tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110024572011-04-21T19:47:46.280+02:00Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable.Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.comBlogger1121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-9767433506873338602009-01-29T09:08:00.001+01:002009-01-29T09:08:12.098+01:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-976743350687333860?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-22070771071284504822009-01-14T22:35:00.002+01:002009-01-14T22:36:15.774+01:00It was while gliding through these latter waters that one serene and moonlight night, when all the waves rolled by like scrolls of silver; and, by their soft, suffusing seethings, made what seemed a silvery silence, not a solitude: on such a silent night a silvery jet was seen far in advance of the white bubbles at the bow. Lit up by the moon, it looked celestial; seemed some plumed and glittering god uprising from the sea. <br/> --Chapter 51 (The Spirit-Spout)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-2207077107128450482?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-832728037338406152009-01-12T09:06:00.001+01:002009-01-12T09:06:39.688+01:00There is, one knows not what sweet mystery about this sea, whose gently awful stirrings seem to speak of some hidden soul beneath; like those fabled undulations of the Ephesian sod over the buried Evangelist St. John. And meet it is, that over these sea-pastures, wide-rolling watery prairies and Potter's Fields of all four continents, the waves should rise and fall, and ebb and flow unceasingly; for here, millions of mixed shades and shadows, drowned dreams, somnambulisms, reveries; all that we call lives and souls, lie dreaming, dreaming, still; tossing like slumberers in their beds; the ever-rolling waves but made so by their restlessness --Chapter 111 (The Pacific)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-83272803733840615?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-25187783461735271062009-01-11T10:25:00.002+01:002009-01-11T10:31:59.719+01:00Kadangi šitas blogas yra apie tai, ką aš jaučiu gyvendamas šiame pasaulyje, tikrai yra svarbu yra ir tai, kas lemia mano tokią savijautą. Arba bent jau kodėl viskas atrodo taip apgailėta ir suknistai beviltiška. O gyventi kažkaip toliau reikia, todėl nerasdamas išeities išsižadi savęs, bet tai ne sprendimas, nes nuo to tik dar blogai būna. Taigi ne seilėtis čia šitas blogas skirtas. Todėl štai dalinuosi vienu pokalbiu, kurį šiandien per penkis pažįstamus gavau: <a href="http://www.ziniur.lt/programa/archyvas?pg=3&cat=31&item=5839">Prie pietų stalo - Pokalbis su ekonomiste Aušra Maldeikiene</a> nice.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-2518778346173527106?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-66455489164162244162009-01-10T14:22:00.001+01:002009-01-10T14:22:44.367+01:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-6645548916416224416?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-28301295232324435162009-01-09T13:00:00.002+01:002009-01-09T13:00:56.783+01:00O nuo paniekos netoli ir pyktis<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-2830129523232443516?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-67647868098079264762009-01-09T12:59:00.000+01:002009-01-09T13:00:15.274+01:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w4QbD74E0Fk&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w4QbD74E0Fk&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-6764786809807926476?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-83951189417588767922009-01-05T14:49:00.001+01:002009-01-05T14:49:36.859+01:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-8395118941758876792?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-2935266203628540392008-12-30T09:52:00.000+01:002008-12-30T09:53:04.930+01:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yxR-qQtWx5U&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yxR-qQtWx5U&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-293526620362854039?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-82138291108950971812008-12-22T12:38:00.000+01:002008-12-22T12:39:16.077+01:00išsijunkite vaizdą, paklausykite <a href="http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=7F8A1543B4948757">Chad VanGaalen muzikos</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-8213829110895097181?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-50096704773163143152008-12-18T08:42:00.001+01:002008-12-18T08:42:31.860+01:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-5009670477316314315?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-41650756825283332632008-12-16T13:58:00.001+01:002008-12-16T13:58:27.082+01:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-4165075682528333263?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-60076113330475255722008-12-16T13:54:00.000+01:002008-12-16T13:55:40.886+01:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-6007611333047525572?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-47986136830149171652008-12-12T08:25:00.002+01:002008-12-12T08:26:06.519+01:00“Most countries have lots of people that just can’t be bothered. They will post on forums to express their anger, but not do anything worthwhile about it.” <a href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Torrentfreak/~3/86vI7R7F1-8/">source</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-4798613683014917165?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-72908749755510860312008-12-06T18:53:00.000+01:002008-12-06T18:54:16.225+01:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-7290874975551086031?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-39199968741873916402008-12-05T22:06:00.000+01:002008-12-05T22:07:02.842+01:00<pre> Be cheerful while you are alive. -- Phathotep, 24th Century B.C. </pre><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-3919996874187391640?