tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174902909831344022024-02-06T20:52:09.853-08:00COOKIE-MONSTERLife - through my eyes!Cookie Monsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05382498182497614320noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617490290983134402.post-59853936748175581342010-12-06T14:59:00.000-08:002011-03-01T07:42:58.399-08:00Ironic<div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:a16e3b40-396b-4419-99b2-8872020d7a3c" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: right; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; width: 425px; padding-top: 0px"><div id="6ae48044-e426-4897-991b-1069e8e41ab8" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nm-1xvWibt0" target="_new"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/TW0T-1b_WNI/AAAAAAAAATM/Crz9mZPknxY/videocf2629ccd15a%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('6ae48044-e426-4897-991b-1069e8e41ab8'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/Nm-1xvWibt0&hl=en\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/Nm-1xvWibt0&hl=en\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div></div> <p align="justify">Isn’t it ironic – how you think you know someone and it turns out you don’t? Even when you’ve known the person for your whole life, lived together, shared everything you have with them and then one day BOOM – they throw stones at you, tell you a lie after a lie and finally stab you in the back without blinking an eye!</p> <p align="justify">Making it even more ironic is the fact that it’s happened for the third time this year! Proves the well known fact that you can’t trust anyone so choose carefully who you let into your homes, heads and hearts cause there could be a wolf hiding behind that smile and all those gestures that make them seem trustworthy. And when they seem trustworthy you feel as you can trust them – meaning you can’t trust yourself? :O It’s just oh so confusing.</p> <p align="justify">But these days it’s not all bad. The betrayals made me grew stronger and more heartless than I ever imagined myself to be. And yes, I’ve been pointed out by some very special persons, that this is not me anymore – I know it, but this is evolution – survival of the fittest and if the world doesn’t adapt with you then you have to adapt with the world. That’s how it goes!</p> <p align="justify">And I’ve found and object to crave for, that absolutely fascinates and strangely excites me. It is strange to admit this, but I’ve not found a word to describe it as it is, but it’s right!</p> <p align="justify"> </p> <p align="justify">X O X O, <br />Cookie Monster ;)</p> Cookie Monsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05382498182497614320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617490290983134402.post-28483903712236044282010-11-02T13:48:00.001-07:002010-11-02T13:48:22.911-07:00YOU - my precious!<p><img style="display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px" height="480" src="http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs39/f/2008/357/7/2/729545211be616b4060469657f2429eb.jpg" width="383" align="right" /> Have you ever felt that you have nothing – then you gain EVERYTHING? Or that you have it all, but suddenly it’s violently, robustly taken from you? But the truth is that you had it all for your whole life – you even had it when you thought you didn’t!</p> <p>I may not have know you since kindergarten, I may not have known you from high school or maybe I haven’t even known you for 5 years, perhaps I’ve known you just for a year or less.. </p> <p>We may have our disagreements and fights, we may had a splendid time that was cut short by someone else, we may have grown apart, we may not keep in touch anymore and we may not even remember why that is so..</p> <p>But if I’ve ever called you my friend – then you must know that you always have a place in my heart, cause YOU – my precious friends, make this world a better, happier and nicer place for me.</p> <p> </p> <p>X O X O, <br />Cookie Monster ;)</p> Cookie Monsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05382498182497614320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617490290983134402.post-21629852718000515552010-10-18T15:13:00.001-07:002010-10-18T15:13:08.564-07:00Happy<p align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQkym8r1TznPcyY9w2KKs0Q0sr9nvtGaF8-irUgSXnjaUt8EWCCX9UpyVNd4NipkiNadlOMdZFrv3Agyux3HY224QHgx6Rr0490ThPIlLhyZ11DOW0PCCYHU3Wf-w5KaZTibkEtbQd5IFU/s1600-h/cookie_04%20copy%5B37%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Happy Cookie" border="0" alt="Happy Cookie" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/TLzGb0eFByI/AAAAAAAAASE/70PYD8U_N1k/cookie_04%20copy_thumb%5B35%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="262" height="190" /></a> Wikipedia's definition for happiness is that it is a state of mind or feeling characterized by contentment, love, satisfaction, pleasure, or joy.</p> <p align="justify">During the last month I have realized that now I truly am happy! I’m happy cause I don’t have to think about going to work to face a boss who’ll let all his anger and disappointment out on you; not to think about a crush who kept saying that you’re the one who makes them happy, but in the end they left without a proper goodbye, leaving you obsessed; to just STOP! and think about who you really are and what you expect out of this thing called life.</p> <p align="justify">I’m not saying that I regret the last year but I am saying that I was utterly miserable back then. Sure I had awesome colleges and kickass friends, we spent splendid times together. But not even they could have given me what I <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: right; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:1c669ea0-e86d-4fda-95a1-4345178c6b2f" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><div id="3336932e-0d0b-41a2-a554-0fda9965d98b" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eMrtjK1wsLM&feature=player_embedded#!" target="_new"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/TLzGcipTCOI/AAAAAAAAASI/dBlJQ_31WeE/video45c421c8b465%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('3336932e-0d0b-41a2-a554-0fda9965d98b'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/eMrtjK1wsLM&hl=en\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/eMrtjK1wsLM&hl=en\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div></div> needed – silence in my head, a day to figure out ME!</p> <p align="justify">I have done my share of weeping and I shall do it no more for I have made a choice of moving on and breaking the chains of history.</p> <p align="justify">I’m happy! I’m happy for you still having your jobs, for some of you even having children, for you still being you. I’m happy for you! I’m happy even though you hurt me so much!</p> <p align="justify"> </p> <p align="justify">X O X O, <br />Cookie Monster ;) </p> Cookie Monsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05382498182497614320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617490290983134402.post-91564169147851871562010-09-07T15:30:00.000-07:002010-09-07T15:42:40.286-07:00Skeleton!! O_o<a href="http://mai2x-chan.deviantart.com/" target="_blank" rel="license"><img style="display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px" height="328" src="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/089/4/5/Bookie_the_Skeleton_Hamster_by_mAi2x_chan.png" width="298" align="left" /></a> <p align="justify">Anyone knows the meaning of a phrase – skeleton in the closet?</p> <p align="justify">Well I’ll tell you a secret – I have so many skeletons that my clothes wont fit in the closet anymore! Yeah – didn’t see that one coming, now did you?</p> <p align="justify">A: Remember when I told you I liked you? – I lied!! I don’t like you, but I don’t hate you also. It’s just that you’re…well that’s the thing – you’re insignificant. The world wouldn’t miss much if you didn’t even exist. Quite contrary it’d be a bit smarter, funnier, happier and maybe even a better place without you. Less bullshit you know!