Pointless picture is pretty :p

For your general knowledge

My phone decided not to accept text messages. So there's no point in sending me texts. I won't receive them anyway. I can send texts, call and receive calls, though. Announcement over.

On väga hea tunne, kui saad duši all käia nii, et ei pea kartma, et soe vesi või kogu vesi 6 minuti pärast otsa lõpeb. Jah, seda ma tahtsingi öelda. Home, sweet home :D

Norra pildipäevik tuleb ka, aga see võtab aega.

Makaronimägi meie trepi kõrval. Eh? Esimene mõte on, et koer on need välja oksendanud. Teine mõte, et see ei ole vist päris loogiline, sest makaronid on täiesti terved. Koer ise uurib neid natuke kahtlevalt ohutust kaugusest. Pisikese uurimistöö tulemusena selgub, et L on makaronid koeral söögiks pannud. Lihtsalt muru peale. Mitte söögikaussi. Kujutame Ajakiga elavalt ette, kuidas saabub parv linde ja hakkab neid makarone nende magamistoa akna alt sööma, sest koer neist küll huvitatud ei ole. L on pisut ebaadekvaatne ja kuulab meid üsna alistunult, sest pärast kaks korda mesilase käest nõelata saamist, viina ja allergiarohtusid on ta kergelt paistes ja valmis püstijalu tukastama. Eks ta ole, vähemalt on tal vabandus jaburusteks olemas.

It's the Olympics. You read "Team GB" somewhere.

And think why they are writing about Gary Barlow.

I'm ruined.

Ashton Eaton will be too pleased I'm posting not him on his big day #London2012

It's always good to find sth very old that makes you grin from ear to ear. Who knew he could actually sing?!?!?
So this has to be posted. Again. I actually can't believe this was FOURTEEN years ago. FOURTEEN. I'm so bloody OLD. I should start posting this pic on the second day of every major decathlon competition, with or without him. That would make way too much sense. In my own head.

posted solely because of his mustache

new ronan goodness. has he always sung with that accent? i'm slightly going crazy. edit: yes, he has.

I know I've posted it before but it's too good for its own good.

here was a long post u didn't get to see

I've taken time to think and at this precise moment at 5 pm on a Wednesday things seem to be slightly clearer. At least the utter helplessness and agonising despair of two days ago has found its way to the back of my mind and doesn't relentlessly haunt my every thought. If I don't actually voice my biggest failures any more, then they are just lurking somewhere as a huge hazy ball of mist and I can deal with huge hazy balls of mist as long as they don't come and try to stifle me. Locking things up is unfortunately easier said than done. I suppose wording the most burning truths helped in some weird way to build the fence at least. I know the exact wording makes me a pathetic outcast in my eyes as well as in the society's eyes, so it's better not to have everything in clear and simple, black and white because it hurts too much. Now there's still the gate to build, but I don't think the gate will ever be strong enough and I just have to live with that. I guess I have to thank the long weekend for this unexpected sense of harsh clarity. Who knew what is related to what and how and what to make of everything. The rollercoaster of  feelings and realisations I didn't know could pile up as quickly as that, from a sense of pure elation and triumph to a downright scary panic attack, made me aware that even though life is hideously unfair, that even though I am not the person I want to be and will never become that person, that even though I am about as naive, clueless and foolish as can be, there might be something neutral in every bad because it puts thoughts into perspective and forces things to hit home whether you want them or not. What I learned long ago - the higher you are the higher is the drop. So it's just much better to shut things off and avoid the extremes. Reaching this tentatively peaceful state where I am now, almost at the end of the holidays, without any external aids, is an accomplishment in itself. Defining myself through myself only is the key and the thing to pursue.

Pühapäeval Pädaste mõisa värava taga: Oi, näe, Ivo Linna sõitis mööda! Now we're trying to make our Scottish driver believe we just saw one of Estonian most famous singers driving past. You know, he's great, blahblahblah. He's been singing since forever, blahblahblah. That's that. Kümme minutit hiljem Kuivastu sadamas meie kõrval piletikassas. Ivo Linna. Autost väljas, ostab piletit. Ooohhh, David! That's the singer we were talking about earlier. Standing there! Look! The one with grey hair! David, *disbelieving* he is a famous singer?!?! See oli päris hea situatsioonikoomika :D

Harilaid 2.-5. august

So yeah. To sum things up. They can't be summed up. All my clothes smell like smoked stuff (which is not good). That's definitely one of the highlights. We hopefully made the world a better place. For the bufo calamita at least. They're so cute when they are small. I had never burned so many junipers before. I had never burned a single juniper. Full stop. Slight Scottish accents should be obviously irrevocably completely illegal. At least around me. Juniper fire is unbearably hot. And makes some amazing smoke. Especially when you add a healthy amount of wet reeds. Tonight is the night of simple sentences. M for morons. Black Stories aka Let's Keep the Driver Frustrated.

Kuskil Muhumaa ja Saaremaa vahel. Pärast x tunnist sõitu ja mitut kohvipeatust. 

 Pisikesed nunnud kõred ämbris teel oma uude elukohta.

 Esimese õhtu romantika.

 Keegi unustas trimmerisse bensiini osta... Ehk siis käiku läheb vana hea vikat.

Trimmerdamas tuld


ja pilliroogu.

Väike stiilinäide roo kandmisel


ja kadakate lennutamisel.


Pisut suitsu.

Metsa tassitud laager kogu hiilguses.

Lõpuks väike lutsuviskamine ja ujumine.

Ja mitte enam väga viltune Harilaiu majakas.