<?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-6588831774385691812</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:12:10.938+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mes negyvensim liūdesy!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-5735496630536382407</id><published>2008-09-30T00:31:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:59:16.954+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vat tu du?</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SOFPXht-ZAI/AAAAAAAAAOY/WTNa5hGF9Bo/s320/vat+tu+du.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251565906097497090"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rinkimai, rinkimai artėja, kad juos kur. Vat ir iškyla tada tokie egzistenciniai klausimai - už ką balsuot? Iš esmės juk mes ant Lietuvos neturim normalių politinių partijų, kurios vadovautųsi konkrečiomis ideologijomis, o tik kažkokius neaiškius tvėrinius, besimaskuojančius po tam tikrais pavadinimais. Vien jau ko vertas Kirkilo pasisakymas apie alkoholio reklamos draudimą: "Nemanau, kad draudimais galima kažką pasiekti" ar mūsų liberalų balsavimas dėl valstybinės šeimos politikos koncepcijos... ech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pasikalus politologė sako, kad Lietuvoj išvis politikos nėra. Na va, tai veik trečiojo pasaulio šalis esam... Nei folitikos, nei folitinių fartijų, nei friekinių dantų...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na, užtat žinau, už ką tikrai nebalsuosiu - nei už Valinsko visų žvaigždžių partiją ((c) &lt;a href="http://www.blogas.lt/uzkadro" target="_blank"&gt;Roota&lt;/a&gt;), nei už betvarkę ir bezpredielą - tikrai nenusipelnė. Nei socdemai, nei Frontas. Beje, remiantis paskutiniais duomenimis, sunkiai Paleckiui sekas su kadrais, mat paskambinus į biurą atsiliepia ne kokia tai partijos sekretorė ar panaši belenkokio svarbumo administracinio aparato atstovė, bei ogi votgi takže ne kas kitas, kaip pats partijos galva. Lengvas nustebimas pagauna, bet nieko. Po to, kai man, asmeniškai man, o taip pat asmeniškai pusei Lietuvos paskambino pats Artūras Zuokas, gyvenimas įgavo naują prasmę! Tik vat damn, neturiu telefono aparato su toninio rinkimo režimu, tai su tuo sovietinius laikus menančiu daiktu, liaudyje plačiau žinomu kaip telefonas, nepavyko man apie Artūro ir jo partijos žygdarbius susižinot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet nieko, dar liko laiko, dar ką nors išsirinksiu. Arba, gero draugo patarimo vedamas, pripaišysiu kiaulių ant rinkimų biuletenio :) O įkvėpimui siūlau užmest akį į &lt;a href="http://www.blogas.lt/uzkadro/419158/politikuoju.html" target="_blank"&gt;Rootos straipsnį&lt;/a&gt; bei &lt;a href="http://zudykreklama.lt/1435-visi-i-rinkimus" target="_blank"&gt;mūsų politikų blockbuster'ius&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O šiaip, kas dėl ėjimo balsuoti ne ten, kur esat priregistruoti - nifiga netiesa, kad negalima. Dar ir kaip galima! Einat į tos vietos, kur gyvenat, savivaldybę spalio 8 ar spalio 9, turėdami iš Vyriausiosios rinkimų komisijos tinklapio atsispausdintą rinkėjo pažymėjimą ir balsuojat, balsuojat, ir dar kartą balsuojat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-5735496630536382407?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/5735496630536382407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/5735496630536382407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2008/09/vat-tu-du.html' title='Vat tu du?'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SOFPXht-ZAI/AAAAAAAAAOY/WTNa5hGF9Bo/s72-c/vat+tu+du.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-3650434498889887775</id><published>2008-09-25T18:05:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T18:12:30.992+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-it magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SNuqCAQxdeI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/P0OJdGoRGww/s320/Post-it+magic.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249976742037255650"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got completely hypnotised by this one and am aching to try it at work, muahahaha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y1rZqw5bXb4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y1rZqw5bXb4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-3650434498889887775?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/3650434498889887775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/3650434498889887775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2008/09/post-it-magic.html' title='Post-it magic'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SNuqCAQxdeI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/P0OJdGoRGww/s72-c/Post-it+magic.PNG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-7849185203124756526</id><published>2008-09-06T14:14:00.009+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T14:14:01.128+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SL-7kX7IGyI/AAAAAAAAAOI/yDAOEHSjS3c/s320/Magic.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242114724854242082"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music is magic. I have two clips for you, the ones I really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First - more of Goldfrapp. This song has a mysterious sound to it, I think it would definitely find its place in a Bond movie, as it has that certain something. It's name - &lt;i&gt;Human&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c3WUohYWBnU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c3WUohYWBnU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Are you human or a dud?&lt;/i&gt; Now that's a good question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other one is by Röyksopp - an electronic music duo from Norway. I just fell in love with the song and the clip - it's different in so many ways! Rapid, but at the same time it gives you a feeling of security. Rebellious, but there's still room for tradition. Anyway - &lt;i&gt;Only this moment:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ST2BGQWeOgY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ST2BGQWeOgY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I hear it a strange feeling creeps inside. And I love it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-7849185203124756526?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/7849185203124756526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/7849185203124756526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2008/09/magic.html' title='Magic'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SL-7kX7IGyI/AAAAAAAAAOI/yDAOEHSjS3c/s72-c/Magic.PNG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-5672450232080280450</id><published>2008-09-03T20:35:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:06:22.142+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SL7R9-Wyi-I/AAAAAAAAAN4/n8NcAWnGoME/s320/Chicago.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241857878946647010"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no no no no - haven't been there yet :) Although I wouldn't really resist the offer - I always wondered what is it like in the country that people tend to go to and live the American Dream. Alright, it's not as mass as it used to be, but it's still happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my Finance and Business IT Systems' lecturer said this week that he hopes to be alive on the day that the US are no longer the world's strongest economy, hehe. Well - good luck to ya. Quite frankly... I wouldn't mind seeing that either. Just out of curiosity, you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's right - I'm attending classes in university again! And to top it, I also became a mentor for two Erasmus students that came to study here. Erasmus is a Europe-wide student mobility programme of the EU. And a mentor is someone who meets the international students at the Airport, and guides them around. Fun. Especially al the parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... moving on to the REAL topic of this post (would you believe it?! There actually is one!). I thought I should let you in on one of my favourite movies - "Chicago". Rarely does Hollywood produce anything as good as this (IMHO). Here are some of my favourite moments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And now Ladies and Gentlemen! The keeper of the keys, the countess of the clink, the mistress of murderer's row - Matron Mama Morton!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ikz9fLl1BYQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ikz9fLl1BYQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I know. Bad quality. That's why you have to watch the movie and really see her performance - definitely worth it! That's Queen Latifah performing (duuuh - but just in case you didn't know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Finale - wow, what a show! I could watch them forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yEzlqrPsRvA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yEzlqrPsRvA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's more to the movie than just this. If you have an ear for jazz and enjoy a good movie (and are living on a deserted island - only this fact could justify the fact that you've still haven't seen it! Okay - either that or being abducted by aliens, who hypnotised you into thinking that you hate the actors in this movie and it's really crap) - go for it. Seeing it twice (thrice, four times... you name it, personally, I've lost count) is also a good idea ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's good, isn't it? Nowadays...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-5672450232080280450?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/5672450232080280450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/5672450232080280450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2008/09/chicago.html' title='Chicago'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SL7R9-Wyi-I/AAAAAAAAAN4/n8NcAWnGoME/s72-c/Chicago.PNG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-6705600533844104800</id><published>2008-08-28T19:30:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T19:39:41.742+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to posting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SLbS3zNpxFI/AAAAAAAAANw/gDksd7aDebo/s320/back+to+posting.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239607072574260306"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has certainly been a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summer holiday has been long, wild, fantastic and somehow came unexpected to this part of my life - my blog. Well, I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summer has certainly been generous - a lot of new people, some of them really special, new places and of course a lot of travelling. Yep, I've still got the travel bug and I intend to keep it that way ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile - the latest updates from YouTube. That's how music's made:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_E0EJLRkysM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_E0EJLRkysM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lovely Goldfrapp:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/krqoPTTDhjA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/krqoPTTDhjA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-6705600533844104800?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/6705600533844104800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/6705600533844104800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-posting.html' title='Back to posting!'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SLbS3zNpxFI/AAAAAAAAANw/gDksd7aDebo/s72-c/back+to+posting.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-3341613873826462758</id><published>2008-07-10T21:46:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:14.166+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely July</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SHZZNZbVXTI/AAAAAAAAANo/rHfsr3Jzj0Q/s320/Lovely+July.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221458904681372978"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-left: auto; visibility:visible; margin-right: auto; width:450px;"&gt;&lt;embed style="width:435px; visibility:visible; height:270px;" allowScriptAccess="never" src="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/mp3player-othersite.swf?config=http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/config/config_black_noautostart.xml&amp;mywidth=435&amp;myheight=270&amp;playlist_url=http://www.profileplaylist.net/loadplaylist.php?playlist=39470062" menu="false" quality="high" width="435" height="270" name="mp3player" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" border="0"/&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.profileplaylist.net&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/images/create_black.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.profileplaylist.net/standalone/39470062 target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/images/launch_black.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.profileplaylist.net/download/39470062&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/images/get_black.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-3341613873826462758?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/3341613873826462758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/3341613873826462758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2008/07/lovely-july.html' title='Lovely July'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SHZZNZbVXTI/AAAAAAAAANo/rHfsr3Jzj0Q/s72-c/Lovely+July.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-8050147804962709117</id><published>2008-07-02T21:41:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:14.925+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SGvOkMrKywI/AAAAAAAAANI/c00f4_5572k/s320/up.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218491714511751938"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that I'm looking up to the sky too many times - not that it's a bad thing in my view, but many people are surprised to know this. Well, we all have our little crazy hobbies and this is just one of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing like a clear blue sky and a day full of sunshine - that's enough to keep me happy for the day. At times like these the verse from Goldfrapp's "A&amp;E" comes into my head: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"It's a blue, bright blue Saturday - hey, hey..."&lt;/span&gt; This is the song that completes a sunny day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is just as good though - clouds. White ones, the huge and light ones. Soft. How can you pass them by? Unless you're in a hurry and don't even raise your head running to whatever. Stop. Look around and smile to the people in the street. Most of the time, they'll reward you with a smile :) And take a peek up there, where they're taking it easy. Floating over the horizon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SGvPN0UUiqI/AAAAAAAAANQ/AZXbNt4iJnY/s1600-h/Atvaizd004.