Ma turtsatasin naerma, sest ma just plaanisin blogida ja siis lugesin WW blogist, et k6ik peax siia minu poste lugema, sest ma kirjutan "huvitavaid ja ilusaid asju".
No palun v�ga, enam ilusamaks ja huvitavamax ei l�he. XD
Mina ja seltskonnam�ngud
Reis �mber maailmas
nahhui mul ei vea
geimi kus ma v�itsin
�eldagi ei tea.
Kui on vaja �hte,
t�ring �tleb kuus,
iga roundi l�pus
riist on j�lle suus.
Tea kas s��di kaaslased
v�i et joomist alustasin aastaselt.
A pohhui
seni h�sti esineb veel maks
- waatab mis saab siis
kui pelatud ruletilaks.
H�lloweeni seiklused
K�es on j�lle halloween
ja klaasis loksub lauaviin.
Aastad l�inud,
�� on sama,
wanalinnas kusen kama.
Dj karjub
trick or treat
sevodnja nots
on russki beat.
Pidu higine ja r�ve
k�lge haakub paarkend t�be.
Kaasa j�lgub mingi Ints,
eitab et on tglt kits.
Warsti kaob ka t��tu homo,
kurat t��bil oli limu.
Viieks unustand kus korter,
s�brannat j�litab Reporter.
Takso asemel on faking batmobiil
koju viib meid hiirek�rvadega pedofiil.
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Kaar ja kaar, siis seene saad.
Monday, 27 October 2008
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Permanently Blue For You
Sunday, 12 October 2008
I remember I once really secretly liked this guy who I had never even spoken to. And then one day I was sitting in the bus and drive past him while he was walking hand in hand with his girlfriend. I never knew he had one.
For a moment the world stopped. What I saw froze before my eyes and everything turned blue. The girls soft curls on her shoulders. His smile and worn out jeans. Everything.
All that I had inside of me was this deep pure real honest sadness. And it was beautiful.
I didn't want the moment to ever end.
It was the most beautiful thing there is in the whole world. It was perfect. You had real love on one side of the street and real sadness on the other and wet asphalt in between.
There weren't any ugly emotions or feelings like depression, anger, agony...nothing like that.
Just my sadness that painted the whole world beautiful. I wished to stay permanently blue for him. But I didn't. The next second the bus drove round the corner and everything was over. Then all the bad emotions which I mentioned earlier finally came.
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I forgot to write before how last week when I was going to the library I sat in the bus and there was an older lady sitting next to me. She was about 50-60 years old and very elegant and lovely.
So there we sat and we both looked out of the window. And suddenly I noticed she was crying. But silently. And she didn't want anybody to see. She wiped the tears off very discreetly.
I thought that if she started crying harder, then I'd take her hand into mine.
And I looked down at her hands, one was over the another. And I noticed how very similar they were to my grandmothers hands. You know they say you can always tell the age of a woman by her hands. Anyway, they looked exactly like my grandmothers' and I just couldn't help it. I felt burning tears gather in my eyes.
So there we sat, me and her, both silently crying. Little salty tears running down our cheeks. My smooth and her wrinkled ones.
Then a woman came on the bus and stood right in front of us and I could see the surprise in her eyes. She probably thought me and the old lady were related and somebody we knew had died.
Soon we all went off the bus and that was it. I don't know why the old lady had cried.
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Ananananananass
Saturday, 11 October 2008
I went to see Pineapple Express the other day. It was better than I expected. And I expected it to be really good.
I laughed many many times. The script was obviously very clever. I mean...they said things that I would say and usually people in films say all sorts of smart things. So it was interesting and surprising to watch.
I got some really good ideas too. Like this one scene they discussed the after life.
One guy had been shot twice in the internal organs section and he was almost going to give up pumping blood to the heart when this other guy run in.
Ok, so Red is talking how he is okay with dying in a couple of seconds...:
Red: Man, I'm just into Buddhism, and I'm at peace with the fact that me, as this person, probably gonna not be around. Think about a hermit crab, okay? And it's a shell. It's like, they go from one shell to the next. And that's what I am. I'm just a hermit crab changin' shells.
Ok, so this other guy, Dale, looks at Red lying next to the toilet seat, holding onto his bloody shirt and he starts persuading Red that it's worth a shot to continue living..:
Dale Denton: Except if you're a dick your whole life, your next shell will be made of shit, okay? If you're an asshole, you're gonna come back as a cockroach or a worm or a fuckin' anal bead, okay? If you're a man and you act heroic, you'll come back as an eagle. You'll come back as a dragon. You'll come back as Jude Law, okay? Which would you rather be?
