<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996</id><updated>2012-02-14T21:08:24.868+02:00</updated><title type='text'>livin my way as golden as i know</title><subtitle type='html'>a place where my thoughts go hiding</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-5157425773960312411</id><published>2012-02-14T20:04:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T20:15:57.642+02:00</updated><title type='text'>gettin it together, anytime soon now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eyrBMpQrbT8" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the other days are beautiful&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0MQydjF4xQ/TzqjN6wotfI/AAAAAAAAAig/qneh9gqsfXA/s1600/the%2Bteacher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0MQydjF4xQ/TzqjN6wotfI/AAAAAAAAAig/qneh9gqsfXA/s320/the%2Bteacher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709054937152402930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in my calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. sometimes i don't feel my best. those days tend to be 14. February, 8. March, 11. July, 24. December and 31. January.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-5157425773960312411?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/5157425773960312411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2012/02/gettin-it-together-anytime-soon-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/5157425773960312411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/5157425773960312411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2012/02/gettin-it-together-anytime-soon-now.html' title='gettin it together, anytime soon now.'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/eyrBMpQrbT8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-663293357608730314</id><published>2012-02-12T15:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T15:58:44.247+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Kas mäletad, millal  sa viimati armunud olid? Su süda tegi ahhh. See on nii imeline tunne.  Sama on siis, kui armastad iseennast, selle vahega et sa ei jäta ennast  kunagi maha. Kui sa oled kord hakanud ennast armastama, siis on see  tunne sinuga kogu su ülejäänud elu; sa võid sellest teha parima suhte  mis üldse võimalik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Louise L. Hay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-663293357608730314?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/663293357608730314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2012/02/kas-maletad-millal-sa-viimati-armunud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/663293357608730314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/663293357608730314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2012/02/kas-maletad-millal-sa-viimati-armunud.html' title=''/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-4476242597453176663</id><published>2012-02-07T22:41:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T20:17:57.507+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bu3MToihGvo/TzGRFIF_B5I/AAAAAAAAAiU/XJydr-7eoXg/s1600/fuck%2Byoou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bu3MToihGvo/TzGRFIF_B5I/AAAAAAAAAiU/XJydr-7eoXg/s320/fuck%2Byoou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706501720113088402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is different. I don't feel cheerful anymore. I feel less optimism. Its like down. My mojo is down. I used to love having fun, i used to think I could do whatever, i believed in love, in myself and also loving people around me. now its like no one gives a bloody shit. its like everyone is just excisting in denial of being happy and determined not to reach the top.  Am i like the only one in this fucking city ? are you all dead or something ??? no one values love, being sincere, caring, wanting the best and when seeing someone fit somewhere then is it so hard to guide them to actually have to courage to do it for themselves ? is it so hard to give in to love when people feel its there ? why are they all in denial like the status '' cold turkey'' is better than hot, passionate, crazy love ???? i fucking hate my closest person sometimes for never supporting me. for never believing in me. for never seeing inside me to see what i need. for not giving me love. for the blaming me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I'm empty here with these turkeys and I'm starting to be like them. dead. numb. emotionless. everything is just a cold and steady road to nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I'm a dead turkey like you all love to be around here and if you want to talk to me to warm me up then please, I'm listening. watching. waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otherwise fuck you you fucking fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-4476242597453176663?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/4476242597453176663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2012/02/something-is-different.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/4476242597453176663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/4476242597453176663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2012/02/something-is-different.html' title=''/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bu3MToihGvo/TzGRFIF_B5I/AAAAAAAAAiU/XJydr-7eoXg/s72-c/fuck%2Byoou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-6564083766050430222</id><published>2012-02-04T01:03:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T01:07:28.804+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Partners in life, lets partner up, partners in crime ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IDxI3PnYngM/TyxoTnqou3I/AAAAAAAAAho/HfB5dJ_IrAQ/s1600/310136_166938450062493_150610901695248_313988_845540691_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IDxI3PnYngM/TyxoTnqou3I/AAAAAAAAAho/HfB5dJ_IrAQ/s320/310136_166938450062493_150610901695248_313988_845540691_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705049514246191986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for real. I have no idea why I even think about you. Its like ur a  part of me and you didn't even do anything sweet for me to make me fall  in love with you. Its not your dick, coz I've had better dicks in bed,  but it was the way you made love with me. And how you held me. And how  you always start babbling about random things. And how you always  suspect things( only because you have things hidden). And how you dance.  Oh man, I hate how you dance.. You do that thing with your hand like ur  in Amsterdam and doing ecstasy. As a salsa teacher ur good. That was  sweet of you. And how you aired your fart out of the car, that was cute  too. U have some roughs edges, but I believe that with me you were the  real you cause you kinda didn't think much of me like I didn't think  much of you and we both flipped coz we were off guard. You were just  looking for one night fun and I was out for the same and it was so cute  how you tried to create '' romance'' by taking me to the lighthouse.  That was cute of you alltho its always one thing and one thing only with  men. Wine was nice. The music you put on from Pandora was nice and the  fire in the chimney was nice too, so it was just perfect in its  unperfect way. I could just come fly in anytime I wanted and you pretty  much were there coz you loved to have access to my pussy and you knew  that I didn't mind giving you pleasure and besides I loved to have your  homie company.  And it was so funny when I left the bed messy and you  freaked out. And then next time I did it really nicely. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was my evil plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant spoil you that early by  washing your clothes, folding them and making your bed when you didn't  catch my heart yet.  And my mission there was to take care of Nate,  he  was so lonely little boy who called me there from another world. Imagine  this. 51 years older mother who is constantly on drugs, former  alcoholic, adopted, found out when he was 3,5 years old that his mom is  not really his real mom and that his real mom gave him away. then the  adopted dad died. 13 nannies before me. no stability, not a single adult  that he could really feel strongly protected by. and then came me. All i  had, I gave to that boy and if i could, Id do it all again, coz' him  and I - we shared a connection. and that was real. He loved me and I  loved him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has a masterplan where all the little puzzle pieces come together and everything is exactly how it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont even really have a plan with you. i'm just floating in the air as  i usually do. I would love to hear from you how you miss me and how you  need me. What else.. i would love to manage you and i think you could  do a lot of things as coaching others less fortunate. And the thing that  drives you crazy is that I'm so young and Ii know so much things  already that you have learned with hard experiences. I can make it  easier for you to understand- I'm indigo child. i'm born on a higher  mental level already. I'm an old soul. don't let my young looks fool you  cause for me its all about the right usage of time I have here in this  body.&lt;br /&gt;But first things first. You need to reach up to me and I cant help you.   Just do as your heart. Trust me, hearts have a way of knowing things  that minds cannot explain. Otherwise we would all me miracle makers, but  only the bravest get there. Bravehearts. and you have a pretty brave  heart i must say. i could make  you a success before you can even learn  how to say abrakadabra. but i wont move an inch, cause I want you to  tell me that you need me. That you miss me. That you cant live without  me.  You know that song from Beyonce '' Upgrade you '' .. if you don't  then go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partner, partner- lemme upgrade you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one golden rule in life. We get ahead in life by helping others. through giving comes getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how long the '' connection'' is meant to be. There is no ''  the one''. People in our lives &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-od60v6ZSsr8/TyxoT7XubfI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Rs7I8m3ai6k/s1600/still%2Balive%252Cs%2Btill%2Bcool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 177px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-od60v6ZSsr8/TyxoT7XubfI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Rs7I8m3ai6k/s320/still%2Balive%252Cs%2Btill%2Bcool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705049519535582706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;are seasons and we all have a mission. To  someone we are the missing links. You have something for me, I have  something for you and that's how the growing goes until we are full and  we need to move on.  Some people who have shared something that special  in this life remain friends for life, coz the experience they shared  makes them special.Through good and bad. Sometimes in the journey there  also comes family and kids when the partner is with suitable qualities  and could be a good role model. We have arrived here to learn and to  give and to teach others on this journey we are on together. ( and don't  ask me what i have smoked, coz i haven't smoked. I don't smoke, i don't  drink and I'm not on antidepressants.  I decided I was finished with  all that shit.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-6564083766050430222?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/6564083766050430222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2012/02/partners-in-life-lets-partner-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/6564083766050430222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/6564083766050430222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2012/02/partners-in-life-lets-partner-up.html' title='Partners in life, lets partner up, partners in crime ?'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IDxI3PnYngM/TyxoTnqou3I/AAAAAAAAAho/HfB5dJ_IrAQ/s72-c/310136_166938450062493_150610901695248_313988_845540691_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-3080352789656288370</id><published>2012-01-26T17:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T17:38:47.954+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="caption"&gt;Meister küsis oma õpilastelt: "Miks me karjume vihast? Miks inimesed karjuvad ük&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;steise peale kui nad on endast väljas?"&lt;br /&gt; Õpilased mõtlesid natuke, ja üks nendest ütles: "sest me kaotame oma  rahu - sellepärast karjume". "Aga miks karjuda kui teine inimene on sinu  kõrval? Kas pole võimalik rääkida temaga tasase häälega? Miks sa karjud  inimese peale kui vihane oled?" Õpilased andsid ka teisi vastuseid, ent  ükski ei rahuldanud meistrit.&lt;br /&gt;Lõpuks ta selgitas:&lt;br /&gt;"Kui kaks  inimest on üksteise peale vihased, siis nende südamed distantseeruvad  tugevalt. Et katta seda kaugust, peavad nad karjuma, et teineteist  kuulda. Mida vihasemad nad on, seda valjemini nad peavad karjuma, et  läbi selle suure distantsi üksteist kuulda.&lt;br /&gt;Siis meister küsis:&lt;br /&gt; "Mis juhtub kui kaks inimest armuvad? Nad ei karju üksteise peale vaid  räägiva pehmelt - miks? Sest nende südamed on üksteisele väga lähedal.  Distants nende vahel on väga väike..."&lt;br /&gt;Ta lõpetas:&lt;br /&gt;"Ja kui nad  armastavad üksteist veel enam, mis juhtub? Nad ei suhtle, ainult  sosistavad, ja saavad üksteisega veel lähedasemaks oma armastuses.  Lõpuks pole neil vaja isegi enam sosistada, nad ainult vaatavad  üksteist, ja see on kõik. Vot nii lähedased on kaks inimest, kes  üksteist armastavad."&lt;br /&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-3080352789656288370?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/3080352789656288370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/3080352789656288370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/3080352789656288370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-3716235724878211524</id><published>2012-01-25T11:59:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T12:01:12.416+02:00</updated><title type='text'>6 best ways to heal a broken heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MTDlu_SdnCE/Tx_S0qRtYsI/AAAAAAAAAhU/6NzOkD3LlW8/s1600/ruby%2Brose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MTDlu_SdnCE/Tx_S0qRtYsI/AAAAAAAAAhU/6NzOkD3LlW8/s320/ruby%2Brose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701507455417934530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="ap"&gt;According to &lt;em&gt;The Daily News&lt;/em&gt;, Tyra Banks is coping with her recent split from her boyfriend of three years by jetting off to Bali à la Elizabeth Gilbert in &lt;em&gt;Eat, Pray, Love&lt;/em&gt;  for a “spiritual retreat.” Not everyone recovering from a breakup can  seek solace on the other side of the world, so I put together a list of  simple tips to help you feel like your normal, rad self again—with or  without a passport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ap"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Be Kind to Yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As  much as you don’t want to brush off the Doritos crumbs and peel  yourself off the couch to shower, just do it. Even better: leave the  house. Schedule a massage, get a haircut or take a yoga class. While  exercising may not be your favorite form of indulgence, the payoff in  endorphins and self-esteem is worth the effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ap"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Make a List of His Most Annoying Traits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is  there some sort of default setting that resets itself the minute a guy  breaks up with us where suddenly he’s the most insanely awesome person  to ever walk the earth? So what if he rides a fixed gear with no hands  or let your g-ma win at bridge? (He probably just sucked!) Jot down the  ten things (no matter how minimal) that you let slide but really irked  you. Keep it on hand to consult every time you catch yourself idealizing  him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ap"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Cut Off All Contact&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This  is very serious. This is what the delete button was made for. Block him  on Facebook and remove all of the pics of you two on your profile. Do  not call—ever. Unless you want him to give you back the stuff you left  in his drawers, or you found out he won the lottery with the ticket you  bought together, and he has your half, there is no good reason to  communicate. So what if he misses you? Duh, of course he does! You  wouldn’t pick at a scab or it would never heal (or, worse, leave a gross  scar). If you need to talk, call &lt;em&gt;anyone&lt;/em&gt; but him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ap"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Get &lt;em&gt;Quality&lt;/em&gt; Male Attention&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your  girlfriends are killer when it comes to comforting you, taking you to  movies and telling you over and over how you’re so much hotter and  smarter than he deserves. However, there is something especially  reassuring about it coming from a guy. Call up a friend or lean on a  friend’s boyfriend for a little cheering up. It will remind you of what a  great catch you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ap"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Obliterate All Traces&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean  house! And that means removing all letters, photos, or remnants of him  from the vicinity. If you’re the sentimental type, you don’t HAVE to  torch it with lighter fluid. Just put it in a shoe-box and throw it deep  in your closet where you keep your third-grade scrapbook you never  finished. By the time you uncover it in the next excavation, you’ll  barely remember his name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Take a Trip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe  you can’t make it to Bali without losing your job or defaulting on your  student loans, but there are plenty of short jaunts you can take. Ask a  friend or family member if you can come for a visit, or plan a day or  weekend excursion that will get you out of town—and, more importantly,  out of your head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-3716235724878211524?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/3716235724878211524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2012/01/6-best-ways-to-heal-broken-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/3716235724878211524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/3716235724878211524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2012/01/6-best-ways-to-heal-broken-heart.html' title='6 best ways to heal a broken heart'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MTDlu_SdnCE/Tx_S0qRtYsI/AAAAAAAAAhU/6NzOkD3LlW8/s72-c/ruby%2Brose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-947635926796703753</id><published>2012-01-24T08:23:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T08:37:05.324+02:00</updated><title type='text'>go get yourself a time out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wiFHbOJi1RA/Tx5Q2TkMQ6I/AAAAAAAAAfw/DnmPvOJKA0M/s1600/guilty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wiFHbOJi1RA/Tx5Q2TkMQ6I/AAAAAAAAAfw/DnmPvOJKA0M/s320/guilty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701083072192856994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go out of the house for 10 minutes to take my brother to school and leave a mug full of coffee on the coffee table. I come back home to sit down and continue where I left off, but something is wrong. My coffee mug is droplessssssss&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;( I swear I'm not going crazy cause I left it full and everyone else is still sleeping) &lt;/span&gt;and when I look around to see if there is anyone around who could have possibly done this.. the only one knowing what I'm thinking is the dog and she quietly goes to her nest without me even telling her anything...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-947635926796703753?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/947635926796703753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2012/01/go-get-yourself-time-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/947635926796703753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/947635926796703753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2012/01/go-get-yourself-time-out.html' title='go get yourself a time out'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wiFHbOJi1RA/Tx5Q2TkMQ6I/AAAAAAAAAfw/DnmPvOJKA0M/s72-c/guilty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-1619597253948884961</id><published>2012-01-23T10:32:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T10:36:45.591+02:00</updated><title type='text'>my magic 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8nDmYhsh_gk/Tx0byltpZSI/AAAAAAAAAfY/aVMoDP7vU8M/s1600/you%2Blaugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8nDmYhsh_gk/Tx0byltpZSI/AAAAAAAAAfY/aVMoDP7vU8M/s400/you%2Blaugh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700743259251893538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:Normaaltabel;  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everything else in my life has felt wrong, but for the first time in 23 years i felt you and you didn’t feel wrong. Being with you felt so right like you have been the one ive been falling for when i said no to all the things that didn't fit me. Im not saying you’re the one i've ment to be together with forever, but you sure as hell are something different from what I’ve known so far. Baby you're a challenge, lets explore your talens..  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-1619597253948884961?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/1619597253948884961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-magic-22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/1619597253948884961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/1619597253948884961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-magic-22.html' title='my magic 22'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8nDmYhsh_gk/Tx0byltpZSI/AAAAAAAAAfY/aVMoDP7vU8M/s72-c/you%2Blaugh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-1792057908048186664</id><published>2011-11-10T23:24:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T23:32:51.806+02:00</updated><title type='text'>new breathing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nnvlqeNt5nc/TrxC7sQgMLI/AAAAAAAAAek/JaO5vdoYJVc/s1600/yyy.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nnvlqeNt5nc/TrxC7sQgMLI/AAAAAAAAAek/JaO5vdoYJVc/s400/yyy.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673483223840075954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart just had a beat of new life. ambition. he makes me wanna move. i dont like it easy and he's not making it easy for me. i'm gonna enjoy the struggle.  to struggle out from this piece of shit whats surrounding me at this moment. in my head and outside of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna get a job. im gonna make money. im gonna work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ticket § 700 euros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money for renting a place § 500 euros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cash for food § 150 euros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alltogether §1450 euros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get from account monthly § 278.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;equals with 5.2 months of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring it on baby, bring it on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-1792057908048186664?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/1792057908048186664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2011/11/new-breathing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/1792057908048186664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/1792057908048186664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2011/11/new-breathing.html' title='new breathing'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nnvlqeNt5nc/TrxC7sQgMLI/AAAAAAAAAek/JaO5vdoYJVc/s72-c/yyy.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-5281355869959926965</id><published>2011-10-30T23:33:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T10:41:59.181+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sexy and I know it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="border-style: none; margin: auto; background-color: transparent; width: auto; border-collapse: collapse;" class="cquote"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;“ Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nbN6TbAgYwI/Tx0c2IWuPdI/AAAAAAAAAfk/u-TfuRLCiYc/s1600/crazy.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nbN6TbAgYwI/Tx0c2IWuPdI/AAAAAAAAAfk/u-TfuRLCiYc/s320/crazy.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700744419602218450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They invent. They imagine. They heal. They explore. They create. They inspire. They push the human race forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe they have to be crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art? Or sit in silence and hear a song that’s never been written? Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We make tools for these kinds of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While some see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do. ” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-5281355869959926965?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/5281355869959926965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2011/10/think-different.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/5281355869959926965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/5281355869959926965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2011/10/think-different.html' title='I&apos;m sexy and I know it'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nbN6TbAgYwI/Tx0c2IWuPdI/AAAAAAAAAfk/u-TfuRLCiYc/s72-c/crazy.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-5553313769444483795</id><published>2011-10-30T23:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T23:32:38.339+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-5553313769444483795?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/5553313769444483795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/5553313769444483795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/5553313769444483795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-2997735028352864663</id><published>2011-08-04T19:46:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T19:46:47.954+03:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>bodybuilders hide their weaknesses under their mass. usually its low self-esteem and inability to love oneself unconditionally.  poor babies, who would tell them that they're beautiful just as they are and they don't need to prove anything to anyone ? oh well...let them find it out on their own, so that they would actually learn ! to me it seems as they will never be full. 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margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9NQyGyc_7Gw/TfTxXmvRfaI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/rQMzuVK19xs/s320/questions.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617380023075962274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what makes a happy relationship ? is it sex ? is it teasing each other ? is it watching each others backs ? is it going through anything together ? is it supporting each other ? can all these qualities be together in one relationship mutually ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it sharing cultural background ? is it dreaming of future together ? is it trust ? honesty ? how do you evaluate them, if your sensors are too much in panic ? that's when you need friends ? is it important to have mutual circle of friends ? is it possible to live with the knowing that even if you do break up, you still remain in the same circle feeling uncomfortable ? or is it better not to know ? is it richer in quality to share events and outings with same group of friends ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-3457561346167310182?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/3457561346167310182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2011/06/questions-questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/3457561346167310182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/3457561346167310182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2011/06/questions-questions.html' title='questions, questions'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9NQyGyc_7Gw/TfTxXmvRfaI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/rQMzuVK19xs/s72-c/questions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-856818485949682880</id><published>2011-04-17T01:18:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T01:28:21.879+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Lipizzaner Stallion Horses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cPJuCMoPqFY/TaoWqC3D_RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/MRAVmCBXIbw/s1600/Lippizan%2BStallion%2BHorse%252C%2Bborn%2Bblack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cPJuCMoPqFY/TaoWqC3D_RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/MRAVmCBXIbw/s320/Lippizan%2BStallion%2BHorse%252C%2Bborn%2Bblack.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596310398539398418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to see the Lipizzan Stallion Horse Show just right outside from Sarasota, Florida there is a 200 acre ranch founded for these horses. The ranch is run by a austrian family who makes sure that the beauty and glory of these war horses continues to carry its throne throughout the history. The babyhorses are born black and they change their color over time from black to grey to white.. angel horses :) It takes about 4-5 years for them to become white all over. They are just glorious.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Founded in the 16th century for the exclusive use of the Hapsburg Royal family of Austria, the Royal Lipizzans are unquestionably the rarest, most aristocratic breed of horses in the world. The pride of the Hapsburg Empire, the Lipizzan breed was first established by Archduke Charles at Lipizza (now part of Yugoslavia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a few hundred have ever existed at any one time. Indeed, it is a contemporary miracle of sorts that this precious bloodline is not extinct, having barely been saved by General George Patton from the Russian advance during World War II. The Lipizzans' celebrated escape was recounted in the Walt Disney movie, "Miracle of the White Stallions".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assisting Patton in the clandestine mission to rescue the regal Lipizzans, Colonel Herrmann and his father, Colonel Ottomar Herrmann, Sr., smuggled the horses out from far behind enemy lines, riding at night and hiding by day. "We moved out into the night with nothing," recalled Herrmann, "only a handful of horses". The Lipizzans' they saved under the protection granted by Patton, were "more precious than jewels", he declared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-856818485949682880?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/856818485949682880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2011/04/royal-lipizzaner-stallion-horses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/856818485949682880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/856818485949682880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2011/04/royal-lipizzaner-stallion-horses.html' title='Royal Lipizzaner Stallion Horses'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cPJuCMoPqFY/TaoWqC3D_RI/AAAAAAAAAZo/MRAVmCBXIbw/s72-c/Lippizan%2BStallion%2BHorse%252C%2Bborn%2Bblack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-5902983774039506805</id><published>2011-04-08T00:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T00:10:12.544+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams come true!: töövabapäev</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tjorru.blogspot.com/2011/04/toovabapaev.html?spref=bl"&gt;Dreams come true!: töövabapäev&lt;/a&gt;: "Oeh kui hea! Õhtul äratuskella ei pannud et saan hommikul paar tundi kauem magada. Läksin kell 9 voodisse. Ja opsti, hommikul lapsed köögis ..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-5902983774039506805?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://tjorru.blogspot.com/2011/04/toovabapaev.html?spref=bl' title='Dreams come true!: töövabapäev'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/5902983774039506805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2011/04/dreams-come-true-toovabapaev.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/5902983774039506805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/5902983774039506805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2011/04/dreams-come-true-toovabapaev.html' title='Dreams come true!: töövabapäev'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-847877323634435533</id><published>2011-02-10T04:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T04:38:20.397+02:00</updated><title type='text'>siesta key 100% white quartz sandy beaches are calling.. ME !