<?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-14333388</id><updated>2012-02-06T10:56:45.302+01:00</updated><category term='work'/><title type='text'>Welcome to Takuland</title><subtitle type='html'>Takuland is much much more crazier then Alice's wonderland, so be aware wat u get urselves into. Don't come later and say I didn't warn u.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-6563426328157038729</id><published>2008-01-30T21:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T22:10:26.271+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramiro</title><content type='html'>So now I have left Huambo and am in Ramiro, 40 km from Luanda, in ADPPs headquarters in Angola. I thought leaving Huambo would be good for me. To get away, to relax. In a sense it is but here people aswell are in Obito (mourning) So although it is good to see my team mates it is in no way get away. And I am almost thinking it would have been better to stay in Huambo for couple more days.&lt;br /&gt;Still now it is hard to believe that Tina is really gone. My time here is running out fast. Already flying home on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to crazy over priced art market and to the beach. it was good to see an ocean and just forget for a moment all the troubles in the world. And sort of forgive Angola its cruelty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-6563426328157038729?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/6563426328157038729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=6563426328157038729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/6563426328157038729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/6563426328157038729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2008/01/ramiro.html' title='Ramiro'/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-4470517738641309093</id><published>2008-01-27T10:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T10:13:55.784+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Life here can hit you hard</title><content type='html'>Oi Angola, minha querida, you can be cruel, too many people die here, too close :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The director and project leader of EPF Huambo Tina Grant died yesterday in a car accident around 17 hours. She was on her way to Luanda for a BG meeting driving with teachers of EPF. There was some oil on the road and the car slilpped. She went out of the car to stop the traffic so that nobody would hit their car. A bus came with too high speed and couldnt stop and hit Tina. She died in the scene of the accident.&lt;br /&gt;We are all very devastated. She was the most wonderful project leader and director to have, always very supportive always helping others. I have no words. The loss is great for us for ADPP for TG I am sure and for everyone who knew her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What now then? I am currently the only teacher here in Huambo. We dont know yet when the others are able to return. It is free weekend so most of the students are at home. I have been in contact with the local leaders of ADPP and the director of Bie. At the moment the instructions are to keep everything calm. We ( me +2 DIs from Childrens town and Agriculture and one worker Luis who worked very close to Tina) have talked to the remaining students here and explained the situation. For now we are waiting for further instructions from Luanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace dear Directora. We miss you a lot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-4470517738641309093?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/4470517738641309093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=4470517738641309093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/4470517738641309093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/4470517738641309093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2008/01/life-here-can-hit-you-hard.html' title='Life here can hit you hard'/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-7445604010516661003</id><published>2008-01-08T12:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T22:16:37.147+01:00</updated><title type='text'>5 months in Angola</title><content type='html'>I cant believe I have been here 5 months and what a crazy time it has been. Sometimes I hated it then loved it and both simultaneosly. Angola is beautiful but rough. Huambo is like an oasis on the central platou. Thats where I leave, 8 km out of the city past Alemanha (trans:Germany) market behind the trees in EPF (Escola de Professores do Futuro). The village is called Quissala. It takes a good 4x4 car to get there or a Jazi (local taxi). The road is like mountain climbing from one whole to the next. its sandy and dusty and during the rain collection of various sized deep puddles. From the school gate there is beautiful view on the rock of quissala in sunsets and rises and even on a rainy day :)&lt;br /&gt;I live in half of a very small house - one room, onetoilet/bucketshower room, one whole in the wall ( chineses are reconstructing the whole school)&lt;br /&gt;It is suppose to be raining coz of the rainy season but its not. Instead I get to enjoy hot dusty days and cold starry nights. I have 3 weeks left here. The feeling is bitter happy. Sad to leave this wild country and happy to see my family again after half a year. I will write more. But now I really must catch a jazy home :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-7445604010516661003?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/7445604010516661003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=7445604010516661003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/7445604010516661003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/7445604010516661003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2008/01/5-months-in-angola.html' title='5 months in Angola'/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-6454097120274776538</id><published>2007-07-08T22:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T23:08:06.979+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So finally July, teaching practice is over. Actually weirdly enough I was even a bit sad to leave. I can honestly say I grew to Bustrup and it was indeed a fine place to pass the teaching practice. A lot happened during the 7 months I was there, too much to account for here. So I wont really bother to go into the details but keep them selfishly to myself. I am good at being selfish - shellfish:)&lt;br /&gt;I am at home now -my last holiday before Africa. Its really great to be away from Denmark, DNS and all that stuff, that stress of exams and responsibility. I have been granted a freedom to be irresponsible and for 2 weeks do what ever I god damn please and I am not taking much to do. I am happily enyoing laZ life of sleeping, walking, meeting some friends then and again, having beer, eating, sleeping when I please and not when its lunch time :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could die for a fag right now. U see as my parents house is also my humble abode at the moment, since I am visiting home, and they dont know that I smoke, I can't really do it when they are around. And to be honest I am also out of fags, so I gotta knick some of my stepdads, after they go to sleep and buy some in twn tomorrow :)&lt;br /&gt;well thats shortly it for now....&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-6454097120274776538?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/6454097120274776538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=6454097120274776538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/6454097120274776538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/6454097120274776538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-finally-july-teaching-practice-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-1624220990140874564</id><published>2007-04-30T14:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T14:25:59.339+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>2 months</title><content type='html'>Sitting in the classroom. Only one student is here, all the others are outside somewhere or smoking. I cant help but feel relieved to have a sort of quiet afternoon :)&lt;br /&gt;In 2 months I am finished with this teaching practise thing and to be honest I have no lust for more.&lt;br /&gt;Am sick and tired of danish language and welcome the thought of being stuck with learning another one - portuguese !&lt;br /&gt;Studyweekend was nice. Thats a good thing me saying that coz I havent really enoyed the previous ones much. Seeing some first year students confused with too much free time in hand I was rather amuzed and advised them to enjoy it while they can. I am dreaming of my own next study period where my only responsibility is to study and clean now and again....next year&lt;br /&gt;The next project is Angolan work visa which is quite a pain in the arse to get !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pondering upon what sort of holiday could I possibly arrange for myself in the next month ( financial situation is not very supportive). I just wanna go somewhere, sleep, relax without any duties to think about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-1624220990140874564?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/1624220990140874564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=1624220990140874564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/1624220990140874564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/1624220990140874564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2007/04/2-months.html' title='2 months'/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-8459972987920383627</id><published>2007-04-10T14:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T14:46:14.965+02:00</updated><title type='text'>April ?!?!?!???!?!?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>Last time I wrote it was January, never ending January and now its already like 10th of April. I dont seem to remember much in between. Sometimes time just dissapears and reappears again. Its my first day back to work after Easter. I went back to my school to write exam paper..it was a weird week though, nothing really happend but evewrything and everybody seemed out of place somehow.&lt;br /&gt;This morning I spend babysitting the boys in the carehome coz they didnt want to come to school. Nice first day :) My back hurts :(&lt;br /&gt;I try to look positively ahead, waiting for July, when all this is over ( kids screaming in the background). No more teaching practice and some other wonderful people have the pleasure of taking over :)&lt;br /&gt;I will just swet through my exams, go home in between and head to Angola in august, which reminds me I really ought to start with portuguese fast!!! or I will be in serious trouble when I finally get there.&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmm just the thought of leaving Denmark makes me smile , no offence Danes, but sometimes I get utterly fed up here!!!&lt;br /&gt;School day is almost over so I better go and trot around, check what the students are up to.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I almost forgot: the horses are sent back to their owner but now the care home is thinking of having hens instead...fair trade ???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-8459972987920383627?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/8459972987920383627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=8459972987920383627' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/8459972987920383627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/8459972987920383627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2007/04/april.html' title='April ?!?!?!???!?!?!?!?!'/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-677845554676832534</id><published>2007-01-19T12:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T12:58:43.872+01:00</updated><title type='text'>whats new dogggggg?!?