<?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-3306147538695135725</id><updated>2012-02-08T14:49:32.261+02:00</updated><title type='text'>҉     Ära ärata mind, ma vist und taas näen   ♡</title><subtitle type='html'>Kas peaksin kinni hoidma kõigest, mis on libisenud käest - julmalt ennast pettes tegelikkust eitades?  Unustades kõik, 
valust karjudes, et mul ükskõik.
Puruks rebida see õis, 
mis meenutamas eilset, mis laenaks vastuseid
sillutamaks ainuõigeid teid  annaks jõudu ärgata ja silmad avada. ◕‿◕</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>147</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-3504082676598460405</id><published>2012-01-31T17:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T17:54:17.220+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mul on mõtted segased, mida kirja ei oska panna!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-3504082676598460405?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/3504082676598460405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/3504082676598460405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2012/01/mul-on-motted-segased-mida-kirja-ei.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-1876284298804684776</id><published>2012-01-18T15:56:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T15:56:45.243+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Minu tavaline argipäev:&lt;br /&gt;6:50 äratus&lt;br /&gt;7:15 hommikukohv&lt;br /&gt;7:30 sõidan kooli&lt;br /&gt;7:40 Olen koolis&lt;br /&gt;11:25 Ikka koolis&lt;br /&gt;14:00 tunnid lõppevad&lt;br /&gt;~15:00 jõuan koju&lt;br /&gt;~15:05 söön&lt;br /&gt;~15:40 arvuti sisselülitamine&lt;br /&gt;16:00 Hakkan õppima&lt;br /&gt;22:00 lõpetan õppimise&lt;br /&gt;~23:00 Head ööd !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-1876284298804684776?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/1876284298804684776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/1876284298804684776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2012/01/minu-tavaline-argipaev-650-aratus-715.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-2712619027125876325</id><published>2012-01-17T20:53:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T20:53:27.829+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Olen täna kuidagi väga väsinud ja räbal. Ma ei suuda enam ära oodata kuni saab mööda 65 päeva, ja mil kool juba ükskord läbi saab. Kuid siis pole ka see veel lõplikult läbi, eksamid on veel ees. Kuid minul ei ole õnneks neid palju, kõigest 3 tükki. Kaks olen suutnud juba ära teha, ja olen selle üle väga rahul.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Homme täitub meil ( minu Tähekesega ) 10 kuud. Mis on vägagi rõõmustav uudis! See on täiesti uskumatu, et me oleme suutnud niikaua üksteise vingumisi ja näägutamisi välja taluda. Aga ehk asi on tõelises Armastuses, sest me armastame üksteist nii väga ja see aitab meid halvematel hetkedel. Kuid on ka häid aegu ning neid on ka ikka rohkem. &amp;nbsp;- Kallis, tea seda, et ma armastan sind tunduvalt rohkem kui sa arvatagi oskad. Oled mulle mu aare, mis teeb mind õnnelikuks. Sinule mõeldes kaovad kõik mured ja ma olen kui teises maailmas. Tavaliselt, kui tahaksin sulle midagi südamest väga kirjutada, siis mõtted jooksevad lukku ja mida olen varem suutnud kirja panna tunduvad nii mõttetud ja tühised. Sest sa kuuled iga päev seda, et ma armastan sind meeletult. See sõna on juba kaotanud oma õige tähenduse. See on umbes nii nagu sõna "abrakadabra " mille tähendust tegelikult polegi. Tähenduseta võlusõna.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Uuest aastast on möödumas juba kolmas nädal. Olen nii õnnelik, et õiget talve ei ole veel tulnud. Eelmine aasta sellel ajal oli kohe kindlasti -20 C Aga tänavutalv ei ole! See on lihtsalt nii super uudis. Kuna ma kardan külma, siis egas ma ei ootagi ei miinus kümmet ega rohkemat. Mulle sobiks miinus kolm kraadi ja ongi hea.&lt;br /&gt;Kõige parem oleks veel, kui kevad juba tuleks! Kevad - Ma ootan sind !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-2712619027125876325?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/2712619027125876325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/2712619027125876325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2012/01/olen-tana-kuidagi-vaga-vasinud-ja-rabal.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-4706693156531004249</id><published>2012-01-08T18:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T18:39:14.039+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Homsest pöördume siis rutiinsesse argipäeva. Väga cool! -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-4706693156531004249?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/4706693156531004249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/4706693156531004249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2012/01/homsest-poordume-siis-rutiinsesse.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-1775234829422956278</id><published>2012-01-05T16:58:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T16:58:44.780+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Elu on liiga lühike, et veeta seda inimestega, kes imevad sinust elurõõmu välja. Kui keegi tahab sind enda ellu, siis teeb ta sulle ruumi. Sa ei peaks oma koha pärast võitlema. Ära kunagi suru end kellegi ellu, kes ilmselgelt sind sinna ei taha. Olulised pole inimsesed, kes seisavad su juures hiigelaegadel, vaid need, kes toetavad sind raskustes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-1775234829422956278?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/1775234829422956278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/1775234829422956278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2012/01/elu-on-liiga-luhike-et-veeta-seda.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-6412835712252254847</id><published>2012-01-05T16:56:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T16:56:19.768+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/arCi1LZYKwE/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/arCi1LZYKwE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/arCi1LZYKwE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-6412835712252254847?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/6412835712252254847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/6412835712252254847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-8765052777400727359</id><published>2011-12-30T20:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T20:50:31.293+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mu jalg on paranemise teel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8HGe0WvdCAM/Tv4G3DZjoSI/AAAAAAAAA2A/wyQ7zHJg7xM/s1600/09209122323418.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8HGe0WvdCAM/Tv4G3DZjoSI/AAAAAAAAA2A/wyQ7zHJg7xM/s320/09209122323418.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jalg nägi välja 8.ndal detsembril selline, nagu pildil näha. :o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-8765052777400727359?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/8765052777400727359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/8765052777400727359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/12/mu-jalg-on-paranemise-teel.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8HGe0WvdCAM/Tv4G3DZjoSI/AAAAAAAAA2A/wyQ7zHJg7xM/s72-c/09209122323418.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-7566488153995440199</id><published>2011-12-11T12:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T13:01:54.775+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ma ei mõista, mis mul küll viimastel päevadel viga on? Esiteks nikastasin jala ära ja olen nagu sant, iseseisvalt kõndida ei saa.. Ohh mul on nii kuadi siiber. Nüüd siis eile kadus pilt silme eest täielikult ära ja minestasin. Ma ei mäleta sellest mitte kui midagi. Ise mõtlen küll, et kuidas see nii juhtuda sai ja see ka veel et ma ei mäleta ? Pidevalt mõtlen ja mõtlen aga midagi ei koida. Mis toimub? Vererõhk on ka täiega paigast ära. Hetkelgi ei tunne ma end piisavalt hästi, kuna selline kahtlane on olla. Õrnalt iiveldab või midagi ? Ma ei saa aru ka.. Mis minuga toimub ?? : |&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-7566488153995440199?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/7566488153995440199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/7566488153995440199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/12/ma-ei-moista-mis-mul-kull-viimastel.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-3993102143769100747</id><published>2011-12-05T16:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T16:59:55.861+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rcYQfbUif-4/TttM3qmUSRI/AAAAAAAAA10/BY2AxCzP9HQ/s1600/IMGP3009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rcYQfbUif-4/TttM3qmUSRI/AAAAAAAAA10/BY2AxCzP9HQ/s400/IMGP3009.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kui kuldkollane päike soojendaks su nägu,&lt;br /&gt;Kui õrn tuuleiil sasiks hellalt su juukseid,&lt;br /&gt;Kui vaikne merekohin paitaks su kõrvu,&lt;br /&gt;Kui päikeseloojang lummab teid kahte,&lt;br /&gt;Mida tunned, kui suled silmad sel hetkel?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-3993102143769100747?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/3993102143769100747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/3993102143769100747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/12/kui-kuldkollane-paike-soojendaks-su.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rcYQfbUif-4/TttM3qmUSRI/AAAAAAAAA10/BY2AxCzP9HQ/s72-c/IMGP3009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-4381800244616162744</id><published>2011-12-04T12:23:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T12:29:50.713+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ma kardan, et ei tule mitte lõbus päev. Homme peame me istuma tervelt kuus tundi ja kirjandit kirjutama.Täpsemalt siis proovikirjandit, mis peab olema vähemalt 800 sõna. Ja kuue tunniga !? Peame jõudma veel ka läbi&amp;nbsp;lugema&amp;nbsp;tekstid, mis meile antakse, ning.. mille põhjal peame kirjutama vastused. Kusagil neli küsimust. Vastus peab olema saja sõnaline. Ja siis veel nelja saja sõnaline kirjand. See kõik peab mahtuma kuue tunni sisse. Uuuuuuuh kui masendav päev. Üldse ei oota seda viiendat detsembrit. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-4381800244616162744?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/4381800244616162744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/4381800244616162744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/12/ma-kardan-et-ei-tule-mitte-lobus-paev.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-8447030434839648599</id><published>2011-11-29T21:10:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T21:11:52.785+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kolmas päev möödub koos kopsudes oleva valuga. Täna on ikka päris põrgulikult valus hingata, võtsin juba valuvaigistit. Neljapäeval siis arstile. Eks paistab, mis mul viga on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-8447030434839648599?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/8447030434839648599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/8447030434839648599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/11/kolmas-paev-moodub-koos-kopsudes-oleva.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-642456167278060945</id><published>2011-11-23T18:48:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T18:50:04.366+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Teist päeva järjest jookseb ninast taas verd.&lt;br /&gt;Kõigepealt oli kolm päeva järjest, siis oli vahe umbes nädal - ja nüüd taas. Oioi kui siiber :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-642456167278060945?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/642456167278060945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/642456167278060945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/11/teist-paeva-jarjest-jookseb-ninast-taas.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-5484097937405313529</id><published>2011-11-23T15:24:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T15:28:08.595+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hetkene seis: Närviline.&lt;br /&gt;Uuuuuh. Tõesti, nii siiber on, kõikidel on nii faking palju öelda eksole ? Mul on ka. Käige persse! Ma lihtsalt ei talu seda kui segatakse vahele teemale, mis sind ei puuduta. Siis palun, ära topi oma lolli juttu igale poole vahele, onju ? Kui ma vaid saaks siis ma teibiksin sinu lollid mokad omavahel kinni, kahepoolse teibiga kuhu peale paneksin SUPER gluuuuuuud. Oh pagan, sa oled nii kuradi idioot !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-5484097937405313529?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/5484097937405313529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/5484097937405313529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/11/hetkene-seis-narviline.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-7401281144240597313</id><published>2011-11-21T17:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T15:28:58.243+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sa kastad oma lille, et ta kauemini õitseks, miks ei kasta sa oma rõõmu ja armastust, et ta ei närtsiks juba järgmisel päeval? Miks oled avanud kõik oma südame uksed, et kurjus ja kahtlused jooksevad sinna nagu talvised tuisud sisse, aga usust ja lootusest pöörad näo kõrvale, nagu oleksid näinud mõnd inetust?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-7401281144240597313?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/7401281144240597313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/7401281144240597313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/11/sa-kastad-oma-lille-et-ta-kauemini.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-4666123159410637868</id><published>2011-11-21T17:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T17:35:22.977+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sa oled minu jaoks praegu kõige tähtsam. Ja mitte ainult praegu, igavesti!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-4666123159410637868?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/4666123159410637868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/4666123159410637868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/11/sa-oled-minu-jaoks-praegu-koige-tahtsam.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-2519780792498557678</id><published>2011-11-21T16:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T16:40:23.031+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;Mitte kedagi sinu sarnast pole tundnud !&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&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/3306147538695135725-2519780792498557678?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/2519780792498557678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/2519780792498557678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/11/mitte-kedagi-sinu-sarnast-pole-tundnud.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-2328294510608008157</id><published>2011-11-18T12:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T12:21:11.937+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eile oli nii hea :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-2328294510608008157?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/2328294510608008157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/2328294510608008157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/11/eile-oli-nii-hea.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-182531828736526803</id><published>2011-11-13T21:44:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T21:44:17.753+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tegelikult on homme esmaspäev.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-182531828736526803?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/182531828736526803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/182531828736526803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/11/tegelikult-on-homme-esmaspaev.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-2894091911146914499</id><published>2011-11-09T21:04:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T21:04:15.151+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stuck in the moment. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-2894091911146914499?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/2894091911146914499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/2894091911146914499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/11/stuck-in-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-8501781119956779132</id><published>2011-11-07T17:27:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T17:27:45.646+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jah, aga mul ei ole enam midagi öelda. Olen sõnatu ja ma ei tea isegi kas pettunud. Elu ja sündmused pole just kõige paremal järjel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-8501781119956779132?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/8501781119956779132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/8501781119956779132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/11/jah-aga-mul-ei-ole-enam-midagi-oelda.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-1139875751210175063</id><published>2011-11-02T23:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T15:54:35.712+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With you is where I'd rather be, but we're stuck where we are. And it's so hard, you're so far. This long distance is killing me. I wish that you were here with me. The minutes feel like hours and the hours feel like days - while I'm away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-1139875751210175063?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/1139875751210175063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/1139875751210175063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/11/with-you-is-where-id-rather-be-but-were.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-875043519331779195</id><published>2011-11-02T23:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T23:46:59.591+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Send me away with the words of a love song..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-875043519331779195?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/875043519331779195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/875043519331779195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/11/send-me-away-with-words-of-love-song.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-2640397901063729108</id><published>2011-11-01T22:12:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T22:13:06.607+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Olen sind unarusse jätnud, kuid nüüd taas olen sinuga ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hrlj3NPK8zE/TrBSQ_rKXcI/AAAAAAAAAzw/MIZ3BkX4XB8/s1600/IMGP4502.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hrlj3NPK8zE/TrBSQ_rKXcI/AAAAAAAAAzw/MIZ3BkX4XB8/s320/IMGP4502.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ma olen hetke täiesti rahul sellega mis on toimunud. Noooh.. välja arvatud need piinavad valud. Aga ma suudan nendest üle olla. Ja nii ongi hea !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musi tõi mulle reedel kolm imeilusat roosi, ohh, kui armas. Kaks on veel nagu uued :) Ma armastan sind nii väga, kas kuuled ! Nii Nii väga ! (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aga kus on Devia mälupulk ?&lt;br /&gt;Kadunud asjade nimekirjas..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-2640397901063729108?