<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924455848782308437</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:08:00.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You see things; and you say, 'Why?' But I dream things that never were; and I say, "Why not?"</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relca.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924455848782308437/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relca.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Reelika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544341846649353179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nyLJPBYWW2Y/R-KMAJNFMLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WmrIOHdXtIQ/S220/relcccc+hall.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924455848782308437.post-1114189729363258177</id><published>2008-04-17T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T08:19:53.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAGÖ..."On pidu lõppenud, aeg on asuda nüüd teele. On silmad rasked hommik saabus üleöö. Teovõime tigudel, mul tegu et saaks käima keele..."...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;DAGÖ "Jää"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nyLJPBYWW2Y/SAdndTTq7eI/AAAAAAAAADU/1C0FHG86QW4/s1600-h/1440CGMM_1004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 178px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nyLJPBYWW2Y/SAdndTTq7eI/AAAAAAAAADU/1C0FHG86QW4/s320/1440CGMM_1004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190230848664432098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;me ju teame süsteeme&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me ju teame ja muud&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uksed kinni kui teeme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;enne viimaks kui puutuvad suud&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lootusetult lootes sinu keelega paitust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;saamatuses saamatult ma vastan kui koer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeletused karjutud ja algabki vaikus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;julgustades teineteist&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;pead lahkuma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jää jah jah jää&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;jää jah jah jää&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;on meie vahel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;jää jah jah jää&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;lõikab vahetevahel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;jää jah jah jää&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;olematud karjäärid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mõeldamatud maneerid me sees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;sul on ilusad sääred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;kõik mu aurahad tuhmuvad ees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;DAGÖ "Hiired tuules"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nyLJPBYWW2Y/SAdoOTTq7fI/AAAAAAAAADc/L-g8EYTybKs/s1600-h/1440CGMM_1006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 179px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nyLJPBYWW2Y/SAdoOTTq7fI/AAAAAAAAADc/L-g8EYTybKs/s320/1440CGMM_1006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190231690478022130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Punased on silmad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Küll on lämbed ilmad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja ma teen tööd,&lt;br /&gt;ma teen tööd,&lt;br /&gt;ma teen tööd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Ei ma ütle iial&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ära, tooge siia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veel juurde tööd,&lt;br /&gt;oi, ma teen tööd,&lt;br /&gt;ma teen tööd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harva saame kokku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;tihti jookseb kokku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma veel teen tööd,&lt;br /&gt;no ma teen tööd,&lt;br /&gt;ma teen tööd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kui jääb puudu aega&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homselt juurde laenan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;ja jälle tööd,&lt;br /&gt;ma teen tööd,&lt;br /&gt;ma teen tööd&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helde aeg, kes annaks heldelt aega&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siis te taevalaega ma kataks end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; kui aurab tee ja muudki veel on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;näib ja näib ja näibki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; jäi&lt;br /&gt;ja jäi ja jäigi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; tühjaks mu tool,&lt;br /&gt;mu lemmik tool, sõprade pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Ikka tunnen puudust&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kui ma aknaruudust&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;näen sooja ööd,&lt;br /&gt;kui ma teen tööd,&lt;br /&gt;ma teen tööd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puuduste puudus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;saamata jään'd suudlus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sest ma teen tööd,&lt;br /&gt;ikka teen tööd,&lt;br /&gt;ma teen tööd&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helde aeg....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helde aeg,&lt;br /&gt;kord on mul heldelt aega&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siis mu taevalaele ootan ma teid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siis joome teed ja laual muudki veel on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;näib ja näib ja näibki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;jäi ja jäi,&lt;br /&gt;taas jäigi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;tühjaks te tool&lt;br /&gt;ja kogu hoov&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;nad teevad tööd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924455848782308437-1114189729363258177?l=relca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relca.blogspot.com/feeds/1114189729363258177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924455848782308437&amp;postID=1114189729363258177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924455848782308437/posts/default/1114189729363258177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924455848782308437/posts/default/1114189729363258177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relca.blogspot.com/2008/04/dagon-pidu-lppenud-aeg-on-asuda-nd.html' title='DAGÖ...&quot;On pidu lõppenud, aeg on asuda nüüd teele. On silmad rasked hommik saabus üleöö. Teovõime tigudel, mul tegu et saaks käima keele...&quot;...'