Friday, December 18, 2015

US Senate S.Res.189

US Senate passes a resolution S.Res.189 regarding 25th anniversary of democracy in Mongolia. 
АНУ-ЫН СЕНАТ МОНГОЛЫН АРДЧИЛЛЫН 25 ЖИЛИЙН ОЙГ ТОХИОЛДУУЛАН ТОГТООЛ БАТЛАВ.

1. US Congress: https://www.congress.gov/…/…/CREC-2015-12-16-pt1-PgS8729.pdf 
2. Ministry of Foreign Affairs: http://www.mfa.gov.mn/?p=30624

Saturday, December 12, 2015

Сонгууль 2016 | Хууль

1. Монгол УИХ-ын сонгуулийн хуулиуд: http://www.legalinfo.mn/law/details/351

2. Монгол Улсын Ерөнхийлөгчийн сонгуулийн хуулиуд: http://www.legalinfo.mn/law/details/337?lawid=337


Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Artists






Art is an expression of the soul. Artists, we either carry pretty colors or its black and white. Said and unsaid, written and unwritten, expressed and unexpressed- in colors or no color at all.

BL.  12.09.2015

Friday, December 4, 2015

Худал, хуурмаг хүмүүсээ гэж...

Сайныг дагавал сарны гэрэл, мууг дагавал могойн хор гэж уран зохиолын Сундүй багш минь анх хэлж билээ. Гэхдээ хүмүүс сайн, мууг ялгаж чадахгүй төөрөлдөөд байдаг нь өөрийгөө таньж амжаагүйтэй холбоотой гэж боддог. Өөрийгөө таньсан хүн бусдыг танихад маш амар. Худал, үнэнийг ялгаж салгаж сурахад, муу хүмүүс олон, сайн хүмүүс цөөн гэдгийг ухаарна. 

Урлаг, уран зохиолч, мэргэн, өндөр мэдрэмжтэй хүмүүс энийг аль хэдийн ухаарсан байдаг. Тиймээс ч урлаг, уран зохиолоос гарч буй дуу хөгжим, ая, үгс, цаанаа л нэг гуниг агуулдаг. 

Л. Болор

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

Stone Cold

After watching films like “Interstellar” and “Lucy”, you can’t help but to wonder about time and your own existence. But even before, I have made an enemy with “time”. Tik tok tik tok, always here and everywhere at the same time. I only started to realize the evilness of time because for what I have felt and witnessed; feelings were evanescence, emotions are unstable, people change, and loved ones die. The only thing that was always there and everywhere was time, cold and still. No emotions, no movements, no life, nothing, circling from six to twelve. It was nothing but everything at the same time. Life and death. There a beginning and there is an ending, anything in between is controlled by time. An “intermission” of life is where memories reside, beautiful yet fleeting, never fully there, never really stay as life is never really fulfilled, people are low and dull, including the special ones. With time, in time, somewhere, anywhere, just there… just living.