Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess.© O.Wilde
Snogo pomenala diz... Mne jutko nratsa... nadeius vam toj!
Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess.© O.Wilde
Predvkushaia moment Glorii ia ne ponemala shto popadu v prosak...
Kak ia mogla bit takoi duroi!
Ved po nemu bilo vidno shto on dumal lish ob odnom...
No teper uje pozdno...
Mosti sojeni... i ia ne vernus v etot dur-dom...
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Kak ia mogla bit takoi duroi!
Ved po nemu bilo vidno shto on dumal lish ob odnom...
No teper uje pozdno...
Mosti sojeni... i ia ne vernus v etot dur-dom...
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понедельник, 19 июля 2004
Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess.© O.Wilde
Golosovanie (snogo)
Вопрос: Ia iadovitaia?
| 1. Da.. | 1 | (12.5%) | |
| 2. Net... | 2 | (25%) | |
| 3. Ne so vsemi.. | 1 | (12.5%) | |
| 4. So vsemi... | 0 | (0%) | |
| 5. Vsegda... | 0 | (0%) | |
| 6. Inogda... | 0 | (0%) | |
| 7. Nikogda.. | 0 | (0%) | |
| 8. Da.. | 1 | (12.5%) | |
| 9. Net... | 2 | (25%) | |
| 10. Ne so vsemi.. | 1 | (12.5%) | |
| 11. So vsemi... | 0 | (0%) | |
| 12. Vsegda... | 0 | (0%) | |
| 13. Inogda... | 0 | (0%) | |
| 14. Nikogda.. | 0 | (0%) | |
| Всего: | 8 | ||
воскресенье, 18 июля 2004
Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess.© O.Wilde
Vot bila na plaje... v pervii i poslednii raz za kanikuli...
Poznakomilas s molodin chelovekom iz UK... zvali Jordan... smeshnoi takoi... no k sojeleniu on uiejaet poslezavtra v UK i bolshe mne katsa ne vernetsa... a ia dura tuporilaia ne dodumalas u nego cardinati vzat!
Poznakomilas s molodin chelovekom iz UK... zvali Jordan... smeshnoi takoi... no k sojeleniu on uiejaet poslezavtra v UK i bolshe mne katsa ne vernetsa... a ia dura tuporilaia ne dodumalas u nego cardinati vzat!
Вопрос: I shto je mne teper delat?
| 1. Bit sebia po golove... jelatelno bolno... | 0 | (0%) | |
| 2. Nichego... nichego ne delat... | 0 | (0%) | |
| 3. Bejat na plaj moj on vse eshe tam... | 2 | (40%) | |
| 4. Utopitsa... | 1 | (20%) | |
| 5. Da nu... fig s nim... | 2 | (40%) | |
| Всего: | 5 | ||
суббота, 17 июля 2004
Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess.© O.Wilde
Vot... sdelala ia sebe himicheskuiu zavivku...
Teper u menia na boshke vse dibom stoit... Nushika bi infarct hvatil esli bi ona menia uvidela... a ona menia v Sentabre uvidit... )
Teper u menia na boshke vse dibom stoit... Nushika bi infarct hvatil esli bi ona menia uvidela... a ona menia v Sentabre uvidit... )
Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess.© O.Wilde
How like a winter hath my abcense been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezing have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December's bareness every where!
And yet this time removed was summer's time;
The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,
Bearing the wanton burthen of the prime,
Like widowed wombs after their lord's decease:
Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me
But hope of orphans and unfather'd fruit;
For summers and his pleasures wait on thee,
And, thou away, the very birds are mute;
Or, if they sing,'tis with so dull a cheer
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.
William Shakespear
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezing have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December's bareness every where!
And yet this time removed was summer's time;
The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,
Bearing the wanton burthen of the prime,
Like widowed wombs after their lord's decease:
Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me
But hope of orphans and unfather'd fruit;
For summers and his pleasures wait on thee,
And, thou away, the very birds are mute;
Or, if they sing,'tis with so dull a cheer
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.
