הסדרה שודרה בניקולודאון ישראל
סביבות 2014~
היה שם מנחה שנראה מזרח-אסיאתי ונראה לי הוא לבש חלוק כזה של לחימה והיו גם ילדים (לא נראה לי מזרח אסיאתיים) שעשו אתגרים שקשורים למרשמלו
לא נראה לי שהיה בכלל דיבור בסדרה הזאת כזה סגנון מיסטר בין אבל אני לא באמת זוכרת את הקטע הזה
אני בטוחה ב-100% שזה קיים אני פשוט לא יכולה להוכיח את זה בבקשה עזרה אני מחפשת את זה כבר שנה
תודה בכל מקרה
Does anyone else feel insulted by reality when they lose against low life-forms such as people who do the Kor dislike right after winning with barely one stock left? I genuinely have no more bits of rage in my body anyone. I just stare at the screen numb. I can’t believe I got beaten by this ungodly creation that I doubt lives on the same planet as I.
I’m an 18-year-old girl, and I have very high expectations of reality. I often find myself in conflict with those who supposedly stand above me in the hierarchy because I examine authority the way a jeweler examines a diamond. Oddly, it rarely gets me into trouble. I think it is a privilege that was sent to me as a blessing from my blood memory. The unknown has always called to me! I’m very attracted to lands like Hyperborea or the topics of the occult, the Gateway Experience, the Monroe Institute, Gnosticism and Hermeticism. I write documents about these ideas and am currently working on a document about Neoplatonism. Jung’s relationship with alchemy fascinates me specifically because it suggests that the soul is a furnace forever trying to turn lead into gold. Not as much, but I am also interested to what appears to be the opposite shore, I enjoy Ayn Rand’s metaphysics a lot. I oppose pragmatism and postmodernism. I do not like being comfortable, but it is true that objectively I think of myself as someone that does more than I really do… There is a very specific way of which I understand reality and I work on educating myself to refine it always. I rarely enjoy talking to anyone besides my significant other, and making friends has never come naturally. One genuine connection is worth more than a crowded room. Most conversations feel like pacing inside a fenced garden when I would rather cross an untouched wilderness. It is difficult for me to pretend to care about things I know do not matter, especially conversations that don’t go beyond the obvious. I know I am equipped to deal with life when it is related to my specific interests, I think it’s easy to connect them to everyday life. I forget to eat and I have a messy sleep schedule. English isn’t my first language, so if anything is hard to understand do tell me and I will elaborate… I know I don’t have a flair but when I’d get typed I’d get the same two types always, and I do like hearing other people’s opinions, I’ve been lurking in Enneagram subreddits for some times for memes (and I think memes are sigils!), so it’d be interesting…
I’ve never witnessed a man in the same position as me smiling as he’s doing his job, or at all be asked to do so. I do not want to do my job, there is no tipping either, and frankly I don’t see a point in a smile that is forced, and I don’t think anyone’s experience of the service is at all affected by that phenomena besides creepy old men’s (those who want me to smile), and I really do not care about their experience. Plus I’ve never seen a woman asking me to smile