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-81617077628874306822008-11-29T12:43:00.000+01:002008-11-29T12:44:25.555+01:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-8161707762887430682?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-48409785435542423732008-11-23T14:36:00.001+01:002008-11-23T14:37:23.825+01:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-4840978543554242373?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-50814506858730158012008-11-21T11:11:00.002+01:002008-11-21T11:12:13.715+01:00Bless the day he came to be <br> Angel's wings carried him to me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-5081450685873015801?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-49336470158955982052008-11-18T08:00:00.003+01:002008-11-18T08:05:11.023+01:00<blockquote> <pre> O chem ty voesh', vetr nochnoj, O chem tak setuesh' bezumno? Chto znachit strannyj golos tvoj, To gluho-zhalobnyj, to shumnyj? Ponyatnym serdcu yazykom Tverdish' o neponyatnoj muke, I roesh' i vzryvaesh' v nem Poroj neistovye zvuki. O, _strashnyh_ pesen sih ne poj Pro _drevnij haos_, pro rodimyj! Kak zhadno mir dushi nochnoj Vnimaet povesti lyubimoj! Iz smertnoj rvetsya on grudi I s _bespredel'nym_ zhazhdet slit'sya. O, bur' usnuvshih ne budi: Pod nimi haos shevelitsya!.. </pre> </blockquote> <small> Tiutchev, Fedor (1803–1873)</small><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-4933647015895598205?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-9121189449214543542008-11-17T14:41:00.001+01:002008-11-17T14:41:43.282+01:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-912118944921454354?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-54548511775362573082008-11-16T11:40:00.001+01:002008-11-16T11:40:30.318+01:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-5454851177536257308?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-31069099703791626872008-11-03T13:50:00.003+01:002008-11-03T15:53:45.974+01:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-3106909970379162687?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-60009361702491398662008-10-31T09:06:00.000+01:002008-10-31T09:07:33.546+01:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-6000936170249139866?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-81395288295483159302008-09-01T09:59:00.005+02:002008-09-01T10:12:40.424+02:00<blockquote>and time passes as a falling sand <br/> with sandy glass tumbling from the sky in the clouds <br/> and that vapour is yet where i have been not to <br/> which reminds me of the falling rains and winds <br/> and all that moves like fluids and smokes and ashes, <br/> everywhere, </blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-8139528829548315930?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-67921304325118008992008-08-17T16:43:00.002+02:002008-08-17T16:47:52.096+02:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lzhRr4PWD-Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lzhRr4PWD-Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object> Kodėl šitas jūtūbas nusipelnė pakliūti čia: <ul> <li>Berods 2008 sausio mėn Baltic Salsa Orchestra atlikai gyvai šį kūrinį, ir buvo nuostabu</li> <li>Kūrinis šiaip nuostabus, tik pabandyki įsijaust kiek daug čia energijos! </li> <li>Ir žinoma, kad nereikėtų kitą kartą ieškoti internete:)</li> </ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-6792130432511800899?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-60533261101213767812008-08-11T09:17:00.000+02:002008-08-11T09:18:18.979+02:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-6053326110121376781?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-32281713603342700822008-08-09T09:42:00.001+02:002008-08-09T09:44:12.401+02:00<small><a href="http://simplywait.blogspot.com/">Simply Wait</a></small><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-3228171360334270082?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-75424268657265406652008-08-07T14:00:00.000+02:002008-08-07T14:05:09.498+02:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-7542426865726540665?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-17515751335991493982008-08-07T08:34:00.000+02:002008-08-07T08:35:03.837+02:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-1751575133599149398?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-50078446070802485552008-08-07T08:30:00.002+02:002008-08-07T08:34:19.356+02:00<p>Marriage gives a false sense of security </p> <br/> <small>if understood as a fact, not a sign</small><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-5007844607080248555?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-29422596102228618732008-07-13T17:10:00.003+02:002008-08-07T08:30:43.713+02:00<blockquote> Fame is a vapor; popularity an accident; the only earthly certainty is oblivion. <br> -- Mark Twain </blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-2942259610222861873?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-5478032086995955382008-07-09T09:50:00.000+02:002008-07-09T09:51:06.539+02:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-547803208699595538?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-48604798312752050872008-06-15T10:29:00.001+02:002008-06-15T10:29:43.861+02:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-4860479831275205087?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-35894876764713476782008-05-28T11:49:00.002+02:002008-05-28T11:57:46.078+02:00<blockquote> Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future And time future contained in time past. If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable. </blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-3589487676471347678?