</title><content type='html'>So whats new, I mean really whats new. It has been a while, a long while since Ive written anything. Well I was busy with changing my positions in teaching practice. As if now I am working in Bustrup (since November actually). In the day time I'm a co teacher in a girls class and my mornings and evenings are spent in a care home for students who go to this school, just 5 min walk from here. The place is so much seriously better then the previous places I worked. Although I still probably never become a teacher, its definitely a better environment to pass by my teaching practice.&lt;br /&gt;Ive been home for nearly 2 weeks at Christmas. It was fab, I could be plain laZ all day long, no questions asked. Im working like 7-8 days a week, saving all the free days so could have holiday later on. I must say it is exhausting to be around the kids 7 days a week without much brake. But somehow I hope the time will pass by quicker this way and before I know it'll be all over :) Then in the summer its only exams and then on the road again...Africa, Estonia...who knows :P Well in any case away from go' ol' Denmark for half a year.&lt;br /&gt;I still don't av too many ideas what to do in the class. Sometimes I help students individually but other than that, not too much.&lt;br /&gt;I avent hd any teacher meetings here since I started so I don't really av a clue what they think of me but am sure it is not wowaweeewa. But since nobody has also not put any major complaints on me I carry on just as Ive been so far.&lt;br /&gt;I also av the task to take care of the horses in the care home in the afternoons. No problems there. Its quite simple and just the question of doing it so the horses are fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I bored????? well yeah sometimes, everyday is more or less the same unless some student freaks out.  Sometimes it really seems as if time is standing still here. I have the feeling that it should be already at least march but its only mid January and June seems oh so god damn far away. Anyway thats it for now. toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-677845554676832534?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/677845554676832534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=677845554676832534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/677845554676832534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/677845554676832534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2007/01/whats-new-dogggggg_19.html' title='whats new dogggggg?!?'/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-5970309836916146197</id><published>2006-10-06T14:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T14:21:46.677+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another study weekend.Its a miracle I am here in the first place and not long gone from Tvind, Dns and all that. I have quit my job in Casablanca nad although it sound easy, it took more then 2 weeks of meetings and many many mental breakdowns for me. I just couldnt anymore...Too much was too much. Well Yesterday apparently was my last day of working there. I spent it painting fence boards for something like 6 hours. Then I did nothing for a while and finally helped with dinner cleanup before leaving. I didnt say anything so I dont even know if the boys know Im not working there anymore. Well it seems like Im the only one trying not to make a big deal of my leaving that job. I dont feel the need to do that. I mean I think 3 weeks is long enough period for quitting a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Am I glad to get out finally??? oh yes sure. but now theres a question now what????? which will be discussed in the study weekend. I feel like Harry Potter in the 5th book. Everybody staring and talking about you and everytime new people are added I have to explain everything again, defend myself, agree I failed the job...blah blah blah BLAH!!!!!! And teachers convinced I did nothing there since august... I mean thats like a hit in the gut...I mean seruiously common!!! anyway enough of that crap before I get more upset...bloody circus I say !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-5970309836916146197?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/5970309836916146197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=5970309836916146197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/5970309836916146197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/5970309836916146197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2006/10/another-study-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-115753716867528142</id><published>2006-09-06T12:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T12:12:10.096+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It was early morning when pink elehfants first opened her eyes. The sun was already showing its first signs of waking up too. Pink elehfants stretched and got herself up rather slowly. As she stepped outside she shivered for a moment in the brisk morning air. She lifted her tront and greeted the sun and the rest of the world by a loud tutututututututuuuuuluuuuu. It was Wednesday morning which meant morning run 3 times around the 10 tree hall. She put on her sneakers and started with a slow jog towards the 10 tree hall. Right about half round she decided to call herself Matilde for a day. Her running stopped to halt by a sudden peculiar noise. She looked around not seeing anybody. Suddenly a long, very long hairy nose popped out of the near by bush, then long stripy ears and too large blue green eyes. A wide smile crossed Matildes face, it was her old friend, a kuthimuthi called Bernard. Kuthimuthis where rather strange creatures. Generally shaped like a big dog with stripy years and white round spots covering their entire body. They are easy to recognize by their really long nose which is used for finding berries under the bushes. They are for some reason extremely fond of orange juice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Matilde hadn't seen Bernard since last winter and had missed him a lot. They grew up together you see, playing sunhopping and magicpotions all day long. Matilde was also relieved to skip the Wednesday morning run and instead sit down next to Bernard to find out what he has been up to.....to be continued........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-115753716867528142?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/115753716867528142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=115753716867528142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/115753716867528142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/115753716867528142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-was-early-morning-when-pink.html' title=''/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-115745092407595850</id><published>2006-09-05T11:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T12:08:44.110+02:00</updated><title type='text'>well hello hellooo hellloooo ( with a hollow voice)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/652/1294/1600/scream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/652/1294/200/scream.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found my passweord....gosh brain has been damaged in some multiple ways so that I managed to forget my login details. I gotta admit it has been some quest to find those out. so then Ive been up to as much as writing my first exam this summer in this school. twas about School and Society and I only got 8 as my grade. I must say I was mighty dissapointet..I was writing and rewriting this thing for 4 days and I was pretty proud when I finished...but oh well I guess next time I choose some booring and theoretical topic. This time I chose one called School in the Third world.&lt;br /&gt;After that its been work, home, work , home. I worked in a summercamp in Hellebæk this summer with a wonderful co-teacher Safra with whom we shared 11 wonderful, absolutley craZ girls, who managed to keep us runing from 7-8 (sometimes 5) in the morning till 11-12 at night...in short it was a love hate relationship job..we loved the kids and hated their behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;I also managed to do some building..some destruction and some painting...nothing impressing but well I guess the money has to come from somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Now I have barely started my school/teaching practise in a care home called Casa Blanca. Unfortunately its situate in cold Denmark.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm well what is my job...on my way to figure out...cleaning..hmmm..sometimes cooking...some talking...wondering wat the hell am I doing here ???&lt;br /&gt;then some days in day school in Tvind...so far asking the same question but then organizing some practical activities on tuesdays and some evening activities and some sleeping at night (the last one is for me)&lt;br /&gt;And ofcourse DANISH...Im learning it slower then I ever thought I would, somehow Ive lost the motivation and will...&lt;br /&gt;Just been in homeland for a week, besides busy running around it was fab to get a way. to be in my rightful environment again and lay on the couch when feel like laying on the couch or meet friends when feel like meeting friends..well u get the point.&lt;br /&gt;Im really hungry again..its 1 hour till lunch...my luggage should arrive today with all the wonderful sweets. the airlines left it in CPH...yesterday my KARMA slapped me in my face for all the not nice thoughs and stuff Ive been doing...hmm being evil basically. first the plane to CPH was late and then we had to run and run to make it to the next flight to Billund, th luggage obviously didnt run as fast. then in Billnd I got the nice surprrriiise. The bus to Vejle was more expensive then expected meaning when I was about to buy a train ticket to Holstebro I was 3 kroner short resulting me letting go of my pride and asking  kroner from a perfect stranger........hmmmmm....urrrrrrrrrr I almost missed my stop...well I made it anyway..late midnite to Casa Blanca and this morning to Dayschool...&lt;br /&gt;so shortly thats it and no Pink elehfants today :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-115745092407595850?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/115745092407595850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=115745092407595850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/115745092407595850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/115745092407595850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2006/09/well-hello-hellooo-hellloooo-with.html' title='well hello hellooo hellloooo ( with a hollow voice)'/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-114223339902616102</id><published>2006-03-13T07:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T08:03:19.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Its getting cold in here</title><content type='html'>So now Im back from China already 5 days or so. We had lots of fun in Yuxi. Afterwords we spent some time in the vilages and teaching in 2 middleschools English and about HIV/Aids. Time went very fast whilst having fun so soon we had to move on. My group decided to go to investigate about 3 gorges water dam ( a.k.a 3 days on a river boat with few constantly drinking tourists) On the last day when we reached the dam it was actually quite cool experience, I mean the thing is really huge. The rest of the 3 days we mostly played UNO :)&lt;br /&gt; We stopped in Wuhan for few days and met up with the group. For me this one was the worst place of entire travel. Maybe twas the crappy weather, weird hotel or just the really grey town with booring buildings or maybe it was tiredness from the long travel. but that was really most unpleasant place for me.