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That might have been mentioned a million times, but you should start watching some movies or TV and get some real good dictionary with the pronunciation, which would contain both british and american pronunciation ( it depends on what you learn ).
And there is one thing I didn't mention. You should listen or watch to the contents you are interested in. You shouldn't do the random things, I mean, if you like history, then watch some documentary about history and so on.
0 votedDecember 15, 20130The hardest thing - Vocabulary without doubt.
There are lots of the words whose meaning is the same. This is characteristic both of english and german. Their ancestors were downright creative people, I wouldn't be able to make up all these words.
The sentence structure is kinda difficult to me, but I got used to it. The weird thing about english is the way the build new words, but I got used to it too.
0 votedDecember 15, 20130Der Sinn des Lebens. Ich glaube, dass jedermann seinen eigenen Sinn des Lebens hat. Über diese Frage könnte man die vielbändigen Büchern schreiben! Ich bin der Meinung, dass es keinen konkreten Sinn des Lebens gibt. Wozu lebe ich? Das weiß ich bedauerlicherweise nicht, aber wenn ich schon auf diese verflixte Welt gekommen bin, möchte ich was angenehmes tun. Ich glaube, dass der Sinn des Lebens mit unserer Leidenschaft zusammenhängen könnte. Einer mag Klavier spielen und sein Sinn des Lebens könnte eben Klavierspielen sein. „Ich bin hier angekommen um ihnen zu zeigen, wie man es richtig tut“ oder so was in der Art. Meine Leidenschaft ist die Sprachen zu lernen und mich in ihnen so zu vervollkommnen, dass ich einmal einem Muttersprachler zeige, wie auf seine Sprache gesprochen werden sollte:D. Meiner Ansicht nach ist es gut, zu solchen Themen zu sprechen, aber das führt zu nichts.
0 votedDecember 14, 20130- What happens in Southville stays in Southville #2 Mike's cover job was a trooper (or being a trooper?) which provided him in-depth knowledge of the criminal world. This knowledge was turning out to be of great importance almost invariably. He was able to cover off every crime scene and to make dead bodies disappear. Mike was some kind of a star amongst the likes of him. They even dubbed him "Mr.Clean", because he always cleaned up the mess he made. His efficacy was still on a high level albeit he kept on getting in years. Regardless, he was sick of taking the other people's lives and of the way he lived. Mike's only wish was to settle down. After Mike went on the street he realized he could use some converstation with his old chum and that's why he decided to call on him. His name was Heine. Heine was of german origin, his progenitors had come to the States in pursuit of happines. He was a good man, he supported the local charity events and gave lots of money to the poor since he was an owner of 2 grocery stores and a little mall. Heine had big family composed of lovely wife and 3 children. He looked somewhat funny, his physique was petite and thin. His former colleagues from the university used to call him "Rat" because of his ratty face. Notwithstanding, he had a heart of gold and great influence in the vicinity of Southville. Mike knew that Heine's favorite spot was always the "Chinners" pub. He went there.December 14, 201300
- What happens in Southville stays in Southville The sun was rising as Mike took a call from Schönberger. - Hey you tough guy, what's going on with you lately? You don't take my calls nor return them. Is there any reason why you are hiding from me? - Hello to you too, Schönberger. I have been busy working on something new recently. But I'll make things work. - Oh really? I don't really care what you were doing all this time. The last thing I need is to hear you talking about your hot air. - Cut it off! What are you calling me for? I have no time for such discussions and suchlike. Could you get you to the point? - My point is that we have to kill somebody off. His name is Domingo and he is Spanish by birth but he has lived here for the last ten years of his pathetic life. Your task is to catch him and bring to me. I'll take care of him. In return you'll get 10 grands. - You gotta be kidding me, Schönberger. What can I do with these 10 grands? I am not sure if I would even buy a tissue with this amount of money. - I knew you would say something like that. My offer is 35 grands and not a penny more. - Now you're talking! I'll accomplish this moronic task of yours as you wish. Where can I come across this Domingo? - He lives in some kind of a shed. It's south of the downtown on 21th Avenue. Get your ass over there and find him. All right, we are done. Bye. As Schönberger hung up, Mike began to think about his new task. Notwithstanding, he couldn't stand the darkness of the room he's been sitting in for the last 20 minutes and got out of the house. The streets of the Southville were full of the kids playing basketball. The people on the street were celebrating the newly announced win of the USA squad over the Brazil in the World Cup. Regardless, Mike was not happy at that moment. He felt a little out of the touch with the reality, he felt like he was some kind of spook walking on the street, but there was nobody he could talk to about his problems. And that was the reason why he was considering the possibility of quitting his sideline. The gravity of his problems were sometimes that overwhelming that his thoughts were getting suicidal. He had no family, no friends, not even a pet. Yet he was not a cretin. He knew that quitting his sideline would mean only one thing: Schönberger would attempt to catch him and kill. He couldn’t give up on this like that. He was aware that he had to conceive of anything that could rescue him. That's the first part of my story. It's filled with "patheticness" :DDecember 14, 201300
