Pikk nädalavahetus

Uus trenn. Ehk reedeõhtune enda piinamine. Kuna tegu on seljatrenniga, tuli kõige rohkem teha harjutusi kõhulihastele. Kui mul enne selg valus ei olnud, siis nüüd on :D Vähemalt ei ole kurgul igav üksinda valus olla.

Tänase päeva võtab jälle kokku hashtag #iloveourheadteacher Oli siis sellist tohutut segdust vaja tekitada? Ju siis oli, muidu poleks saanud kiirreageerimisrühma mängida. Vähemalt oli ta päeva lõpuks sama väsinud ja ajuvaba kui meie ise. Mida on kuidagi hea ja kosutav teada.

12 hours at work like a boss

I have a bloody sore throat, it feels like swallowing daggers. And I'm going to Helsinki the day after tomorrow. I've realised I honestly hate all my long-planned and short-planned trips because I can't escape the pattern of something happening before I leave. Somebody's in the hospital/somebody falls ill/somebody dies/and if everything else fails, I fall ill - so in other words, the usual. And yes, there's a freaking pattern, just to name a few. Toronto - check. Switzerland - check. England - check. Scotland - check. London - check. Italy - double check. Norway - jackpot. I'm not entirely sure I even want to start planning the trip to London. And I shouldn't be thinking in those terms as it doesn't help the slightest. Smile and the world smiles back at you.

Siit peale on mu vastus igale (kaasa arvatud kes, mis, kus, milline jne) küsimusele "olgu" millele järgneb totter naerupahvak. Tänane oli parim meilivestlus üldse. We seriously need a hashtag #iloveourheadteacher Kui asi poleks olnud üsnagi oluline, poleks see olnud ka nii totaalselt  koomiline.

Edit: Küsimuste esitamist ei pea tegelikult ootamagi. Piisab õigele inimesele õigel ajal õige meili saatmisest. Meil ise sisaldab ühtainust olulist sõna: "OLGU". Tulemus on ootuspärane.

EditEdit: Apparently whatsapp is good for sending pics of fish only. Or something like that. 

Monday madness

We just figured out we can send our location to each other in whatsapp on our brand new phones. Which made loads of sense sitting at the same table in the same room a metre apart. At least it seemed on the map that I was inside, L was clearly in the garden :D

Domestic Bliss

Postcard+paws+book

I love my new phone more than I should. A lot more than would be sensible anyway :-P Not that I am sensible or anything in general, but I have my moments.

Just telling that I won't be posting anything from the Norway trip after all. I'm disappointed in myself and my photos, out of the 930 there are exactly three photos that I really truly like. I'm sorry.

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.

four am

For old times' sake - Happy Birthday, Jay ;)

Emma ja Pumbu

Mika is a puppyyy. Being so cute should be illegal.

Mika's concert was the best concert I've ever been to. Seriously. It was so positive, warm and genuine, the crowd was absolutely superb (not very Estonian-like, I was really astonished) and all of it was just pure joy and happiness. And huge white bouncing balls, soap bubbles and confetti. Lots and lots of soap bubbles and confetti. The way he said "Lola" and how he basically giggled, yes GIGGLED. Cuteness overload squared. And for once I'm lost for words. Luckily he isn't:: "Tallinn show just gave me goosebumps, thank you so much, it was such a privilege to share new songs with a crowd like that XX!!" (Mika's Twitter)

I'm so very sorry, Bryan, and I'll never stop listening to your music or coming to your concerts, but this time Mika was just unbeatable.

 To conclude - utterly shameless eyelash porn.

Edit: Blaah, leidsin just juhuslikult pildid, kus Mika käis laululava kaare peal kõndimas. Siis seda ta enne lavale tulekut tegigi :s Superhüper pildid on muideks.

Edit Edit: Mu tuttavad nägid Mikat öösel pärast kontserti kohvikus Noorus.

Our train trip or there and back again (no hobbits)

A seriously blurry picture, but here he is with Keith. No spring chicken any more, but all the more amazing. He doesn't have to bring in ginormous robot-elephants, clowns (I'm officially coulrofobic), all kinds of acrobats, gazillion balloons, multiple stages, confetti (ok, confetti are cool), hats, sleeves and boots on fire, gigantic monster-men, bare asses (Robbie), tons and tons of water, male pole dancing and the ilk to be the best (and you do know (or can pretty easily guess) whose tours I'm referring to). Just he and his guitar and you know every song and enjoy every bit. I'm biased, but that's what you get after listening to an artist since forever.

