Tuesday, 30 November 2010

NaBloPoMo: November Conclusion

So here goes the last post of November! Can't belive I actually followed through with this. I'm so proud of myself! You might think that's not right to feel this way. But I hadn't been actively psoting on this blog for such a long time. And I'm thankful to NaBloPoMo for strengthening my relationship with this blog! Loads of love between us, just like in the good old days. I'm very, very, very, very happy. I can't stop expressing my joy!

It's snow outside. I dislike the snow more than anything. Not usually but for now. One of our uni's campuses was closed today due to the snow. Too bad it wasn't mine. Haha. But the attendence was so bad though. Very few people came to the lecture, and there were only six of us in the seminar. Was so boring, and no one was up for any discussions. Our teacher got kinda mad and she said that she would understand that our brain was frozen outside because of the weather, but it's warm inside. It was funny, suposably, since we all laughed a little. But, to be honest, i do feel like my brain in frozen. Either that, or it's just shut down, simply refusing to function.

I'm at uni now, so I'll head home and do some work. Meanwhile I'm debating whether or not to blog every day in December as well.

Monday, 29 November 2010


Īsti nezinu ko šodien stāstīt.

Ārā sniegs, un šad tad tiek piegādāta jauna deva. Šodien ārā negāju. Nebija īsti jēga nekur doties. Un ārā tomēs auksts, ietves kā slidotavas, un pa malām mētājās bērneļi. Skoti teic, ka parasti te daudz nesniegot, bet ir novembra nogale un viss baltā tērpts jau trīs dienas no vietas. Parasti mani priecē raibās sezonas, bet šogad baigi negribas septiņās jakās tīties un staigāt apkārt tontona paskatā.

Adventes vainags man nav. Sveces ar nav. Es tik sagriezu papīra lapu četrās daļās un pielīmēju pie sienas. Vienai strēmelei nedaudz nolociju dibenu un augšpusē piestiprināju oranžu papīra liesmu. Ar to man pietiks šim gadam.

Novembris teju iztecējis. Katru dienu kaut ko nopublicēt ir nogurdinoši, bet tomēr lepojos ar sevi, ka būšu turējusi savu vārdu.

Labi, es nu iešu kaut ko padarīt.

Sunday, 28 November 2010

I'm Sorry

I have to learn to forget. It's been days, and weeks since we last met. And as I left you sitting there my heart was filled with joy. You sat there all alone with so many thoughts left unsaid.

Now I've learned that the most heart-breaking thing anyone could say is "I don't care." But I didn't know it back then, it didn't occure to me, even after you warned me. It's too late now, as I said, I'll not change my mind.

I just wish I could tell you that I'm sorry for all the things I said, without you expecting anything else. I'm sorry. So please don't come to say hi if you see me. Don't remind me about yourself with random calls on the weekends. Please walk out of dreams.

I must forget but you're making it too hard.

Saturday, 27 November 2010


Today I went to Activist Development Day for some workshops about campaigning. It was quite interesting and I did learn something new.

P.S. I'll try telling the truth more often. However, it's not a promise.

Friday, 26 November 2010


Man nav naudas. Neko citu negribu teikt.

Thursday, 25 November 2010

sleepless celery

Vakar nopirku seleriju. Šodien apēdu vienu. Bet man ļoti, ļoti negaršo selerija. Šī ir trešā reize manā mūža, ka izdaru tādu muļķību. Gudra neesmu.

Dienas atkal jaucās ar naktīm. Jādodas būtu gulēt, bet es graužu seleriju. Kad devos šorīt četros gulēt aizmigu sekundes laikā. Labi gan, ka jau pirms tam bij uzlikusi modinātāju. Cēlos agri, ļoti negribēju, bet nācās.

Gribu piedzīvojumu, ko neaizmirstamu.

Un vēl es gribu gulēt.

Vēlos pateikt arī to, ka man ļoti žēl, ka divi cilvēki kuri dikti labi sapas nevar būt kopā. Just saying.

Wednesday, 24 November 2010

i'm talking about being bad

Oh yes, it's on, the time of the year when almost half of the people at the party leave around midnight because something is due tomorrow before 3pm. Assignments come like a storm, at first you get one. As a warning for what's about to come. Then two weeks later - BAM!!! One assignment after another, two to be done this week and even more the following one. So why not wait till the night before to finally finish them? Meanwhile, of course, partying or simply doing anything BUT the course work.

