Not Your Typical Firs Post of the Year.

~~~It's true, always has been, and always will be..

I told myself to lock you up in a cupboard. ..but then you run away and became wild, uncontrolablle. So now I'll search for you. I'll find you one day. The cupboard is prepared. You want to see it? You'll have to come then, because I'm not telling you what it looks like. It's sure comfortable. Wink! I won't bite, so don't be shy. I know being wild is driving You mad, and if it isn't, it will be soon.

The cupbord awaits You.

Don't Look Back ?

Boo hoo.

It's officially the time when we should look back to yet another year that has almost run through our fingers.

Let's see where I'm at. I'm living in a student residence, and attending my first year at UWS. I'm in Scotland, Paisley, an adorable but boring town not far from nation's largest city Glasgow. Though snow surprised local people very early, late November, i'm pleased that there is no snow outside at the moment. It was quite warm yesterday, for a winter day, and according to BBC it will be around plus five today. Murr, not bad for the New Year's Eve.

I miss my friends and family dearly. And it was sad to not be with them over Christmas.

I'm feeling good though because my life has changed in the past year more than I thought it would.

Let's run back now. At the begining of the year I was still living in Canada. I had applied to universities in December and I wondered if I'd get accepted. I was very frustrated about school because of upcoming exams. However, i was pleased that the second semester would start within a month.

I don't think I ever even pictured myself at a university. Yes, of course, i had the thought, and hope that i will be, but the image in my head never reached beyond a piece of paper that would say that I'm in.

Feels so weird how much life can change in one year. I was hoping i'd be able to explain, but i can't find the right words.

So I plan on having an unforgettable last day of the year. I have a secret. You guessed it, i'm not gonna tell you.


Blah, today words are not being my friends.

So, do look back on the things that have changed. Take a bow, yet another year well played. The curtain closes and quickly the set is changed. Light and sound operators are ready, actors in places, director's palms are getting sweaty, the audience turns to quite as the room sinks into darkness. The stage crew re-open the curtain as sound operator hits PLAY - a brand new theme song is on. Light operator turns on the fifth knob to full brightness, it's a spotlight on you.
Let the play begin.



Ay, happy new year my dear imaginary friends!




P.S. I might change the title from "i'm like a dragonfly" to "i am a dragonfly."

6 Words

NaBloPoMo:
Describe what happiness means to you using just six words.

Me:
Happiness - biking when it is raining.

It's in Your Hands

Feels like my hands are growing bigger. I wash my face with water of rain. It stings. Small drops run down my face. I feel them tickling my neck and I can't help but to smile.

My arms are getting bigger - I'm able to hold my own head. Feels like an absolute mystery. Can you imagine how it is to have your own head in your hands, and have full control over it? It almost feels like a dream, like flying in clouds. And then you want to hold on, but there's nothing solid. It's the sky. So I just keep holding my own head, I can't let it fall.

It's not really a story. More like a confession you see. My arms are eager to hold the entire world. I know I'd trip and drop it on the ground. It would brake into billion pieces and I'd feel like the one who drove the earth over a cliff. I'd have an unbearable feeling of guilt. So I always choose not to take the risk.

I'm too coward.

The rain hits a pause button and my face slowly drys off, while my arms begin to shrink. And the next thing I know, there's surface beneath my feet, and no longer am I holding my head.

Why did I have to let go?

Kam negadās

Zinu, zinu, ka nēsmu rakstījusi katru dienu. Tā nu sanāca, ka blogi galīgi izkrita no prāta. Pat biju piemirsusi par Song of the Day blogu un četras dienas no vietas nebija jauna dziesma. Šausmas!

Bet es tiku tam pāri un tagad viss ir labi! Nē nu patiesība jau vienmēr viss ir labi, bet dažkārt ir labi to uzsvērt.

Svētdien tiku izbraukt no pilsētas. Tas bija atsvaidzinoši. Kaut ko savādāku vajadzēja. Vairāk jau tāpēc, ka "lielo" sniegu dēļ sanāca sēdēt istabā teju vai visu nedēļu, jo univeristāte taču bija slēgta.

Rit pēdējā nedēļa pirms Ziemassvētku brīvlaika. Jauki! :)

Pagājušajā nedēļā arī pirmo reizi cepu zemesrieku svieta cepumus. Sanāca ļoti gardi!!! Un biju mīļa un padalījos ar dzivokļa biedrenēm. hehe

Bučas mīlīši!

Ļoti netīšām.

Nezin kāpēc atminējos kādu savdabīgu blēņu kuru pastrādāju 2007. gada vasarā. Pat nevaru īsti saprast kādēļ šis nedarbs atausis prātā. Visnotaļ savādi.

Tas atgadījās iepriekš minētā gada augustā, kad biju tanī dīķa pusē. Neatminos kādēļ, bet es meklēju savu dzimšanas apliecību (vai pasi). Kamēr meklēju netīšām uzodu kaut ko, ko nevajadzēja, un es pamanījos ieurbt savu degunu tā ne pa jokam. Diemžēl nedrīkstu neko stāstīt, jo nevienam tā arī neatzinos par to ko biju uzrakusi. Bet es jutos nelāgi par to, ka biju pārlieku ziņkārīga.

Tā lūk, tagad jūs zinat pusi no noslēpuma kuru nekad nevienam nebiju klāstijusi.


Rīt universitāte vaļā, bet man piektdienās lekciju ņau. Murr. Visu nedēļu sanāca gurķi laist.
Bet nu, protams, es turpinu cītīgi atbildēt uz Yahoo jautājumiem. Njā, visai skumji....

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"Men are made of disappointment."
/22.11.10/


I still can't figure out what women are made of..