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3daaKs-rNas/TVNPa6-luwI/AAAAAAAAAZg/nG1T1ocMwhA/s1600/sarasota-siesta-key-300x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3daaKs-rNas/TVNPa6-luwI/AAAAAAAAAZg/nG1T1ocMwhA/s320/sarasota-siesta-key-300x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571884487914404610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a week ago i was in a place between everything. today i'm moving towards extending. and in week from tonight i will be there to gather up some thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-847877323634435533?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/847877323634435533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2011/02/siesta-key-100-white-quartz-sandy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/847877323634435533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/847877323634435533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2011/02/siesta-key-100-white-quartz-sandy.html' title='siesta key 100% white quartz sandy beaches are calling.. 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Piltlikult kujutan ma ennast ette Tarzanina, kes lendleb v22dilt v22dile):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/TUA6P8CG_jI/AAAAAAAAAZU/V9LEJq0rgMs/s1600/1.grace%2Bjones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/TUA6P8CG_jI/AAAAAAAAAZU/V9LEJq0rgMs/s320/1.grace%2Bjones.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566513184917356082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Personal assistant&lt;/span&gt;- to tell the toolmen, that the check will not be signed for cash and for further complaints give her a call. To run around with checkbook in my hand. To make the calls in for setting playdates with other MOTHERS in the area, who know me better than they know the actual MOTHER. To call in to prestigious Junior Development program in the area to set up and vacant position for our kid and to send in the fax. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sister&lt;/span&gt;- who plays on WII sports, who plays on Nintendo Wii a game called "Think" and beats him BIGTIME, a sister who clears in "Shaun White" Skateboarding game district number 5, a "sister" who rides down on a snowboard that is ment for 7 year old and is only 108cm long- and I actually managed to stay up on it and go over bumps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mother&lt;/span&gt;- who wont allow to go out of the door without a jacket with serious consequences of no Nintendo DS, Wii or computer games for the foreseeable future,who tells to go up in his room and think about his behavior, who tells him to clean up after himself, who tells him to close the door behind him, who cheers for his good accomplishments, who keeps track of doing his bed, to eat his food and not to complain, cause there are kids who don't have any food at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cook&lt;/span&gt;- to cook dinner and set up lunchboxes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Singer&lt;/span&gt;- to work on her voice and do repetitions to reach perfection and challenge herself with contests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Writer&lt;/span&gt;- who writes about her challenges on the road, if i find the time to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Teacher&lt;/span&gt;- who keeps track on reading, going over tests for spelling etc, who corrects and lets him do homework over again if i detect any mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Housekeeper&lt;/span&gt;- who does laundry even if the mothafuckin dryer is broken and i need to drive the big bag of damp items to the "Launderette" in town. who cleans the house, who does the dishes, who does the bathrooms, who does the counters and vacuuming, to keep track of items in the household that need to be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Daughter&lt;/span&gt;- to hug her when she feels like shes wasnt ment to be a mother or when she feels shes a bad mother, or when she breaks down under the pressure of seeing other fathers and cant provide his son a father, somebody to tell her to calm down when she freaks out over the responsibilities that SHE has to take care of,to do her hair for fun, and have a triple massage session once in a while after dinner,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nanny&lt;/span&gt;- to drive him to playdates, to drive him to afterschool activities, to take him to library to do his homework and to keep an eye on him all times during every roll I'm in,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bodybuilder&lt;/span&gt;- who works on her body every morning 5.30 at the gym for 2 hours and who has volleyball on Tuesday evenings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Girlfriend rolemodel&lt;/span&gt;- sometimes when we have fun he tells me that his weeny tickles,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ning ma peaks ytlema, et viimane shokeeris mind ennastki enim. siis ma ei osanud t8esti enam midagi arvata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuid ma ei ole mattunud nende rollide alla, vaid olen j2tkuvalt valmis rohkemaks. optimistlikult. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma olen endaga rahul. K8ik on t6usvas joones. Mul on kohustused, ma t88tan nagu orav rattas ja ma tunnen ennast suurep2raselt. Ma olen v8imekas. Ma olen saavutanud v2ga palju oma esimese aasta kohta siin. 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Ilma s8pradeta, ilma mingisuguse funnita, veedan oma nii8eldud " Vabat aega" istudes perekonna maja keldris hommikumantlis oma t2ispuhutaval madratsil, mis on mu voodiks. istun siin niiviisi elle nelja villase tekinurtsiku all ja 8nneks oli mul oimu panna soulam. co. uk rewind k2ina, sest see t8stis mu tuju juba pygala v8rra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See on m88duv, see on m88duv. paremad ajad on ees, paremad ajad on ees. I will be a blast. My life will be a blast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keskendume suurele pildile, mitte ei lase ennast heidutada kergetest madalseisudest. My time will come. My time will come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treenin. Treenin. Treenin. I will be ready when my time comes. 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cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/TOsIlqNox9I/AAAAAAAAAYA/uW1tOLvSW2U/s320/iii.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542533209489197010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/TOsIk77UrwI/AAAAAAAAAX4/3ms4thT0Zlw/s1600/2010-short-hairstyles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/TOsIk77UrwI/AAAAAAAAAX4/3ms4thT0Zlw/s320/2010-short-hairstyles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542533197064351490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-684068939179314976?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/684068939179314976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/684068939179314976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/684068939179314976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/TOsI1_fM6SI/AAAAAAAAAZA/O8tqxWY19E8/s72-c/shorthairstyles2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-5147564963042334744</id><published>2010-11-21T18:58:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T19:02:37.402+02:00</updated><title type='text'>do world a favor and grow up.</title><content type='html'>bodybuilders will never be long distance runners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and never- ever take seriously a guy who uses the frase " forever" on a first date. &lt;br /&gt;forever does not exict- consider it as a fortune !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ant btw, november on lehekoristuskuu.. kui riisud oma lehehunnikud tee pervele, siis linnakoristus systeem tuleb ja korjab k8ik lehed 2ra nagu lumesaha auto teeb lumega talvel. Kes hiljaks j22b ning 30 novembriks lehti tee peale ei riisu, see j22b oma lehehunnikutega kevadet ootama !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-5147564963042334744?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/5147564963042334744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2010/11/do-world-favor-and-grow-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/5147564963042334744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/5147564963042334744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2010/11/do-world-favor-and-grow-up.html' title='do world a favor and grow up.'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-5504524044913448730</id><published>2010-11-21T03:07:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T03:19:49.493+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/TOhzYOrfXGI/AAAAAAAAAXw/XMpOYQd95Q0/s1600/1120101641a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/TOhzYOrfXGI/AAAAAAAAAXw/XMpOYQd95Q0/s320/1120101641a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541806201573956706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/TOhzXa08lFI/AAAAAAAAAXo/HqHZedWVgvg/s1600/1119102007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/TOhzXa08lFI/AAAAAAAAAXo/HqHZedWVgvg/s320/1119102007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541806187654976594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sellel n2dalal kuuest p2evast olen j8usaalis veetnud 7 tundi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eile k2isin Phaos. Tore oli. Karaoke, tegin plikadele tekiilaringid ja ise l2ksin kainena koju magama, sest hommikul planeeritud trenn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T2na k2isin Ossuga kinos due date' i vaatamas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siis kuulsin jubedaid sireene, kobistasin k2pelt linna et osa saada. Politsei-kiirai-tulet8rje tegi t2is varustuses linnatiiru mingi meeskonna v8idu puhul. Normaalne. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siis k2isin Phaos uuesti kohvil ning leppisime kokku, et l2heme 8htul Southamptonisse Public House' i. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja, kui ma t2na teist korda SH-s s8itsin n2gin maailma ilusamat roosat taevast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja elu esimese parkimistrahvi sain kah !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-5504524044913448730?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/5504524044913448730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2010/11/sellel-n2dalal-kuuest-p2evast-olen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/5504524044913448730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/5504524044913448730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2010/11/sellel-n2dalal-kuuest-p2evast-olen.html' title=''/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/TOhzYOrfXGI/AAAAAAAAAXw/XMpOYQd95Q0/s72-c/1120101641a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-8448121141960612067</id><published>2010-11-18T05:11:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T05:16:31.817+02:00</updated><title type='text'>my turtle dove</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/TOSagFS6iuI/AAAAAAAAAXg/UXHzLi50t5M/s1600/IMG_0207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/TOSagFS6iuI/AAAAAAAAAXg/UXHzLi50t5M/s320/IMG_0207.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540723317540555490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/TOSaf6-qVtI/AAAAAAAAAXY/OdaAnCUAZMs/s1600/0811101702a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/TOSaf6-qVtI/AAAAAAAAAXY/OdaAnCUAZMs/s320/0811101702a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540723314771252946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mu kaitseinglike. Mu pisike kaitseinglike. &lt;br /&gt;Oi, kuidas ma teda armastan ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta t8simeeli hoiab mind eemal k8igest, mida vajan eristamaks head parimast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minu pisike kaitseinglike- p8ikp2ine, terane, h2mmastava huumorisoonega, tark, edasipyydlik ja kiirelt arenev. Vahel tundub, et ta kasvab valguskiirusel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-8448121141960612067?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/8448121141960612067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-turtle-dove.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/8448121141960612067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/8448121141960612067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-turtle-dove.html' title='my turtle dove'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/TOSagFS6iuI/AAAAAAAAAXg/UXHzLi50t5M/s72-c/IMG_0207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-2855780956908477712</id><published>2010-11-14T16:03:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T16:17:06.648+02:00</updated><title type='text'>vanaema tegi alligaatorile tuule alla.</title><content type='html'>m2ngisin kilpkonnapojaga rannas kuniks ta liiva alla ennast kyhveldas ning et teda uuesti leida kaevasin oletataval liikumisrajal tee 2ra.  see aga viis millegi suuremani, nimelt vajus sisse maaalune auk, kus oli umbes 5-6 v2ikest kilpkonna seinale toetuvatel bambuu raamidel ning yks krokodill alumise v8re vahel kinni kaelapidi. pisikese kilpkonna v6tsin v2lja ning seej2rel vanaema l2ks midagi vaatama. selle aja peale aga sai krokodill oma kaela vabaks v22nlemisega ning l2ks vanaema jalga n2rima. vanaema v2ikese rannalabidaga seal 2sas teist kuid asjata, krokodill n2ris endiselt jalga, mis tundus vanaemal kummist olema. mina suures h2das seal karjudes, et vanaema tule 2ra..vanaema oli jube rahulikult "on top of things".  ytles et mina visaku midagi paremat millega ta krokodillile 2sata saab. viskasin siis k88gisahtlist yhe choppimise noa. vanaema yritas sellega krokodillil k8ri l2bi l8igata, aga see ei 8nnestunud, nuga oli veidike nyrida poolel ning kroko paks nahk seda ei tundnud. vanaema h8ikas, viska midagi paremat, see ei aita . kobistasin siis k88gisahtlist yhe hammastega pikema leivanoa. vanaema sai selle k2tte ning asetas krokole k8ri peale ning saagis edasi- tagasi paar korda, kuni korokodillil enam seda v8itlevat hinge sees polnud. k8ik voolas v2lja - vanaema haare ja tugev ranne tegid alligaatorile tuule alla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seej2rel j8ime kohvi ning l2ksime riverheadi Jeepi 2ra tooma. platsile sattudes avastasime aga et toikumas on mingile SALE, millest keegi midagi meile r22kinud polnud. me ei tundnud kohustust Jeepi enam osta. Vaatasime ringi, et leida paremat diili. K8ik tundusid paremad. Sattusime VW Convertible Beetleid vaatama. 3,7 liitrise 4 veo asemel 1,8 liitrine turbo.  Nahksisud k8ik jutud. Proovis8it, raadiom2ngud ning  yks 8nneratta loos hiljem oli Beetle meie nimel. Jeebi 2ratoomisest sai uue auto ost. Esmasp2eval l2heme j2rgi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tehtud !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-2855780956908477712?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/2855780956908477712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2010/11/vanaema-tegi-alligaatorile-tuule-alla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/2855780956908477712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/2855780956908477712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2010/11/vanaema-tegi-alligaatorile-tuule-alla.html' title='vanaema tegi alligaatorile tuule alla.'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-3024484264846923842</id><published>2010-09-28T04:10:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T04:56:13.178+03:00</updated><title type='text'>well, well</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/TKFJENVI6rI/AAAAAAAAAXI/3bh7fNHgnPc/s1600/Picture+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/TKFJENVI6rI/AAAAAAAAAXI/3bh7fNHgnPc/s320/Picture+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521774954779568818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is weird. it really is. my life path consists nothing usual. and it frustrates and makes me happy at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;mul ei ole siin ikka veel sõpru, eks. kõik need aupairid ja blaa blaaad. no see ei ole see. see ei ole see, mida ma siia tulin tegema. not ät all. aga okei, ajaviiiteks võiks ikka ju miskit plännida, sest mu märkide ja edasiliikumise vahel on ikkagi aega, mida tahes tahtmata võiks surnuks lüüa mõne omaealise noorukikamba saatel, kellega koos siin programmis olen, kuigi mu taust ja kõik see on erinev, sisaldavad meie päevad tööna( ja see ei ole isegi töö mida ma teen.. ma elan siin. pereliikmena ning juhtumisi saan oma parima sõbra ja emaga kaotatud-leitud aja tegemise eest natuke elamisraha..häääästi imelik aga nii see on. ) ikkagi samu elemente, kuigi olgugi, et minu elemendid on taevas, märkides ja inglite keeles. natuke saan ikka kaasa rääkida. niipalju kui vaja nii vähe, kui võimalik.&lt;br /&gt;ükspäev, kui nüristumas olin ja mõte peast läbi jooksis, et milla mu elu küll algab.. tuli mu kaitseingel mu juurde ja andis mulle järjekordse märgikese, mis mind lohutaks mu tuleviku ees, et teaksin mida oodata. sellel seisis puhtas kõnekeeles: " Your life begins in Brooklyn. Pratt Orientation 1981"&lt;br /&gt;Ma veel mõtlesin, et mis Brookyln. Mida on minul ühist Brooklyniga. Ma ei tea kedagi Brooklynist- veelvähem satun ma sinna oma vabal ajal jalutama. Jube imelik küll, aga noh.. Mis tulema peab, see tuleb niikuinii ja selle imelikkuse üle pole isegi mõtet arutleda. Cheerisin üles igatahes, sest sain märgi, et mul on mida oodata..See oli tsirka kaks päeva tagasi. Ja siis täna hommikul ütleb mulle ema, et täna tuleb meile tema sõbranna Ellen külla, kes õhtusöögi kaasa võtab. Medõde, kes naabruskonna inimesi aitab, kes vajavad abi. Eriti nüüd, kui mul ema opist recoverib. Thats what she does. She just came out of nowhere and was at our house. Tuli välja, et temal ala maitea mitusada aupairi old ja üks nendest isegi Eestist, kes küll Egiptuse saadikuga jalga lasi. Kaja oli nimeks. Jei. Ema vaatas mulle otsa naeris ja ütles, et ära sa nii tee :D .. no comments.&lt;br /&gt;Seejärel rääkisime ja bla bla.. sõime pastat, lihapalle, paneeritud kana ja salatit. naersime jne. Küsis kas mul juba palju sõpru. Ma et..nop. null. Need aupairid siin kipuvad oma rahvuskaaslastega kampa lööma ja ma suht nullis omadega. Ja siis see vastu et, mul on tütar 20 aastane, ma teen teid omavahel tuttavaks.. muidugi siinkohal märgin veel, et nad elavad meist vähem kui 2km kaugusel.  Tänaval, millel igapäev phmts jooksmas käin. Ja ma plnud ta olemasolust varem sõnagi kuulnud. Ellen. Sõbranna, keda ei mainitud, kuna tegu polnud hea sõbrannaga, kuid fun oli ta igatahes ning oli vahepost mu inglirajal mu õige platvormini. Ok. Jätkan.&lt;br /&gt;" Mu tütar küll enam niipalju kodus ei ole, kuna ta käib nüüd ülikoolis linnas, kuid ta võib sind ühikasse kaasa võtta, tal on öösiti külalised lubatud. Brooklyni Ülikoolis. Kas pean BROOKLYN ´i rasvaseks tegema, või piisab Caps Lockist ?&lt;br /&gt;My life will start in Brooklyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when, where and how ? Dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kogemused aga näitavad, et see polegi oluline. Just hang in there, have fun, but dont lose sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tundub ju sullegi sellise tavapärase "lõpeta keskkool, mine lõpeta ülikooli kraadid, leia töö, leia peika,mine mehele, saa lapsed, saa vanaks, sure maha" stsenaariumina mu käekäik ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Märgid, märgid, signaalid, laused, sõnad. Minu majakad edasiliikumiseks.  Drive slow homey. Ei ole mingit rapsimist. On tunnetamine, intuitsioon,  inglite saadetavad juhised ning numbrid.&lt;br /&gt;lihtne, eksju !?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Süda -hing. Kõrvad -silmad. Ootame - vaatame. Elame-näeme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me thisfar, and i have to say that i´ve never felt better. I´ve never felt more real, altho im livin in my dream. and this dream is about to come true. im already there. in the first dream of my dream. Dream in a dream. I did it already when Inception was not even idea formed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, and õigus. Mis ma öelda tahtsingi. Vaatasin Brooklyni ülikooli kodukal ringi. Ja leidsin mainitud lõpetanute nimed. Aastast 1981 on üks naine nimega Gloria Naylor. Ameerika novellikirjanik. Ning teda Googeldades leidsin tema poolt välja kirjutatud 7 quoti. nendest minuga hakkas rääkima üks, mille ka teile välja toon.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="body"&gt;Not only is your story worth telling, but it can be told in words so painstakingly eloquent that it becomes a song.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kas ma rääkisin, et ma üski reedel välja läksin ja enda hirmust üle astumiseks võõraste inimeste ees üksi üles astusin Norah Jonesi " Sunrise" ´i lauldes ? Ja üks law firma omanik, kellega põgusalt mu ingellikust sattumisest kõrvalbaaris vestlesime.. ta mainis ära, et see on raske laul mida laulda ning kui see lauldud oli, siis ta patsutas imestusega mulle õlale ning mainis, et wao ma veel laulan ka. Tal nimelt on 14 aastane tütar, keda vb õpetama-aitama hakkan talvisemal ajal. Aga see selleks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma kõnnin nii õigel rajal, et ma ei jõua ära tunnetada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maailmad on erinevad. On olemas realistide maailm. On olemas inglite maailm. On olemas unistajate maailm. Ja igast muud maailmad. Energiad sünergiana koos eksisteerimas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minul on kõik ühes. Unistasin omale reaalselt käega katsutava inglitega kooskõlas oleva koosluse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja mulle öeldi, et ära kujuta ette ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuidas muidu see maailm loodi teie arust ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuidas loodi kunst ? Kuidas loodi muusika ? Kuidas luuakse aina uusi toimivaid kooslusi ? Kuidas toimub areng parema suunas ? &lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/g/glorianayl391570.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuidas, kuidas, kuidas küsin ma sinu käest ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-3024484264846923842?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/3024484264846923842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2010/09/well-well.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/3024484264846923842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/3024484264846923842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2010/09/well-well.html' title='well, well'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/TKFJENVI6rI/AAAAAAAAAXI/3bh7fNHgnPc/s72-c/Picture+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-3312699513035594161</id><published>2010-09-09T04:28:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T04:49:37.394+03:00</updated><title type='text'>7th heaven</title><content type='html'>9. september. 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.09.10.. eelmine aasta samal ajal olin seal balou peol. karuga. ja vaat siis kus nüüd.&lt;br /&gt;ja ma olen bliss. bliss. bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nii hea. nii õige. nii rahu.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/TIg7_RcDXGI/AAAAAAAAAWw/d1X4qLnQwW0/s1600/Picture+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/TIg7_RcDXGI/AAAAAAAAAWw/d1X4qLnQwW0/s320/Picture+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514723701914033250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/TIg7-mERtpI/AAAAAAAAAWg/i0rx9NKXK-o/s1600/Picture+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/TIg7-mERtpI/AAAAAAAAAWg/i0rx9NKXK-o/s320/Picture+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514723690271585938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelovelove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish you all the best. never be afraid to go on. never. you will get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kolisime sag harbourisse talvituma ära. ilus. ilus. ilus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vägagi romantiline maja. kui oma kodinad lahti pakime lõpuks, sis üritan pilte ka klõpsida meie ajakirjakaane kodust.( saladuskatte all võõin õelda, et mul on masterbedroom eraldi allkorrusel koos eraldi suure vannitoaga..ja hugehuge vann. küünlad,küünlad,küünlad) aga mõtlen veel kas raatsin. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jube mõnus on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ja aasta ilma suitsetamiseta muuseas. väike fling, mis hollywoodis 3 paki näol oli, kui pidutsemas käisime.. seda ma ei arvesta. see oli afäär. reaalsus on see, et ma aasta aega pole suitsetajate nimekirjas. uskumatu. juba aasta. time flies when youre having fun. alkoholiga on ka lood sedasi, et üldse pole kjuidagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eile jõin pool pudelit külma coronat ja sain siukse peavalu koos pohmakaga, et pidin kaks tundi magama, et elavate kirja tagasi tulla.  ühesnaga parem on ilma olla. nagu täiesti kainelt. ma olen puhas nagu inglike. ja tunnen ennast tõesti taevas olevana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;njauks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/TIg7_MwEZwI/AAAAAAAAAWo/CyMXnSD87-0/s1600/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/TIg7_MwEZwI/AAAAAAAAAWo/CyMXnSD87-0/s320/Picture+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514723700655810306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-3312699513035594161?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/TIg7_RcDXGI/AAAAAAAAAWw/d1X4qLnQwW0/s72-c/Picture+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-4639392505206709598</id><published>2010-09-04T05:12:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T03:03:51.604+03:00</updated><title type='text'>jadajada</title><content type='html'>i dont want love to die. i want to make this work. i want our love to stay fresh through life. i dont want to burn it with light flame. i want to spread it into every day till we day. together. does somebody have to get hurt eventually ? to hurt ,than feel nothing at all ? is there ever a rainbow given, that never ends ? what is love ? its so hard, altho it should be simple. i want our love to be. grow old together with us.&lt;br /&gt;i would be faithful. i would be yours. would you be the same for me ? too hard to fake, nothing can replace it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could never find it again. i could have tons of fun, but love ? love like this ? love like mine ? love like yours ? what is your love like anyways ? truly ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could we be concious in it ? talk things through ? through all that different background ? make it happen ? wanting to keep it ? not to let it fade away ? could somebody please help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of a sudden i listen to these lovesongs that made me feel.. i dont feel a thing. does that mean that im not longing for love anymore, coz im in it ? those lovesongs dont bother me. they dont get me. i feel peaceful towards them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have already listened to dozin of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be without you. its all coming back to me now. in gods hands. butterfly. come in to my dream. hate that i love you. dreams. i try. i will remember you. ----------non of these move me anymore. i used to crave for love when i heard them. waoo. im curing. or im in love, and i dont need to long for it anymore, coz i already have my share ? we will see. we will see. i would have to see you. see if what i felt before.. is that still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lenny-- "i belong to you" is rather relaxing. dont feel an inch of pain. i feel joyful. and i ate too much today. everytime i think about getting skinny, every time i think about my last months as chubby girl i feel sorry for myself, and i start feeling a hunger for everything im gonna say goodbye to. hotdog buns with cheese and honey. cheese. chocolate bars. cream cheeze. im not saying goodbye for good, but for a certain amount of time till i lose my weight to the wanted point. my exercising period with low carbs and low fat. i have no idea how long will it be for sure, but i guess like 6 months. hard work. and when i have reached that point, i will be able to squeeze some buns in. it wont have that drasting effect on me then anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i totally felt it. i had like 2 proteinbars. 2 hotdog buns with creamcheese and honey. and some mashed potatoes with ALOT of WHIPPED BUTTER. caloriebomb. but its like saying goodbye. a very long goodbye. i suck at goodbyes. for sure. like couple of days ago.. i had a date .. just to get out and do something with someone.. went to have tunafish sandwich and movies. it really sucked. everything i said was agreed instantly. no fun. nooooo fun. i was longing for fun, but had nothing but fun.. and when we got out of the cinema.. welll. i should have said, "was good to meet you out tonight. we will be going on now. thank you, bye bye. " instead of that.. i said, " well, does anybody have plans for this evening? maybe we could go somewhere ? i dont know thisplace so maybe you know guys" i did not want to be entirely with that guy, or that girl. but i wanted to be out. so i made a grave for myself. we went to this public house that was full of 10pointscaleboys that were all over me, and there i was..feeling embarrased, that i had asked him to join me for longer. kindof started like a "datenight he pays"  and in the movies i already payd for my own ticket quickly and it ended like "stay away from me, i dont want you to buy me any drinks in front of all these cute guys".. so in one point i decided to lie( i dont lie, i dont want to lie, but i lied. i just didn´t see any other way..how poor of me.)i lied, that i had an emergency and that i had to get going earlier tonight. right now actually ! and we scooped out of there, sitting in the parking lot in her car waiting for him to finish his soda, get bored and walk out. the plan was, that it takes about 15 minutes for us to wait. he is such a boring loser anyway.. 15 minutes was tops !!!&lt;br /&gt;reality ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time the backlights of his car were gone it was half an hour till the closing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 starting the movie. 11.45 out. for crying out loud,the entire ride in the car we listened an audiobook about how media plants ideas into our brain( like thats something new!)till and i felt soooo sleepy. then we got to publichouse 12.10.&lt;br /&gt;12.40 out to make the plan happen.&lt;br /&gt;and back in at 1.30.&lt;br /&gt;do the math.&lt;br /&gt;doing ?&lt;br /&gt;okay, ill help you out..i know you´re tired and its been a while since you did your math with your brains..&lt;br /&gt;we sat in the car nearly an hour !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time.. i mean, if there ever will be this bad date..i will just tell, whoever that guy is, that you suck and i dont wanna hang around with you ! you are too nice and mellow !!! ill do my bisness and you do yours, thank you for your time. i will go and start having fun now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-4639392505206709598?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/4639392505206709598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2010/09/jadajada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/4639392505206709598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/4639392505206709598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2010/09/jadajada.html' title='jadajada'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-9188562226641706169</id><published>2010-08-29T00:37:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T00:37:38.384+03:00</updated><title type='text'>god bless Bruno for making so perfect songs for women.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/77GNAskGguY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/77GNAskGguY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-9188562226641706169?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/9188562226641706169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2010/08/god-bless-bruno-for-making-so-perfect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/9188562226641706169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/9188562226641706169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2010/08/god-bless-bruno-for-making-so-perfect.html' title='god bless Bruno for making so perfect songs for women.'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-3921123599368790065</id><published>2010-08-28T20:28:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T20:37:25.169+03:00</updated><title type='text'>bliss</title><content type='html'>im just happy. every day.&lt;br /&gt;i dont spend money. i dont go out, i dont wanna see anybody, coz they´re  so down. drinking, partying, fucking around. im way over that fase. i just cant come down to that loose hell. it´s so peaceful in heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am in my heaven. with you. and soon we will be here together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JITl_Wk-4_I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JITl_Wk-4_I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he told me not to forget.