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/2640397901063729108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/2640397901063729108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/11/olen-sind-unarusse-jatnud-kuid-nuud.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hrlj3NPK8zE/TrBSQ_rKXcI/AAAAAAAAAzw/MIZ3BkX4XB8/s72-c/IMGP4502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-4352881413344030180</id><published>2011-10-25T21:56:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T22:13:06.611+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I may not show all the time about how much i care about you, but the truth is, is that im afraid to lose you.&lt;br /&gt;I only ever wanted to look at you when i blinked i was sad because that was one second i will never get back &lt;br /&gt;When i met you i was afraid to know you, when i knew you i was afraid to like you, when i liked you i was afraid to love you, now i love you and im afraid to lose you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-4352881413344030180?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/4352881413344030180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/4352881413344030180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-may-not-show-all-time-about-how-much.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-4326545292436327270</id><published>2011-10-24T17:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T17:17:25.774+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Armastan sind!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t2ZWbAugTQ4/TqVwuNPDd7I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ymsBXfk6uvQ/s1600/cats.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="377" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t2ZWbAugTQ4/TqVwuNPDd7I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ymsBXfk6uvQ/s400/cats.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ma armastan sind täpselt sellisena nagu sa oled. Sa oled mu maailm, minu unistus. Minu magus unenägu, minu ootus. Oled sügisene tuuleiil ja suvine soe päike. Sa oled parim ja ma jumaldan sind. Oled kui täht, kes särab minule. Tean, et keegi ei saa kellegi oma olla, kuid sina oled ikkagi ainult Minu, Minu, Minu oma ! Oled kõik, mis mul on. Ma isegi ei suuda öelda sõnu, kui tähtis, kallis ja kui hea sa oled, sest sa oled parem kui need sõnad, veel veel parem kui mina siin hetkel kirjutan. Ma annan andeks sulle kõik sinu eksimused, sinu kurjad tujud ja pahad meeled. Eks ma isegi olen vahel selline. Aga tea, et ma armastan sind kogu oma südamega. Ja oled MAAILMA parim, ja ainult MINU Toomas !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-4326545292436327270?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/4326545292436327270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/4326545292436327270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/10/armastan-sind.html' title='Armastan sind!'/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t2ZWbAugTQ4/TqVwuNPDd7I/AAAAAAAAAzk/ymsBXfk6uvQ/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-1880784651618582676</id><published>2011-10-17T16:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T17:19:43.288+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ahBuPDoSmIk/Tpw1FtZAcDI/AAAAAAAAAzY/yQVLxw6TU_Y/s1600/ma+armastan+sind.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ahBuPDoSmIk/Tpw1FtZAcDI/AAAAAAAAAzY/yQVLxw6TU_Y/s400/ma+armastan+sind.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;Juba homme täitubki meie seitse imelist kuud mil' olen olnud koos oma suurima õnnega. See oled sina. Sa tead seda. Ma ei suuda enda õnne sõnadesse panna, kuna see on lihtsalt nii super tunne. See on tunne mida ei saagi sõnadesse panna. Pole varem mitte kunagi nii suurt tunnet enda sees kogenud, kui see mis mind valdab. See on imeline! Oled mulle selle kolme aasta jooksul nii tähtsaks kujunenud. Tahan olla sinuga koos ja jagada sinuga koos oma maailma. Tahan sinu kõrval elu lõpuni elada. Tahan muuta maailma! See tähendab meie mõlema panust minna koos üle tule, et edasi oleks kergem ja koos on ka kergemad mured. Usaldan sind, see tähendab et usaldan kogu oma südame ja vara just sinu kätesse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Coming Soon'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-1880784651618582676?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/1880784651618582676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/1880784651618582676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/10/juba-homme-taitubki-meie-seitse-imelist.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ahBuPDoSmIk/Tpw1FtZAcDI/AAAAAAAAAzY/yQVLxw6TU_Y/s72-c/ma+armastan+sind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-6682112428133337146</id><published>2011-10-17T16:43:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T16:50:24.573+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ja ma ei suuda öelda EI.. miks te inimesed mind ära kasutate ? Mida te sellest saate ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-6682112428133337146?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/6682112428133337146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/6682112428133337146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/10/ja-ma-ei-suuda-oelda-ei.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-4646208358786489739</id><published>2011-10-08T22:10:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T22:10:27.175+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sRxaeuKtOJ8/TpCgAHqXg4I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/a4DRQojLBr4/s1600/IMGP4342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sRxaeuKtOJ8/TpCgAHqXg4I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/a4DRQojLBr4/s320/IMGP4342.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Õpetajate päev oli küll lahe ! Väiksed põnnid on ikka nii armsad !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-4646208358786489739?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/4646208358786489739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/4646208358786489739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/10/opetajate-paev-oli-kull-lahe-vaiksed.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sRxaeuKtOJ8/TpCgAHqXg4I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/a4DRQojLBr4/s72-c/IMGP4342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-8103941852386280962</id><published>2011-10-08T22:07:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T22:07:23.465+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vY8jGQbTQMY/TpCfInLEbLI/AAAAAAAAAzM/lyAVYY_Pwig/s1600/IMGP4290.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vY8jGQbTQMY/TpCfInLEbLI/AAAAAAAAAzM/lyAVYY_Pwig/s320/IMGP4290.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Rebastepeo korraldamine oli küll aeganõudev ja raske töö, kuid me tulime kõigega edukalt toime. See oli nii lahe ! Minule täiesti meeldis. Loodan, et rebastele meeldis ka. Meie soov oli ka õhtul midagi korraldada, kuid selleks polnud võimalust, kahjuks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-8103941852386280962?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/8103941852386280962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/8103941852386280962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/10/rebastepeo-korraldamine-oli-kull.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vY8jGQbTQMY/TpCfInLEbLI/AAAAAAAAAzM/lyAVYY_Pwig/s72-c/IMGP4290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-7681455059311269417</id><published>2011-09-20T21:10:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T21:11:55.789+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tahaks suuta välja öelda kõik, mis peidus sügaval, kuid ma ei suuda, ei taha, ei oska...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-7681455059311269417?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/7681455059311269417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/7681455059311269417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/09/tahaks-suuta-valja-oelda-koik-mis.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-3424369070301091762</id><published>2011-09-15T17:54:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T17:57:12.267+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Miks mu tuju rikud sa, kas teisiti sa olla ei suuda ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-3424369070301091762?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/3424369070301091762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/3424369070301091762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/09/meie-umber-kaib-roomsaid-paid-voiksid.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-8305135437331923985</id><published>2011-09-14T15:57:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T17:29:06.868+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Minu armastus sinu vastu on kõige suurem tunne mida ma ealeski olen tundnud. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; background-color: rgb(237, 239, 244); "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-8305135437331923985?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/8305135437331923985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/8305135437331923985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/09/minu-armastus-sinu-vastu-on-koige.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-7300561974310287880</id><published>2011-09-12T17:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T17:05:45.596+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kas pole mitte maailma armsaim asi, kui su enda õde sulle selja keerab?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-7300561974310287880?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/7300561974310287880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/7300561974310287880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/09/kas-pole-mitte-maailma-armsaim-asi-kui.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-5674295051054792273</id><published>2011-09-05T22:16:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T23:22:49.852+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;MIKS SA EI VASTA MULLE !?!? : |                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;MIKS SA EI VASTA MULLE !?!? : |     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: x-small;"&gt;          MIKS SA EI VASTA MULLE !?!? : |&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;MIKS SA EI VASTA MULLE !?!? : &lt;/span&gt;|                              &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;MIKS SA EI VASTA MULLE !?!? :|&lt;/span&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;MIKS SA EI VASTA MULLE !?!? : |&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;miks sa ei vasta mulle !?!? :|&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MIKS SA EI VASTA MULLE !?!? : |&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;| : ¿¡¿¡ ǝllnɯ ɐʇsɐʌ ıǝ ɐs sʞıɯ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"&gt;MIKS SA EI VASTA MULLE !?!? : |&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MIKS SA EI VASTA MULLE !?!? : |&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: x-small;"&gt;MIKS SA EI VASTA MULLE !?!? : |&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;MIKS SA EI VASTA MULLE !?!? : |              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;MIKS SA EI VASTA MULLE !?!? : |     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;MIKS SA EI VASTA MULLE !?!? : |             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;MIKS SA EI VASTA MULLE !?!? : |     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: x-small;"&gt;MIKS SA EI VASTA MULLE !?!? : |&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MIKS SA EI VASTA MULLE !?!? : |&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;MIKS SA EI VASTA MULLE !?!? : | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;MIKS SA EI VASTA MULLE !?!? : |     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;    miks sa ei vasta mulle !?!? :|&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MIKS SA EI VASTA MULLE !?!? : |&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;| : ¿¡¿¡ ǝllnɯ ɐʇsɐʌ ıǝ ɐs sʞıɯ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"&gt;      MIKS SA EI VASTA MULLE !?!? : |&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;MIKS SA EI VASTA MULLE !?!? : |&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: x-small;"&gt;MIKS SA EI VASTA MULLE !?!? : |&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;MIKS SA EI VASTA MULLE !?!? : |            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;MIKS SA EI VASTA MULLE !?!? : |     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3306147538695135725-5674295051054792273?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/5674295051054792273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/5674295051054792273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/09/miks-sa-ei-vasta-mulle.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-7811593769105167680</id><published>2011-09-04T22:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T23:08:30.670+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4AFadFMV46g/TmPSuKW0LXI/AAAAAAAAAxk/Bx8TZvKokxg/s320/IMGP3980.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minu mehed.&lt;br /&gt;Ühte armastan rohkem kui teist ! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;(L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-7811593769105167680?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/7811593769105167680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/7811593769105167680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/09/minu-mehed.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4AFadFMV46g/TmPSuKW0LXI/AAAAAAAAAxk/Bx8TZvKokxg/s72-c/IMGP3980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-4703509675851026365</id><published>2011-08-30T21:25:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T16:47:23.436+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tahan olla truu, sest on neid, kes mind usaldavad, tahan olla rikkumata, sest on neid, kes hoolivad, tahan olla tugev, sest on palju, mille nimel kannatada, tahan olla vapper, sest on palju, mida peab julgema teha. Tahan olla sõber kõigile - ka vaenlastele ja üksildastele, tahan anda ja unustada, et andsin midagi, tahan olla alandlik, sest tean, kui nõrk ma olen, tahan vaadata üles ja naerda ja armastada ja tõusta kõrgemale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-4703509675851026365?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/4703509675851026365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/4703509675851026365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/08/tahan-olla-truu-sest-on-neid-kes-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-3276815999296397572</id><published>2011-08-30T20:41:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T20:44:30.673+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eSKIZr137ZI/Tl0hXDiYMKI/AAAAAAAAAxY/5hfPyrgzeuM/s1600/22.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eSKIZr137ZI/Tl0hXDiYMKI/AAAAAAAAAxY/5hfPyrgzeuM/s320/22.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646706187762675874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ma olen nii tüdinenud sellest maailmast. Ma tahan siit ära, sinna kus on olla hea. Seal kus pole muresid ja probleeme, kus on kõik nii imeline...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tahan siit ära.. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-3276815999296397572?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/3276815999296397572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/3276815999296397572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/08/ma-olen-nii-tudinenud-sellest-maailmast.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eSKIZr137ZI/Tl0hXDiYMKI/AAAAAAAAAxY/5hfPyrgzeuM/s72-c/22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-4122711002470467362</id><published>2011-08-29T17:09:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T17:17:20.189+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1j_gKaLkwg/Tlue4P8YMGI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/XozMvaMB2OE/s1600/life%2Bis%2Bhard_1238521179.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1j_gKaLkwg/Tlue4P8YMGI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/XozMvaMB2OE/s320/life%2Bis%2Bhard_1238521179.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646281247028686946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry, but I really don't know how to live anymore. Life is difficult. Life is hard. Feeling really tired and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of sudden, I don't feel like talking to any one. But I know if I continue staying in my own world, the outside world will dump me off one day. But I really feeling hard to talk to someone when I'm tensed up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm losing friends. I'm losing connection with friends. Losing communication with people in the world. &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/3306147538695135725-4122711002470467362?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/4122711002470467362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/4122711002470467362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/08/sorry-but-i-really-dont-know-how-to.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1j_gKaLkwg/Tlue4P8YMGI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/XozMvaMB2OE/s72-c/life%2Bis%2Bhard_1238521179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-6956880190608752078</id><published>2011-08-25T10:58:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T12:23:39.427+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--kTUVTpEpwY/TlYBvv2RnQI/AAAAAAAAAwo/kdKUaR0Avqk/s1600/osho_4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--kTUVTpEpwY/TlYBvv2RnQI/AAAAAAAAAwo/kdKUaR0Avqk/s320/osho_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644701102765088002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ärge kunagi jätke ütlemata seda, mis on oluline ja mida te tõeliselt tunnete. Paljud meist teevad selle vea, ja ütlevad "Ma oleksin pidanud ütlema...!" aga nad ei ütle ja polegi seda varem teinud. Meie mõtted ja tunded on meie omad ja need on tihti suunatud teistele. Enese vaenulikkus on see kui me hoiame enda teada asju, mis võivad meile olla olulised siis kui me seda välja ütleme.. ja valehäbi on see, kui me jätame ütlemata oma tundeid, mis on suunatud kellegile teisele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-6956880190608752078?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/6956880190608752078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/6956880190608752078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/08/arge-kunagi-jatke-utlemata-seda-mis-on.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--kTUVTpEpwY/TlYBvv2RnQI/AAAAAAAAAwo/kdKUaR0Avqk/s72-c/osho_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-2446135189724485293</id><published>2011-08-25T10:51:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T10:56:05.243+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Kahjuri jälgedes 22.august</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eHbXVeKSJ3k/TlX_G5nBJVI/AAAAAAAAAwg/0k04lS5zfKI/s1600/kobras.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eHbXVeKSJ3k/TlX_G5nBJVI/AAAAAAAAAwg/0k04lS5zfKI/s320/kobras.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644698201987556690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Käisime koprajahis, mis oli tulemusteta. Põhiline oli see, et suutsin astuda kusagile mudamülkasse, mis haaras mu jalast kummiku ära. &lt;br /&gt;Pärast äraminemist, leidsime Tsooru järvelt kopra, lihtsat tsillimas ringi. Tore - asulas neid hävitada ei tohi. