<?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-5234116146980397238</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:07:04.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elan vaid oma pilvel</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lizzaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880476352404029450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_be9US2MYp2A/Sl3lwnatapI/AAAAAAAAAFU/agwwtAgvp3s/S220/12-06.4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234116146980397238.post-1035793534567020926</id><published>2009-08-06T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T02:45:30.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uus asi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_be9US2MYp2A/SnqmIYy6q5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/c3zuu3Akoh8/s1600-h/IMG_1018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_be9US2MYp2A/SnqmIYy6q5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/c3zuu3Akoh8/s200/IMG_1018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366784568990542738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Marley: "The best thing about music is.. that when it hits you, you feel no pain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same thing is with Love. Oh, yes.. I'm in Love :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234116146980397238-1035793534567020926?l=lizzaablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1035793534567020926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234116146980397238&amp;postID=1035793534567020926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default/1035793534567020926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default/1035793534567020926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/uus-asi.html' title='Uus asi.'/><author><name>Lizzaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880476352404029450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_be9US2MYp2A/Sl3lwnatapI/AAAAAAAAAFU/agwwtAgvp3s/S220/12-06.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_be9US2MYp2A/SnqmIYy6q5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/c3zuu3Akoh8/s72-c/IMG_1018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234116146980397238.post-3573170407306656914</id><published>2009-07-11T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T13:58:30.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Click!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_be9US2MYp2A/Slj65h9IrDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/MmfU2z-Vky4/s1600-h/IMG_0128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357307623031483442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_be9US2MYp2A/Slj65h9IrDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/MmfU2z-Vky4/s320/IMG_0128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My doctor is right. Abs is right. Everybody is right - I am ill! I am ill and only once every fucking few weeks I am willing to admit it. And I have to get it written down here so I can deal with it for once and for all. I know that for people who are in control, it's so damn hard to understand my pain. But I also know that there are millions of sufferers.. just like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;William Leith in "The Hungry Years" is describing it so perfectly well: " Click. What happens next? You know you shouldn't do it, you know it's not right, you know you'll regret it, but you go ahead, you move forward because it's suddenly too late. The decision has already been made. As you look at the pie, or the sweet shop, or the jar of creamer, or the burger kiosk, or the peanut butter, or the golded arches, you may believe you are still in possession of judical powers. But you are not. At this stage, you only have executive powers. Your status as the master of your own destiny is entirely ceremonial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then you step inside the binge, and, for a brief moment, it's a wonderful place to be. Inside the binge, you are outside yourself. It is as if the air is filled with static. You are in the psychological zone. You have fallen down the hole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, for a moment, it's wonderful. Your hunger is bigger, the objects of hunger look smaller. The binge state itself is like a drug. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inside the binge, you are pure hunger - pure aspiration. Nothing else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hunger is a state you cherish. You yearn for more hunger. You don't want your hunger to be satisfied. Eating is a response to hunger; eating, therefore, reminds you of hunger. So you continue to eat in the hope that eating will keep your hunger alive. You search for food in the hope that it will make you hungry.. Click!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that most likely these people are obese or at least extremely overweight. Well, I am not. I am 5ft2 and 6,5 stones. What you see, is not what you get here. As I said, it happens to me once every two weeks or so, and every time, after I've done the damage, I realize that I'm in a deep shit. I realize that I'm ill. And I need to start listening to my GP to get better.&lt;br /&gt;I will get better.&lt;br /&gt;I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234116146980397238-3573170407306656914?l=lizzaablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3573170407306656914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234116146980397238&amp;postID=3573170407306656914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default/3573170407306656914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default/3573170407306656914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/click.html' title='Click!'/><author><name>Lizzaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880476352404029450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_be9US2MYp2A/Sl3lwnatapI/AAAAAAAAAFU/agwwtAgvp3s/S220/12-06.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_be9US2MYp2A/Slj65h9IrDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/MmfU2z-Vky4/s72-c/IMG_0128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234116146980397238.post-5895726768503135087</id><published>2009-07-09T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T12:31:52.