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-23797985251345287642008-05-28T11:43:00.000+02:002008-05-28T11:44:55.120+02:00<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pc8tO52EVsk&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pc8tO52EVsk&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-2379798525134528764?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-34954249278777533222008-05-26T22:35:00.003+02:002008-05-26T22:41:41.116+02:00<blockquote> <pre> Net jei dabar staiga numirčiau Gyvenimas praslinktų kaip dangus Aš tik tave jame sutikčiau Nes tu Gyvenimas - skaičiuojantis drugius </pre> </blockquote> <small> disclaimer - autorius ne aš</small><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-3495424927877753322?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-67890959472926476402008-04-26T21:01:00.002+02:002008-04-26T21:15:50.175+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.simon.collins.dsl.pipex.com/photos/india/ladakh/images/02-02-Ind-Lamayuru-Prin-Kit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.simon.collins.dsl.pipex.com/photos/india/ladakh/images/02-02-Ind-Lamayuru-Prin-Kit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> <small><a href="http://darius.damalakas.music.googlepages.com/EightMilesThroughaMountainPass.mp3">Eight Miles Through a Mountain Pass</a></small> Kartais aš einu tarp didelių kalnų mažu keliuku, o muzika skamba galvoje.<br/> <br/> Žydinčios vyšnios, 8 mylios siauru kalnų keliuku, amžinos šviesos, lopšinė, jūros fantazija, dar šeši fragmentai koto ir galiausiai artojo daina.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-6789095947292647640?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-12666334629457253802008-04-11T09:14:00.001+02:002008-04-11T09:14:50.558+02:00<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bI0uq0MGxZE&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bI0uq0MGxZE&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-1266633462945725380?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-86229923962390824182008-04-10T20:08:00.005+02:002008-04-10T20:15:39.883+02:00<p>Saulė leidosi. Ji leidosi, o aš spoksojau į ją lyg idiotas, nesuprasdamas, kad jinai kyla paskutinį kartą, ir kad ji ne kyla, o leidžiasi, kad daugiau nebebus nakties, taigi nebebus ir dienos, nes diena be nakties neegzistuoja. Saulė grimzdo į jūrą, kurioje aš plūduriavau ir išvertęs akis spoxojau į žvaigždes, kurių niekada nepamatysiu iš taip arti, kaip esu dabar. Ištiesiu ranką paliesti lango. Stiklas šaltas ir skaidrus. Raudona saulės žara žiba baltos pusnys ant pušų ir kitų medžių, kurie jau skleidė lapus, kurie gerte gėrė rausvai oranžinį spindulių aromatą... [O žvaigždės artėjo. Artėjo virššviesiniu greičiu, poerdvėje, numušdamos milijonus kosminių muilo operų herojų, skubančių išvaduoti galaktikos... O man buvo px]... Ir niekada taip nenorėjau gyventi amžinai šią akimirką žiūrėdamas į raudoną saulę, kaip dabar...</p> <p> Rūkas nesisklaidė. Tirštas lyg pieniškas kisielius, iš šlykštus kaip pašildytame piene ištirpinta soda, šliaužė laukais. Aš stovėjau rūke ir šypsojausi. Mano kūno nebebuvo. Liko tik mintys. Akių neturėjau, nes mačiau tik pilkumą. Ausų irgi - nes girdėjau tik tylą. Ir tik atsibudęs supratau, kad sapnavau ant aukščiausio kalno... </p> <small> p.s. pagal raštą sprendžiu, kad čia ne aš rašiau, nors labai labai primena. :P Be to, lyg ir spoxojau rašoma su ks, man tas nebūdinga ;) </small><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-8622992396239082418?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-19353452581840713732008-04-07T08:55:00.003+02:002008-04-07T09:02:19.863+02:00<p> Prieš keletą metų, kai dar turėjau ypatingai užryškinantį spalvas fotoaparatą Mustek, buvau išleidęs savo asmeninių foto ir mano mėgstamos muzikos CD. <br> CD vadinosi "Life before death". </p> <p>Šiandien bevartydamas <a href="http://thomashawk.com/">Thomas Hawk Digital Connection</a> tinklaraštį radau vokiečių Walter Schels ir jo partnerės Beate Lakotta foto esė <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/society/gallery/2008/mar/31/lifebeforedeath">tuo pačiu pavadinimu</a>. Puikus sutapimas <br/> <small> <a href="http://thomashawk.com/2008/04/photo-essay-on-death.html">Šaltinis</a> </small> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-1935345258184071373?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-9976931057502342352008-04-01T13:09:00.000+02:002008-04-01T13:12:09.007+02:00<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cgrOD4PZzuY&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cgrOD4PZzuY&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object> <br/> Šiek tiek primena Jimi Hendrix'ą, ane :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-997693105750234235?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-26746757830451958072008-02-24T11:09:00.002+01:002008-02-24T11:11:12.229+01:00<p> These blue shoes seem to suit my soul, <br/> Since you shot that hole. <br/> Since you shot that hole in my heart <br/> </p> Katie Melua - <a href="http://darius.damalakas1.googlepages.com/07katiemelua-blue_shoes.mp3">Blue Shoes</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-2674675783045195807?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-83309862445779713702008-02-22T14:26:00.001+01:002008-02-24T11:09:39.924+01:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-8330986244577971370?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-7284487149904502152008-02-21T08:49:00.003+01:002008-02-21T08:53:47.602+01:00Radau puikų įrašą <a href="http://www.blogas.lt/dievuziniasklaida/">Dievų Žiniasklaidos</a> blog'e pavadinimu : <a href="http://www.blogas.lt/dievuziniasklaida/349267/">"Kirkilas – „Maximos“ reklaminis veidas?"