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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2009 16:05:33 GMT 2
Lost: my old metallik Wolf who adorned my bag. ( Found: an old Opeth cd. But my Wolf...
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Post by Heer E. Tik on Apr 30, 2009 0:07:32 GMT 2
Sad to hear about your Wolf, Walkyrie... an old one like that with personal meanings attached to it is irreplaceable, especially when it's your favorite animal representation.
Lost: My sanity. Has anyone seen it? Found: The holy Grail! ;D (I'd say it's a good trade off)
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2009 19:40:19 GMT 2
I have found my sanity which seemed to be lost, Hjalagh, and l think l've seen yours there too...twas asking directions to get bakk home! ;D The ,,whorry Grrrrr....ale"? Neaaah, loose it! Find something else... example: a solution to bridge the gap called Atlantic and come here to have some palinka. Btw: l found someone who can sell me. I have also found my good paint brushes and l'm happy!
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Post by Heer E. Tik on May 4, 2009 5:01:03 GMT 2
Find something else... example: a solution to bridge the gap called Atlantic and come here to have some palinka. Found: incredible energy reserves to drill a tunnel under the Atlantic Though maybe I should simply start digging a hole in the ground and fall into it, like Alice down the rabbit hole, and help myself to some jam while I fall (and beer, since it's my story now! ;D), and end up on the other side of the globe, somewhere on the Danube perhaps? But if everything is upside down on that side of the world, I should be careful not to spill my palinka as I walk on my hands, and guard the drink most carefully from the crowd of thirsty antipodes.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2009 8:41:51 GMT 2
Oh, Lewis Caroll twisted our minds when we were young.. ;D I'd say you do it realistic:take a flight to UK, cross the Channel to France and experience the already drilled thing ;D , then go as you wish in Germany, jump on a ship on Danube and sail until you see me with a pack of bottles waving at ya! WE SHALL NOT SPILL A DROP!!!!
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Post by Nordis on May 11, 2009 22:34:55 GMT 2
I've completely lost five or more bottles of contact lens fluid. It's almost supernatural, they just aren't nowhere to be found. The bottles are about the size of a 0,5l soda bottle so they aren't that small plus they all were in their own cardboard boxes. I've almost literally turned our apartment upside down two times and checked several places almost ten times but they just aren't anywhere. I've even looked behind the toilet seat, inside the sofa and from the top of our really high kitchen cupboards. There's no square centimeter in our apt where they could be, yet it wouldn't make any sense that I would store them anywhere else. I also checked our storage cage at storage building next to our house and I even checked some suitcases at my dad's house where I had carried the fluids a few months before. This isn't the first time when I've lost something completely. When I was about 14 my mom was cleaning the house for a family party and she put about 30 Nintendo games "somewhere" from our living room and *poof*, I haven't seen them since. I've looked all over the house for them several times but they are completely lost. It's just the same as with the contact lens fluids: no-one can't recall where on earth they could be. There must be some curse upon me
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2009 14:18:07 GMT 2
It seemed l lost a few books, but actually l forgot whom l borrowed those. So, Roald Dahl's Witches and RĂ©gis Boyer's Medieval Iceland are bakk in my claws ;D and l'm bloody pleased..
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Post by Helran on May 17, 2009 16:11:34 GMT 2
I have lost the stick of my nintendo DS, my student meal card, my transport card the same day. The day after I just found the stick on the ground near the bus stop. :s
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Post by Heer E. Tik on May 20, 2009 5:23:47 GMT 2
@ Nordis: I know what that feels like to completely ridiculously lose something when there seems to be no place to lose it in.. A whole bag full of electrician's manuals was lost somewhere in my house. I know it's in here somewhere since that's the last place I saw it in, and I never took that bag out of the house. Probably weighs more than several kilograms, a huge stack of thin little pamphlets and books. Looked everywhere - and I mean everywhere - and no success. It's like some vile troll just came and snatched em all up. Who knows, I may have absent mindedly thrown them out, which would be surprising since I'm generally level headed and very aware. Yet a year ago I managed to throw out BOTH my cell phone charger and my mp3 player charger at the same time, no less . The only reason I know I must have thrown them out is that last place I remember them seeing was in my car, and I was collecting garbage/trash from my car into plastic bags to throw it out in a far away dumpster when I was camping. So both of these must have landed in the same trash bag, without my slightest recollection...