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you been grateful today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_be9US2MYp2A/SlZFma_HzsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/bl0779I1vQw/s1600-h/IMG_0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356545333185203906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_be9US2MYp2A/SlZFma_HzsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/bl0779I1vQw/s320/IMG_0077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, be grateful. Be grateful for your favourite music, movies that make you feel good, for your phone that connects with people, for your computer, and for the electricity that lights up your life. Be grateful for air travel that flies you everywhere. Be grateful for the roads and the traffic lights that keep the traffic in order. Be grateful for those who built our bridges. Be grateful for your loved ones, for your child, for your pet, for your eyes that enable you to read this. Be grateful for your imagination. Be grateful that you can think. Be grateful that you can speak. Be grateful that you can laugh and smile. Be grateful that you can breathe. Be grateful that you are alive! Be grateful that you are YOU! - "The Secret"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, &lt;strong&gt;that's&lt;/strong&gt; what makes you feel good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234116146980397238-5895726768503135087?l=lizzaablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5895726768503135087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234116146980397238&amp;postID=5895726768503135087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default/5895726768503135087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default/5895726768503135087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/have-you-been-grateful-today.html' title='Have you been grateful today?'/><author><name>Lizzaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880476352404029450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_be9US2MYp2A/Sl3lwnatapI/AAAAAAAAAFU/agwwtAgvp3s/S220/12-06.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_be9US2MYp2A/SlZFma_HzsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/bl0779I1vQw/s72-c/IMG_0077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234116146980397238.post-4972528622863308712</id><published>2009-07-07T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T09:23:28.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kus ma oma eluga hetkel olen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_be9US2MYp2A/SlN1xVHKq-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/6DI7CnMd4aQ/s1600-h/IMG_0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355753872214895586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_be9US2MYp2A/SlN1xVHKq-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/6DI7CnMd4aQ/s320/IMG_0031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Ma t66tan ametlikult klaveri6petajana. Ja samuti t66tan yhes imearmsas kohvikus imen6meda bossiga. Loodetavasti, leian uue t66 varsti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Ma l2hen sygisest Bournville'i kolledzhisse Inglise keelt 6ppima. Minust peaks k6igi eelduste kohaselt 6petaja l6puks saama. English teacher abroad. Who knows. Maybe Estonia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Mu GP (arst) diagnoosis, et ma olen haige - ja selle haiguse nimi on EDNOS. Oh well.. whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Ma mediteerin iga p2ev.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Ma tulen varsti Eestisse ja ma ei j6ua 2ra oodata. Tahan k6iki n2ha!! Folgil saab vist nii m6nedki 2ra kallistatud! Arvatavasti n2ete mind enamus aeg mu pisi6ekesega koos j6lkumas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I am single and not looking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Ma olen paljud Eesti keelsed v2ljendid 2ra unustanud. Seega, paljud asjad on mu blogis inglise keeles. Sorri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Mu lemmiktoiduks on saanud kylmutatud viinamarjad. S66ks neid p2ev otsa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Ma olen viimased paar kuud veetnud kogu oma vaba aja yksi. Pooleldi, mu omal valikul, pooleldi 'cos of the circumstances. And because of this experience I do appreciate my dear friends in Estonia and friendships overall so damn much more! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Mul on liiga palju ebatervislikke harjumusi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. I'm setting goals and achieving them. I'm becoming a go-getter :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Uskumatu, et ma juba 4 aastat Armastanud olen. (=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Ma olen 6nnelikum, usinam ja targem, kui olin aasta tagasi. Jess!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234116146980397238-4972528622863308712?l=lizzaablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4972528622863308712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234116146980397238&amp;postID=4972528622863308712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default/4972528622863308712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default/4972528622863308712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/kus-ma-oma-eluga-hetkel-olen.html' title='Kus ma oma eluga hetkel olen?'/><author><name>Lizzaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880476352404029450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_be9US2MYp2A/Sl3lwnatapI/AAAAAAAAAFU/agwwtAgvp3s/S220/12-06.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_be9US2MYp2A/SlN1xVHKq-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/6DI7CnMd4aQ/s72-c/IMG_0031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234116146980397238.post-4797163642271229867</id><published>2009-07-06T23:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T23:44:08.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uus pealehakkamine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_be9US2MYp2A/SlLujHJaH1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/-EWeHlDJMJE/s1600-h/IMG_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355605193878282066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_be9US2MYp2A/SlLujHJaH1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/-EWeHlDJMJE/s320/IMG_0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma hakkan uuesti blogi kirjutama. Homsest :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enne pean siin m6ned asjad ymber s2ttima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234116146980397238-4797163642271229867?l=lizzaablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4797163642271229867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234116146980397238&amp;postID=4797163642271229867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default/4797163642271229867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default/4797163642271229867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/uus-pealehakkamine.html' title='Uus pealehakkamine.'/><author><name>Lizzaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880476352404029450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_be9US2MYp2A/Sl3lwnatapI/AAAAAAAAAFU/agwwtAgvp3s/S220/12-06.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_be9US2MYp2A/SlLujHJaH1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/-EWeHlDJMJE/s72-c/IMG_0050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234116146980397238.post-8506812711541233125</id><published>2008-11-10T02:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T02:24:17.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MESSSSS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ma ei leia Inglismaalt seda rahu, mida siia otsima tulin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;                    Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234116146980397238-8506812711541233125?l=lizzaablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8506812711541233125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234116146980397238&amp;postID=8506812711541233125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default/8506812711541233125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default/8506812711541233125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/2008/11/messsss.html' title='MESSSSS'/><author><name>Lizzaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880476352404029450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_be9US2MYp2A/Sl3lwnatapI/AAAAAAAAAFU/agwwtAgvp3s/S220/12-06.