</p> <p align="justify">A: Remember when you called me about a month ago and asked me to come meet you and I said no, that I’m going to bed and shit like that? I LIED! It just would have hurt my eyes too much to see you. And yes I might be blonde NOW, but I’m not so stupid to hurt myself on purpose!</p> <p align="justify">A: All in all you should just make up your mind – you can’t keep calling me when you’re wasted and not around your literally BIG “girl”! Just make up your fucking mind okay!!!!!</p> <p align="justify">PS! You really need a haircut!</p> <p align="justify">B: Remember the first message that you sent me and I didn’t reply? I didn’t reply because I was laughing so hard that I almost peed my pants. I thought you’re a grownup but you proved me wrong – you’re a fucking teenager who can’t control his hormones and who’s testicles are on the verge of bursting of all the testosterone partying in them!</p> <p align="justify">B: Remember when you asked me if I wanted to go back to your place and I said no because I didn’t know you for a very long time? Guess what – I lied! I didn’t want to go back to your place cause I can’t even imagine having ANYTHING with a dude who dated ms.BUG-EYE!!!</p> <p align="justify">B: You need to cut the crap and be a man – stop whining like a bitch who hasn’t gotten any in a long time! Grow some balls! <div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:123b4efc-6cbb-4473-ab25-4a643b5cccc4" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: right; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"><div id="e4ea2eff-744f-40cf-ab34-a3edb4135820" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pc0mxOXbWIU" target="_new"><img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/TIa_3nUIMRI/AAAAAAAAAR8/pblEHG_UCLQ/videoddf2862d88bb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('e4ea2eff-744f-40cf-ab34-a3edb4135820'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/pc0mxOXbWIU&hl=en\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/pc0mxOXbWIU&hl=en\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div></div> </p> <p align="justify">And C! You’re the worst of them all! We have a fling and I bail. And when I come back you have a thing for me – what the hell?? We’ve known each other for 8 years and NOW you have a thing for me?? Now when you’re actually gone all the time you want ME to be here for you? Are you serious or just shitting me? What do you want from me uh?? WHAT?? You can’t just come and play some tunes on your guitar and expect me to just WAIT until you come and say: “Honey, I’m home! What’s for dinner?”</p> <p align="justify">And to all of you who think that I’m just a crybaby and that there’s nothing wrong with my life then FUCK YOU!</p> <p align="justify"> </p> <p align="justify">X O X O, <br />Cookie Monster ;)</p> Cookie Monsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05382498182497614320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617490290983134402.post-69551100822151695632010-08-08T21:40:00.001-07:002010-08-08T21:40:25.073-07:00NEEEED to get the fu*k outta here!!!<p align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdtI6MVfSast1L98zPKtlPEifAyjaIPSbaQuPiilZiZalwPG2-bcdOX3wWSQiR5l9MzpjR98TbyKJ_ZHKZW_rXFp7sDUUJ11W3lMLdH-_zvxdXLpOne8nKTzg-ZLSQyqLqGJ65IMbK5c8G/s1600-h/MOR_0174%5B16%5D.jpg"><img title="MOR_0174" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="236" alt="MOR_0174" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/TF-GtnQ3qxI/AAAAAAAAARs/KGJfLfxeYAs/MOR_0174_thumb%5B14%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="326" align="left" border="0" /></a>So I’m sitting here, typing – at 6.05AM Just can’t get any sleep and I’ve found myself some stuff to do: cleaning the closet, sorting make up, reading, even watched a movie but still no sleep. It’s probably because I’ve felt trapped, suffocated and out of my mind for the whole day. I seriously just need to get away again.</p> <p align="justify">Call me weak if you want but I just can’t handle it – it’s like a circus and I am not planning to be the clown!</p> <p align="justify">It’d be a hell of a lot easier if EVERYONE just made up their minds. You can’t have everything you want – it just doesn’t go that way. You can’t keep changing your mind – going from a drama queen to a vegetable. <div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:2869c963-cde0-4ae6-940c-7905570732ce" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: right; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"><div id="4e34c661-4f9b-4cb9-8586-d0d81aa705c0" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zANmjC2ufu0&feature=player_embedded#!" target="_new"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/TF-Gt3HweEI/AAAAAAAAARw/gIpGtkQdEfA/videocb4b20b1f75d%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('4e34c661-4f9b-4cb9-8586-d0d81aa705c0'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/zANmjC2ufu0&hl=en\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/zANmjC2ufu0&hl=en\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div></div> </p> <p align="justify">Basically I just want get out of here as fast as I can – the destination doesn’t even matter. The further the better and sky isn’t the limit!</p> <p align="justify">It’s weird that a lot of old acquaintances have began to show up and all at the same time. Like it’s safe to come out of the hiding or something like that, but it’s never safe – even breathing could kill nowadays! It’s even more bizarre that they contact me not the other way around. Maybe they’re in DESPERATE need of communication!? Who knows… Actually it’s kind of nice to see SOME of them (yeah I’m a softy – I know).</p> <p align="justify">Also since I had to buy a new phone because the old one died on me I don’t have everyone numbers anymore, so hit me up ;) And if anyone knows where my pink nail polish is then please do let me know!</p> <p>Oh! I’ve got a question: where should I go to ease my feeling of being trapped?? (leave your answers in the comments :))</p> <p> </p> <p>X O X O, <br />Cookie Monster ;)</p> Cookie Monsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05382498182497614320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617490290983134402.post-1835748459359873172010-07-23T13:50:00.001-07:002010-07-23T13:50:25.573-07:00Live for the moment!<a href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/TEoAj_YIWRI/AAAAAAAAARk/dD1LXtvergI/mallorca.jpg'><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/TEoAj_YIWRI/AAAAAAAAARk/dD1LXtvergI/s400/mallorca.jpg' /></a><p>Live your life to the fullest - one day at a time, take chances, don't look back, no regrets and take time to enjoy every precious moment of it. LOVE IT! and you'll be happy even if someone has totally fucked up your day. Let people into your heart and you'll be loved! Love those close to you! And most important - don't forget to love YOURSELF!! <br/> <br/> <br/> X O X O, <br/> Cookie Monster ;)</p><div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.4.8</div>Cookie Monsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05382498182497614320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617490290983134402.post-12126305149961417392010-05-18T03:13:00.001-07:002010-05-18T03:13:59.549-07:00Enjoy<div align="justify"> <div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:0cd0948f-06c0-4571-9a72-8e03800172b7" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: left; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"><div id="048186c2-4396-4f3a-8898-681f4ca9b0bb" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PusyhO-xANg" target="_new"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/S_JoZji9wfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rWF3FEDQboo/video6a16d1b2e029%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('048186c2-4396-4f3a-8898-681f4ca9b0bb'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/PusyhO-xANg&hl=en\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/PusyhO-xANg&hl=en\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div></div> </div> <p align="justify">Enjoy my precious ;)</p> <p align="justify">This song pretty much describes me at the moment PERFECTLY!! In addition it’s a wonderful song from a singer with an amazing voice.