noun	wooden container	We filled the cask with wine and put it in the cellar.
claret		noun	French red wine	You should always serve a nice claret with a juicy steak.
concealed		verb - past	hid	Franco concealed his love notes under his pillow.
contempt		noun	feeling that a person or thing is worthless	Jane's contempt for her ex-husband is unfair on her kids.
cultivated		adjective	educated about art	My husband is very cultivated because his grandmother was into classical music and painting.
dabbed		verb - past	touched lightly	Mary dabbed her extra lipstick off with her napkin.
decent		adjective	pretty good	At least wear a decent shirt because you are going to be photographed from the waist up.
denouncements		noun	accusations	The thief rejected the denouncements even though he was caught stealing on camera.
elegant		adjective	attractive, graceful, simple	I need a long elegant dress to wear to my graduation ceremony.
entertained		verb	hosted a party	Whenever my parents entertained their college friends we always had a BBQ and badminton tournament.
excessively		adverb	with extra effort than necessary	Chrisie called me so excessively that I didn't want to be friends with her.
fathomless		adjective	deep, incomprehensible	Astronomers are constantly trying to search the fathomless depths of space.
flung		verb - past	threw wildly	The bride flung her bouquet of flowers behind her.
fumes		noun	strong smell that makes it hard to breathe	The petrol fumes at the garage always give me a headache.
game		noun	hunted birds and other animals (for food or sport)	The only game I enjoy eating is duck.
gazed		verb - past	looked at intently with wide eyes	The couple sat on the beach and gazed at the sunset.
genuine		adjective	real	This movie is not a genuine documentary.
glances		noun	looks that last only a short moment	Before we started dating we used to exchange glances from our desks.
grief-stricken		adjective	upset because of a loss	I was grief-stricken when my dog got run over by a car.
harvest		noun	season when crops are ready to pick	During the harvest the whole family goes out to work in the corn fields.
heaven forbid		interjection	expressing a strong wish that something does not happen	Heaven forbid that we ever get hit by one of these terrible hurricanes!
humiliating		adjective	causing embarrassment	It was humiliating when they made me stand up and make a speech.
idyllic		adjective	peaceful, perfect	It was an idyllic afternoon with all of the kids away at school.
immigration		noun	permanent movement of someone from one country to another	The rules of immigration say that I need a permit to work in this country.
impassively		adverb	without expression, not showing emotion	The young teen stood impassively while the policeman put handcuffs on him.
insinuations		noun	suggestions about someone (without proof) that are not nice	I broke up with Bob because of the insinuations he made about me and my ex-boyfriend.
intention		noun	aim or plan	Alice's intention was to rent a guitar, not to buy one.
loathed		verb - past	hated	I loathed my grade nine French teacher because he gave us so much homework.
lunged		verb - past	moved forward suddenly and quickly	The child lunged at the birthday cake before we could remove the candles.
peasant		noun	poor person who usually lives off the land	My ancestors were peasants who used to beg for food when their crops wouldn't grow.
pedigree		noun	record of ancestry, line of relatives	We only breed dogs of excellent pedigree.
poised		verb - past	prepared to act	The fashion model was poised at the foot of the walkway.
raconteur		noun	a skilful storyteller	There is always one raconteur in the family who makes everyone laugh at the dinner table.
ravishing		adjective	very beautiful, entrancing	Brides always look ravishing on their wedding days.
reasoned		verb - past	analyzed and formed judgement logically; tried to persuade by giving good reasons	I reasoned with my father to extend my curfew.
reputation		noun	opinions or beliefs that others have about a person or thing	Mark has a reputation for dating more than one woman at a time.
resorted to		verb - past	did because nothing else worked	There were no size ten skates so Marie resorted to wearing men's.
root		noun	early stage, cause	Janice's mother-in-law is the root of her marital problems.
shuddered		verb - past	trembled or shook because of cold or fear	Andrea shuddered when she heard the loud scream.
telegram		noun	(formerly) mail sent electronically and delivered in printed form on paper	During the war she learned of her son's injuries by telegram.
termagant		noun	a bad-tempered, noisy woman	The termagant was hassling her husband about forgetting to make her coffee.
veal		noun	the meat of a young cow	Samantha doesn't eat veal because she's a vegetarian.
vigorous		adjective	strong, energetic	The vigorous builders had the house finished in one week.
vintage		noun	top wine, usually wine from a specific year	They're serving a 1975 vintage to mark their anniversary.
vineyard		noun	place where grapes are grown	We worked in the vineyard until all of the grapes had been picked.
visibly		adverb	easily seen	She stood visibly in front of the window, so I knew she was home.
welled up		verb - past	filled up (often with liquid)	Her eyes welled up with tears when he asked her to marry him.
winepress		noun	machine or equipment used to squeeze the juice out of grapes	We'll need a winepress if we want to make juice out of these grapes.

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On 31 May 2008, Nahid Kalhor, a 21 year old graduate student of Biology at Qom's Azad University in Iran, got arrested. The charges, according to a family member, which were not handed to her on written, were participating in an illegal political group (Confederation of Iranian Students), acting against national security etc. She is just a dissident blogger. Please help us gather enough signatories for the petition, and save her.

در تاریخ ۱۱ خرداد ۱۳۸۷، ناهید کلهر، دانشجوی ۲۱ ساله فارغ تحصیل از رشتهء زیست شناسی دانشگاه آزاد اسلامی قم، دستگیر شد و به بازداشتگاه قم منتقل شد. اتهامت وی، به نقل از یکی از اعضای خانواده اش، که کتبا به او ابلاغ نشده اند، اعم هستند از عضویت در سازمان سیاسی غیر قانونی کنفدراسیون دانشجویان ایرانی، اقدام علیه امنیت و غیره. در صورتی که وی فقط نویسندهء آزادیخواه وبلاگ "آزادی بی بها نیست" بوده است. لطفا برای نجات جان این دانشجو تومار را امضا کرده و لطف کنید برای دیگر دوستان و آشنایانتان هم بفرستید تا امضا نمایند.

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