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haavatud-jumalanna-paranemispäevik

Arvustus

Mulle meeldis. Autor ise ongi öelnud et see on esiteks pigem selline kergem lugemise raamat raskel ajal. Ma ei saa aru miks osad inimesed tahavad peale seda sellest mingit hullu elulooraamatut või rohkemat kui Kerli ise sellele teosele suuna ja kasutusvaldkonda on andnud. Kui te olete katki siis te alustate väikestest sammudest kaasteeliste ja lähedaste toel. Muu jaoks on Kerli sotsmeedia, intervjuud ja muud raamatud hiljem. Ja no mis naine see ilma salapärata on. Kriitik Reena Purdele tahaks öelda et släng ei küsi vanust. Arvan et see ei ole teismelistele puhtalt suunatud raamat. Ma ei saa aru miks inimesed piltide seksapiili või siis kehaloomulikust probleemiks peavad jumalanna suundumise kultiveerimise puhul, paganlikud jumalannad on suhtelised kehajaatavad va muidugi situatsiooni eranditega. Kuulapsena tahan öelda et ei, Kerli ei ole kindlasti mitte bränd, kui siis midagi on bränd on see ainult looming. Minu arust oli naljakas et Postimees kontsern ise avaldas kriitilise arvustuse oma raamatu kohta aga eks balansina oli hea mõte. Aga jah igaühele oma. Kõik ei peagi seda raamatut lugema ega sellest kasu saama. Samas kui te ei ole hullu lagunemist läbi elanud mis tahes tasandil siis väita et see vaid ainult pildiraamat suurt kaasa ei aita on ennatlik. Kedagi võib see ju aidata teha esimest sammu paranemise suuna või suunata teele lõpuni aidata .Kui te selle raamatu kätte võtate siis avatud meelt ja südametuld .

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Haavatud jumalanna paranemispäevik

Laulja Kerli Kõiv on kirjutanud oma esimese raamatu just neile naistele, kes tunnevad, et nende tiivad on praegu veidi murtud. Teose kaante vahel on Kerli valusad kogemused ja konarlik paranemistee, aga ka talle kõige südamelähedasemad teadmised spirituaalsusest ning selle igapäevasest rakendam...

Something Wonderful

GoT Season 8: The Magnum Opus of Trash

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                                      Daamid ja härrad

Noh, teoorias siin tegelt mõtlesin nagu esimene lugu, albumil
Et siin võiks tegelikult all-in minna
Kui sa valmis oled

Sa oled hull, mu tšikk on hull
Ta on paranoias, ta peab nõiajahti mul
Et keda ma laigin, keda ma vahin
Kellele ma helistan, keda ma jahin
Mul pole tundeid, kallis, ma olen Terminaator
A' sa oled nagu väikene diktaator
Sest ma ju teadsin, vot see on ikka tase
Mu päikesekiir käseb, poeb ja laseb
Ta hääl lõikab nagu laser
Naaber ütleb: "Noored, olgem tasem!"
Ma teen meile süüa: pihvid ja ploff
Ma tutvun su isaga, kuigi ta on lohh
Ma lasen sul mängida, kuigi ma olen proff
A' varsti lähen lihtsalt sinna, kus on minu koht
Sest et...

Kui sa tahad mängida spiooni
Ma kingin sulle sünnipäevaks drooni
Ja suure teleskoobi, satelliit-telefoni
Sest kui sa tahad mängida spiooni
Ma kingin sulle sünnipäevaks drooni
Ja suure teleskoobi, satelliit-telefoni

Lihtsalt
Lenda üle minu hoovi
Kui ma hommik' lähen kooli
Ja kui õhtul lähen poodi
See kõlab täitsa sinu moodi
Ja ma sind muuta olen proovind
Kuid ennast muuta sa ei soovi
Sadomaso, tabasin sind teolt
Mind see kinni seob
Pühapäevahommik, tulen peolt
Vaatan Galileod
Ja mul ei olnud plaani üldse petta
Kuid ütle, miks mu suhkrutükk on kettas?