</a> <blockquote> <p>O visi piktinosi, iš kur Kirkilas sugalvojo, kad maisto kainos Lietuvoje nukrito 20 proc. – nereikia piktintis, čia juk ne jis sugalvojo... </p> <p> Ir nebandykit daugiau premjero vadinti melagiu – šiuo metu tam tikro maisto kainos tam tikrose parduotuvėse tikrai sumažėjusios 20 procentų. Negi nematote reklamos – atkreipkite dėmesį į datą, „Maximos“ akcija vyksta vasario 19-25 d., o Kirkilas šią frazę leptelėjo tą pačią vasario 19 d. :] </p> </blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-728448714990450215?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-23796207006353232862008-02-19T08:03:00.002+01:002008-02-19T08:04:18.305+01:00<p>Žmonės juokiasi nesišypsodami.<br/> Žmonės apsikabina nenorėdami.<br/> Žmonės kalba dėl šilumos trūkumo.<br/> Ir visiems mums vieną kraują. Davė Žemė. Ir visi mes norime. Šilumos.<br/> </p> <a href="http://k.jakeliunas.com/viena-kose/">Kosto Jakeliūno</a> mintys<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-2379620700635323286?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-80033648797484357542008-02-19T07:57:00.002+01:002008-02-19T08:00:15.926+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.efoto.lt/files/images/7388/niekam%20nesakyk_2.thumbnail.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.efoto.lt/files/images/7388/niekam%20nesakyk_2.thumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> <p> <a href="http://www.efoto.lt/user/7388/nuotraukos">gumshoe nuotraukos</a></p.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-8003364879748435754?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-44210974305722770902008-02-18T13:54:00.000+01:002008-02-18T13:55:00.423+01:00<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WWyJJQbFago&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WWyJJQbFago&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-4421097430572277090?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-27234607591264401452008-02-18T11:35:00.004+01:002008-02-18T12:02:12.964+01:00<p> Images are powerful <br/> Powerful enough to divide<br/> To spread fear<br/> to remove hope<br/> powerful enough to unite<br/> To build trust, to inspire action<br/> <br/> Until now, images of the many<br/> Have been held in the hands of the few<br/> <br/> Finally, that is changing<br/> </p> <p> <object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pl3xHIsvF9o&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pl3xHIsvF9o&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object></p> <p>Plačiau apie tai čia: <a href="http://www.pangeaday.org/">Pangea diena</a></p> <p><small>P.S. Pangea renginys taip pat bus organizuojamas kaip minimum dviejose vietose: viena bus centrinė Vilniaus aikštė (organizuojama kažkas iš Ozo 4, galbūt ozo kino salės dalyviai??), o kitas renginys bus tikrai toostyje (toostis.com). <br>p.p.ps. jei dar nesate toostyje, galiu prijungti, kontaktuojame :)</small></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-2723460759126440145?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-47483587849357910852008-02-09T20:19:00.000+01:002008-02-09T20:27:35.266+01:00How do you feel homeless inside? <br/> Where is the line? <small>(in your actions which make you feel so?</small> <p> Softly, deftly, music shall caress you <br/> Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you <br/> Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind <br/> In this darkness which you know you cannot fight <br/> The darkness of the music of the night <br/> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-4748358784935791085?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-42789442921268245792008-02-08T09:19:00.000+01:002008-02-08T09:40:42.467+01:00<p> Vėl basa kilimu žolės, <br/> O gal slystu nuo kopos jūron<br/> Su audra vėjas susitaikė <br/> Gimsta šiluma iš lėto<br/> Nesvarbu, kad naktį dar šąla<br/> Tau gražu ledinė žemė<br/> Su aušra paukščiai bunda mes užmiegam </p> <p> Dienoje daug ilgų savaičių<br/> Kol užmiega saulė<br/> Tekina bėgu link tavęs<br/> Nebėra sapne apgaulės<br/> Akyse ilgesio mėnuliai<br/> Nuo kurių vanduo liepsnoja<br/> Gal gerai, kad dar nebuvom susitikę</p> <p> <small> P.s. Labiausiai patinka vėjo ir audros susitaikymas ir šilumos gimimas, graži ledinė žemė (o, taip, ji tikrai tokia graži), nebėra sapne apgaulės</small> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-4278944292126824579?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-43540336125096441622008-02-02T09:52:00.000+01:002008-02-02T09:54:36.648+01:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-4354033612509644162?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-16364883948092725712008-02-01T08:44:00.000+01:002008-02-01T08:47:26.283+01:00<script src="http://personaldna.com/t/?k=vjxluslSxOPYNVV-OO-AADCD-d78d&t=Benevolent+Leader"> </script> Visus mano rezultatus galite peržiūrėti čia: <a href="http://www.personaldna.com/report.php?k=vjxluslSxOPYNVV-OO-AADCD-d78d"> My personalDNA Report</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-1636488394809272571?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-88397825006487289312008-01-31T22:55:00.000+01:002008-01-31T22:56:52.096+01:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-8839782500648728931?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-85241082941191877302008-01-23T19:22:00.001+01:002008-01-23T19:24:54.780+01:00.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-8524108294119187730?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-18646761884885524882008-01-23T15:21:00.000+01:002008-01-23T15:22:02.664+01:00<p>Bet kas gali pasenti. Tam nereikia talentų ar sugebėjimų. </p.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-1864676188488552488?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-33866097135859111952008-01-23T15:17:00.001+01:002008-01-23T15:17:51.993+01:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-3386609713585911195?