</p> <p align="justify">My life is kind of hectic right now cause Kadri is leaving work and we don’t have anyone to fill in for her so I guess it means more work for us for a while again but it’s gorgeous outside and we don’t want to spend all our days inside. And we have this pool night event coming on the May 22th. It has to be a success other ways me and Rebecca are pretty much screwed :S So this is causing stress – at least for me and I hate it. I think I need one of those “cool weekends”.</p> <p align="justify"> </p> <p align="justify">X O X O, <br />Cookie Monster ;)</p> Cookie Monsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05382498182497614320noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617490290983134402.post-23919615706264907462010-05-17T03:00:00.001-07:002010-05-17T03:00:16.136-07:00Eternity!<p align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxw7DufnCiSoMQ9g-Im1HYieZ-ZN_6gLoEv4-0sRdefL8i3Lh8GO-Crqd5eZi0KcbwwTLAuuBlqiCuQhrMsX6yTs6Ropa_I4ZvvPCGPVzPQWs8e64OoN243U6Sl4s0ViO736siP15UBfn-/s1600-h/Boobs%5B15%5D.jpg"><img title="Malibu" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="258" alt="Malibu" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/S_ETmpknyrI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ZQ7yrjknYWw/Boobs_thumb%5B13%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="186" align="left" border="0" /></a> So it’s been faaaar to long to write down everything that happened in details so I’m going to tell you the long story short :D</p> <p align="justify">Lets see – there was a club marathon; my hair was blue, purple and grey – all at the same day; met some very cool new people (Lauri ;);););)); Eleri moved out; a TON of parties at our place; me and Kadri went dancing, only once but it was fun as hell :D ; went running in the middle of the night with a guy I met like 5 years ago; we had a party at our place and the cops <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYjKSj2Ywz7lofq6rr3sFxQ9bOg2_QPRyAejpHB9WnkcVtUbaf9GkzHxINM_l85LbgYYlNhbnh4IYV5GhbS8nN6UBDYDx4YOY8l4OF95wW6l8FW0Ber2JSFDH-q_byf-JQbTvTdRznOGIy/s1600-h/MINU!%5B20%5D.jpg"><img title="MINU!" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="205" alt="MINU!" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/S_ETof4fD0I/AAAAAAAAAQg/AQo54H-Lw8I/MINU%21_thumb%5B18%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" align="right" border="0" /></a>showed up due to the “loudness” of our music – but we had music playing from a phone so that’s weird; I babysat Lisandra and it was fun cause she’s sooooo adorable; Sten and Lisandra didn’t get a long for a little period of time cause Sten was jealous of me; I even made it to clubs for a couple of times; Merko was in the hospital with his appendix so I worked 23 days in a row – still alive ;D; we had thieves in our apartment – <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ui_hOvj6h3Gsbwumvfc8opdNalAawZDblNbNygU17HrbMwecYbWaZ0O6roB_pGbDoTSTh-4IUycqkDHZlhnKitoS3EKRLCNtW5MX9A-SKPU4ZSURLRQofU7Q-cA7OyhYWaXoEWjh0yl0/s1600-h/rannavolber0120%5B7%5D.jpg"><img title="rannavolber0120" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="258" alt="rannavolber0120" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/S_ETqMc6PZI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ybFjW9I11Fg/rannavolber0120_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="185" align="left" border="0" /></a>Siret´s phone and Liisi’s laptop were stolen and even our cat!! (how sick is that???); our boss called us retards (cute eh - NOT!!!); had a little roadtrip to Taevaskoda where we <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHNmyj5tP6FeQvnu3WDTDfMHxLtfrlAZfWaMuHETEO50xLluIVVtaXV3MN-b-i8Jd-1Ihqz6xvHkPGM3eg5EQrbtcnB2O1Tx9E7gkIm7eanHUzncwbBA5bY48_4FYX5cghleiZzNKYdJJJ/s1600-h/Florida%20ja%20Malibu2%5B7%5D.jpg"><img title="Florida ja Malibu2" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="258" alt="Florida ja Malibu2" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/S_ETr48p-VI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nd74hjRqMmI/Florida%20ja%20Malibu2_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="186" align="right" border="0" /></a>had out own little rave for 4; I got a little sister Svea-Erika (she’s sooo tiny compare to Sten-Erik); then there was this student party in club Atlantis where me and Rebecca totally killed it ;) yeah baby;  and then of course the highlight of this period – REBECCAS BIRTHDAY!!!!! The best party of the decade ;) we gave her a parachute jump as a present :D; just a couple of days ago we (me and Rebecca) went to a housewarming party where i met some people who i already knew but couldn’t recognize;  2 days ago we had a little grill party at Arvos place – it was cool to see him after this long time; YESTERDAY we (me, Rebecca, Kaire and Siret) went to the movies to see Elm Street’s nightmare and I must say that I thought it’ll be scarier – it had faaaar too many jokes in it (how’s this for a wet dream :D:D:D:D).</p> <p align="justify">So this was the conclusion of the almost 3 months that i didn’t renew my blog. I’ll try to pick myself up and start writing more often again ;)</p> <p align="justify"> </p> <p>X O X O, <br />Cookie Monster ;)</p> Cookie Monsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05382498182497614320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617490290983134402.post-78282531921176872092010-05-02T02:48:00.001-07:002010-05-02T02:48:52.288-07:00Krr mjäu ;)<div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:cae036e6-9fd0-450b-b08e-7502c739aa28" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: right; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"><div id="9e4bd615-756e-48cf-9165-092eb760a755" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G5QYwMfac8o&feature=related" target="_new"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/S91Kgx522SI/AAAAAAAAAQM/_CGiI152vqc/video8ce5ad8112e0%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('9e4bd615-756e-48cf-9165-092eb760a755'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/G5QYwMfac8o&hl=en\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/G5QYwMfac8o&hl=en\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div></div> <p align="justify">Kats ära mõtle vasakule jälle rsk :D NUMPAR IDIKAS!!!!</p> Cookie Monsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05382498182497614320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617490290983134402.post-19771807144374716932010-04-19T03:09:00.001-07:002010-04-19T03:09:48.901-07:00I feel the summer! ;)<div align="center"> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:fa9cfcde-5d28-4289-9bb7-5d8cf5cba404" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><div id="27b00a81-8020-4b80-af1b-e0cd82359e70" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=09xqvTA_pWw" target="_new"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/S8wr665g6KI/AAAAAAAAAQI/aDQygSqR9Io/videofd865ba457b2%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('27b00a81-8020-4b80-af1b-e0cd82359e70'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/09xqvTA_pWw&hl=en\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/09xqvTA_pWw&hl=en\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div></div> </div> Cookie Monsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05382498182497614320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617490290983134402.post-88973164908613594252010-02-22T04:25:00.001-08:002010-02-22T04:25:30.086-08:00Snow!!!!<strong><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/S4J3rpmtZ0I/AAAAAAAAAPY/X_9wzroCTHM/s1600-h/Cookie_Monster_12%5B6%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px" title="Cookie_Monster_12" border="0" alt="Cookie_Monster_12" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/S4J3sKB5pxI/AAAAAAAAAPc/uEmF_REtIlQ/Cookie_Monster_12_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="217" height="198" /></a></strong> <ul> <li> <div align="justify"><strong>14.02.2010 <br /></strong>We spent the whole day digging and building a “snow city” and of course I had to be the one to make the caves bigger from the inside. Fortunately I didn’t mind – it was fun.