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SGvPN0UUiqI/AAAAAAAAANQ/AZXbNt4iJnY/s320/Atvaizd004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218492429527976610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SGvPmk9aJeI/AAAAAAAAANY/gPkpaZ4QZps/s1600-h/Atvaizd000.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SGvPmk9aJeI/AAAAAAAAANY/gPkpaZ4QZps/s320/Atvaizd000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218492854902072802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SGvP3wfMuYI/AAAAAAAAANg/JJcBn9OKU9c/s1600-h/Atvaizd013.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SGvP3wfMuYI/AAAAAAAAANg/JJcBn9OKU9c/s320/Atvaizd013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218493150054365570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-8050147804962709117?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/8050147804962709117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/8050147804962709117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2008/07/up.html' title='Up'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SGvOkMrKywI/AAAAAAAAANI/c00f4_5572k/s72-c/up.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-6384177322851537468</id><published>2008-06-17T15:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:15.135+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The sounds of June</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SFbAe9fl8SI/AAAAAAAAANA/sCKW1plmxOI/s320/sounds+of+june.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212565256863609122"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little something for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-left: auto; visibility:visible; margin-right: auto; width:450px;"&gt;&lt;embed style="width:435px; visibility:visible; height:270px;" allowScriptAccess="never" src="http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/mp3player-othersite.swf?config=http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/config/config_black_noautostart.xml&amp;mywidth=435&amp;myheight=270&amp;playlist_url=http://www.musicplaylist.us/loadplaylist.php?playlist=37512060" menu="false" quality="high" width="435" height="270" name="mp3player" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" border="0"/&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.musicplaylist.us&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/images/create_black.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.musicplaylist.us/standalone/37512060 target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/images/launch_black.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.musicplaylist.us/download/37512060&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.musicplaylist.us/mc/images/get_black.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-6384177322851537468?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/6384177322851537468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/6384177322851537468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2008/06/sounds-of-june.html' title='The sounds of June'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SFbAe9fl8SI/AAAAAAAAANA/sCKW1plmxOI/s72-c/sounds+of+june.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-3231625909813009900</id><published>2008-06-16T21:43:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:15.292+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Penktadienis</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SFa-JyXKpLI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bQTMHA3KRW4/s320/Penktadienis.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212562694074967218"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trumpai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo - penktadienis. Varau namo paskutiniu troleibusu. O kadangi prie žiedo Laivės prospekte kloja asfaltą, mat tiesia aplinkkelį, jie ten kažką padarė su troleibusų laidais. Įvažiavęs į tą atkarpą, kur tiesia kelią troleibuso variklis truputį prigeso ir vairuotoja surėkė - "Pastumkit, nūū!" Na ką... troleibuse beveik vien jaunimas - išbėgo stumt apie 15 vyrukų. Iš pradžių ne kas tesigavo, bet po to kažkas suvadovavo - "vienas, du, trys, stumiam!" - ir ūsuotasis pajudėjo. Tiesa, produktyvus stūmimas pasibaigė tada, ka kažkas iš stumiančiųjų suriko "Davai vyrai, iki Lazdynų dar stumiam!" Laimei, troleibusas atsigavo ir jau burzgėdamas riedėjo link tilto. Antrą kartą išlūžo visas trūlas: troleibusui važiuojant kažkas sušuko "Ei, o gal dar kas nors stumia?!". O plojimai pasigirdo tada, kai jau išvažiavom iš tos kelio dalies, kur vyko darbai ir vairuotoja gerokai padidino greitį :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vilnius. Čia gera. Kaip rašė Greta, dalyvavusi kokurse "Haiku Vilniui"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I longed for Paris&lt;br /&gt;I believed in Rome but&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with Vilnius"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-3231625909813009900?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/3231625909813009900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/3231625909813009900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2008/06/penktadienis.html' title='Penktadienis'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SFa-JyXKpLI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bQTMHA3KRW4/s72-c/Penktadienis.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-6651448713857289917</id><published>2008-06-09T20:28:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:15.746+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Va taip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SE1s3JiApmI/AAAAAAAAAMw/lJch94HG2dc/s320/va+taip.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209940038644704866"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kažkurią čia dieną, pavargę nuo sesijos džiaugsmų nusprendėm su draugais išdūmt į Klaipėdą. Beje, ta "kažkuri" diena buvo ketvirtadienis. Geriausias dalykas buvo tas, kad visi 3 (būtent tiek mūsų važiavo) kitą dieną turėjome egzus. Bet... oras fantastiškas, saulutė šypsosi - kodėlgi ne? Susitarimas tebuvo vienas - tą dieną niekas negalvoja apie mokslus ir paprasčiausiai turim gerą laiką.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ir ką manai? Pavyko! Tik nuvykę prie jūros ir ikvėpę to oro, visai kitokio negu čia, Vilniuje, supartome, kaip pasiilgome tų kraštų... Nesilankėme prekybcentriuose, nėjome net į miestą - tai buvo diena, kai galėjome džiaugtis vienas kito draugija ir tiesiog smagiai pasibūti pliaže ir pasiklausyti jūros. O pliažas tądien atrodė taip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SE1qYNXtx_I/AAAAAAAAAMo/7nUwGDW_V4M/s1600-h/Atvaizd008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SE1qYNXtx_I/AAAAAAAAAMo/7nUwGDW_V4M/s320/Atvaizd008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209937308076066802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ir pasirodo visai neprašoviau suta kelione prie jūros prieš pat egzą!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penktadienis. Sunkiausias semestro egzas - teisės teorija. Laiko dvi grupės - apie 60 žmonių. Ateina dėstytoja ir sako, kad savo gimtadienio proga (jos gimtadienis šeštadienienį) nusprendė būti gera. Na, chebra paploja - gal lengvesnius klausimus duos? Nė velnio! Ta sako, kad egzo galima išvis nerašyti - galima pasirinkti koliokviumo pažymį. Rašėm vieną tokį semestro vidury. Na ką... daugumai egzaminas pasibaigė po 10 minučių ir jau galėjome pasigirt įvertinimu :) Penktadienis buvo tobulas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Džiaugtis paprastais dalykais. Supratau, kad ši savybė niekur nedingo ir tikrai nesiruošiu jos paleisti. Bet mielai ką nors dar "užkrėsčiau" ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-6651448713857289917?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/6651448713857289917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/6651448713857289917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2008/06/va-taip.html' title='Va taip!'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SE1s3JiApmI/AAAAAAAAAMw/lJch94HG2dc/s72-c/va+taip.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-4689797145411315462</id><published>2008-06-04T17:42:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:15.997+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reklama! (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SEbfvQ_XMrI/AAAAAAAAAMg/MeKIVWZC8m0/s320/reklama2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208096022208131762"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taigi va. Sesijos universitetuose tiesiogiai įtakoja bloguose pasirodančių įrašų skaičių :) O turint omenyje tai, kad toli gražu nebuvau pavyzdingas studentas ir dar kažkiek skolų iš visokių ten namų darbų prisirinkau per visas savo keliones tai laikotarpis prieš sesiją buvo ypač smagus. Bet šį kartą ne apie tai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaip ir žadėjau, tęsiu socialinės reklamos temą. Ši yra iš &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Amnesty International&lt;/span&gt; - mane tikrai "užkabino":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tVCAbJ2J868&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tVCAbJ2J868&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O šita smagesnė, apie rūkymą:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mrbeEmN-EdE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mrbeEmN-EdE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ir vis dar karts nuo kartozonduoju YouTube platybes ieškodamas kažkonaujo - taigi, lauk tęsinio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O čia ne įtemą. Pasimaivymas, kurį jau matė virš 3 milijonų interneto vartotojų ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6jQ-QDzyhpo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6jQ-QDzyhpo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-4689797145411315462?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/4689797145411315462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/4689797145411315462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2008/05/reklama-2.html' title='Reklama! (2)'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SEbfvQ_XMrI/AAAAAAAAAMg/MeKIVWZC8m0/s72-c/reklama2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-7894151228034407969</id><published>2008-05-17T21:52:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:16.192+02:00</updated><title type='text'>No melody</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SC8rRdg1XcI/AAAAAAAAAMY/eGygh8opifg/s320/No+melody.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201423673616326082"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you just know it? They've got a song, but it ain't got no melody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_g-wl3cYyfs&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_g-wl3cYyfs&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-7894151228034407969?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/7894151228034407969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/7894151228034407969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-melody.html' title='No melody'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SC8rRdg1XcI/AAAAAAAAAMY/eGygh8opifg/s72-c/No+melody.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-187990836957720685</id><published>2008-05-14T21:25:00.012+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:17.537+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The sky above Vilnius</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SCs1BNg1XWI/AAAAAAAAALo/syws1YhxPZg/s320/The+sky+above+Vilnius.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200308489652886882"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what have I been up to for the last few days you may wonder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first and foremost I was up to my neck with stuff from university - like assignments and tests, brrr those are not nice! And it's almost the exam session, though somehow I don't really worry too much about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for a more exciting part of the story - recently I've been taking pics of the sky in Vilnius with my mobile, so here are some of the better ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SCs1ZNg1XXI/AAAAAAAAALw/bI7DPBfaIyc/s1600-h/Atvaizd002.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SCs1ZNg1XXI/AAAAAAAAALw/bI7DPBfaIyc/s320/Atvaizd002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200308901969747314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SCs1q9g1XYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/LPRCPttPYtc/s1600-h/Atvaizd000.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SCs1q9g1XYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/LPRCPttPYtc/s320/Atvaizd000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200309206912425346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SCs17Ng1XZI/AAAAAAAAAMA/YqD5ns3nfZc/s1600-h/Atvaizd001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SCs17Ng1XZI/AAAAAAAAAMA/YqD5ns3nfZc/s320/Atvaizd001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200309486085299602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SCs2Odg1XaI/AAAAAAAAAMI/FcuBEFaNI3s/s1600-h/Atvaizd003.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SCs2Odg1XaI/AAAAAAAAAMI/FcuBEFaNI3s/s320/Atvaizd003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200309816797781410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SCs2idg1XbI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/fKUP0tuhSQU/s1600-h/Atvaizd005.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SCs2idg1XbI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/fKUP0tuhSQU/s320/Atvaizd005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200310160395165106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's also something that made me wonder lately. It was just one of those times when my mp3 player went dead and I had no more music in my headphones (I'm addicted to that). And I was taking the bus. These two grannies right next to me were talking about how well they were actually feeling, that the doctors are okay, but then they suddenly changed the topic and started discussing how would they like to be buried, in what kind of coffins... sharing experience and thought about funerals they've recently been to... for half an hour or so! And I was worried... don't they have anything other to discuss? Is life suddenly all about dying and having a proper funeral when you hit a certain age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly not!!! No, I don't want to believe that when you're old there's no joy in your life. There is, and some people are living proof of that. I still have to go and ask them about their secret - how do you keep a youthful mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never lose my optimism and never mend those few screws that are loose in my head (and help me to take it easy :) - that's the promise I gave myself after getting off the bus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-187990836957720685?