&lt;br /&gt;he told me come home, siis lets talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he told me:"käivad käsikäes, kui sa tuled koju. "&lt;br /&gt;that is our language. that is ment for us. nobody else, but us. but me. but him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i doing there you ask ?&lt;br /&gt;easier is to ask what am i not doing here.&lt;br /&gt;what are you not doing there you ask ?&lt;br /&gt;i am not kissing ! im doing everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frankly, between you and me..i dont have an appetite for kissing. i dont have appetite for anyone else, coz you are my love.&lt;br /&gt;i saw love in you. and i showed you love in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we will meet again. i know we´ll find a way.&lt;br /&gt;i know you want me too. and it feels good inside.&lt;br /&gt;our love will have a story for generations to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is history in the making.&lt;br /&gt;my love story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/THlHc-NRrbI/AAAAAAAAAVI/x7XEXrpbqQI/s1600/0826101116b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/THlHc-NRrbI/AAAAAAAAAVI/x7XEXrpbqQI/s320/0826101116b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510514182125104562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-3921123599368790065?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/3921123599368790065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2010/08/bliss_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/3921123599368790065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/3921123599368790065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2010/08/bliss_28.html' title='bliss'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/THlHc-NRrbI/AAAAAAAAAVI/x7XEXrpbqQI/s72-c/0826101116b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-227881860772320573</id><published>2010-08-28T02:36:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T02:52:35.644+03:00</updated><title type='text'>we are all somebodys angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/THhPpc2zZvI/AAAAAAAAATA/nSo0bV3FNGY/s1600/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/THhPpc2zZvI/AAAAAAAAATA/nSo0bV3FNGY/s320/Picture+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510241717627086578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;täna mängisime golfi. ma olen andekas ka selles. aga ma olin alati tahtnud golfi ju mängida :) seega, ma teadsin. sain haarde selgeks, sest mul oli imeline 8-aastane õpetaja. kes lasi mul niikaua harjutavat lööki õhus teha, kuni tema stop ütles. ja kui ta stop ütles, siis minul pall lendas. nii kaugele üle puude võssa, et need löögid panime kirja ja pallid kandsime maha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seejärel mängisime kriketit.  ka selles olen ma hea. viimati mängisin oma 10 aastat tagasi ja see tundus nagu eile. ma tegin pähe, aga no mis vastane mul ka on.. kriketi club oli talle suur natukene, sellepärast ta läägid ka veidike lonkasid. aga pole hullu, siis ongi tal parem meel kui ta järgmine suvi mulle vabalt juba pähe teeb. selleks ajaks peaks kii paras olema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siis oli mul vaba aega 3 tunnikest. rääkisin emaga skaypes ning poiss kiikus peaaegu terve see aeg kõrval, kuulamas mu eesti keelt. ja üks hetk tuleb tagasi ja viskab mulle midagi. ma viskasin tagasi.. nagu me ikka mängime. catch-fetch. ja siis karjub, et see on sulle ! ma et hmm, misasja ? ok.&lt;br /&gt;kollane märkmepaber ümber mässitud kleeplindiga kinnitatuna. teen lahti, siis kiri : from nate ( nii armas !!! =)&lt;br /&gt;siis teen beezi sametist koti lahti ja seal sees on kett. hõbedast kett. mis on kasuema kett. selle keti kinkis kasuemale ta eluarmastus Bruce, kellega ta eelmisel suvel abielluma pidi,kuid kellega neil teed ühel asjaolul lahku läks( ma siiralt loodan, et see mees Bruce, kellest ma niipalju kuulnud olen, kuid keda ma kunagi ei näinud.. ma loodan, et see Bruce leiab oma tee Laurenini..)&lt;br /&gt;see kett on " dream catcher" sinise kiviga keskelt ning hõbedast sulg otsas rippumas. ja nüüd ripub see minu kaelas. ma ei võta seda mitte kunagi ära. see on eriline kett. sest sel hetkel rääkisin ma emaga väga tähtsaid jutte ning poiss, kes eesti keelest mõhkugi aru ei saa.. kinkis mulle " dream catcheri" ja kasuema ütles sellepeale oma meresiniste heatahtlike silmadega naeratades: " it didnt work. it didn´t cought my dream, but maybe it will catch yours. " ja see on pagana eriline kett kingitud erilisel ajal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ja mis veel . täna kui golfipalli jahile läksime.. siis nate ütles keset suvalist hetke: im your guardian angel.&lt;br /&gt;ja ma küsisin kust sina seda tead ? ( heas mõttes, sest ta on mu kaitseingel tõesti. 8 aastase indigo poisi kehas, kes on nii paljus minu sarnane.. kui ma vaatan tema olekut, siis näen ennast peaaegu kõiges. ainult et tema elab minust 14 aastat tagapool samas ajas ja samas ruumis. )&lt;br /&gt;ja ta vastas, et ta ei tea, aga ta lihtsalt teab.&lt;br /&gt;ja ma ütlesin talle, et ta teeb head tööd, sest ma juba tunnen seda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ja nii ongi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-227881860772320573?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/227881860772320573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-are-all-somebodys-angels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-5459758282505230813</id><published>2010-08-27T23:05:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T05:33:50.561+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1cjh293tvcM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1cjh293tvcM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing. a thousand miles. the game of love. maria magdaleena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this love is sent from up above. my babylove.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-5459758282505230813?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/5459758282505230813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-have-nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/5459758282505230813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/5459758282505230813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-have-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-3724520399368368708</id><published>2010-08-27T21:30:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T22:36:15.257+03:00</updated><title type='text'>promise me the light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/THgTMsaqbNI/AAAAAAAAAS4/XBd850S04SM/s1600/0826101123b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/THgTMsaqbNI/AAAAAAAAAS4/XBd850S04SM/s320/0826101123b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510175252890152146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/THgOx3JiBmI/AAAAAAAAASo/kn1vpcgMCKg/s1600/0826101119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/THgOx3JiBmI/AAAAAAAAASo/kn1vpcgMCKg/s320/0826101119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510170393868109410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/THgOxCGauWI/AAAAAAAAASY/V1CNr9w5FMc/s1600/0826101122a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/THgOxCGauWI/AAAAAAAAASY/V1CNr9w5FMc/s320/0826101122a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510170379627968866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i deserve a little bit of love. space. happiness. free rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rainbow is given to those who give something in return. to the universe. to the people around them. to make them see, that there can be peace in mind. there can be joy. there can be continuing heaven on earth.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/THgOw2Q3BqI/AAAAAAAAASQ/rmHN5nVx5dc/s1600/0826101119b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/THgOw2Q3BqI/AAAAAAAAASQ/rmHN5nVx5dc/s320/0826101119b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510170376450541218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-2385916598391394035</id><published>2010-08-26T04:59:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T05:37:29.904+03:00</updated><title type='text'>selgus saabu ! hit me baby one more time !</title><content type='html'>ikoonid: kate moss, charlize theron, cameron diaz, megan fox, marilyn monroe, jhonny depp, katherine heigl, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muusikalised haldjahinged: alicia keys, samantha james, kaskade, enya, kerli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muusikalised mõjutajad : U2, Toe Tag, klassika, mis ulatub tagasi 50 aastat. ning siis originaal-klassikud, kes ravivad kevadeti. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dj-d : Wayne " MJ" Nevers. &lt;br /&gt;soulam.co.uk.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kohad kuhu kaduda: tallinn, pariis, london, barcelona, veneetsia, peking, india, tai, jaapani aiad, iirimaa, kariibimeri, peruu, kuuba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiandus, kokandus, psühholoogia, kasvatusteadused, muusika, käsitöö, astroloogia, teadus,motosport,jumestuskunst,tervisesport, korvpall, maalikunst, kirjutamine, loodus, kultuuuuur, spiritualism, usundid, ufoloogia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiandus- teha omale ise aed, istutada omale ise seemned ning seda rõõmuga niita. &lt;br /&gt;kokandus- küpsetada omale ise toidud ja muu kraam. lehm ja kana võiksid ka olla tegelikult. ja üks koer ja üks minisiga.  &lt;br /&gt;psühholoogia- elukutse variant. &lt;br /&gt;muusika- hobiseeme, mis võib areneda minus suureks.&lt;br /&gt;kasvatusteadused- elukutse variant ning vajalik teadmistepagas oma " strong-willed" tulevasi suunamaks. &lt;br /&gt;käsitöö- ei ütleks ära ise heegeldatud bikiinidest ning muudest nips-asjakestest. &lt;br /&gt;astroloogia- tahan teleskoopi. &lt;br /&gt;teadus- pean kõige uuega kursis olema.&lt;br /&gt;motosport- tahan raja äärde käia kord aastas suvel. või paar.&lt;br /&gt;jumestuskunst- midagi, mida hobina enda ja ka teiste peal katsetada. &lt;br /&gt;tervisesport- paar-kolm korda nädalas ennast näpistada selgeks ühe tunniajase jooksuga. &lt;br /&gt;korvpall- peab olema korv ja pall, et iga kell mängima minna. õue. &lt;br /&gt;maalikunst- tarbed peavad olema garaazis olemas juhuks, kui mul tuleb tuju minna eemale, et olla. &lt;br /&gt;kirjutamine- kiirkirjale ma ütlesin eelmisel korral ei, kuid kui ma jätkan oma memuaaridega, siis jätkan ka kiirkirjaga. &lt;br /&gt;loodus- piknikud veiniga on üks kindel ajaveetmisvorm minu puhul suveti. &lt;br /&gt;kultuur- teater ja kino. kunst ja kontsert. &lt;br /&gt;spiritualism- aeg-ajalt ajas-ja ruumis vestelda. &lt;br /&gt;usundid- looja on üks. &lt;br /&gt;ufoloogia- niipalju uurida, et kõrvetama ei hakkaks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis ma unustasin ?! kindlasti midagi jäi.. aga eks see ruum jääbki täiendamiseks ning kasvamiseks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aamen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-2385916598391394035?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/2385916598391394035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2010/08/selgus-saabu-hit-me-baby-one-more-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/2385916598391394035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/2385916598391394035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2010/08/selgus-saabu-hit-me-baby-one-more-time.html' title='selgus saabu ! hit me baby one more time !'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-237709173067915165</id><published>2010-08-26T01:26:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T01:27:52.339+03:00</updated><title type='text'>tere reaalsus.</title><content type='html'>keedan makarone juurviljadega. käisime arstil. palju palju puuke. hammustusi. aga sipelgaid on rohkem. &lt;br /&gt;õppida, õppida, õppida !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loen hetkel korraga nelja raamatut. sõnastik on teises käes. jei. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nauditav tegevus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-9132334804155255960</id><published>2010-08-24T19:33:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T19:45:31.709+03:00</updated><title type='text'>school is the answer for not being lost.</title><content type='html'>it gives you the directions for the next 3-4 years general.. with what comes the feeling of organization, safety, connected. its not that much of the education you get, but the feeling you belong to somewhere. you are doing something. you are moving somewhere. and you recieve something in return to prove you were´nt lost in time and space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alternatives are having fun, drinking, working and dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highly proffesional is to do them all at the same time. in order to do that you have to stop thinking about doing it and just start doing it. everything else comes naturally, cause we already are human-machines. it will be organized more quicly for you in your brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now just take your soul to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-9132334804155255960?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/9132334804155255960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2010/08/school-is-answer-for-not-being-lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/9132334804155255960'/><link rel='self' 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I still love. And I have a mission. I feel it inside. And everything falls in place. Everything gets a meaning. But I´m still waiting for my chance. I´m already closer by 3 steps than I was 3 months ago,but I have a long way to go. I understand the world as a 60 year old lady who is amazed by my grateful-ness. I will be turning the cards. I am closer. I feel it. I´m afraid of it.. but still.. of all the wonders in the world what I could be longing to do... I wanna be on the stage. I wanna be longing for privacy in my home woods. I wanna be known. I want my story to be written for thousands. I want to be the girl who risked, who went and who made it. I wanna be lesson for humans to learn. For human-kind. Come with me. I will show you the light. Out of the darkness, out of the lonliness, out of the sadness..you can make yourself see the light. After years being blind myself..i always believed in saving. I believed in love. I believed that love is the " thing" ..and it is. I am ready to spread the message. We have to fill world with love. We are souls having an human experience. Not all people know that. Life is not about making money. Life is not living alone. Life is sharing. Giving. Loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to save you. Cause You, my love..are also one of the non-believers. And all that I do..I do it for you. And for all along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see? I would cross the ocean. I did cross the ocean. If I did not make it coming through the frontdoor, I will go around. I would climb the highest mountain..just to show you. I just wanna be loved and to love. Loved by you and love you. I want to be in this togehter. And if this is what it takes..I will bring my life to the table, cause really..I see no other point in living. I wanna give you children out of love. I wanna grow them with you. I found you.. now I just have to make you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i would give up, i would consider going to columbia university. making cum laude. getting married to my work and shut myself out. into my work. but i think im stronger than that. i will take it to another round, coz love wont give up. you are here in this planet and i am. And i just wanna love you with my heart, my soul, and my body.  lets not get sucked dry of meaningless things that take us nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was the director of very high new york institute ..he died at age 66 to lung-cancer..he had no children besides the one i am taking care of here. and he is also adopted, fathers age was 63. and he would have been a great man, if he´d only set his priorities different. please don´t be that man. they chose career. degrees. honors. money. but... in top of that mountain was a lonly man. lonly in heart. and he still ended up in little love. love with a little boy who to give a life for. and they would carry that boy on feathers. they are. and frankly he´s so tired of it. he just wants to be a normal kid not being praised all the time for every little move he makes. he just goes out and takes a walk in the woods with his spear pretending he´s a pirate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life goes on. i might be wrong that you will be that man. you might hook up with somebody and make kids and set up a family.. with someone other than me. if i go out there and i will start singing to the world about the love i had for you.. and then find out that you´ve gone serious with somebody during the time i went away.. would i be crying long ? yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there has to be a soul made for everyone. will love come again ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-4470594729871946708?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/4470594729871946708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-loved.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/4470594729871946708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/4470594729871946708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-loved.html' title=''/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-4787115923062344307</id><published>2010-08-23T22:47:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T02:38:06.638+03:00</updated><title type='text'>http://www.coasttocoasttickets.com/buy/new_york_ny_concert_tickets.htm</title><content type='html'>there´s something in the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn´t there ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-4787115923062344307?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/4787115923062344307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2010/08/httpwwwcoasttocoastticketscombuynewyork.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/4787115923062344307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/4787115923062344307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2010/08/httpwwwcoasttocoastticketscombuynewyork.html' title='http://www.coasttocoasttickets.com/buy/new_york_ny_concert_tickets.htm'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-4316982597236514233</id><published>2010-08-23T05:13:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T22:45:57.069+03:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck everything you think</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;ma ropendan.ning jah. ma teen veel paljusi muid halbu asju. joon aeg ajalt klaasikese veini. ei keela endale sigarimahvi, kui see on proovimist väärt. aeg ajalt mängin lollimat kui olen. ning kavatsen vaikselt columbia ülikooli cum laudele välja minna.  jahhhhh. ning ma armastan ropendamist. õigel ajal. õiges kohas. so what ? kelle ees ma põen ? iseenda.&lt;br /&gt;korralikud  tüdrukud ju kakal ei käi ja samasuguseid organeid suusõnaliselt ei maini.&lt;br /&gt;ja putsi see õigekiri, ausõna. selle huinjaa pärast ma kirjutamata ei  jäta. kui raamatu trükki peaksin andma, olen kuulnud, et tehakse  spell-check niiii -kui-niiii. nii et nahhui!. vigane ingel põrgust läbi käinuna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my attitude speaking. so listen up ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;ja usas on kuradi hea olla. mitte ükski fucking nägu pole tuttav. mitte ükski mees pole haiget teinud. mitte ükski koht pole igavuseni jalge alla trambitud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;puid alla, puid alla, puid alla. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;give  me rooftop parties. give me something to work on. why am i here ?!?!?  to make history ? YES. I am offering my life, what are you bringing to  the table !?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;grrr, my ambition-tiger is waking from a long-long sleep. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just give me a sec.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-4316982597236514233?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/4316982597236514233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2010/08/fuck-everything-you-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/4316982597236514233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/4316982597236514233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2010/08/fuck-everything-you-think.html' title='fuck everything you think'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-1481370400886941149</id><published>2010-08-23T05:00:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T05:04:36.365+03:00</updated><title type='text'>यू अरे बेगिन्निंग तो बे अ memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/THHWSu47fSI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GO5ealhTH6o/s1600/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/THHWSu47fSI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GO5ealhTH6o/s320/Picture+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508419436563627298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mida enam aega mööda läheb ning mida enam ma ennast siin sisse sean.. seda enam hakkan ma mõtlema, su pilti vaadates, et mida ma õieti sinus üldse nägin ??? mida? mida ma sinust tean ? mida tean ma sinu minevikust ? su sõpradest ? su harjumusest? su pahedest ? su saladustest ? su kuritegudest ? su heategudest ? su iseloomust ?&lt;br /&gt;nägin vaid kerget pinnavirvendust ning su mänge.. sellest tiivaripsutusest piisas, et mind armuma panna.. kuid armumisest on kerge armastus kasvama kui seda toita, mida sa ka kenasti tegid ..ning seda ma õppisin tänu sinule. tänan sind selle eest, kuid see on ka kõik. see on ainus. ainus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried to the sky wanting to know what love is. i believed it. and i was shown.&lt;br /&gt;now that i know wha love is.. the more i wanna get away from all the buzz that does not even come close. i was the sweetest girl. now im the coldest.&lt;br /&gt;love ? does not exist to me. it did exist, but not anymore. all the love i had i gave away. good load to get rid of.&lt;br /&gt;end of my memoars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winnie pooh saga? led me here. im here. faar, far away from you.. we were never ment to be. you were ment to be my lighthouse, but not anything more. God above showd me my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is trusting. sharing. making somebody happy. caring for someone more than you care for yourself. love is giving everything you have and not to wait anything in return. love is letting go. love is free. love is rainbow in everyday..even if its pouring outside. even if its storm out on the sea. i still had that sunshine. päikseke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma olin piiril. usaldasin oma vaistu sinu suhtes, kuid mitte su silmi. ma usaldasin su sõnu, kuid mitte su silmi. ja sa kunagi ei rääkinud ja vaadanud mulle silma samal ajal. nüüd ma mõistan iseennast, miks ma sind lõpuni ei usaldanud. ma usaldasin oma nägemusi. ma usaldasin oma vaistu ning su armsaid sõnu ning su kindlust hääletoonis, kuid ma ei usaldanud su ebakindlust ega su silmi, mis naersid. ma uskusin märke. ma uskusin, et see on määratud. ning see ka oli. määratud minule, kuid mitte sinule. mind hoiatati, kuid ma pole kunagi kedagi kuulda võtnud, keda ma ei usalda. usaldan enda kogemusi. mitte kunagi teiste. inimesed on erinevad ning mis ühele hea on teisel halb ning vastupidi. i had a voice in my head that said : " if you like it, go for it. its worth a try. " and it was. i would do it all over again. all the letters. all the phonecalls on my behalf. all the suprizes. showing up in bus-station. kissing you on your cheek in the back of the house. provocatingly smoking in front of your face when you pissed me off. smiley post-its on your table. candys on your table.chats in msn. chatts in skype. drawing kittens on the side of your dirty car. tolerating you lies. listening music with you. going to the harbour with you. singing together in the car. singing together at work. enrolling to the same gym with you, althouhgh it was too many miles away in other city. all the times i passed your house going to work in the house next to yours..hoping you would be crossing street that moment when i was there ..and then the anxiety that it´s better if you would not be there. and you were´nt. your car was, but never you.&lt;br /&gt;if you would see me in future.. you would not recognize me. im everything BUT that girl you knew back then. im already future. all the sleepless nights. all the unreturned calls. all the mornings i was waiting you to come, never too brave to ask when you´ll come. and having that sickness feeling in my stomach till the second you finally left the building for that day. that was the only time i could breathe normally. that was the only time my heartrate was in normal.that was the time my hands would not sweat. i did not have whistles in my ears. blushing skin under my makeup. not having those affectionate eyes towards you waiting for you to pay attention to me. as madonna said.. GET STUPID .&lt;br /&gt;I D-I-D.&lt;br /&gt;and now ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ´m D-O-N-E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/THHWfx8HQdI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/I3jDxXLcEYI/s1600/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/THHWfx8HQdI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/I3jDxXLcEYI/s320/Picture+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508419660720587218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and F.W.Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kõik videod mida broadcastin.. need kukuvad läbi peategelase, kelleks olen antud loos MINA, MINA ja ainult MINA !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-1481370400886941149?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/THHWSu47fSI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GO5ealhTH6o/s72-c/Picture+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-6220454087611353288</id><published>2010-01-17T20:45:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T20:46:51.141+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>peast soe, südamest üksi, verelt kuum ja attidude´lt külm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-6220454087611353288?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-6212058846055374633</id><published>2009-12-30T11:01:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T20:01:56.560+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont you just love Kanye ?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/TIEp1RF3zpI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/T-E-JyZEv7w/s1600/7380469_Bcevcz.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/TIEp1RF3zpI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/T-E-JyZEv7w/s320/7380469_Bcevcz.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512733413976034962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/TIEp1IOX_nI/AAAAAAAAAWI/wWJ2umKXqb8/s1600/amber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/TIEp1IOX_nI/AAAAAAAAAWI/wWJ2umKXqb8/s320/amber.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512733411595779698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/TIEp08ElLZI/AAAAAAAAAWA/-X6vBPkBxzk/s1600/amber-rose-bet-awards-2009-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/TIEp08ElLZI/AAAAAAAAAWA/-X6vBPkBxzk/s320/amber-rose-bet-awards-2009-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512733408333475218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tellin u, it all falls down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´ m so self concious.&lt;br /&gt;He´s so self concious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I promise, she's so self conscious&lt;br /&gt;She has no idea what she's doing in college&lt;br /&gt;That major that she majored in don't make no money&lt;br /&gt;But she won't drop out, her parents will look at her funny&lt;br /&gt;Now, tell me that ain't insecurrre&lt;br /&gt;The concept of school seems so securrre&lt;br /&gt;Sophmore three yearrrs aint picked a careerrr&lt;br /&gt;She like fuck it,&lt;br /&gt;I'll just stay down herre and do hair&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's enough money to buy her a few pairs of new Airs&lt;br /&gt;Cause her baby daddy don't really care&lt;br /&gt;She's so precious with the peer pressure&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't afford a car so she named her daughter Alexus (a Lexus)&lt;br /&gt;She had hair so long that it looked like weave&lt;br /&gt;Then she cut it all off now she look like Eve&lt;br /&gt;And she be dealing with some issues that you can't believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I promise,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm so self conscious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why you always see me with at least one of my watches&lt;br /&gt;Rollies and Pasha's done drove me crazy&lt;br /&gt;I can't even pronounce nothing, pass that versace!&lt;br /&gt;Then I spent 400 bucks on this&lt;br /&gt;Just to be like nigga you ain't up on this!&lt;br /&gt;And I can't even go to the grocery store&lt;br /&gt;Without some ones thats clean and a shirt with a team&lt;br /&gt;It seems we living the american dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But the people highest up got the lowest self esteem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The prettiest people do the ugliest things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the road to riches and diamond rings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We shine because they hate us&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;floss cause they degrade us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We trying to buy back our 40 acres&lt;br /&gt;And for that paper, look how low we a'stoop&lt;br /&gt;Even if you in a Benz, you still a nigga in a coop/coupe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say fuck the police, thats how I treat em&lt;br /&gt;We buy our way out of jail, but we can't buy freedom&lt;br /&gt;We'll buy a lot of clothes when we don't really need em&lt;br /&gt;Things we buy to cover up what's inside&lt;br /&gt;Cause they make us hate ourself and love they wealth&lt;br /&gt;That's why shortys hollering "where the ballas' at?"&lt;br /&gt;Drug dealer buy Jordans, crackhead buy crack&lt;br /&gt;And a white man get paid off of all of that&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't even gon act holier than thou&lt;br /&gt;Cause fuck it, I went to Jacob with 25 thou&lt;br /&gt;Before I had a house and I'd do it again&lt;br /&gt;Cause I wanna be on 106 and Park pushing a Benz&lt;br /&gt;I wanna act ballerific like it's all terrificI got a couple past due bills,&lt;br /&gt;I won't get specificI got a problem with spending before I get it&lt;br /&gt;We all self conscious&lt;br /&gt;I'm just the first to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i say:&lt;br /&gt;fuck all this.&lt;br /&gt;i dont need to be safe. i dont need to be slomo.&lt;br /&gt;i need life going through my veins. jeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-6212058846055374633?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/6212058846055374633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-you-just-love-kanye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/6212058846055374633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/6212058846055374633'/><link 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SznphoctGwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/4ifZ6qYIlWc/s1600-h/guessAccessories1%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420620390519872258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SznphoctGwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/4ifZ6qYIlWc/s320/guessAccessories1%5B6%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loll on olla loll ja valus on olla naiivne. Päevgi aastas võiks olla enda vastu aus ja see päev võiks muuta kogu ülejäänud aasta.Illusioonid on toredad nagu ka täitumata unistused. Sa unistad, näed unes, tulevikus shared oma unanägusid teistegagi. Ja kõik on nagu päris. Uskudes psühholooge, isegi rohkem kui päris, sest aistingud on teravamad. Ma nägin unes, et sa silitasid mu pead. Ma panin pea su sülle ja minuga oli kogu maailma rahu. „Su silmis ja suus on mu lainetav juus, justnagu su unenäos varem,” kirjutas Doris Kareva. Sinu silms ja suus ei olnud. Mu lainetav juus oli su süles ja ma tundsin, et misiganes ei tuleks, kes iganes kunagi ei tuleks, mitu iganes ei tuleks, sa kaitsed mind. Läbi linnade. Läbi lillede. Läbi ilmade. Aga sa ei kaitse mind ja päeval ma ei vajagi sind. Ainult öösel, siis kui olen natuke nõrgem. Nii vähe, et kuskilt alateadvuse sügavamast sopist immitseb läbi midagi, mida Freudki vaevalt aimata oskab. Tervenemine algab siis, kui sa tunnistad. Lahti laskmine algab siis, kui sa tunnistad selle vajadust. Unedest loobumine, mistahes unedest, nõuab jõudu ja ennastsalgavust nagu iga minnalaskmine. Kuidas lasta lahti, kui sa tead, et pead lahti laskma? Et see on su ainus võimalus ja jääbki ainsaks võimaluseks. Ennast ära ei räägi ja ära petab vaid teatud aja. Ma otsustasin, et kõik unistused, mis ei ole täitunud lähevad üle kaalumisele. Mis teeb mind paremaks ja rikkamaks, võtame kaasa. Mis hävitab ja jääb alati kättesaamatuks, jätame nii sügavale unedesse, et Freudki enam ei aima. Deadlined unistustele. Või kuidas lasta minna kui tead, et pead laskma? Kuidas seda tehakse?