Mistrella

саунд хард-рока и мои самые лучшие годы Кто любит петь после сытного обеда?

на лифте, так культурнее и с экстримом Сейчас или никогда?

геморрой

Вий

шенген

таньга

Ой, напомнили, ремонт на носе. Аллах гойса, в мае буду делать косметику. А так, все время текущий. Вам нравится стиль причесок 80-х? Пышные вертикальные завивки и стрижка лесенкой?

Монголия

честно говоря, нет. Там на полу надо все делать. Я как-то в Иране попробовала на полу есть, до сих пор забыть не могу. Когда-нибудь сидели на галерке в театре?

дуст

Отвечаю сразу на два: Засыпаю очень подло поздно, в полтретьего (хочу избить себя за это) Нет, мебель люблю функциональную и красивую, но не много, так как у меня много картин Вопрос: будет летом в пинг-понг играть или в бадминтон?

регистрационное удостоверение

Yes, yes! Давай закурим, товарищ, по одной?

флаг - архипелаг рифма

Ахалай-бахалай

Сабо, танкетка Вот в думках я... Поесть или лечь почитать?

Спасибо за ответ. Наверно, жить под фанерой, но в центре, достойнее, чем в камне, но чуть дальше. У нас тоже есть соседи, пять штук в двух маленьких комнатах, зато вокруг центр.

Можно один вопрос? А если бы жильцы 60-метровой квартиры захотели бы продать свой крысятник за 90 тысяч манат в мирное время, это бы купили? Спасибо за ответ. Только не надо про мемуары и меморабилии, я уже здесь прочла много.

It was a dark and stormy evening, and I was sitting at home watching television. Suddenly, I heard a phone call. I replied. "Hi, how r u?" - I heard man's voice. I......... I was shocked. "Why did he call?" I thought. "He said he would never talk to me." I remembered Monica describing her recent split with her boyfriend. First thing that passed through my mind was if I will hear the same. I decided to listen. My eyes fell on the TV screen with Humphry Bogart pointing a silly gun at me. "May be he wants to take revenge on me?" "He can take my cat hostage and ask for ransom!" I thought frantically. "How did you dare to call me?"- she tried to speak quietly. A loud gun-firing sound from Bogart set her heart racing wildly. ”Oh damned devil!!!Why I should watch this rubbish???” I switched off the TV and listened to the silence of the phone. Now I heard his breath distinctly...at once the fear was replaced by passion, and I decided to play..! I went to my little brother’s room to fetch his construction set that bought him for last Christmas. But then I changed my mind and went to the kitchen to drink a cup of green tea. I rummaged through the pantry where we kept the dry food stuff but didn’t find any green teabags left. I was a little bit disappointed and was thinking what should I do now. Then I went out into the street and decided that I still cannot upgrade Server 2000 to Server 2008, because i would have to first upgrade the server to 2003 and then to 2008. On the opposite side of the street I suddenly I saw a policeman stopping a speeding car. The car stopped with awful noise. I turned my head looked at the driver and............. I saw a grey-haired man wearing glasses who was pointing a gun right at the policeman Humphry Bogart style I saw a few minutes ago on TV. I felt a hang of fear, then I felt sick in the stomach, so I decided that I had to return home and stay there for some time. “What a crazy day!” I thought. I was turning around when from the corner of my eye I noticed a bicycle rolling straight at me. "Why I am so wretched? At the beginning a car, then a bicycle...Uh... am a real looser" - I thought. At the last moment the bicyclist noticed me anв turned the wheel bypassing me. And then he fell down from the bicycle and hit his head. A puddle of blood formed on the ground and I had to call to 911. At the same time, the driver of the car on the other side of the road fired his gun at the policeman who wasn’t fast enough to pull his gun out of the holster to protect himself. It was definitely high time for calling 911. I reached for my cell phone only to see that the battery had run out. I raised my eyes and saw that the murderer of the policeman was staring right at me and his hand with the gun was slowly moving up taking aim of me. I ran back home and get my dads Winchester rifle. But when I got into the .rtment I remembered I had wanted to drink a cup of green tea. Oops... what I had said... I don't like tea really, I prefer coffee! I sat down on the sofa to think about it and suddenly fell asleep. And when I woke up I realised that I really had had weird day yester- Or maybe I had dreamed all about it! And I said to myself “just beat it! I need to get a glass of red wine and listen to some chill out music. With this thought I drifted off to sleep again. I woke up at about 4 clock in the morning because I heard some noise downstairs. I sat up in bed and thought if it was my mother who also had a key to my .rtment and wondered what day it was. I decided that it would be romantic to visit my girlfriends. So I spent quite some time trying to remember which of them I had been nice enough with in order not to get cursed or yelled at, as was my usual situation with them. All of a sudden, a group of young people appeared on the street. I glanced out the window and saw a young man of about 22 wearing a white baseball cap heading the pack of youngsters and holding up a banner with a green circle drawn on it. I thought: "If this is paradise, I have to hurry up!” I tried to shout out to the crowd to wait for me but they had already disappeared around the corner. I stood hesitating for a moment. Then I grabbed my jacket and ran out of the house to chase the campaigners. All the sudden when I joined them I found out that they were scared. They started to gesture frantically waving me away as if they didn’t want me to join them. I thought that may be to escape from there was the best solution. So I turned round sharply but tripped over and fell down right on my stomach. I immediately got up and opened my bag, looking for my mirror." I rummaged through my bag but there was no mirror, in fact, even my wallet was missing.

