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[Sep. 9th, 2009|09:36 am] |
Kā reiz dziedāja lieliskais mūziķis: i`ve been having wicked thoughts, terribly wicked - selfish and cruel.
Un tad man ir Floridas citronu pīrāgs, nu, tāds, kurš nav jāgriež gabaliņos, bet gan, kurā es viena pati drīkstu ņemt un iekosties jebkurā stūrī. |
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[Sep. 9th, 2009|11:35 pm] |
iedomājieties! Tas taivāniešu frešmeņstudents, tipa, "I like to read foreign novels.
I Concerned about the trend", kuram postcrossingā aizsūtīju pastkarti ar plikpupainu beibi (zīmētu, bet tomēr...), atsūtīja man sekojošu ziņu:
"hello, i am Johnson. i like to know the different culture in different country. i also like the art. there are a few thing of art in my country. could you tell me some history? thank you very much."
different culture, art, like, history, tell me. džīzasfakinkraist, ic sou hilērias! |
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