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BassPaul: Я (да я думаю многие) хотят хорошо знать английский язык. Как правило, знание теории ещё ничего не означает, ведь помимо того, чтобы её знать, её надо уметь применять. А для этого нужна практика, а её обычно не хватает. Вообщем, идея этого клуба заключается в том, что здесь мы будем общаться только на английском... собственно можно даже выделить этот клуб (если мою идею поддержат) в отдельную динию и там создавать темы и т.д... Более опытные будут поправлять менее опытных. Ведь когда учишь кого-то то и твои знания укрепляются, улучшаются. Как вы думаете?
McCashka: BassPaul So , and what do you want me to tell you?
McCashka: There is a very good saying : "Don't trouble troubles until troubles trouble you"
Yuko: McCashka Good!!!
Yuko: I have never heard this proverb....
Yuko: Well...I want to worn you...I'm very bad in grammar!!!
McCashka: Yuko Thanks
McCashka: Yuko Really? Me too
Yuko: McCashka I'm not the one!!!
McCashka: Yuko You should say: "I'm not the only one"
Yuko: McCashka Сertainly....
Yuko: McCashka But...Is it mistake to say "I'm not the one"?
McCashka: Придется по-русски объяснить . Просто есть такое устойчивое словосочетание в английском языке: "Only one", что означает "Единственный". Оно как раз подходит к той фразе, которую ты хотела сказать:"Я не одна (не единственная)". А насчет "I'm not the one", я не уверенна, что так можно сказать
Yuko: McCashka Спаибо, что исправляешь мои ошибки! Как и завещал BassPaul.
McCashka: Yuko You're welcome!
BassPaul: its flood... ... I think we can do it... but I'm wrong...
Maccarock: Лично я в таких случаях ссылаюсь на "проверенные" песни: "You may say I'm a dreamer, But I'm not the only one"
Yuko: BassPaul Tnen offer the theme for conversatin!!!
BassPaul: never mind...
McCashka: Here some english humor. Enjoy: A guy was smoking a cigarette. Another guy comes up to him and asks, "Do you have an extra cigarette?" The first guy looks at the box and reads that it contains20 cigarettes. He counts all the cigarettes in his box and says,"Nope, don't got any extra cigarettes".
McCashka: And another one: A waiter asks a man, “May I take your order, sir?” “Yes,” the man replies. “I’m just wondering, exactly how do you prepare your chickens?” “Nothing special, sir. We just tell them straight out that they’re going to die.”
McCashka: Sorry for this
McCashka: And the last one, for today : A woman sat on a plane heading for New York, when the pilot annouces that because of difficulties with the plane's engines, he must make an emergency landing. The woman, fearing that this may be the end of her life looks over to a man sitting next to her and rips her shirt and bra off, and throws herself on him. "Make me feel like a woman again!" she screamed. So the man rips his shirt off and hands it to her. "Here you go, you crazy bitch, iron this."
Yuko:
SunnySmile: I saw this topic just today, and I think it is a good idea, to use English! I like to speak foreign languages! Especially English! By the way, McCashka, I can`t understand this joke. Explain, please.
Maccarock: SunnySmile How many languages do you speak? Unfortunately, I'm not sure that McCashka is attending our forum these days, so I'll try to explain you this joke myself like I understand it. In my opinion, these man and woman have different ways in understanding male treatment to women. Woman considers it like a romantic love/sex thing, man thinks that a woman was made to clean, wash and use iron. And he gave this opportunity to her to satisfact her female wish
SunnySmile: Maccarock Thanks for explain. So, I learn English all my life and speak well for my age. At the last year I have been in Spain. So, I know some words in Spanish. I can tell about my self and be understood in shop or restaurant. Now I`m started to learn French. I have already been in Paris and I dream for live there (By the way, my boyfriend lives there ). So, I learn French by my self. I use a text-book for 3-years old children.
Maccarock: SunnySmile пишет: my boyfriend lives there Oh yeaaahhhh... Don't loose this great opportunity!!! Paris is great!! I'd love to be there sometime! And what about French? Is it easier than English or not?
SunnySmile: Maccarock пишет: Oh yeaaahhhh... Don't loose this great opportunity!!! It`s not so funny as you think. We can`t see each other so long time. I miss him so much... About French: It`s easy to understand writing-system, but talk with people and understand them...