Being a student has never been easy, and no one ever said that it would be. And although you have been warned that the professors will not care that you just HAD to go to a party, you still belive that it's a reasonable excuse. Not that you're going to tell them, but in your own head it's a perfectly fine excuse. It might be alright for the moment, but in the long run - definately not!

So guess what, it's almost 1am, I just got back to my room from a friend's birthday party, and I have to finish some campaign essay and do some statistics calculations. That is to be handed in tomorrow (that is today, i just still have Ottawa's time zone on Blogger, and i'm not even planning on changing it).

So good dreams to you, but it's study time for me.

Tuesday, 23 November 2010

four walls

On the second they I got here I wrote on sticky notes this: "You can do anything if you put your mind to it." One letter per one note, and sticked them to a wall. Soon they started falling of and I was forced to come up with something new. So I got a table cloth and permanent markers, and wrote the sentence on it in huge letters. Now along with that I wrote out some lines from songs that I like. Looks cool.

I have 26 stars all around my room, they glow in the dark. I've also put up small flyers of past parties up on my wall. I stole a bigger party poster from down stairs. It's for this weeks party, they'll be having a Scottish international party. I also put up my grad hat. There is a picture of my family that no one knows I have.
And I put up a post card that my dad sent to me, it has several places from my city on it.

That's all my walls are holding at the moment, hopefully there will be more posters to put up as time goes by.

Monday, 22 November 2010

Saturday, 20 November 2010

just talk ?

I was homesick all evening. It sorta killed me, not everything, but a tiny, tiny part of me definately died. I wrote a poem that made me cry when I read over it. It starts off with anger, anxiety, then fast transforms into pain. Not the one you get now and then, but the pain that sits inside all the time and never leaves. And the pain becomes real quiet as the last line concludes, but it's still there, never letting go.
I cried because it starts of so strong, as if I've got the whole world in my hands, but going through the pain the poem becomes powerless, as if there's nothing that can be done to reduce the pain. I cried because it shows how I feel every now and then, it made me sad. I try not to think that way, but I'm never able to control it, not all the way.

I went to a party at the student union today (yesterday that is). I'm pretty sure it wasn't the best thing to do, but hey, better than sitting all alone in my room. None of my friends were there, at least none of those that I say are my friends. So I went there alone hoping to meet someone I'd know. I met my flatmates and their friends. I know they dislike me, but I joined their circle anyway. There can't be anything worse than dancing alone at a party, in my opinion. So right away I start searching for a cute guy. There were a few whom I had noticed previous weeks, but none were good enough. (Ok, there was one, but he already had a girl around his neck.) Quite a few Scottish guys tried some lame pick up lines, and really bad dance moves. Good try, NAT!

There was this really nice guy that I met though. He's Scottish as well but we started dancing together because my flatmates had went for a drink, and everyone else was elsewhere. So for several times during the night we just sticked together so to say. He tried to get me to dance with him, kinda form one of those couples that you see by the end of every party. I said i just wanted to dance, i didn't however mention that I refused his invite due to the fact that HE was the one inviting. We went outside for a smoke. That was him smoking, me just admitting that I had cigarettes with me, just in case I feel like having one, but I stayed off of them and tried to understand what he and and another guy were talking about. (Yeah, the accent is still sometimes a barrier when communicating with people who have never ever lived outside of Scotland.) I found out that he plays in the american football team (so did the guy that I nicknamed Dog, the first one I went to a date in this country). As it turns out there's about 45 of them. And the cute guy with the gal around his neck is in the team as well. Bullocs ? I think so.

I left the party at about 20 minutes before 3 am (the party ends at 3, and it's always good to leave right before everyone does). By now the dance floor had several 'party couples' but not as many as other nights. The room smelled of sweat and upset men. Most of them were still trying to hunt down some gal. I wanted to leave, the image of the place was sad. Very sad, in any possible way. And the worst part was that I was there, a part of the picture. I found my jacket and in no time I was on my way to the student residence. I allowed myself to have one cigarette. Sew me, i don't care, i'm still a non-smoker. I just have a cigarette or two (or more) on days when I'm kinda depressed, or just drunk and stupid. This was a combination of both.

