27 jaanuar 2008
AND today I was reminded of that particular HIM again (yes, yes, one of many, who gives a damn) and found myself still being fascinated by his most extraordinary coolness. I haven't seen him - what, a year now? And jet my breathing speeds up if I notice myself thinking of him.
It's nothing serious, of course, but I credit it for being for so long.
Funny, it matches with the themes of my life at the moment, it does so around the Valentine's days lately - everybody are suddenly gay.
When will I start understanding this?
viiuldasin kell 22:31
It's nothing serious, of course, but I credit it for being for so long.
Funny, it matches with the themes of my life at the moment, it does so around the Valentine's days lately - everybody are suddenly gay.
When will I start understanding this?
viiuldasin kell 22:31
This lovely buzz of cider and absinthe and thoughts in my head after Jesse James movie with my beloved Geisha and Brad. People were watching something on computer when I got home and I registered their sexes on an instant - and registered myself registering it, too.
I said hello to the dog and decided, that tonight I should go to bed early and not take any advantage of myself being drunk.
K didn't come today, I knew she wouldn't.
We'll meet later in our lives, with her it's never a question.
With everybody else, it always is.
viiuldasin kell 22:17
I said hello to the dog and decided, that tonight I should go to bed early and not take any advantage of myself being drunk.
K didn't come today, I knew she wouldn't.
We'll meet later in our lives, with her it's never a question.
With everybody else, it always is.
viiuldasin kell 22:17
Hommikul sõin keskööl tehtud pannkooke ülesleitud vaarikamoosiga. Heeringas oli otsas.
Vettisime G'ga kaua vannis, kuni rumal vesi korduvalt külmaks läks, ja naersime ja naersime. Mu vann on tõepoolest täpselt nii suur, et üksinda on seda liiga raske täita, nii et edaspidi on vaja rohkem/sagedamini sõpru külla kutsuda vanniskäimiseks. Mulle sobib.
Tegelikult oli eile suurepärane päev ja ma leidsin end korduvalt idiootselt enda ette naeratamas. Papa viskas mu hommikul 8 minutiga rongi peale (meie absoluutne rekord); Sirbis leidus huvitavaid artikleid; koju jõudes tegin vaikselt norskavas ruumis lisauinaku; Mustamäel oli geniaalne balletitund, sest sain pärast ise jääda peeglite vahele lihaseid pingutama; Maikut nägin tervelt 7 minutit ja need olid lahedad minutid; tiimarist sain endale päris pandavad cd-karbid ja plaadid sain ka peaaegu kõik sorteeritud; Väike K tõi seeni, mida unustasin talle pakkuda ja mis hiljem väga heaks osutusid; "Undiin" oli Põrgulava ruumis vägaväga hea, kuigi Dimal on veider omadus kompa ja lavastustempo lahus hoida - kompositsioonimeister, kes laseb vahel oma publiku mõttel liiga staatiliseks jääda, kui veider; lennujaama sõit oli lõdvestav, lugesin jälle Umbertot; pannkookide juurde tuli rõõmus sissetung G'lt ja H'lt, mistõttu mul oli põhjust oma "tuba" ära koristada AJEE! ja siis loomulikult hilisem pikk täisssöödetud ja arutatud vannis vedelemine... ja orkutipedelus :)
Viimasest rääkides - nägin Tammsaare pargis nelja vist vene rahvusest kutti ülevoolavalt ringi trallimas ja huilgamas. Võtsin paar sekundit, et hoomata nende välimust - ümber hoidvad teksad, asümmeetrilised püsti aetud tukad, hästiistuvad vatijoped ja õlakotid - kui üks neist minu eest läbi tormas, enesele näpu uhkelt vastu rinda asetas ja teatas: " Ja - gei. Ja gei."
