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shocked ! ! ! !
shocked ! ! ! ! on hearing some positive info about lanzarote i was considering booking a summer holiday for my family and myself for summer 2006.

i was shocked!
i was shocked!

i was really shocked.
i was really shocked.

le public "gay" de mylene ??? i am shocked
le public "gay" de mylene ??? i am shocked

fascinating. i have to say, i’m kind of shocked.
fascinating. i have to say, i’m kind of shocked.

the duchessa was still a trifle shocked by this last essential.
la duchesse était toujours un peu choquée de cette dernière nécessité.

il a dit qu'ils se sont réveillés au caucus «shocked».
he tells us that the caucus was, as he said in english, ``shocked''.

well, to be honest, the first time i saw them in the mirror i was shocked.
well, to be honest, the first time i saw them in the mirror i was shocked.

i answered that i had no idea, but what difference did it make? he was a little shocked.
depending on seating arrangements, the super "connies" carried from 63 to 75 passengers from 1954 to 1962.

they are shocked by the economic realities of independence but they want to make and pay their own way."
they want to be … and be seen as … and be treated as adults.

they are shocked by the economic realities of independence but they want to make and pay their own way.» 15.
they are shocked by the economic realities of independence but they want to make and pay their own way.

14/12/2011 - verhofstadt: "i am shocked by the lack of urgency to ha...
14/12/2011 - verhofstadt: "i am shocked by the lack of urgency to ha...

fabrizio saw this conte in the streets of bologna and was shocked by the air of superiority with which he took up the pavement and deigned to display his graces to the public.
fabrice vit ce comte dans les rues de bologne, et fut choqué de l’air de supériorité avec lequel il occupait le pavé, et daignait montrer ses grâces au public.

there is no doubt that buddhists, hindus and muslims have been deeply shocked by this brutal attack, but no religious society acted with commendable restraint.
there is no doubt that buddhists, hindus and muslims have been deeply shocked by this brutal attack, but no religious society acted with commendable restraint.

as to the details, he will approve or be shocked; of the hours which he devotes every day to work, two will be taken up in this way.
pour les détails, il approuvera ou sera choqué ; des heures qu’il consacre au travail en voilà deux de prises.

they found him very different from themselves, which shocked them; fabrizio, on the contrary, was beginning to feel a warm friendship towards them.
ils le trouvaient fort différent d’eux-mêmes, ce qui les choquait ; fabrice au contraire commençait à se sentir beaucoup d’amitié pour eux.

the princess, greatly shocked by all that her fear of her son was obliging her to do in the first moments of her widowhood, went to spend this week in a convent attached to the church in which the late prince was buried.
la princesse, fort scandalisée de tout ce que la peur qu’elle avait de son fils l’obligeait de faire dès les premiers moments de son veuvage, alla passer ces huit jours dans un couvent attenant à l’église où le feu prince était inhumé.

in spite of all they might do, fabrizio's establishment for this first night was lamentable; but he appeared shocked only by the absence of a bottle of good nebiolo.
quoi qu’on pût faire, l’établissement de fabrice pour cette première nuit fut pitoyable ; mais il n’eut l’air choqué que de l’absence d’une bouteille de bon nébieu.

fabrizio, questioning the servant, found him shocked by a detail which finally he allowed to escape him, despite the express order, several times repeated to him by the contessa, not to reveal it.
fabrice, en interrogeant ce valet de chambre, le trouva outré d’un détail qui enfin lui échappa, malgré l’ordre exprès de le lui taire, plusieurs fois répété par la comtesse.

