I can fly, my friends! © Queen
Итак,мой ПЧ №1, izja!
Не ожидала увидеть вас в нашем захолустье...Чего желаете,мёду или сгущеного молока?
I can fly, my friends! © Queen
ICH MOCHTE DAS UBERHAUPT NICHT!
ICH MOCHTE DAS NICHT!!!
ICH MOCHTE AUFSLAND FAHREN NICHT!!!
NEEEEEEEEEEEEIN!!!!
ICH MOCHTE DAS NICHT!!!
ICH MOCHTE AUFSLAND FAHREN NICHT!!!
NEEEEEEEEEEEEIN!!!!
пятница, 03 октября 2008
I can fly, my friends! © Queen
НУ КТО ПРИДУМАЛ,ЧТО МЫ ДОЛЖНЫ УЧИТСЯ ПО СУББОТАМ?!!!!!
НЕ ХОЧУУУУУУУУ!!!!!!
НЕ ХОЧУУУУУУУУ!!!!!!
I can fly, my friends! © Queen
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I can fly, my friends! © Queen
I can fly, my friends! © Queen
Ну и денечек сегодня...
День учителя-это,конечно святое,но не такой же степени!
Дежурные носились по кабинетам,орали" Сднем Учителя вас!!!!",сорвали нам контру по геометриии....
Ужас,короче...
понедельник, 29 сентября 2008
I can fly, my friends! © Queen
Удивление
Лина и Зел
Оригинально)))
Пока все
Ошибочка,на второй не Зел а Гаури))))
Лина и Зел
Оригинально)))
Пока все
Ошибочка,на второй не Зел а Гаури))))
I can fly, my friends! © Queen
ДАЙРИ НЕ ТОРМОЗИИИИИИИИИИИИИИИИИИ!
I can fly, my friends! © Queen
бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-бла-БЛААААААААААААААААА!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Не обращайте внимание,просто меня прет))))
Не обращайте внимание,просто меня прет))))
I can fly, my friends! © Queen
There's a man over there with a look of surprise
As much as to say well now how about that?
Do I actually see with my own very eyes
A man who's not heard of a Jellicle cat?
What's a Jellicle cat? What's a Jellicle cat?
Jellicle cats meet once a year
At the Jellicle ball where we all rejoice
And the Jellicle leader will soon appear
And make what is known as the Jellicle choice,
When old Deutoronomy just before dawn,
Through a silence you feel
You could cut with a knife
Announces the cat who can now be reborn
And come back to a different Jellicle life.
For waiting up there
Is the heavyside layer
Full of wonders one Jellicle only will see
And Jellicles ask because Jellicle dare
Who will it be? Who will it be?
The Pekes and the Pollicles, everyone knows,
Are proud and implacable passionate foes;
It is always the same, where ever one goes.
And the Pugs and the Poms, although most people say
That they do not like fighting, yet once in a way
They will now and again Join into the fray
Аnd they
CHORUS:
Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark!
MUNKUSTRAP:
Until you can hear them all over the Park.
Now on the occasion of which I shall speak
Almost nothing had happened for nearly a week
(and that’s a long time for a Pol or a Peke).
The big Police Dog away from his beat —
I don’t know the reason, butmost people think
He slipped into the Wellington Arms for a drink —
And no one at all was about on the street
When a Peke and a Pollicle happened to meet.
They did not advance or exactly retreat,
But they glared at each other and scraped their hind feet,
And started to
CHORUS:
Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark!
MUNKUSTRAP:
Until you can hear them all over the park.
Now the Peke, although people may say what they please,
Is no British dog but a heathen Chinse.
And so all the Pekes, when they heard the up-roar,
Some came to the window, some came to the door;
There… surely a dozen more likely a score
And together they started to grumble and wheeze
In their huffey snuffery heathen Chinese.
But a terrible din is what Pollicles like,
Forpollicle dog is a dour Yopkshire tyke.
CHORUS:
There are dogs out of every nation
The Irish, the Welsh and Dane;
The Russian and Dutch, the Dalmation,
And even from China and Spain
The Poodle and Pom, the Alsation
and Mastiff who walks on a chain.
And to those that are frisky and frollical
Let my meaning be perfectly plain; Plain
That my name it is little Tom Pollicle,
And you’d better not do it again.
MUNKUSTRAP:
And his braw Scottish cousins are snappers and biters,
And every dog-jack of them not able fighters;
And so they stepped out, with their pipers in order.
Playing When The Blue Bonnets Came Over the Border.
Then the Pugs and the Poms held no longer aloof,
But some from the balcony some from the roof,
Joined in
To the din
With a
CHORUS:
Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark!
MUNKUSTRAP:
Until you can hear them all over the park.
Now when these bold heroes together assemled,
The traffic stopped and the Underground trembled
And some of the neighbours were so much afraid
That they started to ring up the Fire Brigade.