&lt;br /&gt;I was glad to move on to Shanghai were we spent some fab time investigating about Chinas future and visited TG sofa factory and lived in a beautiful apartment of one of the TGs. I also accidentally amazingly met my ex DI teacher from CICD ( Mary Bokosi fra Malawi). It was really great to talk to her again and make some pics aswell :)&lt;br /&gt;Besides the sofa factory we got a chance to discuss in an English corner with some UNI students. It was really quite unexpected what kind of views they have on China but twas great really. They gave me Chinese name ( Pan Na).&lt;br /&gt;So after Shanghai I looked forward going to Beijing to finish up this 4 month of snooping around in other countries.&lt;br /&gt;Well Beijing was cold....really cold! As soon as we arrived we entered 4days of common meetings from morning till late evening. That was a bit much. People started getting sick again...this time it seemed it was mostly becouse of cold. We discussed teaching practise next year and at first I was so exited to finally have it but after it seemed Im even more confused where and what Id like to do next year :(&lt;br /&gt;well Im suppose to think it over while being on homeleave now and here....&lt;br /&gt;To finalise the travel we visited te Forbidden city and the Great Wall. I loved that I had the chance to stroll around the Forbidden City on my own..twas the best that way ( I recomend). I absolutely did not expect the walk on the wall to be so hard. I thought that u know its kinda like a strit onwalk where u walk like in the park. Nobody mentioned climbing up hills to get there and then that the wall is built going alongside mountains and walking on it is like walking in the mountains up and down....well I didnt too much effort to find it out myself but anyways... well besides that it was lot of fun anyhow and we made lots of funny pics which I'll put up in the ned as soon as I get my hands on em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well after Beijing it was time to fly home....Twas waaaaay to long haul and I was completely sick and exhausted by the time I reached home. So now Im here in Tartu with a scarf arounf my neck, runny nose and a sore throat :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-114223339902616102?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/114223339902616102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=114223339902616102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/114223339902616102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/114223339902616102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-getting-cold-in-here.html' title='Its getting cold in here'/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-113930979439043797</id><published>2006-02-07T11:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T07:38:01.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ting ting ting ching, ni hao</title><content type='html'>I have left Estonia once again and have finally arrived in China. Been here for few days. Travelling here to Yuxi seemed to take forever but I made it all by myself...mm feel so proud although finding an english speaking person is like gold here :)&lt;br /&gt;I havent seen much but Yuxi yet so I cant make much of an oppinion quite yet. At the mo we are in YID and stay here for 2 weeks or so. So far Iav managed to settle somehow and sing karaoke in a fancy karaoke place in Yuxi.....:)&lt;br /&gt;We have made new groups and at this time and day my group consists of 2 germans ( susanne and mathias),  1 french ( jerome), 1 lithuanian jurga) and me...if nothing changes thats how it stays till the end of the travel.&lt;br /&gt;I will write much more when I know more. So far Yuxi is a lovely place. I have entered kinda summer once again ( although the constant climate change is a bit of a challenge for my organism)&lt;br /&gt;so now Im gonna run to YID for chinese cultural evening :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-113930979439043797?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/113930979439043797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=113930979439043797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/113930979439043797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/113930979439043797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2006/02/ting-ting-ting-ching-ni-hao.html' title='ting ting ting ching, ni hao'/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-113835494190951241</id><published>2006-01-27T10:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T08:51:40.306+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it snow, let it snow let it snow....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What has happened....a lot. well one thing is for sure - I am not in Hanoi anymore, or even Vietnam or even Asia... I am in Tallinn ( home - cap of Estonia) Well I'm suppose to be in China with my team but sadly my grandpa passed away so I came home for funeral. It was good idea to come I must say and be wiv my family on this occasion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now that it's all done I still have some days before rejoining my team in China on Friday - Saturday..well the flying takes some time. Its very refreshing actually to be in winter wonderland although it has been melting a bit lately. I dont av more to say at the mo :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-113835494190951241?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/113835494190951241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=113835494190951241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/113835494190951241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/113835494190951241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2006/01/let-it-snow-let-it-snow-let-it-snow.html' title='Let it snow, let it snow let it snow....'/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-113765259865929659</id><published>2006-01-19T07:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T07:36:38.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the war is over if you want it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;so in Hanoi fially....mmmm well after the craZ hitchiking through Laos (mostly country side) it really is relief to be in a civilized environment again well khm khmI meanin the city. Actually I am pleasantly suprised...my imagination of Vietnam was something blurry something destroyed...after spending few days in Hanoi though if I wouldnt know I couldnt even guess that there has been some sort of war here. If not for the local faces I could confuse the place with european cities...well lets make it eastern Europe then. motorbikes, motorbikes, motorbikes everywhere...thousands and thousands...fiew car lost inside...clean streets though and for foreignears the pleasent feeling of constanty being ripped off. Thats one off the thigns that pisses of off constantly though and one gets so ever tired of the constant fight over money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well today I try to go and investigate more thouraghly the shopping possibilities. At the mo we are all studyng hard to make presentations about different topics about Vietnam...I am studyng the war and the us involvement...weee fun.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;but now it is soon time for lumchand I better get my pages printed out. The most important...we have entered summmmmmmmmmmmmmmmer again...mm nice when thinking of the -20 degrees of cold back home :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-113765259865929659?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/113765259865929659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=113765259865929659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/113765259865929659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/113765259865929659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2006/01/war-is-over-if-you-want-it.html' title='the war is over if you want it'/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-113732625669093153</id><published>2006-01-15T12:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T12:57:36.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabardee</title><content type='html'>I am now somewhere in the middle of Laos. We are doing a hitchhiking experiment...the beginning was easy but as we got further on it proved to be more and more difficult. The last 175 km took us 2 days and we had to pay for the rides. Now we have opportunity to do some cool sightseeing (the plain of Jars) and take vip bus to Vin( Vietnam) and from there we should make for sure  to Hanoi on time, namely Wed but one of our trio stubbernly disagrees wiv spending a day any where ( some hitchhiking principles) so instead we r gonna start again tomoro morning on the road. From here to the border of Vietnam in another 130 km and then  we end up somewhere in the jungle and mountains and must find our way to highway toward Vin and Hanoi ( 250 km app to Vin, from there 300 to Hanoi). I honestly dont know where and how we'll end up. I will stuff my rucksack wiv food and water just to be sure to survive :P&lt;br /&gt;I am having a bit of a cold so Im not really in the best shape and for the past 2 days quite exhausted. Last night we spend wiv a family in a small tiny village. For me it felt a bit occuard just drop in like that and was kept awake half a nite by somesort of rodents ...yukkk&lt;br /&gt;The food was delicious though...wish had more appetite though. Stupid cold...Im snneezing like a maniac all the time and scaaring people. Tonite we r gonna av a dinner, then Ill av a shower if theres still hot water and then to snooooooooooze mode, must gather soem positive energy for the sake of others :) so positive thinking here I come!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-113732625669093153?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/113732625669093153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=113732625669093153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/113732625669093153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/113732625669093153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2006/01/sabardee.html' title='Sabardee'/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-113697034879719253</id><published>2006-01-11T09:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T10:05:48.833+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Om mane padme hum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;SOo the last day of my travel in India has arrived. The time here in the Himalayas has been amazing...notenough words to describe when you stand on a snowy mountain top ( 2800m) and look  down from the rooftop of the world. It just is! The air is so clean, light and thin, every breath you take feels somehow special. It took Megan, me and our head mistress 4 h to climb up, we stayed there for and hour and I managed to fulfill my goal and hang there my tibetan prayer flags for the freedom of Tibet. We also had nice hot soup and tea which was very much needed after the hike up. It took us another 4 h to come down aswell.....the road just seemed neverending but finally it did, I was glad and pleased wiv myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have stuffed my belly wiv momos for thelast time and in 30 minutes its time to board the bus, then planeto Bangok......kinda sad in a weird way. The last too months av been so overwhelmigly filled wiv so much of Indian culture as one can possivly take and now when I av finally started to understand it a bit and actuallygotten used to it, its time to leave, but hey thats how it goes and I am also really looking forward to Laosand Vietnam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;SOOOOoooooo this ismy Goodbye to India: Mwah, its been a blast !!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-113697034879719253?