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-60350082228333354732008-01-22T16:21:00.000+01:002008-01-22T16:24:21.509+01:00<p> Skaičiuoklė pasaknti, kiek dar liko šalių aplankyti: <a href="http://www.twisty.com/misc/50places/">50 places</a> </p> <p> P.s. Artimiausias mano tikslas --- Gruzija </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-6035008222833335473?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-18219763399061786732008-01-21T09:53:00.000+01:002008-01-21T09:56:44.137+01:00<p>Viena moteris, nervingai glamžydama krepšelio rankeną, prasitarė:</p> <p> -Žinau, kad mano vyras moka mylėti ir būti švel­nus, nes su šunimi visada elgiasi labai gražiai.</p> <p> P.s. Ir blogiausia, kad tai yra tiesa. <a href="http://mintys.lt/tevai-ir-vaikai/tai-ka-girdejome-kai-buvome-vaikai">Šaltinis</a> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-1821976339906178673?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-15077140442538778522008-01-17T09:25:00.000+01:002008-01-17T09:27:00.824+01:00You may live through your life a long long time.. <br/> But you will never know from where it came,<br/> Yet all you've seen is what you've wanted to,<br/> You're walking forward as you look behind,<br/> Still watching those old memories fade and die...<br/><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-1507714044253877852?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-22442360309020600482008-01-14T22:59:00.000+01:002008-01-14T23:00:23.234+01:00<p> The impossible just takes a little longe </p> <p> >:) </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-2244236030902060048?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-45281659825891062832008-01-14T12:32:00.000+01:002008-02-03T12:50:49.454+01:00<p>Šiandieną beskaitydamas ekoblogą aptikau nuorodą į puslapį, kur surašyta, kas yra visi tie E, ir kaip jie vadinami. Taip pat parašyta, ką jie gali sukelti gyviems organizmams: <a href="http://www.bef.lt/chemines_medziagos/cheminis_kokteilis.php?&m=1173358961">cheminės medžiagos</a> </p> <p> Žinoma, reikia viską vertinti su didele skepticizmo doze, nes nėra viskas įrodyta iki galo, t.y. ne viskas iš karto sukelia vėžį, galbūt sukelia, galbūt ne. Tiesiog nebūkime fanatikai, bet produktą rinkimės sveiką </p> <p> Aš pats visą laiką atkreipdiu dėmesį į sudėti perkant kečupus visokius (kad būtų be konservantų ir stipriklių ), limonadus (kad būtų be saldiklių, o su cukrum arba fruktoze), ir mėsą - kad būtų be E621 - skonio stipriklio </p> <p> Atnaujinimas 2008 02 03 <br/> Visų <a href="http://www.food-info.net/lt/e/e200-300.htm">E sąrašas</a> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-4528165982589106283?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-44640167204412862912008-01-12T01:04:00.000+01:002008-01-12T01:08:56.804+01:00<p>Jaučiu pusę skaitytojų išvadins iškrypėliu ar bent jau mintyse pagalvos WTF, kas čia per linkai, kas per nuorodos, ir iš viso ką _jis_ veikia naktimis. Bet jei tokios mintys kyla, matyt, pirmiausia reikia sau pačiam atsakyti, kas tau yra tabu ir kas ne. Kur gi užsimerki ir specialiai nematai, o kur gėda dėl visuomenės spaudimo. Bet nuoroda tikrai gera, ir rašo (kaip supratau vyras) protingai ir nuoširdžiai. Kam nepatinka neskaitykit. </p> <a href="http://suburbansexblog.blogspot.com/">sub-urban sex blog</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-4464016720441286291?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-15741106216557567652008-01-11T11:12:00.000+01:002008-01-11T11:19:26.114+01:00<p> Ar turi būti ribos nuoširdumui? </p> <p> Praeitas mano įrašas ir dabar šį klausimą ištraukiau iš Jakeliūno kaupo / blogo<a href="http://k.jakeliunas.com/mintis-apie-gerus-zmones/"> apie gerus žmoes</a>. Irgi įdomus klausimas, būtų įdomu paklausinėti daug skirtingų žmonių ir žiūrėt, ką jie pasakytų į tai. </p> <p> Kažkada, pamenu, klausinėdavau kas yra meilė. Tai irgi kokių tik negaudavau atsakymų. Reikės ir apie meilę paklausinėt, nes atsakymo kaip ir nėra. O ir pats nežinau, nors minčių yra jau gudresnių nei ankščiau </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-1574110621655756765?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-3870649698160283332008-01-11T11:05:00.000+01:002008-01-11T11:12:30.833+01:00"nepamiršk. kad. tiesos. niekada. nėra." <br/> <br/> labai kieta frazė. drąsi ir paliečianti tikėjimą. <br/> <br/> ji man iš karto labai patiko, apie ją kalbėti man įdomu.<br/> <br/> aš iš tų, kur tiesa yra<br/><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-387064969816028333?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-91482944159454542422008-01-09T17:18:00.000+01:002008-01-09T17:19:45.536+01:00You're almost as happy as you think you are.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-9148294415945454242?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-1026767337493381592008-01-09T09:16:00.000+01:002008-01-09T09:24:19.502+01:00Šnd radau tokią kultūros apraišką - Vilniečių grupę Def One <br/> Ką jie įdomaus daro? -> Ogi dainuoja burna. Na žinot, kaip <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rahzel">Razhel'is</a> <br/> Jei įdomu, paklausykit lietuvių grupės jų svetainėje: <br/> <a href="http://www.myspace.com/defoneition">Def One</a> <br/> O čia Rahzel'is atlieka savo populiariausią gabalą (prasukite 1:30 į priekį) <br/> <object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EX0sByag4Z4&amp;rel=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EX0sByag4Z4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-102676733749338159?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-5120113016890710742008-01-05T15:21:00.000+01:002008-01-05T15:22:23.013+01:00Šiandien žuvis Wanda štai ką sako: <br/> Today's weirdness is tomorrow's reason why. <br/> -- Hunter S. Thompson<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-512011301689071074?