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/187990836957720685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/187990836957720685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2008/05/sky-above-vilnius.html' title='The sky above Vilnius'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SCs1BNg1XWI/AAAAAAAAALo/syws1YhxPZg/s72-c/The+sky+above+Vilnius.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-8104443024135543128</id><published>2008-05-08T20:49:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:18.700+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Discoveries in my mobile</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SCNBYuXjoCI/AAAAAAAAALY/GIh08nVsO2E/s320/Discoveries+inmy+mobile.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198070287935184930"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guess what? Here's something I've recently discovered on my mobile phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Vilnius - as seen from Gediminas' Hill:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SCM99-Xjn-I/AAAAAAAAAK4/FhAEucTgJJM/s1600-h/Atvaizd003.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SCM99-Xjn-I/AAAAAAAAAK4/FhAEucTgJJM/s320/Atvaizd003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198066529838800866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Castle (yes, yes, we in Vilnius can proudly call this a Castle, with a capital C) on top of that same hill:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SCM_FeXjn_I/AAAAAAAAALA/FwR8Lx8vytw/s1600-h/Atvaizd004.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SCM_FeXjn_I/AAAAAAAAALA/FwR8Lx8vytw/s320/Atvaizd004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198067758199447538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Brandenburg Gate, waaay back from my trip to Berlin this February:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SCM_teXjoAI/AAAAAAAAALI/VKcOtYxe2Jw/s1600-h/Atvaizd007.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SCM_teXjoAI/AAAAAAAAALI/VKcOtYxe2Jw/s320/Atvaizd007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198068445394214914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah - and one of the districts in Vilnius. The sky caught my eye:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SCNAd-XjoBI/AAAAAAAAALQ/XWiy6lbpimk/s1600-h/Atvaizd013.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SCNAd-XjoBI/AAAAAAAAALQ/XWiy6lbpimk/s320/Atvaizd013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198069278617870354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that the photos are of good quality, you understand. But still,there's something specialabout them - all those blurry parts give your imagination a chance. And it's only up to you to put some life into those photos and make them vivid ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-8104443024135543128?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/8104443024135543128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/8104443024135543128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2008/05/discoveries-in-my-mobile.html' title='Discoveries in my mobile'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SCNBYuXjoCI/AAAAAAAAALY/GIh08nVsO2E/s72-c/Discoveries+inmy+mobile.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-8639131877641949473</id><published>2008-05-08T20:41:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:18.891+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Zemfira</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SCM8OOXjn9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/9rEOdJtH280/s320/Zemfira.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198064609988419538"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nors daina perdainuota, bet nerealiai graži. Ir anime prie jos visai dera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l0wBPbi3l3o&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l0wBPbi3l3o&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-8639131877641949473?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/8639131877641949473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/8639131877641949473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2008/05/zemfira.html' title='Zemfira'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SCM8OOXjn9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/9rEOdJtH280/s72-c/Zemfira.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-4032895066260591559</id><published>2008-05-07T22:05:00.011+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:20.979+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Voyageur</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SCIFfuXjn1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/LPRTCfD3NjY/s320/Voyageur.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197722962519891794"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jau kelias dienas man knieti pasidalinti su tavimi keliomis nuotraukomis iš pasibaladojimų po įvairius Lietuvos kampelius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vilnius (kaip aš be jo?). Viskas prasideda ir baigias čia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SCIGx-Xjn3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/mW7L6FNtQZk/s1600-h/Vilnius.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SCIGx-Xjn3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/mW7L6FNtQZk/s320/Vilnius.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197724375564132210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mūsų upeliūkštis :) Nemunas ties Druskininkais:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SCIJEOXjn4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/qsUnn8aqqt8/s1600-h/Nemunas+ties+Druskininkais.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SCIJEOXjn4I/AAAAAAAAAKI/qsUnn8aqqt8/s320/Nemunas+ties+Druskininkais.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197726888120000386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ir prie Liškiavos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SCIJnOXjn5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1f4YL0T4WM4/s1600-h/Nemunas+prie+Liskiavos.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SCIJnOXjn5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1f4YL0T4WM4/s320/Nemunas+prie+Liskiavos.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197727489415421842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kažkada seniai seniai čia Trakuose buvo valtis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SCIKSOXjn6I/AAAAAAAAAKY/JUXzkN10ccI/s1600-h/Buta+valties.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SCIKSOXjn6I/AAAAAAAAAKY/JUXzkN10ccI/s320/Buta+valties.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197728228149796770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spėk kur:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SCIKjOXjn7I/AAAAAAAAAKg/sLcwWNIZ-58/s1600-h/Trakai.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SCIKjOXjn7I/AAAAAAAAAKg/sLcwWNIZ-58/s320/Trakai.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197728520207572914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trakų turgus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SCILV-Xjn8I/AAAAAAAAAKo/NnruboiiP-g/s1600-h/Traku+turgus.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SCILV-Xjn8I/AAAAAAAAAKo/NnruboiiP-g/s320/Traku+turgus.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197729392085934018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gražu :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-4032895066260591559?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/4032895066260591559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/4032895066260591559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2008/05/voyageur.html' title='Voyageur'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SCIFfuXjn1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/LPRTCfD3NjY/s72-c/Voyageur.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-1314872159049849360</id><published>2008-05-06T02:33:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:21.707+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Na va</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SB9ir1qkX1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/VkHPh9aioNo/s320/Na+va.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196981000288362322"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne itin informatyvus įrašo pavadinimas, bet būtent taippavadinau savo kompe kelias dienas tunojusį failą, kurį rašiau Diuseldorfo oro uoste - veizėk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Na va… eilinį kartą man nesisėdi namie ir šįkart, po Druskininkų, Liškiavos, Merkinės ir Aukštadvario dar nusitabalavau i Aacheną. Tai yra tuo metu, kai tai rašau esu tabalavimosi ten procese, nes matai Aachenas yra per mažas miestas turėt savo oro uostą, taigi nusiuntė mane į Diuseldorfą. Išsiaiškinęs kur čia po galais ta traukinių stotis ir tai, jog „Nach“ žymi paskutinę maršruto stotelę laimingas laukiu savo traukinio iš 4 kelio (kelias = Gleis), 09:32. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadangi šiaip rytais esu biški prie tinginių tai pavalgyt aišku tingėjau ir sėdėdamas airBaltic lėktuve (na tiksliau tas lėktuvas priklauso Air Express, kažkaip labai dažnai jie su airBaltic kooperuojas...) gavęs meniu sukau galvą ką čia pasirinkus. Karštą patiekalą su vištiena ar sumuštinius su sūriu ir kumpiu. Skirtumas aišku yra – sumuštiniai 10 lt, vištiena 10 eurų. Bet kadangi gyvenimas šiaip žiaurus ir negailestingas teko jamt vištieną. Na,... buvo skanu, bet jos ten maža. Nors prie jos dar duoda vyno, sūrių rinkinį, bandelę ir „Mars“ šokoladuką, vis tiek kažkaip labai jau daug neprisivalgiau. Nors  pelėsinis sūris buvo pasaka, mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadangi taip jau yra, kad vakar buvau Aukštadvary o šiandien 7 turėjau lėktuvą, aišku negalėjau ten pasilikt ir teko gaudyt paskutinį autobusą namo. Išsiaiškinau kur ten yra ta stotelė kurioje vietinės viešojo transporto priemonės stoja (beje, užvadinta „Nikronys“), pasikonsultavau su 118 dėl tvarkaraščių – sakė paskutinis autas yra kažkiek po 20 – ir išsishooflinau į tą stotutę jo laukt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirmas siurprizas buvo stotelėj iškabintas tvarkaraštis. Paskutinis autobusas yra 16 val. Bet nieko, mes tsakant sunkumų nebijom ir nusprendėm laukt (mes = me myself and I). Ir mano džiaugsmui, jis atvažiavo. BET. Matai, stotelė yra už posūkio, taigi vairuotojas negali matyt, laukia kas jo ten ar nelabai. Taigi – iš už miškelio išlenda autobusas. Varo gerai, greitai. Aš stoviu ramiai – jis nestabdo. Aš prieinu arčiau kelio – jis nestabdo. Kažkaip neramu daros. Vairuotojas tik truputį pristabdė ir žiūri į mane. Tai susilyginom mes su autu ir galvoju nifiga – noriu namo. Tada pradedu mosikuot rankom kaip kofeino perduozavus  varna ir skleist priešmirtinius garsus, galvoju gal susigraudins ir pagailės vargšo manęs, gyvatė. Dievas yra! Jis vairuoja autą Kaunas-Prienai-Vilnius. Tiesa sustabdė per kokį puskilometrį nuo stotelės, bet svarbu rezultatas. Visas apsipatenkinęs atvariau namo. Na, tiksliau iš pradžių į darbą, nes ten palikau bilietus į traukinius Vokietijoj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O šiaip nieko čia kol kas gero. Nuskraidino iš pavasariškai džiaugsmingo ir SAULĖTO Vilniaus į kažkur kažkur kur apsiniaukę ir lyja. Kai jaustis? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turi gi jie čia technikos stebuklų. Patiko jų „Sky lift“ oro uoste – tokie a-la traukiniai, nors jokių ten bėgių nerasta, jie pakabinti varinėja – tai yra visas tas mechanizmas, kuris verčia juos judėt yra ant stogo ir jie skrieja virš žemės. Be vairuotojo. Tai biški keistokokai pasijauti kai supranti kad čia koks nors kompas tave veža.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O desertui - nuotraukos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technikos stebuklas atrodo taip: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SB9rk1qkX5I/AAAAAAAAAJo/1CVnq84NSCo/s1600-h/H_bahn_duesseldorf1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SB9rk1qkX5I/AAAAAAAAAJo/1CVnq84NSCo/s320/H_bahn_duesseldorf1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196990775633928082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aachene konstruoja kažkokius nuliovus skraidančius aparatus, įdomu kam :) ?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SB9me1qkX2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/1aSzQDrfu3E/s1600-h/IMG_1431%5B1%5D" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SB9me1qkX2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/1aSzQDrfu3E/s320/IMG_1431%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196985174996574050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miesto katedra turi gražų balkoną (žinau, kad jis ne balkonu tikriausiai vadinamas, bet mano žinios architektūros srityje apsiriboja šiuo terminu panašioms konstrukcijoms pavadinti):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SB9pWVqkX3I/AAAAAAAAAJY/NwZ17aIqIzo/s1600-h/IMG_1436.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SB9pWVqkX3I/AAAAAAAAAJY/NwZ17aIqIzo/s320/IMG_1436.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196988327502569330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ir miesto gatvės...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SB9qG1qkX4I/AAAAAAAAAJg/Pf-jVL_BjAw/s1600-h/IMG_1428.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SB9qG1qkX4I/AAAAAAAAAJg/Pf-jVL_BjAw/s320/IMG_1428.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196989160726224770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kada paskutinį kartą buvai pabėgęs nuo kasdienybės į kitą miestą?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-1314872159049849360?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/1314872159049849360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/1314872159049849360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2008/05/na-va.html' title='Na va'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SB9ir1qkX1I/AAAAAAAAAJI/VkHPh9aioNo/s72-c/Na+va.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-439959874193479725</id><published>2008-05-05T12:03:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:21.809+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanessa Paradis</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SB7PmlqkX0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/mzhio6jSjWI/s320/Vanessa+Paradis.