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/113697034879719253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=113697034879719253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/113697034879719253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/113697034879719253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2006/01/om-mane-padme-hum.html' title='Om mane padme hum'/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-113619889148319464</id><published>2006-01-02T11:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T11:48:11.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2005-2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So finally here in Daramshala, well actually little bit higher in the Mcloud village. Its quite cold here....feel like home :). They say it suppose to be snowing soon but we'll see. last time I checked the weather outside wasnt so very good. I av just bought woolen socks, a hat and a warm tibetan style jumper...love em already. also went to tibetan clinic today coz av problems wiv breathing up here they gave me some stuff to powder and drink wiv hot water. I was quite fascinated hoe the doc could just tell wats wrong wiv me by feeling my pulse - definatly goona read more about tibetan medicine when find time. The mountains are amazing though and Im exited to be here for soooooooo long ( well 10 days) But thats the longest we stayed anywhere since Behror. Gonna go now and climb up to our fab hostel higher up - 20 min going strait up hill :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-113619889148319464?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/113619889148319464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=113619889148319464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/113619889148319464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/113619889148319464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2006/01/2005-2006.html' title='2005-2006'/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-113585404754369080</id><published>2005-12-29T11:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T11:39:30.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'>eeevil little me</title><content type='html'>As ve arrived to Amaritsar and stepped off the train I couldnt be more fed up with India then right this moment when I layed eyes on thenormally wilthy trainstation, people shouting, offering me rikshas,hotels, taxis, god knows what. Somebody get me out oh here, I pleadedmentally or hide me in a sound tight spotless clean box for few days -I need a break. When we reached the hostel - this too was not muchmore then I dared to expect. I got to admit at the moment we layeddown our bags I was ready to burst into tears. My team mates haddecided though to go for dinner and then maybe to see the goldentemple. To but my mind of things I decided to tag a long. We haddinner at some pizza place, well if you can call it pizza, which wasdecorated like christmas. Thanks to the good mood of my team mates Itoo started to lighten up.Strait after dinner some of us headed for the golden temple. The nightwas cool. As we reached in front of the protective wall we could notsee much. Someone instructed to give away our shoes, cover our headsand wash our feet. Done that we where free to enter. The stone floorwas pleaantly cold under my feet as I glanced up I saw something shining in the darkness in the middle of the water. My mouth fellopen, I could not believe what I was seeing - the golden temple,shining like it was made out of direct sunrays in the middle of vastfield of water. I couldn't turn my eyes off it, I must have been standing and staring for only some few moments, which ye seemed like eternity. Carefully, not to loose the temple from sight as it might dissapear in some magical way, I walked down the stairs and started to make my way around the big water to reach the bridge the would take me to the temple, trembeling inside - I was not quite sure if they would let me enter. To my suprise nobody payed much attention to me so I could appreciate every moment with out any disturbance. I dont know how long it took to reach the temple. I could only see where I wanted to reach, everything else blurred by my side. The temple was quite crowded as I made my way through and climbed up a flight of stairs,found also the first floor crowded I climbed up another flight of stairs and there I was on the roof of the golden temple on top of the  source of the sunrays I saw before.I glanced down between the top golden towers. My eyes where truly resting on the so still water surface far down and everywhere around. I had found my soundless sterile clean box in India without even noticing the constatnt singing in the microphones in and around the temple, people walking, talking and prayng. None of this did not really even accord to me before it was time to leave. I did not want to go but my team mates where waiting so I made my fast goodbyes and left. We returned next morning.But with the sunrise the magical feeling of the night plaace hadvanished.Today we spent the hole morning wondering about in the temple and tryng to find out more about it and the religion related to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmh my typical luck of getting the computer which suddenly every one need to use...yeah wateva am not gonna complain more.......almost forgot, one dude here told us its only gonna take max of 10 hours to get to Daramshala from here by direct bus - 10 hours for 200 km!!!! due to some himalayan hills or something :P&lt;br /&gt;Now I really need to get back to the fab hotel as that is the only place where for sure I know there is toilet paper(coz we left it in our room). need to fint one of those motor rikshas...am not quite sure hoe long more can hold.&lt;br /&gt;so out for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-113585404754369080?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/113585404754369080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=113585404754369080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/113585404754369080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/113585404754369080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2005/12/eeevil-little-me.html' title='eeevil little me'/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-113535031985938572</id><published>2005-12-23T15:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T16:05:19.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas everybody!</title><content type='html'>av managed to get self behind pc again and am too laz to write some exiting stuff but well little bit then. We are in Varanasi at the mo and well actually leavin tis place day after tomoro. Must celebrate xmas tomoro.Im not so sure how exiting's gonna be just hope not awfully boring. Av planned a grand dinner, preents and fake xmas tree with blind presents through lucky draw. So today wandered all over town...nothin even remotly reminds of xmas....sad sad :( and Im an xmas fan.&lt;br /&gt;Av stuffed selv wiv lots of emotional eating, as they avlots of european food here available of coz in absolutely unfair price level compared to local stuff :(&lt;br /&gt;went shoppin today as said before and sent lots of money on clothes again. emotional shopping and eating has poorly effect on my economical status...which is quite sad at the mo. Try to upgrade it a bit by saving on food, not sure if will be successful.&lt;br /&gt;well fink gonna go now, cant spent that much on internet aswell, though get it back lata but till then still must keep an eye on every rupeee&lt;br /&gt;Merry christmas!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-113535031985938572?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/113535031985938572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=113535031985938572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/113535031985938572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/113535031985938572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-everybody.html' title='Merry Christmas everybody!'/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-113473364956499350</id><published>2005-12-16T12:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T12:47:29.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'>dancing dancing through thw world</title><content type='html'>Quite some time has passed again. Last time I believe I wrote about Bombay. Well we spent some interesting days there, including performing in the Bollywood film as a background dude :P Bombay was quite tireing in the end though I must admit and I was glad when we finally got to Kerala where we met up again with the hole team for a week in a small beach house under the plam trees. Even the unexpected monsoon couldnt ruin our holiday. we have spent the week swimming, resting, eating and having team meetings about all sorts of things...like presentations, plans for next period, etc. The place we stay here is like a real paradise, palm trees, ocean , small house, no tourists to be seen very often, quiet ( if you forget about the bell ringing in the temple and birds). It truly has been very nice timeoff from the constant moving around. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Me and Nelia ( a small and funny portugues lady who is CraZ about indian Saris and jewellery also dnacing, singing jumping about the place)&lt;br /&gt;are now investigating temples and a little bit about art in India. We have visited some quite impressive temples already on our way up North. To be honest Im really enjoyng thge quieter and less hassle travelling with only one person. I av ad quite some time to read and I finally started up The Da Vincy Code book. Its amaazing how well one can catch up with reading on long indian train travels which usually last around 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood has stabilised to normal again (f that is possible at all) and I feel ok and happy most of the time these days even when wearing a sari :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-113473364956499350?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/113473364956499350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=113473364956499350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/113473364956499350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/113473364956499350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2005/12/dancing-dancing-through-thw-world.html' title='dancing dancing through thw world'/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-113350078399396053</id><published>2005-12-02T06:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T06:19:44.010+01:00</updated><title type='text'>fame and glory baby fame and glory.......:P</title><content type='html'>so yesterday our plans changed as we got invited to play background in a Bollywood film.....so we went and spent a loong loong day with 35 chinese girls, few europeans and lots of indians...and? well it was fun as the day started, we didnt need to too much, beside squeese ourselves into horrible dresses and petend to be tourists in a chinese restaurant. so we were "modern" europeans wearing clothes that looked like a cheap theatre costume from the last century... I seriously felt like a russian prostitute in the skimpy dress I got...the only one tht fit around me as Im not tiny chinese person...after some time parading around in this...I couldnt care less and went and put on my jeans...luckily noone said anything. The scene was made actually quite realistic..It really did look like a huge chinese nightclub/restaurant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-113350078399396053?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/113350078399396053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=113350078399396053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/113350078399396053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/113350078399396053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2005/12/fame-and-glory-baby-fame-and-gloryp.html' title='fame and glory baby fame and glory.......:P'/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-113336037358767378</id><published>2005-11-30T15:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T15:19:33.