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-4040140660242014794?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/4040140660242014794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/12/kuidas-lasta-minna-milanalt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/4040140660242014794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/4040140660242014794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/12/kuidas-lasta-minna-milanalt.html' title='Kuidas lasta minna ?'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SznphoctGwI/AAAAAAAAAIE/4ifZ6qYIlWc/s72-c/guessAccessories1%5B6%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-4017843766420403864</id><published>2009-12-27T17:08:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T20:04:13.813+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/TIEqWnixxOI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Wokd2yimGZo/s1600/AJ_Tattoo_belly01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/TIEqWnixxOI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Wokd2yimGZo/s320/AJ_Tattoo_belly01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512733986938537186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;action speaks louder than words.&lt;br /&gt;not showing means not caring.&lt;br /&gt;how can u tell there is noone else u think about and miss when u dont show anything even close to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do my own thinking and action. u do yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-4017843766420403864?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/4017843766420403864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/12/action-speaks-louder-than-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/4017843766420403864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/4017843766420403864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/12/action-speaks-louder-than-words.html' title=''/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/TIEqWnixxOI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Wokd2yimGZo/s72-c/AJ_Tattoo_belly01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-6390070997414294546</id><published>2009-12-27T16:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T16:58:33.681+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szd2FCndg5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/3mC0Y5eo84Y/s1600-h/lgpp31334%2Bjohnny-bravo-whoa-momma-johnny-bravo-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szd1mRsEt7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/LsvFgrBE3Ag/s320/johnny_bravo00.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419929977007421362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szd1mDS8YfI/AAAAAAAAAHE/-v6V0SeOOZM/s1600-h/johnny_bravo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szd1mDS8YfI/AAAAAAAAAHE/-v6V0SeOOZM/s320/johnny_bravo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419929973143921138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jhonny Bravo my ladies and gents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-6390070997414294546?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/6390070997414294546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/12/jhonny-bravo-my-ladies-and-gents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/6390070997414294546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/6390070997414294546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/12/jhonny-bravo-my-ladies-and-gents.html' title=''/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szd2FCndg5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/3mC0Y5eo84Y/s72-c/lgpp31334%2Bjohnny-bravo-whoa-momma-johnny-bravo-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-592416136868247389</id><published>2009-12-24T21:31:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T20:04:32.399+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ja tore. tore tore tore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-592416136868247389?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/592416136868247389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/12/ja-tore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/592416136868247389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/592416136868247389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/12/ja-tore.html' title=''/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-7498790534919658620</id><published>2009-12-23T12:45:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T12:19:55.300+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kasutatdes Jean Michel Pilc ´i sõnu ühes antud videos räägin natuke muusikast enda maailma läbi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AoKjj_UBHNg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AoKjj_UBHNg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned listening records, listening concerts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is to learn by ear and I think this has a bit forgotten with all schools, with all this academic approach where people tend to learn as a discipline. But, the music is not a discipline. It´s a very intuitive art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being self made musician, this allowed me to feel the music. So, I started on a sensual manner and not with an intellectual approach. It is true that in New York, there are excellent musicians and places for playing. This is a city I like very much, not only gor musical reasons but for the place itself. For the way of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think nevertheless that music is more the reflection of an individual than of the place he´s living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I perform a concert, it´s always a different experience, either in solo, in trio, or quartet, it´s always as if that was the first time I play music. You have always to keep this freshness as if it was the first concert of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration comes when you let it coming for you and the key is mainly relaxation. Finally you have to be at the music service, to put the minimum possible of intensions or stoppers on the music way. For all of this, you must be open minded as much as possible, the more relax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-7498790534919658620?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/7498790534919658620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/12/kasutatdes-jean-michel-pilc-i-sonu-uhes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/7498790534919658620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/7498790534919658620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/12/kasutatdes-jean-michel-pilc-i-sonu-uhes.html' title=''/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-1411751024114111399</id><published>2009-12-23T10:51:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T10:56:39.001+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tähetark IGOR MANG: Mida toob tiigriaasta 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SzHbMjL6D2I/AAAAAAAAAG8/F65rvEzPyiE/s1600-h/capt_a7bc3f25fbce4fc0af062f535d836395_aptopix_odin_the_tiger_caer101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418352835353513826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SzHbMjL6D2I/AAAAAAAAAG8/F65rvEzPyiE/s320/capt_a7bc3f25fbce4fc0af062f535d836395_aptopix_odin_the_tiger_caer101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. veebruaril kell 4.51 algaval tiigriaastal on oodata suuri muutusi poliitikamaastikul. Tekib jõulisi rahvaliikumisi, tõuseb esile uusi liidreid – eriti haritlaste seast. Võib tekkida äge rahvusvaheline konflikt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pühvliaasta hakkab lõpule jõudma. Pühvli asemele tuleb Tiiger. Hetk, millal valge metalltiiger troonile astub, on 14. veebruar kell 4.51.&lt;br /&gt;Mida iseloomulikku ja erilist võib tuua tiigriaasta? Esiteks on tegemist salapärase loomaga, nagu seda on kõik kaslased. Ta ei paista silma, liigub kusagil kõrkjates, on harva nähtav ja vaikne, kuid ohtlik oma ootamatuse tõttu. Hüppeid teeb ta järsku.&lt;br /&gt;Tiiger armastab samamoodi puhtust nagu teised kaslased, ei söö raibet ega sisikonda. Räägitakse, et ta oskavat liha pesta. Inimest ta naljalt ei ründa, aga pidavat kaua jälitama, tundma õppima.&lt;br /&gt;Vaat niisugune tuleb ka tema aasta: vaikne, vaikne... ja siis järsku mingi õuduslugu. Kõik löövad käsi kokku ja imestavad. Kui Tiigril ei õnnestu esimesel korral saaki tabada, kõnnib ta minema ja ootab uut võimalust. Nii et kui üks ehmatus toimus, siis mõnda aega võib rahulikult elada.&lt;br /&gt;Ilmselt on tulemas väga teravaid olukordi, kus närvid äärmuseni pingul. Meenutagem mõnd eelmist tiigriaastat.&lt;br /&gt;1914. aasta 28. juulil algas Esimene maailmasõda. 1926. aasta kevadel kukutas marssal Józef Piłsudski Poolas sõjaväe abil valitsuse ja haaras võimu. 1938. aastal annekteeris Saksamaa Austria. 1950. aastal kuulutas India end vabariigiks, 1962. aastal viis Nõukogude Liit raketid Kuubale ja algas Kuuba ehk Kariibi kriis. 1986. aastal toimus Tšernobõli katastroof. 1998. aastal algas Kosovo sõda.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis saab aastal 2010? Tiigriaastal pidavat isegi arad inimesed julgeks saama. Kujutage ette, milliseks veel muutuvad niigi julged inimesed. Ilma tapluse ja vereta ei lähe. Tulemas on aktiivne rahvaliikumiste aasta, kus esile tõusevad uued poliitilised liidrid. Suuremat laadi muutused ongi tulemas just poliitikamaastikul. Võidavad poliitikud, kes ei karda riskida.&lt;br /&gt;Mida on oodata kuude kaupa?MÄRTS&lt;br /&gt;Esimesed kümme päeva on veebruaris juhtunud ehmatavate sündmuste järelkaja – tuleb süüdlased välja selgitada. Võimalikud on muudatused valitsuskabinetis. Märtsi teine pool peaks tulema optimistlikum, ülesehitav ja hoogne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-1411751024114111399?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/1411751024114111399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/12/tahetark-igor-mang-mida-toob.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/1411751024114111399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/1411751024114111399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/12/tahetark-igor-mang-mida-toob.html' title='Tähetark IGOR MANG: Mida toob tiigriaasta 2010'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SzHbMjL6D2I/AAAAAAAAAG8/F65rvEzPyiE/s72-c/capt_a7bc3f25fbce4fc0af062f535d836395_aptopix_odin_the_tiger_caer101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-5741658243797369049</id><published>2009-12-18T13:42:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T13:49:23.419+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SytsO4aNtXI/AAAAAAAAAG0/hFyRdPUYp2s/s1600-h/peace%252001%2520american%2520flag%2520handsign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SytsO4aNtXI/AAAAAAAAAG0/hFyRdPUYp2s/s320/peace%252001%2520american%2520flag%2520handsign.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416541979759457650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SytsOpAfgmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Z1wF94SIyNE/s1600-h/hungary-peace-rally-peacep045-ga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SytsOpAfgmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Z1wF94SIyNE/s320/hungary-peace-rally-peacep045-ga.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416541975625040482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Sytr2Xkk_dI/AAAAAAAAAGk/JJG9VjK6wmg/s1600-h/peace_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Sytr2Xkk_dI/AAAAAAAAAGk/JJG9VjK6wmg/s320/peace_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416541558627696082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-5741658243797369049?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/5741658243797369049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/5741658243797369049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/5741658243797369049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SytsO4aNtXI/AAAAAAAAAG0/hFyRdPUYp2s/s72-c/peace%252001%2520american%2520flag%2520handsign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-4288225113190218931</id><published>2009-12-18T08:41:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T10:14:25.757+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>minu seelikukandmine küll külma temperatuuri taha ei jää. Kui muidu ma lihtsalt ei saa erinevate põhjuste kokkulangemisel seelikut kanda, siis - 18 kraadiga on just parajalt karge temperatuur, mis mu ajusagaraid liigutama paneb selles suunas, et 20cm heledat teksat omale selga panna. Muidu on niigi mõnna ja soe, et sellisele ebamugavusele mõelda. Siis on niikuinii külm, mis läbi teksadetagi perset näpistab.  Seeeeeeeeeest tuleb inimesed soojas hoida :D  &lt;br /&gt;Pigem on mul asi selles, et mul tuli tuju, mul oli aega sellele mõelda, ja ma olen väljapuhanud. Ehk erinevate asajolude soodne kokkulangemine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reedeks siis puhkasin välja. Kaks ööd magasin 7 tundi ja üsna uue kopika tunne on peal. Sellest ka siis mu väikene värskuse tähistamine ja sai seelik selga pandud . Mu uute valgete saabastega on päris nunnu värk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja mul on tõesti soojalt pohhui mingid viltuvaatamised, stiilis kas lühemat ei olnud, või et sellise ilmaga seelik ! Ma olen eluaeg selliseid reaktsioone põhjustanud :D &lt;br /&gt;hahaaaa, ükskord oli ka mingi -20 kraadi ja kuna mul oli tuju, siis panin omale jalga oma lemmikud helesinised teksast kingad. Mugavad, peene nina ja peene kontsaga. Peen värk noh. haha. Õnneks keegi väga ei näinud, et need nagu lumega käimiseks sellised natuke ebasobivasd olid. Jana küsis, et kas ma olen hulluks läind vms :D haha. aga no ma pean ytlema, et ausõna mul ei olnud külm. noselles mõttes, et mul oli tunda, et teiselpool nahast põhja oleks nagu lumi, aga see oli pigem selline huvitav tunne. Põhiline oli ju see, et nendega sai sitaks hästi liugu lasta hoogu võttes. Nahast põhi ju libises krudiseva lume peal ülihästi :D:D&lt;br /&gt;See on mu eripära. Luuavarrepauk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Njauks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja eile õhtul oli mul vaba õhtu. nagu VABA. Ilma ühegi õppeta, õhegi koosolekuta, ühegi kokkusaamiseta, ühegi asjata. Lihtsalt vaba. &lt;br /&gt;Ma poleks uskunudki, et see saab nii eriline tunne olla. &lt;br /&gt;Peale Medicoveri tervisekontrolli, kus ming tugevaks ja terveks alfaemaseks tunnistati sõitsin paar peatust edasi järve poole. Bussis oli üks meesterahvas kohvriga, kes pidas mingit huvitavat loengut kristuse ja jehhoova kohta. Et tema oli käinud kuskil maiteakus, ala indias või krdi aafrikas vms. kus ei olnud süüa, kus ei olnud juua aga inimesed olid õnnelikud vms. &lt;br /&gt;Midagi sinnakanti. Ma krdi kahjuks ei saanud sellest loengust väga aru midagi, sest see mees kõneles seda vene keeles, aga natuke rääkis seal sellekohta, et ei ta ei ole hull. ta on käinud paldiski maanteel ja ta tunnistati terveks meheks ja ta räägib seda teile kallid kaaslased, et te teaksite seda mida te ise ei näe vms. Suht äge. Selline vabaloeng bussis ajaviiteks. Suht haruldane nähtus eestis, aga mul on juhtunud selliseid seiku olema varem ka, minujaoks ei olnud see esimene sesuhtes. &lt;br /&gt;ok. Läksin siis seal järvel maha ja jalutasin sinna Space´i. Uue nimega siis Sahver. MA ei tea kas on toimunud ainult nimevahetus, või ka omanikuvahetus, aga igatahes jah. Suht ok oli. &lt;br /&gt;Esimene asi mis oli oli see, et vana Power Hit Radio asemel mängis seal nüüd hea muusika. Jazz, lounge, chill. Selline mõnus hämara valguse muusika. Ma ju pidin kohe baaridaamilt küsima, et mis plaat see mängib. Sellepeale vahtis ta mulle kõigepeale paar minti tumma näoga otsa, kuni siis kordasin ennast, et:,, Vabandage, kas tohib küsida, mis muusika teil siin mängib, see on lihtsalt nii hea. Kes esitaja on, kelle plaat ? On teil äkki mingi ümbris või midagi ? " Siis tal ühendas lahti mida ma tahtsin ja hea klienditeenindajana tegi ta oma 60 protsendise parima, et mu soov rahuldada. Ta tegi muusikakeskuse kapi lahti ja vaatas, et ilma kirjadtea plaadiümris oli, mille peale ta mulle ütles, et need on omaniku isiklikud plaadid mille ta siia teinud on. Ma sellepeale siis palusin tal oma numbri üles kirjutada ja omanikul epalve edastada, et teada saada, kes tal selle plaadi peal laulsid ja mängisid. Head muusikat ei saa tundmatusse ju jätta. Suht loll küsimus jah. Aga noh ütleme nii, et kui mina oleksin see omanik ja mulle selline kompliment maitse kohta tehakse, siis ma rahuldaks selle uudishimuliku kliendi palve. &lt;br /&gt;Sesuhtes ma ei ole mingi hull ju ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Söök ei olnud suurem asi,makaronid ja kanafilee oli eelvalmistatud ja soendatud, aga kuna mu kõht sitaks tühi oli, siis ei olnud viriseda midagi. Ja läheks tagasi isegi. Valgus oli hea, värvid olid head, sisekujundus oli privaatsete boxilahendustena, vähe rahvast- ja põhiline- meeleolumuusika oli suurepärane. Kui sinna bambuseruloo unelma juurde lisada ka veel värske keelt allaviiv toit.. siis oleks see koht ilmselgelt liiga ülerahvastatud ja tore on et ei olnud. haha&lt;br /&gt;Üks eesti vene-vanur-kuulsus-rikkur saabus sinna aint sissse oma firma jõuluistumisele. Selleks olid neil kahjuks minu kõrvale laud broneeritud ja see lärmakas härra lendas sisse sinna suure seltskonna ja jutuga. Mu avalduse personal letter´i ühe rea lugemiseks pidin umbes 4 korda otsast alustama, sest vahepeal kuulsin- vaatasin selle klouni meelelahutusprogrammi oma töötajatele. Küll ta näperdas seaL neid dekoratiiv marineeritud köögiviljade purke seintel ja siis ta küsis garderoobi, kui nähtaval olid nagid seintel jne jne . Ühesnaga nagu ühele 50 aastasele rikkale ja võimukale kuulsale kännule kohane, ta tuli ja kukkus seal demonstratiivselt oma 20-25 aastase tibi ees lammutama. "Puudlike" oli käekõrval vaarao ja kleopatra segu. Selline süütuke stiilis" Kallis, mis sa teed, pane ära muidu ma hakkan nutma " tüdruk. Iseenesest oli ilus tüdruk. Konkreetne sirge tukk, tumedad siidised juuksed, lopsakas büst, mitte nii lopsakas "behind" kaalu umbes 55 kg pikkust kuskil 168 cm. Ümarad näojooned ja sametine heledam nahk. Täiesti mõistetav, mida see 50 aastane "rosinake" selles 25 aastases " virsikus" näeb. Kui ma veel sinna juurde kujutan neid " seda " tegemas, siis no, mnjah. Mehest saan veel aru. Aga tüdruku puhul mõistan vaid kahet asja. Psühholoogiliselt isa asendamine ja raha, võimalused, kõrgelseisvate tutvuste omandamine, võim. &lt;br /&gt;Maja ees seisis uuem Mercedese maastur. Sinna sobib see tüdruk nagu valatult. &lt;br /&gt;Kanye West-Flashing lights has a sayng for that: She dont belive in shooting stars, but she believes in choosing cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Do I know ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;äkki oli see tüdruk ta tütar, mõtled? Tütar, keda korduvalt kallistatakse,kellega koos ehk suitsunurka kaotakse, kellel kannul käiakse, kellel õrnalt vaevu märgatavalt ümbert hoitakse, siis küll jah. Ega mina tea neid võõramaiseid kombeid, ehk oligi võtnud oma ilusa tütrekese kaasa sinna jõuluõhtule nö. kaineks rooliks. &lt;br /&gt;Ehk ma olen siinkohal lollakas eestlane, kes paneb julmalt kohe stereotüübid külge. Mozet bõtt ! &lt;br /&gt;Las laps teeb, mis laps tahab. &lt;br /&gt;Peaasi, et laps ei nutaks !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laias laastus on mul soojalt pohhui. Terved kohad on neid kooslusi täis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do You know ?&lt;br /&gt;What do They know ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuna mu essee tegemisest selle seltskonna läheduses enam midagi välja ei tulnud jalutasin Viljandi mnt. bussikasse ja läksin koju.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my life homie, you decide yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-4288225113190218931?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/4288225113190218931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/12/minu-seelikukandmine-kull-kulma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/4288225113190218931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/4288225113190218931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/12/minu-seelikukandmine-kull-kulma.html' title=''/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-2681208913639111057</id><published>2009-12-17T08:50:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T10:19:33.374+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ahvid ja klahvid " ehk Def Räädu häs some nju shit comin´ !</title><content type='html'>uu&lt;br /&gt;UU&lt;br /&gt;uu&lt;br /&gt;UU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Väikene kuuldult kirja pandud riimijupp, mis meeldib ja lähedane on ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Esimesed ei teadnud kunagi päriselt mis toimus, nad loevad uudistest, kes kelle ära murdis toiduks. Teised nägid pealt ja läksid peast pisut segi. Ja meie need kolmandad-tulid, nägid, tegid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009. aasta jõuludeks on Def Räädu produtsendid Arian Levin ja Remi Prual valmis saanud uue albumi "Ahvid &amp;amp; Klahvid". Aasta alguses 10. koostegutsemisaastat tähistanud tantsubiidimeistrite 4. stuudioalbumil on põhitähelepanu pööratud kõikvõimalikele nuppudele, klahvidele ja päästikutele, mille abil me oma elu edasi viime. Albumil edastavad eestikeelseid sõnumeid J.O.C., Chalice, Kadri Voorand, Stupid F, Tommyboy jt. Nende kõrval teevad kaasa ka üleilmset tuntust nautivad UK reggae/dancehall vokalistid General "Incredible" Levy ja Maxwell "Serious" D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.lejalgenes.com/releases/?id=49&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-2681208913639111057?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/2681208913639111057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/12/def-raadu-has-some-nju-shit-comin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/2681208913639111057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/2681208913639111057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/12/def-raadu-has-some-nju-shit-comin.html' title='&quot;Ahvid ja klahvid &quot; ehk Def Räädu häs some nju shit comin´ !'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-8883268959394893359</id><published>2009-12-16T10:48:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T10:49:34.016+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SyifGKMSkbI/AAAAAAAAAGc/YfByYJFBy-0/s1600-h/kanye_west.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415753480076956082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SyifGKMSkbI/AAAAAAAAAGc/YfByYJFBy-0/s320/kanye_west.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(This spaz comes courtesy of losers making fake Kanye West Twitter accounts) I DON’T HAVE A FUCKING TWITTER… WHY WOULD I USE TWITTER??? I ONLY BLOG 5 PERCENT OF WHAT I’M UP TO IN THE FIRST PLACE. I’M ACTUALLY SLOW DELIVERING CONTENT BECAUSE I’M TOO BUSY ACTUALLY BUSY BEING CREATIVE MOST OF THE TIME AND IF I’M NOT AND I’M JUST LAYING ON A BEACH I WOULDN’T TELL THE WORLD. EVERYTHING THAT TWITTER OFFERS I NEED LESS OF. THE PEOPLE AT TWITTER KNOW I DON’T HAVE A FUCKING TWITTER SO FOR THEM TO ALLOW SOMEONE TO POSE AS ME AND ACCUMULATE OVER A MILLION NAMES IS IRRESPONSIBLE AND DECEITFUL TO THERE FAITHFUL USERS. REPEAT… THE HEADS OF TWITTER KNEW I DIDN’T HAVE A TWITTER AND THEY HAVE TO KNOW WHICH ACCOUNTS HAVE HIGH ACTIVITY ON THEM. IT’S A FUCKING FARCE AND IT MAKES ME QUESTION WHAT OTHER SO CALLED CELEBRITY TWITTERS ARE ACTUALLY REAL OR FAKE. HEY TWITTER, TAKE THE SO CALLED KANYE WEST TWITTER DOWN NOW …. WHY? … BECAUSE MY CAPS LOCK KEY IS LOUD!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ja nii ongi !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-8883268959394893359?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/8883268959394893359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-spaz-comes-courtesy-of-losers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/8883268959394893359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/8883268959394893359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-spaz-comes-courtesy-of-losers.html' title=''/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SyifGKMSkbI/AAAAAAAAAGc/YfByYJFBy-0/s72-c/kanye_west.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-1861354485992575883</id><published>2009-12-05T21:04:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T21:18:54.904+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>laupäev. 5 detsember. 2009 aastal muide. eelmine aasta täpselt samal ajal olin Londonis ja lõin samu summasi laiaks mis täna. hah hahaha aha aaaa. ma armastan oma elu. väljaminekud ei saa suured olla, sissetulek saab ainult väike olla. tuleb teenida nii palju kui kulutada suudad. ja kui üle jääb, siis on ok. kui puudu jääb siis tuleb rohkem teenida. haha.&lt;br /&gt;ühesnaga käisin täna shoppamas peale Keski kongresssi, kus suur juhatus valiti ja mille valimiskomisjonis ma tegev olin . veits. lahterdasin mõned sedelid andsin allkira, et kõik ok on ja läksime vaatasime natsa veel seal Oviiri kõnet. Vilja kõnet kaa. millest meil Kristjaniga hull pall veerema läks vilja mineviku ja oleviku valikute üle. et ta tänasel päeval on see kes ta on. õnnetu inimene. mis hinnaga jnejne. vähemalt me nii arvasime.&lt;br /&gt;ja siis läksime SHOPPPPAMA ,&lt;br /&gt;ma ostsin omale uue sauna  harja mummudega ja siis pimsikivi laavakivist ja siis new yorkerist paar kampsunit, yhe hästi nunnu lilla sh. ja siis shoppasime veel äää,,oot..hmm.aa jajajaaa. JYSKIS :D ostsin omale lõpuks peegli ära. nunnu siukse. suure. nunnu. mmmmmm, minu peeegel.  mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;aa ja teine pärl mu tänases shopingukotis on MU ESIMESED TUTTUUED VALGED TIMBERLANDI KÕRGE SÄÄREGA SAAPAD. LOVE THEM !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aa ja siis põikasime veel vero modast ka läbi, kus ma pidin ikka hulluks minema jälle ja omale kaks JUMMALA nunnut vööd ostsin. ha ha ha. ühe valge. mu valgele talvemantlile mu uute nunnukate bootsadega sobitumaks ja siis yhe SITAKS sexy beezi,laia pihavöö. no ausalt. sitaks seks shopingtuur oli.&lt;br /&gt;aa ja siis ühed nunnud kindad kaaa, beezid kuldsega.&lt;br /&gt;ma olen täiega rahul täna endaga.&lt;br /&gt;rääkimata veeel nendest Mary Kay kreemidest mis täna kätte sain. mMMMMmmmmmMMm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoppasin täna siis nii, et ma lihtsalt nii väss olin, et ma enam seistagi ei jaksanud. tellisin taxo ja tulin koju ära. nüüd kraamin ja mõnulen oma stuffi otsas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma olen naine juuuu ?!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janale tegin väikese jõulukingi ära täna seal vannipallide ja vannipiima poes ;) :P&lt;br /&gt;ja emmele tegin eile :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nüüd süda rahul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melikey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-1861354485992575883?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/1861354485992575883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/12/laupaev.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/1861354485992575883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/1861354485992575883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/12/laupaev.html' title=''/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-890336950611626615</id><published>2009-12-04T15:30:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T16:06:17.048+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Loobu suhtest iseendaga. Valgustunud suhted. Eckhart Tolle "Siin ja praegu: kohaloleku jõud " lk 157</title><content type='html'>Kui inimene on täielikult teadvuslik, kas ta vajab siis endiselt suhet ? Kas mees tunneks siis endiselt naise vastu huvi? Kas naine endiselt tunneks end ilma meheta poolikuna ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valgustatud või mitte, sa oled kas mees või naine ja seega vormi tasandil ei ole sa tervik. Sa oled terviku üks pool. See ebaterviklikkus väljendub mehe ja naise vahelise " keemia", kahe polaarse energia külgetõmbena sõltumata tedvuslikkuse astmest. Kuid endaga kontaktis olles tunned sa seda tõmmet pinnapealse või kõrvalisena. Selles seisundis tundub kõik niisugusena. Kogu maailm tundub avara ja sügava ookeani pinnalainetusena. Sina oled see ookean ja sina oled ka pinnalainetus, kuid lainetus, mis teab, et tema on ookean. Ja võrreldes selle ookeani sügavuse ja suurusega ei tundu lainetuse ja virvenduse maailm enam üldse nii olulisena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ei tähenda, et sa ei suuda teisi või oma partnerit tõsiselt võtta. Tegelikult ongi see võimalik vaid Olemisest teadlik olles. Olemise tõttu suudad sa näha vormist kaugemale. Olemises on mees ja naine üks. Sinu vormil on endiselt omad vajadused, Olemisel neid ei ole. Olemine on täiuslik ja terviklik. On hea, kui need vajadused on rahuldatud, kuid nende rahuldamine ei mõjuta sinu sügavamat olemust. Seepärast on täiesti võimalik, et kui valgustatud inimese vajadus meheliku või naiseliku polaarsuse järele on rahuldamatu, tunneb ta seda ebaterviklikkust välisel tasandil ja jääb sisimas ometi rahulikuks, terviklikuks ja rahulolevaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nii tekib teie vahele kestev ning puhtal ja kõrgel sagedusel vibreeriv energiaväli. Ei illusioone, ei valu, ei konflikte ega midagi, mis pole &lt;em&gt;sina. &lt;/em&gt;Ei midagi, milles armastus vastu ei peaks. See on teie suhte jumaliku eesmärgi teostumine. Sellest saab teadvuse keeris, mis tõmbab endasse veel paljusid teisi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-890336950611626615?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/890336950611626615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/12/loobu-suhtest-iseendaga-valgustunud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/890336950611626615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/890336950611626615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/12/loobu-suhtest-iseendaga-valgustunud.html' title='Loobu suhtest iseendaga. Valgustunud suhted. Eckhart Tolle &quot;Siin ja praegu: kohaloleku jõud &quot; lk 157'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-118167717835144883</id><published>2009-12-02T09:30:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T10:50:05.085+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Only god can judge me.</title><content type='html'>Keep your love locked down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can live through anything if magic made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the secret cold,so that everybody else dont have to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant keep my cool, so I keep it true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We´re just havin time, where´s the finish line ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only God knows if i´ll be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´m not lovin you the way i want it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whom much is given much is tested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U can live through anythin if magic made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It´s so hard not to act reckeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres so much to give. But the time´s not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a bitch it depends how u dress her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the devil wears prada then Adam and Eve wear nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so paranoid ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worry bout the wrong things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont worry about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That dont kill me it only makes me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that God put you front of me and we´ll do anythin when the time´s right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I act a fool promise I go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let me keep it real. Let me keep my cool. I´ll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It´s all about the music . So keep the music cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Id live a thousand lives each one with you by my side, but yet we find our selves in less perfect circumstance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you try hard that´s when you die hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want you but need you.  I love you and hate you at the very same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bittersweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-118167717835144883?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/118167717835144883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/12/only-god-can-judge-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/118167717835144883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/118167717835144883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/12/only-god-can-judge-me.html' title='Only god can judge me.'