Red (seems kinda interested): Maybe the anal bead, depending on who it belongs to.
Dale Denton: Belongs to me.
*silence*
Red: Then the dragon.
Like scenes like that one. Quick and simple but funny as hell. XD
Anyway, I recommend this movie-film, high five, vry nice!
Today was the football match between Eesti and Espanol. It was cool to watch little blonde kids go hand in hand with the little Spanish players. So cute.
I'd tell more about the game but I already discussed it with several people and I'm as dry as a lemon. Is there a saying like that in English? Who cares.
I've been making up sayings myself over the last days. You throw them in at random moments during conversations and then enjoy the confused looks on peoples faces.
Like how the fuck should I know what "better on tuesday than before rain" means.
Or...like I told P in the library today: Moses never salted his meat with Judas.
Ok so I listened to a lot of music today. Do you want me to recommend anything? No?
Well, listen to Kevin Saunderson -Rock To The Beat 2008 (Christian Smith & John Selway mix) then. Nice bassline and whatever.
I talked to my bro yesterday and he ordered the laptop I wanted, so I'll get it next week. I can start downloading tracks again. Yeahuuu, enough room at last. I'll kiss the hard-drive before using I swear.
Plus I'll dive into the mighty world of WOW (world of warcraft). Adios minesweeper.
The whole time I watched football tonight, my knee hurt. Like wtf, I wasn't the one playing. Or is my emotional intelligence so developed that I can feel other peoples pain? From now on I'll only watch porn and such. *grin*
Oh yeah, I'm writing a report on copyrights and I've got to tell ya, it's not goin' smooth. Plus I think I've broken about 15 copyright rules myself already.
Today at the library I was goin' up the stairs and suddenly I had a total panick attack. I felt as if I was going to fall down backwards 15 meters, hit my neck and die.
I couldn't breathe and I tried not to think about how high I was.
Lol...high.
Maybe next time I should go while bein' high.
High as a fucking kite.
I had a really unlucky morning. I had like 2 minutes to pick a necklace and I did, but when I was trying to open it, it broke. Then I grabbed another one, it got stuck in the curtains and broke. Then I sent some almighty persons to where the sun doesn't shine....and as a result the third necklace broke too. I didn't take the fourth one because I realized I shouldn't mess with fate.
Oh yea I bought pizza.
....and it's still downstairs on the couch next to the front door. I came home like 7 hours ago.
Shit.
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Burial - Archangel
Thursday, 9 October 2008
Minus tasa haigutab valu loom
ja lakub teravaid kihvu
ta kaelal tukslev soon
on pikk sinnani kus l�peb koon
Ta magab ��sel mu jalgadel
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Klaxons
Wednesday, 8 October 2008
Okay so yesterday I watched this movie called "Me And You And Everyone We Know" and it was really good. Exactly the kind of a movie I want to watch when I've got nothing better to do (read: study).
The whole cast was really good but I wanted to write about this little boy, played by Brandon Ratcliff, and he was incredebly cute. And smart, in his own childish cute way. Exactly the kind of son I would like to have.
In this movie he played a really good boy, you know in some movies children are whining annoying little midgets who kick you between your legs when you least expect it. And there was a scene where he looked at the rising sun with his dark raisin eyes. And suddenly I had this fear that he would die because the moment was somehow so perfect and he was so angelic.
And I begun thinking that if he would be my son, I would be so afraid he'd die, everytime the sun would rise.
In real life, the really really good people, the truly amazing ones, always die young. As if Dog or whoever wants to take them with him as quick as possible because the other people who somersault on the clouds are already kinda getting on his nerves.
It's a bit unfair to say that there are no remarkable and amazing old people. Yes there are. Only they have become remarkable and amazing at an older age, that's why Dog didn't take them earlier.
And then they go too. Go to toss aside false teeth and hip prostetics. They go to do somersaults on the clouds.
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I went to the doctors at the beginning of the week and she wrote antibiotics for me.
Not some regular 3-times a day tablets, but really strong antibiotics that I'm supposed to take only once a day. It appears the ear-aches and sore throat and running nose and cough that reminded of an old Cuban guy who had been smoking for 70 years, also caused an inflammation in my heart. Yaddayaddayaddayaddayaddayadda XD
The thing is that the first day I started taking the tablets...I went home and like..fell asleep on the bus. Like, totally, fell asleep. For some reason I was so tired. I kept seeing in my dream that random people on the bus talked to me. Each time I woke up and found myself in the usual silence that fills the buses in Estonia & I was worried if I had spoke out loud or something.