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the craZ life</title><content type='html'>so we have made it to Bombay now....finally . It took us like 20 houre by train and took us one day extra couse we couldnt get seats tha day before and had to stay in Jaipur. Which was also interesting though. we witnessed an extreemely rich wedding and was as usual convince to dance. there was ath like 1000 people there. in a huge garden...the groom came on a colourful elefant...the decorations and food seemed amazing...I cant even imagine how much this must have cost. and it was loud as hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;On the trein it wasn so bad as I thought it would be. in the day time there wasnt even many people at all. all boarded just before the nite as we got closer to Bombay. So before going to sleep there was sth like 6-8 young indian dudes talking around us with us oposite to us.....twas funny tbhough ...the questions they asked and so on so on.....&lt;br /&gt;We drank probably like 15 chais each and ate endless amount of fruits and other food.....my stomach was really heavy just before going to bed...toliets...yukkkk....dont recomend :P I can just say YUKKKKKKKKK&lt;br /&gt;and shaky couse of the train moving...dont really want to touch anything.&lt;br /&gt;So this morning we finally arrived in Bombay and found a cool place to stay....well only european youth here so that seems promising fun. Its Salvation Armys hostel and we r living in the dormatory, room no 6 only for ladies :P&lt;br /&gt;So anywho we visited this cool ngo today and their school...they are having this cool school for slumkids and they teach really suprisingly good english and the kids 8-9 years old are much better in the language then I was in this age....so on friday we can hopefully go to slums with them...and probably visiti some other ngos here like unicef , save the children..etc....&lt;br /&gt;so for now folkls I goota finish and go eat icecreams wiv my group mates Thiago and Ina and teacher Monika and av lots and lots of fun!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-113336037358767378?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/113336037358767378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=113336037358767378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/113336037358767378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/113336037358767378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2005/11/craz-life.html' title='the craZ life'/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-113301918315938133</id><published>2005-11-26T16:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T16:33:03.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'>India....dream come true</title><content type='html'>So iIve been in India for 1.5 week now and  I must say it is different, fantastic, hot and very extreemly dirty. So far we have spend all our time in Behror, Rajastan. Its been nice but Im glad to move on on Monday to Bombay and then down towards South end of India, Kerala. So Ive learned how to greet people and thank them. The 1st 4 days we lived in the villages with local families. Ive never been carried around on hands so much before. I was suprised they didnt follow me to the toilet and wipe my ass. Ive been drinking hundreds of Chais ( Indian tea) as everywhere you go people offer you tea and its not so easy to refuse aything here. These people can be amazingly persistent. I av to say this though...women in Europe and America STOP complaining. here women wake up around 4 and start cooking and cleaning for their family. they work all day and rarely leave the house or their village. they wake up first and go to sleep last.they have to cover their faces when their married. women spend time wiv women and mn wiv men. I cannot believe how they can live so different lives. on top of all that there is that damn caste system...a system to discrimiate people and give power to the rich.&lt;br /&gt;Ive spend lot of my time on the back of the motorbike...hundreds of kilometres and making peace wiv my life every time as traffic here is maniac...not many rules apply.&lt;br /&gt;I canot believe Ive only been here for a wek and half couse it feels like a life time...well 3 ad half months more to go on this asia travel. I try to update as much as I can. at he mo the internet access is kina limited and very slow but hopefully it will be better in the big cities.&lt;br /&gt;so on monday we go to Jaipur and then 20 hours on train to Bombay where me and Ina r gonna continue wiv our documentary about street kids...go to the slums, ngo and so on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im discovering my feminine side here...wearing indian clothes - sari and modern version of sari ...they call it suite....still struggeling to get use to the hot hot hot food. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I feel well .... besides the immense dust in my lungs and constant attention coz Im foreigner I feel pretty happy here..as Im fulfilling my dream here...visiting asia..&lt;br /&gt;the most special momet so far was a tiny nontouristic tempel build high on top and partly n a cliff/mountain.  on the back cornere there was this tiny 3-4 meters long cave where only one person at yhe time could crawl inside and in the end holy water, inscent smell and candle. being there all alone in a dark end of a tiny cliff somewhere in the middle of nowhere felt really special for me. so special I didnt even dare to take any photos or recordings but rather just store it in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are besides llthe serious meetings, discussions and investigations having lots of fun wiv our group and our many many indian friends.....:)..like playng hackysack,dancing af playn and running around..tasting and touching everything that is possible to taste and touch.&lt;br /&gt;tomoro we go out and do polio vaccination action for infants....so I must go now....coz we av to wake up early early....&lt;br /&gt;toodles from Taku&lt;br /&gt;namaste :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-113301918315938133?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/113301918315938133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=113301918315938133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/113301918315938133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/113301918315938133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2005/11/indiadream-come-true.html' title='India....dream come true'/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-113204482470943032</id><published>2005-11-15T09:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T09:53:44.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>on the road again...</title><content type='html'>so dudes its time for me to say farewell and goodbye couse I am in the beggining of my 4 month travel to asia with my dearest and the best dream team of DNS 2005 to bugger off to Asia. Tomorrow we fly to Delhi incl small stop in Vienna... I wont hold a long speach, I m too exited for that. My eyes are funnyh , stomach turning . Yesterday PTG made us a goodbye party. It was very sweet of them I must say. I spent as everybody else most of my day packing. Finished about midnight....damn I had lot of crap in my room. I think I never travelled so lite before in my life... I think I might have sth like 10 kilos wiv me. :P Hmmm I av to callthe doctor in 10 min to pay for the vaccinations. ok I go to get some nutella bread now then....doodles all my sweethearts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-113204482470943032?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/113204482470943032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=113204482470943032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/113204482470943032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/113204482470943032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2005/11/on-road-again.html' title='on the road again...'/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-113112434644385526</id><published>2005-11-04T17:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T18:14:42.346+01:00</updated><title type='text'>what is out there?</title><content type='html'>It is normal for women to keep diaries. even some men have picked up the habit and Im not refering to gay men only. Dayly or weekly we write down little pictures about our life. It used to be private hobby kept behind locks and bolts. Nowadays it has become the more public the better - aka Internet blogs. What is it that makes us hide behind the mysterious name and talk about our private life so everybody could see, hear and judge?&lt;br /&gt;Is it becouse we are too laz to write our friends emails and we just send them the blog link or is it pride and freedom of speach that has driven us so far we want to tell about everything to every body?&lt;br /&gt;a little something to think about.... last days I havent been up to much...day time do DNS stuff or nothing...evening time stay up till 2 am and talk with C. I will not reveal this person quite yet..... But thats my only explanation fo looking so tired every morning.&lt;br /&gt;We are supposed to hitch hike to CPH tomoro im not quite sure yet if Im up for it... It can be fun, It also can be pain in the arse. we where invited for a Divali - Indian new years eve...sounds fun although I dont even have clean clothes to wear and Indians dress up very pretty as far as I av seen.... I Should go and but my clothes in the wash then....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-113112434644385526?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/113112434644385526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=113112434644385526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/113112434644385526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/113112434644385526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-is-out-there.html' title='what is out there?'/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-113067235733624252</id><published>2005-10-30T12:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T12:39:17.346+01:00</updated><title type='text'>with me or without me</title><content type='html'>Ive been watching ally mcbeal and sex and the city for the most of the time over the past week. My period has arrived which means mood swings up and down, middle down up..bebebrrbrbrbll&lt;br /&gt;Last week was time for investigations in Denmark. Me and Liza visited a school in Holstebro and talked to the students.&lt;br /&gt;Ina went to Germany to pay a visit to her very ill granny :( and Jurga to CPH for visas so it was only me and Liza left from our group to make investigation. One evening we went to cinema in Holstebro ...uhm was fun and good to get out of the Tvind life and routine( never mind the film was so damn mboring for me I was asleep half of the time and the other half aswell) we also went to Italian pizzeria..mmmmm&lt;br /&gt;I had yesterday a realization moment...a big one and over whelming I never thought about really before. as I was standing in the evening light in front of PTG it hit me 4 YEARS!!!!!! 4 years I have planned to do this education and stay here. I just could not fit it in my head... dont get me wrong it wasnt negative also not positive..but weird realization indeed. Maybe the thing that scared me a bit was the question : am I ready, prepared, able, right joice for me or should I be doing sth else indeed and if yes wat should that be...&lt;br /&gt;I never considered it really before..well sure I had doubts but time wasnt one of them...hmm well as long as I like it I stay here... That is the only clear thing I can come up with...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-113067235733624252?