Blonde Mafia Ganja Island

The only reason why I wanted to post was that then the number of my posts in 2008 would be 69. It's by far a more beautiful number than 68.



Oh yeah, I'm going out of town for New Years. I'm goin' to P�rnu, the summer capital of Estonia. Oh the irony in that, as it's freezing cold.
I'll get so drunk I'll forget to raise the fork to my mouth, and let me tell you honey, that's something.

Btw, watch this. It's about 1min long and in the end you'll see my homeboy!


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You Can't Hide From Yourself (Kid Massive Vocal Mix) - Paul Gardner feat. Peyton

I don't remember any of the horoscopes I read for 2008. I don't remember what were the things that were supposed to happen to me.
But I also don't remember my birthday and mobile number.
What I don't need a brain to remember is how horrible every year Christmas in my family is. I could write the funniest book about it (that is, IF i could either write or make it funny). I could probably write how my dad yells at everyone for moving the Christmas tree and ruining the floor, until the point he looks like he could hit you with an axe and then jump on your corpse and shout something about parquet floors and economical crises and growing prices. Or how I find my mother's cognac bottles in my underwear drawer, stuffed between my bras and tampons. Yes, MY underwear closet. Where is the logic? Hers is already full?
The only bundle of joy (except the younger dog, coz the older grew up with me and therefore adapted somewhat similar behavior, such as...sleeping whenever possible) is my little sister. She is really the rainbow in our cloudy sky. She tried to wake me up at 8 o'clock on Christmas morning so we could start making gingerbread cookies. My unconsciousness didn't stop her. She came back exactly 7 minutes later... and 17 ... and 18... I gave up around noon when she had already lost most of her voice. She still looked happy, eyes sparkling and corners of her mouth a lil' yoghurty. We made those cookies for 3 hours. That freakin icky gingerbread stuff never seemed to end. Meanwhile my mom popped into the kitchen to remind me how sons are so much better than daughters and how I manage to steal every bit of her holiday spirit.
Well, that really got ME into the mood. Not.
Then my sis gave me this book she had made by herself, although I think dad helped her glue it together. It was actually really thick, had pictures and text on every page and was alltogether the best present I have ever gotten.
Like on one page there's a picture of 2 ladybugs and one tells to the other: WER DID YOU LEV DE CAR
and then my sis explained that actually it was a joke coz neither of them needs a car because they have wings.
Seriously, I laughed so hard, I thought it was the best joke ever.
I'll leave the rest of the night untold. May those who witnessed it forget it soon.
Nah, it wasn't bad. I actually enjoyed myself. My bro came later on and we had some laughs. Especially when grandads hearing aid started doing this really pitched high iiiiiiiiii kinda sound and he himself didn't understand it. Or when I stepped on the balcony to get some fresh air and didn't put on any shoes and stepped into a pile of shit. I told my brother that if something smells like shit, it's me. Literally.

Now, on to better things.

...

There aren't any.
Back to the old crap.

The week before Christmas turned out to be a super nice one. I met some new people and that's all I'm gonna say.
*interplanetary melodies*

As for my exams. Well, they were.... something else. :D
First the law exam. We all went into this huge lecture room and we sat down... everyone were at the back ( I think there's moss already growin' on the seats in the first row), sitting as close to eachother as possible and the teacher came in and handed everybody the exam papers and then he went and sat infront of the class behind his desk. 30 seconds later we all hear grunching sounds from the speakers that are in every corner of the classroom. My eyes turn to the teacher. And he is opening candy under the desk. Where the microphones are.
The he understood he had been caught and a wide smile spread across his face like sunshine on a bluebirds egg in the early morning.
And I'm thinking... allright, that's the guy who I got all my knowledge on law from. Great.

German went super. I stepped in, the teacher looked at me with a tired, disgusted face. He folded his hands and spat: TUESDAY
Me: uf... is it?
He: in GERMAN
Me: *eh eh....eh.........* Dienstag.

...and so on. He made me translate, read, retell etc. Until he closed his eyes for a couple of seconds, then opened them and told me I had done super and he had underestimated me on the first half of the semester and he now understands what a person I am (I wonder what did he think before then???) and that I work very well during classes and on the whole he is so pleased he will give me the best possible mark.
He even wrote "excellent" in brackets! :)
I must say, I was very happy when I walked out of the school that day.

Today some of my relatives are going to hop in for a visit. I'm seriously thinking about mentioning I have AIDS or tubercolosis, so I could watch them sit a little farther away from me on the couch. Unfortunately neither AIDS or tubercolosis will stop them dissecting my personal life. I agree I could get more hobbies and attend more schools at one time and yes, it is anatomically possible I could have a child and I also know I could be a million things. But I am not. I am me. And frankly I'm quite happy about it.

In conclusion, what can I say about this years Christmas? As I didn't expect anything, it was super. We'll see what New Years Eve brings. You know, they say whatever you will be doing on the last day of the year, you will be doing it for the whole year.
So... *starts opening the bottles*

Ja t�pselt sel hetkel kui korstnal istuva ��kulli sitt j�udis vastu jahedat katusesiilu puutuda, lasi Arhilde kuuldavale haleda, vilina ja kohinaga sarnaneva, karjatuse.
Mingil soojumalatele teadmata p�hjustel (kuigi need t�prad teadsid t�en�oliselt k�ike. Jah, k�ike. Ka seda miks ketshup hakkab peale mikrolaineahjust v�lja v�tmist veidralt haisema ja kuhu kaovad alati k�ik rohelise triibuga sokid.) oli ta viimase n�dala, v�i vast ehk isegi paari, jooksul igal pealel�unal t�pipealt kell kuusteist null seitse voodist p�randale kukkunud. P�rand oleks siinkohal liiga h�sti �eldud, pigem �le voodi ��re, vastu murdunud parketinurka ja siis otse mullitavasse mudam�lkasse.
"No mida..." j�udis ta peale h�dist karjatust veel lisada enne kui ta v�idund peanupp muda alla vajus.
Ka ��kull t�usis korstnalt lendu, sest peldikusse ei j�� keegi kunagi liialt kauaks.