</div> </li> <li> <div align="justify"><strong>15.02.2010</strong> <br />My grandparents, my brothers and nephews rock ;) It’s an adventure going to the store with them :D:D</div> </li> <li> <div align="justify"><strong>16.02.2010</strong> <br />Work again, but after work me and Kadri went for a sledge ride – at 1am :D:D It was extremely fun. Even the drunken idiots who were there before us and who harassed us didn’t ruin it for us ;)</div> </li> <li> <div align="justify"><strong>18.02.2010</strong></div> <div align="justify"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/S4J3stUVbYI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UXfVteAWr_w/s1600-h/05112009_boring%21%21%21%5B12%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px" title="05112009_boring!!!" border="0" alt="05112009_boring!!!" align="right" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/S4J3tLHcQiI/AAAAAAAAAPk/igSwoGW43Oc/05112009_boring%21%21%21_thumb%5B14%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="221" height="158" /></a> There was this schooling that me and Merko had to attend and it was MAJOR boring!! I pretty much spent the whole five hours that it lasted minding my own business and there was an “exam” at the end. The lady who organized it was very surprised when I gave her my results and she was like O_o maximum points, very good – you should have seen her face, she was utterly surprised :D:D</div> </li> <li> <div align="justify"><strong><strong><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/S4J3tr-hKoI/AAAAAAAAAPo/v4Qa2JyflWI/s1600-h/Gummy-bear-kiss-candy-535414_1280_1024%5B8%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Gummy-bear-kiss-candy-535414_1280_1024" border="0" alt="Gummy-bear-kiss-candy-535414_1280_1024" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/S4J3uDdwSpI/AAAAAAAAAPs/_-Bs2TqClMs/Gummy-bear-kiss-candy-535414_1280_1024_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="214" height="179" /></a></strong>20.02.2010 <br /></strong>Back to Otepää! It was Lisandra’s birthday and we gave her a Bambi book, she loved it. There was a little incident between Lisandra and Sten – seemed like Sten was jealous when I spent time with Lisandra and he hit her after what he had a serious chat with his parents and afterwards he said that he’s sorry to Lisandra. I told you – everybody likes me :D:D:D ;)</div> </li> </ul> <div align="justify"> X O X O,</div> <div align="justify">Cookie Monster ;)</div> Cookie Monsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05382498182497614320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617490290983134402.post-23985344834368047612010-02-13T15:46:00.001-08:002010-02-13T15:46:53.939-08:00No need to freak out!<p align="justify"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/S3c5sZFXA1I/AAAAAAAAAOs/HbTFUKJHOOg/s1600-h/Freakout5.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px" title="Freak out" border="0" alt="Freak out" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/S3c5ttl12mI/AAAAAAAAAOw/sqZ4g0PZFoc/Freakout_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="176" height="228" /></a>It has come to my hearing that some people were utterly worried after my previous post, but there’s no need – Cookie Monster’s still in one piece and alive (a bit ill-treated but still breathing and functioning as well as possible).</p> <p align="justify">I know I didn’t post anything for a longer period of time so let me fill you in and then you’ll get to know the whole story.</p> <p align="justify">What did I last wrote about – hmm… I think it had something to do with partying (because that’s pretty much all that we do around here) and it was posted in the end of January so I’ll start from the first of February.</p> <ul> <li> <div align="justify"><b>1.02.2010 <br /></b>In the morning I had to work and afterwards I played pool. At home I got a phone call and soon some people came over – as usually it involved cards, vodka and a shitload of repentant words thrown to everyone's faces followed by excuses through flowers.</div> </li> <li> <div align="justify"><b> 3.02.2010 <br /></b>I had the morning off so we did a little “sightseeing” with Eleri and it involved busses. Sounds like a normal day right? WRONG! We were almost at home when I started to feel a bit ligh<img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="TUNNEL_VISION_by_monwhi" border="0" alt="TUNNEL_VISION_by_monwhi" align="right" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/S3c5vCHpCBI/AAAAAAAAAO0/clOD5lMHQOk/TUNNEL_VISION_by_monwhi_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="214" height="173" />theaded, then my hearing started to fade and finally I had “tunnel vision”. I sat on the first chair available and it got a bit better, but when it was our time to get off I lost it all and somehow I managed to make it to the bus stops chair where I sat about 10 minutes just because I wasn’t able to walk. Recovered a little we started to make our way towards our apartment but halfway there it all started again so I had to stop to catch a breath. At home I made some calls just to find out that no one was willing to take my shift for the night so I went to work – where obviously I felt like dying. I knew that Siret had invited some people over so I managed to convince Rebecca to tag along and we hitchhiked to my place to find a discussion about the worlds end and God ahead – we called it epic fail. We spent most of our time smoking water pipe in the kitchen. It wasn’t bad at all until one lousy phone call that ruined it all.</div> </li> <li> <div align="justify"><b>4.02.2010 <br /></b>At work Kadri wasn’t feeling good at all and I had recovered from my out of the blue fainting so I had to do most of the work, but luckily it was an easy-breezy evening.</div> </li> <li> <div align="justify"><b><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/S3c5vw6chsI/AAAAAAAAAO4/p73oq24youY/s1600-h/yourmsn_5450%5B6%5D.gif"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="yourmsn_5450" border="0" alt="yourmsn_5450" align="right" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/S3c5xBjvOSI/AAAAAAAAAO8/1wW9XtYMs_c/yourmsn_5450_thumb%5B4%5D.gif?imgmax=800" width="113" height="113" /></a> 5.02.2010 <br /></b>Highlight of the week – the day I got a severe concussion. It started out good – a day off. I had plans to go to Otepää, but since girls wanted to go clubbing I thought why the hell not and I joined them. It was very weird in the club because most of the people were clients from work and everyone was like: Hey Cookie! A VERY weird experience. On the dance floor dudes just wanted to show their moves and at one point one of them just let go of me and I fell hard on the ground. I felt a bit off and went to sit down but I didn’t let it ruin my evening – the party was still on!</div> </li> <li> <div align="justify"><b><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/S3c5znaANVI/AAAAAAAAAPA/28VhWEqEglY/s1600-h/Spinning%5B7%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Spinning" border="0" alt="Spinning" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/S3c5043wlaI/AAAAAAAAAPE/3F37Jbzu_t0/Spinning_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" height="159" /></a> 6.02.2010</b> <br />I spent the whole day in bed because when I got up the world didn’t stop spinning :S I had to go to Vallo’s birthday party in club Maasikas, but I didn’t since I honestly couldn’t even walk for more then ten meters at once so I think it’s good that I didn’t go – I might have ruined the whole party with my faint-like being.</div> </li> <li> <div align="justify"><b>7.02.2010</b> <br />Vallo’s birthday after party at our work. I left rather early due to a severe headache.