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196819281884766018"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apsigyveno mano galvoj ši jos daina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/psHGKVVcHa8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/psHGKVVcHa8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-439959874193479725?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/439959874193479725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/439959874193479725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2008/05/vanessa-paradis.html' title='Vanessa Paradis'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SB7PmlqkX0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/mzhio6jSjWI/s72-c/Vanessa+Paradis.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-2377977574299821558</id><published>2008-04-30T17:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:22.124+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SBh-fVqkXzI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uw-9q9rXwlU/s320/Discovery.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195041247028600626"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest discovery made me feel somewhat like a spastic. Moi, I always thought that Sirtaki was a traditional Greek dance. Well, TV is actually good for something - I found out that it's not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually created in 1964. The music was written by Mikis Theodorakis and this is how the dance looked in the movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cXNApZ2ALiQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cXNApZ2ALiQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's a story to why the music goes from slow to fast as well. You see, Anthony Quinn, who played the title character, broke his leg during the filming. Of course he was no longer able to dance Sirtaki. That's why the image in the movie switches so suddenly from a closeup to something that looks like a panoramic view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amaaazing, isn't it :) ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-2377977574299821558?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/2377977574299821558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/2377977574299821558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2008/04/discovery.html' title='Discovery'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SBh-fVqkXzI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uw-9q9rXwlU/s72-c/Discovery.PNG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-5617003740448178930</id><published>2008-04-26T16:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:22.369+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Druskininkai</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SBMj5lqkXyI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xHm5hGiYuF0/s320/Druskininkai.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193534267558485794"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antrą kartą savo gyvenime (devyniolikos metų trukmės visgi, turiu kuo pasigirt!) nusitabalavau į Druskininkus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aišku būtinai reikėjo aplankyti legendinę "Širdelę". Ji vis tokia pat - pigi, savo dideliom porcijom ir nemirtinga padavėja su dviem kasytėm ir ryškiai rožinėm lūpom. Įėjęs į kavinę ir pradėjęs bendrauti su ja pirmiausiai pastebi ne ką kitą, o būtent LŪPAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vakarienė "Dainavoj" irgi verta dėmesio - kadangi Druskininkai ne per toliausiai nuo Grūto įsikūrė, matyt tie vėjai kartais čia užpučia ir atneša to sovietinio kažko - nes aptarnavimas per vakarienę buvo "stačiai sovietinis" :) Padavėjos padarė visiems didžiulę paslaugą visus aptarnaudamos ir dar su nuostata "kaip tu čia drįsti manęs klausti" atsakė į keletą klausimų. Jokių papaildomų porcijų - tik užsakytos, net jokios kalbos negali būti apie extra stiklinę sulčių. Jei nori - pirk, pakeliais parduodam, vienas kainuoja dešimt litų... O per pusryčius tai tas sultis gerokai atskiedžia vandeniu ir būna toksai spalvotas vanduo su sulčių prieskoniu. Ir dar kaip amerikietiškuose filmuose senukam dalija tabletes mažuose stikliniuose indeliuose :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet apart to - gražu. Oras pasakiškas ir labai norėčiau, kad likusios pavasario dienos būtų ne prastesnės - orų arba sutiktų žmonių prasme. Juk žmogus gali praskaidrinti bet kurią niūrią dieną.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keisti dalykai dedas. Nubudau visiškoje tyloje 6.45! Namie dešimt kartų pramiegočiau ir atsikelčiau piktas ant viso pasaulio :) Bet šis rytas man patiko - seniai neturėjau progos pasivaikščioti ir pasidžiaugti tokiu nuostabiu rytu. Ypač prie Nemuno, čiulbant paukščiams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O bet taigi tačiau - prisiminiau, kad pamiršau! Dar iš Airijos parsivežiau vieną keistoką naujieną apie tai, jog Belgijoje (taip, taip, iš Airijos apie Belgiją...) motinystės atostogos trunka 3 mėnesius. Nei man tai labai aktualu nei ką, bet ką aš žinau - po trijų mėnesių turi palikti vaiką darželyje ir shooflint į darbą.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dar Nyderlanduose yra labai geros baudos už vairavimą išgėrus - 10 000 eurų. Gerai pagalvotum prieš sėdant už vairo, ar ne? O jei apsirūkei biški - moki ne 10, bet 30 tūkstančių.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet anyway, nukrypstant nuo visų tų egzistencinių dalykų į lankas/miškus/geležinkelio stotis, šiai dienai puikia tinka daina:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5VPyso87fZU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5VPyso87fZU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It's a blue, bright blue Saturday - hey hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live it to the full!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-5617003740448178930?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/5617003740448178930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/5617003740448178930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2008/04/druskininkai.html' title='Druskininkai'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SBMj5lqkXyI/AAAAAAAAAIw/xHm5hGiYuF0/s72-c/Druskininkai.PNG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-7338642517407345653</id><published>2008-04-26T15:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:22.568+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ken Lee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SBMQbVqkXxI/AAAAAAAAAIo/GdTddqqZr2E/s320/Ken+lee.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193512857146515218"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tulibu dibu douchoo!!! One of my colleagues at work showed me this - well, it might not be perfect English, it's seriously broken really, but she's got a hell lot of self-confidence :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_RgL2MKfWTo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_RgL2MKfWTo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the "improved English" version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cT18LZItBLA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cT18LZItBLA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one really knows, but these are claimed to be the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VALENTINA HASAN&lt;br /&gt;"Ken Lee" Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ken to ken to sivmen&lt;br /&gt;nor yon clees toju maliveh&lt;br /&gt;When I gez aju zavateh na nalechu more&lt;br /&gt;New yonooz tonigh molinigh&lt;br /&gt;Yon sorra shooo&lt;br /&gt;Yes ee shooo, ooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken Lee tulibu dibu douchoo&lt;br /&gt;Ken Lee Ken Lee meju more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-7338642517407345653?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/7338642517407345653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/7338642517407345653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2008/04/ken-lee.html' title='Ken Lee!'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SBMQbVqkXxI/AAAAAAAAAIo/GdTddqqZr2E/s72-c/Ken+lee.PNG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-6940530360062481067</id><published>2008-04-23T18:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:22.741+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SA9T_FqkXwI/AAAAAAAAAIg/80A937W2g5g/s320/quote+of+the+day.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192461238699056898"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something short and simple:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Find the joy in your life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from a movie called "The Bucket List", which wasn't something very extra special, and yet something enjoyable and better than average :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I guess I should tell something about my absence, huh? I haven't been away anywhere or anything, noooo - I was having a hard time trying to talk to blogger from home and it was giving me error messages so I sourt of lost my posting mood quite quickly because of that. But thanks to the heavens above (uhuh), I have a laptop at work, so guess where this message came from :) ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the latest discoveries involved me finding an Irish souvenier I didn't really have intention to bring. The thing is, I had my laptop with me when I stayed at a hostel in Dublin (BTW it was the Dublin City Bunkhouse - great location and a well kept place too!) and put it into a deposit box - and had to pay 6 euro for that, but I'd get 5 back once I've returned the key. Of course I didn't forget the contents that were in there, but I brought home the key to the box as well. A completely useless key from the box number 203 - is there a better idea for an original souvenier?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-6940530360062481067?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/6940530360062481067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/6940530360062481067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2008/04/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SA9T_FqkXwI/AAAAAAAAAIg/80A937W2g5g/s72-c/quote+of+the+day.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-7346308593376576756</id><published>2008-04-17T21:20:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:23.376+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Duoda Airijoj elektros</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SAecMSKL5jI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Flb2LB5dud0/s320/duoda+airijoj+elektros.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190288830414710322"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duoda. Ne, rimtai. Ir nereikia čia meluot ir reklamuot tų adapterių, nes kuo puikiausiai į airiškas (AKA britiškas, nes tos irgi tokios pačios) rozetes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SAechyKL5kI/AAAAAAAAAH8/OKe8CpVMA3A/s1600-h/rozete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SAechyKL5kI/AAAAAAAAAH8/OKe8CpVMA3A/s320/rozete.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190289199781897794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;telpa mūsų europietiški kištukai:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SAegSyKL5lI/AAAAAAAAAIE/E09MSJVq-OY/s1600-h/rozete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SAegSyKL5lI/AAAAAAAAAIE/E09MSJVq-OY/s320/rozete.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190293340130371154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Škias taip. Norint paprastuoju būdu pritaikyti tas mandras rozetes veikti reikia išjungti srovę (pvz. aukščiau esančioje nuotraukoje srovė dešiniojoje rozetėje yra įjungta, o kairiojoje - išjungta) ir įgrūsti ką nors į viršutinę angą. Tuomet likusiose 2 nusileidžia apsaugos ir europietiški dalykai ten puikiai telpa :) Prieš įjungiant srovę nepamirštam ištraukti to daikto iš viršutinės angos, nes kitaip pasisveikinsi su elektra ir velnias žino kuo ten viskas baigsis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nors kištukai ten pas juos tai ką aš žinau:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SAekEiKL5mI/AAAAAAAAAIM/nIqK3vAuWYc/s1600-h/IMG_1281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SAekEiKL5mI/AAAAAAAAAIM/nIqK3vAuWYc/s320/IMG_1281.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190297493363746402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taigi, gal vis dėlto dar yra vilties sukurti tą &lt;a href="http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2008/04/vieninga-europa.html" target="_blank"&gt;vieningą Europą&lt;/a&gt;. Bet vis tik, kalbėdami apie studijas Europoje (t.y. ne salose) britai ir airiai sako "overseas" :D Panašiai ir su futbolu - išsireiškime "mes žaidėm su Europa" tas paskutinis žodis reikškia kokią nors šalį ar futbolo klubą iš "ne-salų".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tai, kad esame skirtingi ir daro bendravimą tokį įdomų!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;United in diversity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-7346308593376576756?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/7346308593376576756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/7346308593376576756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2008/04/duoda-airijoj-elektros.html' title='Duoda Airijoj elektros'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SAecMSKL5jI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Flb2LB5dud0/s72-c/duoda+airijoj+elektros.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-4545251730941613058</id><published>2008-04-16T21:48:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:24.131+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming home</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SAZLPCKL5cI/AAAAAAAAAHA/k11d0zGIlWg/s320/Coming+home.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189918342240789954"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! It's good to be home! But then again my little holiday in Ireland was fantastic! And who knew they had such beautiful mountains right next to Dublin. I've spent some time with friends at the Wicklow mountains and it was exceedingly enjoyable - the scenery was something like a Celtic fairytale. I didn't bring a lot of pictures with me, but here's a pic of one of the peaks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SAZNeyKL5dI/AAAAAAAAAHI/sn6CwoV264k/s1600-h/n714384880_358238_5021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SAZNeyKL5dI/AAAAAAAAAHI/sn6CwoV264k/s320/n714384880_358238_5021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189920811846985170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then of course there was Dublin and the crazy Irish weather - 4 seasons in one day :) But Dublin is definitely the city to come back to - not because the weather or the place as such - but because of the people! Now finally I know what is mean by an "Irish pub". No, it's not about a place - it's about the people! And the traditional Irish music. *sigh*:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SAZOgCKL5eI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/2Q_DsZV69E0/s1600-h/IMG_1321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SAZOgCKL5eI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/2Q_DsZV69E0/s320/IMG_1321.