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/113067235733624252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=113067235733624252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/113067235733624252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/113067235733624252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2005/10/with-me-or-without-me.html' title='with me or without me'/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-112975327489967036</id><published>2005-10-19T22:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T22:21:14.906+02:00</updated><title type='text'>blue yellow green</title><content type='html'>Ill write then... Work is over and we are going on doing the prep month for asia. Its been kinda fun but for me still really unusual and I cant yet quite find my place..I mean I got so used to my work rhytm here and now there is no rhythm but more like , study time so if u bother u should study, sports time so if u bother do sports...the only thing that still seems to b the same is breakfast. For example today I went to PTG to watch a film and totally forgot about afternoon course. I avent been in school, I mean real school where u must study and attend courses for such a long time that I kinda forget all the time where Im suppose to be and wat to do...&lt;br /&gt;I av had small blue moment yesterday and a bigger one today...dont really feel like facing anybody... Ive hidden in my room a bit...nothing big just one of those not so happy happy days.&lt;br /&gt;My appetite is dissapearing as days go by...dunno why...Ina already called me anorexic...as a joke I hope :P&lt;br /&gt;So now Ill be off to bed...so this day would end faster b4 I really start hating myself...u know bitchiness and blue days go hand in hand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-112975327489967036?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/112975327489967036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=112975327489967036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/112975327489967036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/112975327489967036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2005/10/blue-yellow-green.html' title='blue yellow green'/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-112913083534252453</id><published>2005-10-12T17:05:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T17:32:55.156+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail the sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey lads and lasses. Its my last proper office work day wiv a salary b4 Asia..That is indeed a grand feeling. Ive been a laZ ass blogger coz Ive been working..yeah sure u can laugh but believe u me sometimes when I really get meself together I can do wonders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;There is this one thing that really gets me...when ppl write about me in their blogs in their own languages and I can only get soooooooo craZ trying to figure out wat the hell r they talking about and then just pray it wasnt something too nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;anyhow Ive been enjoyng the groovy truuudy quiet life here in Tvind, probably gained few pounds coz of sitting behind the computer all the time..but hey fat on the right places just might look sexy ( not only sayn to b politically correct or sth mad like this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;most of my free time Ive been killin it in PTG (praktisk, teoretisk education) part of the school and Morten a.k.a Barney Rubble (Ptg student) has been twisting and turning my arms in a way I never thought its possible to twist them...so more "pleasent" suprises about the abilities of Super Taku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The cat who has chosen to live in my room ( defenatly bein politically correct) is learning how to go out from my window every day now...Like seeing ur baby learning to walk...the coming back the same way part seems to b wee bit difficult for her. Hmmmmz I should start to hide my blog coz the more ppl Im aware of reading it the more careful I automatically tend to b wat I write....but u know wat fuk that...if u dont like my superb thoughts and ideas dont read it, go out and get a life or sth instead. Cheeeeese that felt liberating... so where was I oh and yesterday we watched Scary movie 2 ( well I only watched half an hour from the beginnning) tickle tickle...that all reminded me a good old friend Joe form UK...aww bless, long live anarchism where ever u r and watever u do good old pal - I love ya!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;And then this one time in band camp....hehe I tragged my cat after words in the office wiv me coz she just seemed so lonely and bored being in my room and chatted a wee bit wiv Ina - the porn star, oh sticky dildo (inside joke, u wont get it even if u think u do) I meant Ina - my fav friend here in Tvind (ooh my foot just commited suicide) on msn coz her skype is broken, so we av to b happy wiv communication in old style a.k.a writing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;hmm the time has moved to 17.24 - one hour till diner...my tummy hurts..probably gasses or sth.. oh well couldnt b bothered to do anything about it at the mo :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;i will go outside now and try to find some good breathable air...mmmm lecka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-112913083534252453?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/112913083534252453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=112913083534252453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/112913083534252453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/112913083534252453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2005/10/hail-sunshine.html' title='Hail the sunshine'/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-112912950412098793</id><published>2005-10-12T17:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T17:05:04.126+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/128/6811/640/bitbullpup.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/128/6811/400/bitbullpup.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fav dog &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-112912950412098793?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/112912950412098793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=112912950412098793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/112912950412098793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/112912950412098793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-fav-dog.html' title=''/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-112767269600869004</id><published>2005-09-25T20:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T20:24:57.556+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the rains have returned</title><content type='html'>I am here and I am now. theres no argument about that. I am glad to b here and now , otherwize I would b sleeping in my dreams about past and future. I wrote first page of a book in estonian and it also stayed as first page. As usual when it comes to promo work my imagination is crashed and burned, almost nonexistant.&lt;br /&gt;Today I had my first day off, slept till 11.49 then got up m, brushed my teeth, got dressed and wondered around the school until lunch time. Later I copied some music on my pc and walked to Ulfborg with Linda to get toilet paper and washingpowder as we r both left behind by our team and av nothing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-112767269600869004?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/112767269600869004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=112767269600869004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/112767269600869004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/112767269600869004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2005/09/rains-have-returned.html' title='the rains have returned'/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-112728749674785414</id><published>2005-09-21T09:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T10:07:25.576+02:00</updated><title type='text'>does anyone care, Im happy now...</title><content type='html'>Listening to Cranberries (ode to my family). The sun is shining. Its quiet, I m sitting in total quietness in the classroom coz the office is locked still and waiting for my meeting with Steen and some other DNSers. This morning has been so nice since after shower I stepped out from my building into cold morning air and nipped over to PTG to have breakfest, where I ran into Tanja (Not the same one from Lindersvold, but from here, Tvind) and helped her to roll a cigarette with a paper filter. My sleepy fingers made a snaky figure out of it. After I had some cornflakes wiv milk as usual and a cheese mini bread. finished the meal with a shaker ( one part coffee on the bottom of the cup and 4 parts of milk). After breakfest sat and talked some more to Tanja in front of PTG and enjoyed the sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;But now I most defenatly have to go for a meeting.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time has ticked to 8 pm by now. I had a super fast, super busy day and for some reason i have the feeling it wont be the last one, but will actually continue like so for the next 4 weeks. Im behind with my tasks bcoz of all this actions and meetings and stuff. So i have like 5 tasks red and blinking in my task list and theres more to come constantly. Dont get me wrong I love busy and hate boring so in this sence Im satisfied. (and can feel important :) )&lt;br /&gt;But I also like order in my work so hopefully I can establish this by the end of this week (latest).&lt;br /&gt;Now we r chilling or rather ready to chill and celebrate Sabrinas bday. Mustafa ( CraZ funny german tem mate with a funny tiny beard) is playn loud music next to my ear about love and happiness and shaking my pc so it would dance, riiiiight heheh.&lt;br /&gt;And im sitting like a queen on my usual wireless internet red couch corner. enjoyng the groovy light of the new funky modern lamps we have here ( their sleepy romantic dim light through white paper cones that they r made out of) They look sth like 1 and half meter tall paper vases).&lt;br /&gt;well Im gonna take a rest from the pc for this mo for now and chill wiv Mustafa and Janek (our est teacher, bit nerdy but funny).... :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-112728749674785414?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/112728749674785414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=112728749674785414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/112728749674785414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/112728749674785414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2005/09/does-anyone-care-im-happy-now.html' title='does anyone care, Im happy now...'/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-112715814203028457</id><published>2005-09-19T20:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T21:44:07.003+02:00</updated><title type='text'>dude wazzup dude, wheres my blanky dude????</title><content type='html'>so all the dudes and dudesses Im khm khm how to put it back in workin in promotion or sorry agitation as some important dudes prefer. So well today was my first day in Tvind promotion center.....brbrbrbrbrbrrbrbrb Had meeting wiv Anne H (the headmaster), Puk (my new promo boss) and Marie (my ex promo boss, b4 Joern). Well they talked and talked and Ijust peeped in some brilliant ideas occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;Tomoro we r going to guess where....dadam...Grinsted. Wat am I gonna do there, u said it, lay on the leather couch and look important by peeping in some more brilliant ideas, but less occasionally....:P&lt;br /&gt;So from 4th of Sept till here...dudududuu well I know Ive been a bit laZ wiv all this blogging hobby but it just seems to be interesting only when I m suppose to work in promotion, when Ive free time dont get me wrong its no so totally cool and interesting to sit behind my pc :( but I try to get meself together as it is not appropriate to blog in work time.