</div> </li> <li> <div align="justify"><b><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/S3c52blr07I/AAAAAAAAAPI/gf-_6cY1ac8/s1600-h/Breakfast_by_karolinaa%5B7%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Breakfast_by_karolinaa" border="0" alt="Breakfast_by_karolinaa" align="right" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/S3c53gSNmkI/AAAAAAAAAPM/eCaYoNcmndE/Breakfast_by_karolinaa_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" height="156" /></a> 8.02.2010</b> <br />I went to breakfast with Serx and Charlie. We had some great ideas for a road trip but it was cancelled because we didn’t have a car that would start due to the cold weather so in the evening it was party time at work again.</div> </li> <li> <div align="justify"><b>10.02.2010</b> <br />I took my phone to the service because it hadn’t been working since New Year’s Eve where it fell into a vodka cocktail and was thrown water at it.</div> </li> <li> <div align="justify"><b><b><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/S3c55JPZfnI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/xhi3seGLyFs/s1600-h/Headache_by_paradisiac%5B6%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Headache_by_paradisiac" border="0" alt="Headache_by_paradisiac" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/S3c56lEVh3I/AAAAAAAAAPU/GH068Nc0TBM/Headache_by_paradisiac_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="165" height="227" /></a></b> 11.02.2010</b> <br />I got my phone back and it works (even number 8)! I finally went to the doctors because of my headaches since I fell in the club, he sent me to EMO (emergency medicine department) where I was told that I have a severe concussion and that I’m lucky that anything didn’t explode in my brain. I was also advised to take the time off because the concussion will let me know that it’s still there for at least a month if not even more. Now I’m popping pills like a junky because if I wouldn’t take them then I’d probably bite someone from the pain.</div> </li> </ul> <p align="justify">This is it – this is what I’ve been up to for the past week and a half. Today I had a day off so I’m in Otepää and it’s lovely here – the snow is actually white not brown or yellow like in Tartu!</p> <p align="justify"> </p> <p align="justify">Take care,</p> <p align="justify">X O X O, <br />Cookie Monster ;)</p> Cookie Monsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05382498182497614320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617490290983134402.post-5500806026286546172010-02-11T06:34:00.001-08:002010-02-11T06:34:34.455-08:00Emergency ;)<div style="padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; width: 425px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:ea32ba41-74d1-4cad-81b7-000bad51e944" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><div id="84848921-e2e9-4572-a6c4-fd04799c4aad" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mgJ8BZi3vTA&feature=fvst" target="_new"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/S3QVdoL09DI/AAAAAAAAAOo/QWo96FdaFEc/videofc8cec06d65c%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('84848921-e2e9-4572-a6c4-fd04799c4aad'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/mgJ8BZi3vTA&hl=en\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/mgJ8BZi3vTA&hl=en\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div></div> <p> </p> <p align="justify">Fuck mina olengi EMO püsiklient!!</p> <p align="justify">Et saada EMO püsikliendiks tuleb teha nagu mina: lampi ära minestada ja siis veel mingis fucking klubis pea vastu betooni ära lüüa – it really works you know ;) TRY IT!</p> Cookie Monsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05382498182497614320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617490290983134402.post-8654116536966973282010-01-30T05:30:00.000-08:002010-01-30T06:18:54.776-08:00Party every day ;)<p align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBAaFRNh_sDN0MJvC0nFUUVwBVfFNYQVm2o0ilETKQ78VU5Ebd9YlxGnf4AnBnA33f7buXKp_gNZtYUpBTydw5KO8d_dgmmJlUv5EmnXkAyIMpCM-PpPvC0TEiLgK00ahW4hjeG4JGrWBZ/s1600-h/TartuEesti0235.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px" title="Hats are IN! ;)" border="0" alt="Hats are IN! ;)" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/S2Q_y0aNZEI/AAAAAAAAAOc/PGfWt_dGN_8/TartuEesti023_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="214" height="170" /></a> We’ve been hitting it good since Monday - going to bed at 7, waking around 10 and going to work. Pretty much a routine now, and not a bad one if I may say ;) It gets my thoughts away from the questions venturing in my mind. Feels like I have the “information overload” disease and I have no idea about the cure…</p> <p align="justify">There has been a lot of different people at our place – some nicer than the others some a lot naughtier then the rest but the parties have generally been nice. Except for the part where someone broke some things, but everything is replaceable so we’ll recover as always and keep up the good work :D</p> <p align="justify">In addition to partying every day I also work every evening. There aren’t very many clients, cause it’s the end of the month and everyone has wasted their money on alcohol :D</p> <p align="justify"> </p> <div align="justify"> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; width: 425px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:96521880-cc12-4ad9-a46f-e5ad58d0a6dc" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><div id="847a8219-a60d-45bf-a054-fc32353d996d" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DSSQfrZARmU" target="_new"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/S2Q_zc5UV2I/AAAAAAAAAOg/Np9_6x0VPYw/video96f7f4e09c14%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('847a8219-a60d-45bf-a054-fc32353d996d'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/DSSQfrZARmU&hl=en\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/DSSQfrZARmU&hl=en\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div></div> </div> <p align="justify"> </p> <p align="justify">Now I have to run to work again, wish me luck ;)</p> <p align="justify">(And yes you’re right – this song’s for you)</p> <p> </p> <p>X O X O, <br />Cookie Monster ;)</p> Cookie Monsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05382498182497614320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617490290983134402.post-88110532227526908652010-01-23T10:42:00.000-08:002010-01-30T05:20:22.640-08:00What do you want from me?<p></p> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; width: 425px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:4107a862-af52-47f4-a259-ac558292b950" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><div id="e30ff13c-8d9b-434d-aa22-ced0af2fa050" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yiy0p-h-NqY" target="_new"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/S2QyFOGv7VI/AAAAAAAAAOU/lfMW2hHSXtA/video11f94740b3f2%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('e30ff13c-8d9b-434d-aa22-ced0af2fa050'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/Yiy0p-h-NqY&hl=en\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/Yiy0p-h-NqY&hl=en\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"425\" height=\"355\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div></div> <p></p> <p align="justify">Me and Merko finished work around 4.30 yesterday, I got home around 5 and guess what happened at 9.30 – first incoming call, another one after just 10 minutes and so on and so on. Sometimes I think that people can sense when I´m working long hours and that I'm still sleeping so they call me just to wake me up and bug me with ridiculous things.</p> <p align="justify">In addition to the early calls somehow I get calls also when I prefer to be unavailable to those further than 25m from me. Like perfect timing you know :D I really should start switching my phone off, or put it on silent.