When suddenly up from the small basement flat,
Why who should stalk out but the GREAT RUMPUSCAT.
His eyes were like fireballs fearfully blazing
He gave a great yawn and his jaws were amazing;
And when he looked out through the bars of the area
You never saw anything fiercer or hairier.
And what with the glare of his eyes and his yawning
The Pekes and the Pollicles quickly took warning,
He looked at the sky and he gave a great leap —
And they every last one of them scattered like sheep.
And when the Police Dog returned to his beat,
There wasn’t a single one left on the street.
Skimbleshanks: The Railway Cat
Skimbleshanks the railway cat,
The cat of the railway train.
There’s a whisper down the line,
At eleven thirty nine,
When the night mail’s ready to depart.
Saying “Skimble, where is Skimble?,
Has he gone to hunt the thimble,
We must find him or the train can’t start.”
All the guards and all the porters,
And the station master’s daughters,
Would be searching high and low.
Saying “Skimble, where is Skimble?
For unless he’s very nimble,
Then the night mail just can’t go”
At eleven forty two
With the signal overdue,
And the passengers all frantic to a man.
That’s when I would appear,
And I’d saunter to the rear,
I’d been busy in the luggage van.
Then he gave one flash of his glass green eyes,
And the signal went “all clear”.
They’d be off at last for the Northern part,
Of the Northern hemisphere.
You could say that by and large,
It was me who was in charge,
Of the sleeping car express.
From the driver and the guards,
To the bagmen playing cards,
I would supervise them all, more or less.
Down the corridor he paces,
And examines all the faces,
Of the travellers in the first and the third.
He establishes control
By a regular patrol,
And he’d know at once if anything occurred.
He would watch you
Without winking,
And he saw what you
Were thinking,
And it’s certain that he didn’t approve,
Of hilarity and riot
So the folks were very quiet,
When Skimble was about and on the move.
You could play no pranks
With Skimbleshanks.
He’s a cat that cannot be ignored.
So nothing went wrong on the Northern mail,
When Skimbleshanks was aboard.
It was very pleasant when
They’d found their little den,
With their name written up on the door.
And the berth was very neat,
With a newly folded sheet,
And not a speck of dust on the floor.
There was every sort of light,
You could make it dark or bright,
And a button you could turn to make a breeze.
And a funny little basin,
You’re supposed to wash your face in,
And a crank to shut the window should you sneeze.
Then the guard looked in politely,
And would ask you very brightly,
“Do you like your morning tea weak or strong?”
But I was just behind him,
And was ready to remind him,
For Skimble won’t let anything go wrong.
When they crept into their cosy berths,
And pulled up the counterpane.
They could all reflect it was very nice,
To know that they wouldn’t be bothered by mice.
They could leave all that to the railway cat.
The cat of the railway train.
In the watches of the night,
I was always fresh and bright.
Every now and then I’d have a cup of tea,
With perhaps a drop of scotch,
While I was keeping on the watch,
Only stopping here and there to catch a flea.
They were fast asleep at Crewe,
And so they never knew,
That I was walking up and down the station.
They were sleeping all the while,
I was busy at Carlisle,
Where I met the station master with elation.
They might see me at Dumfries,
If I summoned the police,
If there was anything they ought to know about.
When they got to Gallowgate,
There they did not have to wait,
For Skimbleshanks would help them to get out.
And he gives you a wave,
Of his long brown tail,
Which says “I’ll see you again”
You’ll meet without fail,
On the midnight mail,
The cat of the railway train.
Memory
Memory, turn your face to the moonlight,
Let your memory lead you,
Open up enter in.
If you find then the meaning of what happiness is,
Then a new life will begin.
Memory, all alone in the moonlight,
I can smile at the old days,
I was beautiful then.
I remember the time I knew what happiness was,
Let the memory live again.
Burnt out ends of smoky days,
The stale cold smell of morning.
The street lamp dies,
Another night is over,
Another day is dawning.
Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise,
I must think of a new life,
And I mustn’t give in.
When the dawn comes tonight will be a memory too,
And a new day will begin.
Sunlight through the trees in summer,
Endless masquerading.
Like a flower as the dawn is breaking,
The memory is fading.
Touch me, it’s so easy to leave me,
All alone with the memory,
Of my days in the sun.
If you touch me you’ll understand what happiness is.
Look a new day has begun.
ОБОЖАЮ!!!!
As much as to say well now how about that?
Do I actually see with my own very eyes
A man who's not heard of a Jellicle cat?
What's a Jellicle cat? What's a Jellicle cat?
Jellicle cats meet once a year
At the Jellicle ball where we all rejoice
And the Jellicle leader will soon appear
And make what is known as the Jellicle choice,
When old Deutoronomy just before dawn,
Through a silence you feel
You could cut with a knife
Announces the cat who can now be reborn
And come back to a different Jellicle life.