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-2446135189724485293?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/2446135189724485293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/2446135189724485293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/08/kahjuri-jalgedes-22august.html' title='Kahjuri jälgedes 22.august'/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eHbXVeKSJ3k/TlX_G5nBJVI/AAAAAAAAAwg/0k04lS5zfKI/s72-c/kobras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-8190979996217735937</id><published>2011-08-11T20:09:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T20:54:08.882+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-MzpEzKvIs/TkQW74ga3LI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/QVDHqjvjayA/s1600/IMGP3058.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-MzpEzKvIs/TkQW74ga3LI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/QVDHqjvjayA/s320/IMGP3058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639657851411160242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kui vähe meil on aega teineteisele. &lt;div&gt;Tihti vaikus sõnadega võideldes peale jääb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olles kellega koos, keda tõeslielt armastan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; ei pea ju olema väheste õnnelike privileeg..&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GXRhuWXHAjE/TkQPGAtsyzI/AAAAAAAAAwI/CDNTKk_o0nE/s1600/IMGP3058.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;ARMASTAN SIND !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/3306147538695135725-8190979996217735937?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/8190979996217735937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/8190979996217735937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/08/kui-vahe-meil-on-aega-teineteisele.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R-MzpEzKvIs/TkQW74ga3LI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/QVDHqjvjayA/s72-c/IMGP3058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-6153262949542893643</id><published>2011-08-10T23:06:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T20:55:03.868+03:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kANjm-9icHY/TkLlqujiu2I/AAAAAAAAAwA/8dl71rqsNTs/s320/IMGP2975.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639322205635656546" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                      Elades koos ja kõrvuti teiste inimesetga unustame me sageli,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; et ühel päeval lõpeb iga inimese tee ja, et me ei tea, millal see päev saabub&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;. Sellepärast peaks inimestele, kellest me hoolime,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; ütlema et nad on midagi erilist ja olulist. Ütle neile seda enne, kui on hilja..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-6153262949542893643?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/6153262949542893643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/6153262949542893643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/08/elades-koos-ja-korvuti-teiste.html' title='..'/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kANjm-9icHY/TkLlqujiu2I/AAAAAAAAAwA/8dl71rqsNTs/s72-c/IMGP2975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-7346681793235393356</id><published>2011-08-10T23:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T23:06:36.593+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NDhGdqb1g_g/TkLkq83BIEI/AAAAAAAAAv4/wrRKLZfMNRk/s1600/IMGP3454.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NDhGdqb1g_g/TkLkq83BIEI/AAAAAAAAAv4/wrRKLZfMNRk/s320/IMGP3454.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639321109963808834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XaW2Szrgqns/TkLkqh8N8iI/AAAAAAAAAvw/o7jWL5BWX90/s1600/IMGP3452.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XaW2Szrgqns/TkLkqh8N8iI/AAAAAAAAAvw/o7jWL5BWX90/s320/IMGP3452.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639321102737863202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vesipuupu tekemas rodul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-7346681793235393356?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/7346681793235393356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/7346681793235393356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/08/vesipuupu-tekemas-rodul.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NDhGdqb1g_g/TkLkq83BIEI/AAAAAAAAAv4/wrRKLZfMNRk/s72-c/IMGP3454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-5644625549171162639</id><published>2011-07-20T20:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T20:35:25.558+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Olen kõigis nii pettunud. Ma ei taha enam, et keegi tekitaks pilvepealt pingeid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-5644625549171162639?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/5644625549171162639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/5644625549171162639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/07/olen-koigis-nii-pettunud.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-5094091338207947128</id><published>2011-07-13T13:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T13:38:18.631+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sinu ohvriks loodud olen ja nii kaotama pean. Nii ma murdun ja ei proovigi end päästa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-5094091338207947128?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/5094091338207947128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/5094091338207947128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/07/sinu-ohvriks-loodud-olen-ja-nii-kaotama.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-3759156999622898263</id><published>2011-07-08T14:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T15:01:39.730+03:00</updated><title type='text'>8. heinäkuuta 2011</title><content type='html'>Armastust tuleb näha, kui see on tulnud, mitte lasta sel mööda minna.  Aga kui see tahab mööda minna, siis tuleb lasta sel minna. Armastus peab olema vaba. Ainult nii saab seda alles hoida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oled teinud mu päevad parimateks, see kõik on nii imeline. Iga õhtul kui uinun - mõeldes, mis homses päevas mind taas ees ootab!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-3759156999622898263?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/3759156999622898263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/3759156999622898263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/07/8-heinakuuta-2011.html' title='8. heinäkuuta 2011'/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-1136348051008985377</id><published>2011-06-26T14:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T15:01:01.342+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Suure tähega Täht.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aGzhJ5b74lY/TgcfJgvkfII/AAAAAAAAAvY/A5wt0q_03KM/s1600/Reach_for_a_star_by_Tooshtoosh.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aGzhJ5b74lY/TgcfJgvkfII/AAAAAAAAAvY/A5wt0q_03KM/s320/Reach_for_a_star_by_Tooshtoosh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622496908064095362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Täna ma tean, tunnen ja mõtlen istudes siin ja kuulates ühte head laulu, kui õnnelikuks suutis üks inimene mind teha. See on nii suur ja soe tunne. See on nii kuradima kirjeldamatu ja suur. Ma ei suuda seda talle kuidagi näidata, ja kui ütlen seda, siis ta ei usu mind ja ütleb, et liialdan. Ma ei talu enam olla nii, et hoian seda enda sees. See on kõik lihtsalt liiga ilus, et ma ei suuda isegi seda uskuda. Kuidas kõik saab nii perfektne olla. &lt;div&gt;   Mõni sõbranna kurdab, et on kaotanud kõik sõbrad. Mina küll ei kurda. Mul polegi neid vaja, sest tean, et nad pole mulle olnud kunagi need õiged SÕBRAD! Kuna's keegi võib ennast puudutatuna tunda siis ehk mõtleksid natukene oma tegude järgi üle? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Olen õnnelik selle üle, et oled mul olemas. Mu ingel. Mu päike. Oled mu täht! Ma pole kedagi sinu sarnast veel tundnud, arvasin, et püüdmatuks jääd. Olen sinuga maailma õnnelikum. Polegi varem nii õnnelik olnud. Õnn toob pisarad silmi. Olles sinuga, ei tunne ma ühtegi muret vaid suudan olla rõõmus ja õnnelik. Sa pakud mulle oma positiivset energiat ja nakatad mind sellega. Kui sa vaid teaksid ja tunneksid kui palju ma sind armastan! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Homset ei tea, aga ehk mõtlen natuke ette. Homme juba saamegi koos siit kaugele ära minna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-1136348051008985377?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/1136348051008985377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/1136348051008985377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/06/suure-tahega-taht.html' title='Suure tähega Täht.'/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aGzhJ5b74lY/TgcfJgvkfII/AAAAAAAAAvY/A5wt0q_03KM/s72-c/Reach_for_a_star_by_Tooshtoosh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-3940712378464039668</id><published>2011-06-16T21:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T21:30:06.019+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ma ei ole mitte midagi asjalikku korda suutnud saata. Kukkusin täna autokooli teooriast läbi. Olen nii kuradi amatöör ikka. Mul on nüüd nii igav ka. Istun muusika saatel lihtsalt msnis ja blogis. Päris huvitav, või mis ?&lt;div&gt; -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nooh, laupäeval siis täitub see 18. Suht mõttetu. Tavaline päev. Ei tunne küll, et nüüd veits tegijam oleksin.&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/3306147538695135725-3940712378464039668?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/3940712378464039668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/3940712378464039668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/06/ma-ei-ole-mitte-midagi-asjalikku-korda.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-6424611319734587204</id><published>2011-06-13T21:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T21:40:21.579+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P6esT8luiDQ/TfZXCH1kkpI/AAAAAAAAAuA/u0-4ZzgGSSE/s1600/chinese-love-symbol-tattoo-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P6esT8luiDQ/TfZXCH1kkpI/AAAAAAAAAuA/u0-4ZzgGSSE/s320/chinese-love-symbol-tattoo-1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617773279166370450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ARMASTAN SIND MEELETULT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-6424611319734587204?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/6424611319734587204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/6424611319734587204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/06/armastan-sind-meeletult.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P6esT8luiDQ/TfZXCH1kkpI/AAAAAAAAAuA/u0-4ZzgGSSE/s72-c/chinese-love-symbol-tattoo-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-7589826082595947484</id><published>2011-05-28T13:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T13:22:55.437+03:00</updated><title type='text'>26-28. mai Nursipalus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TwhQCt9YWfk/TeDMvTgIkCI/AAAAAAAAAt0/8QsbCm85jy0/s1600/IMGP2715.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-TwhQCt9YWfk/TeDMvTgIkCI/AAAAAAAAAt0/8QsbCm85jy0/s320/IMGP2715.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611710248764608546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riigikaitse laager oli küll üli kõvv. Tegelt ka! &lt;div&gt;Need juhtumised jäävad siiski meie telgitagustesse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-7589826082595947484?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/7589826082595947484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/7589826082595947484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/05/26-28-mai-nursipalus.html' title='26-28. mai Nursipalus.'/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TwhQCt9YWfk/TeDMvTgIkCI/AAAAAAAAAt0/8QsbCm85jy0/s72-c/IMGP2715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-2790413490149340827</id><published>2011-05-23T17:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T18:59:30.695+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BJHxROn7oGE/Tdp76joD6YI/AAAAAAAAAts/1emyRMZhTGI/s1600/black-white-heart-default.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BJHxROn7oGE/Tdp76joD6YI/AAAAAAAAAts/1emyRMZhTGI/s320/black-white-heart-default.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609932531769272706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma kuulan oma südame häält, kuulan mida on tal öelda. Jagan väärtusi sellega, kes on tähtsaks kujunenud. Olen armastusest joobunud. Käsikäes kahekesi oleme ohvreid toonud. Olla koos, tähendab jagada maailma kellegiga kes on hinges ja keda usaldan valvama. Südamelöögid löövad taktis temaga. Tahan tema kõrval elu lõpuni elada. Tahan muuta maailma. See tähendab meie mõlema panust minna koos üle tule, et edasi oleks kergem ja koos on ka kergemad mured. Usaldan teda, see tähendab et usaldasin kogu oma südame ja vara just tema kätesse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-2790413490149340827?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/2790413490149340827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/2790413490149340827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/05/ma-kuulan-oma-sudame-haalt-kuulan-mida.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BJHxROn7oGE/Tdp76joD6YI/AAAAAAAAAts/1emyRMZhTGI/s72-c/black-white-heart-default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-7611914882333042203</id><published>2011-05-15T18:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T19:40:30.468+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-npGcMjPa3dc/TdAB931BaHI/AAAAAAAAAtk/8iE3nBKxK-4/s1600/red-swirls-black-heart.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-npGcMjPa3dc/TdAB931BaHI/AAAAAAAAAtk/8iE3nBKxK-4/s320/red-swirls-black-heart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606983698546255986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S4Rf5N1SEQA/Tc_wr9E5McI/AAAAAAAAAtc/-bVBgzH_UPo/s1600/9537_digital_design_3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Näpsasin mõned laused laulust Helen - Kas tead, kuna just need laused, sõnad käivad just sinu kohta !&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;.. Oled päike minu igas päevas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;Minu ingel, kuu ja tähed, minu hingelaegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;Mu südamesse oled kirjutatud sa kui luule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;seistes sinu kõrval raske mõelda iial muule!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;Sina tead kuidas naeratavad sinisilmad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;Tasakaalu leidnud olles, seistes sinu kõrval&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;Nagu kass kes leidis kodu pärast pikka külma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;..Oled lihtsalt minu suurim tunne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;Minu suurim õnn siin ilmas suurim õnnetunne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;Olen rändanud kogu elu justkui tühjas, veeta kõrbes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;Raske tunda raske mõelda mis kandis mind su juurde ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;Oled Mu südamesse kirjutatud kõige kauneim tunne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;Tundub justkui oleks näinud lihtsalt und ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;Kuidas elan hingan tunnen kui sa mu juures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;Sinu armastuse maagia imeliseim tunne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; "&gt;Täiustab mu iga väikest õnnelikku päeva &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3306147538695135725-7611914882333042203?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/7611914882333042203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/7611914882333042203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/05/napsasin-moned-laused-laulust-helen-kas.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-npGcMjPa3dc/TdAB931BaHI/AAAAAAAAAtk/8iE3nBKxK-4/s72-c/red-swirls-black-heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-137648506734204596</id><published>2011-05-15T18:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T18:03:40.292+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Täna on pühapäev. 15 mai.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Kontakt Age Sõmer ütleb (18:01)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tahaks blogisse midagi kirjutada, aga ei ole midagi kirjutada :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kontakt Toomas Horg ütleb (18:01)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;No, kirjutagi seda siis. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-137648506734204596?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/137648506734204596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/137648506734204596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/05/tana-on-puhapaev-15-mai.html' title='Täna on pühapäev. 15 mai.'/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-9163932483114078772</id><published>2011-05-07T21:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T00:01:25.603+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-37lxnvi1gBU/TcWlHci7EEI/AAAAAAAAAtU/nNlgTK1HVaw/s1600/heart.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-37lxnvi1gBU/TcWlHci7EEI/AAAAAAAAAtU/nNlgTK1HVaw/s200/heart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604066858672787522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ta on imeline, ma &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;armastan&lt;/span&gt; Teda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 40px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-9163932483114078772?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/9163932483114078772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/9163932483114078772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/05/ta-on-imeline-ma-armastan-teda.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-37lxnvi1gBU/TcWlHci7EEI/AAAAAAAAAtU/nNlgTK1HVaw/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-6871924907122936837</id><published>2011-05-01T19:04:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T19:24:17.639+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OM88Uu_FwZw/Tb2JDqrH9oI/AAAAAAAAAtM/a4MmEO15VvI/s1600/lazy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OM88Uu_FwZw/Tb2JDqrH9oI/AAAAAAAAAtM/a4MmEO15VvI/s320/lazy.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601784207606544002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ma tahaksin olla maailmaparandaja. Või soooviksin leida hoopis selle, kes suudaks parandada kõik mis on purunenud, lõhutud või ära kriimustatud. Mu mõtted jooksevad täna kuidagi kahte lehte laiali. Niisiis on võimatu leida seda õiget olekut kuidas olla või siis mida teha. Mu pea lõhub kui vasar oleks seal sees. Mu olek on uimane ja tõsine. Kuid sooviksin olla  täiesti normaalses olekus. Mida teha ? Olen täna laisk ja lohakas. Olen nii kuradi maha käinud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-6871924907122936837?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/6871924907122936837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/6871924907122936837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/05/ma-tahaksin-olla-maailmaparandaja.