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-6068093921861194921</id><published>2009-11-26T16:08:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T05:17:10.108+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szssv_jdikI/AAAAAAAAAIc/VhJYxy2xjTM/s1600-h/if+assion+drives+you,+let+reason+hold+the+reins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420975779496168002" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 117px; height: 190px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szssv_jdikI/AAAAAAAAAIc/VhJYxy2xjTM/s320/if+assion+drives+you,+let+reason+hold+the+reins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;apppi. this is killing me. kui me ühes ruumis viibime, siis võiks siin küünlaid süüdata, selline elekter. for real. temperatuur tõuseb nii kõrgele, et mu kõrvaotsadki on lillad. punased, keevpunased ja lillad. `&lt;br /&gt;mu sisemus tahab läbi rinnakorvi ja kõhu välja tulla, see pressib täiega. ja ma pressin tagasi vastu. iga rakk mu kehas ihkab ta järele. kui mu nahal oleksid käed siis oleksid need tema poole pikale vastavalt selles suunas kuhu ta kõnnib.&lt;br /&gt;mis see on ???? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see on niii maagiline tunne. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szss-qoeF-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/LZIW5qgvMG4/s1600-h/what+is+love..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420976031578068962" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 128px; height: 84px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szss-qoeF-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/LZIW5qgvMG4/s320/what+is+love..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma oma mõistusega üritan seda vältida, ümber suunata, ära lõigata.öelda endale, et seda ei ole olemas, see on mu illusioon, ettekujutus, fantaasiavili aga kui ta mu läheduses on 5 meetri raadiuses, siis ma tunnen seda ja kõik algab otsast peale. i call it: ,,thats when the stars come out to play the guitar for us "&lt;br /&gt;ma lihtsalt tunnen kuidas ma põlema süttin. kõik muu kaob. ma ei mäleta, mis ma tegin, mis ma teha tahtsin, kus ma oma mõtetega olin. ma lihtsalt säran. see tunne lihtsalt uleb käib must üle kas ma tahan või ei. and it feels disturbing but good. ma üritan mitte naeratada selle tunde piinlikust ajastusest. aga ma lihtsalt naeratan. ja ta seisab. ja räägib telefoniga mingeid täielikke tööasju. ja ma säran.ja siis ma raputan omaette pead, et no ei ole võimalik, et see tivolituur jälle peale algab. ja ma naeratan. ma saavutan mingid üleloomulikud säralained. ja&lt;br /&gt;ta räägib ja ma vaatan teda vilksamisi. ta huuli, ta nahka, ta juukseid. ja lausun seejärel ilma vähimagi süütunde, piinlikkustunde, häbitundeta- sul on nii seksikad huuled.&lt;br /&gt;ja ta läheb käima.&lt;br /&gt;silmnähtavalt oli see talle meeltmööda.&lt;br /&gt;ta isegi korraks ei oska reageerida ja ta regaeerib kontrollimatult ehk loomulikult punastades- meelitaja ! :D&lt;br /&gt;olgu mis on, aga nii see töötab. mitte kellegi teise lähedalolek ei muuda mind ja mu tundeid selliseks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis asi see on ?&lt;br /&gt;kas on see keemia ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-6068093921861194921?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/6068093921861194921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/11/apppi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/6068093921861194921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/6068093921861194921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/11/apppi.html' title=''/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szssv_jdikI/AAAAAAAAAIc/VhJYxy2xjTM/s72-c/if+assion+drives+you,+let+reason+hold+the+reins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-6922296708483903166</id><published>2009-11-24T09:35:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T10:00:13.014+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Boa Sorte</title><content type='html'>Leidsin uue loo. See lugu on nii hea, tõesti. Ma ahmin seda nagu õhku ja see täidab mind. See täidab mind täpselt 3 minutiks ja 51 sekundiks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selle õhkõrna lendleva õnnetunnet tekitava loo nimi on Boa Sorte .&lt;br /&gt;Portugali keeles good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olles täielikult lõdvestunud ja vabanenud muudest mõtetest lasen sellel lool mind viia päikeseloojangusele kaldale sooja, rahulikku ja mahedat briisi nautima.&lt;br /&gt;Ja seda kõike töölaua taga, 24. novembrilt keset vihmast sügistalvist päeva.&lt;br /&gt;Oot, ei. Just hakkas päike kumama. Ma ei näe, aga ma tunnen ta ligiolu mu pea kohal.&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zoYZ9cJyUqo&amp;NR=1&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;laulu sõnad( lugu ise on kakskeelne. nii portugalikeeles, kui ka inglise keeles) &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Now even if you hold yourself&lt;br /&gt;I want you to get cured&lt;br /&gt;From this person&lt;br /&gt;Who advises you&lt;br /&gt;There is a disconnection&lt;br /&gt;See through this point of view&lt;br /&gt;There are so many special&lt;br /&gt;People in the worldSo many special&lt;br /&gt;People in the worldIn the world&lt;br /&gt;All you want&lt;br /&gt;All you want&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que quer me dar /&lt;br /&gt;Everything you want to give meÉ demais /&lt;br /&gt;It's too muchÉ pesado /&lt;br /&gt;It's heavy&lt;br /&gt;Não há paz /&lt;br /&gt;There's no peace&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que quer de mim /&lt;br /&gt;All you want from me&lt;br /&gt;Irreais /&lt;br /&gt;Isn't real&lt;br /&gt;Expectativas /&lt;br /&gt;That expectations&lt;br /&gt;Desleais&lt;br /&gt;Now we're falling&lt;br /&gt;Falling, falling&lt;br /&gt;Falling into the night&lt;br /&gt;Into the night&lt;br /&gt;Falling, falling, falling&lt;br /&gt;Falling into the night&lt;br /&gt;Now we're falling&lt;br /&gt;Falling, falling&lt;br /&gt;Falling into the night&lt;br /&gt;Into the night&lt;br /&gt;Falling, falling, falling&lt;br /&gt;Falling into the night&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tausta natuke,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing cultures with Immigrant workers :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Adriano. I came to America in 1969. I worked for American Insulated Wire for 18 years. In 1987, one day I got into a huge accident. After the accident, I had to quit my work. From that point on, I started to make Black Cats in wood. I know that the black cat typically means ‘BAD LUCKLUCK’ in America. However, in my home country of Portugal, a Black Cat actually means ‘GOOD LUCKLUCK.’ Even though it is pure superstition, I would like to share this part of my culture. So, I am now saying to everyone ‘BOA SORTE!’ which means GOOD LUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa Sorte ! inimesed ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(¤)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zoYZ9cJyUqo&amp;NR=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-6922296708483903166?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/6922296708483903166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/11/boa-sorte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/6922296708483903166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/6922296708483903166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/11/boa-sorte.html' title='Boa Sorte'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-8142477741383075279</id><published>2009-11-18T22:33:00.017+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T10:20:29.553+02:00</updated><title type='text'>absoluteagency.com</title><content type='html'>Tegin omale 1.5 aastat tagasi lampi sõbranna järgi sinna konto, nii nagu inimesed ikka vahest teevad selliseid asju. konto tegin ära ja rohkem ei viitsinud sellega seal jamada. täna kui tahtsin sõbra saadetud naljakirja minna lugema sain teada,et ega ilma raha maksmata ju ühtegi sammu tänapäeval astuda ei saa :D maksin siis 25 eeku, et seal 5 päeva membershippi ownida ja aega leida, et kõik need kirjad läbi lugeda. KHMMM, mida kõike ma oma postkastist ei leidnud :D! ( meiliaadressid ja telefoninumbird on soditud)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Here we goooooooooo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESIMESE KIRJA TAGANT ILMUB NÄHTAVALE POISSMEES INDIAST .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 2009/07/25 15:25:49&lt;br /&gt;From: A_tpatel2000 India, Rājkot&lt;br /&gt;Subject: hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i belive in fuck and forget&lt;br /&gt;if u r of my type mail me or call me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405546644933254962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SwRcCKQNHzI/AAAAAAAAAE8/TcM9rgUBedo/s320/i+belive+in+fuck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;fuck and forget..HMM.. mis usk see veel selline on ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;NEXT !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIIT TULEB POISSMEES NUMBER 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Karlolof 2009-08-27 17:17:27 &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(kõik on seitsmega, seee vist tähendab midagi ! )&lt;/span&gt; Karl Olof - From Sweden&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;vanust on 44 aastat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am a kind, self-confident and honest man. I am also an analytical and educated man. How would you describe yourself? I am single and have no children. I live on an island called Lidingö and it is located just outside Stockholm. Lidingö is a quiet and beautiful suburb of Stockholm.&lt;br /&gt;The only place I have been to in Estonia is Tallinn. There have I been in the old town, I went to night clubs and visited fine restaurants. Tallinn is so close to Stockholm, so I am going there quite often.&lt;br /&gt;I have been dating on the Internet for tree month and I started because one of my neighbors did. I do not really know what goals I have because I do not know what kind of women you come in contact with on the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;You can mail me on karlgolof@bla.com&lt;br /&gt;Even my parents are divorced and my also my dad is dead. I have a sister and two brothers. What do you do when you do not write emails?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;( see juba nagu on midagi normaalsemat ja siis vaatan pildi ka üle )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SwReF0fLZaI/AAAAAAAAAFM/g-ypqYX4NqU/s1600/44+karl+oloff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405548906833208738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 302px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SwReF0fLZaI/AAAAAAAAAFM/g-ypqYX4NqU/s320/44+karl+oloff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SwTn8jS9rfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/HZ89MRouMsY/s1600/karlolof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405700480204385778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SwTn8jS9rfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/HZ89MRouMsY/s320/karlolof.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmnjah. 64 ehk?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;color:#33ff33;" &gt;NEXT !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;dear Syannu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my name mohammed alameri&lt;br /&gt;age:22 yars ( juba parem )&lt;br /&gt;from yemen&lt;br /&gt;jop :engenar arc&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;can you more fonding&lt;br /&gt;emil:sport_like@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;a href="mailto:sport_like@yahoo.com"&gt;sport_like@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like sending with you&lt;br /&gt;i can see you plise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SwRirYSljrI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZQFBGXC6Eds/s1600/nooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405553950145744562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 262px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SwRirYSljrI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZQFBGXC6Eds/s320/nooo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I LOVE YOU " ? failed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;next..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;siin üks tuim tükk,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;From: Thaeer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Subject: to my sexy queen and sexy magic ( number 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi my red rose&lt;br /&gt;At first I would like to tell you that I like your magic eyes and your &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;sexy magic&lt;/span&gt; and your golden hair.&lt;br /&gt;Really I am very glad and very lucky to see your photo&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO TELL YOU ONE FACT&lt;br /&gt;When I saw your photo I stood from my place to respect your magic&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;the sun rises from your magic face&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;the culture will be break on your sweet breast, and the sea runs through your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But an important thing I think that &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;the life will be start from your lips and the hot and sexy relation will be fire across your body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my dear Syannu&lt;br /&gt;I want now to tell you more thing about me&lt;br /&gt;I am Thaeer, civil and environmental engineer, I was born in 28/1/1973&lt;br /&gt;IN 2003 I was studied in American company in Saudi Arabia all thing about water treatment plants for drinking water(desalination plants)&lt;br /&gt;and now I work in this side&lt;br /&gt;I like reading and &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;writing the poetry&lt;/span&gt; but in Arabic( i will kill you ? and I like sports&lt;br /&gt;And I like my work so much&lt;br /&gt;I visited through my work Sharem Sheikh, Dubai ,Saudi Arabia, Lebanon&lt;br /&gt;And through next time I will visit Greece and Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;I fond very much with your &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;especial smile, golden hair, sweet honey lips, magic eyes, sexy hottest body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You have especial kind of &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;sexy magic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my favorite Syannu for the photo&lt;br /&gt;But I would like more and more &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;sexy and very hot&lt;/span&gt; photos&lt;br /&gt;I am very fond with you&lt;br /&gt;My kisses to you and &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;to your sweet honey lips and to all your magic body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My email : &lt;a href="mailto:thaian@hotmail.com"&gt;thaian@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eng. Thaeer&lt;br /&gt;note: if you want to continue please sent to me your email to sent my photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SwRmVd0ZeeI/AAAAAAAAAFc/KAGkiDLOt1Q/s1600/hhh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405557971719125474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 209px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SwRmVd0ZeeI/AAAAAAAAAFc/KAGkiDLOt1Q/s320/hhh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahjuks ma juba tunnen, kuidas mul mingi üledoos tekkis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ja see siin all on lihtsalt niiii muheda olemisega vunts ! :) :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SwRm6o-XaSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zt6dHOWCAvE/s1600/mmm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405558610368882978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 314px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SwRm6o-XaSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zt6dHOWCAvE/s320/mmm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nüüd natuke "andekaid" ilma pildita katsetajaid..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ciao!!! how are you?? Please send me directly yr msg dtls on my email-:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;rapaisA@excite.it, if you are agreed, pls send me yr fotos too,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;kisses Angelo.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;no ciao! and kisses with me Angelo, and u want me! to send u! photos?! :D hasta luego ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;soovin sinuga tutvuda... oled armas ja nunnu ka..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;( kuhu jääb tere, loodan vastusele, kuidas läheb stiilis stuff )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;you came like a ray of sun shine. [ (a) päris armsalt öeldud :P]&lt;br /&gt;i am not trying to flatter you buy facts: i havent seen any profile as strong as you.[(A ) keep it going :D]&lt;br /&gt;my god how sportive you are. i cant just imagine and cant stop praising you . you got very intelligent ,honest,v attractive message.i just feel lucky to see ur profile.you are jack of all trades. let me hold some more praises for next time and really looking forward to have you as my friend. i noted ur e-mail id. take mine &lt;a href="mailto:mk_mnthena@yahoo.com"&gt;mk_mnthena@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt; pleasure to meet you. i request you to remember me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;love them india boys !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;["no wonder", et eesti naised jalga tõstavad sinna soojamaapoiste poole. pool aastat sellist masseerimist ja opppa! oledki indias 15 lapse ema :D ]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuid siiski,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;PALUN JÄRGMISEL SISENEDA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pealkiri: Tere Kallis [ohhoo, eesti keel]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many friends worldwide. I like having many friends and communicating with them. That is why I am in this dating site. Those friends come and visit me and stay with me. I am a very good houseowner.... I treat my guests well. Let me tell shortly what my purpose is: I want to have some new friends; either you or somebody else. I will try to become friends with you. By the time, if you and me decide that we know each other well, if we trust each other, and if we think that we will have fun together, then &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I will invite you to istanbul&lt;/span&gt;. So, if it is now not out of possibility that you have a vacation in &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Turkey&lt;/span&gt;, let's continue communicating. Otherwise, no need to waste both your and my time. I don't mean you should come to me tomorrow without knowing anything about me. If you like the idea, let's begin e-mailing each other and do our best to know more about each other. &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;In short, my place, my friends and finally me, everything is safe. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dont you just love them turkish boys ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;next..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;вы мне понравились даваите общатьсяwriten in russian understand in english.i like you.you are very wonderful&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;next,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;hey how you doing where is estonia at &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SwTx0ZUUgZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/WMLDTav36wg/s1600/texas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405711335203045778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SwTx0ZUUgZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/WMLDTav36wg/s320/texas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;tüüp ise tundub olevat rahvuselt türklane from United States, Texas, Houston&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geograafia lehekülg googlist lahti ! aga ma parem ei ütle, kus eesti on. muidu tuleb siia veel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NEXT..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;..ja kui lootus on juba suremas, saan tõestust, et maailmas ikka vahest leidub midagi, mis teistest teistmoodi helgib.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;you came like a ray of un shine. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;( awwwwwwwww(A) &lt;/span&gt;i am not trying to flatter you buy facts:&lt;br /&gt;i havent seen any profile as strong as you.my god how sportive you are. i cant just imagine and cant stop praising you .&lt;br /&gt;you got very intelligent ,honest,v attractive message.i just feel lucky to see ur profile. you are jack of all trades.&lt;br /&gt;let me hold some more praises for next time and really looking forward to have you as my friend. i noted ur e-mail id. take mine mk_manthena@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;pleasure to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;i request you to remember me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Päris nunnu kiri mulle .indiast.&lt;br /&gt;Peaks indiasse minema vaatama.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;järgmine on nagu väljavõte youtube.com- st&lt;br /&gt;Nail Salon - Anjelah Johnson - Comedy Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SsWrY77o77o"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SsWrY77o77o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pealkiri: darling, you're so pretty, may i be your boyfriend?, jascsierra@hotmail.com, kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;you like short or long nails ?- short.&lt;br /&gt;thats why you dont have a boyyyfriend !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pilte teistest hurmuritest: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SwT9wIaVtCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/g1bPB37ydBY/s1600/french.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405724456084943906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SwT9wIaVtCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/g1bPB37ydBY/s320/french.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SwT9wZ1p1KI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wWbvKAD3TeU/s1600/milaan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405724460762911906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SwT9wZ1p1KI/AAAAAAAAAGM/wWbvKAD3TeU/s320/milaan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mõned abieluettepanekud,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SwRw0EvcoKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/CA-EGZcFR6I/s1600/austin.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lizanias, male, single, professional, too healthy, life and nature lover, willing to marry you: fiifj@yahoo.com, &lt;a href="mailto:unprincipio@hotmail.com"&gt;unprincipio@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;53 aastane,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Dear Beloved, GOD Bless Praise the LORD Pray your fine and at best of everything Stand still with the love of the LORD Almighty GOD The LORD Almighty GOD is so Gracious to all who believed in HIS Holy and Mighty Name HE will never leave you nor forsake you Thanks and praise the LORD Almighty GOD for HIS Great love Well My name is . . . . Alfonso M Amio Seeking for someone to love and to marry 52 y/o 168 cm in height 150 lbs in weight Filipino Widower I'm living with my two kids My elder is a boy, 22 y/o, graduate of HRM My younger is a girl, 16 y/o, 1st year college My regular schedule is only from home to work and attending the service for the LORD Almighty GOD I'm watching Gospel movies but sometimes comedy action I have no time for sports but I have time reading the Holy Bible I and my kids are Born Again Christian We are 13 Brothers and Sisters Both my parents pass away We came from very poor family But The Grace of the LORD Almighty GOD is so abundant That poverty is not a hindrance to success Even though I experience Living along with the street boys Sometimes without food and shelter Life goes through I earn my living at the garbage way Garbage collector and shine boy at first Followed shoe and watch repair Up to become technician, and electrician I work at the day time and study during the night Through the Grace of the LORD Almighty GOD I completed BSEE, BSME and MSEE you are interested to love and marry me, You can prove me as your faithful lover forever My love will serve you for life Please contact me through my email address . . . . &lt;a href="mailto:jil_psms23@yahoo.com"&gt;jil_psms23@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt; Kindly send your pictures Take care AA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tühikargajaid,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tema tervituslause on:&lt;br /&gt;otsin naist kes peab lugu heast sexist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tere hommikut. Mis Sa arvad kui võtaks kätte ja teeks lähemalt tutvust? Kui ikka oled vaba ja vallatu ning kõik sobib? kui sobib siis võiksid ju kõllata mulle numbrile 5*********0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;umbkeelseid,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hola amiga, me presentare en primer lugar, mi nombre es Franz Luis, tengo 35 años, soy ingeniero agronomo, soy muy alto, cariñoso, muy alegre, sencillo, humilde, cuidate mucho y espero ser tu amigo, te deseo lo mejor en tu vida, bye besos y mi correo es &lt;a href="mailto:franzluis_231173@hotmail.com"&gt;franzluis_231173@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me gustas mucho mi correo electronico es &lt;a href="mailto:luis_barreto_pezo@hotmail.com"&gt;luis_barreto_pezo@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ja muud,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hi babe you look fantastic and must be a very sexy woman. I will dream of tonguing your pussy until you cream........pure pleasure for you and me. If you are interested in taking this further contact me at sparky_6969xx@yahoo.com with pictures to remind me of how wonderful you are. Who knows where this might lead. Your Sparky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST HAD ENOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kus delete account nupp on !:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-8142477741383075279?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/8142477741383075279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/11/absoluteagencycom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/8142477741383075279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/8142477741383075279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/11/absoluteagencycom.html' title='absoluteagency.com'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SwRcCKQNHzI/AAAAAAAAAE8/TcM9rgUBedo/s72-c/i+belive+in+fuck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-8471955187017302695</id><published>2009-11-18T11:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T11:08:14.393+02:00</updated><title type='text'>LA ROUX</title><content type='html'>IM NOT YOUR TOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, love is like a stubborn youth&lt;br /&gt;That you'd rather just deny&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking on a broken roof&lt;br /&gt;While I'm looking at the sky&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It's all false love and affection&lt;br /&gt;You don't want me&lt;br /&gt;You just like the attention&lt;br /&gt;Yes it's all false love and affection&lt;br /&gt;You don't like me&lt;br /&gt;You just want the attention&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm not your toy&lt;br /&gt;This isn't another girl meets boy &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Love, love hides in a smoky light&lt;br /&gt;And I can never find the truth&lt;br /&gt;Boy, your touches leave me mystified&lt;br /&gt;And I wish I could believe in you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yes it's all false love and affection&lt;br /&gt;You don't want me&lt;br /&gt;You just like the attention&lt;br /&gt;Yes it's all false love and affection&lt;br /&gt;You don't like me&lt;br /&gt;You just want the attention&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It's all false love and affection&lt;br /&gt;You don't want me&lt;br /&gt;You just like the attention&lt;br /&gt;Yes it's all false love and affection&lt;br /&gt;You don't like me&lt;br /&gt;You just want the attention&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm not your toy&lt;br /&gt;This isn't another girl meets boy !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-8471955187017302695?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/8471955187017302695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/11/la-roux.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/8471955187017302695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/8471955187017302695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/11/la-roux.html' title='LA ROUX'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-2681668894491014074</id><published>2009-11-13T13:59:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T16:42:50.307+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Kõik Ainult Vinguvad, Aga Keegi Ei Tee Midagi"</title><content type='html'>tänane päev möödus siis R2 otseeetris moraaliparandaja rollis ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otsesaated on järelkuulatavad( 28 päeva) ja saateks oli siis 11.11.09 kuupäeval eetris olnud saade "Kõik Ainult Vinguvad, Aga Keegi Ei Tee Midagi" ( alates 40 minutist kogu teemaarendus, minu sisenemine 57 minutist vms)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teema oli hea, miks ma sellest osa üldse alguses võtsin. Teemaks, siis kuidas hoida truudust, kuidas hoida suhet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Üks( 1 ! ) mees oli enam vähem mõistusega asja juures, see oli abielludes kohe oma naisele öelnud, et peta palju tahad. Ja siis oli tulnud pöördvõrdelisus mängu ja naine ei olevatki siiani petnud.Omamoodi oli õige lahendus. aa ja üks oli veel , kes ka mõtles minuga sarnaselt neis asjus, et kui on füüsiline tõmme, siis on füüsiline jnejne. &lt;br /&gt;Eks ta ole, et keelatud vili ole magusam. Ja nii ongi. Seega tuleb kaardid lauale jagada, et kinnitada pühendumine üksteisele, muuta keelatud marjad lubatuks, mis seejärel uuesti maitse kaotavad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ülejäänud avaldasid seal arvamust, et varjamine ja eitus ja valetamine ning selline stuff on ainuõige võimalik. wtf nagu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siis tekkis küll tunne, et kus kuradi idiootide keskel me elame?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ka saatejuhid Erik Moora ja Mart Normet olid üsna meeleheitel inimeste arusaamadest suhtest ja sellega seonduvatest väärtushinnangutest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Võtsin siis kätte ja helistasin ka saatesse, Maris veel võttis mu teisele telefonile, sest tahtjaid oli vist palju. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ühesnaga sattusin õigel ajal õigesse kohta. Nimelt mina olin sisse õnnistatud viimase arvamusavaldajana, naisena ja moraalilugejana. ( haha )) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minu arvamus oli siis selline, et põhiline suhtes on AUSUS. Kui ikka on üksteist valitud eluteele kõrvale, siis loodetavasti ikkagi vaimsete väärtuste alusel. Elu jooksul ikka tekib füüsilisi tõmbeid siia -sinna. Need on kõik pealiskaudsed ja FÜÜSILISED. Kui see füüsiline tõmme ei kao teatud kannatatava aja jooksul, siis tuleks oma kaasaga aus olla ja öeldagi nii. Ja siis vastavalt omavahelisele AUSTUSELE ja AUSUSELE tuleks mõelda lahendus asjale. Kas siis selle füüsilise tõmbe kõrvaldamine selle rahuldamise läbi või mõni muu variant. Selline ausus suhtes ainult lähendab inimesi ja lõpptulemus on see, et ei tahetagi absoluutselt teisi, sest need on lihtsalt mingid teised inimesed, vöörad inimesed, tähtsusetud inimesed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Võibolla rääkisin ka midagi muud, ma täpselt ei mäleta. Ma igakord satun mingisse paanika sarnasesse seisundisse- hea oli, et üldse sõnad suust välja sain.. sellepärast palusin ka küsimust korrata, et mul see prauhti välja tuleks:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ühesnaga nad tembeldasid mind seal kuldsete sõnade lausujaks ja arvesse võetavaks tulevatele põlvedele )))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mina olengi futurama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vägev.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-2681668894491014074?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/2681668894491014074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/11/koik-ainult-vinguvad-aga-keegi-ei-tee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/2681668894491014074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/2681668894491014074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/11/koik-ainult-vinguvad-aga-keegi-ei-tee.html' title='&quot;Kõik Ainult Vinguvad, Aga Keegi Ei Tee Midagi&quot;'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-1083113017881574877</id><published>2009-11-12T12:33:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T12:38:50.084+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SvvlqdMC5KI/AAAAAAAAAEs/KxoVcHdMFFc/s1600-h/good.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SvvlqdMC5KI/AAAAAAAAAEs/KxoVcHdMFFc/s320/good.