Hästi. Selge. Naersin nende rõõmuga kaasa.
viiuldasin kell 12:54
Vettisime G'ga kaua vannis, kuni rumal vesi korduvalt külmaks läks, ja naersime ja naersime. Mu vann on tõepoolest täpselt nii suur, et üksinda on seda liiga raske täita, nii et edaspidi on vaja rohkem/sagedamini sõpru külla kutsuda vanniskäimiseks. Mulle sobib.
Tegelikult oli eile suurepärane päev ja ma leidsin end korduvalt idiootselt enda ette naeratamas. Papa viskas mu hommikul 8 minutiga rongi peale (meie absoluutne rekord); Sirbis leidus huvitavaid artikleid; koju jõudes tegin vaikselt norskavas ruumis lisauinaku; Mustamäel oli geniaalne balletitund, sest sain pärast ise jääda peeglite vahele lihaseid pingutama; Maikut nägin tervelt 7 minutit ja need olid lahedad minutid; tiimarist sain endale päris pandavad cd-karbid ja plaadid sain ka peaaegu kõik sorteeritud; Väike K tõi seeni, mida unustasin talle pakkuda ja mis hiljem väga heaks osutusid; "Undiin" oli Põrgulava ruumis vägaväga hea, kuigi Dimal on veider omadus kompa ja lavastustempo lahus hoida - kompositsioonimeister, kes laseb vahel oma publiku mõttel liiga staatiliseks jääda, kui veider; lennujaama sõit oli lõdvestav, lugesin jälle Umbertot; pannkookide juurde tuli rõõmus sissetung G'lt ja H'lt, mistõttu mul oli põhjust oma "tuba" ära koristada AJEE! ja siis loomulikult hilisem pikk täisssöödetud ja arutatud vannis vedelemine... ja orkutipedelus :)
Viimasest rääkides - nägin Tammsaare pargis nelja vist vene rahvusest kutti ülevoolavalt ringi trallimas ja huilgamas. Võtsin paar sekundit, et hoomata nende välimust - ümber hoidvad teksad, asümmeetrilised püsti aetud tukad, hästiistuvad vatijoped ja õlakotid - kui üks neist minu eest läbi tormas, enesele näpu uhkelt vastu rinda asetas ja teatas: " Ja - gei. Ja gei."
Hästi. Selge. Naersin nende rõõmuga kaasa.
viiuldasin kell 12:54
23 jaanuar 2008
22 jaanuar 2008
puisniidud, puisniidud
abstraktsed liigutused ja lõpmatud kostüümidekuhilad mu ajusoppides
talve sel aastal ei olegi?
viiuldasin kell 12:39
abstraktsed liigutused ja lõpmatud kostüümidekuhilad mu ajusoppides
talve sel aastal ei olegi?
viiuldasin kell 12:39
21 jaanuar 2008
Of all the stupid games of questions you owe me - I want to see you, girl! I don't give a damn about the rum...
So this was officially the first guest and she was "dressed" for the occasion - with a brand new piercing and hair color and happy attitude... I felt like a puppy being well patted and held and played with all evening - it seemed so incredible that we were able to talk, to drink tea and just to lay on the stupid coach watching the Buddhist prayers dancing in front of us.
I never want to forget my amazement and yet it will be gone in some weeks.
I was in the libraries looking for the music I desperately needed and found it on Vello Orumets record. I mean, really. His first name is Vello. In Estonia some random persons with questionable intentions are called Vellos. I think. (according to my brother anyway)
Mister M canceled our "meeting" again and this took away my excuses of not going to SEB ball.
So I went and to my astonishment even carried a date with me. I was rather amused by the short musical my friends danced in, I drank too many classes of wine in very short time and started to look for fruits but there wasn't any. So sweet Maiku and me - we were wandering around and stealing tiny tomatoes that were meant to act as garnish.. Karmen was incredible beautiful and young. And later I danced - I don't honestly remember the last time that happened, but oh how I danced now - and had no worries and no stupid thoughts. Than God for that. And I behaved. This is something new and good.