bang bang bang! gunshots chased through the alley way, as i looked left and right i saw a bunch of dead civillians. i was in shock sneakly twisting myself around, ''micheal''( photographer)i whispered, ''yeah, did you just see that, that was crazy!'' he responded nervoulsy loud. i clutch on to micheal with force shoving my hand over his mouth sealing it ''what do you think your doing , do you want to die.'' i muttered in michaels ear. we need to split up michael suggested sudden two men approached me wearing; thermal synthetic, silk black balaclavas, and scatty pants and boots. however, one of these guys couldn't speak english ''where you from?'' asked the suspected criminal with an east african accent, i replied, ''united kingdom sir.'' ''now, what's a wealthy man like you doing in a wasteland like this?'' ''urm...'' he screwed up his face as if it were paper. ''tourist'' i responded slowly breaking a sweat. '' i dont believe you'' he said with a slight smirk ''whats going on'' echoed in the mist, i quickly turned my head 90 degrees south. the man struck his firearm in my face, shaking from left to right unsure whats going on, it appeared to be my cameraman micheal ''lets go'' he shouted in a high pitched voice. i ran like usain bolt adrenaline rushed through my body, the intense feeling of death around the corner felt cold, bang bang bang... for every gunshot there was a heartbeat. '' come on'' micheal screamed, bang! ''no!..'' sympathy did not exist at this point i had to carry on ''everyman for himself.'' ''just keep running'' i told myself exhaling deeply, ''no more running, no more gunshots, and no more dead bodies, just silence!'' letting the winds pass through my fingers knowing i'm at safety. beep beep ! ''do you need lift my friend?'' a cab driver said out of the bloom, as i got into the cab ''yes to the airport please '' i responded in a shocked humour. ''you leaving my friend?'' cab driver asked ''yeah i'm done here, was just a photographer, helping poor parts of africa become more fortunate unfortunately my help was not needed, you see life's not a story its reality.'' ''wait why did i lie to them...'' ''guess that doesn't matter anymore just lost a colleague '' i said to myself, ''what you talking about my friend?'' the cab driver interfered ''sigh nothing'' as i stared out the window having short flashbacks of what just happend, its like it all took place in a split second. meanwhile, later that day... i finally arrived at the airport it was pitch black, night time the time remained unknown. beeep beep, the cab driver beeped his horn, appeared to be wanting something, ''where's my money my friend?'' ''oh! yeah here. i casually handed over the drivers change. ''bye now'' the cab driver said, i marched as fast as i could into the airport, as, my head drifted in the direction of the airports television everything was coming back to me again ''grr'' i grunted, it seemed to be what just happend earlier ''they has been ruthless murdering spree going on we will investigate more be sure to tune in: itn news'' the tv had just mentioned. the gutted feeling you have when you know who the fugitives of a crime was, but i couldn't let that phase me i took like a brush to the shoulder and booked my flight. united kingdom! had been tanoid i knew it was my time to say good bye. gunshots! i dont believe you... lets go! noo!... no more running no more gunshots nore more died bodies lifes not a story its realitypunctuation
autobang bang bang! gunshots chased through the alley way, as i looked left and right i saw a bunch of dead civillians. i was in shock sneakly twisting myself around, ''micheal''( photographer)i whispered, ''yeah, did you just see that, that was crazy!'' he responded nervoulsy loud. i clutch on to micheal with force shoving my hand over his mouth sealing it ''what do you think your doing , do you want to die.'' i muttered in michaels ear. we need to split up michael suggested sudden two men approached me wearing; thermal synthetic, silk black balaclavas, and scatty pants and boots. however, one of these guys couldn't speak english ''where you from?'' asked the suspected criminal with an east african accent, i replied, ''united kingdom sir.'' ''now, what's a wealthy man like you doing in a wasteland like this?'' ''urm...'' he screwed up his face as if it were paper. ''tourist'' i responded slowly breaking a sweat. '' i dont believe you'' he said with a slight smirk ''whats going on'' echoed in the mist, i quickly turned my head 90 degrees south. the man struck his firearm in my face, shaking from left to right unsure whats going on, it appeared to be my cameraman micheal ''lets go'' he shouted in a high pitched voice. i ran like usain bolt adrenaline rushed through my body, the intense feeling of death around the corner felt cold, bang bang bang... for every gunshot there was a heartbeat. '' come on'' micheal screamed, bang! ''no!..'' sympathy did not exist at this point i had to carry on ''everyman for himself.'' ''just keep running'' i told myself exhaling deeply, ''no more running, no more gunshots, and no more dead bodies, just silence!'' letting the winds pass through my fingers knowing i'm at safety. beep beep ! ''do you need lift my friend?'' a cab driver said out of the bloom, as i got into the cab ''yes to the airport please '' i responded in a shocked humour. ''you leaving my friend?'' cab driver asked ''yeah i'm done here, was just a photographer, helping poor parts of africa become more fortunate unfortunately my help was not needed, you see life's not a story its reality.'' ''wait why did i lie to them...'' ''guess that doesn't matter anymore just lost a colleague '' i said to myself, ''what you talking about my friend?'' the cab driver interfered ''sigh nothing'' as i stared out the window having short flashbacks of what just happend, its like it all took place in a split second. meanwhile, later that day... i finally arrived at the airport it was pitch black, night time the time remained unknown. beeep beep, the cab driver beeped his horn, appeared to be wanting something, ''where's my money my friend?'' ''oh! yeah here. i casually handed over the drivers change. ''bye now'' the cab driver said, i marched as fast as i could into the airport, as, my head drifted in the direction of the airports television everything was coming back to me again ''grr'' i grunted, it seemed to be what just happend earlier ''they has been ruthless murdering spree going on we will investigate more be sure to tune in: itn news'' the tv had just mentioned. the gutted feeling you have when you know who the fugitives of a crime was, but i couldn't let that phase me i took like a brush to the shoulder and booked my flight. united kingdom! had been tanoid i knew it was my time to say good bye. gunshots! i dont believe you... lets go! noo!... no more running no more gunshots nore more died bodies lifes not a story its reality