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234116146980397238.post-3963356247622205889</id><published>2008-10-04T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T03:58:30.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rahutu Tuhkatriinu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Kas te olete kunagi mõelnud, et olete tööluuserid ja et miski ei meeldi/sobi või et alati läheb midagi metsa? Well, vaadake minu viimase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;aasta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;töölisti:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Dets 2007-Jaan 2008 -&gt; McDonalds - burgerivalmistaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Jaanuar -&gt; Olton Taksobaas -&gt; Operaator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Veebr-Märts -&gt; "Mashwii" Araabia restoran - ettekandja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Märts - Juuni -&gt; "Monsoon" India restoran - ettekandja/baaridaam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Juuni -&gt; Knowle "Caffee Shop" - ettekandja, cashier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Juuli -&gt; "Walkers" šokolaadivabrik - robot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;August -&gt; "BT Promotion" - reklaamija&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;September -&gt; "Hilton" hotell - toateenindaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;September -&gt; "Padma" India restoran - baaridaam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Oktoober-&gt; "Sence" ööklubi - baaridaam&lt;br /&gt;November-Dets.-&gt; "Prince of Wales" - baaridaam, glass collector&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5234116146980397238-3963356247622205889?l=lizzaablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3963356247622205889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234116146980397238&amp;postID=3963356247622205889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default/3963356247622205889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default/3963356247622205889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/2008/10/rahutu-tuhkatriinu.html' title='Rahutu Tuhkatriinu.'/><author><name>Lizzaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880476352404029450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_be9US2MYp2A/Sl3lwnatapI/AAAAAAAAAFU/agwwtAgvp3s/S220/12-06.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234116146980397238.post-5651544388647105891</id><published>2008-05-02T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T06:09:22.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eesti.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Elva. Käia metsas mediteerimas, joosta kruusateedel, imetleda päikeseloojangut järve kaldal, kuulata looduse hääli ja nautida rahu ja vaikust - seda kõike saab siin teha. Ja seda kõike ma ka täiel rinnal teen! Ma olen taas Eesti loodusesse armunud!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Kahjuks aga mitte inimestesse. Te võite küll pahandada, aga minu jaoks on siinsed inimesed KÜLMAD, kadedad ja õelad! Nagu üks meeski ütels: "Eestlase rahvustoit on teine eestlane!" Pole ime, et kui noor inimene kord lahkub, tagasi enam tulla ei taha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Õnneks paljud minu sõbrad rabelevad negatiivsusest välja :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;13.Mai lähen tagasi. Tahaksin väga lõpetamistele jõuda, aga tundub, et see ei tule eriti kõne alla. Mu boss krigistaks hambaid xD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ahjaa, tahtsin teile soovitada üht head raamatut, mille Abdul mulle andis: "Celestine Prophecy" by James Redfield.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ja veel.. sügisest algab mu koolitee Birminghami kolledžis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234116146980397238-5651544388647105891?l=lizzaablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5651544388647105891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234116146980397238&amp;postID=5651544388647105891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default/5651544388647105891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default/5651544388647105891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/2008/05/eesti.html' title='Eesti.'/><author><name>Lizzaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880476352404029450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_be9US2MYp2A/Sl3lwnatapI/AAAAAAAAAFU/agwwtAgvp3s/S220/12-06.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234116146980397238.post-9116545582398216844</id><published>2008-03-27T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T04:28:15.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditatsioon..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ma olen viimasel ajal palju meditatsiooniga tegelenud. Iga p2evaga suudan rohkem endasse vaadata, iga p2evaga suudan rohkem keskenduda ja iga p2evaga tunnen yha enam, kuidas see mulle m6jub. Iga p2evaga tunnen tugevamat sidet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;See tehnika t66tab! Ma usun sellesse t2ielikult ja see muudab pisikeste tilgakeste abil mu elu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ma tean, teil on raske minust aru saada. Proovige ise ja te kogete seda.. siis m6istate. Te v6ite saavutada K6IKE, mida eales soovite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;"Meditation brings wisdom; lack of meditation leaves ignorance. Know well what leads you forward and what holds you back, and choose the path that leads to wisdom." - Buddha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234116146980397238-9116545582398216844?l=lizzaablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/feeds/9116545582398216844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234116146980397238&amp;postID=9116545582398216844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default/9116545582398216844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default/9116545582398216844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/2008/03/meditatsioon.html' title='Meditatsioon..'/><author><name>Lizzaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880476352404029450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_be9US2MYp2A/Sl3lwnatapI/AAAAAAAAAFU/agwwtAgvp3s/S220/12-06.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234116146980397238.post-5656036356665534238</id><published>2008-03-02T07:21:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T05:07:29.