Maccarock: Oh sorry! I didn't mean to hurt your feelings! I wish you to see him again !!
SunnySmile: Don`t worry, I`m all right. Thank you. I hope we will meet again sometime. But, if we can`t I always can go to " Wait for me" program.
Maccarock: "Wait for me" rules!!! I'm sure, everything will be great!
SunnySmile: Let change the theme. What we can talk about in this topic?
Maccarock: Well.. I dunno It's up to you. We can discuss something you're interesting in this time. Or perhaps about studing English.
Sally G: hello everybody It's a nice thread... how comes i've never seen it before? Well... i love english I use it quite often and Paul's songs help me a lot to learn it. Speaking of french, i think it's much harder to study than english. For me it's very difficult to understand frenchmen - they speak too fast!
SunnySmile: Sally G пишет: For me it's very difficult to understand frenchmen - they speak too fast! How often do you speak with frenchmen? I think frenchmen thinks: " it`s very difficult to understand Russian". By the way, do you speak French?
Sally G: Well, i spoke to frenchmen 4 times in my life and i hardly got what they were talking about. In fact my french is awful. I knew it quite good before, but then i lost interest in it.
SunnySmile: And I`m real interested to learn French. But my mother said: "Learn English! It`s international language!" So... I speak with french-man by phone every week. But he always use English. And it`s always sounds like this: "blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-OK?" Yes, frenchmen speaks too fast.
Maccarock: SunnySmile Your frenchman speaks English fast too? Maybe it's their national feature They live above Italy and near Spain. Close connections...
SunnySmile: Ha-ha Sounds lovely: " my frenchman" I`ll call him like this. Maybe fast-speaking it's their national feature, and maybe phone-connecting is not very cheap...
Maccarock: I know where is the cheapest phone connection in the world - in the USA. Only for two dollars you can speak with Russia during almost an hour. In EU it is twice as cheap than in Russia. But I guess among former SU countries we've got the cheapest phone calls.
michelle: We have composed this lymerics last night :) 1. There was a small girl from the Kent, Who didn't know what means "to be band"; She said to the green cat "Hi" And went with her to the sky... She'll never come back, that girl from the Kent. 2. There was a funny boy from Petersburg, Who order (to) his sister to become a dog. And now, when the sun rise, He takes a bone like prize And goes with sister for a walk. 3. The girl from the West liked to sing, But the neighbors didn't like these things; One day she understood - "I'm in a rut" And flew away on her wings. 4. The successful man From the long orange train Went to the capital to work by his brain; Suddenly he made a solution, "We must have a revolution" - Whispered that man from the colorful train. 5. There was a strong graceful deer, But (That's a piety) he had a leer: When he saw the gun, He tried to run, But it couldn't save a poor deer. 6. There was a hermit from the cave, Who liked to swim in the sea wave, He enjoyed out of a bark And didn't notice the shark... Nobody knows where is the hermit's grave. 7. There was a modest girl from the famous corporation, Who grew without necessary edification; "You are the best person" - With the face in red blossom She said to the blushing reflection. ))))))))))))))))))))))
Sally G: Those lyrics are very nice But there is one thing i'm confused with - i think the word "Kent" should go without an article;) Am i wrong?
michelle: I think you're right, but let it be LICENTIA POETICA
Sally G: ok, let it be:)
michelle: And not "this", but "these" lymerics, I suppose)
Sally G: yeah, you're right;) And i've never heard the word "lymerics"... Maybe "lyrics" is correct?
Maccarock: I guess "lymericks" is correct. A limerick is a five-line poem with a strict meter, popularized by Edward Lear. The rhyme scheme is usually "A-A-B-B-A", with a rather rigid meter. The first, second, and fifth lines are three metrical feet; the third and fourth two metrical feet. The foot used is usually the amphibrach, a stressed syllable between two unstressed ones. However, it can be considered an anapestic foot, two short syllables and then a long, the reverse of dactyl rhythm. However, many substitutions are common. The first line traditionally introduces a person and a location, and usually ends with the name of the location, though sometimes with that of the person. A true limerick is supposed to have a kind of twist to it. This may lie in the final line, or it may lie in the way the rhymes are often intentionally tortured, or in both. Though not a strict requirement, many limericks additionally show some form of internal rhyme, often alliteration, sometimes assonance or another form of rhyme. The form was popularised by Edward Lear, who has been grandiloquently dubbed "The Poet Laureate of the Limerick", in his A Book of Nonsense (1845) and a later work (1872) on the same theme. In all Lear wrote 212 limericks, mostly aimed towards nonsense. In his time limericks accompanied an illustration on the same subject, and the final line of the limerick was a kind of conclusion, which usually was a variant of the first, ending in the same word. This is different from the punchline or twist of the modern limerick, that usually has a proper rhyme. Since Lear's limericks are the best-known examples of the classical limerick, and since these poems were not yet called "Limericks", some have retroactively named them Learics, as they are not true limericks in the modern sense of the word. The Book Of Nonsense
Sally G: Thanks for that article I didn't know many of those facts.