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OM88Uu_FwZw/Tb2JDqrH9oI/AAAAAAAAAtM/a4MmEO15VvI/s72-c/lazy.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-5076111137983015457</id><published>2011-04-10T12:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T12:36:58.344+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ySKSbo8O86g/TaF5gzItMEI/AAAAAAAAAtE/DFW1y7UqNMg/s1600/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ySKSbo8O86g/TaF5gzItMEI/AAAAAAAAAtE/DFW1y7UqNMg/s320/sad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593885816560365634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kui sulle on keegi oluline ja tähtis, siis mõtle kümme asja temast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kui ta lahkub sinu elust, jäävad need kümme asja sulle meelde ja ta on sinuga koos.&lt;br /&gt;Sa ei saa teda kinni hoida ega takistada, kui ta läheb, siis ta läheb - ta läheb oma teed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tahaksin leiutada kommi, millel on magus maik, kuid sa tunneksid selles melanhooliat.&lt;br /&gt;- Inimesed on ajanud segamini õnne ja kurbuse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-5076111137983015457?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/5076111137983015457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/5076111137983015457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/04/kui-sulle-on-keegi-oluline-ja-tahtis.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ySKSbo8O86g/TaF5gzItMEI/AAAAAAAAAtE/DFW1y7UqNMg/s72-c/sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-3950630733461412758</id><published>2011-03-28T18:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T18:58:25.392+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Teesklus.</title><content type='html'>Kas keegi saab jälgida jälgimatut? Kas keegi saab soovida soovimatut? Kas keegi saab karta kartmatult, olles võrdsemast võrdsem, võrdsustatult? Kõik kuulevad sind, kuid mitte keegi ei kuula. Kõik näevad ju sind, kuid mitte keegi ei vaata. Kõik hoiavad sind, kuid mitte keegi ei hooli.&lt;br /&gt;Siiski ükskõikset maailma näha keegi ei soovi! Meie ümber on probleeme, mis lahendust ei saa -&lt;br /&gt;linna müra, kära, melu - see kõik summutuab, surub alla kõik probleemid, jätab tagataustale.&lt;br /&gt;liigkasuvõtja särab - teiste arvelt tõusnud esile. Sa ei saa olla eriline, sest keegi seda ei näe, kellelgi ei mahu pähe, mis sind eriliseks teeb. Võid rääkida oma teemat kasvõi iseendale, sest tulemus sama, esined pimedatele. Heatahtlikkusest teeme me kõik head nägu, oma ohtlikkusega teeme me veel paremat nägu, nagu kõik oleks super, aga tegelikult pole - ka ustav sõber  naeratab, aga kahetsust ei tule. Usaldus, ausus, hoolivus, meeldivus, võime otsida neid, kuid ilmselt otsime leidmatut. Oleme jõudnud etappi, kus pohhuism on moes. Üha kavalamaks muutub meie võltsitud näoilme, egoism jälitab meid nagu öö pimeduses vari, ta muutub aina suuremaks ja ohvreid ta ei vali. See on reaalsus, mitte välja mõeldud nali. Me hoolime vaid endast! Mu arvamus on siin, kui teil on pohhuj, siis ka mind ei huvita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-3950630733461412758?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/3950630733461412758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/3950630733461412758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/03/teesklus.html' title='Teesklus.'/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-7879918441437482401</id><published>2011-03-27T19:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T16:46:33.304+02:00</updated><title type='text'>100 tõde</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;MIS OLI SINU:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. viimane jook – Coca-cola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. viimane telefonikõne – Emmelt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. viimane sõnum – 6600600 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. viimane laul, mida kuulasid – Linkin Park-Numb (Dubstep Remix)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;5. viimane kord kui nutsid – Ei mäleta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;KAS SA OLED KUNAGI:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;6. käinud kellegagi 2 korda – Ei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;7. olnud suhtes petetud – Jah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;8. suudelnud kedagi &amp;amp; seda kahetsenud – Ei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;9. kaotanud kellegi erilise – Jah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;10. olnud depressioonis – Jah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;11. olnud täis ja oksendanud – Jah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;JÄRJESTA 3 LEMMIKVÄRVI:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;12. Roosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;13. Must&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;14. Lilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;SEL AASTAL SA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;15. said uusi sõpru – Jah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;16. läksid kellegist lahku – Jah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;17. naersid seni kuni nutsid – Jah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;18. kohtusid kellegagi, kes sind muutis – Jah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;19. leidsid, kes su tõelised sõbrad on – Ei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;20. leidsid, et keegi rääkis sinust – Jah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;21. suudlesid kedagi oma Orkuti sõbralistist – Jah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ÜLDINE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;22. kui mitut inimest oma Orkuti sõbralistist tead ka päriselus – Põhimõtteliselt kõiki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;23. armastad oma perekonda – Loomulikult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;24. kas sul on lemmikloomi – Jah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;25. kas sa tahad oma nime muuta – Jah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;26. mida sa tegid oma eelmise sünnipäeva jaoks – Pidutsesin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;27. mis kell sa täna üles ärkasid – nii 8-9 paiku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;28. mida sa tegid täna südaööl – Olin ühe väga erilise ja kalli inimesega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;29. nimeta midagi, mida sa EI JÕUA ära oodata – Kedagi, kellest ei suuda kaugeneda ning suve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;30. viimane kord kui oma ema nägid – Hetk tagasi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;31. mis on üks asi, mida sa sooviksid oma elus muuta – Parandada oma vead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;32. mida sa praegu kuulad – Lock N Load - Blow Ya Mind (2011 remix)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;33. kas sa oled kunagi rääkinud inimesega kelle nimi on Tom – Jah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;34. mis käib sulle praegu närvidele – Et homme on juba kool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;35. kõige külastatuim netilehekülg – Orkut, facebook, blogger, youtube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;36. kus sa praegu olla tahad – Seal kus süda ihkab olla :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;37. hüüdnimed –  "Inglispärased"&lt;/span&gt; Eidz. Või kuidas seda kirjutama peakski ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;38. suhte staatus – Hõivatud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;39. tähtkuju – Kaksik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;40. mees või naine – Naine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;41. silmade värv – sinakashallid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;42. kaal – 54kg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;43. telefoninumber – 58229924&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;44. juuksevärv – Brünett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;45. pikad või lühikesed – Pikad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;46. pikkus – 168cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;47. kas sulle meeldib keegi (romantiliselt) – Jah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;48. mis sulle enda puhul meeldib – Mittemidagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;49. augustused – 3 kõrvaauku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;50. tätoveeringud – Puuduvad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;51. paremakäeline või vasakukäeline – Paremakäeline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;52. esimene opp – Adenoidid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;53. esimene augustamine – Kõrvaaugud 10 v 11 aastaselt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;54. kõige esimene parim sõber – Keiju vist ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;55. kõige esimene poiss-/tüdruksõber – Kristjan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;56. mis on su lemmik raamat – Ei loe raamatuid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;57. kes on su praegune parim sõbranna – puudub...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;58. esimene armumine – Aasta oli 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;PRAEGUSEL HETKEL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;59. sööd – Mittemidagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;60. jood – -||-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;61. kavatsed teha – Jäätist sööma minna ja rohkem ei oska öelda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;62. kuulad – Outloudz - It was you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;63. ootad – Homset hommikut :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;SINU TULEVIK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;64. tahad lapsi saada – Ikka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;65. tahad abielluda – Ei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;66. karjäär – Eks paistab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIS ON PAREM:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;67. huuled või silmad – silmad ja huuled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;68. kallistused või suudlused – kallistused ja suudlused :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;69. pikem või lühem – pikem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;70. vanem või noorem – vanem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;71. romantiline või spontaanne – romantiline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;72. ilus kõht või ilusad käed – mõlemad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;73. hooliv või lärmakas – hooliv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;74. kohting või suhe – Suhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;75. pahanduste otsija või kahtleja – Pahanduste otsija&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;KAS SA OLED KUNAGI:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;76. suudelnud võõrast – Ei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;77. joonud kanget alkoholi – Jah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;78. kaotanud kontaktläätsed/prillid – Ei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;79. seksinud esimesel kohtingul –&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;80. murdnud kellegi südame – Jah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. olnud murtud südamega – Jah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;82. olnud arreteeritud – Ei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;83. andnud kellelegi korvi – Jah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;84. nutnud kui keegi suri - JAH..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;85. armunud sõpra – Jah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;KAS SA USUD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;86. endasse – Vahepeal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;87. imedesse – jah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;88. armumisse esimesel kohtumisel – jah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;89. jumalasse – natuke ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;90. Jõuluvanasse – ei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;91. suudlusesse esimesel kohtingul – jah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;92. inglitesse – Ei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;VASTA AUSALT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;93. on sul kunagi olnud korraga rohkem kui 1 poiss/tüdruk – Jah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;94. oled sa teinud midagi keelatut – Jah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;95. kas sa laulsid täna – Jah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;96. oled sa oled oma vanematele valetanud – Jah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;97.  kui sa suudaksid minna ajas tagasi, siis kui kaugele sa läheksid ja  miks – Hetkese seisuga ei liiguks ma ajast tagasi, sest praegune hetk ja aeg on lihtsalt noo nii suurepärane, sest ma olen oodanud seda hetke aastaid..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;98.  kui sa saaksid valida ühe päeva eelmisest aastast ja selle uuesti läbi  elada, siis mis päev see oleks - Ei teagi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;99. kas sa kardad kellessegi teisse armuda – Ei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;100. postitad selle kui oma 100 tõde – Jah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3306147538695135725-7879918441437482401?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/7879918441437482401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/7879918441437482401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/03/100-tode.html' title='100 tõde'/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-1323463065012780649</id><published>2011-03-27T16:44:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T17:36:02.508+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aledoia e.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zb2cuCidRz4/TY9K9AYj1jI/AAAAAAAAAsg/Kzm9fFWQg2A/s1600/jrfdfjgiu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zb2cuCidRz4/TY9K9AYj1jI/AAAAAAAAAsg/Kzm9fFWQg2A/s320/jrfdfjgiu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588768074525562418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  armastus võidab hirmu. Mul on plaan postitada siia blogisse enda tunded ja kirjeldada kui õnnelik ja rahul olen ma hetkel. Missest et mõni mure rusub rinda ja kasvab täielikult üle pea. Tahaksin ikkagi öelda, et mu elu ei seisne ainult muredes ja probleemides vaid ka armastuses ja õnnes mida hetkel tunnen. See tunne on mitmetahuline nähtus ning on raskesti defineeritav.  Tavakeeles mõistame me seda eelkõige sügava kiindumusena või erakordse tundena, mis kogu maailmal imelisena paista  laseb.&lt;br /&gt;  Oskasin kunagi lihtsalt olla ja nautida igat hethe oma elust. Elada ilma hirmuta ja olla see, kes ma olen. Siis aga hakati mind sulgema järjest rohkem ja rohkem, väga järjekindlalt ning põhjalikult. Ma kaotasin enamuse oma vabadusest ja tegelikust olemusest. Hakkasin vastu ja alustasin palju sõdu. Neist ühtki ei võitnud, ega kaotanud. See hoidis mind elus, aga ma väsisin. Usk ja lootus olid alles, kuid jõudu enam ei olnud. Siis juhtus midagi, ennem kui oleksin lahkunud, tuli minu juurde maailma kõige ilusam ja targem mees. See mees ütles: sa oled vaba ja rebis mu südame suure jõu ja armastusega lahti. Hakkasin südamega nägema. Alguses oli valus. Harjusin ning julgesin elada ja näha südamega. See mees käib meie seas ringi ja avab südameid, aga vaid neil, kes südame kutset on järginud. Argus on patt ja armastus võidab hirmu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-1323463065012780649?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/1323463065012780649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/1323463065012780649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/03/aledoia-e.html' title='Aledoia e.'/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zb2cuCidRz4/TY9K9AYj1jI/AAAAAAAAAsg/Kzm9fFWQg2A/s72-c/jrfdfjgiu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-5246706703490519412</id><published>2011-03-18T19:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T10:45:42.376+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JgNq092eKsk/TYOuSZu96kI/AAAAAAAAAsA/ThgzXmwgsPQ/s1600/9537_digital_design_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JgNq092eKsk/TYOuSZu96kI/AAAAAAAAAsA/ThgzXmwgsPQ/s400/9537_digital_design_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585499594038307394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milleks pilduda siin lubadusi kui neid täita ma ei suuda? Miks ma vastan ja sina küsid? Milleks püüda homset muuta? Miks peaksin sulle valetama? Sa mind ei usu kunagi. Milleks mööduda must külmalt taas ? Milleks peita, kõik suruda maha? Miks küsida mis saab kui keegi ei tea ? Kas loobuda ja öelda " ma ei taha " ?&lt;br /&gt;Keegi peale meie seda ei näe,&lt;br /&gt;keegi peale meie sellest ei kuule,&lt;br /&gt;keegi peale meie aru ei saa,&lt;br /&gt;peale meie, keegi peale meie..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-5246706703490519412?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/5246706703490519412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/5246706703490519412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/03/milleks-pilduda-siin-lubadusi-kui-neid.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JgNq092eKsk/TYOuSZu96kI/AAAAAAAAAsA/ThgzXmwgsPQ/s72-c/9537_digital_design_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-2460168934624865885</id><published>2011-03-18T18:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T19:05:24.124+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Uwi4f_xM-4/TYOQkyj014I/AAAAAAAAAr4/Kyl7ZYVKeKo/s1600/VfKmuEzvhj.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Uwi4f_xM-4/TYOQkyj014I/AAAAAAAAAr4/Kyl7ZYVKeKo/s320/VfKmuEzvhj.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585466924591273858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mu elu on teinud täispöörde. See kõik mis vahepeal on&lt;br /&gt;juhtunud on päris päris huvitav.  Olen enda eluga jõudnud tipphetkeni, selleni milleni ma olen tahtnud jõuda ja millest olen unistanud päris mitu aastat. See on lihtsalt minu jaoks nii uskumatu kui see ka ei tundu. Olen väga õnnelik ja rahul sellega mis mul on ja mida mul enam ei ole. Tuleb ette tihti asju, mida olen unistanud kuid see kõik on purunenud. Aga mul on uued ja paremad unistused. Kas mu uued unistused täituvad, on see juba minu enda teha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-2460168934624865885?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/2460168934624865885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/2460168934624865885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/03/mu-elu-on-teinud-taispoorde.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Uwi4f_xM-4/TYOQkyj014I/AAAAAAAAAr4/Kyl7ZYVKeKo/s72-c/VfKmuEzvhj.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-7571751592364623505</id><published>2011-01-28T22:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T22:58:36.008+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Miks ei vasta !?