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189921932833449442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SAZO5CKL5fI/AAAAAAAAAHY/_XEMkUdNZ9Y/s1600-h/IMG_1348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SAZO5CKL5fI/AAAAAAAAAHY/_XEMkUdNZ9Y/s320/IMG_1348.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189922362330179058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SAZPXyKL5gI/AAAAAAAAAHg/3VaxPMqIMes/s1600-h/IMG_1346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SAZPXyKL5gI/AAAAAAAAAHg/3VaxPMqIMes/s320/IMG_1346.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189922890611156482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not going into detail here. You just have to experience Dublin. Take my word for it, it's well worth it. Go for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-4545251730941613058?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/4545251730941613058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/4545251730941613058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2008/04/coming-home.html' title='Coming home'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/SAZLPCKL5cI/AAAAAAAAAHA/k11d0zGIlWg/s72-c/Coming+home.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-8744311269673474109</id><published>2008-04-13T11:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:24.381+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A day off school</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R_0L_3a082I/AAAAAAAAAG4/pEi_k0hll3w/s320/Day+off+school.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187315537636815714"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I wonder would it be possible to do something like this to my school or university :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3fT-jX11poU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3fT-jX11poU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-8744311269673474109?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/8744311269673474109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/8744311269673474109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2008/04/day-off-school.html' title='A day off school'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R_0L_3a082I/AAAAAAAAAG4/pEi_k0hll3w/s72-c/Day+off+school.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-6281488022881458133</id><published>2008-04-11T09:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:24.503+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Swollen</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R_0Kc3a081I/AAAAAAAAAGw/E821UzoiQ4w/s320/swollen.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187313836829766482"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bzSaQdYgDw4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bzSaQdYgDw4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Our love is swollen. Made of the quietest shade of loud...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics are out of this world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-6281488022881458133?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/6281488022881458133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/6281488022881458133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2008/04/swollen.html' title='Swollen'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R_0Kc3a081I/AAAAAAAAAGw/E821UzoiQ4w/s72-c/swollen.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-2789785668620930131</id><published>2008-04-09T20:31:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:24.684+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Favourite time of the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R_0FqHa080I/AAAAAAAAAGo/yBjeoewv7TY/s320/fav+time.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187308566904894274"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guessed Spring you're wrong :) That favourite sixth season (the fifth was already taken - that's the one when you fall in love) is when you make a list of things you have to take, grab a suitcase and try to put all the things that you have on the list in there and later on - go to the airport and... go places!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that's so attractive about travelling, as one of my friends nicely put it, is that when you arrive to a place you've never been to before, you're like a clean sheet of paper. You can be whoever you want to be and, just for a short period of time, start over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not just about seeing places, oh no! It's about meeting people. So when was the last time you've met someone new? If you can't remember, joining &lt;a href="http://www.hospitalityclub.org/" target="_blank"&gt;Hospitality Club&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.couchsurfing.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Couch Surfing&lt;/a&gt; might be of some help to you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, one of the things to "pack" are songs. There's nothing like listening to "Come away with me" by Norah Jones while sitting by an airport window. Some other songs are on my list today as well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laleh - Live today&lt;br /&gt;Katie Melua - Halfway up the Hindu Kush &amp; On the road again&lt;br /&gt;Gotan Project - Diferente&lt;br /&gt;Feist - My moon my man (the song reminds me of the &lt;a href="http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=zWrNCCx2p5U" target="_blank"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Crow - All I wanna do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on, but I'll stop here so that you won't fall asleep :P Just one more song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k12ZybN8vfc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k12ZybN8vfc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's dreamy! And I really miss the Nelly from the first album, she lost her zing somewhere on the way to the second one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back sometime next week (hopefully). Meanwhile, do check back for updates - Blogger in Draft has some &lt;a href="http://bloggerindraft.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-feature-scheduled-posts.html" target="_blank"&gt;really nice features&lt;/a&gt; to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raus von zu Haus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-2789785668620930131?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/2789785668620930131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/2789785668620930131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2008/04/favourite-time-of-year.html' title='Favourite time of the year'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R_0FqHa080I/AAAAAAAAAGo/yBjeoewv7TY/s72-c/fav+time.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-3461501494540492376</id><published>2008-04-08T11:32:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:24.830+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Laimė</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R_psIpydLQI/AAAAAAAAAGU/zpoLCl1klNU/s320/Laime.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186576816782781698"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kas tai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kovo pabaigoje dalyvavau mokymuose lygių galimybių tema. Kiekvienam dalyviui buvo išdalintos kortelės su rolėmis. Aš tapau 21 metų ŽIV infekuota mergina. Be to, jog eilinį kartą supratau, jog ne kas kitas, o mes patys nuodojame gyvenimą žmonėms, kurie gyvena su ŽIV, pradėjau galvoti apie laimę. Mat turėjome susikurti savo personažo gyvenimo istoriją, o vėliau atsakinėti į klausimus apie jo gyvenimą. Paskutinis buvo - ar jautiesi laimingas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vėliau, išdiskutavę tai grupėje, priėjome išvadą, jog laimė - labai subjektyvus dalykas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taip! Jaučiuosi laimingas! Ir nors kartais ne viskas nusiseka, bet tas jausmas tūno manyje ir niekada nenorėsiu jo paleisti. "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ne tas turtingas, kuris supamas įvairių valdų, bet tas, kuriam nereikia daug; ne tas skurdžius, kuris nieko neturi, bet tas, kuriam daug reikia&lt;/span&gt;" (Finansinių idėjų raidos konspekte tokios minties atrasti tikrai nesitikėjau...). Su laime tas pats. Negi giedras mėlynas dangus nesugeba padaryti ko nors laimingu? Geba - mane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Visiems dažniausiai pritrūksta vienos laimės sąlygos, kurią kiekvienas turime atsinešti savyje - dovanos mokėti būti laimingu.&lt;/span&gt;" Emanuel Wertheimer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sustok neilgam ir nebežiūrėk į tuos globalinius planus ten, ties horizontu. Pažiūrėk aplinkui. Pažiūrėk atgal. To, ką ten pamatysi, tikrai turėtų pakakti laimei. O jei ne... galėsiu padėt ir padovanot savo laimės gabalėlį. Tik pažadėk, kad nepamesi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Materilaiųjų gėrybių civilizacija dažnai klaidingai tapatinama su laimės laikais. Norint būti laimingu, be kitų sąlygų (subjektyvių ir individualių), yra privalomas ryšys su kitu žmogumi, o ne daiktais.&lt;/span&gt;" Maria Szyszkowska&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Žmonės yra tai, kas svarbiausia. Nuėjęs į parduotuvę rasi ten daugybę daiktų, bet... Skubėkime mylėti žmones - jie taip greitai išeina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Laimės takeliai keisti. Kai kurie žmonės geba pastatyti savo laimę beveik iš nieko, išsaugoti ir išpūsti net nykiausią kibirkštį, nors vėjuota ir lyja.&lt;/span&gt;" Hanna Kowalewska&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavosi nelabai rišli žinutė, bet neredaguosiu jos - paliksiu minčių kratinį. Tokį šiltą ir savą. Spragas užpildyk pats :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-3461501494540492376?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/3461501494540492376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/3461501494540492376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2008/04/laim.html' title='Laimė'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R_psIpydLQI/AAAAAAAAAGU/zpoLCl1klNU/s72-c/Laime.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-5704404048283505374</id><published>2008-04-07T21:22:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:25.100+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vieninga Europa...?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R_pmq5ydLPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AEckd5ASYg8/s320/Vieninga+Europa.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186570808123534578"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne nu ką aš žinau... Kokia dar vieninga Europa? Kokie dar kartu įvairovėje, ką? Vat ir susiplanuok tu kelionę į Airiją ir še tau kad nori - pasirodo ne kas kitas, o Dižioji Britanija ir Airija yra tos dvi šalys, kuios įneša destrukcijas į visą šitą kontinentą! Sugalvojo matai naudot čia kištukus rozetėms iš akmens amžiaus! Kažkaip visai jau susireikšmino :) "UK plugs are not the standard plugs used in much of Europe" - jie dar tuo didžiuojasi! Sugalvojau! Reikia, kaip dabar madinga, sukurt peticiją online ir spamint visiem, kad pasirašytų... Atrodo tas anglu stebuklas daugmaž taip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.slowtrav.com/images/europe/plugs_uk_4263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.slowtrav.com/images/europe/plugs_uk_4263.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... this has to be investigated further! Pažiūrėsiu kaip ten kas atrodo ir sugrįžęs pasistengsiu papasakot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O jei rimtai - gal netyčia turi paskolint adapter'į angliškom rozetėm :) ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-5704404048283505374?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/5704404048283505374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/5704404048283505374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2008/04/vieninga-europa.html' title='Vieninga Europa...?!'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R_pmq5ydLPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/AEckd5ASYg8/s72-c/Vieninga+Europa.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-5446671803911145176</id><published>2008-04-05T14:29:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:25.734+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Burbulinadas ir dar kai kas</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R_dki5ydLLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XBhTjup0FjY/s320/Burbulinadas.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185724046731193522"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Šlovė ir amžina garbė tam genialiam protui, kuris sugalvojo tokį pavadinimą limonadui! Visai netyčia aptikom tokį vienoj parduotuvėj Šalčininkų rajone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R_dlF5ydLMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/FApUybloNW8/s1600-h/IMG_1240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R_dlF5ydLMI/AAAAAAAAAF0/FApUybloNW8/s320/IMG_1240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185724648026614978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nustebino ir Forum cinemas - prisispauZdino matai skrajučių "Kino pavasariui":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R_dldJydLNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/RBxcM_g6-wM/s1600-h/IMG_1243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R_dldJydLNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/RBxcM_g6-wM/s320/IMG_1243.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185725047458573522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na, ir pagaliau pièce de résistance: šitą skelbimą mačiau viešbučio WC. Vyrų WC. Kodėl ten dar į kažkokią Madam kreipiamasi taip ir nesupratau... o jau kas ta canalization yra tai beats me...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R_dmOJydLOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Px5cD_X_tUA/s1600-h/Atvaizd005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R_dmOJydLOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Px5cD_X_tUA/s320/Atvaizd005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185725889272163554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYLIU visus tuos, kas sugalvoja panašių dalykų - gera kartais pastebėti tai, ko nepamato minios kitų žmonių ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-5446671803911145176?