Maccarock: THE OWL WHO WAS GOD Once upon a starless midnight there was an owl who sat on the branch of an oak tree. Two ground moles tried to slip if quietly by, unnoticed. "You!" said the owl. "Who?" they replied, in fear and astonishment, for they could not believe it was possible for anyone to see them in thick darkness. "You two," said the owl. The moles hurried away and told the other creatures of the field and forest that the owl was the greatest and wisest of all animals because he could see in the dark and because he could answer any question. "I'll see about that," said a secretary bird, and he called on the owl one night when it was again very dark. "How many claws am I holding up?" said the secretary bird. "Two," said the owl, and that was right. "Can you give me another expression for 'that is to say' or 'namely'?" asked the secretary bird. "To wit," said the owl. "Why does a lover call on his love?" asked the secretary bird. "To woo," said the owl. The secretary bird hastened back to the other creatures and reported that the owl was indeed the greatest and wisest animal in the world because he could see in the dark and because he could answer any question. "Can he see in the daytime too?" asked a red fox. "Yes," echoed a dormouse and a French poodle. "Can he see in the daytime too?" All the other creatures laughed loudly at this silly question, and they set upon the red fox and his friends and drove them out of the region. Then they sent a messenger to the owl and asked him to be their leader. When the owl appeared among the animals it was high noon and the sun was shining brightly. He walked very slowly, which gave him an appearance of great dignity, and he peered about him with large staring eyes, which gave him an air of tremendous importance. "He's God!" screamed a Plymouth Rock hen. And the others took up the cry "He's God!" So they followed him wherever he went and when he began to bump into things they began to bump into things, too. Finally he came to a concrete highway and he started up the middle of it. And all the other creatures followed him. Presently a hawk who was acting as pitrider, observed a truck coming toward them at fifty miles an hour, and he reported to the secretary bird and the secretary bird reported to the owl. "There's danger ahead," said the secretary bird. "To wit?" said the owl. The secretary bird told him. "Aren't you afraid?" he asked. "Who?" said the owl calmly, for he could not see the truck. "He's God!" cried all the creatures again, and they were still crying "He's God!" when the truck hit them and ran them down. Some of the animals were merely injured, but most of them, including the owl, were killed. Moral: You can fool too many of the people too much of the time. "SORRY, MY FAULT" There are some people, who just cannot admit - or even see - that they may possibly be at fault. In England, however, most people have moral courage and they have learnt the formula: "I'm sorry, my fault". They insist upon it. You must not argue and say that it was your fault because they get very angry. Once in North London I saw two cars collide and smash up each other's wings. Both drivers jumped out of their seats, shouting, "Sorry, it's my fault!" Neither of them even looked at the smashed wings and broken lamps, but a sharp quarrel ensued as to whose fault it was, each claiming the absolute and exclusive responsibility for himself. These magic words, "Sorry, my fault", are really abused. The idea is this: what can people do to such a decent, straightforward, open-hearted chap who always declares that everything is his fault? He arrives at his office half an hour late. He does not tell tales about traffic jams and trains being late, oven if one of these was in fact the sole reason for his delay. He says: "Sorry, it is my fault. I overslept." Of course, it is manly, decent and right to take the blame if you have committed a mistake. But many people seem to think that it is even more manly and decent if you are as innocent as a newly born lamb. It shows that you are not only human - well, you commit mistakes - but also courageous and honest. Criticism is silenced. One cannot quarrel with a man who says it is his fault, insists upon this arid proclaims it with pride. I think religion is to a great extent to blame for this. Many types of religion teach us that we may do as we like and get away with it provided that on certain days or occasions we duly and sincerely repent. I believe that a man can improve; but no one can improve retrospectively. You may be a more decent chap now than you were in the past; but you cannot be a more decent man in the past than you really were. Nothing that was said can be unsaid, nothing that has been done can be undone. You may call your wife a silly cow on Tuesday and the only treasure in your lonely life on Wednesday. But you cannot explain to her on Wednesday that, when you called her a silly cow the day before, you really meant to say she was the only treasure in your lonely life. You may try, of course, but only eighty per cent of women 7 will believe you! In saying all this, I do