terve mõistus ei ole eelis
Wednesday, June 30, 2004
 
nüüd on see läbi.

on kerge ja samas raske.

võib-olla on kaks aastat midagi.

ehk ma pean vastu.

 
Sunday, June 20, 2004
 
nagu lugesin...aga mitte päriselt

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Who's your inner classic movie star?

mida ma öelda oskan? midagi. kes ta oligi?

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Who's your inner rockstar?

tori on tema laule coverdanud...


the internet junk 'how bad are you test' deems me:
76% bad!





You are likely to steal kid's lunch money. On a good day you are happiest when you make someone cry. You are the bully of the playground. Neighborhood dogs and cats run at the sight of you.

mu vend oleks vast selle üle õnnelik...

The Past Life Test
Your Results:

You were female in your last earthly incarnation.

You were born somewhere around the territory of which we now know as modern New Guinea, approximately in the year 1825.

Your main profession was: medic, surgeon, a respected healer.

A brief psychological profile of you in that past life:
You had mind of a scientist, always seeking new explanations. Others often misunderstood you, but respected your knowledge.

A lesson that your last past life wishes you to learn in your present life is:
Study to practice and use wisdom, associated with psychological sciences. With strong faith and hard work you will reach your true destiny in this present life.
Oleks ikka pidanud rohkem vaeva nägema. Järgmisel korral ehk on meeles.







You have your share of quirks and funny habits,
but if you don't voice those thoughts your 'other side' is putting in your head, you can usually pass yourself off as a normal person.
You tend to be an average person, but that doesn't mean you have to follow what the majority of the people think all the time.

seda arvate teie...tegelikult olen ma kõige keskmine inimene üldse!!!

r9
A Reminder


What Radiohead song are you?
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aeg-ajalt võib ju mehi ka kuulata.

Ambrose Bierce and Dorothy Parker would probably
really appreciate your sour wit. Bierce wrote
the 'Devil's Dictionary', an immensely quotable
guide for scoundrels and cynics.Dorothy Parker
was a famous critic and poet who cut other
writers to bits with her razor-sharp pen.


Who is your Literary Soulmate?
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ma lootsin woolfi, aga noh...peeglist ei vaata tavaliselt vastu see, keda ootasin ja piltidega on sama lugu...

acquisition
acquisition


WHAT IS YOUR STATE OF LIFE?
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päriselt või???

dfd
You're Mother Nature's Son! You're cool and laid
back. It's the best way to be.


Of The Many Great Ones, Which Beatles Song Are You?
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oh well.


you're the bassist!


what band member are you?
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mõnus isegi...

Fire
You have a fiery soul. You aren't the quickest to
get angered, but when you do get angry things
can go really wrong really fast. You are
generally very passionate in the things you do.
(Rate my test)


What force is your soul?
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vot seda ma ei usu. ma olen jää ikka.

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what warning label are you?

möh?


You are "Hedwig and the Angry Inch". You
lead a glitzy life and love being in the
spotlight, no matter how many people might try
booing you off the stage. Keep your head high
and things will all fall into place.


!?!What Indie Film Personality Are You!?!
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mõnikord...

Audrey Hepburn
Beloved movie star Audrey Hepburn is your classic
beauty icon. Audrey had a fantastic eye for
fashion and working with designer Hubert
Givenchy, she was able to forge her own
signature style. Audrey is well-known for her
classic little black dress, black sunglasses
and wide-brimmed hats. She liked emphasize her
large brown eyes and wear her hair in ballerina
chignons or in a boyish short cut.


Who is your Classic Beauty Icon?
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lõpuks ometi midagi, millega rahul olen. täiesti.


 
Thursday, June 17, 2004
 
mingit pidi õnnelik

ärkasin täna meeletu peavaluga, põhjuseks tähtaeg, mis lausa peaksab mu peas kuvaldaga vist...aga huvitav on see, et see peavalu läks minema peaaegu kohe kui arvuti taha istusin. ma olen päris kindel, et ma viskaks selle aparaadi aknast välja, kui ma teaks, et mul sellest jama ei tule.
nõrk.nõrk.nõrk.
aga sel korral pole ma suutnud isegi korralikult nutta.
ideed on peas täiesti selged (1,5-se reavahega isegi), aga nad lihtsalt keelduvad paberile minemast. mida paganat ma pean tegema? täna öösel ma ei maga. saagu, mis saab.
muud ei saa midagi kui veel hullem peavalu kui hommikul ja kolm pasahunnikut, mis on väikesed, aga väga hullusti haisevad. ise Nad tahtsid seda.
tegelikult ei olnud küll arvuti ainuke, kes mul peavalu ära ajas...hele läheb sinna ruumi, kuhu kõik enne teda on läinud. kui ma teda vaatama satun, eks ta tule siis jälle uuesti välja, aga praegu on selles suhtes rahulik. hele suhtes siis. ühes teises ei ole...aga ma loodan ikka varsti üle saada. tegelikult ei looda ka. aga noh...oh well. roojaks veidi?
 