On my way I was thinking, again, about how sad such parties are, so degrating. And I wondered, all this time I've been going to them. Same agenda: drinks, party, dancing, men, dancing, more drinks, maybe a decent guy, getting back to the rez late, hangover next morning. The SAME every friday. Why had I stayed to the same routine almost every weekend since in Scotland. Why? A thrill, meeting new people, drinking, but the main reason was letting all out on the dance floor. Just enjoying the sounds of music and dancing. Just dancing! Yeah, that's why I go back. (Haha, now I know!) So I was walking all alone and thinking, and I realized what I want. The perfect situation that could be. This is what I came up with: I want to talk. Talk with a person who would listen, a person who I would want to listen to. And just say EVERYTHING, that comes across the mind. We'd be sitting on a bench during fall or spring. The weather would be not too cold, but we would have our jackets on. We'd talk in a fairly late evening, the sun would set soon. In front of us would be a view of a city. Any city, but we'd have a wonderful view, just to make it more perfect. We would talk for hours, days if we had to. I really want that to happen, I want to talk, cry if I must, and laugh, of course. Yes, I want to talk, but most importantly I want to find someone to talk to.

I got to my room and drank some water. Had a kit-kat break, hehe. Went to bed and begun writing this post. When I was describing the party, guess what happened. The fire alarm went of. I was considering staying in my room, but the sound was capable of murdering, I had to go outside. Very upset I got on some clothes and was outside. I treated myself with a cigarette, and I apollagized my self when I was done. "Sorry," I whispered. It was cold outside and now the alcohol was no more warming me up. It was about half part four in the morning. I could see in other people faces that I wasn't the only one mad about this.

I'm back in my room now and I think I should get some sleep.

Sweet dreams to all.

Friday, 19 November 2010

Piektdiena kā jau piektdiena.

Vakar nopirku kaut ko ko nevajadzēja, bet nu jau par vēlu, nauda iztērēta, tagad tik jaiezlēdz pozitīvisms un jādoma cik labi, ka tā izdarīju.
Ai, ko es te pārdzīvošu, viss būs labi tik un tā.

Nē, es tā nemāku. Šodien man slikts garīgais un viss, nekas nespēs to pieveikt. Ļoti ceru, ka vakars šodien būs labs. Tam taču jābūt labam, šodien piektdiena. Jāaiziet mājas kaut kas jāpadara, citādi daudz nepadarīti darbi krājas. Sestdien arī plānoju mācīties, lai gan varētu jau aizbraukt kopā ar draudzenēm uz Glāzgovu jaunāko Hariju Poteru noskatīties. Vēl nezinu.

Principā ceru satikt kādu lādzīgi cilvēku ar kuru varētu aiziet uz krogu iedzert alu.

Man napatīk negācijas, tāpēc vairāk nerakstīšu. Pietiek.

Thursday, 18 November 2010

18. novembris

Jau kārtējo reizi ir pienākusi tā diena, kad mīļā Latvija atzīmē savu dzimumdienu! Man ar dikti gribas kādu pasācienu, salūtu un, protams, sarkanbaltsarkano. Bet man tiek tikai lekcijas. Neko darīt. Tas toč, ka septiņos pēc vietējā laika es dziedāšu HIMNU! Lai ar es dziedu tā, ka tiem, kas dzird ausis krīt ciet, šodien es nevienu nežēlošu! Lai manas dzīvokļa biedrenes domā, ka esmu jukusi, man vienalga, es dziedāšu Latvijas valsts himnu un VISS! Tas ir izlemts. *Tagad šis spītīgais bērns paņem telefonu un uzliek atgādinājumu!*

Baigi forši, ka tomēr vienu dienu visā gadā latvieši atceras, ka esam īpaši, un, ka mūsu zemīte ar ir viennozīmīgi skaistākā pasaulē. Žēl, protams, ka citās dienas tas aizmirstās, bet šodien laikam nevajag žeēloties. Hehe. Baigais prieks, ka valsts svētku diena ir novembrī, jo tas skaitas drūmākais mēnesis gadā. Te nu mēs iesperam/iekožam visiem, kas tā saka, jo par spīti drūmajam gada posmam ir jāsvin dzimšanas diena. Vai tur lūzt, vai plīst, mēs to svinam godam, un tā allažiņ.