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/TUMtQFH5enI/AAAAAAAAArs/kXNedAdwW3o/s1600/IMG_0909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/TUMtQFH5enI/AAAAAAAAArs/kXNedAdwW3o/s320/IMG_0909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567343318636526194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mäletan kui jooksime ühe väikse põngerja eest, et temast lahti saada sest käis ta meil koguaeg kannul. Mäletan kui käisime jalutamas rannas ning küsisid siis " Kas keegi on sinu nime rannaliivale kirjutanud ?" Vastasin - Ei&lt;br /&gt;Aga nüüd siis on. Oled vist esimene ja viimane. See oli nii armas. Üks naine kõndis meist mööda ja naeratades muigas, et kirjutasid minu nime. Ütlesid veel niipalju " mõni lennuk või helikopter sealt lendab näevad seda kõik, et sina käisid siin" Kujutan ette, rannarahvas nägi seda kindlasti. Mäletan kui ronisime mööda kaljut, oli hommik ja oli õhtu. Õhtu oli hommikust ilusam. See oli lihtsalt nii imeliselt hea vaade. Olen nukker, et mulle sa ei vasta.. Ei ühtki sõna sinupoolt.. Ootan mil helistad.. helistad ja ütled mida ma kuulda tahan. Ma tahan tagasi sinna, jah sinna. Mind ei huvita muu ma lihtsalt tahan! Nägin sind täna unes.. kas tead.. Nägin, et tulin sinna.. Sinna kus sa oled seal. Kallistasin sind nii tugevalt kuis jõudsin. Olen seda hetke unes näinud vähemalt 5 korda. Ja miks ? küsin ma enda sisemuses.. Mida see tähendab.. See oli ammu ja ei kordu enam iial.. Oled unustanud mu.. unustanud mu igaveseks. Seisan lageda taeva all vihma käes&lt;br /&gt;Pilved kõik nagu kallaks meelega. Tuul mind keerutaks ümber sõrme kui saaks. Kuid jään raudkindlalt püsima. Kõik ei olegi must ja valge kui peaks. Miks küll jäin siia jälle pidama. Seisan lageda taeva all vihma käes. Mille eest ennast karistan ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sinu juurde oma unes nüüd tulla saan, et öelda sulle kui kalliks sind endiselt pean!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-7571751592364623505?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/7571751592364623505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/7571751592364623505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/01/miks-ei-vasta.html' title='Miks ei vasta !?'/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/TUMtQFH5enI/AAAAAAAAArs/kXNedAdwW3o/s72-c/IMG_0909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-3855782453398312420</id><published>2011-01-12T19:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T19:25:21.550+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/TS3jUFPdXqI/AAAAAAAAArE/ThJZJE-CJrI/s1600/Love-wallpaper-love-4187632-1920-1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/TS3jUFPdXqI/AAAAAAAAArE/ThJZJE-CJrI/s320/Love-wallpaper-love-4187632-1920-1200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561351049016336034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ¿ ARMASTUS &lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-3855782453398312420?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/3855782453398312420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/3855782453398312420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/01/kas-ma-tean-mida-tahendab-armastus.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/TS3jUFPdXqI/AAAAAAAAArE/ThJZJE-CJrI/s72-c/Love-wallpaper-love-4187632-1920-1200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-2074749642753681076</id><published>2011-01-12T19:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T19:18:33.301+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ülemõtleja.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/TS3iVrd8m6I/AAAAAAAAAq8/_8cjT4Oy_TM/s1600/konflikt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/TS3iVrd8m6I/AAAAAAAAAq8/_8cjT4Oy_TM/s320/konflikt.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561349976945892258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tere tulemast minu klubisse. Olen tihti see inimene kes liialdab ja mõtleb üle. Teen igas väiksest pisidetailist suure asja ja tekib päris tungivalt suur konflikt mida siis selljuhul on ikka raskem lahendada kui poleksin ülemõelnud. Iga asi tundub mulle nii tohutult suur ja häiriv. Olen lihtsalt nii intriige otsiv inimene, et raske sellesse isegi endal uskuda. Täielik I N T R I G A N T :| . Mul on raske elada elu läbi mustade lehtede. Igalpool kuhu ma lähen või astun  tuleb mulle vastu keegi kes ütleb " tere mina olen konflikt " Jubedalt tore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-2074749642753681076?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/2074749642753681076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/2074749642753681076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2011/01/ulemotleja.html' title='Ülemõtleja.'/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/TS3iVrd8m6I/AAAAAAAAAq8/_8cjT4Oy_TM/s72-c/konflikt.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-1629004597693497788</id><published>2010-12-27T21:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T21:37:41.743+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jõululaat. 21 dets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/TRjq9CjIafI/AAAAAAAAAq0/ZbjJqevBWYI/s1600/IMGP1602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/TRjq9CjIafI/AAAAAAAAAq0/ZbjJqevBWYI/s320/IMGP1602.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555448474738649586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/TRjq8xLhCCI/AAAAAAAAAqs/3CNmrb9FLwE/s1600/IMGP1607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/TRjq8xLhCCI/AAAAAAAAAqs/3CNmrb9FLwE/s320/IMGP1607.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555448470076196898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/TRjq8eD0VCI/AAAAAAAAAqk/54MmQqGqJVE/s1600/IMGP1615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/TRjq8eD0VCI/AAAAAAAAAqk/54MmQqGqJVE/s320/IMGP1615.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555448464943633442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meil toimus koolis selline üritus nagu jõululaat. Meie klassi tüdrukud pidid panema selga Burquad aga neid oli ainult kaks oli ka teistsugust Afkanistni riietust. Maari Ross oli need meie jaoks kaasa võtnud. Tegime ka selle puhul Bahlavaa kooki. Mingi afkanistaani päritoluga. Müüsime seda ja peaaegu kõik osteti ära sest see oli tõsiselt hea. Tegime eelnev päev mõned ettevalmistused. Tegime veel mõningaid asju mida müüa. See oli toetuslaat. Toetasime Afkanistaani tüdrukutekooli, et nad saaksid endale osta sporditarbeid. See oli väga lahe päev. ! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-1629004597693497788?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/1629004597693497788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/1629004597693497788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2010/12/joululaat-21-dets.html' title='Jõululaat. 21 dets.'/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/TRjq9CjIafI/AAAAAAAAAq0/ZbjJqevBWYI/s72-c/IMGP1602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-5235324982352750339</id><published>2010-12-27T21:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T21:25:37.233+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/TRjoChTELLI/AAAAAAAAAqc/pbQexuPGMDY/s1600/nB52QNC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/TRjoChTELLI/AAAAAAAAAqc/pbQexuPGMDY/s320/nB52QNC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555445270357224626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Igaüks tahaks meist ideaalset ja täiuslikku elu. Et oleks olemas kõik see mida vaja ja mida iganes hing ihkab. Ka minul on nii. Unistused on suured mis kunagi ei täitu. Mina pole täiuslik ja ka minu elu pole täiuslik. Aga unistustes on kõik võimalik. Elu võikski ju olla justkui unistustes elamine, mitte taluda pingeid ja olla kui vindine kruvi. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-5235324982352750339?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/5235324982352750339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/5235324982352750339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2010/12/igauks-tahaks-meist-ideaalset-ja.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/TRjoChTELLI/AAAAAAAAAqc/pbQexuPGMDY/s72-c/nB52QNC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-134280287707802296</id><published>2010-12-07T20:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T20:09:20.596+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/TP54AoaSY-I/AAAAAAAAAqI/lWILJlpmMpk/s1600/johnny-depp_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/TP54AoaSY-I/AAAAAAAAAqI/lWILJlpmMpk/s320/johnny-depp_005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548003743210038242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-134280287707802296?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/134280287707802296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/134280287707802296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2010/12/lihtsalt-mmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/TP54AoaSY-I/AAAAAAAAAqI/lWILJlpmMpk/s72-c/johnny-depp_005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-7269764818170074846</id><published>2010-12-02T18:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T19:41:56.751+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/TP5x2J-fRyI/AAAAAAAAAqA/reMc7uws39U/s1600/nabuko_izjumovs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/TP5x2J-fRyI/AAAAAAAAAqA/reMc7uws39U/s320/nabuko_izjumovs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547996966171920162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reedene õhtu lõppes Illegardis. Ootused olid nii suured ja õhin oli nii suur, ei jõudnud seda laupäeva ära oodata. Kõik läks suurepäraselt ja mulle väga meeldis see! Käisin vaatamas Nabuccot. Giuseppe Fortunino Francesco Verdi lavastus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma ei saa öelda kindlalt, et see ooper algatas minu karjääri heliloojana -ütles Giuseppe Verdi. Aastal 1840, pärast Giuseppe Verdi surma on lapsed kui ka tema abikaasa kannatanud sügava depressiooni all. Alles pärast kahte aastat - 1842, helilooja võidab oma kriisid, arveldab ja hakkab tegema ja kirjutama Nabucco 't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hagi esimese osa toimub Jeruusalemmas ja muud osad Babyloni ajal valitsemisajal Nebukadnetsar II. (605-562 eKr), kes 586 eKr hävitatakse Temple of Solomonis Jeruusalemmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I osa Jeruusalemmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interior of the Temple of Solomon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babüloonlaste (nimetatakse ka assüürlased), mida juhtis kuningas Nabucco (Nebukadnetsar) on plaaninud rünnata Jeruusalemma. Hereeblaste kõrgeim preester Zaccaria (Sakarja) loodab, et Nabucco tütar Fenena, keda ta hoiab pantvangis, aitab tagada rahu. Fenena pannakse Nabucco nõbu Ismaele(Ismael)hoole alla, samas Zaccaria ja heebrealased kaitsevad linna.&lt;br /&gt;Ismaele ja Fenena on salaja armunud. Kuid Nabucco vanim tütar Abigaille on ka armunud Ismaele'sse. Pärast tabatakse kaks armunut, Abigaille tunnistab enda tundeid ja pakub Ismaelele tema armastust et säästa Heebrealased. Ismaele keeldub.&lt;br /&gt;Heebrealastele taganevad taas templisse. Nabucco ja tema armee peatab Zaccaria. Nabuccole meenus et Zaccaria ähvardas tappa Fenena.&lt;br /&gt;Ismaele äkkitselt haarab pistoda Zaccaria vöölt.  Nabucco tellimusel põletati tempel ja nüüd on Fenena väljaspool ohtu. Abigaille denonsseerib oma armastust ja lubadusi ning hävitab heebrealased. Zaccaria oli pannud needuse Ismaelele Fenena  vabastamisel kuid sellest hoolimata ta tegutseb ja reedab oma rahva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II osa kuri mees või uskmatu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An apartment in the Royal Palace of Babylon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abigaille avastab ta ei ole kuninga tütar vaid hoopis ori. Endiselt on Abigaille ambitsiooniliselt võimukas, ta on vihane Nabucco peale, et Fenena nimetatakse asevalitsejaks, kui ta ise jääb Babyloni orjaks. Ta kavatseb kättemaksu Fenenale - tema rivaal armastuses ja trooni pärimisel. Baali kõrgeim preester on arutanud et Fenena  vabastatakse. Abigaille on meeleheitel. Baal'is levib kuulujutt, et  Nabucco on langenud lahingus. Abigaille on mõelnud, et hakkab end kergitama troonile.&lt;br /&gt;Zaccaria kavatseb muuta Fenena juudi usku. Ismaele, Zaccaria õde Anna ja Fenena kogunevad saali. Kuninga surmast ja Abigaille's võimuletulekust on teatatud. Viimasel hetkel siseneb Baal'i ülempreestr ning kahmab Fenenalt krooni. Järsku ilmub Nabucco ise ja võtab krooni. Kroon oli mürgitatud Abigaille poolt, kes soovis, et Fenena selle pähe paneks ja hulluks läheks. Kuid juhtus nii et Nabucco läks ise hulluks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III osa PROHVETEERING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging Gardens of Babylon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abigaille võtab nüüd võimu. Baali kõrgeim preester küsib surma põhjust Fenena ja Hereeblaste käest. Nabucco üritab päästa Fenena esitades dokumendi, mis tõendab Abigaille alandlikku sündi. Nabucco võetakse vahi alla. Tema väide, et päästa Fenena on asjata. Orjastatud Heebrealasted on oma kodumaa kaotanud. Zaccaria näeb ettekuulutust - nende kannatustest ja Babyloni hävitamisest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV osa purustatud iidol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An apartment in the Palace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehmastusest ärkvele tulnud Nabucco näeb, et Fenena on viidud hukkamisele. Ta anub andestust heebrea Jumalalt ja lubab taastada Templi. Mis tema mõttetest puhastab kõrkjad, et säästa Fenena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hanging Gardens of Babylon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabucco ja tema sõdurid saabuvad, et päästa Fenena ja Hereeblased. Ta tellib Baali pildi hävitamist. See kukub ja puruneb. Nabucco pakub Heebrealastele naasta oma riiki ja teenida taas valitsejat. Abigaille on võtnud mürki ja läheneb surmale. Ta palub Fenenalt andestust ning nähes Ismaele ärgitab Nabucco kaitsta kahe armastajat. Ta sureb tuginedes siisse heebrealaste Jumala juurde.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-7269764818170074846?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/7269764818170074846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/7269764818170074846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2010/12/reedene-ohtu-loppes-illegardis.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/TP5x2J-fRyI/AAAAAAAAAqA/reMc7uws39U/s72-c/nabuko_izjumovs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-3401724851964789117</id><published>2010-12-02T18:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T21:06:54.994+02:00</updated><title type='text'>19.11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/TPfF_S64Z7I/AAAAAAAAAp4/I1F0JUim_LM/s1600/238839t3h23f3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/TPfF_S64Z7I/AAAAAAAAAp4/I1F0JUim_LM/s320/238839t3h23f3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546119157331290034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind on absoluutselt nakatatud ühe väikse teatri pisikuga. Ma armastan teatrit ja mulle meeldib seal käija. Mmm.. ei mäletagi millal seal käisin. Aga Nüüd olen juba mitu-mitu nädalat järjest seal ringi käinud ja tean nurgataguseid kohti. Käisin vaatamas siis 19-nendal Novembril Ämbliknaise suudlust. See oli päris hea. See oli siis esimene teatri külastus see aasta üldse! Ja see oli meeldiv ja hea mälestus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muusikali tegevus toimub ühes Ladina-Ameerika vanglas. Homoseksuaalist Luis Alberto Molina istub kolmandat aastat alaealise ärakasutamise eest. Elab ta fantaasiamaailmas, et põgeneda vanglaelust, piinamistest, hirmust ja alandamisest. Tema kujutlusi toidavad peamiselt nähtud filmid ja staarid, eelkõige vampnaine Aurora. Just üks selle naise roll köidab ja hirmutab teda eriliselt: ämbliknaine, kes tapab suudlusega.&lt;br /&gt;Ühel päeval tuuakse kongi uus vang: Valentin Arregui Paz, marksistist revolutsionäär. Pikkamööda saavad need kaks täiesti erinevat meest lähedasteks. Viimaks jagavad nad omavahel saladusi, millest ka vangla juhtkond oleks huvitatud. Õnnelikku lõppu sel lool aga olla ei saa, sest ämbliknaine ootab üksnes hetke surmavaks suudluseks …&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-3401724851964789117?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/3401724851964789117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/3401724851964789117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2010/12/1911.html' title='19.11'/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/TPfF_S64Z7I/AAAAAAAAAp4/I1F0JUim_LM/s72-c/238839t3h23f3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-7142791107558668848</id><published>2010-11-13T21:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T21:40:43.574+02:00</updated><title type='text'>13 faking november.</title><content type='html'>Tegelt ka, ma ei suuda enam taluda seda kuidas te minuga käitute, mismõttes nagu. Ahjaa nüüd olen siis tõesti kõigile tühi koht, aga kui midagi vaja siis jooksevad kasvõi jalad tagumikust välja. Persse see kõik sakib fakjea noh. Teate kuidas ma tahaks siit juba minema minna kaugele või üldse siit täiesti minema ja mitte enam tagasi tulla. See pole nüüd küll päris õige, aga mulle tundub et ma olen kõigile jalus. Alles eile ma taipasin,ohh kui loll ma suutsin varem olla, et mul ei ole enda kõrval mittekedagi enam. Pole kedagi usaldada ja see faking sakib täiega. Olen mõelnud et kas mul on tõelisi sõpru üldse olnudki ?? EIIIII OLE !  Ja nii ongi. onju nii, tunnistage endale et te hülgate sõpru, pole kedagi sellist olnud kes on truu ja hea sõber. Peaks kirjutama inkasse jutu, sinna milline ongi siis see minuarvates ideaalne sõber, sellist pole ma veel kahjuks kohanud, vägaväga kahju.  Paljud on keeranud selja, ole nii hea kui oled. Aga edu neile. perrse mind ei huvita see üldse. Sööge kasvõi ära end. Koguaeg on midagi negatiivset. Polegi olemas sellist päeva mis ei möödu positiivse tujuga, see kõik situb mu igasse päeva. Käige kõik sinna kuhu tahate !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-7142791107558668848?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/7142791107558668848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/7142791107558668848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2010/11/13-faking-november.html' title='13 faking november.'/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-360891866198324143</id><published>2010-11-12T23:34:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T23:41:38.324+02:00</updated><title type='text'>23:39</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/TN20jhznNlI/AAAAAAAAAoo/MjW4FeShmBs/s1600/k%25C3%25B5rb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/TN20jhznNlI/AAAAAAAAAoo/MjW4FeShmBs/s200/k%25C3%25B5rb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538781639198848594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahaks ära lennata siit kaugele&lt;br /&gt;Sinna, kuhu kutsub mind maailm,&lt;br /&gt;minna sinna kuhu viivad teed&lt;br /&gt;Teed mis on igavesed ja kestvad,&lt;br /&gt;kestavad alati ja koos minuga,&lt;br /&gt;minuga nad looklevad teadmatusesse&lt;br /&gt;Teadmatus on kaugel&lt;br /&gt;kaugel nagu mina, &lt;br /&gt;mina kes istudes siin, neid värsse kirjutab,&lt;br /&gt;kirjutades mõtisklevalt ja tundest&lt;br /&gt;tundest mis mind valdab.&lt;br /&gt;Valdab ükindustunne ja igatsus&lt;br /&gt;Igatsus inimeste ja kohtate järgi&lt;br /&gt;järgi neile, kes mind iial ei hülga.&lt;br /&gt;Hülga Ega jäta mind sinna&lt;br /&gt;Sinna kus on kõrbed ja liiv&lt;br /&gt;Liiv ja kõle üksindus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-360891866198324143?