&lt;br /&gt;well never the mind that being-politically-correct-crap now.&lt;br /&gt;Its been the greatest time to b wiv my team for 17 days. all these dudes r just brilliant in their own wicked way.&lt;br /&gt;but one at the time...well I av to mention Ina couse man we av had some serious fun and I av to introduce her here. Well theres this little BLOND funny can kill u in one sec shower/cold night buddy nonsmoker nosweets eater sometimes mean joker but utterly and sometimes too cute kinda like coldylocks :P (just kidding) also dark fobic, with inventive paranoias (kinda reminds of me sometimes) really brilliant icelandic girl called Kristina but known to all as Ina and I guess we get along quite friendlily well. I guess u got that point already...eep.&lt;br /&gt;So over the past 17 days we av been well doing the maniac running about wiv the OL and then just being plain laZ. most evenings spent in Henriks ( my toyboy) room ssssmokin or rather puffing water pipe and oh oh b4 I forget I watched a scary movie !!! wiv like 4 people around in the day time...but never the less I watched it...and wasnt to my dissapointment so scary at all ....damn :@&lt;br /&gt;well anywho nothing Grand has happened although being wiv all the tem is just grand itself and like a cherry on the top Freja came to Tvind for the weekend :))))))))))) well the sad pit is that everybody av dissapered all over the place DK, Holland and UK and so Im left quite alone here in Tvind. Not as bad as I imagined...kinda interesting although I felt today that theres like cold coming over me or sth..no time to get sick now!!! we also managed to freshen up our common hall 2day, even painted one wall, I was scrubbin,melting the fridge and after words mold from the floor under the sink wiv weeaallly hot water!&lt;br /&gt;so Im gonna end here...0gosh they should put some heating into those roomes...I av like 2 blankies on or sth....ok dooooooodles MWAH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-112715814203028457?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/112715814203028457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=112715814203028457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/112715814203028457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/112715814203028457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2005/09/dude-wazzup-dude-wheres-my-blanky-dude.html' title='dude wazzup dude, wheres my blanky dude????'/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-112584876826088249</id><published>2005-09-04T17:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T17:47:28.860+02:00</updated><title type='text'>here we r from meeting to meeting</title><content type='html'>So its like wat ...uhm like 4th of sept already and well u can say we av started the program. First of sept started wiv breakfest at the main office wiv all the important TGs and lot of meetings/talkings etc. In the evening there was like a kinda welcome party from all the different parts of Tvind...dramas, songs, speeches etc... basicallly for me its all like a holiday here. and I enjoy finally to be a student not just some creepy weirdo sitting in the office or hovering about in front of tele....well I didnt av much to do in my free time in Lindersvold. The near future will bring us summer olympics in Tvind....grrrreat some more maniac looking running about. My cleaning resp till Asia will bea small toilet and shower room in my corridor. and I fought for it..well not many people volunteered anyhow, but I honestly enjoy cleanning toilets....at least I know they r clean when I go there. :) And doesnt take so much hard core physical effort aswell...yeah I know sometimes I can be a wee bit of a workshy bastard...well accept me as I am...:P anywho its great to av all the DUDEs (like Martin - my pet teammate-says) here for a while so we can just spend all our free time of doing wateva crosses our mind together.I fink some bits of the croed whent off to play badminton as the idea of beach volley ball failed and sinked...tomorrow...tomorrow... Tomorrow indeed is a good and useful expression around here.&lt;br /&gt;Taku and Pink elehfants havent met for a while couse pink elehfants is taking a looooong nap...&lt;br /&gt;wat can u do :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-112584876826088249?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/112584876826088249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=112584876826088249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/112584876826088249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/112584876826088249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2005/09/here-we-r-from-meeting-to-meeting.html' title='here we r from meeting to meeting'/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-112573811718388612</id><published>2005-09-03T11:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T11:02:16.853+02:00</updated><title type='text'>tschuu tschuu</title><content type='html'>I am sitting in the sun in Ringsted train station. I was suppose to go on the train already like 1 and half hour ago but Hanne forgot her bank card by accident to Lindersvold. So the day of my return to Tvind has finally arrived. I feel funny I miss Lindersvold people yet I cant wait to see my team again. Ive been away like 3 and half months. The office and DIs both made me a little goodbye parties. Now Im waiting for my pc to load the music in form the cd so I can but it on the memory stick for listening on the train. Hmmm another half an hour before my first train that takes me to Esbjerg…The last day in Lindersvold was strange/normal – I backed all my life there into bags ( which Im barely able to lift) and the rest of the time I was hovering about in the school, in the office, in my room ,in tv room. To be honest I don’t have a faintest idea wats gonna take place in Tvind. Decisions, news….where I m gonna work till travel plans...well and then my computer ran out of battery and I havent managed to connect it with the internet till today.and at the moment Im too sleepy still to write much more...zzzz need to wake up first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-112573811718388612?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/112573811718388612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=112573811718388612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/112573811718388612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/112573811718388612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2005/09/tschuu-tschuu.html' title='tschuu tschuu'/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-112391717697347303</id><published>2005-08-13T08:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T09:12:56.980+02:00</updated><title type='text'>2 years with DRH-movement and HPP</title><content type='html'>helloooo, I know I avent written in a long time, well I av to work you know and well no work no play. So now I av 10 min b4 I av to start working.  So well life here has been going mostly in the same motion. Ups and downs and middle well, like they say same shit different day. I went to another building weekend in Juelsminde and it was fun.  Every time I see DNS 2005 Im so exited. Like a kid at x-mas time. 17-18 more days before Im off to Tvind. well actually to think about it Im gonna miss those people here. At least some of them. For exmaple the twins (Tina and Anne) - at first I could tell who is who until Anne told me a secret how to make difference. But has time goes by they seem more and more individually different. Their great though and u can defenatly av good laughs with them :)))))))) Then theres Ebony - tree, I ve talked about her before - my fav scottish person. well there ain't that many that I know but there is more then one! well and I cannot forget Tanja, Carolina and Tito aswell. It sure was my personal pleasure to meet those people - u can say that again. It's strange, its almost work time and theres nobody at the office. come to think of it its like that every morning. I unlock the door, scrub the dishes, clean the kitchen and by the time Im almost  finished someone thends to appear and then dissapear again.&lt;br /&gt;I had a lon shower/cleansing action this morning and still Im sooo sleepy. I had a plan to wake up 6am this morning but when I opened my eyes and had one glance outof the window I somehow changed my ´my mind immediatly - yepp its still cloudy, rainy and windy. Nothing new about that - the normal danish weather...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-112391717697347303?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/112391717697347303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=112391717697347303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/112391717697347303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/112391717697347303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2005/08/2-years-with-drh-movement-and-hpp.html' title='2 years with DRH-movement and HPP'/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-112298823508863391</id><published>2005-08-02T14:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T15:10:35.093+02:00</updated><title type='text'>weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee</title><content type='html'>so , Im here again...back in Lindersvold...back to secretary work - it comes natural to me. I got sick and tired of windows explorer and all the hassle with it. Its too fusked up so Im a friend of firefox now and its like sooo much safer. well never the mind computer talk. The new team has arrived anhd there are a lot of new faces, well for me they are just faces with no name. I couldnt be bothered to even ask. Its strange wat has happened to my mind. If someone introduces themselves to me , I might aknowledge their name foe like half a second and I dont even try to remember it. Too many people, too many names they get so messed up. I do learn them lata when I interract with a person lata...dont get me wrong I dont have a folder in my bag with pictures and names behind them...on the second thought maybe I should.&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I spent another evening in the video club in Geoffreys room..we watched a Monty Python film ...something something Brian...twas quite funny..&lt;br /&gt;then I dissapeared to my room crawled into my bed, switched on the tele and fell asleep in front of it ( i switched it off b4 closing my eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;well anyhow Ive been interacting wiv many people today and actually got a letter from one of my highschool teachers who swa that interview wat one women magazine did with me :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-112298823508863391?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/112298823508863391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=112298823508863391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/112298823508863391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/112298823508863391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2005/08/weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee'/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-112203519080886685</id><published>2005-07-22T14:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T14:27:22.250+02:00</updated><title type='text'>when I was a just a little girl i asked my mother....</title><content type='html'>acoounting, accounts, to account...I was doing accounting for Tallinn meeting most of the morning, ofcourse I had to do it like 3 times over before it was correct.. well another useful skill. So tonight Im off to Boserup to give presentation about Africa for prep wknd....weee fake exitment. nah I guess its ok to see another school. Tomoro start hitch hiking towards Tvind - Im glad about goint to Tvind part not so exited about hith hiking but I guess its fine...mm should make some signs then I guess.