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403164695513457826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Work it harder, make it better)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N-n-now that that don't kill me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Do it faster, makes us stronger)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can only make me stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(More than ever ever after)&lt;/em&gt;I need you to hurry up now&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Our work is never over)&lt;/em&gt;?Cause I can't wait much longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Work it harder, make it better)&lt;/em&gt;I know I got to be right now(&lt;em&gt;Do it faster, makes us stronger)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can´t get much wronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(More than ever ever after)&lt;/em&gt;Man I?ve been waitin' all night now&lt;br /&gt;(Our work is never over)&lt;br /&gt;That's how long I?ve been on ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work it harder, make it better&lt;br /&gt;Do it faster, makes us stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I need you right now)&lt;/em&gt;More than ever ever after&lt;br /&gt;Our work is&lt;br /&gt;(I need you right now)&lt;br /&gt;(Me likey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you got a man or not&lt;br /&gt;If you made plans or not&lt;br /&gt;If God put me in ya plans or not&lt;br /&gt;I'm trippin', this drink got me sayin' a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know that God put you in front of me&lt;br /&gt;So how the hell could you front on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a thousand you's, there's only one of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm trippin' I'm caught up in the moment, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-1083113017881574877?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/1083113017881574877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/11/work-it-harder-make-it-better-n-n-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/1083113017881574877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/1083113017881574877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/11/work-it-harder-make-it-better-n-n-now.html' title=''/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SvvlqdMC5KI/AAAAAAAAAEs/KxoVcHdMFFc/s72-c/good.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-7004969671817610008</id><published>2009-11-12T11:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T11:58:40.815+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SvvcSpQJf2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/dRT1tLtOys8/s1600-h/Dali+Meditative+Rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SvvcSpQJf2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/dRT1tLtOys8/s320/Dali+Meditative+Rose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403154390830382946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me piiname ennast mõttega, et me oleme ainult indiviidid, üksinda oma hirmude ja puuduste ja meelepaha ja surelikkusega. Arvame ekslikult, et väike piiratud ego ongi kõik, mis me oleme. Me pole lihtsalt ära tundnud oma sügavamat jumalikku alget. Me ei suuda mõista, et sügaval iga inimese sisimas peitub Kõrgem Mina, kes on täiuslikult tasakaalus.Kõrgem Mina on indiviidi tegelik olemus, ta on universaalne ja jumalik. Ja enne selle tõe tunnetamist elad sa hingelise ummiku seisundis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-7004969671817610008?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/7004969671817610008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/11/me-piiname-ennast-mottega-et-me-oleme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/7004969671817610008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/7004969671817610008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/11/me-piiname-ennast-mottega-et-me-oleme.html' title=''/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SvvcSpQJf2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/dRT1tLtOys8/s72-c/Dali+Meditative+Rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-1429867979480521483</id><published>2009-11-12T11:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T11:57:14.927+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Svvb9l2i3vI/AAAAAAAAAEc/eerTKVFz5xY/s1600-h/cameron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Svvb9l2i3vI/AAAAAAAAAEc/eerTKVFz5xY/s320/cameron.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403154029140434674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream I can buy my way to heaven&lt;br /&gt;When I awoke, I spent that on a necklace.&lt;br /&gt;I told God I'd be back in a second,&lt;br /&gt;Man it's so hard not to act reckless.&lt;br /&gt;To whom much is given much is tested.&lt;br /&gt;Get arrested, guess until, they get the message.&lt;br /&gt;I feel the pressure, under more scrutiny,&lt;br /&gt;and what I do? Act more stupidly.&lt;br /&gt;bought more jewelry, more Louis V, my momma couldn't get through to me.&lt;br /&gt;The drama, people suing me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm on T.V. talking like it's just you and me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying how I feel man,&lt;br /&gt;I ain't one of the Cosby's I ain't go to Hill man&lt;br /&gt;I guess the money should've changed him,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should've forgot where I came from.&lt;br /&gt;La, la, la, la wait till I get my money right&lt;br /&gt;la, la, la, la then you cant tell me nothing right&lt;br /&gt;Excuse Me, is you saying something?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing&lt;br /&gt;(Ha ha) you can't tell me nothing&lt;br /&gt;Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let up the suicide doors.&lt;br /&gt;This is my life homey, you decide yours.&lt;br /&gt;I know that Jesus died for us,&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't tell you who decide wars.&lt;br /&gt;So I parallel double parked that motherfucker sideways&lt;br /&gt;Old folks talking about back in my day&lt;br /&gt;But homey this is my day.&lt;br /&gt;Class started 2 hours ago, oh am I late?&lt;br /&gt;You know I already graduated&lt;br /&gt;And you can live through anything if magic made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say I talk with so much emphasis,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, they're so sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever fix your lips like collagen&lt;br /&gt;Say something were you gone end up apologising.&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if it's a problem man,&lt;br /&gt;Alright man, holla then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the champagne splash, let that man get cash,&lt;br /&gt;Let that man get past.&lt;br /&gt;You don't need a stop to get gas,&lt;br /&gt;If he can move through the rumors, he can drive off the fumes cause&lt;br /&gt;How he move in a room full of no's?&lt;br /&gt;How he stay faithful in a room full of h**s?&lt;br /&gt;Must be the pharaohs, he in tune with his soul,&lt;br /&gt;So when he buried in a tomb full of gold.&lt;br /&gt;Treasure. What's you pleasure?&lt;br /&gt;Life is a, uh, depending how you dress her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So if the devil wear Prada,&lt;br /&gt;Adam Eve wear Nada,&lt;br /&gt;I'm in between, but way more fresher.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;With way less effort,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;'cause when you try hard,&lt;br /&gt;That's when you die hard.&lt;/strong&gt;Ya homies looking like "Why God?"&lt;br /&gt;When they reminisce over you, my god.&lt;br /&gt;La, la, la, la wait till I get my money right&lt;br /&gt;la, la, la, la then you cant tell me nothing right&lt;br /&gt;Excuse Me, is you saying something?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing&lt;br /&gt;(Ha ha) you can't tell me nothing&lt;br /&gt;Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let up the suicide doors.&lt;br /&gt;This is my life homey, you decide yours.&lt;br /&gt;I know that Jesus died for us,&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't tell you who decide wars.&lt;br /&gt;So I parallel double parked that motherfucker sideways&lt;br /&gt;Old folks talking about back in my day&lt;br /&gt;But homey this is my day.&lt;br /&gt;Class started 2 hours ago, oh am I late?&lt;br /&gt;You know I already graduated&lt;br /&gt;And you can live through anything if magic made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say I talk with so much emphasis,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, they're so sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever fix your lips like collagen&lt;br /&gt;Say something were you gone end up apologising.&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if it's a problem man,&lt;br /&gt;Alright man, holla then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the champagne splash, let that man get cash,&lt;br /&gt;Let that man get past.&lt;br /&gt;You don't need a stop to get gas,&lt;br /&gt;If he can move through the rumors, he can drive off the fumes cause&lt;br /&gt;How he move in a room full of no's?&lt;br /&gt;How he stay faithful in a room full of h**s?&lt;br /&gt;Must be the pharaohs, he in tune with his soul,&lt;br /&gt;So when he buried in a tomb full of gold.&lt;br /&gt;Treasure. What's you pleasure?&lt;br /&gt;Life is a, uh, depending how you dress her.&lt;br /&gt;So if the devil wear Prada,&lt;br /&gt;Adam Eve wear Nada,&lt;br /&gt;I'm in between, but way more fresher.&lt;br /&gt;With way less effort, 'cause when you try hard,&lt;br /&gt;That's when you die hard.&lt;br /&gt;Ya homies looking like "Why God?"&lt;br /&gt;When they reminisce over you, my god.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-1429867979480521483?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/1429867979480521483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-had-dream-i-can-buy-my-way-to-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/1429867979480521483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/1429867979480521483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-had-dream-i-can-buy-my-way-to-heaven.html' title=''/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Svvb9l2i3vI/AAAAAAAAAEc/eerTKVFz5xY/s72-c/cameron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-4827224426564042572</id><published>2009-11-11T11:41:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T11:41:34.091+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A smart man perceived as stupid, his failures are expected, but his successes are considered triumphs. A smart man perceived as smart, his successes are expected, and his failures are disappointments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-4827224426564042572?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/4827224426564042572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/11/smart-man-perceived-as-stupid-his.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/4827224426564042572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/4827224426564042572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/11/smart-man-perceived-as-stupid-his.html' title=''/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-5172396131756695218</id><published>2009-11-10T21:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T21:10:09.256+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meeste terviseks, kellel me olemas oleme;&lt;br /&gt;luuserite terviseks, kellel on olnud võimalus meiega olla ja õnnelike&lt;br /&gt;jobude terviseks, kellele me anname võimaluse endaga kohtuda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tänase päeva lõppsõna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-5172396131756695218?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/5172396131756695218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/11/meeste-terviseks-kellel-me-olemas-oleme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/5172396131756695218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/5172396131756695218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/11/meeste-terviseks-kellel-me-olemas-oleme.html' title=''/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-2243550940782705424</id><published>2009-11-10T10:33:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T11:34:03.731+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eile lendasime agnesega 20.36 järve A&amp;G sisse. Kaks müüjat, kes seal oli.. need olid juhuslikult mu endised kooliõed/ tibid. Olid just vist koristamisega ühelepoole saanud, et tööpäeva otsad kokku tõmmata. Kuni meie saabusime.&lt;br /&gt;Keerasime terve poe naistepoole suht tagurpidi, kuna agnesel oli shoppamise tuju. Shoppasime talle ühe püssi lilla moeka kleidi, millega varsti kluppi lammuatam läheme. hahaa. Ma sain ka omale midagi, aga mitte ag-st ...vaid täitsa selveri teiselt korruselt. Sain omale ülisigavinge mütsi. ma jumaldan mütse, käekotte ja jalaõusid. Nagu iga teine naine. Muidugi nii vägev mütsi kollektsioon mul kahjuks pole nagu Agnesel, aga ma olen oma 10 mütsiga väga rahul. Eile sain täiendada ridu ühe siukse läki-läki stiilis mütsiga. karvakõrvad ja väikene nokk. valget värvi. täiega glämm. Ma juba ootan mõnusat talveilma, mis on parajalt soe ja päikesepaisteline, et see omale pähe pista. Ma olen sellega hothothot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja täna hommikune värk oli päris äge . st eile siis läksin magama, mingi 23.30 ringis. ja mõtlesin, et lähen hommikul 5.30 enne tööle minekut jooksma... uni oli suhteliselt erk. ja ärkasin mingi 3.59 ülesse, selleprst, et olin juba pikka aega mõelnud, et raudselt olen kella maha maganud vms. ühesnaga, olin juba liigagi ärkvel. otsustasin siis jooksma minna. läksingi. 4.45 alustasin ja 5.10 lõpetasin. 25minti. pluss 10 minutit venitusi otsa sinna. Väga mõnus algus päevale. Veits tibutas vihma, mis oligi täpselt nagu tellitud värskenduseks. &lt;br /&gt;Mõnna-mõnna-mõnna.&lt;br /&gt;Hakkangi nüüd hommikuti jooksmas käima. See õhtune ongi natuke liiga väsitav, kui juba energia ka suht otsakorral on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-2243550940782705424?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/2243550940782705424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/11/eile-lendasime-agnesega-20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/2243550940782705424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/2243550940782705424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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olin arvestanud, et hilinen kuskil 20 minti ja bussi olud varem lahenesid, oli mu hilinemise vahele tekkinud vaba 5 minutit. läksin siis poest läbi ja võtsin ühe suitsukana sändvitsi( viimane söök oli umbes kell 1 päeval supi näol..nüüd oli 6htusöögiaeg:D) ja cappy ja muraka väikse topsijogurti. võipu panin esimese 10 sammuga nahka ja ülejäänud tee koputasin omale jogurtit sisse. niii hea oli. jõudsin siis roberti maja värava ette, kui yks auto ka samal ajal sinna maandus. nimelt oli tegu pereisaga, kellega oli mul siis au esimest korda kohtuda. väga meeldiv oli. jõudes tuppa, väheke valgematesse oludesse, oli uksele tulnud teinegi uudistaja.. ikkagi uus õps peres ja värki, eksole. arusaadav,et inimestel tekib huvi näha ja värki. juhuslikult oli selleks inimeseks üks suht arvestatav noor kutt. ma seal siis kohmitsesin oma jopet ja saapaid ära jalast shaallalalaa, suht mark ikka. ja siis olen seal ja vaatan, et kõik nats imelikult vaatavad. kutt tõmbas päris ruttu kuskile ülesse ära. ma et mm,whatever. lähen siis ülesse kuti järel roberti tuppa ja trepist yles jõudes viskasin pilgu aknaklaasile, et vaadata ala kas sonks püsti peas pole vms.. ja no hüppa ojja, MUL OLI JOGURT NINA PEAL.  jei. keegi ei ytle ka midagi:D  pühkisin käpelt ära ja põgenesin sõna otseses müttes robi tuppa ära. naersime tükk aega. valus FAIL :D  jogurtininast tsikkkoduõpetaja (Y) :D ( kusjuures kutile oli raudselt öeldud, et ala mingi suht okei tüdruk vms, sest eelmine kord kui ema ja robert olid, siis ma olin suht arvestatav mann. täna ma isegi ei oodanud mingit meespere vastuvõttu. ) alati on nii, et kui jumala ok kõik on siis on kõik tavaline no action ja kui mingi bad hair day või jogurt nina peal või need mõlemad yheskoos, siis on mingi eriline värk lahti kohe :D &lt;br /&gt;kusjuures kui ma ei eksi, siis juhtumisi oli see kutt mu orksi listis ja mingi hiljuti hakkasime seal vaidlema selle üle, mis peaga mees mõtleb . vaatasin järgi, vist oli sama nägu, mis sealt trepist ullu itsiga üles pani. esimene meet oli parim võimalik .mai tea üldse miks ta mul orksis on, ma ei tunne teda absull. a vb otsisin manfred karli ja siis lisasin ise kogemata vale karli vms. mai tea. igatahes seal ta mul kontvöörana oli ja vöörastega on hea paukuda ju mingitel lambi teemadel. ja siis lampi on see sama kutt nagu mu väikse buddy vanem vend hetkel, kui mul on jogurt näos ?! oi mai või.&lt;br /&gt;FAILFAILFAIL :D &lt;br /&gt;tänane on ikka normaalne old jälle.&lt;br /&gt;ma nüüd joon oma Zlatopramenit aastast 1642, mis viru alt poest ostsin tookord.&lt;br /&gt;(hahahaha JOGURT keset NINA.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-3472105319842841480?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/3472105319842841480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-6679217023916878371</id><published>2009-11-05T12:32:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T13:07:45.003+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>holy mother of god. &lt;br /&gt;olen töödanud aasta ja kolm kuud ametipostil ja sain TÄNA 1,3 kuud hiljem teada, et nendel inimestel kellega ma koos töötan..neil on olnud imepärane võimalus olla mu eluga otseühenduses tervelt 300 päeva järjest enam vähem. kokku siis 15 kuud. 20 tööpäeva kuus.korrutada 15kuuga. korrutada 8 tunniga tööpäevas. 2400 tundi. ma hakkan karjuma kohe.  täiesti normaalsel toonil kõnelemine on ilusti,puhtalt ja selgelt kosta kõrvalkabineti avarustesse. holy, mother, of, god. kui tuletada aega tagasi ja neid jutuajamisi, mis siin oma eratelefoni kui ka ametitelefoniga pidanud olen.. lubage minestada. ja mitte keegi ei teinud teist nägugi. holy, mother, of god. rohkem ei lisa midagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-6679217023916878371?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/6679217023916878371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/11/holy-mother-of-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/6679217023916878371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/6679217023916878371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/11/holy-mother-of-god.html' title=''/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-3578822642356933470</id><published>2009-11-05T09:08:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T09:52:04.730+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>väga head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay Z ja Alicia Keys- Empire state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;Margaret MSMS ( music saved my soul )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BiryjGi6wZQ&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8RbB89rHPcY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-6211872639838614183</id><published>2009-11-04T22:05:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T09:44:52.318+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ma ei saa. Täna on ikka liiiiiiiiiga freaky päev. imelikkude juhtumite skaalal, mis sellest nädalast minu jaoks olemas on, annaks tänasele päevale 7 punni.&lt;br /&gt;Hommik.&lt;br /&gt;äratus 5.59.&lt;br /&gt;luuk lahti, kell edasi 4 minti, luuk kinni.&lt;br /&gt;unenägu- lasteaiakaaslane/klassivend/ inimene-kellega-pole-kontaktis-olnud-mingi15 aastat NAERATAB ja Ütleb MULLE MINU UNENÄOS- ou kuule! ja müksab. seejärel lükkan ehmatusega luugid lahti ja vaatan kella. kell on 6.46. FAKKKKK ! autojuhtmusirullANNELi on keskeltläbi bussikas 7.00-7.10. ehk siis, mul aega orienteeruvalt 16-26 minti, et kogu mu hommikune rituaaltalitus läbi viia superkiirusel, suuremas mahus kui seda tavaliselt teen, sest olin planeerinud rahulikku hommikut, et mõnuga veel dussi võtta jne jne.. hell with that ! :D&lt;br /&gt;täie lennuga dussi alla, täie lennuga riidesse, täiega pead föönitama, täiega mingi normaalne feiss ette, plusss söök kaasa, siis pudrupakikese näol, pluss hommikune roheline tee.&lt;br /&gt;ja telefon. heiko hellas, et nad veel lähevad tankima ka. mul väike jess vä !&lt;br /&gt;ok, jõuan siis tööle värki-särki. päev suht okei, isegi suht positiivses võtmes, aga sellest praega ei räägi. siiiiis raamatukokku. käisin esimest korda keskraamatukogus, seal inglise kolledzi juures. vähe äge koht ju. läksin kevinile mingit lasteraamatut lendavate taldrikute kohta võtma siis mõtsin, et kui juba seal olen viskan pilgu sellele kohale peale.. käisin ära vanade raamatute rõdul,, seal lõhnas ägedalt.. nagu vanas keldris hehe.uudistasin seal veits aega.. mait metsanurgal oli täis saanud mingi 130 aastapäev, siis tema igasugused novellid ja asjad olid sinna lauale mingi valvava tädikese pilgu alla laiali jaotatud ja värki.. cool.&lt;br /&gt;raamatukoguskäik lõppes siis sellega, et laenutasin omale ühe raamatu,(lisaks kevini lasteraamatule) kuhu on kokku kogutud kuulsate ala vürstide, teadlaste ja muude selliste tegelaste salajased ja mitte nii salajased armastuskirjad. ohh seda minu armastuse värki ! ok. läksin siis kevvu juurde shalallaaa. nii. tund läbi, minek linna. &lt;br /&gt;Viimasel ajal olen hakanud eelistama kõndimist. ja palju kõndimist. esmaspäeval kõndisin näiteks jala lampi lasnamäelt mööda koortit ja narva mnt-d alla lauluväljaku mäest linna välja. sego. aga ni hea oli. sain laulda omaette ja niisama mõnusalt oma 12 tunnisele tööpäevale yhe tunni koormust otsa panna. pluss loomingulisele poolele natuke toitu anda. fakk, ma lähen oma jutuga juba sajanditagustesse asjadesse. jutt oli tänasest ! :D &lt;br /&gt;nii, ok. jõuan siis linna. aega 20 minti 116-ni. lähen viru toidukasse ühe õlle jahile. aga möödudes krõpsuletist, fläshis mulle see mushroomi lays, mida karu juures reedel mekkisin ja damet, see oli tõesti päris hea. ok. savi, vahest võib lubada omale junki. pakk kaenlasse ja jaht õllevagude vahele jätkub. seekord võtsin tsehhi õlle. piretiga saunas käisime eelmine kolmapäev, siis ostsin esimeseks testiks, ja päris hea oli ikka. aastast 1692 vms. pikk ajalugu-hea maitse.pluss ostsin väikese 0.33 le coq´i premiumi. (A)&lt;br /&gt;läksin siis bussikasse.&lt;br /&gt;aega tsirka 9 minutit. ja no, käi metsa, siuksed neelud. oligi nii, et sain üsna suure patuga ..etiketi patuga hakkama. süümekad olid, aga neelud olid suuremad. ma avasin 0.33-se le coq´i. natuke eemal põhibussikast aga no ikkagi :D pluss need mushroomi lays´id. valus vaatepilt oleks old ikka mõnele õppejõule ( hhaaaa )Mina seal oma karvaläki-läkiga. lahtine õll ja tsipsipakk. mugavalt andsin kuuma. kui muidu on nii , et ootad bussi pikisilmi, et milla juba tuleb, siis sel hetkel lootsin, et buss varem ei tuleks, et ma oma õlli ja tsipsiga ühelepoole saaks, sest nii palju südant ma kõvaks ei suuda teha, et bussis nende järamist jätkaks. mulle endale ka ei meeldi, kui mingi tegelane oma krõpsude või õllega ühistranspordis haisutab. eriti veel, kui üritan dieeti pidada ja õhtuti mitte süüa. näiteks.&lt;br /&gt;nii, ok. buss tuli. viskasin jäägid prügikasti. nüüd tuleb tänase freaky kolmapäeva lagi laksud. &lt;br /&gt;buss jäi seisma. rahvas tõmbas puntrasse kõik esimese ukse juurde. ma seal keskmise ukse juures ala sellises olekus, et ok, lähen siis viimasena kui siuke patuoinas olin jnejne. rahvas ootab uste avanemist. mina vaatan rahvast. ja uks avaneb. aint et keskmine uks. minu nina ees. ma vaatan rahvast eesukse ees, rahvas vaatab mind, rahvas vaatab eesust. mitte keegi midagi aru ei saa.&lt;br /&gt;siis tuleb vinta-vänta bussijuht ja pistab pea keskmisest uksest välja ja hõiskab raffale eesukse juures : ,, Vabandan, esiuks ei tööta, sisenege siit palun." ma seisan ikka veel ja tunnen rõõmu kasvamas enda sees. rahvas vaatab mulle otsa, ma vaatan raffale ja täiesti out of nowhere kiljatan: " WUHHHUUUUU " ja lippan uksest sisse, mis mu ees nagu võluväel avanes :D krdi õnnelikum ei saakski nagu olla. kekslesin bussijuhi juurde, ostsin pileti ning veel ytsin ka talle, et eriti äge, just mõtlesin, et olen viimane ja voila! sain esimeseks :D&lt;br /&gt;nii ägedalt freaky hommik ja õhtu ja päev kaaa. mõnna. &lt;br /&gt;pluss. kui bussijuht yhe tsiki kosmosest peale võttis, siis yts tsikile läbi ruupori, et pileteid saab ikka eest osta, aint teenindamine käib tagaukse kaudu. tsikk läks ette, mille järel sai bussjuhi ägedat reaktsiooni kuulda : ,, NII SUURE RAHAGA TULED !? SELLEGA SAAB JU TARTUSSE SÕITA ! " see sõna TARTU oli siinkohal selline khm koht minujaoKs, arvestades seda, et me Agnesega laupäeval lampi tartusse läksime ja seal nii hulle asju juhtus, et whou.&lt;br /&gt;VEEL soovis see bussijuht kõigile, kes enne mind maha läksid läbi ruupori head õhtut ka veel. niiiiiiiiiiii mõnus.&lt;br /&gt;kirsiks selle tordi peale tuli ta ragisevast grammofonist elvise blue suede shoes. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-6211872639838614183?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/6211872639838614183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/11/ma-ei-saa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/6211872639838614183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/6211872639838614183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/11/ma-ei-saa.html' title=''/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-1840291936359037894</id><published>2009-10-19T14:46:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T14:56:38.426+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mida keegi rikkusena näeb.</title><content type='html'>Rikas või vaene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kord võttis rikas mees poja kaasa maale, et ta ka näeks, kui vaeselt inimesed elavad. Nad veetsid terve päeva ja öö ühe vaese talupoja juures. Koju jõudnud, küsis isa pojalt :,, Kuidas sulle maal meeldis ?"- ,, Suurepärane!" vastas poeg. ,,Mida sa sellest õppisid ?" päris isa. Poeg vastas:,, Ma nägin, et meil on kodus üks koer, neil aga neli. Meil on bassein keset aeda, neil aga lahesopp, mille äärt pole näha. Meie valgustame oma aeda lampidega, aga neile paistavad tähed. Meil on tagahoovis ilus aed, neil aga terve silmapiir." &lt;br /&gt;Poja sellise vastuse peale jäi isa sõnatuks. Poeg aga lisas:,, Aitäh isa, et sa näitasid mulle, kui rikkalt võivad inimesed elada. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H. Randla, R.Randla,, Kuldsed lood"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sellega seostus mulle ideaalselt suvel paar saaremaal veedetud päeva. Meri, rand, võileivad, mitte ühtegi hingelist, päike, kadakad, 27 kraadi, tuulevaikne, mahe, rahulik,lina maas, kaaslane, nautimus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midagi ideaalsemat annab tahta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-1840291936359037894?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/1840291936359037894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/10/mida-keegi-rikkusena-naeb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/1840291936359037894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/1840291936359037894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/10/mida-keegi-rikkusena-naeb.html' title='Mida keegi rikkusena näeb.'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-3823055169802463235</id><published>2009-10-07T13:43:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T13:43:38.076+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tore lugu küll ! Ufod ehitavad omale baase !&lt;br /&gt;Vene sõjalaevastik avalikustas oma ufodokumendid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venemaa laevastik tegi uurijatele kättesaadavaks oma dokumendid, mis puudutavad kokkupuuteid tundmatute objektidega, mis ületavad tehnoloogiliselt kõik, mida inimkond on kunagi ehitanud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dokumendid ulatuvad tagasi nõukogude aega ja need koostas spetsiaalne laevastiku üksus, mis tegeles allvee- ja sõjalaevadelt teadete kogumisega seletamatute intsidentide kohta. Üksust juhtis laevastiku asekomandör admiral Nikolai Smirnov ning dokumendid paljastavad mitmeid võimalikke kohtumisi ufodega, vahendab Russia Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endine mereväeohvitser ja kuulus Vene ufouurija Vladimir Ažaža leiab, et materjalidel on suur väärtus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;„Viiskümmend protsenti ufovaatlustest on seotud ookeanidega. Veel viisteist protsenti järvedega. Nii et ufod kipuvad end vee lähedusse hoidma,” rääkis Ažaža.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ühel juhul avastas Vaiksel ookeanil lahinguülesandeid täitev tuumaallveelaev kuus tundmatut objekti. Kui meeskond ei suutnud manööverdamise abil jälitajaid maha raputada, andis komandör käsu pinnale tõusta. Objektid järgnesid allveelaevale, tõusid õhku ja lendasid minema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paljud kummalised sündmused toimusid Bermuda kolmnurga piirkonnas, meenutab erus olev allveelaevakomandör erukontradmiral Juri Beketov. Instrumendid lakkasid töötamast ilma ühegi nähtava põhjuseta või täheldati tugevaid segajaid. Beketovi sõnul võis see olla teadlik segamine ufode poolt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;„Mitmetel juhtudel näitasid instrumendid materiaalsete objektide olemasolu, mis liikusid uskumatu kiirusega. Arvutused näitasid kiirusi umbes 400 kilomeetrit tunnis. Sellise kiirusega liikumine on problemaatiline juba veepinnal. Kuid veetakistus on palju suurem. Tundus, nagu eiraksid objektid füüsikaseadusi. On ainult üks seletus: olendid, kes need ehitasid, ületavad oma arengus meid kaugelt,” jutustas Beketov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laevastiku luure veteran, 1. järgu kapten Igor Barklai kommenteerib: „Ookeanide ufod ilmuvad sageli sinna, kuhu meie või NATO laevastik koondub. Bahama saarte, Bermuda, Puerto Rico lähedale. Kõige tihemini nähakse neid Atlandi ookeani sügavaimas osas, Bermuda kolmnurga lõunaosas ja Kariibi merel.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veel üks koht, kus sageli teatatakse ufodega kohtumisest, on maailma sügavaim mageveekogu Baikali järv. Kalurid räägivad sügavikust paistvast eredast valgusest ja veest välja lendavatest objektidest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1982. aastal märkasid Baikalil õppustel olevad sõjaväetuukrid hõbedases riietuses humanoidseid olendeid. Kohtumine toimus 50 meetri sügavusel ja tuukrid üritasid võõraid kinni püüda. Seitsmest mehest kolm hukkus, ülejäänud said raskeid vigastusi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;„Ma mõtlen veealustest baasidest ja ütlen: miks mitte? Midagi ei tohi välistada,” ütles Ažaža. „Skeptitsism on lihtsaim tee: ära usu midagi, ära tee midagi. Inimesed külastavad väga harva suuri sügavusi. Seega on väga oluline analüüsida, mida nad seal kohtavad.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis me sIit järeldada võime- kuna inimesed on nii kohmakad ja ei oma selliseid laevu ja asju, et süvavee rõhule vastu panna, siis on need kohad hõivanud UFO-d(kindel koht kuhu inimesed ei saa tulla ) Baikal, salapärane BERMUUUDA KOLMNURK( kus teadupärast päris üks laev ju " ära" on kadunud )siis veel Atlandi ookeani sügavaim koht.. eino tore tore! Karda siin maailmalõppu, krt nii hakkavad meid hoopis UFOd kimbutama :S baah.. loodame, et nad aint jälgivad ja uurivad, ei ole pahatahtlikud jne .. great jejee !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iDV4rNdfNdA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-3823055169802463235?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/3823055169802463235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/10/tore-lugu-kull-ufod-ehitavad-omale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/3823055169802463235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/3823055169802463235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/10/tore-lugu-kull-ufod-ehitavad-omale.html' title=''/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-7608033026542472344</id><published>2009-09-21T10:30:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T09:50:33.042+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jätkuks alumisele Koenigsegg - Saabi jutule :)</title><content type='html'>Selgus on saabunud..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuu aja eest võttis autoregister arvele Eesti kalleima auto, umbes 16 miljonit krooni maksva Koenigseggi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autohuviliste ringkonnast sai Eks­press teada, et ülikallis masin vurab juba mitu nädalat ringi Peterburis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koenigseggi omanik on 25aastane Tallinna noormees Aršak Donogonjan. Ta on pärit Lasnamäelt Ümera tänavalt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donogonjani Lasnamäe korteri uks on väljast plekiga üle löödud, ning uksepiit kindlustatud nurkrauaga. Kui ülejäänud korteriuksed trepikojas on moodsad rauast turvauksed, siis Donogonjani oma meenutab välimuselt isetegevuslikke üheksakümnendaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naabrite sõnul ei ela Donogonjanide perekond viimasel ajal mitte Eestis, vaid Venemaal. Nime põhjal võib oletada, et tegemist on armeenlastega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veel mullu märtsis õppis seesama Aršak Donogonjan või tema nimekaim Peterburi ülikooli õigusteaduskonnas neljandal kursusel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peterburi armeenlastel tasus ülikallis Koenigsegg Eesti registrisse panna sel lihtsal põhjusel, et Venemaal kehtib tänavusest aastast välismaa autodele karm aktsiis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Näiteks meil miljon krooni maksva auto eest tuleb seal maksta poolteist korda rohkem. Koenigseggi letihind Euroliidus on miljon eurot.