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/360891866198324143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/360891866198324143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2010/11/2339.html' title='23:39'/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/TN20jhznNlI/AAAAAAAAAoo/MjW4FeShmBs/s72-c/k%25C3%25B5rb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-1227436253654517860</id><published>2010-11-12T23:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T23:33:42.369+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Istun kodus, on reede õhtu ja kuulan muusikat. TÕSISELT BOOOOOOOORING. Pidid pidid teised minuga ühendust võtma aga siiamaani võtavad jajah, Täielik ülelend. Suren igavusse siia. Polegi vist muud teha kui magama minna. Teile ka jah sinna, &lt;br /&gt;Head ööd&lt;br /&gt;Magage hästi.&lt;br /&gt;Ma kustutan tuled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-1227436253654517860?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/1227436253654517860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/1227436253654517860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2010/11/istun-kodus-on-reede-ohtu-ja-kuulan.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-4933680173989724477</id><published>2010-10-28T20:24:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T20:58:52.448+03:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>Näen teist päeva järjest kummalisi unenägusid. Täiesti tundmatud inimesed, keda ma ei tea, tunduvad mulle unenäos just need kõige tähtsamad. Ma isegi ei tea nende nimesid ? Kummaline.. Ja ma ei oska enda unenägudele isegi seletust leida.. !?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-4933680173989724477?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/4933680173989724477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/4933680173989724477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-1970781353497312395</id><published>2010-10-15T19:21:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T19:21:56.951+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kas mulle tundub või mul on kõigest siiber ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-1970781353497312395?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/1970781353497312395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/1970781353497312395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2010/10/kas-mulle-tundub-voi-mul-on-koigest.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-5571352523750176849</id><published>2010-10-13T17:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T17:57:54.378+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Häbematud !</title><content type='html'>Olen mõelnud et mul on kõrini sellest kõigest mis minu ümber toimub. See ajab mind endast väga välja kui meie klass plaanib midagi, aga ei võeta osa ja siis mõnel INIMESEL on häda et klassiga ei käida koos kusagil. Otsisin siis, mida küll klassiga teha, et võiks minna tartusse šhoppama ja teatrisse ja meil 3 inimest ütlevad jälle ära. kuigi mul on juba 15 piletit tellitud. Tõesti, ma ei korralda enam mittemidagi, mittekellegil pole mõttet üldse midagi korraldada. Nad ei saa aru kui palju vaeva peab nägema ja siis osad inimesed teevad nii.  Üldiselt ma ei salli oma klassi mitteüldse  Poisid on eriti ülbed ja ninakad. Ma sooviksin aega tagasi keerata ja oleksin pidanud minema ikka Tartusse kooli. Ohh.. Tüdrukutega organiseerime kõike ja teeme aga nemad vastavad meile nii halvasti ja ei mõista üldse. Nad ei kasva kunagi suureks. Tõeslised *****d ! Nii lapsikud ja memmekad. Varem oli meil palju parem klass. parem mis olla sai. kuid nüüd on täiesti põrgu lahti. Eitea mis veel 12-nenda klassi lõpus saab.. ohh kas jäängi siia kooli veel.. lõpetan ehk mujal. Totaalselt häbematud klassikaaslased !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-5571352523750176849?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/5571352523750176849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/5571352523750176849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2010/10/habematud.html' title='Häbematud !'/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-8362755925350794631</id><published>2010-09-25T11:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T12:11:04.133+03:00</updated><title type='text'>25</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/TJ28ex2OqKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/k7ZlwprOAzQ/s1600/When_every_tear_I_shed____by_GothicXpress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/TJ28ex2OqKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/k7ZlwprOAzQ/s320/When_every_tear_I_shed____by_GothicXpress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520775955188983970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mu sees varitseb täielik tühjus. Tühjus mida ei suuda täita enam mitte miski. Ma ei tea mida või keda ma vajan. Ma olen segaduses kõige pärast mis minu ümber toimub. See just kui laostub järjest. Tundub, et ma hakkan enesehaletsejaks. Tihti tunnen kuidas inimesed mööduvad minust kui tühjusest. Elu asetseks kui kiirteel. Mina aga seisan ja aeg peatub. Ma ei suuda elada enam niisugust elu kui tavaliselt. Vajan vaheldust. Sooviks minna kuhugi kaugele, eemale kõikidest siit. Tahaks alustada täiesti uuest valgusest. Vaja lihtsalt aega, mil minu sees kõik uuesti taastub, ja sellepärast pean ma lahkuma. Kuid kuhu ja kuidas ? Ma ei suuda tulla toime üksinda, vajan kedagi usaldusväärset enda kõrvale, kuid teda pole. &lt;br /&gt;  Tunnen kuidas vajan päikese soojust, või kuidas vajan et tuuleiil minu kõrval vaikselt sositaks. Tahaks tunda kuidas vihmapiisad vaikselt valaksid end minu peale.&lt;br /&gt;   Soovin olla üks sealt ülevalt taevast, üks särav täht, mis oleks kõige eredam ja kõige tähtsam täht. Mõtted järgjest kanduvad edasi siia, kuid mu mõtted on segased ja ma ei suuda neid talitseda. Olen tühjus.. Südames mul puudub hellus, soojus.&lt;br /&gt;Minu elupäike juba ammu merre loojus. Hinges mul puudub igatsus, lootus. Minu elu on vaid mõttetu, lõputu õnne ootus. On minus üldse veel midagi head?&lt;br /&gt;Ütle palun mulle, kui sa vastust tead! Olen ma tõesti tundetu võõras, kes uitab ringi oma elu mõõnas?..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-8362755925350794631?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/8362755925350794631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/8362755925350794631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2010/09/25.html' title='25'/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/TJ28ex2OqKI/AAAAAAAAAn4/k7ZlwprOAzQ/s72-c/When_every_tear_I_shed____by_GothicXpress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-8428396264567533117</id><published>2010-09-07T18:39:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T18:40:12.783+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...end oled sa mõelnud või tundnud, mis saab kui mind enam ei ole, kui endasse tagasi tõmbun, kui sulle mind enam ei ole... ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-8428396264567533117?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/8428396264567533117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/8428396264567533117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-4561098938971545692</id><published>2010-07-20T21:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T20:51:05.253+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/TIfM9BigHrI/AAAAAAAAAno/Byx6-WuCotk/s1600/2N_6htu_hamaruses_black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/TIfM9BigHrI/AAAAAAAAAno/Byx6-WuCotk/s200/2N_6htu_hamaruses_black.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514601617495695026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuigi ilm on ilus ja väljas on soe, tunnen ma sageli arusaamatul põhjusel, et olen nii üksik, keegi ei mõista mind ja kõik mind ümbritsevad inimesed käivad mulle ainult närvidele. Ma tahaksin ennast sulgeda oma tuppa ja enesehaletsusest lihtsalt nutta. Mulle tundub, et kui keegi küsib "Kuidas sa ennast tunned?", siis tegelikult tahab ta minu kallal lihtsalt norida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma olen ju paar viimast päeva tundunud ennast kohutavalt ja seda peaks mu näostki näha olema. Kuidas küll elada üle need kaks nädalat, peale mida on taas võimalik nautida elu, tegeleda normaalselt igapäevaste asjadega ja saada tagasi oma enesekindlus?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-4561098938971545692?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/4561098938971545692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/4561098938971545692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2010/07/kuigi-ilm-on-ilus-ja-valjas-on-soe.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/TIfM9BigHrI/AAAAAAAAAno/Byx6-WuCotk/s72-c/2N_6htu_hamaruses_black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-2591440061656967137</id><published>2010-06-19T22:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T13:15:58.687+03:00</updated><title type='text'>? Ja nii ongi..</title><content type='html'>Olen väsinud ja omadega täiesti läbi. Pohmell peetud ja nüüd suht uimane olla. Pidasin eile siis sünnipäeva. Algus oli ikka nii nagu ikka, vaikus enne tormi. kui joogid sees siis ikka läheb. Ma ei mäleta pooli asju. Aga olen osades inimestes vägagi pettunud. Nimesid ma nimetama ei hakka, küll nad seda ise teavad. Mul polegi vist tõelisi bõpru keda usaldada, sest nyyd ma märkasin et neile on miski muu tähtsam kui minuga koos sünnipäeva tähistada. Olen Õnelik et minu klassivennad minust lugu pidasid ja olid kohal ! :) Aitähh teile kes te olite ja mu päeva lõbusaks muutsite. Lihtsalt Hea oli ! :) Suured tänud ka neile kes mulle õnne soovisid. Kõige enam meeldis mulle ikka Meelise ja Uuga kingitus. See on lihtsalt nii ilus. uskumatu ikka. Nii armas neist. Arvan et korda läinud sünnipäev. Kui kellegil mingit tagasisidet on sooviks teada, et mida järgmine aasta paremini teha ! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-2591440061656967137?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/2591440061656967137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/2591440061656967137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2010/06/pohmakas.html' title='? Ja nii ongi..'/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-4850949610185788288</id><published>2010-05-18T20:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T20:58:00.917+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mõtlesin taas midagi postitada.</title><content type='html'>Ma Ei Ole Nuku Keda Maha Visata Ja Otsas Trampida.&lt;br /&gt;Ma Ei Ole Kristall  Keda Peab Luku Taga Hoidma.&lt;br /&gt;Ma Olen Üks Ja Ainus Mina.&lt;br /&gt;Ma  Tujutsen,Ma Vihastan,Ma Solvun.&lt;br /&gt;Ma Rõõmustan,Ma Nutan,Ma Unistan.&lt;br /&gt;Ma  armastan,Ma vihkan.&lt;br /&gt;Mul on tunded.&lt;br /&gt;Ma Olen Elusolend,&lt;br /&gt;Ma Elan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-4850949610185788288?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/4850949610185788288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/4850949610185788288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2010/05/motlesin-taas-midagi-postitada.html' title='Mõtlesin taas midagi postitada.'/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-7686805795014804864</id><published>2010-05-17T17:26:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T17:35:36.944+03:00</updated><title type='text'>mälestusi täis on atmosfäär</title><content type='html'>Vahel on lihtsalt hea mõelda mineviku üle, mida kõike juhtunud ka pole. Mis küll hea mis halb. Halvast ei hooli, kuid hea tuleb alati ja jääb alatiseks ka meelde. Nagu koit ütleb - " mälestusi täis on atmosfäär " peab tõesti paika. Kõikide mälestused asuvad seal ja kõik teavad üles leida omad mälestused mis vanaduspõlves võivad küll kustuda. Iga järgneva päevaga tuleb uus mälestus ja vanemad aina ununevad. Üles kirjutatult on hea lugeda mis minevikus juhtunud on ja meelde tuletada neid aegu. Olen ülimalt õnnelik ja rahul hetkel oma eluga, lihtsalt paremat ei oskagi tahta. Mul on kõik olemas mida vaja. Armastus , perekond ning sõbrad.  Hea on tunda kui keegi sind hoiab ja kallistab, suudleb ja hellitab. Liblikaeffekt tekib kõhtu. Mul on südames selline kirjeldamatu tunne, mida kindlasti kõik oma elus läbi kogevad ja osad kes on juba kogenud ja kindlasti kes ka kogevad hetkel minuga ühel ajal. See on nii imeline tunne, selline mille kõrval jäävad kõik sõnad nii tühiseks ja mõttetuks. Lihtsalt olla, armastada ja elada. Ma ei oskaks enam olla kui keegi nii kallis inimene minu kõrvalt kaoks. Lihtsalt katastroof. Tekib tühjus.&lt;br /&gt;Ütleks veel nii, et elu on LILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-7686805795014804864?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/7686805795014804864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/7686805795014804864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2010/05/malestusi-tais-on-atmosfaar.html' title='mälestusi täis on atmosfäär'/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-7087524141170046351</id><published>2010-04-26T20:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T20:31:57.914+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TÄHTEDE TAGA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tähtede taga kord koidab sul taevas,&lt;br /&gt;ootus ja lootus seal täide sul läeb!&lt;br /&gt;Mis sa siin kandnud ja kannatand vaevas,&lt;br /&gt;kõik seal sust igavest maha siis jääb,&lt;br /&gt;kõik seal sust igavest maha siis jääb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tähtede taga – seal vajub kõik vale,&lt;br /&gt;seal näed, mis tumedaks teinud on ilm.&lt;br /&gt;Kurbuse järel sul naeratab pale,&lt;br /&gt;õndsamas rõõmus siis särab su silm,&lt;br /&gt;õndsamas rõõmus siis särab su silm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tähtede taga on sinu jaoks valmis&lt;br /&gt;taevane lohutus, rõhutud rind!&lt;br /&gt;Jumala inglite kiituse salmid&lt;br /&gt;saatvad sind rahusse, väsinud hing,&lt;br /&gt;saatvad sind rahusse, väsinud hing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Puhka rahus (w) !&lt;/em&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/3306147538695135725-7087524141170046351?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/7087524141170046351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/7087524141170046351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2010/04/tahtede-taga-tahtede-taga-kord-koidab.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-6632580897107027657</id><published>2010-04-24T12:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T19:46:23.386+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/S9LCxs5MClI/AAAAAAAAAnU/aB2V4ViVDII/s1600/Feel+to+happy+our+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463643457074235986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/S9LCxs5MClI/AAAAAAAAAnU/aB2V4ViVDII/s320/Feel+to+happy+our+love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; FONT-FAMILY: webdings"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tulen Su juurde.&lt;br /&gt;Ma tulen Sa tead.&lt;br /&gt;Liigun Su poole läbi öise Tallinna.&lt;br /&gt;Ma tulen Su juurde,&lt;br /&gt;Nii kiirelt kui saan,&lt;br /&gt;Kui vaid saan.&lt;br /&gt;Sest lubasid minna lõpuni&lt;br /&gt;Sa täna minuga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-6632580897107027657?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/6632580897107027657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/6632580897107027657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2010/04/tulen-su-juurde.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/S9LCxs5MClI/AAAAAAAAAnU/aB2V4ViVDII/s72-c/Feel+to+happy+our+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-675484142418545625</id><published>2010-04-09T15:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T15:34:42.225+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I wont give up&lt;br /&gt;No I wont break down&lt;br /&gt; sooner that it seems&lt;br /&gt; life turns around&lt;br /&gt; and I will be strong&lt;br /&gt; even if it all goes wrong&lt;br /&gt;and when im standing in the dark&lt;br /&gt; I'll still believe someone's watchinf over me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-675484142418545625?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/675484142418545625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/675484142418545625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-i-wont-give-up-no-i-wont-break-down.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-6458036162382949380</id><published>2010-04-03T16:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T16:36:50.073+03:00</updated><title type='text'>TONISEERIVAD JA PINGUTAVAD (MASKID NÄPUNÄITED)</title><content type='html'>1. Tuld kortsudele: BANAANIMASKBanaan on suurepärane puuvili, mis aitab siluda meelehärmi tegevaid peeni jooni näos. Banaanis sisaldub askorbiinhape, vitamiin B6 ja kaalium.&lt;br /&gt;Vajalik: • ¼ banaani&lt;br /&gt;Toimi nii: Purusta ¼  banaani kuni saad kreemja massi. Soovi korral lisa pisut mett. Kata saadud massiga nägu 15-20 minutiks. Loputa algul sooja, seejärel külma veega. Tupsuta kuivaks.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;2. Poore ahendav ÕUNAMASK&lt;br /&gt;Vajalik: • 1/2 tassi värsket õunamahla • 2 väikest kurki&lt;br /&gt;Toimi nii: Purusta kurgid köögikombainis, lisa õunamahl. Määri näole ja jäta imenduma 20 minutiks. Seejärel loputa.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;3. Pinguldav MUNAMASKMunavalge tihendab poore ning ühtlustab nahka; sisalduvad ained lisavad nahale värskust ning nooruslikkust. Seda rutiini võid kasutada kord nädalas. Tihedam kasutus tagab vähema efektiivsuse.&lt;br /&gt;Vajalik: • 1 munavalge&lt;br /&gt;Toimi nii: Vahusta kergelt munavalge. Määri näole, lase kuivada. Kui tunned, et nahk kisub ebameeldivalt, võid näole pihustada pisut vett. Sama nipp töötab hästi mistahes maski mõju pikendamisel. Loputa hästi.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;4. KARTULIMASKSee retsept on mõeldud eelkõige neile, kellele valmistavad peavalu tumedad silmaalused. &lt;br /&gt;Vajalik: • 1 värske kartul&lt;br /&gt;Toimi nii: Mässi riivitud kartul marlisse ning aseta 15-20 minutiks silmalaugudele. Tupsuta laud puhtaks ning lisa silmakreem.&lt;br /&gt;NIISUTAVAD JA TOITVAD MASKID&lt;br /&gt;1. APELSINI-JOGURTI MASKTunned end pisut loiuna? Nahal peegeldub väsimus, aga tähtis kohtumine ootab ees? Proovi seda suurepärast maski--- jogurt puhastab ja toidab su nahka, apelsin aga kubiseb C vitamiinist ning AHA happeist&lt;br /&gt;Vajalik: • 1 spl naturaalset jogurtit• ¼ apelsini mahl&lt;br /&gt;Toimi nii: Sega omavahel, kasta sõrmed segusse ja määri näole. Tunneta selle segu jahutavat ning lõõgastavat mõju. Hoia 5 minutit, seejärel loputa.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;2. KURGI-AVOKAADO MASK&lt;br /&gt;Vajalik: • ½ tassi tükeldatud kurki • ½ tassi tükeldatud avokaadot• 1 munavalge• 2 spl piimapulbrit&lt;br /&gt;Toimi nii: Sega kokku. Liikudes ringikujuliste liigutustega suunaga üles määri näole ja kaelale. Jäta nahale 30 minutiks või kuni mask on kuivanud. Eemalda mask loputades kaela ja nägu leige veega, seejärel uha nägu külma veega. Tupsuta kuivaks.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;3. Mõjus MEEMASKMees sisaldub hulk looduslikke antioksüdante, mis kaitsevad nahka kahjuliku UV-kiirguse eest ning aitavad nahal säilitada nooruslikku jumet.&lt;br /&gt;Vajalik:• 2 spl mett• 2 tl piima&lt;br /&gt;Toimi nii:  Sega mesi ja piim omavahel. Määri sõrmedega näole ja kaelale. Lase mõjuda 10 minutit, seejärel loputa leige veega.PUHASTAVA JA KOORIVA TOIMEGA MASKID&lt;br /&gt;1. Puhastav KAERAHELBEMASKKaerahelvestel on omakorda imav, antiallergiline ning nahka pehmendav toime.&lt;br /&gt;Vajalik:• ½ tassi kaerahelbeid • 2 spl naturaaljogurtit&lt;br /&gt;Toimi nii: Sega omavahel nõnda, et jogurti hulgast piisaks ühtlaseks katvaks massiks. Määri üle näo, jättes silmapiirkonna puutumata. Lase mõjuda 10 minutit ning loputa.