William Shakespear
Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess.© O.Wilde
вторник, 13 июля 2004
Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess.© O.Wilde
K nam priejaet novaia guvernantka... ne perenoshu... pochemu staraia uiehala... mi s nei uje bili v drujbe!!! *vshlip*
Menia zastavili "vilezat" ves dom shtob on blistal... shtobi ne "napugat guvernantku"! BOJE! da eie nanimaiut shtob ONA dom vilizivala... a ne ia... Esli mi ei platim pochemu ia doljna polzat po 10 komnatnomu domu na kolenkah? !!!!!
Nenaviju! A kogda mama pokazala na rakovinu s posudoi ia chut ne podavilas... Ia doljna mit posudu?!
Nu da ladno... skoro ona priedet a tak kak mama poiedet na manekur ia doljna budu ei dom pokazivat!
Menia zastavili "vilezat" ves dom shtob on blistal... shtobi ne "napugat guvernantku"! BOJE! da eie nanimaiut shtob ONA dom vilizivala... a ne ia... Esli mi ei platim pochemu ia doljna polzat po 10 komnatnomu domu na kolenkah? !!!!!
Nenaviju! A kogda mama pokazala na rakovinu s posudoi ia chut ne podavilas... Ia doljna mit posudu?!
Nu da ladno... skoro ona priedet a tak kak mama poiedet na manekur ia doljna budu ei dom pokazivat!
Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess.© O.Wilde
Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess.© O.Wilde
Pesnia pram pro menia... dlia teh kto horosho boltaet po Inglishu posmeites... *vhlip*
This Love
I was so high I did not recognize
The fire burning in her eyes
The chaos that controlled my mind
Whispered goodbye and she got on a plane
Never to return again
But always in my heart
This love has taken its toll on me
She said Goodbye too many times before
And her heart is breaking in front of me
I have no choice cause I won't say goodbye anymore
I tried my best to feed her appetite
Keep her coming every night
So hard to keep her satisfied
Kept playing love like it was just a game
Pretending to feel the same
Then turn around and leave again
This love has taken its toll on me
She said Goodbye too many times before
And her heart is breaking in front of me
I have no choice cause I won't say goodbye anymore
I'll fix these broken things
Repair your broken wings
And make sure everything's alright
My pressure on your hips
Sinking my fingertips
Into every inch of you
Cause I know that's what you want me to do
(Chorus x2)
I was so high I did not recognize
The fire burning in her eyes
The chaos that controlled my mind
Whispered goodbye and she got on a plane
Never to return again
But always in my heart
This love has taken its toll on me
She said Goodbye too many times before
And her heart is breaking in front of me
I have no choice cause I won't say goodbye anymore
I tried my best to feed her appetite
Keep her coming every night
So hard to keep her satisfied
Kept playing love like it was just a game
Pretending to feel the same
Then turn around and leave again
This love has taken its toll on me
She said Goodbye too many times before
And her heart is breaking in front of me
I have no choice cause I won't say goodbye anymore
I'll fix these broken things
Repair your broken wings
And make sure everything's alright
My pressure on your hips
Sinking my fingertips
Into every inch of you
Cause I know that's what you want me to do
(Chorus x2)
Вопрос: Ia dura?
| 1. Koneshno! | 1 | (12.5%) | |
| 2. Ne znaiu, ia tebia ne znaiu eshe tak horosho... | 2 | (25%) | |
| 3. Net.. no inogda bivaiut zdvigi... | 2 | (25%) | |
| 4. Koneshno... NET! | 3 | (37.5%) | |
| Всего: | 8 | ||
понедельник, 12 июля 2004
Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess.© O.Wilde
Nu vot... ia vernulas... ne znaiu horosho li eto ili ploho...
Esli chestno priznatsa to ia rada snogo okazatsa v Diary...
Seichas soberaius smenit diz... na shtonibud boleie magkoie... plushevoie...
Ochen soskuchilas po druziam... kak ia bez vas jivu ne znaiu....
Siju pered kompom i dumaiu...
neujeli ia i v pravdu takaia dura...
Mne presnilsia udivitelnii son... kak budto ia vstrechalas s odnim parnem iz moiei shkoli.. no snachala ia ne ponela kto on takoi... potom ia nashla YearBook... i v nem nashla parnia...