</p> <p align="justify">Anyway…I’m hungry :D</p> <p align="justify"> </p> <p align="justify">X O X O, <br />Cookie Monster ;)</p> Cookie Monsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05382498182497614320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617490290983134402.post-74080948184256600202010-01-10T12:32:00.001-08:002010-01-10T12:32:31.224-08:00MWAH ;)<p align="justify"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/S0o5XE9EJbI/AAAAAAAAAOM/uZKV_TtD1Yw/s1600-h/sonyericsson-w995-red%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="sonyericsson-w995-red" border="0" alt="sonyericsson-w995-red" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/S0o5XurZOII/AAAAAAAAAOQ/cW8l0_nWlos/sonyericsson-w995-red_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="197" height="230" /></a> Would somebody PLEASE buy me a new phone?? (A) Pretty please…with a cherry on top ;) Like the one on the left?? ;)</p> <p align="justify">Nah…actually I’ll live, cause I don’t really need it anymore – unless someone would start calling me everyday :P</p> <p align="justify">It’s horridly cold in Estonia and I can’t wait to get away! Any offers?? :D</p> <p align="justify">Oh and by the way I almost forgot, there’s this great giveaway <a href="http://tite-roy-gatra2.blogspot.com/2010/01/treasure-thursday-charm-factory.html" target="_blank">@MadeInCanarias</a>. It’s open worldwide and you DO NOT want to miss this ;) You can choose from hundreds of charms. They have charms for every occasion and they are absolutely fabulous!</p> <p> </p> <p>X O X O, <br />Cookie Monster ;)</p> Cookie Monsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05382498182497614320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617490290983134402.post-67221102618741385822010-01-05T00:53:00.001-08:002010-01-05T00:53:50.374-08:00Aaarrgh!!<p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/S0L-FeaQVNI/AAAAAAAAAOE/wZkGljJ_wGM/s1600-h/3078249186_bb43c88c34%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="3078249186_bb43c88c34" border="0" alt="3078249186_bb43c88c34" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/S0L-HdaYpYI/AAAAAAAAAOI/R8zsYaqI2co/3078249186_bb43c88c34_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="456" height="681" /></a></p> Cookie Monsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05382498182497614320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617490290983134402.post-75882793069023649752010-01-03T16:26:00.001-08:002010-01-03T16:28:37.216-08:00What shall we do with the drunken sailor?<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLYy7SHcyAkC9Z0ylTVMQTYP6XarYYAjhtRvhmf0_mWzebjTcjg2gVAVTg4Uq1OLv40NLoVBNkGr7Try9poag7PFMnV5S1p3SP3J4l02Nd1XfOeQbY01dkT_OSpxI8Eia7rKPf8txJirP9/s1600-h/9%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="New Years Eve" border="0" alt="New Years Eve" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/S0E0O0zrUwI/AAAAAAAAAN4/F-j7ubCBd8M/9_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="216" height="187" /></a> </p> <p align="justify">Yesterday was the farewell party for Mihkel – he’s going to the navy and the party was rather wicked ;)</p> <p align="justify">We made the same picture that you see on the left as his gift – I wasn’t present when it was given to him but he did say that he liked it.</p> <p align="justify">Our gift wasn’t the best one – his workmates gave him a stripper – nice eh?? :D</p> <p align="justify">A lot of people were quite <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/S0E1rdWx0aI/AAAAAAAAAN8/1Vwc9VbXSmY/s1600-h/snowflake%5B6%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="snowflake" border="0" alt="snowflake" align="right" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/S0E1r5QDO5I/AAAAAAAAAOA/6FIfRquGEWE/snowflake_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="214" height="232" /></a>wasted and some even had to be woken up with water :D</p> <p align="justify">We packed our stuff at work at 3.12am and it was a magically wonderful night for walking home – it was snowing, the flakes were adorably big and there was this little breeze that made them dance to the beats coming from my headphones. It was so peaceful. As I made it across the bridge to the playground I remembered the night when we went there with Keili and I just sat on the swing for some time.</p> <p align="justify">Keili there weren’t any stars in the sky!</p> <p align="justify"> </p> <p align="justify">X O X O, <br />Cookie Monster ;)</p> Cookie Monsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05382498182497614320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617490290983134402.post-7087854604056239952010-01-01T09:59:00.000-08:002010-01-02T08:43:11.669-08:00Happy New Year!<p align="justify"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/Sz93nDR3Z9I/AAAAAAAAANs/_4EEJPpNCto/s1600-h/Fireworks%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Fireworks" border="0" alt="Fireworks" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/Sz93n0w8BhI/AAAAAAAAANw/u2nuARAC4pg/Fireworks_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="218" height="218" /></a> How was everyone's New Years Eve? I sincerely hope that you all had a very pleasant time! Did you make some kind of promises for this year?</p> <p align="justify">Remember the party that I had to go to? Well I anticipated too much of it! I only knew 8 persons and everyone were in groups with their acquaintances; the party got a very early start so it got a quick ending also; my phone fell into a vodka cocktail and like that wasn’t enough then Inno had to throw water on it also so now it doesn’t work all the time; the stereo was a piece of junk – if we turned the volume up it just switched to the next track in the middle of a song; the staircase was very steep and if I’m correct then 2 persons even fell down from it; on our way home some guy who was literally drunk as hell was sleeping in the middle of the road so we nearly drove over him, but ended up waiting for the police for half an hour and then the dudes neighbors drove by and picked him up. </p> <p align="justify">As you can see then it wasn’t the best night of the year but at least we danced a lot and I don’t regret going cause it gave me a chance to get away and experience something in addition to the things I already have done.</p> <p align="justify">X O X O, <br />Cookie Monster ;)</p> Cookie Monsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05382498182497614320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617490290983134402.post-57729568938519732932009-12-30T18:19:00.000-08:002010-01-02T08:39:07.171-08:00Work, work and once again work!<p align="justify"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/Sz92qEXA4iI/AAAAAAAAANk/hgVmRjfBV3Q/s1600-h/Prnu0015.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px" title="Pärnu ;) 001" border="0" alt="Pärnu ;) 001" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/Sz92qoxXfVI/AAAAAAAAANo/VIkDslEWm40/Prnu001_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="214" height="170" /></a>It’s 04.19, I made it home like 20 minutes ago and my workday had to end at 00.00 – nice eh??</p> <p align="justify">It’s almost that I can’t even live my life because I spend the majority of my time at work. For example December has 31 days, that makes 744 hours and I spent 220 hours at work, taking 8 hours of sleep per day in consideration leaves me with 276 hours of free time and that’s less than half of the month and generally you spend about 160 hours (+\- 8hours) per month at work so I spent approximately 60 hours more at work than people typically do.</p> <p align="justify">I really need some time to relax with the problems at work and some personal issues that I just can’t seem to be able to work out, so I’m quite glad that we’re going to the New Years Eve party tomorrow – I hope it’ll give me an opportunity to let out some steam, but I do have to admit that I’m not in a very “festive” mood. I don’t really feel like partying and I don’t even know why.</p> <p align="justify">Nevertheless I hope you all enjoy your New Years Eve!</p> <p align="justify"> </p> <p align="justify">X O X O, <br />Cookie Monster ;)</p> Cookie Monsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05382498182497614320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617490290983134402.post-89136094182542969492009-12-29T01:19:00.000-08:002009-12-29T07:23:53.905-08:00Work-a-holic!