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
 
aitad sa mind?

tean, et teen asju hullemaks, kui nad on. ikka juhtub nii.
kajakas ei taha lennata, intervjueeritav keeldub vastamast ja nuga on liiga nüri. temaga ei saa midagi teha.
ma ei suuda elada nii kaua, et surra loomulikult. ma ei taha. kui teil kellelgi on võimalus minu aparaatide juhe seinast tõmmata, siis mitte kunagi ärge kahelge. ma olen juba surnud.

ma tunnistan. nutan väga tobedate asjade pärast. kardan, et see ei lähe kunagi mööda. filmid on siiski filmid. näidendid on hoopis midagi muud, kuid siiski midagi, mis minuga ei toimu. miks nad siis teevad seda? seda kõike, mida teevad. someone to watch over me...seda on ikka veel liiga palju. kas ma saan kunagi üle? ma isegi ei suuda mõelda, nii et ikka veel ei tea ma, mis see oli.

ja nüüd löön silmad maha ja ütlen, et mulle meeldib j. liiv. ei mõtle praegu janikat. kuigi temagi on tore, aga praegu mõtlesin siiski juhanit.
sa võta ilust viimane ilu.

ja ma ei taha hulluks minna. ja ma ei taha nutta.
 
Monday, June 14, 2004
 
hea

...kui kirjanduse eksamist rääkida. olen sellistel juhtudel ikka ja alati suu peale kukkunud või pea peale.
jolie vend on ilus. peaaegu nagu angelina.
aga kindlasti mitte nii ilus kui hele. kes ütleb, kuidas ma saaks selle linnateatri postri?
siis ma mõtlesin, et vist oleks lõbus olla rõvedalt peenike, umbes nagu lara flynn boyle. nii, et kondid on igalt poolt väljas.
unti nägin. ta on kollane. ilma selle särgita, muidu võiks arvata, et see oli peegeldus...
ma sain keemia 70. kohe üldse ei oodanud, et nii hästi läheb, vähemalt minu jaoks hästi...
kirjandi sain natuke rohkem kui kädi ja natuke vähem kui päll...
 
Thursday, June 10, 2004
 
vaadata elule silma

mulle meeldib eesti keel iga päevaga aina rohkem. tuhandeid võimalusi mängida kõige ilusamate asjade, sõnadega.

lasta elul vaadata sulle silma.

ma ei ole kristall, olen munakivi, lame ja ettearvatav. mul on vaja tonnide viisi hapet, et endasse pragusid tekitada, et eemaldada kihid, mis mind kaitsevad. mitte pugeda tegelaskujudesse, vaid lõigata neid endast.
kajakas tõusis just lendu. kust ma paberit saan?
seista alasti kiirtee pervel ja oodata.
ma maailma ei astunud, imbusin. sõnad minusse ei tulnud, sulasid.

aga võin ju alati tartusse teatriteadust õppima minna.

My Favourite Mistake - Sheryl Crow

I woke up and called this morning
The tone of your voice was a warning
That you don't care for me anymore

I made up the bed we sleep in
I looked at the clock when you creep in
It's six AM and I'm alone

Did you know when you go it's the perfect ending
To the bad day I was beginning
When you go all I know is you're my favorite mistake

Your friends act sorry for me
They watch you pretend to adore me
But I'm no fool to this game

Now here comes your secret lover
She'll be unlike any other
Until your guilt goes up in flames.

Did you know when you go it's the perfect ending
To the bad day I'd gotten used to spending
When you go all I know is you're my favorite mistake
You're my favorite mistake

Well maybe nothing lasts forever
Even when you stay together
I don't need forever after, but it's your laughter won't let me go
So I'm holding on this way

Did you know could you tell you were the only one
That I ever loved?
Now everything's so wrong
Did you see me walking by, did it ever make you cry?
Now you're my favorite mistake
Yeah you're my favorite mistake
You're my favorite mistake
 
 
lõpust

ma olen alati arvanud, et see koht, kuhu me lõpuks läheme, on väikene heledasti valgustatud valgete seinadega kõledalt steriilne tuba, kus sa oled ihuüksi ja kust kunagi välja ei saa. mitte kunagi.
kui see tuba oleks pime. siis oleks võimalik end veenda, et see on suur, seal on inimesed. et sa pole üksi. see poleks nii jube kui heledasti valgustatud ruum.
valgus jätaks su isegi mõtetest ilma. siis polekski enam midagi. oleks tõeline lõpp.
pimeduses on lõpmata palju võimalusi. hingatagi on kergem.
 
