لی لی

leilei — Mon, 23 Mar 2009 12:11:57 GMT

تصمیم گرفته ام عرفان زده بشم.
خسته شدم از بس هیچی واسم اهمیت نداره.

leilei — Mon, 23 Mar 2009 11:23:38 GMT

ای دنت کاشکی هیچوقت تموم نشی...

leilei — Mon, 23 Mar 2009 09:39:25 GMT

Idea-forming dame
with your answers rigid
contemptuous nuisance
malicious logic
you're a disgrace
a letdown
"respect my authorita!"l

leilei — Thu, 19 Feb 2009 08:07:18 GMT

یکی از دوستام که لره میگفت که لرها وقتی میخوان نفرین کنن یکیو ، از طریق اون به خدا و اماما فحش میدن مثلا مامان همین دوستم میگه "ای گه احمد تو خدا"(حالا به زبون خودشون)...بعد حالا با این که گه تو کون خدا رفته، این احمده که باهاس شاکی بشه بگه "إ! چرا؟ مگه من چیکار کردم؟"

leilei — Sun, 08 Feb 2009 06:38:51 GMT

همیشه برای معلماتون شکلات بخرین!!!نمیدونین چقد خوشحال میشن!...جووووووونم....مرسی واسه اپریشیی یه یشن!!!!!!!!!!ووووووووووووای خدا من چقد بی جنبه ام:دی

leilei — Sun, 25 Jan 2009 11:57:14 GMT

کاش هر روز با تو فارغ التحصیل میشدم.

leilei — Mon, 12 Jan 2009 11:53:18 GMT

این دفعه دیگه بلس این دیسگایز نیست...همه ی اون چیزی که همیشه ازش میترسیدم داره به سرم میاد..یعنی اومد...ایتس اوور
بارتلبی...

leilei — Fri, 31 Oct 2008 16:27:47 GMT

از یک مشهدی بشنوید:
عاقبت گرگ زاده گرگ شود
به این مشهدی ها اعتماد نکنین!

oh...phallus

leilei — Sun, 17 Aug 2008 22:48:18 GMT

On the calm black water where the stars are sleeping
White Ophelia floats like a great lily;
Floats very slowly, lying in her long veils...
- In the far-off woods you can hear them sound the mort.

For more than a thousand years sad Ophelia
Has passed, a white phantom, down the long black river.
For more than a thousand years her sweet madness
Has murmured its ballad to the evening breeze.

The wind kisses her breasts and unfolds in a wreath
Her great veils rising and falling with the waters;
The shivering willows weep on her shoulder,
The rushes lean over her wide, dreaming brow.

The ruffled water-lilies are sighing around her;
At times she rouses, in a slumbering alder,
Some nest from which escapes a small rustle of wings;
- A mysterious anthem falls from the golden stars.

O pale Ophelia! beautiful as snow!
Yes child, you died, carried off by a river!
- It was the winds descending from the great mountains of Norway
That spoke to you in low voices of better freedom.

It was a breath of wind, that, twisting your great hair,
Brought strange rumors to your dreaming mind;
It was your heart listening to the song of Nature
In the groans of the tree and the sighs of the nights;

It was the voice of mad seas, the great roar,
That shattered your child's heart, too human and too soft;
It was a handsome pale knight, a poor madman
Who one April morning sate mute at your knees!

Heaven! Love! Freedom! What a dream, oh poor crazed Girl!
You melted to him as snow does to a fire;
Your great visions strangled your words
- And fearful Infinity terrified your blue eye!

- And the poet says that by starlight
You come seeking, in the night, the flowers that you picked
And that he has seen on the water, lying in her long veils
White Ophelia floating, like a great lily.

Arthur Rimbaud

leilei — Tue, 12 Aug 2008 11:50:18 GMT

دیشب فیلمی دیدم تحت عنوان August Rush که البته به هیچکس توصیه نمیکنمش. یه سکانسی داره که مامان آگوست معلم موسیقیه و داره از شاگردش میپرسه این آهنگ مال کیه و با دهنش آهنگ "برای الیزه" ی بتهوون رو میزنه...دارا را را را را را را رااااا...چون مامانه خیلی جان و خوشگله رفتم آمارشو از آی.ام.دی.بی در آرم که دیدم در قسمت ساوند ترک خانم نوشته شده:

August Rush(2007)(Performer:"Fur Elise") :D

به جان خودم!!!!!!!