Sest kui sa tahad mängida spiooni
Ma kingin sulle sünnipäevaks drooni
Ja suure teleskoobi, satelliit-telefoni
Sest kui sa tahad mängida spiooni
Ma kingin sulle sünnipäevaks drooni
Ja suure teleskoobi, satelliit-telefoni

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A flight

“I am not this hair, I am not this skin, I am the soul that lives within.” JALAL AD-DIN RUMI

Chapter 1. Don’t Speak Malika Nööp sat uneasily on the 4th backseat of the yellow blue bus of Ekspressliinid. The bus was nearly packed, all the upscale comfy red leather seat chairs but one in mahogany toned interior were taken and light in the bus's saloon was almost dim. Thanks to tiny reading lights and dozens of operational tablet screens on the back of the chairs. Some people were watching different movies, reading e-books, e-mail or popular social network feeds on their devices. Others read books or magazines. And as always some did just nothing, eyes staring into the dimly lit landscape of the evening outside bus windows or slept their day fatigue off. Some had their glowing screens open to browse through the music list, earphones plugged into devices. So did Malika the 30 year old lass from Suur Pärnlinn. Her home city was de facto and de jure new capital of Estonia since re-administration reform of spring of 2019. Previous Centre Right-Left Coalition government of prime minister Georg Tatar of the Focal Party who finished the previous reform had a hard time staying popular and the general public didn't like their tax reform. Adding to their miserable 15 percent of approval rating, the country's E-Riigikogu had failed to adopt the State Budget and President Kristi Tiina Roosikalju had no option but to invoke Article 119. Call for extraordinary elections. Blitzkrieg-like campaign and parliamentary elections that followed brought majority seats to Centre Right- Conservative Alliance spearheaded by Readministration Party's new rising female leader Meeri Kala. New cabinet of Estonia’s first female prime minister ended up reopening former administration reform. Pärnu Parish also known as Greater Pärnu and City of Tallinn and all the municipalities along the road to both cities were honey-money talked to sit yet again behind tables of negotiations to unify those municipalities. No one believed that to happen, but the supercity parish of Pärnlinn stretching from artificial isles in Tallinn Bay down to sandy beaches of Pärnu Bay was finally forged thanks to mutual backroom and official agreements of deep state and party offices. Malika knew this well because not only because she grew up in Pärnu, now Southern Pärnlinn but she had keen interest for society and politics, even though she was born into family that were semi-devout God’s Witnesses of Final Era Church members who distanced themselves from politics and all stuff that was considered to be worldly and satanic by the Church and members. Her parents, Estonian father named Tormi and Bulgarian born mom Raina named her after grandma Malika, whose father Omar was originally from the sunny shores of Beirut, Lebanon. Cool exotic background some would think. Darn mixed-breed thought the others. Even in Malika’s case the only thing that betrayed her southern roots were raisin brown eyes and olive coloured skin. Those and maybe semi-long chestnut blonde hair. But that didn't matter to her now. She was not happy and somehow the playlist on screen enlisted a partly fitting soundtrack to her right into her face. As if someone who did that rock selection knew of her difficulties and dilemmas. And she was about to listen to rock. Rock n Roll, that dirty sticky wordly non-witness music. Elvis Pelvis music. If only her Church knew or parents, she thought. Don’t speak that out loud she told herself. Last thing she wanted everybody to know was that she was aboarding crazy train. But parents weren't here. Only her, music and busful of strangers. Alone in the whole wide world. Even though she was going home to parents and the Church. One last time. Time. That was running and going or dragging like chewing gum. Pink Floyd was right there on the list. This Flight Tonight. Nazareth. Oh how she adored rock. Even at her supermassive black hole moments it was her muse. A cloud with silver lining. Rock and metal too. It was an oasis to her. “Don't look back in anger” sang frontman Gallagher into her ears. “I won't” she decided, something snapped in her. I'll write the book, she thought. Yes, I'm gonna turn this around for me or at least I'm gonna give a shot...

February 1- 3rd 2018 - fixed bit, Pärnu Estonia