/><author><name>Reelika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544341846649353179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nyLJPBYWW2Y/R-KMAJNFMLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WmrIOHdXtIQ/S220/relcccc+hall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nyLJPBYWW2Y/SAdndTTq7eI/AAAAAAAAADU/1C0FHG86QW4/s72-c/1440CGMM_1004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924455848782308437.post-2322368994016492952</id><published>2008-04-16T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T08:26:06.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...peataolek päiksetõusu ajal bussipeatuses, pääsemiseks ainus viis on hommikul kell viis, mida jutt on sogasem, seda seltsis segasem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAGÖ "Üks hetk päevast jäi puudu"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nyLJPBYWW2Y/SAdqQDTq7hI/AAAAAAAAADs/Vog_UVU8GZY/s1600-h/1440CGMM_1001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 173px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nyLJPBYWW2Y/SAdqQDTq7hI/AAAAAAAAADs/Vog_UVU8GZY/s320/1440CGMM_1001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190233919566048786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;üks hetk päevast jäi puudu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;võib-olla esimene hommikutund&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;üks hetk mille pärast tundub, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et magamisest nägin vaid und, nägin vaid und&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;imelik, et päevatöö võib kesta terve öö&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imelik, et pole und, kui loidab koidutund&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imelik, et magada kui tahadki ei saa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unetu nii üksi on, ei saa aidata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;üks hetk päevast jäi puudu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;võib-olla esimene hommikutund&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;üks hetk mille pärast tundub,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; et magamisest nägin vaid und, nägin vaid und&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;kaksteist kurja hoovikõutsi on siiski liig, mis liig&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagu seitse halba viiuldajat prooviks võtta SI-d&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kui kuidagi saaks öö ja päeva jaotada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ei saa und ja armastust ära kaotada &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;üks hetk päevast jäi puudu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; võib-olla esimene hommikutund&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;üks hetk mille pärast tundub, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et magamisest nägin vaid und, nägin vaid und&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;lõpuks valgus tunnelis, ideed on paberil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; summutavad hääled peas nüüd helid klaveril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; lõpeb öö on valmis töö ja püha tõdemus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; töötamine öösiti on vilets vabadus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924455848782308437-2322368994016492952?l=relca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relca.blogspot.com/feeds/2322368994016492952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924455848782308437&amp;postID=2322368994016492952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924455848782308437/posts/default/2322368994016492952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924455848782308437/posts/default/2322368994016492952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relca.blogspot.com/2008/04/dag-hiired-tuules-punased-on-silmad-kll.html' title='...peataolek päiksetõusu ajal bussipeatuses, pääsemiseks ainus viis on hommikul kell viis, mida jutt on sogasem, seda seltsis segasem...'/><author><name>Reelika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544341846649353179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nyLJPBYWW2Y/R-KMAJNFMLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WmrIOHdXtIQ/S220/relcccc+hall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nyLJPBYWW2Y/SAdqQDTq7hI/AAAAAAAAADs/Vog_UVU8GZY/s72-c/1440CGMM_1001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924455848782308437.post-6655700051892406194</id><published>2008-03-21T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T16:34:33.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giddyup... Yada Yada Yada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nyLJPBYWW2Y/R-RFyZNFMQI/AAAAAAAAACc/9Nvm_CUlUTY/s1600-h/seinfeld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nyLJPBYWW2Y/R-RFyZNFMQI/AAAAAAAAACc/9Nvm_CUlUTY/s200/seinfeld.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180342203444441346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Movies and TV shows are something that I personally (usually with J)... enjoy... From now on I will talk about some I really enjoy... I'd like to start this whole big discussion with Seinfeld. Well... who hasn't seen it, SHOULD see it 100% as it is funny and witty. Jerry Seinfeld himself is an outstanding comic... The things he says are absolutely great and it is not meant in this topic but Lee Evans is also mentionable. For now these two comics to me are the best (as I have seen besides them Chris Rock and honestly...didn't enjoy his act - no offense). But back to Seinfeld... Gosh! Elaine, Kramer (he is the one who adds extra fun to this show - no doubt!), George and Jerry... and Newman :)! I could watch it over and over and every time I laugh :D! It's actually funny because everything said there makes sense... Some quotes are actually funny when you have seen this show but still... witty witty witty... that's all I can say :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;George Costanza: Do you ever get down on your knees and thank God you know me and have access to my dementia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;George is actually sad person and a bit depressing but I guess this is what makes him so goddamn funny :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry: I'm not gay. Not that there's anything wrong with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Elaine: I'm not a lesbian. I hate men, but I'm not a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's like... people do tend to think that homosexual's are really being making fun of or ridiculed and really "not that there's anything wrong with that" - isn't it?! But Elaine on the other hand is purely funny... and the thing she said is so so true :)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry: You see, Elaine, the key to eating a black and white cookie is that you wanna get some black and some white in each bite. Nothing mixes better than vanilla and chocolate. And yet still somehow racial harmony eludes us. If people would only look to the cookie, all our problems would be solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I find it genial - it is so true again :)... And I think Jerry is so right at this one :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George: I have a bad feeling that whenever a lesbian looks at me they think "That's why I'm not a heterosexual."