Карро

It was a dark and stormy evening, and I was sitting at home watching television. Suddenly, I heard a phone call. I replied. "Hi, how r u?" - I heard man's voice. I......... I was shocked. "Why did he call?" I thought. "He said he would never talk to me." I remembered Monica describing her recent split with her boyfriend. First thing that passed through my mind was if I will hear the same. I decided to listen. My eyes fell on the TV screen with Humphry Bogart pointing a silly gun at me. "May be he wants to take revenge on me?" "He can take my cat hostage and ask for ransom!" I thought frantically. "How did you dare to call me?"- she tried to speak quietly. A loud gun-firing sound from Bogart set her heart racing wildly. ”Oh damned devil!!!Why I should watch this rubbish???” I switched off the TV and listened to the silence of the phone. Now I heard his breath distinctly...at once the fear was replaced by passion, and I decided to play..! I went to my little brother’s room to fetch his construction set that bought him for last Christmas. But then I changed my mind and went to the kitchen to drink a cup of green tea. I rummaged through the pantry where we kept the dry food stuff but didn’t find any green teabags left. I was a little bit disappointed and was thinking what should I do now. Then I went out into the street and decided that I still cannot upgrade Server 2000 to Server 2008, because i would have to first upgrade the server to 2003 and then to 2008. On the opposite side of the street I suddenly I saw a policeman stopping a speeding car. The car stopped with awful noise. I turned my head looked at the driver and............. I saw a grey-haired man wearing glasses who was pointing a gun right at the policeman Humphry Bogart style I saw a few minutes ago on TV. I felt a hang of fear, then I felt sick in the stomach, so I decided that I had to return home and stay there for some time. “What a crazy day!” I thought. I was turning around when from the corner of my eye I noticed a bicycle rolling straight at me. "Why I am so wretched? At the beginning a car, then a bicycle...Uh... am a real looser" - I thought. At the last moment the bicyclist noticed me anв turned the wheel bypassing me. And then he fell down from the bicycle and hit his head. A puddle of blood formed on the ground and I had to call to 911. At the same time, the driver of the car on the other side of the road fired his gun at the policeman who wasn’t fast enough to pull his gun out of the holster to protect himself. It was definitely high time for calling 911. I reached for my cell phone only to see that the battery had run out. I raised my eyes and saw that the murderer of the policeman was staring right at me and his hand with the gun was slowly moving up taking aim of me. I ran back home and get my dads Winchester rifle. But when I got into the .rtment I remembered I had wanted to drink a cup of green tea. Oops... what I had said... I don't like tea really, I prefer coffee! I sat down on the sofa to think about it and suddenly fell asleep. And when I woke up I realised that I really had had weird day yester- Or maybe I had dreamed all about it! And I said to myself “just beat it! I need to get a glass of red wine and listen to some chill out music. With this thought I drifted off to sleep again. I woke up at about 4 clock in the morning because I heard some noise downstairs. I sat up in bed and thought if it was my mother who also had a key to my .rtment and wondered what day it was. I decided that it would be romantic to visit my girlfriends. So I spent quite some time trying to remember which of them I had been nice enough with in order not to get cursed or yelled at, as was my usual situation with them. All of a sudden, a group of young people appeared on the street. I glanced out the window and saw a young man of about 22 wearing a white baseball cap heading the pack of youngsters and holding up a banner with a green circle drawn on it. I thought: "If this is paradise, I have to hurry up!” I tried to shout out to the crowd to wait for me but they had already disappeared around the corner. I stood hesitating for a moment. Then I grabbed my jacket and ran out of the house to chase the campaigners. All the sudden when I joined them I found out that they were scared. They started to gesture frantically waving me away as if they didn’t want me to join them. I thought that may be to escape from there was the best solution. So I turned round sharply but tripped over and fell down right on my stomach.