<p align="justify"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/SzofB6VczBI/AAAAAAAAANc/gt7-eThsA0c/s1600-h/Eesti0215.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px" title="Eesti 021" border="0" alt="Eesti 021" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/SzofCTCKFOI/AAAAAAAAANg/DUF-2HBkppM/Eesti021_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="219" height="226" /></a> </p> <p align="justify">Want to guess what I’ve been up to? Yep – you got it right – working! Working, working and partying – that’s pretty much how my life goes now. Working during daytime, partying at night and when I get some time then I sleep :D</p> <p align="justify">I borrowed 3 books from Ave and I haven’t had the opportunity to read them because most of my time I truly am working and 4 days ago I received the book I won from Ave’s birthday giveaway but unfortunately I haven’t had the time to go home and pick it up but I am very delighted that I won it – I L.O.V.E. books.</p> <p align="justify">We’ve had parties at our place basically every day so there’s always a lot of cleaning up to do, but since we’re all most of the time working we have to do it before going to work or after work, at it’s not a nice way to start or end a day, but at least the parties are always a success :D Well apart from the fact that I’ve been told that my ass and boobs are petite – nice eh?? I’ve constantly figured that I’m relatively proportional (not taking into consideration my big hips – that’s my mom’s slipup) but as it comes out then not for EVERYBODY!! Fuck – I’m not perfect..What a bummer..</p> <p align="justify">Another thing that really bothers me is when people call from some bizarre numbers – what’s up with that?? Nowadays everybody has a cell phone and their own number so why can’t they use their phone for calling? Maybe they just have many numbers, but then again I ask why? Perhaps I should just stop answering calls from numbers that I do not have in my phonebook.</p> <p align="justify">In 2 days it’s going to be New Years Eve – can’t wait for it! We rented a house in South-Estonia, there’s going to be about 30 persons at the party. It was written on the invitation to come dressed unpredictably so me, Agne, Kadri and Katrin are going as nurses – sexy nurses ;). We have these dresses that are short as hell and the cleavage couldn’t be any bigger so we’ll see what’ll happen.</p> <p align="justify">Oh an I forgot to wish you all merry Christmas!</p> <p align="justify"> </p> <p align="justify">X O X O, <br />Cookie Monster ;)</p> Cookie Monsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05382498182497614320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617490290983134402.post-5855398548958357702009-12-18T16:13:00.000-08:002009-12-29T07:23:19.212-08:00Get this party started!!<p align="justify"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/Szoe5FnjOhI/AAAAAAAAANU/j0MzObj4ttg/s1600-h/Prnu00216.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px" title="Siret and Cookie" border="0" alt="Siret and Cookie" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/Szoe5vMtr8I/AAAAAAAAANY/N69p0b0A53k/Prnu002_thumb14.jpg?imgmax=800" width="264" height="209" /></a> </p> <p align="justify">Yesterday some of Siret’s acquaintances visited her and guess what they brought – Absinthe! It was so hilarious to see them consume it because they didn’t want to drink it straight so they decided to drink it as a slam with Sprite but it was still a bit too strong for some of them (they’re just weak :D:D).</p> <p align="justify">They also brought a water pipe so we smoked a lot of it and played poker and other card games where I cheated a lot cause I had lost far too many times (6):D</p> <p align="justify">Then we made our way to club Illusioon where some of my acquaintances were waiting for me/us. I was wearing my little white dress and due to it I was always in the spotlight – Siret even heard some random men talking about me – when I go to a party or a night club then I dress to impress – that’s the only way I do it! (Yes I know my ego is enormous but hey – that’s me!)</p> <p align="justify">We got tired of Illusioon soon so me, Siret, Mihkel, Vallo and Sergei made our way to club Maasikas – now that’s where the real party was at! When you know the barmen then it’s a very big benefit – you get served before the other clients and you might even get some stuff for free but if you know Mihkel’s credit cards pin code then you get everything for free :D.</p> <p align="justify">It was extremely fun in Maasikas and in total it’s a night to remember! <br />Thanks to everybody who made it unforgettable!</p> <p align="justify"> </p> <p align="justify">X O X O, <br />Cookie Monster ;)</p> Cookie Monsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05382498182497614320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617490290983134402.post-10824096912614026062009-12-17T12:04:00.001-08:002009-12-17T12:30:56.327-08:00Ho Ho Ho motherfuckers!!!<p align="justify"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/SyqOwUSiZAI/AAAAAAAAAMw/moFchNTENgk/s1600-h/Eesti00410.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px" title="Cookie Monster in person" border="0" alt="Cookie Monster in person" align="left" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/SyqOxLvgk2I/AAAAAAAAAM0/VReyo0skfuc/Eesti004_thumb8.jpg?imgmax=800" width="231" height="246" /></a>Just nii – teie suurim hirm on tõeks saanud just enne jõule – I’M BAAAAACK!!!! Lisaks tingituna sellest, et  eestlased on nii targad inimesed, et valdav enamus oskab inglise keelt (ja välismaalased eesti keelt ju ei oska….) hakkabki mu blogi antud postitusest alates olema inglise keeles. </p> <p align="justify">So let me tell you what I’ve been up to since my trip to Pärnu that I last wrote about:</p> <ul> <li> <div align="justify">The most important thing is that now I reside in Tartu – a city that I absolutely LOVE!!! I had to move because I got a job, I work in Tähe pool hall and it’s a little bit funny cause I used to play pool, täht means star in English and I have 6 star tattoos and stars are my utterly favorite shapes in the world, besides that it came out that I actually know the owner. I really like the job but it’s sometimes hard and quite exhausting.</div> </li> <li> <div align="justify"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/SyqOyTSD98I/AAAAAAAAAM4/KWAtGoUPJuc/s1600-h/Eesti00134.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px" title="Keili" border="0" alt="Keili" align="right" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/SyqOzGQVxFI/AAAAAAAAAM8/z4xsDQSJrkw/Eesti001_thumb32.jpg?imgmax=800" width="264" height="209" /></a>During November I lived with Keili ( a really fantastic girl from the good old times) and we went to some parties, I got to know some of her new friends and acquaintances from college, it was rather fun, but the coolest thing ever happened on the night of the 30th November. We had just finished smoking  water pipe and we craved for chocolate and ice-cream so we made our way to the nearest gas station just to find out that they only serve from a teeny hatch but <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/SyqO0hvlozI/AAAAAAAAANA/fXXFdkvjv1s/s1600-h/Eesti%20004%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px" title="Keili :*" border="0" alt="Keili :*" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/SyqO1-xbjvI/AAAAAAAAANE/q7DnWaSUyG4/Eesti%20004_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="264" height="209" /></a>we’re the kind of persons who have to touch everything so we made our  way to the center of the town – to McDonalds to be exact. We got some burgers and fries and started to make our way back home but then we realized that it was already 1st of December – Keili’s birthday. We stopped at a playground and started swinging, soon we put on some music and then we started to dance – you guys have no idea how cool it is to dance at night by a river at a playground! Like really it was one of the craziest and the funniest things at the same time.