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well... and again...typical George :)... depressing and sad :)... in a truly funny way :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;George: Jerry, what gives you pleasure?  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry: Listening to you. I come in here, I listen to you, I feel better. Your misery is my pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George: Divorce is always hard. Especially on the kids. 'Course I am the result of my parents having stayed together so ya never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No comments on this one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry: Surveys show that the #1 fear of Americans is public speaking. #2 is death. Death is #2. That means that at a funeral, the average American would rather be in the casket than doing the eulogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George: You have the rooster, the hen, and the chicken. The rooster goes with the chicken... So who's having sex with the hen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;George: Oh, see? that's why I don't have cable in my house. Because of that naked station. If I had that in my house, I would never turn it off. I wouldn't sleep, I wouldn't eat. Eventually, firemen would have to break through the door, they'd find me sitting there in my pajamas with drool coming down my face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;They have taken many issues to the show from NY itself... Unfortunately I haven't been there YET ;) and I think it is just genial - really...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924455848782308437-6655700051892406194?l=relca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relca.blogspot.com/feeds/6655700051892406194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924455848782308437&amp;postID=6655700051892406194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924455848782308437/posts/default/6655700051892406194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924455848782308437/posts/default/6655700051892406194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relca.blogspot.com/2008/03/giddyup-yada-yada-yada.html' title='Giddyup... Yada Yada Yada'/><author><name>Reelika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544341846649353179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nyLJPBYWW2Y/R-KMAJNFMLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WmrIOHdXtIQ/S220/relcccc+hall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nyLJPBYWW2Y/R-RFyZNFMQI/AAAAAAAAACc/9Nvm_CUlUTY/s72-c/seinfeld.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924455848782308437.post-3098290934182338896</id><published>2008-03-20T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T12:09:47.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nyLJPBYWW2Y/R-K2c5NFMOI/AAAAAAAAACM/YF-1d7Jcdos/s1600-h/alcohols.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nyLJPBYWW2Y/R-K2c5NFMOI/AAAAAAAAACM/YF-1d7Jcdos/s320/alcohols.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179903128937771234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="sqq"&gt;I envy people who drink - at least they know what to blame everything on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Drinking is either bad or good... Which one then? I enjoy having fun and being with my friends... although... usually it involves drinking - as if it is not possible to hang out with each other without alcohol. But actually it is funny that most people drink and whilst doing it they start talking - A LOT! And also - about everything. Sometimes I wonder if what people promise/say whilst being drunk and later on remember it and act accordingly to their promises, would that make world a better place after all? My J... He is the kind of person who you talk to whilst being drunk and get to know ALL the things he would not say whilst being sober - well, I believe these things because they make sense... I as "Why you act like that?" and he says "Well because this and that and this and that!" and I'll be all like "Well THAT'S why!" and be all surprised... The above sentence about drinking and doing later on all you promised during drinking... This sentence is from Hemingway and a wise one I must add. Really... If one would even try to do that - is it even possible... Being drunk is usually relaxing and I personally feel... free and most of the time OH SO GREAT (whilst having WAY TOO much to drink... melancholic and sick is what I start to feel :S - mostly, but not all of the time - luckily)! The next morning is of course doubtful :) but I don't usually give stupid promises or speak of things I would NEVER even consider... But I've seen people talking like that at it is just hilarious... Arguments amongst couples is of course an usual thing - usually terrible thing to happen at the party... It's like... WHY????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Electricity is actually made up of extremely tiny particles called electrons, that you cannot see with naked eye unless you have been drinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then again... why not, eh? This above sentence show very nicely the results of drinking - you get wiser and you see more than you did before - your sight becomes "clearer"... Arguments show that indeed, people are alive and that there is something actually bothering them (something about the other half) - unless the other half of the couple is just trying to start an argument in spite of something (let's say... not liking the other half drinking.... well... duh!). When my last blog was all "whiny-yucky" women's stuff then now it's almost more like men-stuff. I do not get angry or upset at J for drinking - it is what most men do and arguing is more like throwing oil into the fire. A few beers after a hard week is NOTHING... and I usually drink with him - although I prefer not to drink till' I drop :)... I've seen girls getting all loosened-up and stuff like that - not good, not good at all and in a way it is sad. I remember always EVERYTHING that happened the night before, even being SO SO drunk - it's funny because most people I know are blank from the point they started to get really drunk and in a way I feel superior... like... WOW, I remember as if it happened 5 minutes ago and then the best part... talking about what then happened and seeing their faces just makes me laugh :)... Thanks to my super-memory I have won a lot of bets because when people think I won't remember I do and too perfectly :)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="sqq"&gt;Drinking beer doesn't make you fat, it makes you lean... Against bars, tables, chairs, and poles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924455848782308437-3098290934182338896?l=relca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relca.blogspot.com/feeds/3098290934182338896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924455848782308437&amp;postID=3098290934182338896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924455848782308437/posts/default/3098290934182338896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924455848782308437/posts/default/3098290934182338896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relca.blogspot.com/2008/03/always-do-sober-what-you-said-youd-do.html' title='Always do sober what you said you&apos;d do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.'