It is becoming more and more difficult to not think about the 1st of February. I mean - we won't even meet that day, if all goes the way I believe it does. We probably won't meet that week at all, if fate or destinies or just stupid every day lives get on the way... so I better not think about it.
I found it out just yesterday.
I don't have any real dreams any more and it's not depressive, it just is.
viiuldasin kell 00:09
So this was officially the first guest and she was "dressed" for the occasion - with a brand new piercing and hair color and happy attitude... I felt like a puppy being well patted and held and played with all evening - it seemed so incredible that we were able to talk, to drink tea and just to lay on the stupid coach watching the Buddhist prayers dancing in front of us.
I never want to forget my amazement and yet it will be gone in some weeks.
I was in the libraries looking for the music I desperately needed and found it on Vello Orumets record. I mean, really. His first name is Vello. In Estonia some random persons with questionable intentions are called Vellos. I think. (according to my brother anyway)
Mister M canceled our "meeting" again and this took away my excuses of not going to SEB ball.
So I went and to my astonishment even carried a date with me. I was rather amused by the short musical my friends danced in, I drank too many classes of wine in very short time and started to look for fruits but there wasn't any. So sweet Maiku and me - we were wandering around and stealing tiny tomatoes that were meant to act as garnish.. Karmen was incredible beautiful and young. And later I danced - I don't honestly remember the last time that happened, but oh how I danced now - and had no worries and no stupid thoughts. Than God for that. And I behaved. This is something new and good.
It is becoming more and more difficult to not think about the 1st of February. I mean - we won't even meet that day, if all goes the way I believe it does. We probably won't meet that week at all, if fate or destinies or just stupid every day lives get on the way... so I better not think about it.
I found it out just yesterday.
I don't have any real dreams any more and it's not depressive, it just is.
viiuldasin kell 00:09
20 jaanuar 2008
Kas te olete märganud, kuidas lühikeste juustega liikumisele aksenti saab lisada?
Jalutasime läbi paduvihmase öö pikki haake tehes "koju", ja midagi ei juhtunudki. Veini jätsime Hella Hundi ette kivitrepile.
viiuldasin kell 01:35
Jalutasime läbi paduvihmase öö pikki haake tehes "koju", ja midagi ei juhtunudki. Veini jätsime Hella Hundi ette kivitrepile.
viiuldasin kell 01:35
19 jaanuar 2008
Via gravis
dura cur eamus?
cur non sis amica?
Planetarum vagatio
Namus per alta caela -
stellae fulgent, nox gemit nigra.
Luna arboribus
lacrimis fudit lumen noctis.
Terra, caesia bulla nebulosa
in orbita sua.
Infra arboribus ventis circumdatis
lumen stellar fugat atra.
Ita praeterimus bellicosum
Martem deum, cum vagamur per spatia.
viiuldasin kell 14:47
dura cur eamus?
cur non sis amica?
Planetarum vagatio
Namus per alta caela -
stellae fulgent, nox gemit nigra.
Luna arboribus
lacrimis fudit lumen noctis.
Terra, caesia bulla nebulosa
in orbita sua.
Infra arboribus ventis circumdatis
lumen stellar fugat atra.
Ita praeterimus bellicosum
Martem deum, cum vagamur per spatia.
We sail through endless skies
Stars shine like eyes
The black night sighs
The moon in silver trees
Falls down in tears
Light of the night
The earth, a purple blaze
Of sapphire haze
In orbit always
While down below the trees
Bathed in cool breeze
Silver starlight breaks down the night
And so we pass on by the crimson eye
Of great god Mars
As we travel the universe
Stars shine like eyes
The black night sighs
The moon in silver trees
Falls down in tears
Light of the night
The earth, a purple blaze
Of sapphire haze
In orbit always
While down below the trees
Bathed in cool breeze
Silver starlight breaks down the night
And so we pass on by the crimson eye
Of great god Mars
As we travel the universe
viiuldasin kell 14:47
18 jaanuar 2008
S Kelle Nimi On Nagu Laul oli mu töönädala lõpuks teinud OMA tomatisuppi, mis jõudis minu juurde hilisõhtul/varaööl pärast ennelõunaseid pelmeene pooleldi venekeelses silmapilkselt meeldivas keskkonnas. Mul oli suisa kahju õhtu edasiminemise pärast.