Udivitelno ia daje ne znala kak ego zovut... a znaiu ia po imeni pochti vsu shkolu-... che on mne presnilsia?
Kstati.. mne bi ochen hotelos znat... kto chitaet moi dnevnik...
Esli chestno priznatsa to ia rada snogo okazatsa v Diary...
Seichas soberaius smenit diz... na shtonibud boleie magkoie... plushevoie...
Ochen soskuchilas po druziam... kak ia bez vas jivu ne znaiu....
Siju pered kompom i dumaiu...
neujeli ia i v pravdu takaia dura...
Mne presnilsia udivitelnii son... kak budto ia vstrechalas s odnim parnem iz moiei shkoli.. no snachala ia ne ponela kto on takoi... potom ia nashla YearBook... i v nem nashla parnia...
Udivitelno ia daje ne znala kak ego zovut... a znaiu ia po imeni pochti vsu shkolu-... che on mne presnilsia?
Kstati.. mne bi ochen hotelos znat... kto chitaet moi dnevnik...
суббота, 03 июля 2004
Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess.© O.Wilde
четверг, 01 июля 2004
Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess.© O.Wilde
Kak ia uje skazala.. ia sebe pupok prokolola... tak vot... pokashto ia eshe ne uverena nado bilo ili net... prosto mama prokolola i mne skazala shto boiatsa nechego... nu ia i reshilas...
Teper dumaiu pravilno li ia postupila...
Devchenki skajite! Umolaiu!
Teper dumaiu pravilno li ia postupila...
Devchenki skajite! Umolaiu!
понедельник, 28 июня 2004
Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess.© O.Wilde
Menia ubedili prokolot pupok...
Juicie ia ne dumala shto kogdanibud u menia budet piercing a u tebia ego ne budet..
Mas... Ne obijaisia...
Seichas ia esh v shoke... no potom prokomentiruiu shto ia po etomu dumaiu...
Juicie ia ne dumala shto kogdanibud u menia budet piercing a u tebia ego ne budet..
Mas... Ne obijaisia...
Seichas ia esh v shoke... no potom prokomentiruiu shto ia po etomu dumaiu...
Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess.© O.Wilde
ne sudite strogo...
воскресенье, 27 июня 2004
Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess.© O.Wilde
Eshe odin novii PCH!
Chet ia ne ponala... otkuda vi vse valites? U menia shto reklama poevilas???
tak-bivaet!!! PRIVET!!!
Chet ia ne ponala... otkuda vi vse valites? U menia shto reklama poevilas???
tak-bivaet!!! PRIVET!!!
суббота, 26 июня 2004
Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess.© O.Wilde
пятница, 25 июня 2004
Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess.© O.Wilde
Nashla klevuiu kartinku... kak uviju podbodraius!
Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess.© O.Wilde
NU vot! Nachinaetsa!!!
Ia seichas razplachus! Znaete, kajdii raz kak u menia den rojdenie, posle obdea mne stanovitsa durno... tak ploho...
Plakat hochetsa!
*vshlip*
Skuchaiu ia po vse...
Uje skuchaiu...
Ne znaiu kak perejevu!
Ia vas vse lublu!
Kiss*vshlip* Kiss
Ia seichas razplachus! Znaete, kajdii raz kak u menia den rojdenie, posle obdea mne stanovitsa durno... tak ploho...
Plakat hochetsa!
*vshlip*
Skuchaiu ia po vse...
Uje skuchaiu...
Ne znaiu kak perejevu!
Ia vas vse lublu!
Kiss*vshlip* Kiss
Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess.© O.Wilde
POVERIT SEBE NE MOGU!!!! mne uje 15!!!!!!!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
Tak trudno poverit shto proshol tjelii god!
MNe sdelali zamechatelnii podarok na den rojdenia! Novii PCH!!!
Гость. DOBRO POJALOVAT!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
Tak trudno poverit shto proshol tjelii god!
MNe sdelali zamechatelnii podarok na den rojdenia! Novii PCH!!!
Гость. DOBRO POJALOVAT!!!!