Latvijai vēlu, lai tā mūžīgi silda mūsu sirsdis drūmajos novembros, un, lai nekad nezaudē spēku, kas nepieciešams, lai veidotu gaišāku rītdienu.

Šodien sūtu jums diplomatiskas bučas, katram pa vienai. Dari ar to ko sirds kāro! ;)

P.S. Ja esi tvīterī, tad neaizmirsti pievienot #Latvia1918! Lai pasaule zin, ka šodien atzīmējam dzimšanas dienu. /// If You are on twitter, please add the tag #Latvia1918 to celebrate Latvia's birthday!

Wednesday, 17 November 2010

I am here

Today NaBloPoMo asked: "How did you end up where you're living right now? What factors will help you choose the next place you live?"

I'm living in Scotland now. I moved here on the first of October this year. I moved from Canada, spending two months in between in Latvia. I'm here for University, and will stay here for four years. I do hope to spend a year somewhere else, studying abroad. After that I hope to live somewhere else, who knows where, a new country hopefully. When I'll be done with my education I will stay in Latvia, of course.

Anyway, You all knew that already, so nothing too interesting. Right?
I'm really lazy today, so don't expect me to write more.
As a matter of fact, my job here for today is done.

Tuesday, 16 November 2010


Nedēļas nogale bija sasaudīti gara un aizraujoša. Negribējas, lai nāk otrdiena, bet tā, (maita), atnāca. Veikli aprakstīšu ko kurā dienā darīju un kur biju.

Tātad, piektdien ilgi gulēju. Kad cēlos, sakārtoju istabu un veicu citas saimnieciskas darbības (tā teikt). Vakarā sanāca dzert daudz alu. Sākumā dzērām citā dzīvoklī kojās, tusējām un plāpājām. Vēlāk gājam uz Studentu Savienību uz ŪSU balli. Jā, jā, bija man arī ūsas, bet manas bija tik ideālas, ka es tās nosaucu par neredzamajām ūsasm. Ar flomasteru uzzimēju tās uz pirksta, un, kad vajadzēja parādīt kādam cik man asprātīgas ūsas, tad tik atlika pirkstu uzlikt virs lūpas. Te sanāca ilgi tusēt un galvā bij daudz, daudz alus. Tusējām līdz trijiem, bet ar tādu kompāniju mājas nonācu tikai neilgi pirms četriem no rīta.

Sestdien, kā jau noprotams, gulēju ļoti ilgi. Pamodos, sāpēja galva un lielāko dienas daļu pa gultu vien vaļājos. Vakara pusē nācas savākties un sakopties, bija ieplānots randiņš. Domājām iet uz kādu bāru iedzert alu, bet beigās sarunājam, ka paliksim vien manā dzīvoklī un dzersim alu tā pat. Dzēram manā istabā (diemžēl), jo manas dzīvokļa biedrenes bija sāicinājušas veselu baru cilvēku. Negāja labi, lai gan sarunas raisījas diezgan veiksmīgi un vienu brīdi pat dejojām. Alus palika, bet sanāca tā, ka gribēju, lai viņš dodas prom. Mājienus saprata. Bija jau diezgan vēls un tad arī devos gulēt.

Svētdien atkal pamodos visai vēlu. Ap vieniem. Bija jābrauc uz Glāzgovu satikt brāli Jāni. Bija ārprātīgi foši viņu satikt. Pavadīju dienu ar viņu un viņa paziņu. Vakarā cerēju saskrieties ar draudzenēm, kas ar bija līdz Glāzgovai atkūlušās, lai ietu uz kīno, bet viņām nebija ieplānots tusēt pa pilsētu. Tad nu sazinājos ar kādu draugu un satikos ar viņu. Gājām uz kādu krogu kur viņš ar saviem draugiem bieži ejot. Vakaru pavadījam pļāpājot. Viņš ierosināja, ka jāiet uz klubu kaut kad vakarā, bet es viņam atgādināju, ka man jānoķer pēdējais vilciens, kas attiet pusstundu pirms pusnakts, bet pirmais no rīta ir tikai īsi pēc pieciem. Turklāt viņam nākamā dienā bija kaut kada prezentācija, kas vēl bija līdz tam jānobeidz. Izlēmām to darīt kādu citu reizi, kad būšu pilsētā. Tiku līdz mājas un bija jau vēls, devos čučēt.