Töötöötöö, nii huvitav on, nii hea on tunda aja kulgemist.
Creating is science ja mina olen teadlane.
viiuldasin kell 00:43
Töötöötöö, nii huvitav on, nii hea on tunda aja kulgemist.
Creating is science ja mina olen teadlane.
viiuldasin kell 00:43
13 jaanuar 2008
Pärast neljandat ööd mu uues kodus. M tõi lambid siia tuppa, laotas põrandale joonistusbloki ja tõmbas sinna värvilisi kriipse. Siis võttis kitarri ja mängis midagi korraks. Siis tõmbas veel kriipse.
Mu tomatisupp ei tulnud nii hea kui mõnikord. Huvitav, millest see sõltub.
---
Anyway, I wanted to tell you about the weird evening with the Little Prince. We were sitting in this great barbecue place wondering why the reflection on the windows acted the way it did and I dumped a pile of potatoes with sauce on his lap and jacket. I usually don't do that, really.
Later we sat on his bed and watched TV when I poked him almost in the eye with my classes - painfully, I'm sure. And again it wasn't funny.
And after a little while when I finished massaging his back I stood up and fell down again hitting my knee straight to his butt. Now this was getting hilarious. We laughed hard and decided to move around each other with utmost slowness for the rest of the evening. It was weird, I felt like people in romantic comedies only without romance.
It was terrifying to go home that night - I live in the real party zone and detested and feared the people standing, talking, kissing, laughing and drinking around my gate. I'm not easily frightened, but there is something about tons of liquor etching its way trough the hearts of young and not very wise people in Estonia that makes me feel uneasy. They weren't even Estonian in most cases.
But ahh, I like my home and it's lights.
viiuldasin kell 16:21
Mu tomatisupp ei tulnud nii hea kui mõnikord. Huvitav, millest see sõltub.
---
Anyway, I wanted to tell you about the weird evening with the Little Prince. We were sitting in this great barbecue place wondering why the reflection on the windows acted the way it did and I dumped a pile of potatoes with sauce on his lap and jacket. I usually don't do that, really.
Later we sat on his bed and watched TV when I poked him almost in the eye with my classes - painfully, I'm sure. And again it wasn't funny.
And after a little while when I finished massaging his back I stood up and fell down again hitting my knee straight to his butt. Now this was getting hilarious. We laughed hard and decided to move around each other with utmost slowness for the rest of the evening. It was weird, I felt like people in romantic comedies only without romance.
It was terrifying to go home that night - I live in the real party zone and detested and feared the people standing, talking, kissing, laughing and drinking around my gate. I'm not easily frightened, but there is something about tons of liquor etching its way trough the hearts of young and not very wise people in Estonia that makes me feel uneasy. They weren't even Estonian in most cases.
But ahh, I like my home and it's lights.
viiuldasin kell 16:21
Istusin sel õhtul kaua arvutis. E tuli tuppa, padi kaenlas, otsustavalt nagu koerad seda tavaliselt teevad, ning keeras end ruumi keskel vaibal pea alaspidi.
Tegelikult ma olen harjunud, et mind ümbritsevad inimesed seisavad pidevalt pea peal.
A mediteeris oma toas kesköö paiku 2 tundi.
E'ga panime mu moosiriiuli kokku. Sain ise tükk aega kruvida ja see rahustas mind suuresti. Moosiriiul tuli supernunnu, aga riidekirst on veel puudu.
A ütles E'le varem sel õhtul, et ta aura on nii väga lilla sellest nädalast.