&lt;br /&gt;14-miljonilist autot niisutati 98 000-kroonise konjakiga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nädal tagasi registreeriti Eestis kõigi aegade kalleim auto, 14 miljonit krooni maksev Koenigsegg CCX ja natuke aega hiljem osteti Tallinna Stockmanni kaubamajas 98 000 maksev Cognac Frapin Cuvee 1888.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kas on võimalik, et kallis keelekaste soetati superauto liikudeks, juurdleb Õhtuleht. See pole välistatud, sest siiani tundmatus jäänud autoomanikule masina Rootsist kohale toonud ja registreerimisasju ajanud mees oli rootslane, samuti kõnelenud kalli konjaki ostja rootsi keelt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tõenäosus on enam kui saja protsendine. Mis on see 100 000 tuhandene konjak 14 000 000 miljonilise auto liikudeks.. imelik oleks auto sisse pühitseda ju miskise belõi aistiga ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-7608033026542472344?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/7608033026542472344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/09/jatkuks-alumisele-koenigsegg-saabi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/7608033026542472344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/7608033026542472344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/09/jatkuks-alumisele-koenigsegg-saabi.html' title='Jätkuks alumisele Koenigsegg - Saabi jutule :)'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-4870607114809219783</id><published>2009-09-11T13:02:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T13:26:37.011+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Palun lugeda mõttega ja rahulikult :)</title><content type='html'>Aforismid on asjad, mida olen logenud juba maast madalast. Nii väheste sõnadega on võimalik öelda kõik. Palun mõtestada lahti, mida öelda tahetakse. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahulolu saladus seisneb teadmises,&lt;br /&gt;kuidas nautida olemasolevat ja kaotada igatsus asjade järgi,&lt;br /&gt;mis on sinu haardeulatusest väljas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nõnda oli see vanasti ja nõnda on see praegu: laidetakse vaikselt istujat,&lt;br /&gt;laidetakse valjuhäälelist ja laidetakse mõõdukalt rääkijat.&lt;br /&gt;Maailmas pole midagi, mida ei saaks laita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paljud tahavad, et tõde oleks nende poolel, kuid ei taha olla tõe poolel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ühestainsast küünlast võib süüdata tuhandeid, ja küünla eluiga ei lühene sellest mitte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ebaõnnestumine ei tähenda, et sa oled ebaõnnestuja...&lt;br /&gt;See tähendab, et sa pole veel edu saavutanud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Täiuslikkus saavutatakse, mitte kui pole enam midagi lisada,&lt;br /&gt;vaid kui pole enam midagi ära võtta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inimene ei ole kunagi hämmastunud selle üle, et ta ei tea, kui teine teab;&lt;br /&gt;kuid ta peab suurimaks võhiklikkuseks seda, kui teine ei tea, mida tema teab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Inimese probleemid tulenevad tema võimetusest olla vaikses toas üksi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine nii kaugele kui näed, ja kui sa oled kohale jõudnud, näed kaugemale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paljud inimesed on üksikud, sest ehitavad sildade asemel seinu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meele võib teha kibedaks, kui soovid ei täitu ja soovimatu võtab võimust.&lt;br /&gt;Kuid meelekibeduse puhul soovid ei täitu ja kõik hea hajub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, kes ei ole kunagi nõus teiste arvamustega,&lt;br /&gt;pole enamasti  nõus ka oma arvamustega kuulduna teiste suust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis ma andsin, see mul on,&lt;br /&gt;mis ma kulutasin, see mul oli,&lt;br /&gt;mille hoidsin endale, selle kaotasin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kes suudab tärganud viha nagu perutavat hobust tagasi hoida,&lt;br /&gt;ainult see on vankrijuht, teised on vaid ohjahoidjad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, kes on rahulik, ei sega ennast ega teisi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Haamriga mehele paistab kõik naelana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarkus on nagu jõgi - mida sügavam ta on, seda vähem häält ta teeb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pole olemas kirega võrdset tuld,&lt;br /&gt;pole olemas vihkamisega võrdset pahet,&lt;br /&gt;pole olemas rahuga võrdset õnne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainult piisavas pimeduses näed sa tähti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ükskõik, kas sa arvad, et suudad, või arvad, et ei suuda tõenäoliselt on sul õigus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viga on alguses kerge parandada, kuid raske märgata,&lt;br /&gt;aja möödudes aga kerge märgata, kuid raske parandada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kui teed sõbrale teene - unusta see,&lt;br /&gt;kui sõber teeb sulle - pea see meeles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paljud kaotavad enese üle kontrolli, nähes, et teine selle säilitab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mitte ükski vihmapiisk ei pea ennast uputuse eest vastutavaks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ära hinda päeva mitte tema saagi, vaid külvikoguse järgi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kui pöörad näo päikese poole, jäävad varjud seljataha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Keegi ei näe oma peegeldust voolavas vees. Ainult vaikses vees on see võimalik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Parem on armastada ja kaotada kui vihata ja võita.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Meie arvamused muutuvad, kuid veendumus nende õigsuses ei kao kuhugi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Iseloom on see, mida sa teed ja kuidas oled siis, kui sind keegi ei näe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need, kes saavutavad jumaliku võimu, kasutavad seda tavaliselt kuratlikult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nõrgad ei andesta kunagi, andestamine on tugevate omadus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Üks küpsuse märke on võime tunda end mugavalt inimeste seas, kes on meist erinevad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me oleme kõik võhikud, ainult erinevates valdkondades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haridus on see, mis jääb pärast õpitu unustamist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Aega ei ole võimalik kokku hoida, aega saab vaid kasutada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milleks kraapida varandusi nagu vargad või jagada neid nagu sotsid,&lt;br /&gt;kui sa võid ignoreerida neid nagu targad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eksib sügavalt see, kes ei tee midagi põhjusel, et ta üksnes vähe võib teha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Usk - see on nagu küünal värvilises laternas.&lt;br /&gt;Igaüks vaatab seda läbi oma värvi, kuid küünal on alati seal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muutma ja paremaks muutma on kaks eri asja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iga inimene teab, et teised teda hinnates eksivad,&lt;br /&gt;aga ta ei tea, et ka tema eksib teisi hinnates.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rusikas käega ei saa võtta ega ka anda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inimene, kui tal on hea olla, mõtleb harva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Üks koer haugub varju peale, sada koera hauguvad haukumise peale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suurtel hingedel on tahe, nõrkadel on ainult soovid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mida tehakse lastele, seda teevad nemad ühiskonnale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keegi ei saa sind muuta kadedaks, vihaseks või ahneks - kui sa ise ei lase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kaalu seda, mida öeldakse, mitte seda, kes ütleb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muutes suhtumist millessegi, muudame ka selle mõju meile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Parimates suhetes on armastus teineteise vastu suurem kui vajadus teineteise järele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me teod ja mõtted läbi elu - see me usutunnistus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Enesesüüdistusi usutakse alati, enesekiitmisi mitte kunagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pool tööst maailmas tehakse selleks, et näidata asju teistsugustena kui nad on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sa pole võitnud midagi, kuni sa pole võitnud iseennast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soojust südamesse teile ! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-4870607114809219783?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/4870607114809219783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/09/palun-lugeda-mottega-ja-rahulikult.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/4870607114809219783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/4870607114809219783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/09/palun-lugeda-mottega-ja-rahulikult.html' title='Palun lugeda mõttega ja rahulikult :)'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-4432461123977675435</id><published>2009-09-11T12:39:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T12:50:37.712+03:00</updated><title type='text'>No vahi ahve !</title><content type='html'>Jackass Steve O ja koomik Tom Green lõid tantsu miljoneid kroone maksval tantsupõrandal – Lamborghini Murcielago Roadsteri mootorikattel! On erinevaid viise, kuidas inimesed end pärast pikka pidu välja elavad ja maha rahunevad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kollane superauto kuulub Greeni tuttavale räpiprodutsendile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.tmz.com/videos?autoplay=true&amp;amp;mediaKey=04566230-2a7d-4535-96d0-ad7523665cf4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arukuse astmelt Kiievi talentidele konkurentsivõimelised !&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ca2c0fb0b32c9e47" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dca2c0fb0b32c9e47%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331394341%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D698D21B8184EAB8727D30B2D112DBE2FD52EEC4C.22892A1B11CF1207BC5CBBB2DB519F8C1CEFBE51%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dca2c0fb0b32c9e47%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dys_-HerSbvAUOnzmyfmca1P5Wm8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dca2c0fb0b32c9e47%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331394341%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D698D21B8184EAB8727D30B2D112DBE2FD52EEC4C.22892A1B11CF1207BC5CBBB2DB519F8C1CEFBE51%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dca2c0fb0b32c9e47%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dys_-HerSbvAUOnzmyfmca1P5Wm8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kui teiste kahjustamine on rumala loomuomadus,&lt;br /&gt;siis on tema peale vihastamisel niisama vähe mõtet kui tule peale,&lt;br /&gt;mille omaduseks on põletamine..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-4432461123977675435?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/4432461123977675435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-vahi-ahve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/4432461123977675435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/4432461123977675435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-vahi-ahve.html' title='No vahi ahve !'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-6985760969383584478</id><published>2009-09-09T15:58:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T16:04:17.311+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aga palun. Jätkuks UFOde jutule allpool...</title><content type='html'>Lugesin Eesti Rahvusringhäälingu lehel uudiseid parajasti, kui seda silmasin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadunuks jäänud Air France'i lennuk saatis 24 veateadet&lt;br /&gt;06.06.2009 12:57 Kõik kanalid &gt; Välismaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Kadunuks jäänud Air France'i lennuk saatis 24 veateadet (7)&lt;br /&gt;(Kaduma jäänud lennukiga sarnane Airbus A330 (Foto: Reuters/Scanpix).)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Ookeanist leitud rusud ei kuulunudki Air France'i lennukile 05.06.2009&lt;br /&gt;    * Air France'i lennuki katastroofi&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;piirkonnas oli tulesähvatus&lt;/span&gt; 04.06.2009 - JUHIN SIIA TÄHELEPANU..&lt;br /&gt;    * Air France'i lennuk &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ei plahvatanud ega süttinud&lt;/span&gt; 04.06.2009 JA SIIA KA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06.06.2009 12:57&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VAHVA, KAS POLE ? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Atlandi kohal&lt;/span&gt; kadunuks jäänud Air France'i lennuk saatis enne allakukkumist 24 veateadet, teatasid Prantsuse uurijad.&lt;br /&gt;Prantsuse lennuõnnetuste uurimise büroo juht Alain Bouillard ütles, et teated tulid, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;kui lennuki süsteemid üksteise järel üles ütlesid&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;vahendas BBC&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prantsusmaa &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ilmaekspertide sõnul ei ole tõendeid selle kohta, et 228 inimesega lennuk oleks sattunud eriti tugevasse tormi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airbus A330 &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;kadus&lt;/span&gt; 1. juunil lennul Rio de Janeirost Pariisi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heikki Aasaru&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-6985760969383584478?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/6985760969383584478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/09/aga-palun-jatkuks-ufode-jutule-allpool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/6985760969383584478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/6985760969383584478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/09/aga-palun-jatkuks-ufode-jutule-allpool.html' title='Aga palun. Jätkuks UFOde jutule allpool...'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-5282174305926890240</id><published>2009-07-30T14:55:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T15:06:01.798+03:00</updated><title type='text'>4 tööopäeva 3 puhkepäeva? Sounds good to me !</title><content type='html'>Heips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usas korraldatud vahvad eksperimendid näitavad, et 40-tunnise töönädala jagamine nelja päeva peale parandab inimeste tervist ja heaolu.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajal mil valitsusasutused ja ettevõtted on sunnitud rahva nurinat taludes kulusid vähendama, pälvib USAs üha rohkem tähelepanu kärpeidee, mida enamik töötajaid tervitaks rõõmsal meelel. Selleks on 4-päevane töönädal senise 5-päevase asemel. Reedest saaks ametlikult puhkepäev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kolm päeva kestvad nädalalõpud, ilma et väheneks töötundide arv, ei aitaks mitte ainult säästa raha, vaid parandaks inimeste tervist ja vähendaks loodusreostust, väidavad idee autorid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitu USA osariiki, linna ja ettevõtet on valmis uue töökalendri eksperimendi korras kasutusele võtma või on seda juba teinud, kirjutab Scientific American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-tunnise tööpäeva ja 4-päevase töönädalaga hakati Ühendriikides eksperimenteerima juba majanduslanguse algul, mil hakati otsima võimalusi kulutuste vähendamiseks. Ettevõtted mõistsid kiiresti, et reedene puhkepäev võimaldab neil säästa raha ilma, et peaks 40-tunnist töönädalat kärpima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utah' osariik muutis 17 000 riigiteenistuja töönädala neljapäevaliseks juba eelmise aasta augustis, mis tähendab, et reedeti sealsetes kontorites tuled ei põle, arvutid ei unda ja liftid ei tööta. Elektriarved vähenevad, sest puudub vajadus tube konditsioneeriga tuulutada. Koristajatelgi pole reedel tööle asja. Möödunud maikuu seisuga on osariik säästnud 1,8 miljonit dollarit ehk ligi 20 miljonit krooni.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brightam Young'i ülikooli teadlased mõõtsid eksperimendi osalejate rahulolu uue töögraafikuga ning avastasid, et selle kiidab heaks 82 protsenti inimestest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-päevasest töönädalast võidab ka keskkond. Kui inimesed kulutavad 20 protsenti vähem aega liiklemisele ning kontorihooned neelavad voolu ainult neljal päeval nädalas, siis tulemuseks on kokkuhoid nii elektrilt kui ka autokütuselt. Ühtlasi tähendab see lühemat viibimist heitgaaside keskel ning vähem õhku paisatud kasvuhoonegaase.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ka õhtuse tipptunni ajal muutub liiklus talutavamaks, sest kümme tundi päevas töötavad inimesed hakkavad kodu poole liikuma paar tundi hiljem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitte kõik ei pea töönädala lühendamist neljale päevale mõttekaks. On väljendatud muret, et pikem tööpäev suurendab väsimust ja haigestumise ohtu ning nudib töövälise aja äärmiselt  lühikeseks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senised uurimistulemused kinnitavad siiski vastupidist. Utah' osariigiametnike tervis on paranenud, stressi esineb vähem ning haiguse tõttu puudutakse töölt harvem. Varasemad uuringud on näidanud, et krooniline väsimus tabab inimesi, kelle tööpäev venib enam kui 12-tunni pikkuseks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainult 20 protsenti uuringus osalenud inimesi kurtis, et ajapuudusel on nad sunnitud sööma rohkem kiirtoitu. 30 protsenti väitis, et sporditegemiseks on vähem mahti. Samas kinnitas 30 protsenti, et on hakanud hoopis tihedamini sportima. Ootamatu kaasnähtusena ilmnes, et Utah's suurenes end vabatahtlikuks tööks üles andnud inimeste hulk.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utah osariigi aastapikkune eksperiment jõuab augustis lõpule, kuid neljapäevast töönädalat katsetavad ka Texase osariigis asuv linn El Paso ja Floridas asuv Melbourne Beach.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uudsest töögraafikust haistab tulu tõusvat ka autotööstus. Alates tänavu 10. augustist läheb neljapäevasele töönädalale üle Ohio osariigis Lordstownis asuv General Motorsi autotehas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muuseas, just omaaegne autotööstur Henry Ford on vastutav selle eest, et viiepäevasest ja 40-tunnisest töönädalast sai 1920ndatel ja 1930ndatel aastatel reegel. USA ametiühingute survel kinnistati 40-tunnine töönädal ka üleriikliku seadusega. Varem sisaldas nädal üle 50 töötunni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poliitikud üritavad Utah eeskujul nelja päevase töönädala sisse seada ka New Yorki osariigis. Algatuse eestkõnelejate hinnangul kaaluvad muutuse positiivsed mõjud selgelt üles üksikud ebameeldivused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mina olen kahe käega selle ettevõtmise poolt, iga päev 4 päeva nädalas tööjuures 2 tundi kauem olla ja selle eest reedese päeva vabaks saada oleks ju super :) Ma tean millest ma räägin, sest mul on üks sõber, kelle firma niiviisi toimib ja toimib vägagi edukalt, pea on selge , värskeid ideid tuleb nagu konveierilt koguaeg :) Kui mina reedeti tööl uimerdan siis temal on võimalus juba neljapäeva õhtul jalad seinale visata ja mõelda kuhu nädalavahetuseks sõita :) No muidugi saab nii ka näiteks peole minna:P Nii mõnigi päev olen täheldanud endal siin tööjuures reedeti inimestel väsind nägusid mis viitavad eilsele peole, kui aga reede oleks officially vaba päev, siis bõiksime kõik käest kinni hoides neljapäeval Hollykasse minna !:D Näiteks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja juba 1000 inimest ehk siis hääletanutest ligi 95 protsenti on selle poolt ka hääletanud :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millist töönädalat eelistad?&lt;br /&gt;5-päevalist (8 tundi päevas)&lt;br /&gt;                       6,2% (71)&lt;br /&gt;4-päevalist (10 tundi päevas)&lt;br /&gt;                       93,8% (1073) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Päikest !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-5282174305926890240?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/5282174305926890240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/07/4-tooopaeva-3-puhkepaeva-sounds-good-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/5282174305926890240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/5282174305926890240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/07/4-tooopaeva-3-puhkepaeva-sounds-good-to.html' title='4 tööopäeva 3 puhkepäeva? 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Ufod ehitavad omale baase !</title><content type='html'>Vene sõjalaevastik avalikustas oma ufodokumendid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venemaa laevastik tegi uurijatele kättesaadavaks oma dokumendid, mis puudutavad kokkupuuteid tundmatute objektidega, mis ületavad tehnoloogiliselt kõik, mida inimkond on kunagi ehitanud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dokumendid ulatuvad tagasi nõukogude aega ja need koostas spetsiaalne laevastiku üksus, mis tegeles allvee- ja sõjalaevadelt teadete kogumisega seletamatute intsidentide kohta. Üksust juhtis laevastiku asekomandör admiral Nikolai Smirnov ning dokumendid paljastavad mitmeid võimalikke kohtumisi ufodega, vahendab Russia Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endine mereväeohvitser ja kuulus Vene ufouurija Vladimir Ažaža leiab, et materjalidel on suur väärtus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;„Viiskümmend protsenti ufovaatlustest on seotud ookeanidega. Veel viisteist protsenti järvedega. Nii et ufod kipuvad end vee lähedusse hoidma,” rääkis Ažaža.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ühel juhul avastas Vaiksel ookeanil lahinguülesandeid täitev tuumaallveelaev kuus tundmatut objekti. Kui meeskond ei suutnud manööverdamise abil jälitajaid maha raputada, andis komandör käsu pinnale tõusta. Objektid järgnesid allveelaevale, tõusid õhku ja lendasid minema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paljud kummalised sündmused toimusid Bermuda kolmnurga piirkonnas, meenutab erus olev allveelaevakomandör erukontradmiral Juri Beketov. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Instrumendid lakkasid töötamast ilma ühegi nähtava põhjuseta või täheldati tugevaid segajaid&lt;/span&gt;. Beketovi sõnul võis see olla teadlik segamine ufode poolt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;„Mitmetel juhtudel näitasid instrumendid materiaalsete objektide olemasolu, mis liikusid uskumatu kiirusega. Arvutused näitasid kiirusi umbes 400 kilomeetrit tunnis. Sellise kiirusega liikumine on problemaatiline juba veepinnal. Kuid veetakistus on palju suurem. Tundus, nagu eiraksid objektid füüsikaseadusi. On ainult üks seletus: olendid, kes need ehitasid, ületavad oma arengus meid kaugelt,” jutustas Beketov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laevastiku luure veteran, 1. järgu kapten Igor Barklai kommenteerib: „Ookeanide ufod ilmuvad sageli sinna, kuhu meie või NATO laevastik koondub. Bahama saarte, Bermuda, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Puerto Rico&lt;/span&gt; lähedale. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kõige tihemini nähakse neid Atlandi ookeani&lt;/span&gt; sügavaimas osas, Bermuda kolmnurga lõunaosas ja Kariibi merel.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veel üks koht, kus sageli teatatakse ufodega kohtumisest, on maailma sügavaim mageveekogu Baikali järv. Kalurid räägivad sügavikust paistvast eredast valgusest ja veest välja lendavatest objektidest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1982. aastal märkasid Baikalil õppustel olevad sõjaväetuukrid hõbedases riietuses humanoidseid olendeid. Kohtumine toimus 50 meetri sügavusel ja tuukrid üritasid võõraid kinni püüda. Seitsmest mehest kolm hukkus, ülejäänud said raskeid vigastusi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;„Ma mõtlen veealustest baasidest ja ütlen: miks mitte? Midagi ei tohi välistada,” ütles Ažaža. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;„Skeptitsism on lihtsaim tee: ära usu midagi, ära tee midagi. Inimesed külastavad väga harva suuri sügavusi. Seega on väga oluline analüüsida, mida nad seal kohtavad.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis me sIit järeldada võime- kuna inimesed on nii kohmakad ja ei oma selliseid laevu ja asju, et süvavee rõhule vastu panna, siis on need kohad hõivanud UFO-d(kindel koht kuhu inimesed ei saa tulla )  Baikal, salapärane BERMUUUDA KOLMNURK( kus teadupärast päris üks laev ju " ära" on kadunud )siis veel Atlandi ookeani sügavaim koht.. eino tore tore! Karda siin maailmalõppu, krt nii hakkavad meid hoopis UFOd kimbutama :S baah.. loodame, et nad aint jälgivad ja uurivad, ei ole pahatahtlikud jne .. great jejee !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iDV4rNdfNdA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-3116147336290934025?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/3116147336290934025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/07/tore-lugu-kull-ufod-ehitavad-omale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/3116147336290934025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/3116147336290934025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/07/tore-lugu-kull-ufod-ehitavad-omale.html' title='tore lugu küll ! Ufod ehitavad omale baase !'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-5518906153341726212</id><published>2009-07-27T10:13:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T10:24:40.477+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ülim positiivsus ju :)</title><content type='html'>Õnnelik inimene lähebki paksuks&lt;br /&gt;Mari Kuusk, paberitega koduperenaine&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Mu abikaasa eksnaine parastas, kui nägi üle hulga aja mu kosunud figuuri:“Temaga lähevadki kõik naised paksuks.” Enda teadmata oli ta oma eksmeest silmis tohutult kiitnud. Jah, ma olengi paksuks läinud — puhtast armastusest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ühiskonnas, mille avalikus arvamuses võrdub seksuaalne veetlus ja ilu saledusega on selline väide ketserlik. Kuid nii see on. Armastus toodab meie kehale enesega rahulolutunnet, endorfiine, mis lubavad lõõgastuda ning mitte enam nii hoolikalt jälgida oma kehakuvandit ning selle vastamist populaarsele arvamusele. Lihtsalt olla rahul iseendaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tunnistan ausalt üles — minu elu kõige õnnelikumatel hetkedel olen ma olnud absoluutses tippkaalus. Hullupööra armunud ja armastatud. Ning mind pole huvitanud, kuidas ühiskond suhtub mu kehasse, peaasi et mina ja mu armastatu sellega rahul oleme. Sest — no tõesõna — kaalust ei sõltu tegelikult midagi. Inimese väärtus paikneb mujal. Kas peab seda veelkord selgitama? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olgu, olgu: harmoonilise ja intelligentse inimese IQ ei sõltu tema kaalunumbrist. Ja ärge tulge mulle siia lehvitama 200-kiloste näidetega — need kuuluvad meditsiini valdkonda, nagu ka anorektilised kahel kondil seisvad vaesekesed. Ma pean oma “paksuksmineku” all silmas neid juhtumeid, kus on kosutud olenevalt pikkusest 5-15 kilo ja omandatud veidi lopsakamad vormid kui seltskonnakroonika ja Evelin Ilves (kes kurat küll nemad/tema kehakaalukontrolliks tegi) ette näeb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma mäletan muidugi, et kunagi päris meie suhte alguses küsisin oma mehelt, mis on asi, mida ma kunagi teha ei või. Ta mõtles hetke ja vastas: “Ära, palun, mine paksuks.” Praegu pööritab ta selle peale silmi ja leiab et ma pole ju paks. Khmm, tegelikult selle populaarse arvamuse meelest olen küll. Võrreldes kahe aasta taguse ajaga, mil ma kandsin suurust 38, on nüüd mu nummer 42. Vahel ka 44. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ausalt öeldes toona, hullupööra armununa oli paksuksminek viimane asi mu peas. Pea käis ringi, kõhus keeras — ja kilod kukkusid. Ma mäletan, kuidas mu eks üritas mind klubis mõnitada: “Sul ripuvad riided seljas, kole on.” Mnjah. Need olid mu 29 suurnumbriga teksad, mis ähvardasid üle puusade kukkuda. See kipubki nii olema. Armumine on šokk kogu kehale. Isegi süda seiskub, kui ihaldusobjekti näed, miis siis veel söögiisust rääkida. Armastus aga hellitav soe merelaine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armastus on üldse ülivõimas asi. Ta jätab kõrvale kõik ebaolulise, ning nooleke kaalul just seda ongi. Ta hindab asju, millel on väärtus. Häid tegusid. Vastutulelikkust. Leebust. Näiteks kõigile teile, kes kardate tüsenenuna voodisse minna — armastus hindab näiteks kaaluga suuremaks muutunud rindu ja ümarat pehmet tagumikku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mul on näiteks sõbranna, kelle mees ähvardas ta kunagi maha jätta, kui tsikk trennis käimist ei lõpeta. Naljaga pooleks muidugi. Et tal on juba tunne nagu oleks teise mehega voodis — teki all kobades jäävad käte alla vaid sitked lihased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuidas siis ma kaalu tagasi sain? Kuid esimene peapööritamise aeg kadus, suhte alus sai rohkem paika. Koos armastuse kasvamisega naases ka söögiisu. Eriti koos ehtnaiseliku tahtmisega oma plussidega eputada — ja süüa olen ma alati hästi teha osanud. Ning kes meist ei teaks, et mehe armastus käib suures osas läbi kõhu. Sel klišeel on kuskuures tugev tõepõhi taga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hea söök ja jook jagatuna armastajate vahel on suurim aforodisiaakum. Nautige armastatuga üks korralik pasta carborana või arrabica pudeli hea veini kõrvale ja te saate täpselt aru, mida ma räägin. Eriti kui te selle veel koos valmis kokkate. Pole midagi armsamat, kui kallima sibulahakkimisest veeklakvel silmi pühkida. Jne, kogu nunnumeetri ulatuse raadiuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ning kõht on meile kõigile armas koht. Kõht on meel, mis annab esimesena tunda, kui miskit valesti läheb ja tunnetab kohe hea ära. Ega asjata ütle nii arstid kui ka esoteerikud, et pinged kogunevad kõhtu. On isegi uuring, mis ütleb, et maohaavad ei tuli niivõrd joomisest kui närvitsemisest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tervis sõltub üldse peaasjalikult sellest, mis on kahe kõrva vahel. Kuigi, ma tunnistan — kaalulangetus aitab isikliku elu ämbritest üle hüpata. Esiotsa küll pigem tänu sellele, et sul on millegagi tegeleda.. Kogu see kalori-punkti-pallikestelugemine on suur töö! Teiseks kehaline aktiivsus. Sport on üldse väga mentaalne tegevus, lisaks füüsilisele aitabs ee ka ajul endale alglaadimist teha. See aitab haavatud meelel end ravitseda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muidugi, lõpetuseks pean oma kohustuseks siiki mainida, et hetkel on mul taas käsil väike vähendusprogramm. Ei, mitte sellepärast, et ma õnnetu oleksin. Pigem ons ee seotud kahest asjast: 10 kilo kergemana näen ma oma abikaasa lemmikleidis taas laitmatu välja. Ja teisalt: ma tahan oma keha, noorust ja elu veel kaua nautida, et oma armastatuga veel kaua mööda maailma ringi rokkida, talle lapsi sünnitada ja nendega võidu joosta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lihtsalt super attitude ! On vähe selliseid positiivselt mõtlevaid inimesi, kahjuks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rohkem positiivsust inimesed, ei masenda, ei morjenda, ei tusatse ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elu on ilus ! Et seda ilusana näha muutke natuke vaatenurka, nuusutage lilli, jalutage aeglaselt ja rahulikult, vaadake enda ümber ringi, vaadake teisi inimesi tänavatel oma igapäevaseid kiireid asjatoimetusi tegemas ja olge õnnelikud.. pole mõtet infarkti äärepeal ajada taga raha ja muid " rikkusi", kui tegelikkuses kõik mis vaja, et hinge rahulolu saavutada on väga lihtsasti kättesaadav- looduses jalutuskäik, väikene vabaõhu kontsert, vesirattasõit, mereäärne päikeseloojang, aias rohimine, paljajalu karjamaal jalutada, paljajalu lompides sumpamine, metsas marjade korjamine, kinoskäik ja kõik muu selline ..lihtsalt leidke see aeg iseeendale :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Päikest ! :)) ( ¤ )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-5518906153341726212?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/5518906153341726212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/07/ulim-positiivsus-ju.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/5518906153341726212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/5518906153341726212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/07/ulim-positiivsus-ju.html' title='Ülim positiivsus ju :)'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-5219354943139852100</id><published>2009-07-08T12:41:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T13:06:27.104+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Newsweek kiidab eesti päritolu Brasiilia moeloojat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SlRuMYlaTBI/AAAAAAAAACs/G9b_lvE_zas/s1600-h/Oslen+and+LEnny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SlRuL79l3cI/AAAAAAAAACc/gJjTrn8nlZ0/s320/osklen-white.