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Värskendav VIRSIKUMASKVirsik sisaldab suurel hulgal AHA happeid, mis on kooriva toimega. Kerge koorimine AHA’d sisaldavate puuviljadega kiirendab raku uuenemist ja annab tervema jume. AHA hape pehmendab kortse, päikesest ning east tingitud laike, vähendab nahakahjustusi ja puhastab poore.&lt;br /&gt;Vajalik: • 1 keskmise suurusega virsik• 1 spl mett• kaerahelbeid&lt;br /&gt;Toimi nii: Keeda virsik pehmeks, purusta kahvliga, lisa mett ja pisut kaerahelbeid kuni saad paksema massi. Kanna nahale 10 minutiks. Loputa jaheda veega.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kreemjas AVOKAADOMASKSee avokaadol baseeruv mask võib nahaga teha lausa imesid, olles ühtaegu nii puhastava, niisutava kui ka õrnalt kooriva toimega.&lt;br /&gt;Vajalik: • 1 spl küpset avokaadot • 1 spl mett• natuke mandlijahu (kui on)&lt;br /&gt;Toimi nii: Sega omavahel avokaado ja mesi ja mandlijahu kuni saavutad kreemja konsistentsi. Määri puhtale näole 15-20 minutiks. Loputa leige veega samaaegselt õrnalt masseerides, et koorida nahalt surnud rakud.&lt;br /&gt;NAHKA TASAKAALUSTAVAD MASKID&lt;br /&gt;1. ÕUNAMASKSobib rasusele või akne soodumusega nahale.&lt;br /&gt;Vajalik:• 1 keskmise suurusega õun• 5 spl mett&lt;br /&gt;Toimi nii: Riivi õun korralikult peeneks. Sega saadud mass meega. Tupsuta üle näo ja lase mõjuda 10 minutit. Loputa jaheda veega.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;2. Magus MAASIKAMASKJuba vanad roomlased ülistasid maasika meditsiinilisi omadusi. Samuti peaks maasikates sisalduv C vitamiini kogus ületama tsitrustes sisalduva.&lt;br /&gt;Vajalik:• 8-9 maasikat• 3 spl mett&lt;br /&gt;Toimi nii: Vajuta maasikad kahvliga ühtlaseks massiks, lisa mesi. Ära sega liiga vedelaks. Määri nahale, lase mõned minutid mõjuda, seejärel loputa.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;3. TOMATIMASKTomatil on kudesid pinguldav mõju, samuti aitab ta hästi puhastada ummistunud poore.&lt;br /&gt;Toimi nii: Eemalda koor ja lömasta ühtlaseks massiks, sega kaerahelvestega, aseta näole. Alternatiivina võid näole asetada ka värskelt lõigatud tomativiilud.&lt;br /&gt;Piima ja mee vann&lt;br /&gt;Kui lisada Kleopatra kuulsale piimavannile kodumaist mett, saad nautida kõrgklassi luksust oma isiklikus vannitoas. Selleks on vaja:&lt;br /&gt;• 1 tass mett• 1 tass keevat vett• 2 tassi piima• 0,5 tassi meresoola• 10 tilka vaniljeõli• 2 spl. söögisoodat&lt;br /&gt;Lahusta vannivees söögisooda ja meresool. Sega kokku mesi, piim ja kuum vesi ning lisa vanniveele. Kõige lõpuks tilguta vanni vaniljeõli ning nauding võib alata.&lt;br /&gt;Vannisool&lt;br /&gt;Oled sa tähele pannud, kuidas merevesi muudab naha peale suplust eriti pehmeks? Sama tulemuse saad vannisoolaga ning selle asemel, et osta poest värvaineid sisaldavaid valmistooteid, võid vannisoola ise valmistada. Näiteks selline retsept:&lt;br /&gt;• 6 tassi Epsomi soola• 2 tassi söögisoodat• 1 tass meresoola&lt;br /&gt;Sega kõik ained kokku ning pane kinnisesse purki. Kuna jällegi on tegemist seguga, mis säilib kaua, võid potsiku kaunistamisel fantaasia lendu lasta.&lt;br /&gt;Kui mõnusad segud on valmis, pane küünlad vannituppa põlema, võimaluse korral plaadimängijasse oma lemmikmuusikat ning lase vanniveel ennast hellitada. Kes teine  oskab sinu eest kõige paremini hoolt kanda kui mitte sina ise?&lt;br /&gt;Kui sul on usku vanarahva tarkusesse, siis proovi ilunippe, mida kasutasid meie vanaemad. Suvi on selleks sobivaim aastaaeg, sest kust mujalt kui koduajast saab parimaid iluhoolduse koostisosi.&lt;br /&gt;Keha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saun on ideaalne koht oma keha hellitamiseks. Väga hea kehamaski saad, kui segad kokku söögisoodat, mett ning õli. Pane saadud segu leiliruumi ning kui see on  muutunud vahuks, kanna kehale. Võta 15 min. leili ja siis pese segu maha. Nädalaks on pehme beebinahk garanteeritud.&lt;br /&gt;Kui sul on kodus vann, pigista vannivette apelsini, mandariini, greipi ja  lisa 300gr. meresoola ning  paar teelusikat oliiviõli.  Lisaks värsketest puuviljadest tingitud aromaatsele elamusele saad pehme naha omanikuks.&lt;br /&gt;Vananaiste tarkus on, et sauna minnes pane rabarberileht tagumiku alla. Rabarberil on jääke väljutav toime ning väidetavalt  pidi see järjepideval kasutamisel tselluliiti vähendama.&lt;br /&gt;Jalad&lt;br /&gt;Kellel on probleeme jalgade higistamisega, võib proovida järgnevat jalavanni. Keeda paar teekotti 15 min. liitris vees ja vala saadud tõmmis pesukaussi kahe liitri jaheda vee hulka. Tee selliseid vanne 30 min. 7 päeva jooksul ning jalgade higistamine ning ebameeldiv lõhn väheneb märgatavalt.&lt;br /&gt;Nägu&lt;br /&gt;Rasusele ja poorsele näonahale sobib maasikatest ja munavalgetest tehtud mask. Hoia seda näol 15 min. ja loputa leige veega. Kui enne õhtust väljaminekut on vaja kiiresti nägu värskendada, siis vahusta munavalge, tupsuta vaht näkku, hoia 15 min. ja loputa leige veega. Nii silendad kortse ning jume lööb särama.&lt;br /&gt;Kui näole on tekkinud vistrik ja teepuuõli ei ole käepärast, tupsuta vistrikku sidrunimahla kontsentraadiga, siis kaob see kiiremini.&lt;br /&gt;Silmad&lt;br /&gt;Tursunud ja väsinud silmadele annab värskendust külm kurgiviil. Sa võid kurgiviilud sügavkülma panna, et vajaduse korral oleks kohe käepärast võtta.&lt;br /&gt;Juuksed&lt;br /&gt;Heledatele juustele saab sära, kui neid loputada kummeliteega. Tumedatele juustele on sama toimega must tee või kohvi.  Kuivad juuksed saavad niisutust, kui segada munakollane, 1 tl. sidrunimahla ja 1 tl. riitsinusõli.  Hoia segu peas 1h, loputa ja  pese juukseid nagu  tavaliselt.&lt;br /&gt;Kindlasti ei oma siinsed soovitused nii kiiretoimelist mõju kui poest ostetud vahendid. Kuid samas on need vabad igasugustest säilitusainetest ning pikaajalisel kasutamisel on tulemus garanteeritud.&lt;br /&gt;Kui sul on lisada mõned nipid, mille positiivset mõju oled omal nahal kogenud, juhenda ka meid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-6458036162382949380?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/6458036162382949380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/6458036162382949380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2010/04/toniseerivad-ja-pingutavad-maskid.html' title='TONISEERIVAD JA PINGUTAVAD (MASKID NÄPUNÄITED)'/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-5947740032688484955</id><published>2010-03-31T20:01:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T20:35:32.486+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Minu peas keerlevad kõiksugu küsimusi. Olen üpriski segaduses. Mässin end alati igalepoole ja olen ise see kõige suurem kannataja. Tead kuidas vihkan, et mul nii tüütu elu on määratud.  Liiga palju kannatusi? Koguaeg on mingi konflikt kellegiga. See on nii ebasobiv. Sooviksin, et mu elu läheks mööda sirget teed. Ja võiks olla mittekonarlik. Olen tüdinenud sellest nõmedast elust. Üldiselt on mul juba vähemalt 5 aastat selline mõte et missugune nõme elu. Tekib küsimus, miks siin maailmas üldse olen kui valmistan teistele kannatusi ja valu.  Müsteerium. Olen näinud palju. Mõnda olen jõudnud kaotada ja mõnda elus jätta maha. Astun vaevaliselt oma eluteed. Ah, ei jõua iial öelda ma mida ma tunnen. Sest kõik on nii keeruline ja raske. See paneb mõtlema.  Mida ütlema peaks ? Palun, peatu aeg ! Vastuseid ? - Mul pole neid. Elan heledalt põledes. Kuid siiski jätkan ma oma elu, kauaks ? Mul on otsuseid mida on raske teha, ilma et kellegile haiget teeks. Olen tüdinenud valde otsuste tegemisest. Need kõik maksavad mulle kätte. Aidake ! Ma tahan ära siit ! Soovin oma eluga hüvasti jätta. Headaega.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-5947740032688484955?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/5947740032688484955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/5947740032688484955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2010/03/minu-peas-keerlevad-koiksugu-kusimusi.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-6254578361994303031</id><published>2010-03-04T21:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T14:48:12.396+02:00</updated><title type='text'>You've Touched My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/S5ALoB4goJI/AAAAAAAAAnM/DKs6UMGkCCc/s1600-h/quote-wallpaper26.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 400px; float: left; height: 300px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444864731819057298" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/S5ALoB4goJI/AAAAAAAAAnM/DKs6UMGkCCc/s400/quote-wallpaper26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;You've given me a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;For smiling once again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;You've filled my life with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;peaceful dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;and you've become my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;closest friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;You've shared your heartfelt secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;And your trust you've given me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;You showed me how to feel again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;To laugh, and love, and see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;If life should end tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;And from this world I should part,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I shall be forever young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;For you have touched my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-6254578361994303031?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/6254578361994303031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/6254578361994303031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2010/03/youve-touched-my-heart.html' title='You&apos;ve Touched My Heart'/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/S5ALoB4goJI/AAAAAAAAAnM/DKs6UMGkCCc/s72-c/quote-wallpaper26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-8095818728057305683</id><published>2010-02-16T17:58:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T17:58:41.365+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://thepiratebay.org/torrent/5351100/Windows_7_All-In-One_Pre-Activated_Release_2_by_Orbit30&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-8095818728057305683?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/8095818728057305683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/8095818728057305683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2010/02/httpthepiratebay.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-6757839978095297356</id><published>2010-01-19T20:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T20:34:33.379+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dektektiiv</title><content type='html'>Oli kevadine lõunapoolik, kell tiksus järjest lähemale õhtule. Istusin vaikselt kontoris ja surfasin netis kuid äkitselt võpatasin telefoni kõnepeale. „ Ja „ vastasin ma. See oli ülemus. „ Tule palun kohe Kaabli tänav 15 nurgale, seal oli toimunud mõrv.“ Sättisin end riidesse võtsin võtmed ja läksin autosuunas. Istusin autosse ja kontrollisin kas kõik vajalik olemas, „Olemas!„ Sõitsin kohale. See oli noor poiss. Kõigest 19 aastane üliõpilane. Kukkusin mõttetesse, mäletan kuidas ise olin 19 ja missugune maailm oli..  Janek toksas mind. Ja ärgades mõttetest, olin taas sündmuspaigal. Mõelda vaid kui noor see poiss on. „Mis temaga juhtus ?„ pärisin ma. „Teda on tulistatud, nagu sa näed“ vastas Janek. Tom läks surnukehale lähemale ja hakkas teda kanderaamile tõstma kui käis üks pauk. „ Papaaaahhh „  Me kõik lendasime kui tinakuul.  Toibudes ütlesin ma „Me oleksime kõik surma saanud !„ Kes sellisele tobedale mõttele küll tuleb ja paneb teise kehasse pommi!  Uskumatu, kuidas ta saab ikka selline jõhkard olla  ja tappa vaest noort inimest, ta polnud veel oma elu saanud elama hakata. Oleks see vaid tugevam pomm olnud ja me oleksime surnud. Õnneks oli see väike, kuid ehmatus oli suur. Uuringud toimusid kolm päeva. Leidsin surnukeha juurest ühe pluusinööbi. See tundus justkui tuttav. Oleksin seda nagu kuskil näinud. See oli sinise triiksärgi nööp. Laborites uurides igast asjakest ja sai küsitletud inimesi. Olen sellest tööst väsinud. Tuli välja et see oli mu enda partner. Selline jõhkard. Arvas kindlasti et keegi ei kahtlustaks teda. Kuid mul on hea meel et ta kätte saadi. Lõppudelõpuks on ju asi lahendatud ja poisi vanemad võivad rahulikult nüüd elada ja teada et mõrvar on vangis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vahel tulevad sellised jutukirjutamise tujud :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-6757839978095297356?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/6757839978095297356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/6757839978095297356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2010/01/dektektiiv.html' title='Dektektiiv'/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-7036348915401975462</id><published>2009-12-20T17:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T18:01:05.336+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Häid Jõule !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/Sy5KEBgeyfI/AAAAAAAAAm8/ahVM5Aq6g6Y/s1600-h/j%C3%B5ulud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/Sy5KEBgeyfI/AAAAAAAAAm8/ahVM5Aq6g6Y/s320/j%C3%B5ulud.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417348834757888498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Ei ole häid, ei halvemaid aegu&lt;br /&gt;on ainult hetk, milles elame praegu...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Need read tulevad mulle ikka ja jälle meelde. Need read peatavad hetkeks mu "lõpmatu kiire". Need read teevad mu viha ja pahameele relvituks. Need read annavad õnnetundele mõõtmatud mõõtmed... Läbi kõigi nende hetkede saan tunnetada midagi, millest muidu lihtsalt läbi jooksen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:darkblue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Armas Sina Seal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soovin Sulle ilusaid hetki ja imelisi tunnetusi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    Südamlikku jõuluaega ja rahumeelset                                                      uut aastat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-7036348915401975462?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/7036348915401975462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/7036348915401975462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2009/12/haid-joule.html' title='Häid Jõule !'/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/Sy5KEBgeyfI/AAAAAAAAAm8/ahVM5Aq6g6Y/s72-c/j%C3%B5ulud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-2437176145663276672</id><published>2009-12-06T21:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T22:21:42.324+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/SxwSRAUICKI/AAAAAAAAAlw/GZDM2FqwS5g/s1600-h/UNEN%C3%84GUDE+SELETAJA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/SxwSRAUICKI/AAAAAAAAAlw/GZDM2FqwS5g/s320/UNEN%C3%84GUDE+SELETAJA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412220935543982242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inimene magab kolmandiku oma elus. Unenäod moodustavad täiskasvanul tervel inimesel umbes 20% magatud ajast ning ta näeb neid umbes iga 40-60 minuti järel 4-5 korda öö jooksul. Mõned väidavad, et nad näevad unenägusid väga harva või üldse mitte. Põhjus on tavaliselt mäletamises - ühed mäletavad oma unenägusid hästi, teised halvemini. Uni on hädavajalik, et taastada meie päeval kulutatud füüsilisi ja psüühilisi jõuvarusid. Unenägu on une ajal esinevad nägemused. Unenägusid nimetatakse emotsioonide kuningriigiks, sest sel ajal toimub meie emotsionaalsete haavade, vapustuste ja üleelamiste terveksravimine. Unenäod on organismile vajalikud. Katsed on näidanud, et inimesed, kes unenägude ajal üles äratatakse, muutuvad ärrituvaks, nende keskendumisvõime langeb ning nad püüavad öiseid puudujääke korvata päevase unelemisega. Unenäod aitavad läbi töötada päeval talletatud muljeid. Unenägu on une ajal esinevad nägemused. &lt;br /&gt;   Öö vastu tänast, nägin ma väga hirmuäratavat und. Nägin enda surma, kuid selleni see uni veel kaugeltki ei jõudnud. Ärkasin täpselt siis üles. Uni seisnes selles kuidas oleksin rongialla jäänud. Ma kõndisin mööda raudteed vaabina, ja nagu raudtee ristus,  üks oli nii nagu ongi see vaabina raudtee ( antslast vaabinapoole ) ja teine oli see mis kruusatee on oli ka raudtee ja ristusid, ja seal ristumiskohal oli mingi värgendus millest ma tahtsin üle minna kuid üle ei saanud, sest too oli elektri post, selline imelik kuidagi ja alt sai aind ronida, hakaksin ronima kui nägin et risti seda teed mida ületasin tuli kihutav rong, ma ärkasin ennem seda üles kui oleks rong mulle otsa sõitnud, kuid see on täiesti ajuvaba sest too post oli keset raudteed.. ja miks just ma vaabinasse läksin..  Nägin vb sellist und sellepärast et rääkisin oma seiklustest väiksena ning üks oligi see et oleksin rongialla jäänud, ja see oli täselt seal samas raudteel. Raske on vahel mõista mis märgi  unenägu annab. Mida see tähendada võis.. ? Ehhki vahel on mul olnud selline naljakas tunne, et olen varem olnud sellises kohas või nagu tean seda inimest kellega hiljuti kohtusin. Kas olen kohanud seda unenäos või oma eelmises elus. Palju küsimusi tekib seoses unenägude ja nende sündmustega. Vaatan järgi unenogude seletamis raamatust mis see tähendada võis. --&gt; RAUDTEE - kaugeid külalisi, pikka reisi. RISTTEE - valikuvõimalust. RONG - edenemist.  Mis und võin ma täna näha ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-2437176145663276672?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/2437176145663276672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/2437176145663276672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2009/12/raudtee-kaugeid-kulalisi-pikka-reisi.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/SxwSRAUICKI/AAAAAAAAAlw/GZDM2FqwS5g/s72-c/UNEN%C3%84GUDE+SELETAJA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-3897559880321659289</id><published>2009-11-17T12:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T12:21:29.258+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Minu .</title><content type='html'>Minu karu ja pall&lt;br /&gt;Minu sokid ja sall&lt;br /&gt;Minu sammud ja teed&lt;br /&gt;silmist alatud veed&lt;br /&gt;Minu väikesed käed&lt;br /&gt;minu päike ja päev&lt;br /&gt;Minu unistus suur&lt;br /&gt;Kõik mis tuleb on uus&lt;br /&gt;Minu vennad ja õed&lt;br /&gt;Minu tavad ja tõed&lt;br /&gt;Minu soovide kuu&lt;br /&gt;Kuhu kadus mu kuu&lt;br /&gt;Minu taat ja mu memm&lt;br /&gt;Sinu rula ja bemm&lt;br /&gt;Minu elatud lood&lt;br /&gt;ja mu peidetud pool&lt;br /&gt;Minu maa, minu keel&lt;br /&gt;Minu süda mu sees&lt;br /&gt;Minu pere mu töö&lt;br /&gt;Ahjus hõõguvad söed&lt;br /&gt;Minu käesi su peos&lt;br /&gt;Sinu sõna mis seob&lt;br /&gt;Hoia kinni sa näed&lt;br /&gt;Meile kuulub see päev&lt;br /&gt;Minu käesi su peos&lt;br /&gt;Sinu sõna mis seob&lt;br /&gt;Hoia kinni sa näed&lt;br /&gt;Meile kuulub see päev&lt;br /&gt;See päeeev .. !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-3897559880321659289?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/3897559880321659289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/3897559880321659289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2009/11/minu.html' title='Minu .'/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-1055495181651406394</id><published>2009-11-09T15:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T16:46:08.217+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Südame Hääl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/SvgrJlUvyYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/RsJrJvcnHk8/s1600-h/Late_at_night_by_s3vendays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/SvgrJlUvyYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/RsJrJvcnHk8/s320/Late_at_night_by_s3vendays.