Nākamā rīta (pirmdien) modos ap desmitiem, un neilgi pirms pusdienas laika biju jau atkal Glāzgovā. Atkal satiku bračku un viņa paziņu. Apmetām loku ap pilsētu paskatījāmies šo un to. Laiks bija izcils, sākumā. Vēlāk uznāca lietus un paspējām pārlīt ceļā atpakaļ uz centru. Paēdam, iegājām pāris veikalos, tad es devos māajas, bet viņi uz koncertu. Mājas biju savlaicīgi, bet ļoti pārgurusi es laicīgi devos uz čučumuižu.

Šodien otrdiena, politikas dienas. Līdz ar vēl septiņiem jauniešiem tapu par savas klases pārstāvi (i.e. class representative). Biči forši, ne? :P
Tagad sēžu skolā pie datora un gaidu, kad varēšu doties uz politikas semināru, kas jau atkal būs ļoti garlaicīgs, bet obligāts pasāciens.

Šonedēļ šis tas jāpadara sakarā ar rakstu darbiem, lai nebūtu sekojošajās nedēļās viss jādara pēdējā brīdī.

Pagaidām beigšu. Bučas visiem.

Kopsavilkums: Alus ir labs, Glāzgova ir forša, un satikt brāli Jāni ir vēl foršāk.

Monday, 15 November 2010

happy weekend

Had a great FOUR day weekend. Awesome people, fantastic places, and some beer to top it all of. I'll tell you more tomorrow when I get to a PC, since now i'm bloging from my phone again.

Just one thing before I cut off this short post: siblings are the one thing that you can't choose but they are so precious that you just gotta keep them close. They are the people who we fight with as we're younger, and the people we care about, and who care about us, at any stage in our lives. In other words, they're pure gold; can't recognize their value at first, but later, so expensive that you'll never be able to replace them. So keep them dear and safe.

Sunday, 14 November 2010

sing along, dance tonight

Last night I had a very bad date. Actually the passed two weeks have been disasterous if we are talking about men. Gotta get back in the groove, don't know how though.
So last night was BAD, but good for me that the beer was great.

I don't think I ever have posted lyrics of any song on my blog. Oh no, I did, a very long time ago. I'm pretty sure it was Orca by Canadian band Wintersleep.
But that I posted because the song and the lyrics were simply too good to not share.

This is a little different. The song isn't unbelievably awesome, but the melody is catchy and some lines are great. I'll leave it up to you to decide which lines are better than the others. I've suggested this song in a post some time ago, but now it's back in my head and it won't leave. The song is Crystalized by none other than The XX.

You've applied the pressure
To have me crystallized
And you've got the faith
That I could bring paradise
I'll forgive and forget
Before I'm paralyzed
Do I have to keep up the pace
To keep you satisfied?
Things have gotten closer to the sun
And I've done things in small doses
So don't think that I'm pushin you away
When you're the one that I've kept closest
You don't move slow
Taking steps in my directions
The sound resounds echo
Does it lessen your affection? No
You say I'm foolish
For pushing this aside
But burn down our home
I won't leave alive
Glaciers have melted to the sea
I wish the tide would take me over
I've been down on my knees
And you just keep on getting closer
Glaciers have melted to the sea
(Things have gotten closer to the sun)
I wish the tide would take me over
(And I've done things in small doses)
I've been down onto my knees
(So don't think that I'm pushing you away)
And you just keep on getting closer
(When you're the one that I've kept closest)
Go slow
Go slow
Go slow
Go slow
Go slow

Saturday, 13 November 2010


A fragment of a dialogue between me and myself:
-I think I'm homesick.
-But you don't know where home is.
-I try to understand. Is it not the place where your loved ones are?
-Yeah, but your loved ones are scattered around the world.
-Are you saying that the whole world is my home?
-I guess I am.
-Then why don't I feel like i'm home?

