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29 veebruar 2008

Was it me who was singing "Fever" for two days in a row? Well - I might consider it a job well done and congratulate myself because I'm at home with a nice little fever, some tremors, a good amount of vomiting and a charming head ache...
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Kõige ägedam siin Vanalinna kommuunis elamise juures - näed tänaval/bussis/üritusel mingit eriti lahedat inimest, täpselt nii erilist ja huvitavat, et talle järgi vaadata - ning päev või nädal vm ajaline ühik hiljem on ta juhuslikult siin värvikirevas lounge'is diivanil ja joob kellegagi teed. Tuled koju ja siin on täiesti uued inimesed, kellelt esimesena küsida - ega te siin ei ela? Sest ka see on vägagi võimalik. Või nagu need Moskva poisid, kelle ühel ööl kögist leidsin, need tuletriki-tsirkuslased...
Meenutasid mingeid veidraid suveseiklusi, millest ei tea, kas neid meelel hoida või lihtsalt unustada.

Aga paar pilti on liiga olulised - mäletad, kuidas L tantsis? Suure keskaegse linna kruusasel peaväljakul rahvamassi sees trummide taustal ja tulede paistel; tema lihased välkusid ja tema kauge naeratus säras nagu vanades juttudes...
Ja hiljem ühed heledad silmad ja ideaalne nahk; sügavus, kuhu uppuda - aga see polnud päris elu.
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Stupid, stupid mental pictures; could I swim away, could it all be more fogged?
I'm mixing up my naive dreams and real life again, swallowed by beauty and the theatrical aspects of life. And only in my mind, only in my mind..
Niccce...


viiuldasin kell 22:16


Freeze!

The moments of being still and the moments of laughing with joy.
I guess I'd be lonely, if I started to think about it.
Today I had no reason to.

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Now, now, what should I do with my summer? Any ideas, maybe? madliteller @ hotmail.com


viiuldasin kell 00:58


28 veebruar 2008

"Ei. Ma räägin suhtest. Tõelisest suhtest nii nagu mina sellest aru saan; inimestest, kes jäävad kokku mitte seetõttu, et nad üksteisega magavad, vaid sellepärast, et koos olemine on tükk maad vähem valus kui lahus olemine.."

less painful indeed




viiuldasin kell 02:55


27 veebruar 2008


Darjeeling Limited
võiks isegi olla midagi, mille peal kauem peatuda.

Ei ole osanud muidugi Wes Andersoni režissöörina väga hinnata - Steve Zissou lugu oli veidra tempo ja ülesehitusega ning äärmiselt harjumatu. Vahur mainis, et tegelikult on see mingis kindlas meeleolus olles täiesti geniaalne asi, mida vaadata, aga mina mõtisklesin, et äkki ma olin sellise atmosfääri jaoks ülepeakaela liiga noor.

"Darjeeling" oli esimesest kaadrist jälle ilmselgelt Anderson (kes muu paneks kohe alguses Bill Murray taksosse ning peaosaliste rongist maha jääma ning Natalie Portmani mõnesekundilist cameot tegema..) ning rabas oma piltide ja õhustikuga lihtsalt jalust. Peategeliste käitumine oli oma veidruses absurdselt loomulik ning kergesti vastuvõetav, dialoogid olid maitsvad, kuulatavad, põhikamp eesotsas Adrien Brody'ga lõi oma kokkumänguga pahviks - õigemini just ei löönud, sest nad sobisid naturaalselt ja märkamatult teineteisesse. Tempolt natuke "Lost in Translationi" moodi rahulik road trip, mille jooksul elu tõusud ja mõõnad voolavad mööda, minevikud ja tulevikud kohtuvad ja kõik saavad kuidagi terveks, või kui ei saa, siis elavad edasi, või kui ei ela, siis surevad ära.

Ja ikkagi parim - kui mingil India tolmusel külavaheteel sinuni lõpuks buss jõuab, siis ta ootab täpselt nii kaua, kuni saad oma asjad aetud ja ennast bussi maha potsatatud.
Kiiret ei ole.


viiuldasin kell 21:08


I saw a dream with ludicrous diversity - me yelling on my dancers like a lunatic; Tea Cube performing clumsily to Septimus, Primus and the third one (check the picture) while they were in their dress rehearsal; we had to take a break because Kamme's costume broke and I had to bring myself new stockings - for that I had to get naked and walk trough my old school with nothing but my panties on to get to my dressing room; I met some of my old teachers on the way and had a few words with them while my ex-boyfriend from many years ago noticed me and liked his lips in a criminal manner; the dressing room was a mess anyways and it included a very happy electrician..

Before or after that was something rather felonious with spying, cars and love gone wrong.