A white building surrounded by a white fence? Noooooo! THE back entrance of THE white building aka Arena Riga. We ended up staying at a hostel right next to the Arena, facing the back entrance. That means ... exactly. But I don't do that stuff. On principle. I might camp out but that's that. And actually I'm way too old for camping out as well. However, we did amuse ourselves by having a brief look at some not-so-young ladies waiting behind the fence after the concert, hoping to get a glimpse of the band leaving. Or rather, we were eating our hot dogs (I should seriously stop eating junk food at ungodly hours) standing in front of the hostel and those ladies just happened to be the only thing to look at (besides quite a deserted street and the white fence of the afore-mentioned building). We left them there and went to bed. I think I heard somebody scream and a car leave just as I was drifting off to sleep, but that might have been a dream. In the morning the yard was deserted, all the trucks were gone. BA had apologised to us for the slight delay of the concert because they had come from Moscow and the trucks had been sitting on the Russian border for THIRTY hours. So that the stage had reached Riga just four hours before the concert. 

We did some touristy stuff as well. For some reason I find these houses really really pretty.

I love their new streetcars!

Daugava.

The symbols of Riga - St Peter's Church and the House of Blackheads.

ART. Reflection's unintentional.

Actually, most of the trip we spent on some train or other - sleeping, listening to music, reading, playing Black Stories, eating, enjoying the scenery (endless bushland, both on this and that side of the border). The train journey was quite uneventful with the following exception at Janamuiža station.What a sight it was! I was basically bouncing up and down on my seat :D

Retro!!!!!!

Kaelkirjakute pühapäevane vvvs.ee matkamäng

Matkamängus on kõige alus kaardi tundmine ja õigete kohtade üles leidmine. Sellega oli meil pisut probleeme. Isegi näpuga näitamine ei aidanud.

Aga julge pealehakkamine on pool võitu, niisiis sukeldusime džunglisse (pildil žunglisse sukeldunud kaelkirjak).

Esimene peatus oli Nõos. Valvab Falck. Üles leidmisega probleeme polnud.

Edasi juba Luke mõisapark ja sealne kärnerimaja.

Üks pisike udusuline sell istus posti otsas ja vaatas mind pisut imestunult.

Karikakrapõld. Tegelikult suutis üks telefonikõne seal mu maailma üsna pahupidi pöörata ja ülejäänud päev läks selle nahka. Nüüdseks küll juba kolm päeva. Karikakrapõld oli sellegipoolest ilus.

Edasi tatsasime pikalt ja pidevalt mööda metsi Vapramäel ja otsisime taga puid ja maju ja treppe. Metsast puid ja maju ja treppe leida pole muide just ekstrakerge. Nagu näha on pool seltskonnast aga sellegipoolest eriti õnnelik ja rahul. Mina langesin sellise sääserünnaku ohvriks, et see oli lausa natuke hirmuäratav.

Õhtul otsisime pikalt ja põhjalikult pitsaahju. Pilt illustreerib ahju mõttetust. Ahi asus Verevi motelli aia tagumises nurgas, pole just esmane koht, kuhu otsima minna. Mosina kuusk ja Meeri mets jäid seekord leidmata. Mõni teine päev on ka päev. Päev nii Mosina kuuse, Meeri metsa kui ka kõigi nende punktide leidmiseks nii Vellaveres kui Vitipalus kui Rõngus. Elva matkakeskuse ukse leidsime muideks suurema vaevata üles, aga õnnetuseks oli enne seda veel üks teine uks, mis oli lukus. Nii jäi ka pilt tegemata. Nagu juba mainitud, mõni teine päev on ka päev.

Popkooripidu

This song because of ... stuff. My teenage years.

Tõllaratta külalistemaja ehk Pidepunkti hooaja lõpetamine

Minu päeva lemmik :)

Kuuskümmend pedagoogi tatsub hanereas üle põldude ja läbi võsa herr Sasi juurde. Siit ka tõdemus - aeg kõik haavad parandab. Suutsin nimetet härrat võtta täiesti emotsioonitult.

Tal on oma järv. Saarega.

Ja tool, millelt järve vaadata.

Ja pisike kosk, vesiveski varemetest rääkimata.