Friday, 12 November 2010

Radio Head

"What's the biggest sacrifice you've ever made for another person? Was it worth it?" NaBloPoMo's question(s) for today.

I'm going to answer this the way I see it.
I don't sacrifice anything for anyone. I just do what I choose to do. Maybe it's the word 'sacrifice' that I simply dislike. Because I love helping others. (Yeah, I don't do that 24/7, but I do every now and then.) Most are small things.
I don't sacrifice anything but time. Sometimes more than just time, I've given up a guy for a friend, twice. Never a good thing. What does it change if in the end it is your heart or your friends heart that breaks?
I've moved a party a day before an exam just because my friend was leaving on the day of my exam. I haven't seen my friend since. I left before she was back. (As a matter of fact, she still isn't back.)
I got the best birthday presents for my twin brother when we turned 18, but never got a present back (unless you call a grasshopper covered in chockalate a present, Oh, but you find out it's a grasshopper only once you've already eaten it).

I'm that lame.

I've been listening to radio all night. A very gay station. Most songs are so bad that I simply take the earphones out of my ears. If you know me, than you know that usually i wouldn't do that, so you can only imagine how bad some of the songs were. I also nuplugg my ears when they talk. It's so ridiculous, I do not care if you found a Christmas song CD in your messy car. I also couldn't care less if you've slept all week, or if you haven't slept for twenty hours. Gee! They don't have much advertisement, i'd put that as a pluss. However, to be honest, i'd rather listen to a cheerfull phone companies add then listen to their news. It's a recorded one minute long news script. I don't want to be sarcastic, but playing over and over again about a director who has died is a little unethical. Maybe I'm wrong, but for gods sake, it's an invitation to attend a dead persons funeral not Lady Gaga's performance. Now all this made me wonder why the hack am I listening to this station. And it wasn't hard to understand. I'd listen to an other station, but the choice is really narrow, practically nothing to choose from. AND I'm very tired of the songs that I have on my phone.
Therefore I listen to this station, because they do put some OK songs every now and then.

I should get out of my bed and start doing something, but more sleep sounds much more tempting.

Thursday, 11 November 2010


This is going to sound redicilous, but is true 100%.

EVERY guy that I have been to at least one date (which are most of the cases, but that's not what the story is about) say that "there is something" in my eyes. Really?! Is it like a thing all guys say to all girls, and I justs didn't know it? It's weird because they never say it as the 'typical' pick up line. They say it while actually meaning it.
It leads me to question what the hell is wrong with my eyes?

I mean, if it is some standard line, please tell me, because I just need to know that.

As for the NaBloPoMo question of the day: "What do you *really* wish you were doing right now, and how soon do you think you can make it happen?"

REALLY I wish I was with my two best friends partying all night long. No, not just the night, partying uncountable days adn nights in a row.
But that will NEVER happen because my two best friends don't even know each other. They both live on different parts of the world (and neither of them are with me in this country where I am at the moment).
So, to be honest, sometimes life sucks, not only because You see it that way, but because it actually does suck.

Good evening for You all.

Wednesday, 10 November 2010

happy dance

As I was walking back to my residence after my Sociology seminar today, I walked by a group of four guys. One of them was looking at me and said: "Hey, you look happy." A few steps later I turned and looked back at the guy and replied: "It's because I am happy!"

The smile on my face grew a little more, and then I resumed my trip.

Yes, at the moment I feel happy. It's official. This almost NEVER happens, so you all are more than welcome to join me as I celebrate by doing THE HAPPY DANCE!!!

Eh, too bad I can't tell you why I'm in such a mood. But either way, I wish you all a great evening.

Tuesday, 9 November 2010

VOVA, jau atkal

Esmu atgriezusies VOVAS stadijā. Nav ne jausmas kas tas ir vai no kā tas radās. Bet zinu, ka kaut kad jau bija man tāds dumjais VOVAS posms. Vai kāds nepieprot hipnozi? Varbūt varētu izdzīt no manis un beidzot noskaidrot, vai tas ir kas pozitīvs, vai nē. Mēģinu atrast sakritības starp pirmo, un šo VOVAS brīdi, bet neko nespēju izfunktierēt. Tiešām, pat ne mazākās jausmas. Izklausās jau diezgan debīli, bet es ZINU, ka VOVA kaut ko slēpj, bet nesaka, ko.