This was actually so tasty that I think I should quickly go to bed again.
BTW - "Darjeeling Limited" with my darker brother - delicious.


viiuldasin kell 00:53


25 veebruar 2008

Elina Kivinukk kui Pohukiim, Pakuhoor, Vana Kooli Juutuub ja Ei-lollakas. Mäletasin küll.

Nukukesed käisid külas, naervad, sõime igasugu asju, kõhuvalu, oskarid ja eesti vabariik elagu. Muusika oli heahea.

Homme on tööpäevtööpäev, ma veel ei tea, mida ma üldse tulevast nädalast arvan või tunnen. Peaasi, et jälle üks tuleb.

Lõpetan Ahti arvuti kuritarvitamise.

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- This Jo is much cooler than... I-don't-know-who.
- I don't know who either.
- Well, yes. But he's cooler than him anyway, isn't he?
- He is.
-
- Did you just fart?
- No I didn't! It would have sounded like that: " "
- If you say so.
- (sleep)
- (sleep)
- Deardeardear
- Thank you. Good night.
- Mmmnight.


viiuldasin kell 00:58


madli --
[noun]:

A level headed person who always makes the wrong decision

Ma ütlesin! Ütlesin ju!

(update 25.02.2008)
Today's fortune: Avoid a hasty decision
wtf?


viiuldasin kell 00:42


24 veebruar 2008

Hm, ja see nimi, keda mõned ei mäletanud, algas Š-ga.
Ja lõpetame selle 2003 aasta sissekannete lugemise, see on nonsens.

Palju õnne, 20000.

Algas viimane päev.


viiuldasin kell 00:11


23 veebruar 2008

The sun, that had shone almost violently during the trip was much lower now and seemed flatter and friendly in this town consisting mainly of small wooden houses and a castle. The graveyard was so little that one could have put it in one's pocket - with an imagination wide enough. She patted the stone wall surrounding it and had the deja-vu's of all the times she had done it before - it had always marked the beginning of an adventure or two however harmless the town might seem to the passanger that did not know better.

The day flew by and in the evening, when she couldn't get the sounds of Kimmo out of her head, it turned out to be one of the most stupid saturday evenings ever. She felt so small she could have fitted in anyone's pocket, but there was really no pockets nearby.


viiuldasin kell 23:05


They were having an ice-cream war in the bathroom after three persons dyed my hair very red. It was another evening of cheer laugh (and tea, as I said before) and by two o'clock in the night the others woke up and came to talk with us about their dreams.

I actually miss the sun.


viiuldasin kell 01:56


22 veebruar 2008

Õhtud Vanalinnas/Evenings in Old Town

Ta kirjutas ühe korra veel ning ütles, et plaanib oma koera maha lüüa ja juuksed ära lõigata. Nüüd kontrollin igal võimalikul juhul meili.
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They decided that the theme of the evening was 'gross'. Everybody were as gross as humanly possible and laughed their evil laughs and humped others and climbed over people and it was very nonsexual because it was so gross. Later we enjoyed the feeling of tiredness in our abdominal muscles.
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Ta praadis hommikuks neli viilu leiba ning me jõime teed. Jutuajamised mandlite juures ja üksteiselt andeks palumine. Viimane nädalavahetus minevikumõnusid rullub rahulikult lahti ja lõhnab tugevasti kaneeli järele.
Jalutasime Virus ja vaatasime kasse.
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The next evening they started to ask - we heard there's a party at your place today? We hadn't known, but of course there was if somebody was interested, and later there REALLY was - with long haired or curly people I had never seen before and not a drop of alcohol at all... we're still waiting for the best friends to arrive and I made some pancakes with banana slices that I'm not going to share - my money is really truly gone and I can do one hosting only with tea and biscuits, I can, I can! I have spoiled them with my dinners already, I know :)
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Ma tegin voodi suuremaks ja kraamisin õige pisut. Elevandid ja soojus ja värvid on teema ja tee maitseb alati hästi.
Hoo hoo.


viiuldasin kell 21:41


20 veebruar 2008

Just work and dance and myself - skip.

I just worked over hours for the third night in a row this week and it felt super. Like - a possibility to take time and do some stretching for an hour while I'm pretending to be a dance instructor. Simply ingenious! I started my "back-to-basics" workout only last week and already I have no problems managing the most common splits.. Yes, I sound like a TV shop salesman :)


If only I could do more push-ups - it was a good shape I lost together with my sense of purpose in life for a while.

I have been unable to decide between Germany and France as my residence for 6 months or something in the end of this year, but after some serious "drama-queen-strikes-again" business this weekend I think that I should try out Taize instead of continuing to work in a different environment. I guess it's time to start to think not only who/where/how I should be but also 'why' I should be at all and how to create myself the happiest of possible surroundings.

Coping some conflicts deep inside me is going to be lots of fun. Oh, the irony.

And yet, I cannot help to feel bad because of my 'ducklings', my beautiful dancers that already almost cry because of me going away.