Eelmisel p�eval...

"Mism�ttes?" Nihil peaaegu, et s�lgas selle s�na, "Ma ei ole sellega kohe kindlasti mitte n�us!" j�tkas ta ja p��ras nii j�rsult �mber et k�ik peale ta enese kiivritaolise soengu suvatses toas asupaika vahetada.
"Mida?! V�hemalt aastaks?!" h��atas ta siis ja heitis s�nge pilgu �ue. Aknal olevas pelargooniumipotis kuivas muld �ra.
Poole minuti p�rast pani ta mobiiltelefoni tagasi p�uetaskusse ning hakkas m�tlikult k��si viilima.
Siis kostus siit-sealt kerget nabinat, m�ned niginad ja paar kolm ebam��rast nahh-ah-aa-d, ning seej�rel vajus tagumine sein kokku ja n�htavale ilmus lillas seelikus Dolores Dalle, k�es haamer ja linnumaja.
Nihil, kelle n�ole oli tulnud veidralt kaame pilk (mitte unustada, et ta tegi isegi p�evitunud olekus ka k�ige albiinomale albiinole silmad ette),lasi pilgul langeda tagasi viilile. Ta h��veldas armutult oma niigi perfektselt hooldatud k��si ja laskis samal ajal kuuldavale lakkamatu s�nadevoolu.
"Ma ei v�i seda kannata, see on mu loomuse vastane. Ma olen seltskonnainimene! Ma vajan... no taevas halasta, dush ei teeks paha! Ja siin ei ole isegi korralikku elektrit, kus ma f��nitama hakkan?!"
Dolly seisis ikka veel samal kohal, k�si linnumajaga �hus.
"Ja isegi kui siin oleks seltskond ja palju PALJU elektrit, siis miski ei muuda seda j�ledat kliimat!" ta pillas ahastunult viili. Viili otsale oli kleebitud s�tendav saialill.
"Ma pole ju �ldse halb! Miks mind niimoodi karistatakse? Kas see on karmav�lg? Kas ma peaksin v�lja uurima, kes ma eelmises elus olin? Peaksin ma mediteerima? Kas Surm v�ib mediteerida v�i peetakse seda ebas�ndsaks?!" ta hingeldas kergelt.
Dolorese linnumajast vaatas v�lja v�ga punnis silmadega kobras.

Arhilde h�ti juurest kostus n�rk "pip-pip-pip-piiip-piiip-piiiip" ja seej�rel �ks korralik "m�taki" ning sekundi p�rast ka:
"No mida pag-"

I loved you; even now I must confess,
Some embers of my love their fire retain;
But do not let it cause you more distress,
I do not want to sadden you again.
Hopeless and tonguetied, yet I loved you dearly
With pangs the jealous and the timid know;
So tenderly I love you, so sincerely,
I pray God grant another love you so.

A. Puskin

Ahhaha, my friend told me on MSN today:

Alice in WifiLand says:
ma tahaks t�lda, lossi, teenjaid, ilusat meest, ilusaid hobuseid, ilusaid mehi, pikka maani gooti kleiti ja natuke breezerit ja pasta carbonarat. Ma saadan j�uluvanale, ma loodan, et j�uluvana on ilus mees

translation:
i want a carriage, palace, servants, a handsome man, beautiful horses, handsome men, a long goth dress and a little bit Breezer and pasta carbonara. I'm gonna send (a letter) to Santa. I hope Santa is a handsome man.


XD

When we were kids, the road in front of our house, the street, it was all sand. Yellow sand.
When I went to buy ice cream with my brother from the local shop the sand went through my sandals and between my toes.
While walking I traced my hand over all the fences. They were dusty from all that sand and car pollution. My grandmother always told me not to do so. But I did. I traced my fingers over the fences until they were numb.

In the backyard we had trees. It looked like a little forest. Or a park. Park with pine trees.
And behind a chainlink fence there was a chicken yard. I used to find snails and push them through the little holes in the fence to feed the chickens. We had a lot of yellow snails.

And the memories that I have from my childhood, in that garden of ours, are all yellow. The sun was yellow, and my dress was yellow and the long bench we had and where I once sat on a bee and got stung right in my bum, was yellow too.

Yellow was my favourite colour, the colour of daffodils when they blossomed during my birthday in May. Yellow was my favourite colour until my brother told me that yellow is the colour of pee.

Then I moved on to green.
He couldn't ruin that one for me because somehow, sometime, somewhere, we had grown up and for some reason nobody asked you what your favourite colour was anymore...

Green is beautiful. But still, when I sleep, then suddenly the whole world is yellow again and I am standing under an apple tree, my brother is standing right next to me, and we both say: "apelsiiiiiiin" while our mother takes a picture of us.

apelsin* (orange)

i've got a feelin that i've known you all along
i've got a feelin that it wont be very long