sun day

time passes by. the weekend is gone already. how weird everything sometimes seems, like it all is just an bling of an eye. ive been studying the whole day. and dreaming at the same time of something far and beyonde. maybe its just this depressing weather we have outside that makes me longing for something else, something not so usual. maybe its just general desire to travel. i dont know. lately ive been trying to write all the letters i`ve always promised to write and send to some friends far, these letters always take much more time than the normal ones. tomorrow is 1th of december, there is christmas hanging everywhere, even if it is november and shitty weather. i am here and i still have a lot to do. lazy ass.

friendly fires

yes, please

I have always and I will forever love rock and roll. Its t h e music for me. My first music record

ever was an old vinule of the Beatles, I think it was the "A hard days night". And its the music I love until now. I also have to admit that I like the newage pop rock and roll bands aswell, so I decided to put some of my favourite songs as liks up. And I promise the day will come, when I organize a rocknroll party, where only good old rock and roll is playd and maybe a little bit of good indie.

a) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7eDWrlDR-Ro&feature=related

b) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3tuvX_X7Rlw&feature=related

c)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nP1LLjtTl_w&feature=related

d)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZjojFGEg7pI
f) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iL_RbCGxqsc&feature=related

daydream

Be good,
thinking of you
when it snows
or when alone.
I see you
looking at me
feeling the same
things that used to be
dont worry
in my heart I carry
all that is done
and all what comes
a daydream my love.

music mania

"more!" is the word that adjusts the society best, I am in it. in the society of music, the president of sound, the prime minister of beat, the council of rythm, the king of volume - thank you.

a) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nnHJhy68Q98&feature=channel

b)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f9LwpTYLJvY&feature=channel

newage winterwear in Japan

Nippon

the former name of Tokyo was Edo, I remeber this from somewhere. you see - every time I see first snow I dream and desire of seeing hanami in Japan. altough it is in spring, it comes to my mind with snow. and I know why - because all the famous cherry blossoms remind me snow as they are pure and beautiful. i wish to go to Japan so much that sometimes the desire to go just makes me crazy. I have two destinations that are a must in my lifetime - Japan and India. And one is not even close to its purpose of going to another. Japan is what I need to discover. India will descover me. all what is weird about Japan, I like. all what people find obscure, I think its interesting and it makes me so sad, knowing that for an european it will be forever impossible to be a part of this culture. still my next mission - pick up japanese. learning the galligraphy for me is a thrill. beautiful art it is.

the joy

so its here - the first snow. I woke up, sleepy - walked to the table to take something and looked up - ! there was a nice white layer of pure joy covering the land. I could feel how the earth was getting sleepy, the nature becoming lazy. made me feel the same way, I felt like staying in the bed in my warm room, looking out of the window and reading something nice "The shadow of the wind" for example. and a big mug of tea. whenever winter comes I think on eternity. I dont know why. there is something misterious in winter, in its being. why the world sleeps? its not only because of the pure fysics, but I think the planet is using the time to think. sounds silly. but I was thinking about it and I could just feel how earth is having a rest. soon everything will be frozen, in sleep. except the little greyish squirrel whom I saw today in the morning chilling around in the garden and this little one seemd to have fun, as there was still apples on the ground with seeds inside. I looked at the squirrel, zipped the hothot tea in my hands, and smiled. so small things, when they can make you happy, they do it double. the joy of snow. the joy of winter. the joy of a lovely morning. the joy of having time. the joy of having joy.

my favorite doctor

Sometimes I crave for something so bad. Like there are mornings when I think I will die if I dont get bubble water (mostly the ones after a party or so...). At noon I usually feel that the day cant go further without a nice cup of caffe. After the school I want to get something very sweet - like a nice cake of chocolate with peanuts and berries. And always after something too sweet I feel like cooking something nice and salty - potatoes with cheese mmm, or a simple pasta with seeds and mushrooms and lots of herbal spices. Eating always makes me to want to have a lovely tea after. Warm, tasty tea with a bit of honey or brown sugar and at least two slices of lemon. Then I fill myself with good music and later I`d like to have a snack - something fresh like cucumber with a creamy salsa, garlic in it. But this is just the way the day runs. In big picture? I mean - how many is there moments when we have a need for something. I have heaps. Sometimes I have to have an apple. And many times anything else but an apple. There are days I dont want to eat and egg for breakfast and so many days when I do so. All these days I crave for cooking the best cheese cake in the whole planet and some days that really seem to be the end of the world because I cant have an ice-cream. And why am I writing this now? Because it feels like the day would be so much nicer if I only could have one Dr. Pepper...