Ma kujutasin ette, kuidas mu riiul on vaikselt igale poole viltu, ja turtsatasin soojusest.
Aga S, kelle nimi ja kuju on ilus nagu laul, tuli koju üleni värvisena ja ütles, et ta on täna jälle see eba-S. Eba-S, kui teda ometi sellisena teatakse! Aga mitte inimeste poolt, kes tegelikult tema ümber on, nagu näikse.
Ma ei tunne siit veel kedagi ja see on põnev.
Koer, koer puges ennast mu õhtuse uinaku ajal mulle teki alla ning meelitas mu endaga veel üheks tunniks.
viiuldasin kell 04:31
Tegelikult ma olen harjunud, et mind ümbritsevad inimesed seisavad pidevalt pea peal.
A mediteeris oma toas kesköö paiku 2 tundi.
E'ga panime mu moosiriiuli kokku. Sain ise tükk aega kruvida ja see rahustas mind suuresti. Moosiriiul tuli supernunnu, aga riidekirst on veel puudu.
A ütles E'le varem sel õhtul, et ta aura on nii väga lilla sellest nädalast.
Ma kujutasin ette, kuidas mu riiul on vaikselt igale poole viltu, ja turtsatasin soojusest.
Aga S, kelle nimi ja kuju on ilus nagu laul, tuli koju üleni värvisena ja ütles, et ta on täna jälle see eba-S. Eba-S, kui teda ometi sellisena teatakse! Aga mitte inimeste poolt, kes tegelikult tema ümber on, nagu näikse.
Ma ei tunne siit veel kedagi ja see on põnev.
Koer, koer puges ennast mu õhtuse uinaku ajal mulle teki alla ning meelitas mu endaga veel üheks tunniks.
viiuldasin kell 04:31
12 jaanuar 2008
Mentoreid, meie ellu on vaja rohkem mentoreid, et oleks ikka üles vaadata.
Nägin öösel unes U'd, kes oli natuke nagu Harry - tal oli deprekas ja ta nuttis. Pärast jalutasime kambaga mööda huvitava linna tänavat ja ma tundsin ennast paremini kui päriselus.
Snape tegi köögis süüa ja keelas meil koridorides joosta ning koputamisele vastata. Läksime siiski kardinate taha piiluma - väljas tuisus seisid pikk ja kõhn pähkelpruuni habemega Lupin ning keegi kolmas.. Snape viibutas enne seda meie peale hoiatavalt oma pannilabidaga ja võibolla on tal isegi must pikk põll ees.
I woke up well entertained.
viiuldasin kell 00:10
Nägin öösel unes U'd, kes oli natuke nagu Harry - tal oli deprekas ja ta nuttis. Pärast jalutasime kambaga mööda huvitava linna tänavat ja ma tundsin ennast paremini kui päriselus.
Snape tegi köögis süüa ja keelas meil koridorides joosta ning koputamisele vastata. Läksime siiski kardinate taha piiluma - väljas tuisus seisid pikk ja kõhn pähkelpruuni habemega Lupin ning keegi kolmas.. Snape viibutas enne seda meie peale hoiatavalt oma pannilabidaga ja võibolla on tal isegi must pikk põll ees.
I woke up well entertained.
viiuldasin kell 00:10
08 jaanuar 2008
(I'm so sorry for the wine)
So he gave me a ride home again - he always does, making me feel like a Cinderella, because it is always exactly midnight when I close my front door. I asked something trivial about the children and he didn't answer (as usual, of course), but he gave me a smile instead.
Boy, was that a smile or what. I think I forgot to breathe for a second, it was so incredibly open, honest and sincere, I closed the car door quickly and murmured something incoherent by myself - one merely doesn't see these kinds of smiles any more, they happen in fairy tales... One shouldn't see one's siblings smiling like that - brothers and sisters are close to old furniture - You love them dearly, but You never notice it...