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/5446671803911145176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/5446671803911145176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2008/04/burbulinadas-ir-dar-kai-kas.html' title='Burbulinadas ir dar kai kas'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R_dki5ydLLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XBhTjup0FjY/s72-c/Burbulinadas.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-2016765283473805422</id><published>2008-04-03T22:14:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:26.439+02:00</updated><title type='text'>March...</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R_UsspydLHI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UpuTDWxeKY0/s320/March.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185099691630341234"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehm... yeah, I know - it is weird to start telling stuff about March when it's April already - duh. But still, better late than never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is that the weather was what you would call unpredictable over here just a while ago - cross my heart, this is how Vilnius looked in the end of March!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R_UtbZydLII/AAAAAAAAAFU/ARwt4SnoSFQ/s1600-h/Atvaizd001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R_UtbZydLII/AAAAAAAAAFU/ARwt4SnoSFQ/s320/Atvaizd001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185100494789225602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R_UtmZydLJI/AAAAAAAAAFc/t-cVVX42l3s/s1600-h/Atvaizd002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R_UtmZydLJI/AAAAAAAAAFc/t-cVVX42l3s/s320/Atvaizd002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185100683767786642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun... for a while - no one really heard of snowmen at this time in these here parts of the world - but we took advantage of the opportunity and 3 lovely snowmen-families were born. I was desperately trying to let them enjoy the "Spring" by keeping my fridge door open at all times, but, alas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still, it changed rather quickly to something light, sunny, warm and fantastic - I just caught this on my way to work the other day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R_UwIJydLKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/lT_Sd3Mp_jw/s1600-h/Atvaizd003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R_UwIJydLKI/AAAAAAAAAFk/lT_Sd3Mp_jw/s320/Atvaizd003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185103462611627170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why are warm and sunny Spring days bring so much joy to me - but I hope it won't stop anytime soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-2016765283473805422?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/2016765283473805422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/2016765283473805422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2008/04/march.html' title='March...'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R_UsspydLHI/AAAAAAAAAFM/UpuTDWxeKY0/s72-c/March.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-687777722157932864</id><published>2008-03-31T21:17:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:26.778+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reklama!</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R_EqxJydLGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/HJR62W_d3wc/s320/Reklama.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183971670009654370"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne ne ne ne ne, palauk, dabar nėra tas laikas, kai reikia griebti pultelį ir perjungti kanalą. Kitokia reklama. Socialinė. Ta, kurios lietuviai, mano manymu, vis dar neišmoko kurti (na ok, tas bandymas su karstais automobily ir pro langą išlekiančia mergaite gal ir buvo neblogas, bet per daug paskanintas žiaurumu. Ir vėlgi - o jei neturi jie vaiko, neturi! Tai... lyg ir saugos diržai nereikalingi...). Norėčiau pasidalinti su tavimi keliais vaizdeliais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Šią kampaniją inicijavo "Dove". Gerai jau gerai, tegul tai vis tiek reklama, bet sutik - žinutė tikrai yra kitokia, nei įprastose kosmetikos reklamose:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hibyAJOSW8U&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hibyAJOSW8U&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ir tas galioja ne vien moterims...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ir dar viena reklama iš "Dove" - ši buvo pradėta rodyti po tos, kuria matei aukščiau:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JaH4y6ZjSfE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JaH4y6ZjSfE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taigi - mažiau dairymosi į žurnalų viršelius ir daugiau pasitikėjimo savimi! Juk norime atrodyti gražūs tam, kad patiktume žmonėms, kad mus kas nors įsimylėtų ar whatever. Taip, be abejo, ne kiekvienas gali būti gražuoliu, BET - kad ir kaip nertumeis iš kailio, visiems vis vien neįtiksi. O tas, kas tave mylės, mylės ir visus savo trūkumus. Taigi... Rūpinkis savo išvaizda saikingai ;) O jau ant žurnalo viršelio gali patekti bet kada - tereikia apsilankyti &lt;a href="http://www.magmypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;čia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ir trečioji, mano pati mėgstamiausia! Be komentarų.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JyCinPNCm64&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JyCinPNCm64&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prie šios temos dar kažkada sugrįšiu - labai mėgstu originalias idėjas reklamose :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-687777722157932864?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/687777722157932864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/687777722157932864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2008/03/reklama.html' title='Reklama!'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R_EqxJydLGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/HJR62W_d3wc/s72-c/Reklama.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-4643002967000767003</id><published>2008-03-23T20:19:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:27.990+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kur kiekvienas miesto legendoj gyvena...</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R-afgZydLCI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ovF4HtVNs1A/s320/miesto+legendoj+gyvena.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181003800363478050"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha, ir vėl apie Vilnių! Tik keletas vaizdų. &lt;br /&gt;Nežinau, ar vis dar rasi juos ten nuėjęs, bet gan ilgai tie kedai ant perėjos ženklo prie ŠMC kabėjo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R-ag_ZydLDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/UydoYcOaEBI/s1600-h/Atvaizd011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R-ag_ZydLDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/UydoYcOaEBI/s320/Atvaizd011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181005432451050546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dar senamiesty kartais (kad ir šiandien) ganosi varnų pulkai:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R-ahSpydLEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/HzWs16o9WA4/s1600-h/Atvaizd001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R-ahSpydLEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/HzWs16o9WA4/s320/Atvaizd001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181005763163532354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ir be abejo prekybininkai moka nustebint. Kur ta kilmės šalis tai velnias žino... Gal ten šilta ir kasdien dalina ledus nemokamai :) ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R-ahuJydLFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/DWDg6NHjj4g/s1600-h/Atvaizd016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R-ahuJydLFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/DWDg6NHjj4g/s320/Atvaizd016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181006235609934930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastebėti. Tiek tereikia, kad rastum dar vieną progą nusišypsoti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-4643002967000767003?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/4643002967000767003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/4643002967000767003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2008/03/kur-kiekvienas-miesto-legendoj-gyvena.html' title='Kur kiekvienas miesto legendoj gyvena...'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R-afgZydLCI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ovF4HtVNs1A/s72-c/miesto+legendoj+gyvena.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-2096837928436612420</id><published>2008-03-19T20:23:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:28.086+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sau :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R-FabiuJAeI/AAAAAAAAAEc/yn4Hph8vWeo/s320/Sau.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179520475676082658"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Išlėkiau iš darbo anksčiau. Miego trūkumas pastarosiomis dienomis vargina. Bet grįžęs pagalvojau, kad seniai dariau ką nors tokio širdžiai mielo būdamas namie.&lt;br /&gt;Pagaliau radau laiko knygai. Nors tašėj pastoviai nešiuojuos Süskind'o „Kvepalus“ (hmm... ir kada ten buvo tas laikas, kai jau turėjau grąžint tą knygą i biblioteką...), bet vis nerandu jai laiko. O dabar skaičiau :)&lt;br /&gt;Linksmybių aišku reikėjo! Klausiausi dainų, kurios pripildo geros nuotaikos ir skleidžia šilumą. Neverčia galvoti apie prasmę, o tiesiog yra mielos ausiai ir nuspalvina vakarą ryškiomis spalvomis. Pametėsiu kelias - gera mėgautis paprasta ir šilta Yael Naim daina ir pasakiškas vasaros dienas primenenčiu klipu, ar daina iš mylimo fimo „Katytė juoda katinas baltas“ (neturiu nei žalio nei kokio mėlynai - oranžnio supratimo, apie ką dainuoja, bet KAIP dainuoja! Taip ir noris pašokinėt į rimtą). Ir aišku „Ironic“ - ta daina, kai galiu visiškai išsišėlti, ir pašokus nuo kėdės ar lovos dainuoti kartu - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;it's like rai-ain on your wedding day...&lt;/span&gt; Let go and let loose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-YUxbDEPFiM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-YUxbDEPFiM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qg44qKSbsdQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qg44qKSbsdQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8v9yUVgrmPY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8v9yUVgrmPY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dar lendu į vonią - jau neatsimenu kada paskutinį kartą tuo mėgavausi ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Džiaugtis paprastais dalykais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O kas verčia šypsotis tave? Jau sugalvojai? Nepraleisk progos padaryti ką nors širdžiai mielo - go for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vie est belle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-2096837928436612420?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/2096837928436612420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/2096837928436612420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2008/03/sau.html' title='Sau :)'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R-FabiuJAeI/AAAAAAAAAEc/yn4Hph8vWeo/s72-c/Sau.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-3315205399879965568</id><published>2008-03-19T19:48:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:28.288+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pozityviai!</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R-FSdiuJAdI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xLYTjSGSL2U/s320/Pozityviai.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179511713942798802"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;„Jei manai, kad gali – esi teisus. Jei manai, kad negali – taip pat esi teisus.“&lt;/span&gt; Henry Ford (1863–1947) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Būtent. Nesakau, kad užduočiai įvykdyti reikia tik (pasi)tikėjimo (savimi) – nes gali belenkaip pasitikėt savo jėgomis ir sumalt visišką šūdą. Bet – tarkim turi visus pagrindinius įgūdžius ir užduotį, kuri stūkso kažkur ten, ties horizontu, ir vis artėja. Puikiai suvoki, kad kažkada (o kartais ir ne „kažkada", o žinai tikslų laiką) ją teks įvykdyti. Net negalvok, kad negali. Saviįtaiga yra stiprus ginklas (Wikipedia apie sviįtaigą: Saviįtaiga yra procesas, kurio metu asmuo, treniruodamas ir veikdamas pasąmonę, siekia įteigti sau tam tikrus teiginius, mintis tam, kad šie įsitvirtintų pasąmonėje ir po to nesąmoningai veiktų žmogaus sąmonę. Pirmą kart perskaitęs pagalvojau - WHAT?! :). Ginklas, kurį gali (privalai) naudoti naudai, o ne žalai gauti. Žmogaus protas yra stebuklas. Stebuklas, kuriuo daugelis taip ir neišmokstame naudotis iki galo. Ir pats dar nemoku, bet bandau - kažkada pavyko išsiaiškinti, ką reiškia sustabdyti žagsėjimą susikoncentravus ties tuo. Nežinau, ar tai tą padarė mano mintys ar tai tebuvo sutapimas, bet rezultatas nustebino! O pradžiai:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pamiršti:&lt;/span&gt; man nesiseka, aš nieko negaliu padaryti, aš nieko nesugebu, esu bejėgis, man nepasiseks, aš nelaimėsiu, tai ne man, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Prisiminti (sužinoti) ir tikėti:&lt;/span&gt; aš galiu, aš padarysiu, aš įvykdysiu, man pasiseks, aš pavarysiu! Nagi, pratęsk sąrašą :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;„Kai tikrai ko nors trokšti, visas pasaulis padeda įgyvendinti tą troškimą.“&lt;/span&gt; Paulo Coelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;„Pesimistas kiekvienoje galimybėje įžvelgia sunkumų. Optimistas kiekviename sunkume įžvelgia galimybių.“&lt;/span&gt; Winston Churchill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;„Meistriškumas nėra įgūdis. Tai nusistatymas.“&lt;/span&gt; Ralph Marston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;„Kai neigiamas mintis pakeisi teigiamomis, pradėsi gauti teigiamus rezultatus.“&lt;/span&gt; Willie Nelson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tikėti. Pozityviai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-3315205399879965568?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/3315205399879965568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/3315205399879965568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2008/03/pozityviai.html' title='Pozityviai!'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R-FSdiuJAdI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xLYTjSGSL2U/s72-c/Pozityviai.