other stuff you find

Ive been looking around for music accidentally, never really looking for something sure and this is they way to find cool stuff:


a) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MbPEM5eI0_g

b) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WIuQYnwswJo&feature=related

c) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z5cb6raPGj0

e) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N5XVeENmLMk

d)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FFkhDwquBsE&feature=related

Adi Dassler

Adolf (Adi) Dassler was a trained pastry chef, who made his first pair of running shoes in his parents laundry room in 1918. 1924 he started a company with his brother Rudolf (Rudi). As they both had been long time active in sport, it was not weird for both of them to start with a sportswear company. The first running shoes they made, became very famous. American athlete Jesse Owens won in 1936 at the olimpic games in Berlin four gold medals with these shoes.
Life after the tough years of the II WW made the brothers go seperate ways and then both of them started their own personal companies: Adi started "adidas" and Rudi started "puma". Adi, who was more in the factory, than in the office, was still more clever and become big with: three stripes that were taken in use in 1949, 1954 he evented football shoes with screwable corks that the German national football team was wearing already at the same year on the world cup which they won. Adidas became a symbol seen everywhere with the football team. He also brought first leather football to market and became the official ball supporter of world cup in Mexico at 1970.
Adi and Rudi didnt speak a word after going seperate ways and tried to trick eatchother in all ways, to show who is better. At 1978 died Adi Dassler, his brother died four years earlier.

lazy sea gull

I am like the lazy sea gull on the picture. I had a day to do all what I had to do and it became a day of doing nothing. I have been in the world of music for the whole day as I am playing music tonight at Juuksur. Back from Barcelona. I spent most of yesterday in air or airports. Tomorrow back to Tartu and school begings again. Ive been thinking on so many things lately and wanting to do so much, but there is something to stop me all the time. I made some conclusions and put it all into a list. I just have to start with it, one by one.

a man with a very big cock

all the same

the little shops, open until late
the noise of people passing by
small streets, lots of lights
and above all - the heat.
so much dirt and what to see,
the touch of art and history.
the hidden faces, moments
of misery, you and me
wondering the streets -
meeting whats not to see.
the red light distric, smell of weed.

what a wonderful city it is.

and you keep walking.
everybody is talking or selling,
too many people yelling. ah -
there goes loads of giris,
what a joke it is,
they wear the mexican hats,
I would really make a bet that
they have no idea, how locals
like to catch
them on photos to have later a nice show
how turists make fools out of themselves
living like mice - nice and well,
where the cat is not around, and who
becomes far from home
feels that all to him belongs
thinks the best of oneself
and forgets the host.

all the same - you pay and
we make the face. conceptually
a quite nice game.

vespa - another want

barcelona

the places still have my smell. when I see them, I smile and I think of memories that I dont find faded. they have their pulse, a small beat and the same heart as ever. yes - it is my city. my depression and love, my tears and joy. its the hard work and sunny days, dirty streets and coolest parties. its the friends I made, all what I shared - given and to give. and yet all is weird and a little different, but its not the city - its me. how fast we become further of what we love?

a newage god - internet

4 like ever

I would name the picture:

"A girl cant help it"

wallet-sized want!

+ I found this picture that tells me fairytales. What all I would do for having things like this still on the sales - I mean

The Beatles bubblegum that has wallet-sized pictures of `em gods inside? I would be living out of these, who the hell likes bread when you`ve got Beatles bubblegum! Gosh, total forgotten boner that is, yes.

bubblegum crisis

Today we had a test in the morning, went well, as I didint review the materials much. Later on, in the lecture of French I was chewing bubblegum. Its so good when its still colorful and tasty and becomes a total "iu,iu,iu" when you have been chewing it for too long. In the genial Tartu Univesity, where there is not a single garbage pin in the classes, you really have to think what to do with the gum you dont want to chew anymore. So I decided to put it on the edge of my notebook, so I would remember to throw it away when the class ends. BUT as I am always the one who has no partner when it comes to working in pairs, I must be the one doing the exercises with our teacher. Not that I have anything against it, nor against her, but it is rather embrassing when she is stuck on your notebook with her sleeve and tries to get the gum out of her sweater...

what u find

t h i s is WhAt yoUfi n d w h E n l o O k i ng4 j a Pan i s e

SOunD.


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japanoise

I went to a concert of traditional japanese music from the Edo period playd by a famous player with an instrument which is a string one called koto. I didnt open my eyes until the break came. It was magnificent. The music was almost transparent, yet so rich and so old. You could feel it, inside of you playing along with something in you, not knowing exactly what is that thing, tingling softly, giving you all these emotions. What a powerful emotion that was. I felt like conquering Japan again, longing to see this lost country so far from Europe and close to who we are in general - humans under the sun we all share. Sometimes I think that I am made of notes and half tones and pauses and I have a key, all you have to know, is how to play in it.