Согласна с вами, у большинства людей есть ожидание "толка" или сиюсинутной выгоды от практически всего, на что они думают, стоит ли тратить энергию или время. Сейчас люди заранее просчитывают даже степень вероятности получения удовольствия или иной выгоды даже от посещения какого-нибудь мероприятия. И если им кажется, что они не получат намного больше в осязаемом эквиваленте, чем потратят, то они заранее не хотят этого делать. А скажите, у вас нет идола? Фигуры, которая приводит вас в восторг? Или вы не нашли никакого примера в истории для подражания, скажем? Наверно, вы тоже стремитесь быть, как кто-то? А почему нужно всегда ожидать практический или материальный толк от всего? А заполнение своей личности? Кстати, фигуры в республике в теме не подразумевались. И также не подразумевалась тема как что-то слишком серьезное. А рассказывать смешные истории из жизни - это имеет практический смысл? Полностью согласна, что экшн темы пользуются большим спросом. Любое мордобитие или публичное оскорбление одного ничтожества другим всегда слаще и привлекательнее. Тем более, что можно и заодно друг другу носы начистить.

А я дралась нещадно каждую перемену и каждый день с мальчишками до 7-го класса. Когда дрались пацаны, а всегда совала нос и получала как минимум по синяку. В 7-м классе пришел толстяк Али с Советской и влепил мне так, что я отлетела в другой угол. На этом мой период драк закончился. Зато у меня есть воспоминания о героическом детстве и отличной успеваемости. А вы тут о мальчишках! Там все в десять раз круче.

Совсем сэр чокнулся, Ему уже и гейство-то и не нужно по причине преклонного возрата, а он все туда же, не устает агитировать. Вообще надо ему вопрос задать, а понимает ли он, что речь идет о времени за тысячу лет до Вильгельма Завоевателя? Он сам вообще представляет, что было в его стране до 1066 года? Да это очередная гейская лобуда, типа, ай-да все к нам, с нами хорошо! Иисус с нами! Вообще, у него очень грязный рот, смотрела документальный фильм о нем, так он с окружающими нормальным языком разговаривать не может, сплошные факи. И дал же бог такой дар идиоту. Вот уж воистину, гений раздается как попало.

Попытаюсь объяснить свою позицию. Современный человек в нашем обществе подвергается роботизации и нивелированию. Попытка к обретению своей индивидуальности подвергается жесткому и издевательскому респрессированию. Плюс тяжелое, как камень, моральное наследие в виде пресечения любого желания выделиться, найти себя, осознать свою значимость, понять, кто ты есть и как ты связан с миром, какие мечты могут быть доступны и тебе, не дает возможности индивидууму свободно выражаться во внешности и в мыслях. Над мыслями такой же контроль и загонка под рамки, как и во внешних проявлениях. Может, одним из шагов к тому, чтобы мы начали чувствовать себя свободными и уметь мыслить над любыми темами без предварительного ограничивающего условия, есть ли от этого польза или нет, было бы начать пробовать себя в виртуальных ситуациях, где возможен полет мысли и достижения понимания самого себя и своей индивидуальности в мире, где все клишировано и стереотипизировано? Мы все стремимся к знаниям о своем проошлом, своих предках, о себе самом, в конце концов. Может, мы немного вспомним о своих связях с миром людей, увидим, где мы сами стоим относительно других? Может, это наполнит нас положительными эмоциями и прибавит уверенности в своей личности и интереса к продолжению узнавать себя? Может, следующим шагом станет наше всеобщий интерес к генеалогическогу древу своей семьи? А может, нам больше говорить о развитии личности как об очень важном аспекте развития нации? Если мы будет подавлять каждую мысль скептическим вопросом о мгновенной пользе любого начинания, тогда как же мы развивать наше философское начало и учить себя идти эмпирическим путем, которым шли думающие люди во все века? Можно же просто поговорить, подумать, не обязательно в конце каждой фразы постановлять и закрывать. Темы о человеке и его внутреннем мире не кончаются, они outstanding (незавершенные). А вообще ничто не идеально, и данная тема тоже.