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He tells the story 'bout rastas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_be9US2MYp2A/R8rIQTmE1jI/AAAAAAAAAAY/5FawhEGDLk8/s1600-h/Giodioniga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_be9US2MYp2A/R8rIQTmE1jI/AAAAAAAAAAY/5FawhEGDLk8/s320/Giodioniga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173167304451872306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;here's always something to learn from everyone. Gidion, 27-years old rastafarian from Jamaica told me about lock-people:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;".. I'm clean and pure. I don't believe in any white mens' stuff such as Christmases, Fathers Days, religions etc. It doesn't exist. It's made up shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I won't get married, 'cause I'm a loner. I can have loads of women, but my women (Aijatas) can be only with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I'm never meeting up with a woman when they've got periods. It's filthy. That's why I can't live with a women. I'd never kiss a woman who'se done blowjob, smokes tobacco, drinks alchohol or eats meat. I'm vegan myself. No meat, eggs, milk or fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I don't believe in any God! I believe in Haile Selassie. I don't call my beliefs as a religion. I will live forever. I won't die 'cause i don't believe in Heaven or whatever you, white people, call it. I'll live!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have dreads? It's my purification. If I'm gonna have some serious shit in my life or any negatives vibes I have to get rid of my locks and start growing new ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;.. I'm totally natural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I smoke herbs. Yes. But it's stupid to think that I have to do it, 'cause I'm rasta. I'm smoking 'cause it's natural!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajesselin, Gidion! (Be well! in Jamaican language)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5234116146980397238-5656036356665534238?l=lizzaablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5656036356665534238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234116146980397238&amp;postID=5656036356665534238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default/5656036356665534238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default/5656036356665534238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/2008/03/he-tells-story-bout-rastas.html' title='He tells the story &apos;bout rastas.'/><author><name>Lizzaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880476352404029450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_be9US2MYp2A/Sl3lwnatapI/AAAAAAAAAFU/agwwtAgvp3s/S220/12-06.4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_be9US2MYp2A/R8rIQTmE1jI/AAAAAAAAAAY/5FawhEGDLk8/s72-c/Giodioniga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234116146980397238.post-8055677202535742603</id><published>2008-02-07T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T11:04:08.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eesti tydrukud vandaalitsemas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;See oli teisip2eva 6htu, kui Mina ja Katie 2ra keerasime. Ei teagi, mis meile p2he l6i. Lugu siis selline:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;Meil oli toas yks suur siidripudel. M6tlesime, et joome lihtsalt m6nusa tuju sisse. Saime sellega uskumatult kiiresti hakkama. Ei saanud kyllalt ja l2ksime poodi - "Wines And Spirits". Ostsime veel 2 pudelit ja k6ndisime Sparkhilli parki. Istusime seal, vihma tibutas, j6ime, j6ime, j6ime... Obvious, j2ime ruttu purju, sest polnud me ju kaua aega joonud (minu jaoks umbes poolteist aastat v2hemalt).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;Tagasi koduteel, viskasin viimase tyhjaks joodud pudeli t2nava peal kildudeks. Lihtsalt seep2rast, et ma seda varem teinud polnud xD. Siis hakkasime Katiega lollitama, lykkasime yksteist ja kallistasime ja naersime ja jorisesime. Noh, teate kyll neid purjus inimesi. Ja siis, leidsin maast pooliku telliskivi. J2rgmine hetk, mida m2letan oli see, et Katie viskas selle sama telliskivi bussipeatuse aknasse. Ja loomulikult, sattusin ekstaasi ja viskasin selle sama akna t2iesti sodi. We just smashed the fucking bus stop Im telling you. Katiel ei saanud kyllalt ja tahtis ka teist bussipeatust smashima hakata, aga ma kuulsin kaugelt juba politsei sireeni ja karjusin Katiele: "Katie, politsei! Jookseme!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;J2rgmisel hetkel olime jooksus.. M66da Stratford Roadi.. Keerasime yhest k6rvalt2navast sisse ja peitsime end tunnelisse. Politsei otsis meid, aga need crackheadid on nii lollid, et nad panid m66da valet t2navat yles. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;Kui oht m66das tundus olevat, l2ksime koju. 66 polnud minu jaoks veel l2bi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;Ma ei joo enam kunagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234116146980397238-8055677202535742603?l=lizzaablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8055677202535742603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234116146980397238&amp;postID=8055677202535742603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default/8055677202535742603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default/8055677202535742603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/2008/02/eesti-tydrukud-vandaalitsemas.html' title='Eesti tydrukud vandaalitsemas.'/><author><name>Lizzaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880476352404029450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_be9US2MYp2A/Sl3lwnatapI/AAAAAAAAAFU/agwwtAgvp3s/S220/12-06.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234116146980397238.post-5489782458157190506</id><published>2008-02-04T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T08:12:37.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun is shining the weather is sweet yeah..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Ali ja Shaqil (meie Pakistani s6brakesed) k2isid eile shoppamas. Nad ostsid mingi imelikut laadi haamri ja lillat v2rvi vedeliku (ma ei tea, mis). Samuti ostsid nad kummikindad. K6ik selleks, et pimeduse saabudes yht autot 6hku minna laskma. See neiu, kellele auto kuulus, oli teinud midagi halba nende s6brale. Ja nemad maksid k2tte. Nii lihtsalt siin asjad k2ivadki..