</div> </li> <li> <div align="justify">In the beginning of December we went to the movies to see the Twilight Saga: New Moon and to be honest then I expected so much more that what I saw. I adored the first movie but the sequel was a bit disappointing.  I’m not saying it was bad, but it wasn’t the whole package – something was missing.</div> </li> <li> <div align="justify">PÖFF (Pimedate ööde filmifestival – Movie festival of dark nights) was also occurring in the beginning of December and we went to see a movie named Ordinary People. It was about soldiers who were sent out and they had to kill people, they thought that they were given a direct order but no one told them to do anything – they were just ordinary people killing ordinary people like themselves without a straight order (very surreal if you ask me!).</div> </li> <li> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; width: 400px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:66721397-FF69-4ca6-AEC4-17E6B3208830:fffb4a75-259f-485f-8c65-86017fa06303" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><a style="border:0px" href="http://cid-23a043f0245a8840.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&resid=23A043F0245A8840!200&ct=photos"><img style="border:0px" alt="View Christmas party" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/SyqO2viZOAI/AAAAAAAAANI/2mZVMVjfkYw/InlineRepresentationca8ec266-f239-445f-9fc4-b416c0ac3963%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" /></a><div style="width:400px;text-align:right;" ><a href="http://cid-23a043f0245a8840.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&resid=23A043F0245A8840!200&ct=photos">View Full Album</a></div></div> <div align="justify">3 days ago we had a Christmas party at our work – now that’s a party you’d remember forever if you’d been there that is ;) Pool, strip poker and a shitload of laughing combined with dancing. Some people didn’t even go home for the night cause they had to work the next day. It was a really cool party – well the beginning was boring but the end was wild and crazy ;) After the party me and Eleri went home at 8am and we smoked water pipe and slept until the next morning. Now that’s what I call a PARTY!</div> </li> <li> <div align="justify"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/SyqO4VvP5iI/AAAAAAAAANM/zYOFzvO5Pns/s1600-h/Eesti%20005%5B9%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px" title="Party" border="0" alt="Party" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/SyqO5cHCdRI/AAAAAAAAANQ/jFTfKAN21I8/Eesti%20005_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="264" height="209" /></a>Yesterday we celebrated Frederico’s birthday and we had like 8 persons over. It was loud and even the neighbors from upstairs came down to complain – but it was fun for us ;) Last guests left around 6am (this is a very normal time for our guests to leave, if they don’t decide to spend the night that is ;)). Well actually they didn’t really leave, they were more like kicked out cause one of them didn’t want to leave. I’m just TOOO ADORABLE ;)</div> </li> </ul> <p align="justify">As you can see a lot has happened and I probably didn’t even write about most of it, but if something important comes to my mind that I forgot to write in this post, then you can be sure that it will be in one of the following posts ;)</p> <p align="justify"> </p> <p align="justify">X O X O, <br />Cookie Monster ;)</p> Cookie Monsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05382498182497614320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617490290983134402.post-51598368051516509852009-10-05T15:18:00.000-07:002009-10-08T15:20:47.559-07:00Sugar ;)<p align="justify"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/Ss5lkuQiftI/AAAAAAAAAMY/8nDkFOnK_yM/s1600-h/P%C3%A4rnu%20%3B%29%20057%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px" title="Pärnu ;) 057" border="0" alt="Pärnu ;) 057" align="right" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/Ss5lluQD0eI/AAAAAAAAAMc/2J9YjZGVsJ4/P%C3%A4rnu%20%3B%29%20057_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="176" height="256" /></a>Käisime siis Siretiga Bravos, kuid kahjuks sarnanes see tondilossile. Seega siblisime nii kiiresti kui vihmas võimalik Sugarisse, et lõpuks ometi natuke tantsida. Sättisime fuajees oma sassis juuksekarvad ilusti soengusse tagasi ja <em>in we went! </em>Rahvast oli kindlasti rohkem kui Bravos, kuid siiski vähem kui lootsin. Ometigi oli äärmiselt <em>fun</em> – me praktiliselt ei lahkunudki tantsuplatsilt ;)</p> <p align="justify">Õhtu jooksul lahutasid klubikülaliste meeli Sugari tantsutüdrukud, palja <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/Ss5lnjWx0cI/AAAAAAAAAMg/lKActG5rAj8/s1600-h/P%C3%A4rnu%20%3B%29%20070%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: 0px" title="Pärnu ;) 070" border="0" alt="Pärnu ;) 070" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_BydELafet5E/Ss5lomaJDfI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ap28ejiGfOc/P%C3%A4rnu%20%3B%29%20070_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="177" height="246" /></a>ülakehaga trummar ja üli seksikas Sky+i DJ(krrrmjäääu ;)). Minu lemmik seigaks antud õhtust oli üks dialoog, mis sai alguse sellega, et mingi suvaline tüüp tuli minu juurde ja küsis millegipärast inglise keeles: ,,do you want to dance,” kuid minu kõrvus helises tol hetkel vaid muusika ja küsisin siis vastu, et <em>what?</em> Selle peale ajas kutt oma selja sirgu ja ütles väga kurja tooniga: ,,sa ei ole inglane,” millele peale mina jahmatanult käratasin: ,, t*ra ütlesin, et olen inglane või?” Nagu isegi arvata võite oli see mees paari sekundiga mu silmapiirist väljas. Tegelt ma ei saa siiamaani aru, miks ta arvas, et ma inglane olen. <em>But all good that ends good! ;) <br /> <br /> <br /></em>Head ööd tibulibud, <br />musid-kallid</p> <p align="justify">Kadi ;)  </p> Cookie Monsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05382498182497614320noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-617490290983134402.post-7462906588534383652009-10-03T09:11:00.000-07:002009-10-04T01:54:52.645-07:00Bussiga sõidan ma...<div style="text-align: justify;">Hängisime eile Keiliga ja kui tahtsime tema juurest bussiga kesklinna sõita, saime ebameeldiva üllatuse osalisteks. Nimelt tundus esmapilgul kõik korras olevat, kuid äkki bussi jõud rauges ja bussi taha tõusis suitsupahvakas, kuid peatuda ei saanud, sest olime keset silda. Rahvas hakkas vaikselt märatsema ja nõudma, et bussijuht peatuks ja neid maha laseks, kuid sellele vaatamata otsustas bussijuht liikluseeskirjadest kinni pidada ja buss veniski vaevaliselt lähimasse peatusse. Nii, kui rahvas oli bussist maha astunud, kihutasid kohale lausa neli tuletõrjeautot! Tuld ei paistnud, kuid suitsu oli üsna palju!<br /><br />Bussijaamas läksid meie teed Keiliga lahku - tema seadis sammud kodu poole ja mina istusin juba järgmisse bussi, et Siretile külla sõita. See reis tundus kestvat terve igaviku, kuid umbes 50km enne Pärnut oleks buss ühele autole tagant sisse sõitnud, sest autojuht ei arvanud, et suunatuled mingit tähtsust omaksid. Sellele seigale vaatamata jõudsin ilusti ja tervelt Sireti juurde.<br /><br />Peale Sireti tööpäeva lõppu käisime tegime poes väikesed sisseostud ja kõndisime tipa-tapa tema poole, kus algas juba pikem vestlus teemadel, mida keegi teinud on. Jutud räägitud märkasime, et on aeg hakata ennast peole minekuks valmis seadma ning sel korral viis tee meid Sugarisse, mis oli üllataval kombel protsentuaalselt suurema vaba põrandapinnaga, kui täidetud põrandaga.<br /><br />Pidu oli fun - tantsisime kuni kella neljani ja siis vedasime oma ahtrid voodisse.<br /><br />Hetkeseis on selline, et ootame taaskord õhtut ja tänaseks esimeseks sihtmärgiks on Braavo ja siis taaskord Sugarisse.<br /><br />NB! 89 vene keeles on vosem desjat devjat, 78 on sem desjat vosem, 1/8 on suurem kui 1/16 ja 90-10% on 81 ;)<br /><br /><br />Musid ja kallid,<br />Kadi<br /></div>Cookie Monsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05382498182497614320noreply@blogger.com2