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402115196668856706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa peaksid kuulama südant,sa tead et nii tehakse, neid tundeid edasi andma mitte lükkama eemale, jagama väärtusi sellega kes on tähtsaks kujunenud ja mitte vabandama välja et sul on tunded ununenud,see on lihtsalt sümbioos see et ligidal oled teda tundisid, südamelööke ja see rääkis enda eest ja see on nii loodud. Nad on armastused joobund käsikäes kahekesi te mõlemad olete ohvrid toonud. sa peaksid kuulama südant kuulama mida on tal öelda, elu on liiga lühike et terve elu tagantjärgi mõelda ja kahetseda.See ei kestaks siis kaua need mure mõtted sind lihtsaltvägisi pressiksid hauda. olla koos, tähendab jagada maailma. kellegiga kes on hinges, keda usaldad valvama enda südamelööke mis löövad taktis temaga, kuulasid tahad tema kõrval elulõpuni elada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa kuula südamehäält, mida on tal öelda. Too välja need tunded mida järgida. Sa vaid kuula oma südamehäält. mida on tal öelda ( nende rütmide järgi mängima). sinu süda räägib, või vähemalt tahab mainida. või tahad sina maitea,aga muuta maailma tähendab teie mõlema panust minna koos läbi tule, et edasi oleks kergem, koos on ka kergemad mured. Sa ei mõelnud niimodi. Teil oli tülisid ja hala, ja kui usaldasid oma südame usaldasid kogu oma vara just temakättesse.&lt;br /&gt;ei mõelnud et ta suudab murda, ühte ja ainust kõige vajalikumat kulda, sa kuula südamehäält, kuula temaga koos, sa kuula südamehäält. Kuula, Kuula. Sa lood nii bajääri, kus kunagi oled kõigile immuunne. Kuula südamehäält,sa näed et kõik muutub veel, kõik veereb paremuse poole, ainult et puuratastel tasakesi ja künklikul konarlikul asfalteel. ja kunagi muutub kõik, muutuvad hääled peas, sa peaksid kuulama seda häält, Häält südames. ( südames, ) ...Sa kuula südamehäält, mida on tal öelda. Too välja need tunded mida järgida. Sa vaid kuula oma südamehäält. mida on tal öelda ( nende rütmide järgi mängima).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-1055495181651406394?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/1055495181651406394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/1055495181651406394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2009/11/sudame-haal.html' title='Südame Hääl.'/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/SvgrJlUvyYI/AAAAAAAAAlg/RsJrJvcnHk8/s72-c/Late_at_night_by_s3vendays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-899481818240903783</id><published>2009-10-22T20:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:31:51.972+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I won't cry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/SuCW7aF4uhI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/e_tyydocjxk/s1600-h/passionately_fond_of_dance_by_SlevinAaron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/SuCW7aF4uhI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/e_tyydocjxk/s320/passionately_fond_of_dance_by_SlevinAaron.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395478300950313490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't cry. I´m telling you that I won't cry. And even if I do it´s not because of you. I promise you that I won't cry. I wonder why happiness is so easy in love&lt;br /&gt;all my dreams and expetations are turn into dust. So hurt and defenceless I´m left here on my own. I´m so scared that I´ll miss you.&lt;br /&gt;So afraid of being alone .You can't hurt me anymore. I wiped the tears from my eyes. This is over now forever. And it´s time to say goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-899481818240903783?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/899481818240903783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/899481818240903783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wont-cry.html' title='I won&apos;t cry.'/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/SuCW7aF4uhI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/e_tyydocjxk/s72-c/passionately_fond_of_dance_by_SlevinAaron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-9203759077728481950</id><published>2009-10-14T17:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T17:54:29.540+03:00</updated><title type='text'>14</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/StXkgO1K6ZI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/gQ3S09bI6UY/s1600-h/Planet_I_by_Kay_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/StXkgO1K6ZI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/gQ3S09bI6UY/s320/Planet_I_by_Kay_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392467371234093458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olen sinusse vist liialt kiindunud, ma ei oska enam midagi oodata ega loota. Kas ma tean mida või keda tahta ? - Ei.  Mu mõtted muudkui jooksevad ja paberile ei jõua neid kirja panna enne kui need kustuvad. Aeg on teinud oma töö, mul oleks aeg lahkuda siit ja jätta kõik sinna paika ning  hüvasti öelda kõigega. Mul on aeg lahkuda kõigega teie teelt. Mu aeg on juba ammu täis ja minemas ära. Kuid mina olen veel siin ja lahkun peagi, sest ma tean et ma pean seda tegema. Ja tagasi ma ei tule. Ma täpselt ei tea veel kuhu, kuid ma tean et ma lahkun siit niipea kui võimalik. Nii on kõigile parem. Vabandan sellega kui mu silmad on olnud kurbust täis. Olen vaid selle üle õnnelik kes või mis mul veel alles on. Kas tean seda alati ette mis mind tänane päev ees ootab. Minu päev on korda läinud siis kui pole end nukralt tundnud. Kuid seda vist juhtub liiga harva. Enne magama minekut mõtlen alati, mis toob ette järgmine päev. Äkki mind ei ootagi homne ? Vähemalt oleksin siis õnnelik, lunastades kõik oma patud ja päästes üles taevariiki. Tean, et iga inimene teeb vigu, nii ka mina. Need vead on kõigil ja need ei kao kuhugi kui inimene end parandada ei taha ja ei suuda. Mina suudan kõike ja mul on kõik lubatud, ainult kui ma seda ise soovin. Kuid ma ei muutu pealetükkivaks. Sest see on üks asi mida ma ei salli. Täpselt ka ära kasutamine. Kui teistele see ei tundu, tundub see ikkagi mulle, ja nii mina enam edasi astuda ei suuda. Ma tean väga hästi mis tähendab tunne " ära kasutatud " , sest seda on kasutatanud mu tuttavad teisi ja mind ära kasutates, ja saades selle mida nemad soovivad. Aga eks nad saavad kõik omad vitsad tagant järele. Kõik maksavad selle eest, mis teistele teinud on. Kättemaks on alati magusam. Milleks üldse siin maailmas on elu. Et kannatada ja näha teisi kannatamas. Kas see on mingi elu. See on sama kui põrgu. Ma tunnen, et ma olen siin maailmas kasutu ja mind ei vaja siin keegi. Olen kõigi jaoks tühi koht. Ja nii see ka on. Sorri, kuid ma ei suuda sellele keelduda mõtlemast. Olen kasutu ja mind on vaja siis kui on erijuhud. Oleksin nagu vana pleierkast, kes pleierdab päevast päeva ühte ja sama joru. Olen kasutu ja vingun. Elu on mind teinud selliseks ja teised on mind õpetanud. Elan nii kuidas mulle on parem ja kuidas suudan ise sellega toime tulla. Tänaseks on kõik. Ma lõpetan ja lahkun. Kuid mitte sellest maailmas vaid sellest kirjutusest. Mul on veel natuke aega jäänud, et teha tegudeks oma viimased soovid ja lahkuda siis kindlalt teades et täitsin enda elu korraldust nii nagu seda tegema pidin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-9203759077728481950?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/9203759077728481950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/9203759077728481950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2009/10/14.html' title='14'/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/StXkgO1K6ZI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/gQ3S09bI6UY/s72-c/Planet_I_by_Kay_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-7424300067885172188</id><published>2009-10-13T17:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T17:46:35.794+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Muinasjutuvestja</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/StSRi4lTD8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/bIL9UU85O5o/s1600-h/file26099695_46aa14acb338424a5a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/StSRi4lTD8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/bIL9UU85O5o/s320/file26099695_46aa14acb338424a5a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392094682359730114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kui sa pöörad selja sa lahkud igaveseks siit,&lt;br /&gt;seega tunnen end kui valele poole suunav teeviit.&lt;br /&gt;Siis kunagi saabub aeg kui sa astud minu poole&lt;br /&gt;alati teadmata, et jätsin oma tunded sinu hoolde&lt;br /&gt;kuid nüüd oma tunnetega kiirelt eemale ma sammun. Tunnen, et oleks pidanud seda tegema juba ammu. Su külmus oli viimane piisk karikasse, õpin omaenda vigatest, niimind oma elupoolt haritakse. Tahtsin olla sinu ainus muinasjutuvestja, tee mis iganes, mis suudaks minu tundeid maha pesta. Nüüd seisan üksi keset valgustamata tänavat, lootus siiski leida armas kes viib mind väravad&lt;br /&gt;Inimesed kõnnivad ja mööduvad justnagu tühjusest, ise räägid armastusest hoolivusest ühtsusest, Ma ei taha et sa oleksid minu emotsioonide teisik, seega minuasemel sa  kuula ja usalda kõiki teisi. Ja ongi vist nii et jään käima valesti. Mu süda romulasse ja hing täis on valesi&lt;br /&gt;ja, ikka vale tee vale ristmik ja valed sõnad ülejäänud elule pean vist käega lööma käega lööd sa, kui tahan sõprust  enamat ei suuda  taluda, sinu mängimistega vaat, ja oma meeli nüüd teravdan, ja jätkan seda rada puuduvad tunded, tahaks sulle edastada Mul on valu südames, pöörad selja ja minek Sinu viimane pilk nüüdseks alati pinges pole paremat väärt,kuid enam tähendust pole&lt;br /&gt;Sest ma usun sind rohkem , kui ma usun enda soove nüüdseks valikud lukus, kuid ma otsin veel võtit mis on peidus südames, kuid ma vigatest ei õpi oma pildi maalin kuid sa ainult mu looming&lt;br /&gt;ja kui ma uuesti prooviks siis ei täituks ka soovid Ja õpetus ei ole koolis sest mind elu õpetanud&lt;br /&gt;Iga armastuslugu lõpuks tõmbab põlved alt tühjaks tänavad jäänud kuid ma ikka veel  seisan ja eemale vaatan lootes sind sealt leida. Kuid mul enam ei ole sinu naeratust, rõõmu olen rebitud pooleks ja ma lubaksin kõik, kuid kellele luban sest sinust juba kuud pole olnud miskit kuulda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-7424300067885172188?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/7424300067885172188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/7424300067885172188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2009/10/muinasjutuvestja.html' title='Muinasjutuvestja'/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/StSRi4lTD8I/AAAAAAAAAjo/bIL9UU85O5o/s72-c/file26099695_46aa14acb338424a5a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-3926761041537141049</id><published>2009-10-09T16:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:35:22.942+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Brutha - Shes Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/Ss82xqgy5gI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Jl883spI7Mo/s1600-h/Wings_of_Time__One__by_selenart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/Ss82xqgy5gI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Jl883spI7Mo/s320/Wings_of_Time__One__by_selenart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390587505839105538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Feel like I lost my heart or misplaced my thoughts and, I don't know. Ready to walk on home. I just couldn't see it comin'.&lt;br /&gt;ohhh, it was all my fault. I forgot how to treat you.I don't know, why I was playing around&lt;br /&gt;and all the while I was Losin. You are the best in my Life, for sure. Is about up and walk out that Door. Seems like the waters won't dry&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why... So I'm telling, I'm ready to work on me . It's too late, he's gone, he's gone, he's gone. I'm telling , I'm ready to meet her Needs. It's too late, he's gone, he's gone, he's gone. See, he decided to up and leave, before I could give her my Apologies. Wish I could bring that he Back to Me. It's too late, he's gone,he's gone, he's gone . It's too late he's gone...&lt;br /&gt;I wanna wake myself up. From this Nightmare that I'm dreamin'. I don't Know, why I took your Love for granted. What the hell was I thinken'? I'm missing everything we had. I'd do anything to get you back. I don't Know, how I let you get away . Guess it's the price that I pay .Don't know if I could find my way without you. I wish I knew my neglect would bring&lt;br /&gt;You to go further away. So now I know. That it's way too late. It's too late he's gone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-3926761041537141049?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/3926761041537141049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/3926761041537141049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2009/10/feel-like-i-lost-my-heart-or-misplaced.html' title='Brutha - Shes Gone'/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/Ss82xqgy5gI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Jl883spI7Mo/s72-c/Wings_of_Time__One__by_selenart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-8037921361615923735</id><published>2009-10-08T17:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T18:04:04.709+03:00</updated><title type='text'>ᶤ ᶫᵒᵛᵉᵧₒᵤ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/Ss39xrG3erI/AAAAAAAAAjY/73zNkucubYM/s1600-h/DSCN7452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/Ss39xrG3erI/AAAAAAAAAjY/73zNkucubYM/s320/DSCN7452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390243358859295410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mu kullake. Kõige tähtsam ja olulisem! (:&lt;br /&gt;Mu nunnu kiisuke :*&lt;br /&gt;Väga tähtis on hoolitseda oma pisikese lemmiklooma eest. Oluline ei ole see, et ta sul olemas on, vaid see et sa ka tema eest hoolitseksid. Ta vajab hoolt nagu igaüks meist. Ta ei taha ainult süüa , ta vajab ka hellust ja hoolitsust, mida peaks iga peremees/naine pakkuma. Meie lemmikloomad mängivad meie elus tähtsat rolli, ja on vajalikud. Ta on nagu me pisike laps, kelle eest peab hoolitsema ja hoolt kandma. Ta on võitnud meie südamed, ja on seal igavesti. Me nutame kui neil juhtub õnnetus, kas jääb autoalla ja saab surma vms . Sest ta oli ainuke, kes teadis su saladusi, mis sa talle rääkisid igal õhtul. Saad teda alati usaldada, ta ei räägi kunagi midagi välja. Hea on end tühjendada nagu prügikasti arvutis.&lt;br /&gt;Aitäh, et sa mul olemas oled Mirri :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-8037921361615923735?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/8037921361615923735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/8037921361615923735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='ᶤ ᶫᵒᵛᵉᵧₒᵤ'/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/Ss39xrG3erI/AAAAAAAAAjY/73zNkucubYM/s72-c/DSCN7452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-2970972545932357294</id><published>2009-10-04T17:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T17:05:06.836+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/SsirYPW35XI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/yKD77fMvdCE/s1600-h/_41111444_02malawi-schrager.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/SsirYPW35XI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/yKD77fMvdCE/s320/_41111444_02malawi-schrager.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388745387076478322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Kui inimesest, keda Sa tunned, saab inimene, keda Sa tundsid on muidugi valus. Kuid elu pole kunagi olnud valutu. Kui alati on kõik hästi, siis Sa järelikult ei ole elanud,” &lt;/span&gt;kirjutan enda märkmiku ning sulgen selle. Viskan pastaka hooletult lauale ning ohates surun oma märkmiku vastu rinda. Sulgen silmad ning lasen mälestustel filmina mu suletud silmade eest mööda joosta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Meie tutvumine. Meie naljad. Omad teemad. Kirumine, vandumine, naermine, nutmine, öised ja päevased kõned, klatšimine - kõik see on meie minevik. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Vaikus, pettumus, omaette olemine, teised sõbrad, teine seltskond - meie olevik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Pime, ebakindel - meie tulevik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma ei saa Sinust aru, vanasti sain, kuid enam mitte. Ma ei kujuta ette, mis on muutunud. Olgu, valetan, ma tean, mis on muutunud. Kõik on muutunud. Mina olen muutunud, Sina oled muutunud. Kuigi… mina olen vähe muutunud. Ma olen täpselt seesama loll blondiin, kes sujuvalt oma tervist ja elu hävitab, Sina oled see, kellel on omad eesmärgid, sihid, kuidas kõike teha, kuidas Sa tahad edaspidi elada. Ma olen aru saanud, et mina sinna enam ei kuulu. Võib-olla kunagi, kuid mitte praegu ja mitte kunagi enam samal tasandil, mil vanasti. Ma pole valmis selleks, et taaskord veeta unetuid öid, mil ma end hommikuks lõpuks magama nutan. Ma ei vaja seda, mulle sobib nii ka nagu ma praegu olen. Enda elu hävitades on kõige lihtsam mitte mõelda sellele, mis oleks siis kui kõik oleks teisiti läinud, kuigi oma elu hävitamine ongi põhjus, miks kõik nii läks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-2970972545932357294?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/2970972545932357294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/2970972545932357294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2009/10/kui-inimesest-keda-sa-tunned-saab.html' title=''/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/SsirYPW35XI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/yKD77fMvdCE/s72-c/_41111444_02malawi-schrager.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3306147538695135725.post-7343878839612384080</id><published>2009-09-27T16:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T17:02:08.163+03:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/Sr9vifA-QrI/AAAAAAAAAjI/YzhReqAc77M/s1600-h/1657057-Sunset_over_Lake_Malawi-Malawi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/Sr9vifA-QrI/AAAAAAAAAjI/YzhReqAc77M/s320/1657057-Sunset_over_Lake_Malawi-Malawi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386146317590217394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siin on miski halb ja siin on miski hea.&lt;br /&gt;Sa polnud plaanis mul aga nüüd oled mul peas.&lt;br /&gt;Ma ei tunne sind ja su nime ei tea.&lt;br /&gt;Aga eilne öö oli liiga hea. Siin on miski halb&lt;br /&gt;ja siin on miski hea. Tahan olla vaba veel&lt;br /&gt;ja miks oled mu teel? Ma ei mõista sind&lt;br /&gt;ja su plaane ei tea. Aga see on liiga hea.&lt;br /&gt;kuid kas meenun sulle homme,&lt;br /&gt;kas mu nime üldse tead?&lt;br /&gt;Su magus maik on veel mu huultel&lt;br /&gt;ja see on liiga hea.&lt;br /&gt;Sa võid olla popartist, ei seda ma ei tea.&lt;br /&gt;Kuid see lummab mind jaon  meeletult hea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3306147538695135725-7343878839612384080?l=age06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/7343878839612384080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3306147538695135725/posts/default/7343878839612384080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://age06.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>aGe ( ;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05198322055465072662</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/-KHz0xt6vNh8/TxW_CAQX12I/AAAAAAAAA2M/rk3GtBgwtDI/s220/IMGP515795.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4yKK_lS4zK0/Sr9vifA-QrI/AAAAAAAAAjI/YzhReqAc77M/s72-c/1657057-Sunset_over_Lake_Malawi-Malawi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