/><author><name>Reelika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544341846649353179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nyLJPBYWW2Y/R-KMAJNFMLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WmrIOHdXtIQ/S220/relcccc+hall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nyLJPBYWW2Y/R-K2c5NFMOI/AAAAAAAAACM/YF-1d7Jcdos/s72-c/alcohols.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4924455848782308437.post-7611181917067324695</id><published>2008-03-20T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T12:06:41.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nyLJPBYWW2Y/R-K1s5NFMNI/AAAAAAAAACE/vBecdvRYHrs/s1600-h/mid_rose_drop+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nyLJPBYWW2Y/R-K1s5NFMNI/AAAAAAAAACE/vBecdvRYHrs/s200/mid_rose_drop+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179902304304050386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It is really hard to understand some things that happen around us and with us... For example - take relationships. Lies and misunderstandings are the ones that make relationships extra hard for us - to cope or just to be around and make a "nice" face while being so sad and crushed you just want to die. Really, it happens and what if it happens not just once in two months period but constantly - let's say for one month straight?! Right now I'm talking from woman's point of view as I really do not have any idea what men are thinking - no offense if some was taken! Anyway... you meet a guy you fall in love and things could not be any better until after some time... BANG! things fall apart - yet so quietly you at first don't even notice. Well... you love someone and you just want things to be great great great and never change - but change is inevitable, which is why one just needs to show some direction towards what a change is wanted to be taken...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Any fool can tell the truth, but it requires a man of some sense to know how to lie well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Keeping secrets from one another requires great wisdom. Because secrets actually do come out and do hurt either way the other person. Breaking up is easy, but to patch things up takes some real time and real courage. But why are secrets occurring? Why one can't lie THAT good that secrets won't come out - because then things would be immaculate and perfect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wouldn't they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not upset that you lied to me, I'm upset that from now on I can't believe you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is a quote that goes perfectly with my point I'm trying to get to - I personally am not that crushed of the lying but the fact that you do get more suspicious than you were before. Lying does not go without consequences - although we all have our dirty little secrets that no-one really knows. we have those little lies we think no-one should know - not even our closest ones. But isn't it so that when keep in secret talking to someone - having secretive phone calls (however your girlfriend did know that you were lying about who you were talking), secretive messaging... WTF?! - seeing that the one you're with is not a brain dead moron you ought to act accordingly. Well... phone calls for phone calls and messaging to messaging BUT when you are fronted by the fact that you lied and you were noticed you do not turn it against the one who actually realized it but you try to make things better! Isn't it logical? So that leaves me with a question... Is it normal or is it ridiculous - trying to ignore the fact that you did something wrong by showing in some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to the other person that the she was wrong to find out that you were keeping secrets? Does it show some conscience or does it show how "small" the lier is to actually try not to answer for the deeds been done by not telling the whole truth by insulting the other person by saying that the other one is a moron and should apologize for confronting him and letting him know about finding out what was going on!?&lt;br /&gt;All in all - we are the ones who need to make some changes if we want to and we, personally, are the ones who actually change together with time - whether we bring new things into our change with us and leave the past behind is up to any one of us individually...&lt;br /&gt;But really - if you NEED to have secrets and YOU DESPERATELY want them to stay that way - be a bit more wiser and artistic (wisdom to know when and where to interact and deal with your secret and art to know how to patch some visibility in your path where some parts of your secrets have come out). Actually writing about it did make me feel a bit better... getting it all out of the system... did purify the situation in a sense... BUT when things after all the "stupidity" turn to a more positive way - it does make me feel better and it does make me feel as if things are again fine... however - a bit of a doubt still lies within, but this is a bridge to be crossed in time... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/2726.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When you make a mistake, don't look back at it long. Take the reason of the thing into your mind and then look forward. Mistakes are lessons of wisdom. The past cannot be changed. The future is yet in your power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="sqq"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4924455848782308437-7611181917067324695?l=relca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://relca.blogspot.com/feeds/7611181917067324695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4924455848782308437&amp;postID=7611181917067324695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924455848782308437/posts/default/7611181917067324695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4924455848782308437/posts/default/7611181917067324695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://relca.blogspot.com/2008/03/they-always-say-time-changes-things-but.html' title='They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.'/><author><name>Reelika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03544341846649353179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nyLJPBYWW2Y/R-KMAJNFMLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WmrIOHdXtIQ/S220/relcccc+hall.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nyLJPBYWW2Y/R-K1s5NFMNI/AAAAAAAAACE/vBecdvRYHrs/s72-c/mid_rose_drop+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