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Ma olin sees yhest v2ga armsast ja seksikast noormehest. Pakistanist. Aga ma pidin ta j2tma. Sest, kui oleksin tahtnud temaga koos olla, oleksin pidanud moslemiks hakkama. Ma oleksin pidanud r2tti kandma ja oleksin pidanud tema vanemate pool elama. Oleksin pidanud Aasia toite kypsetama 6ppima ja tema vanemate s6na kuulama. Samuti oleksin k6iki ta sugulaste lapsi  hoidma pidanud. Sest need pered on suuuuuuured. Ma ei oleks tohtinud omada oma elu, vaid pyhendama end talle ja ta perekonnale. Ja palvetama.. Allahi poole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Selline elu pole mulle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Kuidas tunda 2ra maja, kus kasvatatakse kanepit? K6ige parem on siis, kui lund on just sadanud. Majade katused on lumised, va. kanepimajade omad. Tavaliselt kasvatakse kanepit ylemisel korrusel ja need toad on v2ga soojad, nagu paistaks seal alati p2ike. Alumisel korrusel elavad tavaliselt 1-2 inimest, kes k2ivad kaks korda p2evas taimi kastmas ja valgust s2ttimas. Nad kannavad natuke k6rgemaid jalan6usid (sest p6rand v6ib olla natuke m2rg) ja raudselt ka kindaid (et s6rmej2lgi ei j22ks). Neil on koer. Kardinad on alati ees ja uksekoputustele nad ei vasta. Yhest toast teenivad nad kasumit umbes £15 000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;2Grammi Dutch 6it = £15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;2Grammi Cheese = £20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Ma igatsen Eestit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;T2naseks k6ik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5234116146980397238-5489782458157190506?l=lizzaablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5489782458157190506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234116146980397238&amp;postID=5489782458157190506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default/5489782458157190506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default/5489782458157190506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/2008/02/sun-is-shining-weather-is-sweet-yeah.html' title='Sun is shining the weather is sweet yeah..'/><author><name>Lizzaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880476352404029450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_be9US2MYp2A/Sl3lwnatapI/AAAAAAAAAFU/agwwtAgvp3s/S220/12-06.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234116146980397238.post-2496483308815192028</id><published>2008-02-02T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T04:14:52.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>N6uanne.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Palun, kallid s6brad! J22ge koju ja nautige KODUS olemist nii kaua, kui veel v2hegi saate!&lt;br /&gt;Oma elu peale minek ei ole kerge..&lt;br /&gt;&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/5234116146980397238-2496483308815192028?l=lizzaablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2496483308815192028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234116146980397238&amp;postID=2496483308815192028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default/2496483308815192028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default/2496483308815192028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/2008/02/n6uanne.html' title='N6uanne.'/><author><name>Lizzaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880476352404029450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_be9US2MYp2A/Sl3lwnatapI/AAAAAAAAAFU/agwwtAgvp3s/S220/12-06.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234116146980397238.post-399304799181239941</id><published>2008-01-28T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T11:06:51.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stratford Road, Hall Green -&gt; Random jutt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#ff9900;" &gt;Kas ma olen Inglismaal v6i olen ma Pakistanis? - See kysimus saadab mind tihti nendel t2navatel ringi jalutades. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonalds. Teate, see t66 on jube! Jah, ma t66tasin seal umbes kuu aega ja siis lasin jalga! Ma tegin umbes 300 filet-o-fish`i p2evas, jooksin ringi nagu segane, haisesin 6li ja burgerite j2rgi, l6hkusin paar grilli ja muid asju 2ra ja loomulikult.. ylemused vingusid vahetpidamata ("Why are you wearing wrong shoes? Why were you late? Where are my burgers, Ene!!?? Why there is lettuce in that chicken sandwich? Where is the cheese? Why there`s no nuggets in the shelf? Why don`t you wear a hearband?" etc.. ) Krrrr! Mitte minu jaoks. V2hemalt olen 6nnelik kogemuse eest :). (Jah, eks iga tydruku unistus on kunagi Birminghami M2kis t66tada, eks).&lt;br /&gt;Haah! Ja mis seal juhtus! Meid r66viti KAKS korda yhe n2dala jooksul! Mustanahalised mehed jooksid sisse, hyppasid yle frontcounteri, vehkisid relvadega, v6tsid raha ja l2ksid minema. Ja sama asi juhtus paar p2eva hiljem. T2PSELT sama asi xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Meie toas on kanepiladu. Meie toredad s6brakesed peavad ka raha kuidagi teenima ja me aitame neid, laenates oma tuba. xD. Selline pisike armas kaal on meil ka olemas, mis kaalub t2pselt, kas kotikesse saab ikka 2Grammi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meie majakaaslane, Richard, varastab meie j22tist, mune ja piima! Ja kasutab meie kaussi! Ja veab purjus tydrukuid oma tuppa. Ja siis r22gib, et tahab minuga suhet. What a dickhead xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aasia mehed. Teate, mina yksinda t2navatel k6ndida ei taha! Ma tunnen end nagu tulnukana v6i muu olendina, keda nad kunagi enne n2inud pole, sest nad J6LLITAVAD, nagu t6elised p2rdikud, noh! Nad on 2ra 6ppinud, kuidas Poola keeles "Tere" 6elda ja eks nad siis hiilgavad oma teadmisega.. Teadmata, et ma pole mingi fucking poolakas!&lt;br /&gt;Eks neid abieluettepanekuid kukub siit ja sealt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahjaa, meid visatakse homme v2lja :D. Meie landlord on n-a-t-u-k-e-n-e pahane meie peale, et me pole yyri maksnud ja et mingit deposiiti ka pole. Janoh, seda ta veel ei tea, et ta vaiba kogemata 2ra p6letasime xD. Aga me ei kavatsegi maksta! £85 n2dalas on liiga palju meiesuguste jaoks! Me laseme siit hoopis jalga, ilma maksmata. L2heme kuhugi s6bra juurde elama.. loodetavasti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jah, mu aeg saab nyyd siin raamatukogus otsa. Eks ma kirjutan millalgi j2llleeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5234116146980397238-399304799181239941?l=lizzaablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/feeds/399304799181239941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234116146980397238&amp;postID=399304799181239941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default/399304799181239941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default/399304799181239941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/2008/01/stratford-road-hall-green-random-jutt.html' title='Stratford Road, Hall Green -&gt; Random jutt'/><author><name>Lizzaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880476352404029450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_be9US2MYp2A/Sl3lwnatapI/AAAAAAAAAFU/agwwtAgvp3s/S220/12-06.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234116146980397238.post-4758619254118933924</id><published>2008-01-12T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T04:47:52.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kui te vaid teaksite.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oi, siin Birminghamis on elu hull. Elu on lihtsalt HULL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ma peaks mainima, et ma olen totaalselt muutunud. Sisemiselt, v2limiselt ja k6ige muu poolest. Raske kirjeldada, aga, kui peaksite mind kunagi kusagil Tartu t2naval jalutamas n2gema, m6tlete kymme korda enne l2bi, kas tulla minuga r22kima v6i mitte. Sest te ei suuda uskuda, et see olen mina ja te ei taha end lolliks teha, kui ei ole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Aga arvatavasti olen see mina. Teistmoodi mina. Elu suudab yhel hetkel nii pea peale end p66rata, et tunned, et pole muud v6imalust, kui kaasa minna. Isegi, kui k6ik, mis see endaga kaasa toob, tundub algul n6me ja mitte-sinulik. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2rge siis, palun, m6elge, et ma olen alla k2inud ja tobe. Pigem muutuv (mis on ju m6nes m6ttes positiivne, v6i mis?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mul on inglise keelsed unen2od. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;See ya!&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/5234116146980397238-4758619254118933924?l=lizzaablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4758619254118933924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234116146980397238&amp;postID=4758619254118933924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default/4758619254118933924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default/4758619254118933924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/2008/01/kui-te-vaid-teaksite.html' title='Kui te vaid teaksite.'/><author><name>Lizzaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880476352404029450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_be9US2MYp2A/Sl3lwnatapI/AAAAAAAAAFU/agwwtAgvp3s/S220/12-06.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234116146980397238.post-4662069784008098719</id><published>2007-11-06T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T04:38:35.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kas te oskate imestada?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Olete märganud, kuidas väikelapsed imestavad iga pisimagi asja üle? Kui ekstaasi nad lähevad nt. koera vm. elusolendit nähes? Kui nad avastavad peegli? Kui õnnelikud nad on, avastades kasvõi oma tagaaeda? Milline õnn on poriloigus mängida? Kui palju rõõmu nad elust leiavad?&lt;br /&gt;Teen ühe mõttelise eksperimendi:&lt;br /&gt;Võtan tegelasteks Pupsiku (oletame, et ta on ühe-kahe aastane) ja Kelly, Cleeli. Nad on kõik ühes toas. Cleeli on süvenenud õppimisse, Kelly ja Pupsik mängivad nukkudega. Järsku muutub Kelly nahavärv, Pupsiku nähes, siniseks! Mis sa arvad, kuidas Pupsik reageerib? Võib-olla naerab ja ütleb: "Kelly on sinine!" Kindlasti paneb see Pupsiku imestama, aga mitte rohkem kui tavaliselt. Suured teevad ju pidevalt imelikke asju, nii et väike värvimuutus ei muuda tema silmis midagi.&lt;br /&gt;Cleeli kuulis, mida Pupsik ütles ja pööras silmad raamatult Kelly poole. Nähes teda sinisena, hakkab ta ehmatusest karjuma. Teda haarab pigem õudus kui imestus.&lt;br /&gt;Miks nad nii erinevalt reageerivad? - harjumus. Cleeli on piisavalt vana ja on harjunud, et inimesed ei saa siniseks muutuda. Pupsik seda aga õppinud pole. Tema jaoks on maailm üks suur avastus.&lt;br /&gt;"Kahju, et gravitatsiooniseadus pole ainus asi, millega me suuremaks kasvades ära harjume. Samamoodi harjume kogu maailma kui niisugusega." - J. Gaarder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tundub, et suureks saades kaotame oskuse maailma üle imestada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5234116146980397238-4662069784008098719?l=lizzaablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4662069784008098719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234116146980397238&amp;postID=4662069784008098719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default/4662069784008098719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default/4662069784008098719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/2007/11/kas-te-oskate-imestada.html' title='Kas te oskate imestada?'/><author><name>Lizzaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880476352404029450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_be9US2MYp2A/Sl3lwnatapI/AAAAAAAAAFU/agwwtAgvp3s/S220/12-06.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234116146980397238.post-3985523674030052497</id><published>2007-11-03T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T04:39:02.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Miks ma ei saa südant sundida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ja kes selle tobeda väljenduse üldse välja mõtles!?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234116146980397238-3985523674030052497?l=lizzaablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3985523674030052497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234116146980397238&amp;postID=3985523674030052497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default/3985523674030052497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default/3985523674030052497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/2007/11/miks-ma-ei-saa-sdant-sundida-kes-selle.html' title=''/><author><name>Lizzaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880476352404029450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_be9US2MYp2A/Sl3lwnatapI/AAAAAAAAAFU/agwwtAgvp3s/S220/12-06.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234116146980397238.post-6006321054698220151</id><published>2007-10-31T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T02:40:10.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maktub.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Armastus on iseväärtus, tal pole eesmärke ega tähendust. Armastuses on alati teatud määral meeletust. Sest te ei oska põhjendada, miks te armastate. Teie igapäevaelus on kõigel oma eesmärk - armastusel mitte. Armastus - see on teie elu tants. Vaat miks eesmärgiinimestele tundub armastus hullumeelsusena. Ent neile, kes on armastusest teadlikud, on see ainus loomulik ja normaalne asi. Ilma armastuseta võib inimene olla rikas, terve, kuulus - ent ta ei saa olla normaalne, kuna ei tea midagi sisemistest väärtustest. Armastajad ei vaja psühhiaatrilist ravi. Tegelikult on armastus suurim tervendav jõud elus. Tavaline hullumeelsus on mõttetu, ent hullumeelsus, mida nimetatakse armastuseks, kannab endas sügavat mõtet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Vaadake armunud inimese nägu - tema silmis on uut sügavust, uut võlu, uut ilu. Armastus muudab inimese otsekohe. Inimene, kes ei suuda armastada, ei saa olla arukas, õilis, kaunis. Tema elu on tragöödia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Inimesed arvavad, et nad suudavad armastada vaid siis, kui nad on leidnud teise inimese, kes seda väärib - täiusliku mehe või naise. Jama! Te mitte kunagi ei leia sellist inimest, sest täiuslikku meest ja naist ei ole olemas. Ja kui nad oleksidki olemas, siis neid ei erutaks teie armastus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Olen kuulnud inimesest, kes jäi vanapoisiks, kuna oli otsinud täiuslikku naist. Kui ta sai 70, küsis keegi temalt: "Te olete palju ringi reisinud - Kabulist Katmandusse, Katmandust Goasse, Goast Poonasse - te otsite. Kas leidsite täusliku naise?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Vanamees muutus väga kurvaks. Ta ütles: "Jah, ükskord ma kohtasin üht täiuslikku naist." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Ja mis sest sai, miks te ei abiellunud?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ta muutus veelgi kurvemaks, kui vastas: "Mis parata, tema otsis täiuslikku meest." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Armastus on sügav aje olla tervikuga üks, sügav stiimul lahustuda Mina ja Sina ühinemises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                             - Osho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armastus on ülim. Aitäh, Rate.ee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234116146980397238-6006321054698220151?l=lizzaablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6006321054698220151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234116146980397238&amp;postID=6006321054698220151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default/6006321054698220151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default/6006321054698220151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/2007/10/armastus-on-isevrtus-tal-pole-eesmrke.html' title='Maktub.'/><author><name>Lizzaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880476352404029450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_be9US2MYp2A/Sl3lwnatapI/AAAAAAAAAFU/agwwtAgvp3s/S220/12-06.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234116146980397238.post-5427058147965773740</id><published>2007-10-11T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T12:08:00.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Krrrrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Iga päevaga märkan üha enam, kui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ülbed, vastikud, kadedad, mitte-naeratavad, vinguvad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ja KÜLMAD &lt;/span&gt;inimesed Eestis on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mina lähen ära!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5234116146980397238-5427058147965773740?l=lizzaablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5427058147965773740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234116146980397238&amp;postID=5427058147965773740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default/5427058147965773740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default/5427058147965773740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/2007/10/krrrrrr.html' title='Krrrrrr'/><author><name>Lizzaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880476352404029450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_be9US2MYp2A/Sl3lwnatapI/AAAAAAAAAFU/agwwtAgvp3s/S220/12-06.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5234116146980397238.post-6749614425423128862</id><published>2007-10-02T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T06:25:20.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Otsustasin teile kirjutada natuke (seda on tõesti Natuke, sest Rohkem ei viitsi ega taha) minu ja Katie nn. "hullumeelsest" reisist, sest ma lihtsalt ei jõua kõikidele ühte ja sama juttu korduvalt rääkida. Ja siit see tuleb:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Algas kõik nii..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jah, ma olin just Inglismaalt koju jõudnud. Katie, mu pisike hulluke, tegi ettepaneku Hispaaniasse hääletada. Olime sellest ammu juba rääkinud, et peame koos sellise reisi ette võtma. Ja nüüd klappis kõik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Oleme Augusti lõpuks tagasi" - oli meie kokkulepe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Alustasime oma teekonda 30.ndal Juulil. Elvast rongiga Valka (Aitäh Kälverile, Inarile, Kellyle, Cleelile, Miole ja ka Anule (!)  meie ärasaatmise eest!), jala Lätti ja edasi häälega lõuna poole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Algus ei olnud eriti paljutõotav. Seisime sildiga "Poland" vist vähemalt tund aega. Situatsiooni tegi eriti nukraks vihm. Polnud hullu. Saime järgmiseks päevaks juba Poola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ma ei hakka kõikidest hääletuspäevadest pikemalt kirjutama. Pean mainima, et kohtasime VÄGA toredaid ja abivalmis inimesi! Au ja kiitus neile! Jutt, et Poolas on ohtlik hääletada, on jama! Poolas olid kõige meeldivamad inimesed üldse (Seda täheldasin juba eelmise aasta Hispaania-tripil).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Märksõnadeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;: Poola lahked vuntsid, "kurva!", Resting Aread, kauaoodatud KAKAO, dušid bensukates, Pascal ja ta sõber Prantsusmaalt!, ootamatu Šveitsis käik, Andrea Saksamaalt (Aitäh telgikoha eest), rekkad, kommid ja krõpsud kallitest tanklatest, magamata ööd, maantee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sabadell Sud vs. Gambia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nekanulee - Ma armastan sind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sumolje - Kuidas läheb?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ibidje - Hästi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ininjata - Sa oled ilus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sabadell on Barcelona provints. Elasime seal koos 12 Gambia mehega. Õppisime nende keelt (Mandinkat), kultuuri, kombeid jm. Tegelikult me õppisime neilt enamatki - ÜHTSUST ja ARMASTUST! Kuidas nad hoiavad oma peret ja sõpru ja kuidas nad naeratavad peaaegu igas olukorras! Nad armastasid mind ja Katiet nagu oleksime nende pisikesed õekesed. Rastafaarid! Nende suurimateks eeskujudeks olid muidugi Bob Marley ja Morgan Heritage. Kuigi, mulle ei jõudnudki kohale, kuidas saab olla üheaegselt nii moslem (mida on tunnistatud kui üheks vägivaldseimaks usundiks) kui ka rastafaar. Ma sain hüüdnime: Rasta-baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Vahel, vannituppa minnes, kuulsime kõrvaltoast tulevad laulmist ja palvetamist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nad helistasid oma vanematele mitu korda nädalas. Rohkem kui mina või Katie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nad kohtlesid meid kui printsesse. Me ei pidanud koristama, süüa tegema või ostma, arvete eest maksma vms. Me ei pidanud mitte midagi tegema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Põhitoiduks oli riis, mille kõrvale valmistasid nad erinevaid kastmeid. Ja see oli kuradi HEA! Kujutate ette, me sõime riisi KUU aega järjest! Näppudega söömise kommet me neilt üle ei võtnud. Oeh, igatsen seda riisi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Modou, Baba, Dauda, Ali, Keha (me panime mõndadele omad nimed, sest pärisnimed olid liiga rasked), Kebba, Ismael, Modou vend, Spea, Fo, Kollase-särgi-mees, Prince, Samoi jnejne.. Igatsen teid kõiki omal moel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pea peal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jah, KÕIK oli pea peal! Vastus paljude küsimusele: Miks me pruunid ei ole? - Sest me elasime öösiti! Sel ajal, kui Päike alustas kõrvetamist, magasime meie nagu notid oma voodites (või maas). Tavaliselt oli eelmine öö neetult tegevusterohke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hašš&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; - kaaslane, sõber. Suitsetasime 4-5 jointi päevas. Me ei pidanud selle eest kunagi maksma. 