And then I went home, wiping drool from the corners of my mouth, and straight to bed, slept 5 hours and then went to sleep again. Woke up the next day and looked like a zombie. Plus extremely sleepy. Again!
It's horrible what they do to my body.
I feel worse now then I did before, but I hope that after the 1 week treatment I will get well and
feel great again for the first time in the past month.
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I went to see Klaxons the other day. The concert was really great. It took place in a club.
(I dunno why the drummer isn't on the pic. But there is one in the band. My friend really likes him, says he's got some real' talent.)
I stood right in the middle, on a higher platform and I was like...5 meters from the band. They constantly kept looking straight into my eyes and it was actually quite embarrassing. Me and P danced like crazy and eventhough I don't listen to music like that, I tried to really feel it, live it and give my best, because of my friend and because of the band.
We also danced at the beginning, when the warm-up band, Popidiot, was on the stage, when everybody else were just standing. And it seems it was worth it because later, when the concert was over, me and P were making our way out of the crowd and voil�a the Popidiot singer went past us and P shouted: GREAT CONCERT
...and I turned and looked straight into the singers eyes and I saw this "AAAaaaa...." kinda look, he obviously recognised us. And he stopped us and asked if we wanted free CD's.
He run backstage and back quicker than rum hits the floor when I handle the cocktails.
http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a215/Briccy777/pop.jpg (Singer's the guy in the middle)
At the same time 2 little strawberry blonde girls asked me if I knew the singer because they would like to have cd's too. So I said, sure sure, just come with us. XD
And they both held my hand all the way to the stage, which was so cute.
When the guy came to us with a bunch of cds he asked if we had any friends and I showed him the little blondies & they were so happy! :)
Lovely lovely.
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A couple of weeks ago I lost my credit card, although I'm not the kind of a person who loses things, it happens very rarely to me. Being without money was horrible. I don't usually deal with cash, I'm a 100% card person. And now I had to count fkn coins.The "fun" part was when I called my dad at the end of the first week to ask if he had went to get the new card. And it appeared he didn't had time for it. Okay, great. I waited a couple of more days and then called him again, as he was the only person who could sign the documents in the bank etc, and asked him again. He still hadn't had time to go pick it up. So I told him that I had been starving for the past week. My dad was like: oh..okay...eee.....i'll bring you some money then..or something...
I decided to add a touch of sarcasm and said: No, don't worry, I can keep drinking water.
And can you imagine what my dad said?
"Oh! Okay...great....good...that's a good idea...Yes...So we'll keep in touch. Bye."
I was like: ...
Well...welcome to my world. My loving parents.Now I finally have the card. I went to the local supermarket and bought peppermint gum. The saleswoman probably thought she had never seen a happier customer. My smile was wider than the Nile during flood.
--->><<---Uni is very difficult and the lectures are boring.
I have many different lectures. For instance Management. When I went there last week I learned how to play advanced level Minesweeper. Yes, it's that boring.
I don't understand how these old men, these teachers, don't understand how stupid all this is. They don't give any papers, they don't write anything down or make anything clear. They just stand and mumble infront of the class.
I would LIKE to remember what they say, but it is impossible to write it down and when I later think about what they talked about - I don't know even ONE single thing. Because everything is connected and when you didn't get one sentence, you didn't get any of them.
Don't they WANT us to understand and remember? God damn give out some papers, let us fill in gaps! We would actually have to use our brains....and then it will be the exam day. And everyone will fail. And half of us go home and cut our veins.
I'm looking at the teachers and thinking: You are half a century older than me and you are STILL not smart enough to make us understand your subject. You stand there and whine, but you don't actually DO anything to make me understand. And I really want to. But you just stand there, lazy comfortable old man. And expect us all to be motivated and stuff.My favourite sentence one teacher uses is: You haven't read that book? You don't know anything about this statement? WHY DID YOU CHOOSE THIS PROFESSION THEN?
Well ...umm....I chose it to LEARN ABOUT IT YOU FKN MORON!
But the truth is that we all sit silent and let him feel glorious and really witty. I'm sure he feels extremely smart. Well kiss my ass, he's wife's probably nagging at him every night.And now, a little something me and P found during one of the super interesting Law lectures:
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