How did the Turkish girl put it?

- You are going to have many possibilities and choices in life and You still tend to take the wrong chances...


viiuldasin kell 22:09


18 veebruar 2008

Ärkasime kõik peavaludeta, sest Krissu helistas ja soovis meiega midagi teha. Tegime süüa ja süüa ja köögipõrandat ja natuke väsimust ja palju olemist ja õhtul pärast peaaegu kõigi lahkumist tegin veel süüa ja süüa.

Öösel ammu pärast kõikide emotsioonide surma pani Siim oma Nikolause pildid üles (loata ei kasuta, tantsijad).

Ja ma ei oska kasuta sõna 'vihkama', aga talumine on mõõtmatu.

Kas tahta endale koobast või lossi?


viiuldasin kell 01:07


17 veebruar 2008

"Kui ma prraegu peaksi peaksin midagi bloggerrdama siis mida PER...T ma kirjiutaksin?"

mingisugune once in a lifetime õhtu
kui ma ei oleks olnud põlvili põrandal ja nii palju nutnud
ärge meenutage

ja meenutage palun kõikekõike head, seda on tänasest õhtust nii kuradi palju

ja halba. oo, ja halba. kas te olete inglid või deemonid?


viiuldasin kell 04:35


15 veebruar 2008

Tegime palju, väga palju peaaegu liiga vürtsist toitu ja mu uni lahenes pisut. MK (jälle üks?) ostis enne poes parasjagu alkoholi ja teda oli ilus ja peaaegu nukker näha (sest sel hetkel oli mul veel kõht väga tühi). Talle meeldisid mu juuksed ja see oli hea.

Nüüd korraks kuulan kannelt.


viiuldasin kell 21:44


Udusulekuhi süles

Helistasin täna produtsentidele ja tantsijatele. Valmistasin ette ja pidasin loengut. Mõtlesin. Planeerisin. Rahatasin.

US-KU-MA-TU.

Kõik läks otsekui väga hästi, aga (võibolla tühjast kõhust) on mul tuju/süda nii paha, et tahan kerra tõmbuda ja olla pisike ja kortsuskortsus.


viiuldasin kell 18:34


12 veebruar 2008

The New Breathing

They went away and I felt like crying for a sec. It was too many emotions in a small amount of time - the excitement of the praise; the unbelievable words said and left unsaid; me leaving and not finishing my job - I was proud of my girls and happy and at the same time completely angry at myself as if I was stabbing somebody in the back... I swallowed my emotions that I had no words to at this moment, and understood that these were the two seconds of not yet responding to the present - in these two seconds I was feeling the c'est la vie's of goods and bads and living fully even if I wasn't really doing anything at that time.

It came back to me 24 hours later while driving home from "work" - I was listening some sad rock and enjoying my legs reminding me of the day of good dance classes after in-depth preparation by myself - and I noticed a feeling of extreme happiness of being alive in the place and time and body and mind that I am. I had thought I had lost this feeling for good. I had thought that I got that emotion only trough love.

God, You gave me back some little pieces of me that I had put into my pockets and forgot.
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Mu kuldsed kontsakingad väsitasid - eelmine tööpäev oli kestnud 12 tundi ja väsitanud mu aju ja meele, nüüd väsisid mu emotsioonid ja jalad, aga sellele polnud aega ega vajadustki mõelda. Lapsed olid ilusad - kuidas on tantsulapsed nii ilusad? Kõik kostüümid ja soengud ja rollid said õigeaegselt valmis ning mul ei jäänud muud üle kui valgustajale õigel hetkel virutada. Hele põrand ja tagumine kardin toimisid ülihästi...

Olin jälle 7 päeva järjest tööd vihtunud ning magasin kella kaheni päeval. Raamatukogu oli täis jazztehnikamõtteid ja cou de pied'sid, hilisem Kanuti oli üllatus - olin sellest riigist kaua eemal viibinud, nad ei teadnud isegi mu soengut ning mind häiris, et see parasjagu igavat musta tooni oli. Vana koolivend KS lummab mind laval eranditult alati - misasi see on tema pikas tugevas ülakehas ja tumedates publikusse keeratud silmades? Täiesti puhtsüdamlikult seksikas mees. Tõepoolest.
Kooli ajal ei märganud teda peaaegu kunagi.

Istusime mingites söögikohtades ja mõnitasime, keda juhtus. "Vanad sõbrad" olid koos, needsamad, kellel on alati lõbus, ja kellel oleks lõbus ka siis, kui me tihedamini kui paaril korral aastas näeks. KV oli mulle jälle küsimus, ma ei oska teda lugeda, aga ma ei peagi. M on ligitõmbavam kui vanasti.