Or that's how it should be - for me anyway, because other way I would miss them too much, wouldn't I?
I think I wrote down the 3 compliments my brothers ever made me during my lifetime.
I think I never needed to write down this smile.
---
She was laughing and holding my mouth shut with her hand - we were making fun of her hair, laying in an improvised bed - only the three of us and feeling very happy - or so it seemed to me. She seemed happy, too, and I wanted this moment to stop only for a small amount of time - I've never seen her laughing like that, so young, so beautiful, so close - I probably never see it again, but it was worth staying up so late (so early) and letting myself go again. She fascinates me in a way almost familiar - the fascination one of a kind, the one that makes You choose from a crowd from the first glance - and never letting that one go again.
---
The angel girl never came back, just like I thought that she wouldn't. I gave her my hug that wasn't really a deep one, when I come to think of it now, and she left easily and she will be nicely gone tomorrow - we probably won't see each other for years from now on...
I should have kissed her good bye, it would have been right.
I still feel like it was me who broke her arm, though.
Maybe it was.
viiuldasin kell 01:35
So he gave me a ride home again - he always does, making me feel like a Cinderella, because it is always exactly midnight when I close my front door. I asked something trivial about the children and he didn't answer (as usual, of course), but he gave me a smile instead.
Boy, was that a smile or what. I think I forgot to breathe for a second, it was so incredibly open, honest and sincere, I closed the car door quickly and murmured something incoherent by myself - one merely doesn't see these kinds of smiles any more, they happen in fairy tales... One shouldn't see one's siblings smiling like that - brothers and sisters are close to old furniture - You love them dearly, but You never notice it...
Or that's how it should be - for me anyway, because other way I would miss them too much, wouldn't I?
I think I wrote down the 3 compliments my brothers ever made me during my lifetime.
I think I never needed to write down this smile.
---
She was laughing and holding my mouth shut with her hand - we were making fun of her hair, laying in an improvised bed - only the three of us and feeling very happy - or so it seemed to me. She seemed happy, too, and I wanted this moment to stop only for a small amount of time - I've never seen her laughing like that, so young, so beautiful, so close - I probably never see it again, but it was worth staying up so late (so early) and letting myself go again. She fascinates me in a way almost familiar - the fascination one of a kind, the one that makes You choose from a crowd from the first glance - and never letting that one go again.
---
The angel girl never came back, just like I thought that she wouldn't. I gave her my hug that wasn't really a deep one, when I come to think of it now, and she left easily and she will be nicely gone tomorrow - we probably won't see each other for years from now on...
I should have kissed her good bye, it would have been right.
I still feel like it was me who broke her arm, though.
Maybe it was.
viiuldasin kell 01:35
06 jaanuar 2008
Ma mäletan ühte ööd, kui ma valetasin sõnadeta.
Ma teesklesin magamist, kuni ta mu kõrvalt lahkus, ja sain lõpuks oma kauaoodatud rahu.
Ma olen palju valetanud, tegelikult. Ma olen hommikuni vannis maganud ka, sest kuskile mujale polnud sel hetkel võimalik ära minna ja vesi lohutab. Ma olen nutnud karjudes, üksinda, valutades, valetades ka.
Ja siis oligi, kui enam telefonidele ei vastanud. Ja ma ei taha enam kunagi (PRAEGU) lähedust, mis ei ole midagi muud. Ma ennem valetan ennast tummaks ja kurdiks.
Aga Madli, aga Madli, elu pole film,
elu pole film..
Mis kuradi teema see on, see ebaküps teema, mis inimeste elus kunagi päris valmis ei saa? Kas see on see ainus ja parim, mille pärast inimkond eksisteerida võiks? Jumal, Sul on veider huumorimeel.
Aga aitäh nende teiste hetkede eest.
viiuldasin kell 00:54
Ma teesklesin magamist, kuni ta mu kõrvalt lahkus, ja sain lõpuks oma kauaoodatud rahu.