not wish to hurt anybody's religious feelings. If I have, I am very sorry. My fault. THE FOX AND THE CROW A crow, perched in a tree with a piece of cheese in his beak, attracted the eye and nose of a fox. "If you can sing as prettily as you sit," said the fox, "then you are the prettiest singer within my scent and sight." The fox had read somewhere and somewhere, and somewhere else, that praising the voice of a crow with a cheese in his beak would make him drop the cheese and sing. But this is not what happened to this particular crow in this particular case. "They say you are sly and they say you are crazy," said the crow, having carefully removed the cheese from his beak with the claws of one foot, "but you must be nearsighted as well. Warblers wear gay hats and colored jackets and bright vests, and they are a dollar a hundred. I wear black and I am unique." He began nibbling the cheese, dropping not a single crumb. "I am sure you are," said the fox, who was neither crazy nor nearsighted, but sly. "I recognize you, now that I look more closely, as the most famed and talented of all birds, and I fain would hear you tell about yourself, but I am hungry and must go." "Tarry awhile," said the crow quickly, "and share my lunch with me." Whereupon he tossed the cunning fox the lion's share of the cheese, and began to tell about himself. "A ship that sails without a crow's nest sails to doom," he said. "Bars may come and bars may go, but crow bars last for ever. I am the pioneer of flight, I am the map maker. Last, but never least, my flight is known to scientists and engineers, geometrists and scholars, as the shortest distance between two points. Any two points," he concluded arrogantly. "Oh, every two points, I am sure," said the fox. "And thank you for the lion's share of what I know you could not spare." And with this he trotted away into the woods, his appetite appeased, leaving the hungry crow parched forlornly in the tree. Moral: 'Twas true in Aesop's time, and La Fontaine's and now, No one else can praise thee quite so well as thou.
SunnySmile: Hmm... I read just first story about owl (but I'm going to read others). Very interesting. Do you know popular russian joke about boy in kid's house? Woman asked him: what is your name? He said: Maximka! Woman asked: who do you want to be? He said: cosmonaut! Woman think: He is so clever boy! Then she took boy home. When she asked again: what is your name? He said: Maximka! Woman asked: how old are you? He said: cosmonaut!
SunnySmile: Yesterday I went for a walk with one boy and his friend. We had visited child's camp together in 2003. He asked me: What kind of music do you like? I said: Elvis Presley, The Beatles etc... His friend was surprised: Ha! For what do you listen them? You can't understand anything! I was so angry!!! How can he make his mind about me! We never communicated before! Rrrrr... Hate people like this. Excuse me. Feelings...
michelle: SunnySmile пишет: You can't understand anything! He believes you're stupid :) Take it easy, we know the truth!
Sally G: Don’t worry! You know, every time people hear that my favourite band is the Beatles, they’re so surprised! They really don’t understand why I prefer this kind of music. I feel sorry for them. Isn’t it ok to listen to the music that brings you joy? Maybe it’s not modern music, but what of it if so?
Maccarock: SunnySmile Very funny joke!!! Unfortunally, lots of people think that we are not suppose to listen to foreign music just because we can't understand anything. But on one hand somebody do understand, like you, for instance. And on the other hand we listen to the music first of all. Music doesn't have a nationality. Don't pay too much attention to stupied people. :)
Maccarock: *** Two blondes were driving along a road by a wheat field when they saw a blonde in the middle of the field rowing a row boat. The driver blonde turned to her friend and said "You know - it's blondes like that that give us a bad name!" To this, the other blonde replies "I know it, and if I knew how to swim, I'd go out there and drown her." *** A man walked into a therapist's office looking very depressed. "Doc, you've got to help me. I can't go on like this." "What's the problem?" the doctor inquired. "Well, I'm 35 years old and I still have no luck with the ladies. No matter how hard I try, I just seem to scare them away." "My friend, this is not a serious problem. You just need to work on your self-esteem. Each morning, I want you to get up and run to the bathroom mirror. Tell yourself that you are a good person, a fun person, and an attractive person. But say it with real conviction. Within a week you'll have women buzzing all around you." The man seemed content with this advice and walked out of the office a bit excited. Three weeks later he returned with the same downtrodden expression on his face. "Did my advice not work?" asked the doctor. "It worked alright. For the past several weeks I've enjoyed some of the best moments in my life with the most fabulous looking women." "So, what's your problem?" "I don't have a problem," the man replied. "My wife does."
