Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Friday, November 26, 2010



Bababababall o_O

Laurake teeb kino meil :')

Aktiivne kodanik jääb positiivseks ka kõige vihmasemal päeval.
Tundub, et meie Mikuga oleme oma klassi aktiivseimad kodanikud.
Olen õige pisut pettunud teistes.
Aga siiski suudame kenasti hakkama saada.. ja julgegu pärast keegi midagi öelda meie tagasihoidliku plakati kohta -.-

Monday, November 22, 2010

Vene keeleke 4, oioi kui rahul.
''Nullpunkt'' läbi, oioi, päris hää oli.
Kirjandusraaliga algust tehtud, oioi, kuidas ma nüüd valetan.
Palju-palju plaane veel ees.
Homse ootuses.

Mu Puhhi pusake on mõnnamõnna.


*meeledetuletus mulle : neljapäeval rahvatantsu seminar?! kell viis reinikus !!!!!!!!!!
SADA

Sunday, November 21, 2010

öäöäöäöä
аслдкмслжнглждбглкд
miks see vene keel nii keeruline peab olema :S

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Mille kuradi pärast te ei pane mu kursusehindeid välja? Ma lähen hulluks ju niiviisi :S
Igavus tapab.
Uni ka.
Ometi oleks nii palju teha .. või võiks magama minna.

You can stand under my umbrella, you can stand, you can stand, you can stand
.

Hirmsad mõtted on mind terve päeva piinanud.
Ja kõige tipuks leidsin sekkarist saadud koti taskust ühe vanatädi fotod ..
pesus ligunesid need peaaegu lahti ning nüüd kummitab tädi rõõmus naeratus mind.


Aga ma ei saa mainimata jätta, et ostsin endale maaailma kõige armsama hiiiiiigelsuuure punase pusa, millel on maaailma kõige armsam karupoeg Puhhi pilt peal !


Friday, November 19, 2010

Lakkamatud pisarad nii kurbusest kui rõõmust.


Aitäh,Babbits!
Palju-palju õnne, Kiltsi! :)

Tuesday, November 16, 2010




''Aga Sa murrad ju nii mu südame.''
''Ma võin Sulle liimi anda.''

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Erik ütles Eerole : ''Jah,musi'' ... ta ütleb seda kõigile .. jeah
Georg on loll :)
RODOL
See postitus on täiesti sisutu. Nagu kõik, mis ühikas kirjutatud on.
Uni on.
Aga ikkagi .. kui keegi ütleb sulle, et ta valetab alati, kas ta siis valetab või räägib tõtt?!



Verner kjukub aknast vällja aluspjesu väel!
Marko kjukub aknast vällja aluspjesu väel!

No see on nii tõsi ju ... valus kukkumine :S

Monday, November 8, 2010

Sain Pascali töö 4=
Mikk ütles just, et mul on kõva peakolu -.-
Tänks, sõps!
MARILI ON KA MU SÕPS!

Wow, mul on kaks sõpra :D
MIKK ON MU SÕPS!!!!!!!
MIKUUUUUUU, PALUN ANDESTA MULLE !!!! :'( :'( :'(
Kui keegi ütleb Sulle, et ta valetab alati , kas ta siis valetab või räägib tõtt? :D:D
Ma pole eluseees nii masendunud ja solvunud olnud :S:S:S:S:S::S:S:S:S:S
Sa riivad mu tundeid !!!!! :S:S:S:S:S:S:S;:;S
TALK TO MY HAND !!!!!!!! :@TSAU

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Diip.


Here's a puzzle for you: What do you see in this grid above? What do you think it represents?

Okay, it's not a difficult puzzle. The answer is "one year." The columns represent days and the rows are the twelve months of the year, so each day of the year occupies one square.

"Okay," you ask, "so what's the big deal?"

When I look at this grid I get a chill because I'm used to thinking about one year as a long time. Chances are, you do too. But when a year is represented like this, and you can see every day of the year at a glance, suddenly a year doesn't seem so long anymore.

This grid is the layout of a typical table blotter calendar that you can find in any office supply store. It's quite an ordinary, everyday thing. Why should it be any different from a regular yearly calendar that shows the same thing month by month? I'm not sure. Perhaps it is because we've also been conditioned to think of a month as a long time. Perhaps the irregular number of days in a month and the space between months all contribute to that illusion.

In any event, confronting the grid and contemplating its meaning is a sobering experience for me. You cross out a square with each day passes, and no power in Heaven or Earth can bring that day back for you. Once it's gone, it's gone forever. And when another year has passed, all the squares will be crossed out, irrevocably lost. You move on to another grid.

How many more grids do you have? For me, perhaps forty more, if I am lucky. And what is the number forty? It can be expressed as a five-by-eight matrix. The number of table blotters I have left fill the matrix, representing my life. With the passing of each year, one square from this tiny matrix disappears, never to exist again.

If I am lucky. If not, then my matrix - yours too - contains considerably less squares. For all I know I may have just a few more table blotters remaining. The same is true for you.

When you see it this way, you come to the inescapable conclusion that, indeed, life is too short. We hear this platitude so frequently, it has all but lost its power. But now, seen from a fresh angle, the message regains its dark potency. We, all of us, really don't have that much time in this plane of existence. If life is a lesson, it's a crash course.


Ja tegelikult on kogu selle asja mõte : Seize the Day

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

heihopstiheihopsti,Mikk, Sa oled pöialpoiss !!!!! :@

MA VIHKAN PASCALIT JA ARVUTI PRAX'I ÜLE KÕIGE !!!!!!!!!!! :@:@:@

:@:@:@

MIKK, SA OLED LAHE !!!!!!