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-21983813222532085482008-01-04T21:35:00.000+01:002008-01-04T21:40:41.548+01:00Šiandien bus pilkų arbūzų diena <br/> Man labiausiai prie širdies rytdiena: juodų begarsių arbūzų diena. <br/> Kai juos pjauni, negirdėti jokio garso, jie labai saldūs. Iš šių arbūzų labai patogu gaminti daiktus, kurie neskleidžia jokio garso. <br/> Pamenu, buvo toks žmogus, kuris iš juodų begarsių arbūzų gamindavo laikrodžius, ir jo laikrodžiai eidavo be garso<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-2198381322253208548?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-53764294684473681542008-01-03T12:23:00.000+01:002008-01-03T12:29:33.747+01:00Take my hand <br/> Look into my eyes <br/> Tell me what you see <br/> Because the eyes never lie<br/><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-5376429468447368154?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-41615229884877068102008-01-03T08:43:00.000+01:002008-01-03T08:44:35.203+01:00Ką tu galvoji apie mane?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-4161522988487706810?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-13814409515131142072008-01-01T19:54:00.000+01:002008-01-01T19:55:58.203+01:00The piano keys Are black and white But they sound like a million colours In your mind<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-1381440951513114207?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-51180381043606957242007-12-30T10:56:00.000+01:002007-12-30T10:59:04.065+01:00Mokslas yra įmontuotas klaidų taisymo mechanizmas <br/><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-5118038104360695724?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-12739884826066937352007-12-29T13:52:00.000+01:002007-12-29T13:56:19.742+01:00Kiss by kiss <br/> Is how I will tell my goodbye <br/> [Katie Melua | Piece by Piece | 2005]<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-1273988482606693735?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-27061155342101709572007-12-29T10:16:00.000+01:002007-12-29T12:16:41.777+01:00<pre> Take me to a sunrise Give me all the best i know i'm driven Take me to a sunset Take me to the tale where music'n'all is living Sun goes up and I get up from my bed where together all day lon'lon'lon'long i'm glad I always keep my hair high Look up to the sky My eyes reflect the light And when i look at you Your face is so bright I feel all right Today i can search Cause i know that i will find I'm not blind And if i find It will be mine, ah Hold it tight And i'll share it Will the other sisters and brothers No more shut the door Let's meet on the shore We'll never be alone anymore Cause we'll explore Different places It contains beloved spaces Mountain of joy And music in the air Everywhere white clouds Won't sample me My golden sun BrassBastardz (LT) - <a href="http://darius.damalakas1.googlepages.com/Brassbastardz_-_Sunrise_Sunset.mp3">Sunrise Sunset</a> </pre><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-2706115534210170957?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-68284683700402446432007-12-29T09:03:00.000+01:002007-12-29T09:23:43.485+01:00Prie moralės kryžkelės susitinka mokslas ir religija. <br/> Tikrai yra daugiau nei du keliai, tikiuosi bent kokie keturi - 2 + 2<br/> Kuriuo keliu kas eina?<br/><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-6828468370040244643?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-84012772972454617342007-12-28T16:24:00.000+01:002007-12-28T16:25:09.169+01:00Dėmesys - išpopuliarėsuji XXI amžiuje prekė<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-8401277297245461734?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-21541694064403795922007-12-28T15:52:00.000+01:002007-12-28T15:59:14.119+01:00Ore pasklinda cinamono kvapas ir viskas pasidaro panašu į jaukų sapną. Mintys išnyksta pradingsta, lieka tik lekiantys tamsūs kelio žibintai ir Kūčios<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-2154169406440379592?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-60908556541459577712007-12-28T08:30:00.000+01:002007-12-28T08:33:09.812+01:00<a href="http://www.g-taskas.lt/2007/12/23/kad-per-sventes-netektu-nusigerti-pigiai-vynaicom-geriausiu-vynu-top20/">Geriausių vynų top 20</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-6090855654145957771?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-87213178078858431402007-12-23T15:37:00.000+01:002007-12-23T15:46:35.845+01:00Ant ežero stovi taip tyliai, kad girdi kaip sninga. Ne visai, bet čia panašu: <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXm6vl9EhG4/R250URJE_gI/AAAAAAAAADs/Ohc_6Mzkljs/s1600-h/SnowingA.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 433px; height: 324px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXm6vl9EhG4/R250URJE_gI/AAAAAAAAADs/Ohc_6Mzkljs/s400/SnowingA.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147179315678739970" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-8721317807885843140?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-62509829864145394772007-12-21T11:53:00.000+01:002007-12-21T11:56:54.086+01:00<blockquote> All hearts don't break the same </blockquote> <small> taken from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steve_Lukather">Steve Lukather</a> - <a href="http://www.lyricsspot.com/steve+lukather-born+yesterday-lyrics-951377.html">Born yesterday</a> </small><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-6250982986414539477?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-73437332610261529422007-12-21T11:47:00.000+01:002007-12-21T11:53:18.342+01:00<blockquote> <pre> There is always tomorrow Tomorrow starts today </pre> </blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-7343733261026152942?