&lt;br /&gt;So next week is gonna be some hard core building work...builds muscles, well Im happy to spend a week with my team :)&lt;br /&gt;I dont feel like writing more so I stop here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-112203519080886685?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/112203519080886685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=112203519080886685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/112203519080886685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/112203519080886685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2005/07/when-i-was-just-little-girl-i-asked-my.html' title='when I was a just a little girl i asked my mother....'/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-112195739401803397</id><published>2005-07-21T16:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T16:54:52.516+02:00</updated><title type='text'>nu pochemu?</title><content type='html'>u know one of those days u want to punch people merely becouse they r existing, couse it just happens to be rainy blue, zleepy thursday when u would rather hide in ur room and preferably sleep, read book, eat sweetes, feel sorry for urself that u r not the nicest person on earth and for other people when u act like a total nagging bitch...well Im having one of those days, but I cannot sit in the corner of my room and fulfill all those activities. instead I av to be communicative and nice, couse its work time now. but its still hard not to be a nagging bitch.&lt;br /&gt;and its defenately not the day to handle enquiries on phone that need great patience and understanding and the only thing I could think is just get on wiv it. Its not that difficult, say yes or no. Sometimes if u wanna do sth u just gonna av to take the risk .. u cant always av 5 just in case safety nets...just do it or dont, as simple as that ...it is actually just as easy as that in the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;so thats wat Ive been doing today...looking like had a massive party till the morning...thats wat TG meetings do to u ...hmmmz...ath to think about it&lt;br /&gt;actually Im glad to go away for a while to Juelsminde - to do some hard core building work for a week. my brain is totally pickled...no more imagination left. if u wanna kill me mentally thats the perfect way to do it. I mean dont get me wrong its fun to some extent but everybody got limits and need a break from time to time. okok I really suck in working, Im just not the kinda person who could have this one job for ages and build up a career or sleep ur way up there...is there anything anymore pointless then that u could to do...&lt;br /&gt;Where is that deserted island Ive been looking for...I could exist there for a while I guess and just be me....pick berries and just survive, run naked wiv some weird animals or other weird people I would take there with me and talk to pink elehfants as my free time activity....&lt;br /&gt;toilet&lt;br /&gt;cigaret&lt;br /&gt;moaning&lt;br /&gt;being nasty towars people in my thoughts a.k.a bitching&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-112195739401803397?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/112195739401803397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=112195739401803397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/112195739401803397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/112195739401803397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2005/07/nu-pochemu.html' title='nu pochemu?'/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-112119508076643044</id><published>2005-07-12T20:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T21:04:40.770+02:00</updated><title type='text'>lets talk about sex baby , lets talk about u and me...</title><content type='html'>soooooooo, Im over heated, a wee bit injured, and me lungs r soaked of sea water. So last nigh we watched the film in geoffreys room and uhm well twas really funny and ofcourse ate somuch crisps and drank so much soda twas kinda uncomfortable to be afterwards and do u know, av faintest idea wat I did after the film....went to bed..thats wat, yeah I know I can sometimes be not so exiting...dissapointing huh?!?mm bet ya&lt;br /&gt;well so today since morning Ive actually made an effort and worked, called people, sent mails, done Scotland action wiv Ebony, which means me actually doing the posters and typing and she commenting and repairing and then me making tree jokes (ebony - tree) "ha-haa" it can b funny , once u get into it. And seems like I finally enrolled this cheeky estonian woman who kept running away...again and again..and uve got it..again. So that done! :D It always takes me like 3 tries before I get the smiley I want to put here correct..is it my typing skills..mmayb..or mmayb not, I would blame the keyboard (the easy way out). So we went swimming/scubbadiving as usual, I got pissed of for a min with the unfairness in this world, but twas ok again 10 min lata( normal in my case...it is!) then we sped back by bicicles and just when I stopped and was almost in no motion at all and was about to turn aroun I crashed. which literally meant me pulling the bycicle on top of me and then layng on tarmac and admiring the beautiful blue sky..now me legs look like schoolboys..scratched, nothing to do with the fact that they r wee bit hairy...jesus its like 9.04...4 min over time..well guess thats it ..toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-112119508076643044?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/112119508076643044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=112119508076643044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/112119508076643044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/112119508076643044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2005/07/lets-talk-about-sex-baby-lets-talk.html' title='lets talk about sex baby , lets talk about u and me...'/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-112110783164581007</id><published>2005-07-11T20:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T20:50:31.650+02:00</updated><title type='text'>someday I'll be over you</title><content type='html'>Listening to Hedvig Hanson and chilling. Me, Ramona(graZ german woman) and Tito(our little lithuanian brother, well in height not so small) went swimming again, twas more like scubbadiving, we were soaking in the sea for atleast like an hour or so. before me and Ramona (read mamona*) had soft ice, Tito refused at first but after words licked like half off from Ramona's.&lt;br /&gt;Then we cicled back, I guess people at the shop and beach r starting to get use to the site of us, not everybody stares hmmmm...well danish people can b weird, believe ,me, if u don't look danish, speak danish ur considered a weirdo, mayb even retarded. so tonight the plan is to go to Geoffrey's (big , funny guy from Ghana, he has a cute son) video club, to watch some film they rented today in Fakse, don't have a clue wat it might be yet. well guess, its a suprise. hmmm hahahhahaahha cColumbo (the dog whos mummy Ramona  is temporarily) tried to run  away from away today, but guess he got confused a bit wat he was about to do couse when Tanja (a swedish woman, someone u would happily call ur cool aunt, as ur mummy is not not half as cool) called him and he ran right back waving his tail, like he was just about to take a short innocent walk.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday evening was way wicked, we watched this swedish film Together, twas about on common house in the seventies, funny as hell, well guess we can relate to it a bit here though sex is not as free in this place here and most of the girls regularly save or wax their hair..... :P&lt;br /&gt;Its quite quiet here now couse most of the people av dissapeared either to Juelsminde, fundraising and Norway...so when the guys r gone, mice av party.&lt;br /&gt;we av this evil plan to play somesort of trick on Janne (finnish guy, who was with me in Malawi and whos a teacher here now), like set an alarm clock to go off in his room like 3 am or sth silly like that...hihiiiiiiiiii evil...&lt;br /&gt;Elvis rocks the house...windows breaking...boobies shaking......toodles for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-112110783164581007?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/112110783164581007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=112110783164581007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/112110783164581007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/112110783164581007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2005/07/someday-ill-be-over-you.html' title='someday I&apos;ll be over you'/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14333388.post-112091989249966705</id><published>2005-07-09T16:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T20:29:32.156+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/128/6811/640/supertaku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; 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I do have one in estonian (spaces.msn.com/members/spiritualfreedom) which is definatly not working today for one reason or another (they forgot to tell me, they usually do) so I am in a most horrible mood today, it must be the sun, its way too bright.&lt;br /&gt;I dont dare to even talk to anybody, they might get hurt, if they say sth I definately don't wanna hear today. That reminds me I avent talked about pink elehfants lately, probably due to my imagination being totally dead, couse of all thats been goin on and on lately.so..please don't confuse my pink elehfants to the english word elefants, which means many elefants. Elehfants is a singular creature and might be somehow related to elefants, but nothing besides that his pink is sure about her.&lt;br /&gt;it was one of those days when the sun hurts ur eyes, when u stare at it longer then 6,5 seconds, so pink elehfants desided not to go on the beach or anywhere where the sun might strike ur eyes too painfully, instead he decided to take a walk in the forest, where sun rarely ever strikes ur eyes in that mighty painful way. after half an hour of strolling around the trees, pink elehfants got tired and desided to take a nap in the midst of many wild strawberries, she indeed had sweet dreams, smelt kinda like strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;I have switched off for now... too hot to function..hmm...I should find sth to amuze myself or Ill fall asleep in a minute. that cannot happen though, dont wanna get fired just yet. I have to admit I cannot wait when all this work is finally over and we start preparing for Asia. Ive been in Europe for too long now and from time to time its seriously driving me craZ/mad. I know this though I will not give up, even if someone payed me, Ive come way too far man..blah, feelin a bit patriotic here "ha-haa" mmm never the mind.&lt;br /&gt;7 and half weeks to go till 1st of September...then to Tvind, then half month, maybe 1,5 month more and no more work for this year :)&lt;br /&gt;well the time better fly fast till then!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14333388-112090186757267061?l=blatakubla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/feeds/112090186757267061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14333388&amp;postID=112090186757267061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/112090186757267061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14333388/posts/default/112090186757267061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blatakubla.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-of-those-weird-days.html' title='one of those weird days'/><author><name>Taku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174182586425688432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