5 jointi päevas.. Täiesti mitte-Ene ja mitte-Katie. Aga nii oli. Ja see oli hea. See oli Vabadus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Isegi raudteejaama turvamehed andsid tüki. Tükk siit ja tükk sealt. Seda oli kõikjal. Uuhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Üritasin küll teha jointivabu päevi, aga see ei tahtnud väga õnnestuda (Katie sai vist 7 päevaga hakkama!). Tahaks süü veeretada kümnete diilersõprade ja Hispaania peale. Aga ei. Ma ise tahtsin. Ma armastasin seda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Peale kõige selle oli nässus ka toitumisrežiim. Või õigemini, mingit režiimi polnudki. Sõime suurtes kogustes riisi (Sest Aafrika-sõprade arvates olime liiga kribud) ja virsikuid. Suvalisel ajal sõime saiu ja meie traditsiooniliseks joogiks sai mahl, mille kehtivusaeg lõppes 2009. aastal. Minust sai veel Snickersi friik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Vaimset elu ei olnud ollagi. Polnud aega mõelda ega mediteerida. Sest Barcelona ei maga, Barcelona ei puhka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;La Rambla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ehk peatänav Barcelonas. Turistihunnik! Siiski, päevane ja öine La Rambla erinevad üksteisest sootuks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Päeval võib seal näha korralikke turiste kallite kaamerate ja shopingukottidega, inimkujusid (Inimesed, kes maskeerusid kellekski/millekski ja teenisid niimoodi raha. Panid sendi sisse, kuju liigutas.), palju (turisti)poode, showsid (nt. breigishow või Michael Jacksoni jäljendaja) jnejne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aga öösiti.. Purjus inimesed, diilerid, vargad, prostituudid, "Serbesa-Beer"-müüjad (illegaalsed pakistani õllemüüjad), jalutud/kätetud kerjajad, palju squattereid, jms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kas nüüd saite aru, miks elasime öösiti? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maoz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Taimetoidurestoran (kas see sõna käib kokku?) La Ramblal. Koht, mida igatsen. Enamus öised müüjad olid meie sõbrakesed :). See restoran andis öösiti vaestele tasuta ülejääva söögi (Mis on tegelikult täiesti normaalne, sest muidu viskaksid nad selle lihtsalt ära! Vot, Eesti! Võta õppust!). Need suurepärased falafelid ja friikartulid ja missugune salatite valik!! Hea muusika+lõbus seltskond toidu ootamise ajal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tavaliselt, kui olime söögi kätte saanud, läksime Šaša, Larsi ja Carlosega La Ramblale piknikut pidama. Istusime maas ja sõime. Mind üllatas, kui ühel ööl salapolitsei meid sealt minema ajas, sest "maas ei tohi süüa"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Inimesed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tahan kirjutada inimestest, keda ära unustada oleks lausa kuritegu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Manuel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-&gt; 25-aastane noormees Venezuelast. Töötas meie lemmik-taimetoidurestoranis - Maoz! Ta avaldas mulle sügavat muljet. Ta oli aus, spontaanne, positiivne, lõbus, töökas.. Ma leidsin temas mingi enneolematu sära! Isegi restorani aknaid pestes oli tal lahke naeratus näol ja ta tegi seda, nagu see oleks kõige meeldivam tegevus üldse! Ta ei keerutanud, vaid ütles otsekoheselt, mida arvab. Ütles tõde.. Isegi siis, kui seda valus kuulata oli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Carlos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; -&gt; Samuti Lõuna-Ameerikast. Lihtsalt USKUMATU inimene! Pikkade metsikute rastade, katkiste riiete, tatoveeringutega.. Katie arvamuse kohaselt meenutas ta välimuselt Bob Marleyt. Minu jaoks oli ta aga ehtne džungli-mees! Ta võttis mult Henna-süütuse, tehes ühe jalale ja teise randmele. Ta elas mägedes telgis, ta oli nii paljudes kohtades rännanud (ka Indias!). Inimene, kes elab hetkes! Tänu temale leidsime Tarvo - ainukese eestlase, keda Hispaanias kohtasime (Oi, kui te oleksite Katiet sel hetkel näinud!! :D ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ma ei saanudki temaga hüvasti jätta, sest lahkumine läks meil kiireks. Aga seda meest ei unusta ma küll mitte iial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Meie kodutud sõbrad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; -&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Inglismaalt, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ja &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Hollandist, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bomba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Saksamaalt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Šaša&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Inglismaalt ja tema koer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;, Rootsist. Me õppisime neilt kõigilt midagi juurde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Näiteks, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bomba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;, kes on kõige tõelisem punkar, keda iial kohanud olen! Talle lihtsalt meeldib "mängida" :) . Ta hirmutas vanainimesi, ta suudles vägisi võõrad tüdrukuid tänaval, ta varastas kelnerite jootraha, ta jõi tühjaks välikohvikute laudadele jäetud joogid (kui süüa taldrikutel leidus, kadus seegi tema kõhtu), ta ei hoolinud absoluutsel mitte millestki! Kohati oli ta liiga hulluke, aga tegelikult inspireeris see tüüp mind kõvasti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Prince &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-&gt; Minu KÕIGE parem sõber Barcelonast. Prince oli see, kes mind rasketel aegadel lohutas. Tema oli see, kes mulle nõu andis ja kes mind nii väga hoidis. Minu vend! Ta on siiras ja tohutult HEA inimene! Aitäh mälestuste eest :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; -&gt; Temaga on meil asjad veel pooleli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ja veel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;Alejandro, Jake, Brody, Jace, Gizo, Gage, Atif (Naljakas!!), Kenny, Huck, Marco, Parros, Havier, Carlos (Sitges-st), Pascal jnejne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kodumaale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Planeeritud kolme nädala asemel veetsime Barcelona metsikut elu elades kaks kuud. Ja, kuigi koduigatsus oli suur, ei tahtnud kuidagi lahkuda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kolmapäeval, 26.ndal Augustil, väljusin Tallinna lennujaama hoonest ja ma tundsin: Siin on KÜLM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Katiele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nüüdseks oleme koos läbi käinud nii tulest ja veest. Oli raskeid aegu, oli lõbusaid seiku. Kõike oli küllalt. Aga me saime hakkama. Jõudsime koos Eestisse (Mäletad Liius Keili reaktsiooni!?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ma usun, et meie side on nüüd tugevam kui varem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Millal tagasi, kullake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5234116146980397238-6749614425423128862?l=lizzaablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6749614425423128862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5234116146980397238&amp;postID=6749614425423128862' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default/6749614425423128862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5234116146980397238/posts/default/6749614425423128862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizzaablog.blogspot.com/2007/10/ta-soovitas-sotsiaalttajaks.html' title='Hola!'/><author><name>Lizzaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09880476352404029450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_be9US2MYp2A/Sl3lwnatapI/AAAAAAAAAFU/agwwtAgvp3s/S220/12-06.4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