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-7038916316578163852</id><published>2008-03-14T18:22:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:28.537+02:00</updated><title type='text'>KT Tunstall</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R9qoF5l9PmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wqGer3WmaGQ/s320/KT+Tunstall.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177418112504249906"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakyk ką nori, bet mergina tikrai turi talento. Ech... ir vat tada pagalvoji, kad kvailas vaikas buvai ir neišmokai groti gitara. Nors - niekada nėra vėlu, tereikia noro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oa8zN4ElAFM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oa8zN4ElAFM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X-K4CXvxNcw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X-K4CXvxNcw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IIO2qpSsUTA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IIO2qpSsUTA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;woo-hoo-oo, woo-hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-7038916316578163852?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/7038916316578163852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/7038916316578163852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2008/03/kt-tunstall.html' title='KT Tunstall'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R9qoF5l9PmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wqGer3WmaGQ/s72-c/KT+Tunstall.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-2408107034625976330</id><published>2008-03-14T04:11:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:28.889+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vilnius</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R9np3Jl9PkI/AAAAAAAAAD4/j0smzW629P0/s320/Vilnius.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177418112504249906"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R9nfbpl9PiI/AAAAAAAAADo/flfN9ynph3M/s1600-h/Atvaizd005.jpg"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R9nfbpl9PiI/AAAAAAAAADo/flfN9ynph3M/s320/Atvaizd005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177414912753614370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went up the Gediminas' Hill the other day and, listening to the tunes coming from my headphones, and did what I enjoy most doing when I'm out wondering along the streets alone - looked down at the city. My City. The place so special and yet so ordinary... The buildings which have been there for ages speechlessly watching time pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last visit up the Hill has puzzled me. I realised that I can't really define what is so special about Vilnius. Okay, sure, we do have the bridge with Soviet sculptures, and Angel in Užupis, a monument to Frank Zappa, Ponia Rožė (you can meet her any day out in the Old Town) and a hell of a lot other stuff, but this is not it! Is it because of the feeling Vilnius gives you? Is that enough to justify my opinion? I guess many would say not, but - for me, it is. The feeling inside - isn't that what really matters? Like that joyful feeling you experience when the weather finally becomes something more like Spring instead of Winter and you just know that days will be getting longer now and warm sunny days are there waiting for you. Do you have physical proof of it? No, just emotional. A few days of good weather don't prove anything but you are sure that Winter is as close to an end as ever. You know it's true. So now you know how I feel about My City! It's the best because of the feeling it gives you. That special emotion, that doesn't only come from things and places in Vilnius, oh no - its people are the ones who are also responsible for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...people and relationships, and not money and possessions, isn't it what this life's about?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-2408107034625976330?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/2408107034625976330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/2408107034625976330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2008/03/test_14.html' title='Vilnius'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R9np3Jl9PkI/AAAAAAAAAD4/j0smzW629P0/s72-c/Vilnius.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-7541207745936862584</id><published>2008-03-14T02:52:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:29.086+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vuelta</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R9nYHZl9PhI/AAAAAAAAADg/-k2C8CjxqlM/s320/Vuelta.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115632124870557122"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Vuelta&lt;/span&gt; - Spanish for "Return"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah it's strange how I've let my blog just be there for months with no updates. Honestly speaking, I have even thought about deleting it, but stopped. Why do that? So far the content, little as there is, that I've put here is really valuable to me and brings back memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, instead, what I've decided to do is to give it a look that's more vivid and, having given myself the promise to update it regularly, get it up and going again! Do come back from time to time ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-7541207745936862584?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/7541207745936862584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/7541207745936862584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2008/03/vuelta-spanish-for-return-ah-its.html' title='Vuelta'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/R9nYHZl9PhI/AAAAAAAAADg/-k2C8CjxqlM/s72-c/Vuelta.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-5735788375376312669</id><published>2007-09-29T17:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:29.337+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In a manner of speaking</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/Rv5gUFR8fcI/AAAAAAAAACE/ORlzAcr7uLY/s320/in_a_manner_of_speaking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115632124870557122" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something perfect for a sunny Autumn afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PPR2bK3kL5c"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PPR2bK3kL5c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I just want to say&lt;br /&gt;That just like you I should find a way&lt;br /&gt;To tell you everything&lt;br /&gt;By saying nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-5735788375376312669?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/5735788375376312669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/5735788375376312669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-manner-of-speaking.html' title='In a manner of speaking'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/Rv5gUFR8fcI/AAAAAAAAACE/ORlzAcr7uLY/s72-c/in_a_manner_of_speaking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-680323970222855599</id><published>2007-09-29T16:42:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:29.557+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stebuklinga gitara</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/Rv5Wq1R8fbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KiE-0ZsDM8A/s320/Stebuklinga_gitara.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115621520596303282" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gyveno kartą jaunas muzikantas, vardu Piteris, gatvėse jis grodavo gitara. Taip sukrapštydavo mokslams konservatorijoje: norėjo tapti roko žvaigžde. Bet pinigų neužteko, nes gatvėje buvo labai šalta ir praeidavo mažai žmonių.&lt;br /&gt;Vieną dieną, kai Piteris grojo "Crossroads", prie jo priėjo senis su mandolina.&lt;br /&gt;- Ar galėtum užleisti man savo sėdimą vietą? Ant kanalizacijos dangčio sėdėti šilčiau.&lt;br /&gt;- Žinoma, - sutiko Piteris, jis buvo gero būdo.&lt;br /&gt;- Gal galėtum man paskolinti savo šaliką? Man labai šalta.&lt;br /&gt;- Žinoma, - sutiko Piteris, jis buvo gero būdo.&lt;br /&gt;- Ar galėtum duoti man truputį pinigų? Šiandien nėra žmonių, aš sukrapščiau tik kelis skatikus ir esu alkanas.&lt;br /&gt;- Žinoma, - tarė Piteris ir taip toliau. Seniui jis atidavė visas dešimt monetų, kurias turėjo kepurėje.&lt;br /&gt;Ir tada įvyko stebuklas: senis pavirto vyru dažytomis blakstienomis ir lūpomis, ilgais oranžiniais plaukais, pasidabruota palaidine ir batais su dešimties centimetrų platformomis. &lt;br /&gt;Vyriškis tarė:&lt;br /&gt;- Aš esu Lučifumandras, specialiųjų efektų burtininkas. Kadangi man buvai geras, padovanosiu tau užburtą gitarą. Vos paliepsi, ji pati pagros bet kurį muzikos kūrinį. Bet prisimink: ji klauso tik tų, kurių širdis tyra. Vargas piktadariui, kuris bandys ja groti! Atsitiktų baisių dalykų!&lt;br /&gt;Sulig tais žodžiais suskambo galingas septintosios mi akordas, ir burtininkas pranyko. Ant žemės gulėjo strėlės formos elektrinė gitara, perlamutrinė, su gryno aukso stygomis. Apkabinęs gitarą, Piteris tarė:&lt;br /&gt;- Grok "Ehi Joe".&lt;br /&gt;Gitara ėmė groti geriau už Džimį Hendriksą, o Piteriui nereikėjo nieko daryti, tik apsimesti, kad groja. Sustojo begalė žmonių ir į Piterio kepurę pabiro monetos.&lt;br /&gt;Muzikai nutilus, prie Piterio priėjo vyriškis su krokodilo odos paltu. Jis prisistatė esąs muzikos grupių prodiuseris ir žadėjo padaryti Piterį roko žvaigžde. Iš tiesų po trijų mėnesių Piteris buvo pirmasis amerikiečių, prancūzų, italų ir malagasių klasifikacijose. Jo stėlės formos gitara tapo simboliu milijonams jaunuolių, o grojimo technikos jam pavydėjo visi gitaristai.&lt;br /&gt;Vieną naktį po puikaus koncerto Piteris, manydamas asąs vienas scenoje, paprašė gitaros pagroti ką nors ramaus. Gitara jam pagrojo lopšinę. Tačiau už teatro uždangos slėpėsi piktadarys Blekas Martinas, jam sėkmės pavydintis gitaristas. Jis suprato, kad gitara stebuklinga. Prisėlinęs Piteriui iš nugaros, nužudė jį, įbesdamas į kaklą trijų tūkstančių voltų kištuką. Tada pavogė gitarą ir perdažė ją raudonai.&lt;br /&gt;Kitą vakarą muzikantai susirinko į koncertą, skirtą per anksti išėjusio Piterio atminimui. Grojo Princas, Ponsas ir Parmentjė, Stingas, Stingstinas ir Stronhaimas. Tada į sceną išėjo Blekas Martinas.&lt;br /&gt;Pašnibždomis įsakė gitarai:&lt;br /&gt;- Grok man "Satisfaction".&lt;br /&gt;Ar žinot, kas įvyko tada?&lt;br /&gt;Gitara sugrojo geriau už visus Rolling Stones kartu paėmus. Taip piktadarys Blekas Martinas tapo roko žvaigžde ir niekas daugiau neprisiminė gerojo Piterio.&lt;br /&gt;Tai buvo stebuklinga gitara su gamybos broku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Stefano Benni "Baras po jūra"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-680323970222855599?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/680323970222855599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/680323970222855599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2007/09/stebuklinga-gitara.html' title='Stebuklinga gitara'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/Rv5Wq1R8fbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KiE-0ZsDM8A/s72-c/Stebuklinga_gitara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-7745265227254645749</id><published>2007-08-26T01:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:29.789+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Live today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/RtCzvxu0xSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xnDekzpIexc/s320/Live+today.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102776011195729186" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, there aren't a lot of lyrics. But the song is magic. It has been living in my head for quite a while now and perhaps some of you will like it too. Live today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wOTKwbGBvHs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wOTKwbGBvHs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-7745265227254645749?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/7745265227254645749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/7745265227254645749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2007/08/live-today.html' title='Live today!'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/RtCzvxu0xSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xnDekzpIexc/s72-c/Live+today.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-1481635182531282367</id><published>2007-08-26T01:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:29.969+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Germany</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/RtCrYBu0xRI/AAAAAAAAABs/rqQIhSSokC0/s320/Germany.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102766807080813842" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankfurt airport - big. Not too cosy though. The nicest airport I've been to so far was Copenhagen's Kastrup. Frankfurt has these weird metal ceilings and big lamps which are used for illumination - the strange thing is that the lamps are pointed towards the ceiling, so not all the light is reflected - whoever thought that up? The ceilings give it a cold and unpleasant atmosphere. Terminal A is okay - at least they have a lot of places where you can sit down, which is not the case in Terminal B - very few sitting places - the usual thing is just to sit down on the floor... And for a nice view on the runways and all the Jumbo Jets, go to McDonald's in terminal B :)&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I had some stereotypes about Germany and thought it wouldn't be as exciting and fascinating as it was. North Rhine-Westphalia is really something! But we Lithuanians are spoiled by some things and that becomes obvious when going abroad. Shops are usually open until 20 in Germany. What?!!! In Lithuania they're working 'til 22 (usually) or even 24, heck, we even have one big supermarket in Vilnius' city centre which is open 24/7! As strange as it may seem, I've been told that people don't go shopping that late in Germany. Could be true. I was living in further away from the city centre and the streets were empty at 22! It was weird and felt as if it was already past midnight - again, judging by the way Lithuanian cities look at this hour.&lt;br /&gt;Oh... Cologne, Bonn - wonderful cities, I miss them already. I'd prefer Bonn over Colongne though. The former capital is really nice - not very big, but that's what makes it special. And if you happen to be in Bonn - don't leave Königswinter and the nearby hills behind, you won't be sorry ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-1481635182531282367?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/1481635182531282367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/1481635182531282367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2007/08/germany.html' title='Germany'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/RtCrYBu0xRI/AAAAAAAAABs/rqQIhSSokC0/s72-c/Germany.