Šodien jāraksta tipa par mīļākajām dziesmām. Ja godīgi, jau kādu nedēļu nespēju atrauties no Eminema. Jā, atkal. (Tas man ar jau kaut kad sen, sen bij uznācis.) Šī brīža mīļākās dziesmas nav, bet, ja dikti seko maniem rakstiem (tāda noteikti nav neviena), tad zini, ka ir trīs dziesmas, kas man allažiņ būs mīļas (linkus nelikšu, man slinkums, dikti gribās, gan pats sameklēsi):
REM - Losing My Religion
Wintersleep - Orca
Gary Jules - Mad World

Pagaidām viss. Došos rakstīt eseju, tas kā uzrakstīju Politikas eseju vakar nebija pieņemami, pat ne biči ne. Tāpēc jāsaņemās un jāuzraksta Socioloģijas eseja daudz prātīgāk.

Monday, 8 November 2010

fine day Monday

Lately I've been too excited for weekends that I had forgotten how great all the other days of the week are. You think I'm joking right?

I don't know if I am. But I really wish I could appreacheate all days, not just Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays. Just because they are the official party days doens't mean that they are the only ones, further more, the best ones.

My dream home? To be honest, I wish I didn't have a home. I wish I had nothing, as a matter of fact. Imagine how grat it would be if You didn't have to care about anything AT ALL! I really wish that I could go out on the street now. Wearing what I'm wearing now, taking nothing with me; and say THIS IS ME, no strings attached.

Damn, I hate having responsibilities, but at the same time I love them. I love having people to care about. And a warm cosy bed that I can spend the night in.

Sunday, 7 November 2010


I know that it's wordless weekend, but I just need to give a hint of how I feel. At the moment I'm very confused and I don't know what's going on in my head. Things are getting more and more complicated.

I keep pushing him away, but at the same time I wish there was a missed call or a text message from him.

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Friday, 5 November 2010

What makes you notice someone?

Are You thinking what i'm thinking? Is this a question as in what i notice in the opposite sex or what do i notice in people in general?

Well, i've had more that enought of the GUYS lately, so i will assume that we are talking about people in general. I notice anything that is out of the ordinary. For example, if a person if wearing slippers in winter, i will definatelly notice it. I also notice eyes. Mostly I notice them in guys, but I notice eyes almost always. While some people remember names, i can distinguish a person by looking at their eyes. I'd say it's a skill. Hehe.

I finally put the NaBloPoMo badge in the sidebar. Yeey.

Friday today, so i'm going to party wild tonight. That's the plan at least. Wish me luck.

Thursday, 4 November 2010


I'd rather be wealthy and ugly than dumb and sexy, or sickly but wise. There are several reasons why i would make such a choice. First, it mentions nothing about intellect, so i am the one who determines that. And, besides, the more money i have, the more access to better education. Second reason is really obvious, why would i not take money? Even though people say that money can't buy happiness, it has been proved (sorry, i will not search for references) that to a certain extent money CAN bring happiness. So, show me the money. :P
Third, this one as well does not require lots of thinking. I'm ugly already, so it would make no difference to me. And now that i would be rich i could spend as much money as i want to fix my ugly teeth, and get plastic surgeries to fix anything else. (Ha, you all probably know my view on plastic surgeries (in case if you don't, i support such surgeries only if they are needed from the medic perspective, NOT if some celebrity hates her/his nose or old face), but you gotta admitt that it's a good point that i got there). So that's my choice and i'll have it stay as my choice.

Other than that...
Life in Scotland is going fine. Yes, i'm using this word for a reason, because in this context it has somewhat negative connotation. There have been some issues with me getting my time well spent, but i'm working on it, at some level. Ok, i hate complaining, so let's assume that i'm in a great mood, shall we!
Yesterday i walked into a sports store. I went in looking for running shoes. There were so many to choose from, and the prices as well had quite a variety. I was looking for dark, preferably black inexpensive shoes. I found ones that i really liked and i almost got them, but then i decided to wait for about two days. Maybe i will find something better, and i wanted to try them on with a decent sock (i had on the thin female sock at that time). Today i didn't have time to get there, since all stores here close up real early, but i'm thinking that i will buy them tomorrow or on Saturday.