Seadsin end hommikul bussis sisse ja alustasin oma tööpäeva. Jah, ma olen ebatraditsiooniline. Jah, elu on lahe.


viiuldasin kell 23:18


06 veebruar 2008

Ma ei arva, et ta soovis kõigile meeldida.
Ma arvan, et asi on lihtsalt teiste tunnetega arvestamises.


viiuldasin kell 12:35


05 veebruar 2008

Istusin oma toas õmblusmasina taga ja täristasin kokku punaseid läikivaid kleidikesi ja halle samuraikuubi.
Tühjale toale ütlesin kõva häälega:
"Mul on Baudolinost nii kahju!"

Mul võttis selle raamatu läbimine üle 6 kuu ja Frederick suri uppumissurma.
Ma oleksin läinud lolliks, mitte erakuks nagu B.
Ja miks Eco ei toonud enam kordagi esile seda veidrat ennet, et Colandrina sünnitas kitsejalgadega lapse? Kuidas see kõik hiljem Hypatiaga seotud oli ja mis kurat neist sai?

Valetamise aabits, ma ütlen.


viiuldasin kell 13:17


03 veebruar 2008

Away

Midagi otsekui peaks ju tegema oma pühapäevaga enne üht järjekordselt põrgulikku ja üdini armastusväärset töönädalat.

And yet I cannot seem to see past my curtains.


viiuldasin kell 17:09


It's close to 20 000 now,

so You people, who ever You are, happen to read me a lot.
---

I worked incredibly intensively on Tuesday and had to calm myself down with wine after that, 'cause my brain felt as if it was burning.

My "children" (not so young now, really, although they come between 6 and 20 years) were dancing just fine, 4 works out of 7 managed to get into the next round and I have 5 more to go in Tartu, but I was not very pleased - the two out of three dances that won't continue competing were for me an awful lot better than the ones that will...

So I didn't really agree with the jury, that's all.

At least they used exactly the right words when analyzing the dance "Not yet.." (on Buble's "Feeling Good") - glamour, stile, elegance, sensuality, delicacy, good taste and so on...
Well, the Phoenix troupe danced as... devils or angels, I wasn't really sure: the little knowing smile playing on their lips almost harmlessly and yet so mercilessly..
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Jay came Friday night and after 6 months it felt as if it had been only 2 weeks or something - the overwhelming feeling of familiarity and rightness may be only for a month before he leaves for good, but I have my best friend with me for February and we might even meet one day in our later lives - in New Zealand, in Australia, in Hollywood or Japan, maybe? It's all right now, or if it still isn't, then it will be, although he is almost perfect :)
His hair is falling on his shoulders now and he has been visiting the gym A LOT.
On the other hand, I have a brand new reddish EMO-hairdo and a stomach so flat that one could iron on it.
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I'll dye my hair blueish black next week, I decided. And after that I would like to have a permanent red-and-black head :)


viiuldasin kell 12:45


Nii väga kui mind häiriski J-K (selle teise) varajane lahkumine, ta oli täpselt seda tüüpi, kes kunagi minu moodi tüdrukutest (kui neid üldse on) ei huvitu.

Alkoholi oli jälle liiga palju.


viiuldasin kell 01:21


01 veebruar 2008

tuhkatriinu

väliselt polnud otsekui midagi, ainult süda peksles hirmus kõvasti.
veel ei olnud kesköö.


viiuldasin kell 23:36


Today's fortune: You will never need to worry about a steady income

Of course I'll never need to worry about a steady income if I'll never going to have one.
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late in the mornings she sleeps like a fallen angel
her face like marble and her expression soft as silk
her limbs all in a strange heap as if she is hardly alive
her skin and hair extracting scent most sweet

i have not seen enough of that
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Ma olen raamaturändurite Ooteruumis praegu täpselt keset erinevaid seiklusi ja see on natuke väsitav.
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1 new message:
Kui viimane lend välja arvata on ainuõige lennumoodus tuttava taeva uue ilme ja kindla maandumisplatsiga jah, kujutan ette, et madli teller looks like buddha amid the rice and tea enough for a handful of holy mice. Hiired kuulavad malbelt jutlust matemaatikaülesannetest, kogunenuna Ta keha armulauale

Re:
Jätsin sulle rääkimata Fedjast, kohalikust sissepõlenud kummitusest- täna on so meie esimese kohtumise õhtu. Tegelt on ägedad päevad olnud ja tulevad edasi ka, aga kind of frustratingly missing ya, me pirate, and yer face so fair and yer luving care.. Vähe sõpru näinud nowadays. Öist ööd and may the winds treat ya kind..

Re:
Oh longshanks, I have lost my way
oh longshanks never leave mey

Re:
The last quote of this evening: The paradoxes bug me. And I can learn to love and make love to paradoxes that bug me. I mean - on really romantic evenings of Myself I go salsa dancing with my confusion..


viiuldasin kell 16:25


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