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-1068294974583112281</id><published>2007-08-22T23:22:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:30.209+02:00</updated><title type='text'>When travelling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/RsybORu0xQI/AAAAAAAAABk/HvbxDz3CmyQ/s320/When+travelling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101623147484202242" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...be sure to pack only the stuff you REALLY need! So here I am again, back from another journey - this time it was a trip to Germany, by plane. It was fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some things you don't really need to pack:&lt;br /&gt;1. A book. Yes, if you actually plan to TRAVEL and not sit in the hotel. Since I did travel and only came back to the hotel late to sleep I wondered - where did the silly idea to take a book with me come from? And not one, oh no, I had to take two! It has only been a trip to Germany and back for these two, nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;2. Too many things to wear. Okay, I didn't really take a lot of things, but my colleague did. Can you imagine bringing 4 pairs of shoes and only wearing 2 during your stay? 3 sweaters but never even needing them because it's hot? Déjà vu? Aha, me too. Another reason why you shouldn't pack too many things is that you will need more space for all the goodies you're bringing back home - let me tell you, it wasn't easy finding extra space for 6 bottles of beer!!!&lt;br /&gt;3. A laptop. Forget the Internet! Forget work and movies - for another day. People used to live without Internet, computers and TVs back then - imagine that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on Germany still to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-1068294974583112281?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/1068294974583112281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/1068294974583112281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-travelling.html' title='When travelling...'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/RsybORu0xQI/AAAAAAAAABk/HvbxDz3CmyQ/s72-c/When+travelling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-4141697533776114583</id><published>2007-08-12T02:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:30.411+02:00</updated><title type='text'>(...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/Rr5SLaSkHOI/AAAAAAAAABc/seLEd5SaaJ0/s320/quiet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093754821234924754" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nusivyliau. Nusivyliau Žmogumi. Eilinį kartą. &lt;br /&gt;Nežinau kodėl – elgiuosi su kitais taip, kaip norėčiau, kad būtų elgiamasi su manimi. Kvailystė. Niekam tai nerūpi. Vartotojiškas pasaulis. Naivi asmenybė. Per daug naivi, kad sugebėtų išguiti romantiką iš savo širdies. Kad sugebėtų visą laiką galvoti apie savo interesus. Gal jau laikas? Gal laikas nusiimti tos rožinius akinius ir pamatyti pilkumą? Gyvenimo pilkumą....&lt;br /&gt;Musė skraidžiusi prie lempos tik ką apvirto ir dabar guli ant sparnų ir judina kojomis... Atsikėlė! Atsikelsiu ir aš. Eilinį kartą. Pamiršiu apie tai. Yra svarbesnių dalykų. Jei to neįvyko, vadinasi, neturėjo įvykti. Neleisiu, kad įvyktų. &lt;br /&gt;Pamiršiu. Ištrinsiu iš savo atminties. Iš širdies. Jaučiu, liko jau nebe daug. Sėdėdamas lėktuve galvosiu apie kitus dalykus. Pagaliau galėsiu užsiimti mėgiamu dalyku – keliauti ir tiesiog būti. Turėdamas rankoje kelionės bilietus jaučiuosi laimingas. Per daug laimingas, kad norėčiau nusiimti tuos rožinius akinius! It‘s not having what you want – it‘s wanting what you‘ve got! &lt;br /&gt;And life goes on…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-4141697533776114583?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/4141697533776114583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/4141697533776114583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='(...)'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/Rr5SLaSkHOI/AAAAAAAAABc/seLEd5SaaJ0/s72-c/quiet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-5448293002374513698</id><published>2007-08-01T18:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:30.580+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/RrCnBaSkHNI/AAAAAAAAABU/b9KWiMbsRBs/s320/Smile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093754821234924754" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one always makes me smile, not to mention that I was laughing like crazy the first time I saw it. I miss Benny. When I was around 7 years old, we had his show on TV, but only now I realise how much sense had been lost in translation! You can't really say United States of a miracle sounds like United States of America in Lithuanian, now can you? And other languages as well I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TeXxdcCSo7w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TeXxdcCSo7w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-5448293002374513698?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/5448293002374513698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/5448293002374513698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2007/08/smile.html' title='Smile!'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/RrCnBaSkHNI/AAAAAAAAABU/b9KWiMbsRBs/s72-c/Smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-2919546907159388381</id><published>2007-07-12T23:07:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:30.769+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nemiga</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/RpaKOUtoflI/AAAAAAAAABM/Nh_KBYx4XN4/s320/Nemiga.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082026046382581074" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naktis. Klausiau mėgstamų dainų iki pusės keturių. Nusprendžiau eiti miegoti, tačiau matyt mano miegas paklydo nakties labirintuose ir šiandien vėluoja. Jo nelauksiu.&lt;br /&gt;Atsikeliu, apsirengiu šiltai ir einu. Gatvės tuščios. Nuostabus jausmas. Pakeliui sutinku senutę, kuri maloniai nusišypso, pamačiusi, kad ne ji viena mėgsta vienišus pasivaikščiojimus prieš aušrą.&lt;br /&gt;Klaidžioju po mišką prietemoje ilgokai, kol randu tą vietą. Dažnai ateidavome čia būdami vaikais. Niekas daugiau apie ją nežinojo - ji buvo visiems matoma iš vieno upės kranto, bet genialiai paslėpta medžių tankumynuose kitame krante.&lt;br /&gt;Vilnių gaubia rūkas. Išsiliejęs tarp kitame upės krante augančių medžių, dailiai juos apgaubdamas jis greitai pakilo ir uždengė Nerį.&lt;br /&gt;Iš čia aušra atrodo nepakartojamai. Apima keistas jausmas. Geras jausmas. Jis įsėlina į kiekvieną mano dalelę ir įneša ramybės, džiaugsmo ir tikėjimo tuo, kas dar nepažinta. Dabar kaip niekad norisi veikti, kibti dantimis į šiandieną ir išspausti iš jos viską.&lt;br /&gt;Norėčiau čia dar pabūti, tačiau turiu grįžti. Miegas atsibeldė iki mano namų. Gaila, kad jį išvys septintos valandos ryto žadintuvo garsai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-2919546907159388381?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/2919546907159388381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/2919546907159388381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2007/07/nemiga.html' title='Nemiga'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/RpaKOUtoflI/AAAAAAAAABM/Nh_KBYx4XN4/s72-c/Nemiga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-6434834506084160385</id><published>2007-07-02T23:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:30.915+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful people</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/Role5XHqpXI/AAAAAAAAABE/icsoEbMb1h8/s320/beautiful_ppl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082026046382581074" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got something on my mind and I must share it. The web project beautiful people (BP) is by far the most crazy and idiotic idea I've ever heard of. And no, I didn't get dumped out of there - as for me, I didn't even bother to register, although I think I may have a chance to be accepted. BP is a "wonderful", "elite", "unique" project... yeah, right. The thing is an online community that doesn't accept just anyone, oh no - you have to be beautiful (as in good looking, not that they care about the person inside - the one that really matters!) and get good ratings by the people who are already in this community. So who says that you can't be beautiful even if good looks are not in your genes? You can still have a one-in-a-million unique and fascinating personality. If you get rejected, are you ugly beyond belief? Is there an online community for ugly people that you can now join? Guess not. Everyone is beautiful in their own special way (exceptions are extremely rare!). You don't need to join BP - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you're beautiful, no matter what they say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fFJTbXgFZ_8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fFJTbXgFZ_8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-6434834506084160385?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/6434834506084160385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/6434834506084160385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-got-something-on-my-mind-and-i-must.html' title='Beautiful people'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/Role5XHqpXI/AAAAAAAAABE/icsoEbMb1h8/s72-c/beautiful_ppl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-5631895734302710155</id><published>2007-07-01T04:10:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:31.043+02:00</updated><title type='text'>carpe diem</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/Rob_J3HqpWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/F4eZIhrwKMo/s320/carpe+diem.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082026046382581074" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penktadienis. Autobuso stotelė. Daug žmonių, tačiau puikiai girdisi tik vieno vaikino balsas. Kalba kažką apie tai, jog teko gyvent Airijoj ir Lietuvoj gyvenimas gerėja. Rankoj alaus skardinė, jo pašnekovai keistai į jį žiūri, lyg nekreipdami dėmesio. "Keista kompanija" - pagalvoju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Įlipu į autobusą - šalia važiuoja vėl tas pats vaikinas, tačiau draugų šalia jau nebėra. Jis pradeda kalbinti šalia sėdinčią senyvo amžiaus moteriškę. Jis tikras plepys, o ji nekalbi. Galų gale ši pradeda vadinti jį "anūkėliu" ir prašo prie jos nesikabinėti, o kalbinti jaunas paneles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O apie ką su jaunom pašnekėsi, apie suplyšusius prezervatyvus? Man įdomiau su Jumis, juk tiek patirties turit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tačiau ji nesileidžia į kalbas. Atrodytų, labai įprastas dalykas. Kasdieniškas. Visada žinojau, jog Lietuvoje toks dalykas kaip bendravimas su visai nepažįstamu žmogumi šiaip, dėl idėjos, yra neįmanomas. Stereotipas sugriuvo! Galime, mokame! Šnekos su kita mergina įsisuka apie kasdienius reikalus, išgertuves, gyvenimą užsienyje. Pasirodo, ši gyvena Egipte ir rytoj išskrenda. Jis neklausia, ar ji tekėjo už arabo, ar ten dirba - tai neįdomu. Jie džiaugiasi vienas kito kompanija, yra nuoširdūs, nes niekas neužduoda sunkių klausimų. Jis yra reperis (nors į tokį visai nepanašus), koncertuoja, dirba statybose. Gyveno Airijoje, o šiandien atostogoms grįžo jo sesuo ir jis pagaliau turi progą ją pamatyti. Ji labai pavargo, tačiau vakare dar laukia smagus pasisedėjimas su draugais, o ryte lėktuvas. Norėtų išsimiegoti, tačiau nebus kada. Atsisveikindami palinki vienas kitam sekmės. Jų balsai laimingi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kol važiavau, su juo kalbėjo dar 3 merginos. Nei viena nebendravo taip, lyg darytų jam paslaugą. Visi keleiviai klausėsi pokalbio. Žinau - visi šypsojosi, kadangi jis dažnai svaidė juokus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Išlipau. Eidamas namo galvojau, kiek nedaug reikia kai kuriems žmonėms, kad butų laimingi. Kitiems reikia labai daug. Pagalvoju, kad tolstu nuo pirmųjų. Kodėl? Nerandu atsakymo. Gal tai monotonija, kuomet paprasti dalykai tampa nepastebimi? Godumas? Galbūt esu per daug išpuikęs? Ar tiesiog pavargau... Nevertiname kai kurių dalykų tol, kol jų neprarandame. Pagalvoju apie tai, ko galėčiau netekti, ir į sielą įsėlina džiaugsmas. Neturiu daugelio dalykų. Bet turiu daugiau. It's not having what you want, it's wanting what you've got! Carpe diem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-5631895734302710155?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/5631895734302710155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/5631895734302710155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2007/07/penktadienis.html' title='carpe diem'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/Rob_J3HqpWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/F4eZIhrwKMo/s72-c/carpe+diem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6588831774385691812.post-8382122661929905532</id><published>2007-07-01T03:49:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:37:31.246+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The time is now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/Rob7w3HqpVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qsE1qQPEup4/s320/time_is_now.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082026046382581074" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This starts today! After finally getting a hang of the HTML editor and making my blog look nice I am ready and willing to speak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I? Noone special - I'm 18, a tall green-eyed guy from Vilnius, Lithuania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lithuania where? That's in the middle of Europe (or so the French scientists say), on the Eastern coast of the Baltic Sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's this blog for? Well, me. And all of the people who would like to take a peek inside my mind. I have been told I have a complex personality, I guess that's true, so I'll mainly be exploring myself and sharing anything I'd like to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6588831774385691812-8382122661929905532?l=espritcurieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/8382122661929905532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6588831774385691812/posts/default/8382122661929905532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritcurieux.blogspot.com/2007/07/time-is-now_01.html' title='The time is now!'/><author><name>esprit curieux</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07056062031526269352</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w1x2sNu4cE4/Rob7w3HqpVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qsE1qQPEup4/s72-c/time_is_now.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