Wednesday, 3 November 2010


Describe the plot of the next book you want to read, even if the book doesn't exist yet.

That's what NaBloPoMo said on Twitter.
Really??? Come on, everyone knows I don't read. If i do read then it must be a damn good book, or some muSt read for a class of mine. YeS, i know that reading is good, and, yes, i am very ashamed that i'm not a big fan of reading. So be it.

I choose the option where the book that i would want to read does not yet exist. The book would have a dark, dark green cover. It would be in the size of a dictionary. Well, no, how about it will be a dictionary? I like that. Maybe a dictionary that has a synopsys of every book in the world. Or maybe a japanese - latvian dictionary. One that includes every word, every phrase used in Japanese. Yeah, this book would be gigantic. Hehe. And you know what is the best part of it? I don't have to read it. Didn't see that one coming, did you? Yeah, this book reads itself, and then somehow i just know everything thats written in it. I'm so proud of how clever i am.

Ok, enough of this rubbish, I have a letter to finish. Yes, I don't read books, but i do write letters. That's how cool i am.

Tuesday, 2 November 2010


The theme for today is to write about a piece of jewelry that we own, one that has a story behind it. I have a few pieces that come from as presents, as brought just because i liked it very, very much, some are even found. But the only one that has a story worth to tell is one that a very good friend of mine gave me for my names day a few years ago.

It was during a camp, and I happened to have my names day in the few days during it. The person who I mentioned as my friend once actually used to be my dance teacher. Folk dancing. I haven't talked to her, due to certain reasons (suspicion actually, but that's a different story). Anyway, so at the camp, as a camp, we went places, and did things (yeah, i know, ppl do that everywhere..gee, my writting has came down to a very low level latelly, so please firgive me). So one night a few friends were going down to a some lake not far away and asked me if I wanted to come along. And, of course, I said that I do want to. I grabbed my swimsuite and my towel, hoped in the car with them and we were on our way there. When I was changing, I also took of my new necklace, because I didn't want to lose it while swimming. I put it in my short pocket. So we had a great time down at the lake. Got out the water, quickly got dressed and left soon after. It was cold so we wanted to get back to our accommodations as fast as possible. As we were driving back I realized that my necklace wasn't in the pocket anymore. I searched all over the car, but soon I understood that it must have fallen out when we were rushing to get back. I was really dissaponted in myself. How could I take so little care for this precious gift? Now the lake was just lika any usual lake in Latvia. Had grass, sand, bushes, tress, and all that. And going back to find it was redicilous, especially since it was dark already. I had to tell myself to let go. I told my friend of what had happened, and I felt so terrible.

The next day, however, we happened to go to the same lake. It was daytime now, and the sun was at it's fullest. We were enjoying the day. We spent a lot of time there, had our lunch, played games, and all the other stuff that people do at camps. When we were leaving, and I was stepping into the car, I noticed a little shiny thing not far from the car. I got out; everyone else was eager to leave and couldn't understand why I would suddenly get out. And there it was. My necklace. I was so glad that I found it. Even since I have never been carefree with my jewelery, since it always is very dear to me.

So what's the lesson of the day? Take care of the things that mean a lot to You, because You only really know what You've got when it's already gone. Be nice kids. Take care. HAHA!

Monday, 1 November 2010


Once again i will try to post something every day for the whole month. And there is no theme in November this time, AND i can put an image or a video on the weekends. I'll put the badge in the sidebar tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, seeing that i am posting from my phone again.

I don't have much that i would be dying to tell you, but i think that this joke will do the job.

You might not like it, but i sure found it funny.

3 guys are in a cafė.
One says: I've got the smallest arm in the world!
An other says: I've got the smallest head in the world!
The last one says: I've got the smallest penis in the world!
The 3 guys go to Guinness World Records.
The first one goes in first and returns happy: I've really got the smallest arm in the world!
The second returns happy as well: I've really got the smallest head in the world!
The last one returns angry and screams: WHO THE FUCK IS JUSTIN BIEBER?!

Now i'll go and read some articles for my politics class, but You better go and save the world. ;D