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356027008204004802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sattusin lugema ühte artiklit, mis teeb uhkeks eestimaalaseks ja samas ka veidike auahneks pannes pähe mõtte: why couldnt that be me ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kopides Priit Pulleritsu on lugu siis iseenesest järgmine, et rahvusvaheline uudisteajakiri Newsweek tõstab masuajal lääne kuulsate moefirmade vastu astuvate moekunstnike seast esile Brasiilia moekunstnikku Oskar Metsavahti, Eesti aukonsulit Rio de Janeiros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirjutises «Uustulnukad pakuvad lääne brändidele konkurentsi» tunnustab Newsweek, et Metsavaht ei panusta niivõrd klassikalise luksmoe edendamisse, vaid tema käekirja iseloomustab rahvusliku pärandi, muretu rannakultuuri ja muljetavaldava käsitöö­traditsiooni liitmine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Metsavahi kaubamärk Osklen esitleb tippversiooni carioca (Rio de Janeiro elanik – toim) surfarist ja skeiterite kultuurist,» kirjutab ajakiri. «Ta kasutab pealtnäha juhuslikke lõikeid omavahel kombineeritud argistes ja luksriietes – nagu villane sviiter, mis on hoolikalt kaunistatud metalsete nööpidega.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newsweek täheldab, et Metsavahi omapäraselt peene maitsega ja sentimentaalsed rõivad lähevad tema kodumaal hästi kaubaks, sest Oskleni läbimüük kasvas tänavu esimeses kvartalis mulluse sama ajaga võrreldes ligi veerandi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oskar Metsavahi (47) vanaisa, Rakvere kandis tegutsenud optik, jõudis Brasiiliasse 1925. aastal. Tõusva moekunstniku isa Renato oli aastaid Brasiilia arstide liidu president. Tema ema on psühholoog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oskar Metsavaht on lõpetanud Rio de Janeiro ülikooli arstiteaduskonna ja töötanud enne moeloojaks hakkamist spordiarstina. ( Kas tõesti on siis vaja ennem õppida mmingi ulmeteadus selgeks, et mõista, et tegelikkuses tahan ikkagi ala florist olla.. ühiskond ja tema ootused..selle lõigu illustratsiooniks lisan ühe pildi postiteid, mis kirjeldab öeldud mu meelest kenasti))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SlRsfxpyT4I/AAAAAAAAACU/z950QdOMrFQ/s1600-h/surutis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SlRsfxpyT4I/AAAAAAAAACU/z950QdOMrFQ/s320/surutis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356025150010707842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Käisin ka Oskleni kodukal kaemas Summer 08 kollektsiooni ja tema kolleksioonides on tunda Eesti temaatikat-purjeriided,läikiv linane, lihtsakoelised kuid efektsed lõiked, mis kokkupannes annavad perfektsiooni. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simple and Chic !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.osklen.com/sum08ing/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-5219354943139852100?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/5219354943139852100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/07/newsweek-kiidab-eesti-paritolu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/5219354943139852100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/5219354943139852100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/07/newsweek-kiidab-eesti-paritolu.html' title='Newsweek kiidab eesti päritolu Brasiilia moeloojat'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SlRuMYlaTBI/AAAAAAAAACs/G9b_lvE_zas/s72-c/Oslen+and+LEnny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-4357099701417321849</id><published>2009-07-03T12:53:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T12:56:18.575+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Sk3VoJL3RZI/AAAAAAAAACM/NUQCbFhge0A/s1600-h/tuli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Sk3VoJL3RZI/AAAAAAAAACM/NUQCbFhge0A/s320/tuli.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354170417650550162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naljad elust enesest !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Šveitsis Zürichis kutsuti politsei ja tuletõrje neljapäeva varahommikul ühe vana naise majja, sest too väitis, et tema televiisor põleb. Saabudes ei avastanud päästjad aga märkigi tulest ega suitsust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selle asemel avastasid nad, et televiisor oli häälestatud Saksa kanalile, mis varajastel hommikutundidel laseb eetrisse pilti põlevast kaminast, vahendab Associated Press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;„Tuli kustutati nupulevajutusega,” teatas politsei oma avalduses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Täislamp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-4357099701417321849?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/4357099701417321849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/07/naljad-elust-enesest-sveitsis-zurichis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/4357099701417321849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/4357099701417321849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/07/naljad-elust-enesest-sveitsis-zurichis.html' title=''/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Sk3VoJL3RZI/AAAAAAAAACM/NUQCbFhge0A/s72-c/tuli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-8188520996683993244</id><published>2009-06-26T11:08:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:06:45.241+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SkSYy1HlOkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WDIFac0KlYo/s1600-h/9011629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SkSYy1HlOkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WDIFac0KlYo/s320/9011629.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351570256242752066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SkSYylKfcyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/R0mJ9djfqRo/s1600-h/26jacksonss_3a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SkSYylKfcyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/R0mJ9djfqRo/s320/26jacksonss_3a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351570251959989026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SkSYyRaglFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/wAfL4uVDy5Y/s1600-h/9011453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SkSYyRaglFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/wAfL4uVDy5Y/s320/9011453.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351570246658462802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tänane päev siis on see päev, kui meie hulgast lahkus Michael Jackson. Õõvastav on kogeda juba minu aja (+/- 5 aastat) staari surma.. ELu on liiga lühike, kuid siiski piisav, et aru saada kes tuli, et midagi ka korda saata ja kes tuli lihtsalt mõnusalt ära olema. The New York Times on üsa paksult täis erinevaid aspekte ja meenutusi MJ-st. Ka mina lisasin sinna oma arvamuse, sellest kes ta minu arvates oli. Hästi vahva on see, et sinna saab jätta oma mõtte MJ kohta nii, et see avalduvad suurel maailmakaardil väikeste inimeste kujudena, kas siis euroopas, aasias või US-s . Infoajastu (H).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Aga jah. Kahju. Ta oli hing (ma arvan, et isegi ingel), kes oli 40 aastasel missioonil, mille ta mu meelest ka väga edukalt täitis. Ta oli juht, ingel, guru, mees( imelik on ta kohta mees öelda, see kõlab nii inimlikuna, nii lihasena..), kes kasutas oma siinoldud aja ja keha ära sajaprotsendiliselt, et mitte öelda maksimaalselt(Liz või keegi lähedal olev isik on seda öelnud, et see ta oli- maksimalist)&lt;br /&gt;Sündis mustana,hakkas laulma, kohandus maailmaga, lükkas aju tööle alles seejärel tsekkis värki, et siin asjad ikka vägagi rööpailt maas, hakkas parandama, valgustas meist nii mõnedki õigele teele, ühendas meid niipalju kui võimalik laules mantraid nagu: It does not matter if you´re black or white, või " Beat it " &lt;br /&gt;Olles saanud süüdistustest lapsepilastuste kohta priiks, uue tuuri sahinad õhus, ümmargune 50 veel ees ja  minek. Just like that. Vägagi stiilne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kusjuures, uudisteportaalides ringi luusides ja enda jaoks juba Michaeli mineku kella 8 paiku hommikul läbi elanud ja teematki vahetatud, leidsin ennast ühel moeajaloo artiklil, sellepärast blogisse seda üles riputama tulingi..aga kuna täna selline suursugune päev, siis ei saanud ka üle ega ümber tänasest päevasündmusest, mis tõenäoliselt kujuneb [ usa aja järgi, siis surma kuupäev 25. juuni ( ilus ümmargune nr.) ] igaaastaseks unofficial küünlapäevaks or smtnh. &lt;br /&gt;Einoh, Kujutad sa ette, surra täpselt enne oma "uue aja turneed", enne oma 51(praktiliselt täpselt 2 kuud, mis oleks selle poole sajandi ilu rikkunud) sünnipäeva[loe: sünnipäeeeeva] , mainelt puhta mehena.. respekt. Tõeline maksimaalsus. U got style there, gotta admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eks nüüd hakkab see jahumine, kas tapeti või kas mis jne jne.. aga niipalju kui lugenud siiamaani olen, siis kõik oli puhas värk, tegi palju trenni enne turneed, vigastas, sõi jõu kogumiseks vitamiine, vigastas trennis ( välistatud ei ole ka kerge ninaopp, et turneel uuesti maailma ees hea välja näha ) sõi tugevaid valuvaigisteid ja suri une pealt südameseiskumisse. Lihte, mõistetav, loogiline, inimlik, andestatav, kurb, igatsust tekitav, armastusväärne, au sisse tõstev. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astroloogiliselt oli ta sündinud koera aastasse , mida lugedes on päris vahva paraleele tõmmata( PS.Kkuigi mu oma isa on koer ja me ei saa absull läbi, siis loen tema erandiks, kellel ei ole kunagi raha ja kes ei saa kunagi kellegagi läbi). Mis ehk kinnitab minu jaoks reeglit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EARTH DOG Horoscope&lt;br /&gt;Feb 18, 1958 to Feb 7, 1959&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog people are loyal and honest and obedient, guardians of the house at night. They can be counted on to keep secrets and for always doing the right thing. They can be emotionally distant and do not mix well in social gatherings where they are often seen as wallflowers. They do better with one-on-one relationships and find happiness in the happiness they bring to others, such as finding the most perfect gifts for their friends. While it is true that they have sharp tongues and are a bit stubborn and eccentric, in a work situation they tend to work very well with other people. What is more, they always seem to have money and make excellent leaders. Because of their high moral stance, they are inspiring beyond measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahe kirjutada saab must siinkohal võitu, sest kirjandi eksamil põrumisele olin jubedalt lähedal( 26 punni 100st) või ei jaganud need eesti filoloogid, kes mu kirjandit hindasid, üldse matsu lahti, millest ma seal neile jahusin( sõjateemadel, kuidas sõjalised arvutimängud tuleks ära keelata, sest seal tekib tundumus, see nagu kodeeritakse sisse, kes strateegilise poole pealt ei arene teise inimese hävitamine lihtsa lapsemänguna, ja kellel on perekondlikult või ühiskondlikult soodumus natuke pahuram olla, võibki selle nö mängulises lihtsuses ka korda saata ja teised inimesed siis kas koolis, või idas avalikus kohas mõtlematult ära tappa. Põhjendasin ikka üsna korralikult, kuidas rõhuda rohkem rahule ja maailma ühtsele arengule. Meil eestis väga suuri maavarasid nagu teemante ja sellist ei ole, aga meil on ilusad naised ja targad mehed. Aafrika, vaeseke, põeb kõrbe kuumuses ja näljas aga neil on see- eest antud teemante maaravaraks. Oleks ainult nutti seda ka nende rahva jaoks oskuslikult ära kasutada. Aga ei - gringod ja muud ahnuskollid panid juba käpad peale . Õiglust ja siirust vähe ikka kahjuks.. Michaeli taolisi saadetisi võiks ju olla natuke rohkem, keda ei huvitaks ahnelt ainult enda taskute täimine,, ja kui see isegi ka juhtub, siis anda seda edasi näiteks mõne disneyländiga oma tagahoovis ümbruskonna lastele vms.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ütleme nii, et see pop liin jõuab paljudeni, kes ei kuula päevast päeva vaid metalit või mõnda muud alternatiivset stiili. Ja kui selle eest raha ei küsitaks, siis tekis tunne, et mis sellel siis viga on et ta nii odav on, pahaks läinud v? äkki ei peaks ikka seda võtma, võtame kallima, siis kindel kvaliteedi värk. Raha paneb mõningaid asju paika meil küll, sesuhtes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaatan neid siiraid kuid samas kurbi silmi ja lihtsalt mõistan ehk seda, millest paljud aru ei saa. Ta tegi oma asja. Depressiooni kõrgeim aste on pisarateta nutt ja kogu maailma valu oli ta silmades olemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaks ka ära mainima, et ma olen täie mõistuse juures ega kuulu ühtegi ususekti. Ja Michaeli andunud fänn ma kah ei ole. Olen teda kuulnud raadios nii nipet näpet, saanud sõnumist aru ja et ahah tema teeb sedalaadi stuffi.&lt;br /&gt;Usun, et peale meie on olemas veel kõrgemaid eluvorme, kes oma kõrgemat inteligentsi taset näitavad sellega, et nad ei ole üritanud kordagi meiega ühendust võtta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine neid hulle tea, arvavad veel, et ma mingi jehoova tunnistaja, kes ukselt uksele kopsimas käib, et valige MJ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usun märkidesse ja inglitesse. Väga hästi on rääkinud inglitest laulja Lea liitmaa Tähelaeva saates ETV-s ja maininud ka laulja Hannah . Kuid on palju veel inimesi, kes usuvad inglite olemasollu :) Selleks ei pea Koguduse nimekirja ennast kirjutama ja iga pühapäev kirikus põlvitades palvetamas käima, et aru saada, kui keegi vahel aitab või suunab, kas siis õigete inimeste tee peale saatmisega või viimase bussi kinnihoidmisega, kui ma kõrvaltänavast jooksen ja mõtlen et see buss võiks oodata ja voila bussijuht on uksed lahti busy mingite inimestega, kes pileteid tahavad..näiteks :) kelle jaoks juhus, kelle jaoks igapäevane reality..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Igastahes olge terved ja rõõmsad :) Üks ingel lõpetas väga laastava missiooni, küll tuleb uus :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps! Tänaseks unustan selle moeartilki ära, aga bookmargin ta hiljemaks..bikooz kohe- kohe olen minemas Svennu lõpetamisele, kes lõpetab ühena neljast magistrandist ttü-s energetika ja jõuajamite värgis.. utoopiline tegelane.. räpib ringi Def Räädut kuulates, ja kaitseb lõputöö hindele "4", kusjuures veel töötab ja elab ka.. elab mu sõbrannaga, kes ei ole mitte lihtne tüdruk, tema juba toanurgas ei istu ja oota kuni mees talle aega leiaks...ta on parim, kes samuti väärib parimat.. The Perfect Couple :D pühendaks siis Alicia Keys´i " superwoman " Svennnile ja Janale aka " Supermänn " :D Mu kujutlustes need kaks asja siiani kokku pole veel käinud, aga ta murdis mu maailapildi avaruse ühe pügala võrra jälle laiemaks.. Kõik targad mehed ei olegi koledad ja eluvõõrad :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-8188520996683993244?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/8188520996683993244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/06/tanane-paev-siis-on-see-paev-kui-meie.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/8188520996683993244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/8188520996683993244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/06/tanane-paev-siis-on-see-paev-kui-meie.html' title=''/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SkSYy1HlOkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WDIFac0KlYo/s72-c/9011629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-4854035305871837380</id><published>2009-06-18T11:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:15:04.065+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Maailmas toimub ikka niipalju huvitavat !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Sjn3fY7LAtI/AAAAAAAAABs/DPX9xpYUqlk/s1600-h/saab-prototype.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Sjn3fY7LAtI/AAAAAAAAABs/DPX9xpYUqlk/s320/saab-prototype.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348578151117816530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Sjn3ahgKUHI/AAAAAAAAABk/qUHweoOPvUk/s1600-h/saab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Sjn3ahgKUHI/AAAAAAAAABk/qUHweoOPvUk/s320/saab.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348578067521097842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Sjn3W-S-wRI/AAAAAAAAABc/O9x_y0xpuUE/s1600-h/quant-5-275x169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 169px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Sjn3W-S-wRI/AAAAAAAAABc/O9x_y0xpuUE/s320/quant-5-275x169.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348578006530965778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Sjn3RBgNXvI/AAAAAAAAABU/xaifFi1rj84/s1600-h/quant-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Sjn3RBgNXvI/AAAAAAAAABU/xaifFi1rj84/s320/quant-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348577904312540914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saabi tulevikust minevikust ja olevikuseostest veidike ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rootsi Saabi autotööstuse uus omanik Koenigsegg Group kavatseb muuta ostetud kaubamärgi senisest eksklusiivsemaks ja samas vähendada oluliselt toodangu hulka.Küsimärgid õhus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saabi ost lennutaks Koenig­seggi nišiturult masstoodangu valdkonda. Koenigseggi palgalehel oli mullu 45 täiskohaga töötajat, see oleks vaid üks protsent Saabi Trollhättani tehase töötajaskonnast. Mullu müüs Koenigsegg 18 autot, Saab 98 000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paljud analüütikud on aga skeptilised, kas Koenigsegg suudab hakkama saada sellega, mis General Motorsil ligi 20 aastaga ei ole õnnestunud: muuta Saab kasumlikuks ettevõtmiseks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suured muutused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Lihtne on valmistada väga head miljon naela maksvat superautot, hoopis teine asi on teha kasumlikku 20 000-naelast sõidukit,» tõdes Financial Timesile Briti ajakirja Autocar toimetaja Chas Hallett. «Ma pean küsitavaks, kas nad saavad Saabi juhtimise ja arendamisega hakkama.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Kahtlen, kas neil on vajalik oskusteave,» nentis Reutersile ka Nomura analüütik Michael Tyndall. Skovde ülikooli õppejõu Mikael Wickelgreni sõnul võib Saab muutuda senisest palju väiksema klientide arvuga nišitootjaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Motors ostis Saabi Wallenbergide äriperekonnalt 1990. aastate alguses lootusega, et kaubamärk aitab täita GMi ostjate nõudlust Euroopa aerodünaamiliste autode järele. Viimasel kümnel aastal on Saab aga kahjumis olnud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuigi Koenigseggi ja Saabi tehing tundub esmapilgul uskumatu, on rasked ajad autotööstuses loonud teisigi üllatuslikke kooslusi. General Motors sõlmis veidi aega tagasi kokkuleppe Hummeri müügiks Hiina Sichuan Tengzhongiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1983. aastal USA turult lahkunud Fiat naaseb sinna Chrysleri uue partnerina ning autoosade tootja Magna peab läbirääkimisi General Motorsi Euroopa tootmiste ostuks eesotsas Opeliga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koenigsegg&lt;br /&gt;•    Koenigseggi asutas 1994. aastal noor ettevõtja Christian von Koenigsegg, kes pani oma varandusele aluse külmutatud kanaliha müües.&lt;br /&gt;•    Eelmisel aastal müüs Koenig­segg 18 autot, Saab 98 000.&lt;br /&gt;•    Tööstusdisainer Bård Eker on pakrotis firmasid elule aidanud ka varem. 2001. aastal tõi ta raskustest välja kaatritootja Hydrolifti. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja nüüd natuke tagamaid miks Koenigsegg Saabi omale ostab ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are not many details as the sale has not been finished yet, but Koenigsegg and a group of Norwegian investors have already signed a letter of intent with Saab to take over the dying brand from GM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is Koenigsegg, maker of some of the rarest supercars in the world interested in Saab?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Koenigsegg makes around 20 cars a year, Saab around 100,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, but Koenigsegg is profitable while Saab is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are Koenigsegg’s real intentions?&lt;br /&gt;Latest news is that behind this deal is also Swiss company NLV Solar AG, which plans to build electric cars together with Koenigsegg at Saab’s factory in Trollhattan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are talking about a production version of the NLV Quant concept, which was shown at the Geneva Motor Show this spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owning Saab would give these companies access to a car plant to produce cars in higher numbers with government guarantees. If they wanted to start new factories it would take years and probably even more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to electric Quant, Saab would of course continue to build 9-3, 9-4X and 9-5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refresher:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quant concept is a work of Koenigsegg and NLV Solar AG, which makes photovoltaic and accumulator technologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This futuristic concept seats four people and uses gull-wing doors for easy entrance. There is only one door on each side of the car. Windows can be opened separately on the front and rear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power comes from two electrical AC induction electric motors on the rear wheels, with variable frequency drive and in-line planetary step down drive, one for each rear wheel. Brake regeneration is used on all four-wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Projected weight is 1780 kg (3924 pounds) and two engines offer a total of 512 horsepower. Expected 0-100 km/h(0-62 mph) time is 5.2 seconds and top speed is 275 km/h (170 mph). Full range is up to 500 km (310 miles).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-4854035305871837380?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/4854035305871837380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/06/maailmas-toimub-ikka-niipalju-huvitavat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/4854035305871837380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/4854035305871837380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/06/maailmas-toimub-ikka-niipalju-huvitavat.html' title='Maailmas toimub ikka niipalju huvitavat !'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Sjn3fY7LAtI/AAAAAAAAABs/DPX9xpYUqlk/s72-c/saab-prototype.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-8116348486598562397</id><published>2009-06-18T10:28:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:31:16.777+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SjnsuL8U8nI/AAAAAAAAABM/RgGNOew85mE/s1600-h/194559t41h6716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SjnsuL8U8nI/AAAAAAAAABM/RgGNOew85mE/s320/194559t41h6716.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348566310703133298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tartu observatooriumi teadlane sai kõrge tunnustuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akadeemik Jaan Einastol, kes töötab Tõraveres Tartu observatooriumi juures, õnnestus esimesena maailmas avastada kõikjal maailmaruumis levinud tumeaine. Ehkki universumis kõige levinuma aine uurimisega on tegeletud juba ligikaudu 40 aastat, on see füüsikute jaoks seniajani suur mõistatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahvusvaheline relativistliku astrofüüsika keskus (ICRA, Itaalia) ja sellega seotud teadusinstituutide võrgustik (ICRANet) annavad alates 1985. aastast välja Marcel Grossmanni auhinda, märkimaks väljapaistvaid saavutusi teoreetilise füüsika ja kosmoloogia alal. Einasto on esimene eestlane, kellele Grossmanni auhind omistati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Einasto ise on kosmoloogia ja mikrofüüsika auhinna üle väga õnnelik. «Ega meid ei tahetud ju esialgu hulk aega uskuda, et selline aine on olemas,» märkis päevakangelane. Kuid kui rahvusvaheline teaduskoostöö Tõravere teadlaste väidetele kinnitust leidis, võeti eestlaste ees müts maha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumeaine on ilmaruumis kümme korda rohkem levinud, kui nähtav aine. See omab gravitatsiooni ning see murrab valgust. Just valguse murdumise abil plaanivad teadlased edasi uurida aine levikut ja kontsentratsiooni universumis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehkki kirjeldatud aine osakesed on olemas ka kõikjal meie ümber, ei ole füüsikutel seni õnnestunud ühtegi molekuli vastavat ainet kinni püüda. Tumeaine ei oma vastastikkust mõju teiste ainetega ning selle osakesed lendavad iga päev meist läbi, põhjustamata kõrvalmõjusid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parasjagu püüavad teadlased maailma suurima füüsikaeksperimendi käigus CERNi laboratooriumis Šveitsi-Prantsuse piiril spetsiaalsetes kiirendites ainet leida. Einasto nende katsetustega seotud ei ole, kuid elab kaasa oma teedrajavale panusele tumeaine ja kosmilise kärgstruktuuri avastamisel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaan Einasto saab auhinna kätte Pariisis 12.-18. juulini peetava 12. Marcel Grossmanni kongressi avapäeval Unesco hoones. Koos temaga saavad auhinna ka Christine Jones galaktikate ja galaktikaparvede röntgenkiirguse uurimise eest ja Michael Kramer saavutuste eest pulsarite füüsikas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asutuse auhind antakse sel aastal Prantsuse Kõrgemate Teadusuuringute Instituudile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcel Grossmann oli Sveitsi matemaatik, Albert Einsteini klassivend, kes innustas ja õpetas Einsteini kasutama üldise relatiivsusteooria matemaatilise aparaadina kõverate ruumide geomeetriat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auhind antakse iga kolme aasta tagant ühele teadusinstituudile ja kahele-kolmele teadlasele. Auhind on väga prestiižne, selle saajate hulgas on mitmeid Nobeli preemia laureaate, näiteks Abdus Salam, Subrahmanyan Chandrasekhar, Riccardo Giacconi, ja teisi kuulsaid teadlasi nagu Stephen Hawking, Roger Penrose, John Wheeler jpt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auhinnaga kaasneb Itaalia kunstniku Attilio Pierelli hõbeskulptuur TEST ehk «Sündmuste jälg aegruumis». &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aukartus mu sees :)&lt;br /&gt;Väga tubli mees !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, rullikad olid täitsa normaalsed. Ühe suve kannatab veel ära nende ratastega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Päikest !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-8116348486598562397?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/8116348486598562397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/06/tartu-observatooriumi-teadlane-sai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/8116348486598562397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/8116348486598562397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/06/tartu-observatooriumi-teadlane-sai.html' title=''/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SjnsuL8U8nI/AAAAAAAAABM/RgGNOew85mE/s72-c/194559t41h6716.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-807327627503982072</id><published>2009-06-17T19:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:13:10.949+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SjkkHfI8BXI/AAAAAAAAABE/eralf1D6GdI/s1600-h/l_314212bfc1c4455c9a5591f3549d3d3d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SjkkHfI8BXI/AAAAAAAAABE/eralf1D6GdI/s320/l_314212bfc1c4455c9a5591f3549d3d3d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348345743515846002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheeeei, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Töölt kodus ja lebos ära. Mõtlen, et kogun ennast veits ennem, kui õue rullikaid proovima lähen, millele ise hooldust tegin ( naerukoht) . Enne muidugi kui ma nö. hoolduseni jõudsin vedelesid nad mul nädal aega vannitoa põrandal rattad laiali .. aga protseduur iseenesest nägi siis välja selline: Kruttisin lahti, pesin ilusti dussi all puhtaks svammiga ja panin kuivama enne, kui neid isa kankust pätsatud vana rooojase addinoliga õlitama asuma mõtlesin hakata. ( addinol on teadupärast jama, sest seda toodetakse kasutatud õlist ja ükski normaalne inimene, seda teadlikult omale mootorisse ei vala. )Kuivasid nad mul siis päeva - paar, kolm, neli. ilmad läksid õues jälle enam vähem kuivaks ja mõtlesin rullikad uuesti ette võtta. A Oh üllatust, laagrid olid vahepeal roostesse läind :D mismõttes nagu. Aga noh pekkis siis pekkis. Õige aeg nad veel addinoliga üle võõbata ja vaadata kas saab veel elulooma või on järgmine käik hawaii expressi uute rataste järele. aga ei , täitsa okeilt sain kuulid liikuma, rattad kah kenasti vahetatud 1 vs 3 ja 2 vs 4 . Nüüd veel testdrive jäänud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oma tutika blogi muusika tegelinskite nimistut täiendasin ka, kohe pauguga ei tule ju kõik meelde. Nüüd on vist kõik saanud mainitud, kes hetkel üleskirjutamist vajavad.. aa krt, Rihanna unustasin ikka. Ja Cris Browni . ok. &lt;br /&gt;Siinkohal on sobiv kiita R2-te oma erisaadetega nagu Urbanism Dj MK-ga, Must Mesi, Reggae Power ja "absoluutset tippu" Koit Raudseppa ja Pleier Extrat, kes ei lase muusikal kunagi igav olla. Igale uuele tulijale keda ta esile toob, on tal mingi vahva stoori bäkiks rääkida. Väga pro vana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raadiotest mainin veel ära siis Spin FM, Energy Fm, Di FM ja Raadio 3 aka Nõmme Raadio, mis öörahu saabudes omadega põranda alla kolib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aga olgu, lähen testin need rullid ära once and for all ! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-807327627503982072?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/807327627503982072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/06/heheeeei-toolt-kodus-ja-lebos-ara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/807327627503982072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/807327627503982072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/06/heheeeei-toolt-kodus-ja-lebos-ara.html' title=''/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SjkkHfI8BXI/AAAAAAAAABE/eralf1D6GdI/s72-c/l_314212bfc1c4455c9a5591f3549d3d3d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-3650031971452926235</id><published>2009-06-17T14:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T15:10:47.235+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vahva uudis :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SjjdPjtXniI/AAAAAAAAAA8/H9OTuSYZkHA/s1600-h/l2_1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SjjdPjtXniI/AAAAAAAAAA8/H9OTuSYZkHA/s320/l2_1_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348267816855772706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;LOLLUS VÕI ETTENÄGELIKKUS? "Torkamisvastane nuga"&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Ühendkuningriigis tuleb müügile ümara otsaga "torkamisvastane" nuga ("anti-stab" knife), mis pakub irvhammastale palju ilkumisainet.&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;div class="pun"&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/uk/crime/article6501720.ece" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Nuga saab edukalt kasutada köögis, kuid torkeriistana on see suhteliselt kasutu. Internet on aga täis kommentaare ja blogisid, kus nuga ja selle autorit, disainer John Cornockit, mõnitatakse, sest arusaadavalt ei välista ümar ots ohvri surnukslõikumist.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-3650031971452926235?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/3650031971452926235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/06/vahva-uudis-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/3650031971452926235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/3650031971452926235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/06/vahva-uudis-d.html' title='Vahva uudis :D'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/SjjdPjtXniI/AAAAAAAAAA8/H9OTuSYZkHA/s72-c/l2_1_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8333813704594657996.post-352492861097086275</id><published>2009-06-17T12:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:00:13.464+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Niisis, i did the thing i didnt see myself doing,  as usual.</title><content type='html'>Sain innustust teha omale blogi, mõeldes nii paljusid mõtteid, mida kuhugi ega kellelegi keset tööpäeva väga ei tšäti. So, tavapäraselt netis ringi surfates leidsin isukupärase tütto kellegi Liisa blogi ja mõtlesin why not, lihtne ! :D . Great start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teemad hakkavad kindlasti jooksma seinast seina nagu mu muusikamaitsegi. Millest võib ka enamuses juttu tulla, sest muusikat ma armastan. Head muusikat.  Maa alt ja maa pealt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinu Sann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8333813704594657996-352492861097086275?l=sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/feeds/352492861097086275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/06/niisis-i-did-thing-i-didnt-see-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/352492861097086275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8333813704594657996/posts/default/352492861097086275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandrategiblogi.blogspot.com/2009/06/niisis-i-did-thing-i-didnt-see-myself.html' title='Niisis, i did the thing i didnt see myself doing,  as usual.'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02389541853415357595</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G24PCGwk9u4/Szno81sXuuI/AAAAAAAAAHk/dXYgXUTjnK0/S220/vexadecom_000009-02_charlize-theron.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