For waiting up there
Is the heavyside layer
Full of wonders one Jellicle only will see
And Jellicles ask because Jellicle dare
Who will it be? Who will it be?
The Pekes and the Pollicles, everyone knows,
Are proud and implacable passionate foes;
It is always the same, where ever one goes.
And the Pugs and the Poms, although most people say
That they do not like fighting, yet once in a way
They will now and again Join into the fray
Аnd they
CHORUS:
Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark!
MUNKUSTRAP:
Until you can hear them all over the Park.
Now on the occasion of which I shall speak
Almost nothing had happened for nearly a week
(and that’s a long time for a Pol or a Peke).
The big Police Dog away from his beat —
I don’t know the reason, butmost people think
He slipped into the Wellington Arms for a drink —
And no one at all was about on the street
When a Peke and a Pollicle happened to meet.
They did not advance or exactly retreat,
But they glared at each other and scraped their hind feet,
And started to
CHORUS:
Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark!
MUNKUSTRAP:
Until you can hear them all over the park.
Now the Peke, although people may say what they please,
Is no British dog but a heathen Chinse.
And so all the Pekes, when they heard the up-roar,
Some came to the window, some came to the door;
There… surely a dozen more likely a score
And together they started to grumble and wheeze
In their huffey snuffery heathen Chinese.
But a terrible din is what Pollicles like,
Forpollicle dog is a dour Yopkshire tyke.
CHORUS:
There are dogs out of every nation
The Irish, the Welsh and Dane;
The Russian and Dutch, the Dalmation,
And even from China and Spain
The Poodle and Pom, the Alsation
and Mastiff who walks on a chain.
And to those that are frisky and frollical
Let my meaning be perfectly plain; Plain
That my name it is little Tom Pollicle,
And you’d better not do it again.
MUNKUSTRAP:
And his braw Scottish cousins are snappers and biters,
And every dog-jack of them not able fighters;
And so they stepped out, with their pipers in order.
Playing When The Blue Bonnets Came Over the Border.
Then the Pugs and the Poms held no longer aloof,
But some from the balcony some from the roof,
Joined in
To the din
With a
CHORUS:
Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark!
MUNKUSTRAP:
Until you can hear them all over the park.
Now when these bold heroes together assemled,
The traffic stopped and the Underground trembled
And some of the neighbours were so much afraid
That they started to ring up the Fire Brigade.
When suddenly up from the small basement flat,
Why who should stalk out but the GREAT RUMPUSCAT.
His eyes were like fireballs fearfully blazing
He gave a great yawn and his jaws were amazing;
And when he looked out through the bars of the area
You never saw anything fiercer or hairier.
And what with the glare of his eyes and his yawning
The Pekes and the Pollicles quickly took warning,
He looked at the sky and he gave a great leap —
And they every last one of them scattered like sheep.
And when the Police Dog returned to his beat,
There wasn’t a single one left on the street.
Skimbleshanks: The Railway Cat
Skimbleshanks the railway cat,
The cat of the railway train.
There’s a whisper down the line,
At eleven thirty nine,
When the night mail’s ready to depart.
Saying “Skimble, where is Skimble?,
Has he gone to hunt the thimble,
We must find him or the train can’t start.”
All the guards and all the porters,
And the station master’s daughters,
Would be searching high and low.
Saying “Skimble, where is Skimble?
For unless he’s very nimble,
Then the night mail just can’t go”
At eleven forty two
With the signal overdue,
And the passengers all frantic to a man.
That’s when I would appear,
And I’d saunter to the rear,
I’d been busy in the luggage van.
Then he gave one flash of his glass green eyes,
And the signal went “all clear”.
They’d be off at last for the Northern part,
Of the Northern hemisphere.
You could say that by and large,
It was me who was in charge,
Of the sleeping car express.
From the driver and the guards,
To the bagmen playing cards,
I would supervise them all, more or less.
Down the corridor he paces,
And examines all the faces,
Of the travellers in the first and the third.
He establishes control
By a regular patrol,
And he’d know at once if anything occurred.
He would watch you
Without winking,
And he saw what you
Were thinking,
And it’s certain that he didn’t approve,
Of hilarity and riot
So the folks were very quiet,
When Skimble was about and on the move.
You could play no pranks
With Skimbleshanks.
He’s a cat that cannot be ignored.
So nothing went wrong on the Northern mail,
When Skimbleshanks was aboard.
It was very pleasant when
They’d found their little den,
With their name written up on the door.
And the berth was very neat,
With a newly folded sheet,
And not a speck of dust on the floor.
There was every sort of light,
You could make it dark or bright,
And a button you could turn to make a breeze.
And a funny little basin,
You’re supposed to wash your face in,
And a crank to shut the window should you sneeze.