michelle:
Maccarock: Life: Explained A boat docked in a tiny Mexican village. An American tourist complimented the Mexican fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took him to catch them. "Not very long," answered the Mexican. "But then, why didn't you stay out longer and catch more?" asked the American. The Mexican explained that his small catch was sufficient to meet his needs and those of his family. The American asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?" "I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, and take a siesta with my wife. In the evenings, I go into the village to see my friends, have a few drinks, play the guitar, and sing a few songs. I have a full life." The American interrupted, "I have an MBA from Harvard and I can help you! You should start by fishing longer every day. You can then sell the extra fish you catch. With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger boat." "And after that?" asked the Mexican. "With the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second one and a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet of trawlers. Instead of selling your fish to a middle man, you can then negotiate directly with the processing plants and maybe even open your own plant. You can then leave this little village and move to Mexico City, Los Angeles, or even New York City! From there you can direct your huge new enterprise." "How long would that take?" asked the Mexican. "Twenty, perhaps twenty-five years," replied the American. "And after that?" "Afterwards? Well my friend, that's when it gets really interesting," answered the American, laughing. "When your business gets really big, you can start buying and selling stocks and make millions!" "Millions? Really? And after that?" asked the Mexican. "After that you'll be able to retire, live in a tiny village near the coast, sleep late, play with your children, catch a few fish, take a siesta with your wife and spend your evenings drinking and enjoying your friends." And the moral of this story is: ......... Know where you're going in life... you may already be there.
Maccarock: Yo Mama Is So Fat Yo Mamma is so fat, she don't take pictures, she takes posters Yo Mamma is so fat, she has to put on lipstick with a paint-roller Yo Mamma is so fat, her baby pictures were taken by satellite Yo Mamma is so fat, she needed her ears pierced with a harpoon Yo Mamma is so fat, she has her own zip code --------------------------------------------------------------- Твоя мамочка такая толстая Твоя мамочка такая толстая, что с ней получаются не фотографии, а плакаты Твоя мамочка такая толстая, что красит губы малярным валиком Твоя мамочка такая толстая, что её детские фотографии были сняты из космоса Твоя мамочка такая толстая, что прокалывает уши гарпуном Твоя мамочка такая толстая, что у неё есть свой собственный почтовый индекс
michelle: These are such cruel words to say to a woman...
Maccarock: It's a man's world :))
Rose_Of_Jericho: Why don't we have a chat in English? :)
macca_girl: If you want, I'm always ready!
Rose_Of_Jericho: Well, thanks! :) What shall we begin with?
macca_girl: Do you ever have a friend from other country?
Rose_Of_Jericho: Well... I have several friends on YouTube, and we do communicate, but I wouldn't call this friendship... And how about you?
macca_girl: i had some friend from france, england and czechia, but not so long. I have a friend from Sri-Lanka. we're friends since winter but now he has a problem with internet
Rose_Of_Jericho: Did you exchange messages in English with your French friend? The French are said to dislike the English language... maybe that's not true...
macca_girl: i spoke in english. he gonna work in UK, so he know english very well
macca_girl: and czech girl learn russian so i tried to teach her a little. it's a pity that she don't write me anymore
Rose_Of_Jericho: Why was she learning Russian? I am just curious:)
macca_girl: why? does she can't?