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-17952800609675272232007-12-17T21:58:00.000+01:002007-12-17T22:11:09.851+01:00<blockquote> <pre> First I kiss your ear Then I sting your breast And I touch your lips </pre> </blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-1795280060967527223?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-8991784078501722362007-12-14T10:02:00.000+01:002007-12-14T10:07:43.881+01:00Ir yra nuostabu, kad gimusi Meilė nėra mūsų ryšys. Gimusi meilė turi augti kaip mažas vaikas ir gyventi savo gyenimą :) O aš tu ir kiti toliau elgsimės keistai, įvairiais motyvais, su klydimais ir grįžimais į kelią. Tik vat vienas klausimas vis kirba - į ką lygiuosis užgimusi Meilė, kas bus jai pavyzdys? (čia optimistinis klausimas :P )<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-899178407850172236?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-51830283068986681312007-12-11T21:48:00.000+01:002007-12-14T10:02:33.142+01:00<span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ><pre> There is a house built out of stone Wooden floors, walls and window sills Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust This is a place where I don't feel alone This is a place where I feel at home And I built a home For you For me Until it disappeared From me From you And now, it's time To live And time To die I'm in the garden where we planted the seeds There is a tree as old as me Branches were sewn by the colour of green Ground had arose in past its knees By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top I climbed the tree to see the world When the gusts came around to blow me down Held on as tightly as you held on me Held on as tightly as you held on me And I built a home For you For me Until it disappeared From me From you And now, it's time To live And time To die </pre> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-5183028306898668131?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-70299963898917601542007-12-11T20:59:00.000+01:002007-12-11T21:14:09.817+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://darius.damalakas1.googlepages.com/reddeath.jpg/reddeath-full.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://darius.damalakas1.googlepages.com/reddeath.jpg/reddeath-full.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-7029996389891760154?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-27922707878081032872007-12-07T06:34:00.000+01:002007-12-07T06:37:34.327+01:00<pre> Leave But don't leave me Look around Choose your own ground All you touch and all you see Is all your life will ever be </pre> <a href="http://breathe.pinkfloyd.lyricschord.com/musics_songs.php?id=79036">*taken from PF*</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-2792270787808103287?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-24472933094355790122007-12-04T07:39:00.000+01:002007-12-04T07:41:37.345+01:00unthinkable surprises about to happen but what they are? beje, ar žinojote, kad Bjork iš tiktrųjų reikia tari ne [bjiork], o [bdžerk], panašiai kaip angliškai tariamas jerk, tik tai bjerk :) Čia per vieną interviu ji pati taip prašė :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-2447293309435579012?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-15074810216931515882007-12-03T15:16:00.000+01:002007-12-03T15:21:09.090+01:00<pre> Well shes walking through the clouds With a circus mind thats running round Butterflies and zebras And moonbeams and fairy tales Thats all she ever thinks about Riding with the wind. Riding with the wind She feels like Hiroshima And singing into clouds Dives like a dolphin And I know it's cold right there I know it aches so softly Like walking through the clouds With zebras and butterflies That's all she flies about </pre><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-1507481021693151588?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-48252826472781219842007-11-30T09:33:00.000+01:002007-11-30T09:37:58.068+01:00<strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">Neįtikėtina, kokie dalykai po truputį atsiranda :)</span> TWS 1.0</strong> – tai mašininio vertimo sistema skirta įvairaus formato tekstų vertimui iš anglų į lietuvių kalbą. - <a href="http://vertimas.vdu.lt/twsas/">TWSAS</a> SCIgen - An Automatic CS Paper Generator - <a href="http://pdos.csail.mit.edu/scigen/">SCIgen</a> Citatata - " SCIgen is a program that generates random Computer Science research papers, including graphs, figures, and citations." Neįtikėtina :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-4825282647278121984?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-87926514363075550892007-11-26T22:51:00.000+01:002007-11-26T23:03:27.796+01:00Kartais būna lievų dienų. Keletas hintų why: <ul><li>neprisirišk</li><li>nusiimk blokus (pvz jei esi prisirišęs)</li></ul> blokai blokai blokai. kai esi blocked, jautiesi prastai. labai prastai. galbūt rūkas, ar slėgis didelis. ar blogai miegojai. bullshit, mano manymu. tiesiog tu esi blocked, pats nuo savęs. sustok ir įsiklausyk. (lengviau pasakyti, nei padaryti, arba lengva pasakyti, kad padarei, kai jau esi tai padaręs ;) ) šnd <a href="http://toostis.com/">toostyje</a> pasikeičiau savo užsiciklinusį nicką į kitą. pats nickas gal ir nėra blogai, jei ilgai nesikeičia, nebent tu esi blocked savo emoticijų ar dar kažkokių neaiškių gynybinių mechanizmų. keista, kad jie vadinami gynybiniai. man labiau tiktų "daržovių" principai, nes kiti žmonės gali naudotis tais gynybiniais mechanizmais. todėl tu tampi daržove su trašom O tokių skambių frazių aš ištraukiau iš <a href="http://www.benkom.karjera.vu.lt/index.php?item_id=908">bendrųjų kompetencijų ugdymo kursų</a> Rytoj bus "Vadovavimas ir lyderystė".<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-8792651436307555089?