Then the guard looked in politely,
And would ask you very brightly,
“Do you like your morning tea weak or strong?”
But I was just behind him,
And was ready to remind him,
For Skimble won’t let anything go wrong.
When they crept into their cosy berths,
And pulled up the counterpane.
They could all reflect it was very nice,
To know that they wouldn’t be bothered by mice.
They could leave all that to the railway cat.
The cat of the railway train.
In the watches of the night,
I was always fresh and bright.
Every now and then I’d have a cup of tea,
With perhaps a drop of scotch,
While I was keeping on the watch,
Only stopping here and there to catch a flea.
They were fast asleep at Crewe,
And so they never knew,
That I was walking up and down the station.
They were sleeping all the while,
I was busy at Carlisle,
Where I met the station master with elation.
They might see me at Dumfries,
If I summoned the police,
If there was anything they ought to know about.
When they got to Gallowgate,
There they did not have to wait,
For Skimbleshanks would help them to get out.
And he gives you a wave,
Of his long brown tail,
Which says “I’ll see you again”
You’ll meet without fail,
On the midnight mail,
The cat of the railway train.
Memory
Memory, turn your face to the moonlight,
Let your memory lead you,
Open up enter in.
If you find then the meaning of what happiness is,
Then a new life will begin.
Memory, all alone in the moonlight,
I can smile at the old days,
I was beautiful then.
I remember the time I knew what happiness was,
Let the memory live again.
Burnt out ends of smoky days,
The stale cold smell of morning.
The street lamp dies,
Another night is over,
Another day is dawning.
Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise,
I must think of a new life,
And I mustn’t give in.
When the dawn comes tonight will be a memory too,
And a new day will begin.
Sunlight through the trees in summer,
Endless masquerading.
Like a flower as the dawn is breaking,
The memory is fading.
Touch me, it’s so easy to leave me,
All alone with the memory,
Of my days in the sun.
If you touch me you’ll understand what happiness is.
Look a new day has begun.
ОБОЖАЮ!!!!
пятница, 26 сентября 2008
I can fly, my friends! © Queen
Дайри,не тормози,сникерсни!!!!!!
I can fly, my friends! © Queen
Идиотка.
Кретинка.
ДА ТЕОРЕМА РЕШАЛАСЬ С ПОЛПИНКА!!!!
хорошо еще Ольга Анатольевна подсказала...
ОЛЬГА АНАТОЛЬЕВНА,ВЫ САМАЯ-САМАЯ!!!!!!
Кретинка.
ДА ТЕОРЕМА РЕШАЛАСЬ С ПОЛПИНКА!!!!
хорошо еще Ольга Анатольевна подсказала...
ОЛЬГА АНАТОЛЬЕВНА,ВЫ САМАЯ-САМАЯ!!!!!!
четверг, 25 сентября 2008
I can fly, my friends! © Queen
Лина в платье:
Мило:
Лина и Зелгадис.
Жесть)))
В лесу
Говорят же,что разбудить принцессу может лишь поцелуй суженого)))
Обнимашки)))
А говорили еще что Лина-Дажедра...Она же натуральный дракон!)))
I can fly, my friends! © Queen
Скажите,прелесть?!
а если не скажете,то фаерболбашка вам будет,гы....
понедельник, 22 сентября 2008
I can fly, my friends! © Queen
Что-то клубится в воздухе.
Какая-то сила заставляет время течь медленнее,заставляет жизнь замереть...
Как же такое случилось?
* * *
У автора бред первой степени при температуре 39.....
Какая-то сила заставляет время течь медленнее,заставляет жизнь замереть...
Как же такое случилось?
* * *
У автора бред первой степени при температуре 39.....
воскресенье, 21 сентября 2008
I can fly, my friends! © Queen
ПЛИИИИН,БОЛЕЮ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ЩА СДОХНУ......
Горло болит((((
ЩА СДОХНУ......
Горло болит((((
пятница, 19 сентября 2008
I can fly, my friends! © Queen
Сломалась дверь,пишу с мобилы!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Когда это кончится?!
Уже с 4 сижу!!!!
Когда это кончится?!
Уже с 4 сижу!!!!
воскресенье, 14 сентября 2008
I can fly, my friends! © Queen
Пришло что то на ум,но уже все давно позабылось.....
Ух ты,а графоманство из меня так и прет)))))
Ух ты,а графоманство из меня так и прет)))))
I can fly, my friends! © Queen
ГДЕ МОЖНО СКАЧАТЬ 2ОЙ И 3ИЙ СЕЗОН SLAYERS?!
I can fly, my friends! © Queen
И вот я здесь,на этом потрясающем сайте!
Даааааа,тут есть где развернуться!!!
Надеюсь что мне тут понравится.....
А может и нет......
Даааааа,тут есть где развернуться!!!
Надеюсь что мне тут понравится.....
А может и нет......