Rose_Of_Jericho: Of course she can, but it's just interesting. Maybe she has some Russian ancestors...
macca_girl: i don't know. it's hardly possible
Rose_Of_Jericho: Why not, we are all mixed blood, after all...
macca_girl: maybe, but it's not a reason to learn it
Rose_Of_Jericho: Why not, there are for example many people in our university who want to learn Hebrew because they are Jewish... And as for me, I wouldn't mind to learn Moldavian or Gypsy language...
macca_girl: because they're juwish. well, it's joke. i undestand, but i mean the blood can(but don't must) be a reason
Rose_Of_Jericho: macca_girl пишет: because they're juwish. well, it's joke. :)) Yes, that's not obligatory... but still may be) And what do you think, in which way communication with foreign people is different from commubication with people here?
macca_girl: it's hard to speak quickly and much. and we know each other not so well so we can't speak about everyday problems. and different countries have different interests and knowlege. for example, i can't speak with my friend from sri-lanka about beatles, movies and so on, because he don't know any of them.
Rose_Of_Jericho: Yes, I agree with all you've just said. And sometimes they think of Russia as of an exotic land:) That makes me feel a bit funny...
macca_girl: asian don't think so. but europian- do. well, its all from economic. anyway, we think about some europian contries with so much stereotypes. and so they also do
Rose_Of_Jericho: Concerning Asian, I don't know... But European and also American and Latin American do. Once a Brazilian asked me for some photos of Russian landscapes and maybe other interesting things...
macca_girl: and what? it's normal. we have different nature. and it's not mean they think we are strange
Rose_Of_Jericho: Yes, it's quite normal... And how did you find these friends? (IF THIS IS NOT A SECRET)
macca_girl: on one foreign site. i don't remember now.
Rose_Of_Jericho: That's good... I've got registered at a foreign forum just today:) And I've found people on YouTube, they're mostly Paul and Wings fans.
macca_girl: i've registred on paul official site and one time i wrote there
Rose_Of_Jericho: Yes? Of course I've visited this site and also the forum but did not register. But the forum's good, very detailed.
macca_girl: i don't like forums with so much users. there's no friendship. but i came there to dissuade paul to go to Israel
Rose_Of_Jericho: Why did you want to dissuade Paul to go to Israel? Because of the war?
macca_girl: because of the terract that would be on consert
Rose_Of_Jericho: Oh, thank God, everything was alright! And do you think that one cannot find friends on a large forum, like beatles.ru? It is possible still...
macca_girl: it's possible and i've found Lisa and Sveta, but i friend with them because we have small forum
Rose_Of_Jericho: I've found this forum because of Sveta's site, and not beatles.ru, but beatles.ru helped me to find Sonyeric, and Magness_Makoyana, and some more people... by the way, we also have a forum, and I invite everyone: http://lennonandharrisonforum.mybb.ru/
macca_girl: oh...it reminds me of strauberry forum. i won't go there and some people have gone from strawbery to that forum, that's why strawberry is died
Rose_Of_Jericho: macca_girl пишет: oh...it reminds me of strauberry forum. i won't go there Well, as you like! :) macca_girl пишет: and some people have gone from strawbery to that forum, that's why strawberry is died Who? JWL?
macca_girl: and girl from 60s. i think, she made herself forum and has gone frome us. and take jwl with herself
Rose_Of_Jericho: Ah... But she does not appear now... since I came I never saw her online. And JWL is there, yes.
macca_girl: girl from 60s is very changeable. I'm offended on them a little
Rose_Of_Jericho: macca_girl пишет: girl from 60s is very changeable. Really? I did not know. And I won't appear here for some time because I am leaving for the countryside. I do not know when I am going to have Internet there...
macca_girl: It's not a trouble. session is closer, and then the summer, therefore many of us will leave, as me also
Rose_Of_Jericho: Well, then we shall see each other after the summer:)
macca_girl: i'll come to internet a couple times in a month to justify the paid money ))
Rose_Of_Jericho: Oh, yes, that's right
Sally G: macca_girl пишет: i don't like forums with so much users. there's no friendship. Oh, me too. But I still think it's possible to find friends on a large forum. Actually I've met some really good people on pm.com. Rose_Of_Jericho пишет: by the way, we also have a forum, and I invite everyone thanks a lot, but I suppose I'll have no time to write there...
zvenit: Sally G пишет: I'll have no time to write there... Yeah, the only problem is that there's no enough time to be in a few places at once. While you're on one forum, you spend a lot of time reading all messages there and answering.. I'll get internet again in a couple of weeks, as soon as my exams are over that's just because I'm not good at controlling myself in spending time on internet.
Sally G: zvenit Good luck with your exams and get back as soon as you can :)
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