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Post by mraw435 on May 25, 2009 6:00:53 GMT 2
Found: i lost my ipod 2 yrs ago and recently found it behind a bookshelf.. how it got there i have absolutley no clue
Lost: a pair of sunglasses i always bring with me camping
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Post by Heer E. Tik on Jun 2, 2009 4:38:46 GMT 2
Found, technically: Once again I received mail that is actually my neighbor's from a block away. Such misdeliveries happen quite frequently, sometimes I receive mail from as far as five blocks away. There's no telling how much of my own mail may have gotten lost. I always go and return my neighbors' mail, but who knows if other folks are as honest? Such a thing should not be happening in a regular-sized city within the US Postal System, it's frightening to think sometimes that mail delivery cannot be trusted. Lost: My cell phone, three weeks ago. I had it in my hand checking text messages, then something distracted me and next thing I know I no longer have it. This was at work at the end of my day, but my pockets are deep and there's only a short walk from there to my car, and there's nowhere it could have gone. Simply nowhere. Yet it's gone. Tried calling its number from home and from work, but no ringing heard anywhere. I'm not missing it much, except for the contact information that I had in it - some of which irretrievable - and the memos I had in it, which I wrote down on the go when I didn't have any other means of writing and which I stored inside my phone. And some photos that I stored in it. That phone itself too was an old friend, went through quite a lot together and some of the most meaningful conversations took place through it. It was my witness to a lot of things. So it's not the physical object of convenience that I'm missing, but an object which I have invested with considerable personal meaning, which is irretrievable. I'm not in a rush to get a new phone actually, I'm liking this quiet existence without it - not that anyone kept it constantly ringing for me anyhow, I got very few calls and dialed most of them myself. This absent mindedness is quite unsettling though - there's nowhere for it to have gone, yet gone it is, and it's very unlike me to be so un-vigilant. Masha rasteryasha, damn
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2009 16:56:04 GMT 2
Yeeeey! My ,Celtic Brittany" was brought today to me by a coworker!so it wasn't lost, just borrowed And now l go to ,what are you listening ' thread for more details
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Post by Nordis on Jun 10, 2009 20:50:10 GMT 2
Found, technically: Once again I received mail that is actually my neighbor's from a block away. Such misdeliveries happen quite frequently, sometimes I receive mail from as far as five blocks away. There's no telling how much of my own mail may have gotten lost. I always go and return my neighbors' mail, but who knows if other folks are as honest? Such a thing should not be happening in a regular-sized city within the US Postal System, it's frightening to think sometimes that mail delivery cannot be trusted. You should call the local post office service line about that. It's most likely the careless mailman who accidentally puts the mail in the wrong place in his bag / cart / whatever. He / she isn't probably aware of it if no-one has complained yet. If a letter for your neighbour slips between your mail it's really hard to notice it. Regards, "The ex-mailman" ;D
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Post by Crystiannia on Jun 14, 2009 7:51:34 GMT 2
...Lost: My cell phone... WOW! After that description I will never look at my cell phone the same way again! Now I feel very bad about the one that I broke! I'd like to think that it made it's way to electronic gadget Valhalla, along with various others that have befallen such horrible accidents!
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Post by Heer E. Tik on Jun 19, 2009 2:15:22 GMT 2
...Lost: My cell phone... WOW! After that description I will never look at my cell phone the same way again! Now I feel very bad about the one that I broke! I'd like to think that it made it's way to electronic gadget Valhalla, along with various others that have befallen such horrible accidents! It's good to be able to take a step back and think about what our things mean to us - not the objects themselves, but the meanings we attach to them... Generations ago, I like to think that this was exactly the mentality of people regarding their things. Before things were mass-produced, each was crafted by hand and was unique; people had less things but took better care of them and made sure they lasted for generations. Jobs like a shoe-mender, seamstress, and other jobs where people made a living by fixing the already-existing things testify to these objects' importance in the eyes of their owners - so many pairs of shoes have been worn by fathers then by sons then by grandsons, so many clothes mended and re-tailored. In this age of over-abundance where one can go and instantly buy anything one wishes, people have become somewhat desensitized to the sheer joy of owning something useful ... When one is aware of a thing's personal meaning to oneself, then one will not take it for granted anymore, and be loath to replace it with a sparkling brand-new clone of it that hasn't been "broken in" and worn and torn. I think that's also the reason why people cling to so-called "antiques"... Old things that have survived since simpler times, that were witness to decades or maybe even centuries, that were used and invested with some kinds of meanings, that have a distinct "presense" and tell a story that you can almost hear when you hold them in your hands... Everyone will agree that something that has just come off an assembly line will not seem as alive as something that has seen years of use.
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