 
müüa ennast. kogu elu. odavalt. 15-minutise kuulsuse eest.

võib-olla on süüdi laulud, mida kuulan. võib-olla see periood, mille lähenemist ma tunnen iga päevaga aina rohkem. need kolm lugu hingavad mulle kuklasse. kajakas kõige vähem, sest tema pole lendamist veel alustanud.
mati seisab mu selja taga ja hendrik ja ingo.

"Pieces Of You" - Jewel

She's an ugly girl, does it make you want to kill her?
She's an ugly girl, do you want to kick in her face?
She's an ugly girl, she doesn't pose a threat.
She's an ugly girl, does she make you feel safe?
Ugly girl, ugly girl, do you hate her
'Cause she's pieces of you?
She's a pretty girl, does she make you think nasty thoughts?
She's a pretty girl, do you want to tie her down?
She's a pretty girl, do you call her a bitch?
She's a pretty girl, did she sleep with your whole town?
Pretty girl, pretty girl, do you hate her
'Cause she's pieces of you?
You say he's a faggot, does it make you want to hurt him?
You say he's a faggot, do you want to bash in his brain?
You say he's a faggot, does he make you sick to our stomach?
You say he's a faggot, are you afraid you're just the same?
Faggot, Faggot, do you hate him
'Cause he's pieces of you?
You say he's a Jew, does it me that he's tight?
You say he's a Jew, do you want to hurt his kids tonight?
You say he's a Jew, he'll never wear that funny hat again.
You say he's a Jew, as though being born were a sin.
Oh Jew, oh Jew, do you hate him
'Cause he's pieces of you?
 
Wednesday, June 09, 2004
 
igasugune isu midagi kirjutada on täiesti kadunud. ma ei tea küll miks, aga ega mu enesetunne pole viimasel ajal kiita ka.
aga kui ma puru-suureks saan ostan puru-raha eest endale suure ja ilusa maja ja palkan päris näitlejad, päris lavatajad ja lasen neil endale mängida, päevad läbi, et siis öösel nutta ja hommikul järgmist enesepiitsutuskuuri alustada.
hele võtan kindlasti ja indreku ja raini vist ka, evelini, alot ei saa, sest siis oleks liiga valus, kuid mitte näitlemise pärast...
kuid teater on ainult meelelahutus! filmid vist ka...
miks ma ei suuda kirjutada nii, et kõik aru saaksid?
 
 
"oo, you`re sooo gay"


 
Tuesday, June 08, 2004
 
please be my tomboy bride

kirjandus pole suutnud mind ikka veel neelata, aga mul on palju ideesid!
üle pika aja kirjutasin jälle ühe luuletuse. ma juba igatsesin Neid. eks põhjust ole ka.
brook on mu vaateid muutnud.
elu koosneb lihtlauseist. vähemalt minu oma.
tahaks uppuda nagu tori. ilusana
 
Saturday, June 05, 2004
 
TEATER

elu on kabaree.

"kas me pole varem kohtunud?" - "ei"

someone to watch over me

ma tahan olla öö su akna taga, ma tahan olla kardin akna ees, ma tahan olla padi, millel magad, ma tahan olla kaelast saadik vees.

hele, palun tee midagi!
 
Thursday, June 03, 2004
 
mama i`m strange

leidsin suht uue ja laheda seriaali the L word. l tähendab teadagi mida...
igatahes on seal palju vaadata...ja mitte ainult seda...
leidsin tegelase, kes on nii minu moodi, et häbi hakkab. kaisa, võta end siis kokku. ja siis leidsin veel tegelase, kes on selline, milline ma olla tahan...
tegelase, keda ma tahaks. ja veel hunnik lahedaid asju...
 
Wednesday, June 02, 2004
 
maailm eksisteerib ka sinu ümber

ma tahtsin hästi paljudest asjadest kirjutada, aga ma ei taha olla nii ego, nagu praegu olen...sellepärast jäävad kõik need tobedad pisiasjad puudutamata.

strange fruit

Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.

aitäh billi, tori, martin, abel ja paljud teised. ka need nimetud, kes okstel ripuvad.

ameerika [korras] mustad [korras]
saksamaa [korras] juudid [korras]
venemaa [ ] homod [ ]
 
originaalne koopia.

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