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-42618043096517132402007-11-26T14:46:00.000+01:002007-11-26T14:49:12.216+01:00<pre> after the service when you're walking slowly to the car and the silver in her hair shines in the cold november air you hear the tolling bell and touch the silk in your lapel and as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band you take her frail hand and hold on to the dream a place to stay enough to eat somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street where you can speak out loud about your doubts and fears and what's more no-one ever disappears you never hear their standard issue kicking in your door you can relax on both sides of the tracks and maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control and everyone has recourse to the law and no-one kills the children anymore </pre><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-4261804309651713240?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-5952886253558784562007-11-25T11:14:00.000+01:002007-11-25T11:43:43.207+01:00Kažkaip būna, kad kartais randi gerų frazių, knygoje, laikraštį, ar savo galvoje. Kad ir antai pink floyd žodžiai iš mėnulio: <blockquote>Long you live and high you fly smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry all you touch and all you see Is all your life will ever be. </blockquote>Jie svajingi. Jie sukelia tau nuotaiką. They make your mood. But they have not the feeling Bet jie neturi jausmo.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXm6vl9EhG4/R0lQMuRzO0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/ic7Tfz8L7BA/s1600-h/fall-leaves-water-LG.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXm6vl9EhG4/R0lQMuRzO0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/ic7Tfz8L7BA/s400/fall-leaves-water-LG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136725029504105282" border="0" /></a> Arba jie turi jausmą, bet tokį paviršutinišką, kaip kad būna eina palei pelkę, ir vandens paviršiuje matai daug daug mažų žolelių plaukiojant, ir matai kaip rudeniniam vėjui pučiant jie yra pasiruošę drebėt, judėt, plaukt ant vandens paviršiuj (beveik kaip ežiukas rūke, kai plaukė upėje) atrodo paims vėjas ir nupūs tuos pinkfloydų žodžius, kaip va šitie geltoni lapai <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXm6vl9EhG4/R0lQ0eRzO1I/AAAAAAAAADA/j7m90pVuAXo/s1600-h/LeavesInWaterLG.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXm6vl9EhG4/R0lQ0eRzO1I/AAAAAAAAADA/j7m90pVuAXo/s320/LeavesInWaterLG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136725712403905362" border="0" /></a> bet būna tokių žodžių, kurie emocijų, bet jie tarsi akmuo stovi tvirtai ir tave paremia. Turbūt emocijos yra ne lapai, o akmenys ežere. God Faith and Love<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-595288625355878456?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-15518501762234842892007-11-14T10:39:00.001+01:002007-11-14T10:39:56.661+01:00<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wf2oHzc_Lfc&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wf2oHzc_Lfc&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-1551850176223484289?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-66472914346066329462007-10-24T19:10:00.000+02:002007-10-24T19:11:40.765+02:00Žvaigždės gražios todėl, kad kiekvienoje yra gėlė, kurios nematyti<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-6647291434606632946?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-72747813573452147052007-10-16T00:14:00.000+02:002007-10-16T00:15:01.774+02:00Ant mustango nugaros nakties paslaptis<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-7274781357345214705?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-80590064722580144892007-09-01T15:36:00.000+02:002007-09-01T15:42:38.810+02:00Vakar įvyko paskutinė vasaros kritinė masė. Pastebėsiu tik vieną dalyką - Vilniaus policija yra verta pagarbos. Šį kartą nieko nesuėmė ir nieko netaranvo, o kaip tik leido važiuoti visa gatve. Kartais pavažiuodavo į priekį ir sustabdyvao eismą žieduose ar sąnkryžose. Labai ačiū :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-8059006472258014489?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-61071300040222980172007-09-01T15:33:00.000+02:002007-09-01T15:35:59.326+02:00:) Aš iš tiesų didžiuojuos V. Alekna. Paskutinis jo pralaimėjimas nėra Aleknos nuopuolis žemyn, jo trūkumas, ar nesekmė. Kaip tik priešingai. Tai greičiau yra dar viena pamoka - sportininkas profesionalas turi mokėti ir pralaimėti. Noriu jį padrąsinti ir toliau žengti laimėtojo keliu ;) Sėkmės!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-6107130004022298017?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-50659968026751796522007-08-30T11:40:00.001+02:002007-08-30T11:40:53.656+02:00<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eRvGwVkl8pA"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eRvGwVkl8pA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-5065996802675179652?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11002457.post-58011152897387718972007-08-21T08:37:00.000+02:002007-08-21T08:41:06.624+02:00<a href="http://images.google.lt/images?q=tea+song+of+the+xiang+river&gbv=2&ndsp=20&svnum=10&hl=lt&start=0&sa=N">Tea Song of the Xiang River</a> <ol> <li> Tea Song of the Xiang River </li> <li> Dance Music about Tea Plucking </li> <li> Tea Song of Shu Mountain </li> <li> A Tea Ballad</li> <li> Tea Song of Dongting Lake </li> <li> Tea Plucking Girls </li> <li> A Tea Party beside Xihu Lake </li> <li> A Tea Picker's Dream </li> </ol><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11002457-5801115289738771897?l=gerektoolhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darius Damalakashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04596650719650364667noreply@blogger.com0