Ma olen palju valetanud, tegelikult. Ma olen hommikuni vannis maganud ka, sest kuskile mujale polnud sel hetkel võimalik ära minna ja vesi lohutab. Ma olen nutnud karjudes, üksinda, valutades, valetades ka.
Ja siis oligi, kui enam telefonidele ei vastanud. Ja ma ei taha enam kunagi (PRAEGU) lähedust, mis ei ole midagi muud. Ma ennem valetan ennast tummaks ja kurdiks.
Aga Madli, aga Madli, elu pole film,
elu pole film..
Mis kuradi teema see on, see ebaküps teema, mis inimeste elus kunagi päris valmis ei saa? Kas see on see ainus ja parim, mille pärast inimkond eksisteerida võiks? Jumal, Sul on veider huumorimeel.
Aga aitäh nende teiste hetkede eest.
viiuldasin kell 00:54
04 jaanuar 2008
7-päevane töömaraton algab sel hommikul, nii et võibolla tingib kurnatus pikema vaikuse
ja pealegi -
creating is science
let me do my thing now for a while
viiuldasin kell 00:30
ja pealegi -
creating is science
let me do my thing now for a while
viiuldasin kell 00:30
03 jaanuar 2008
Jälle uus kodu, kui banaalne.
Mitte kodu, aga see alatine varga tunne, või mahajäetud koera.
Võibolla läksid nad liiga korraga kõik minema ka, ma ei tea. Igatahes hiilisin ma eile oma koikule ja ärkasin öösel paaril korral selle peale, et koer mu kaisus hakkas norskama.
Jälle uus ajastu. Pilvepiiril käidud, nüüd vaja sammud idamaadesse seada. Ma ei suuda keskenduda homme algavale hirmsale töönädalale, kui kõikjal on elevandid. Mulle meeldivad ju elevandid.
Nüüd aga - mis tegelikult takistaks mul märtsis Londonisse ja Pariisi minemast?
viiuldasin kell 13:56
Mitte kodu, aga see alatine varga tunne, või mahajäetud koera.
Võibolla läksid nad liiga korraga kõik minema ka, ma ei tea. Igatahes hiilisin ma eile oma koikule ja ärkasin öösel paaril korral selle peale, et koer mu kaisus hakkas norskama.
Jälle uus ajastu. Pilvepiiril käidud, nüüd vaja sammud idamaadesse seada. Ma ei suuda keskenduda homme algavale hirmsale töönädalale, kui kõikjal on elevandid. Mulle meeldivad ju elevandid.
Nüüd aga - mis tegelikult takistaks mul märtsis Londonisse ja Pariisi minemast?
viiuldasin kell 13:56
01 jaanuar 2008
The last tango in my nest above Tallinn took place for a long time yesterday and we would have been tremendously happy
were it not that I have bad dreams
were it not that we are in pain.
I might never go skating again, I value my legs too much from now on.
Please let this year come better than the last one, it may even be not as interesting, just a little bit happier.
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Kui ma traumapunktist jõudsin, oli Estonias uusaastakontsert juba algamas. Sellest oli äärmiselt kahju ja me läheme nüüd tõenäoliselt kinno, aga tegelikult pole ju oluline, kui olla inimestega, kellega tahan olla.
Üks on puudu.
Aga veebruaris.
Soovin teile head.
viiuldasin kell 18:07
were it not that I have bad dreams
were it not that we are in pain.
I might never go skating again, I value my legs too much from now on.
Please let this year come better than the last one, it may even be not as interesting, just a little bit happier.
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Kui ma traumapunktist jõudsin, oli Estonias uusaastakontsert juba algamas. Sellest oli äärmiselt kahju ja me läheme nüüd tõenäoliselt kinno, aga tegelikult pole ju oluline, kui olla inimestega, kellega tahan olla.
Üks on puudu.
Aga veebruaris.
Soovin teile head.
viiuldasin kell 18:07
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