A Week Ago

It's been a week since I moved. And just about yesterday I realized that I've lived in four places in the last 12 moths. How crazy is that? It's a rhetorical question, no need to answer. It seems like all I've been doing is looking for a new room to rent.
Anywho, I really hope that this place will be satisfying enough to not have to move again any times soon. At least not while I'm in this city.
I moved to a place where I was least likely to move to. A flat on the other end of the city, meaning I have to take public transportation in the morning to get to work. (I am a person who can not stand crowded buses!!!) Before I used to walk almost everywhere, but now I have a bus pass, so I choose to take the bus even if for a short distance.
Second is that I live with one person, a guy, from a different ethnic background. While originally I was looking to live with more than one person, since I've always believed it is more fun to live with more people. While I don't necessarily like people with me all the time, i like knowing that there is someone in the house. And well, I chose a flat that is not very cheap, the rational part of me would have gone with a not-so-good flat with cheaper rent.
So I contradicted myself in every way, chose something that I was least likely to choose. This surprised not only me, but people around me as well.

Last Saturday I was out with some friends, and got home at around 3 am. I had to be in work on Sunday, so I went straight to bed to get at least a little sleep. At 7 am there were police officers banging at the door (welcome to the neighbourhood), they had received a call from my flatmates cell phone, and they had come here to check if everything was ok. However, my flatmate wasn't home, so it was quite frustrating. The police, and I called him several times, but he refused to share his location. It was so confusing!!!
But in the end everything turned out well, and I even made it on time to work.
On Monday was poker night, but Bar 10 was closed and no one had been informed that it will be shut for the night. So we all just went to a casino to play poker there, but i had little luck and lost soon. Played some Blackjack, that turned out to be fun, since I got some money out of it! :P
Rest of the week went by pretty well. Work is like usual, just getting to it is a hassle, ..no it's not a hassle, but ugh, i just dislike going to work by bus. When it's time to get home, it literally takes ages. OK, NO it does not, but it takes long. I don't like this. But I'll get used to it.
On Thursday I bought pizza. Had watermelon for dessert. And topped the evening with loads of Youtube videos (enjoyed the unlimited wi-fi).
Friday I went out with two gals. The club was alright, but one of the girls got sick soon, and started disappearing on us. So we found her and had to call it a night a bit earlier than expected. By the time I got home I too got a bit sick. Probably because too much drinks had been mixed (wine, champagne, gin, apple sourz....). And today I had a bad hangover, I don't usually get that.. It was not a pleasant morning. Spent rest of the day watching Big Bang Theory and Bones.
My life really seems empty at the moment, maybe I need a new hobby, or just pick up an old one...?

Migrating Fox

It's been dull, rainy all day; just the way I love it. But I spent most of the day inside anyway. I was at work. It always sucks to go back to work after a holiday.. Even when the holidays aren't long (like mine, usually short and sweet!!). The days are getting shorter, it's already getting dark outside now, and it's just almost seven in the evening. It's poker night tonight. I don't really know why I keep attending poker nights. It seems so vague, so shallow and empty. But somehow they fill up an entire evening almost every week. Some part of all that experience even fuels me.. in a way that can not be explained. My holiday was so short, but it seems like I was gone for at least two weeks. I am so recharged, a part of me has reborn, and I feel like an entirely new being. I can feel my pulse, and I can feel myself living, rather than existing. But my job brings me down. To be straight forward, my job is depressing to it's last molecule. Every bit of it is plain sad. I try to be positive, but I realize how pathetic it feels. I live for little things, the things that step by step are losing meaning, step by step my priorities change. And I often find myself at a state where I do not care about anything at all. There are moments where nothing has meaning, I feel as if life is an empty shall that simply lies on the shore, waiting to be washed away. What is life really? Is it a game? Or is it a book, that has already been written? I don't know how I view the concept of life.

Life is fiction..

Is it?

Wicklow Mountains

Birthday Post #1

So it's 00:00 now; today is the 18th of September and it's my twin brothers birthday today. :D Yeah, not very original since I've said it before, but still, not many people can say that, right? :P Just got home from Poker Monday. Now I should get a good night rest because tomorrow is going to be a long day. Hopefully there will be more posts regarding my birthday, so keep your eyes open. :))

Gamble

Isn't the entire life just one big gamble? I bet anyone would agree. You can't really know what life could offer you next. Sometimes you get some good cards, and you can go all-in in almost any situation with little, if any, risk. Other times you just gotta play your life with the cards that you get. You can either fold all the time, or you can play with what you get. There come times when you have to gamble when chances of "winning" are slim. There are times when the chances of winning slide right down, making your winning chances even lower. But the thing is that you really need to gamble. You will lose, and you will win. It just takes practice to learn from losses and from the wins. It takes skills, all sorts of skills to be able to bring the luck towards you. So really, life is not always about luck and chances. It's about playing. One once said, "You can't win if you don't play." There, so go and play the game called life. ;) Go all-in, fold, play, bluff....what ever you do do, remember that we all die anyway, so there isn't really a way to win this.
Just enjoy the game, gamers.

Easy Livin'

It's not always easy to live like I do. I know it might seem as nothing hard, being reckless. But for me, as a person who still has some dignity, and sense of responsibility, it is not always easy to just do things, and think later (or not think at all). Yesterday was poker night at Bar Ten. I had not been to a game for a while now (even thought I had gone over there on a Monday anyway, just for a few drinks). I did well,just as I thought I would and placed second. After that some of us headed to the karaoke bar, where I finally saw/heard Gunta sing. I don't remember what she was singing though, something not too well-known. Blah, blah, blah, night went on, and things got out of hand. Hahaha, I did something that I shouldn't have done. It's the aftermath that kind of makes me want to stop being stupid. I really should learn to let it go. Some day I will be gone from Glasgow, and then I will simply remember that I had a really fun time. It will all be history. I got home at 8:05, and left for work at 8:20. At 8:30 I was rocking and rolling at work. My supervisor made a comment "Don't you just love being young?" of course, I agreed to this statement. :D

Anywhore, I am still only a human, and a part of me wishes yesterday never happened. But it did, so I'll take the best of it and live on with my odd life. 




Oh, and Friday night was pretty sick as well, but I can't really tell more that I already did.
Just saying.

Join the Party!

As it turns out vine is my happy drink.

I went to my poker-monday last night, and for the first tine at that bar I had vine. Despite the fact that I lost, I was happy all night long. A very fun night.

But what I really wanted to write is the fun of coincidences. You see, yesterday I was wearing this very cute dark green sweater/top, and then I put on a very neat necklace that looked very good with the sweater due to some matching colours. So I was playing poker and at one point i realized that I was wearing the top that my mom got for me from when she was in Italy, and the necklace that I was wearing was the one that my dad had gotten for me from when he was in Italy just very recently. I know it doesn't seem like anything to you. But i believe it's a very odd coincidence.

Meanwhile, I just keep writing. ;)

le Weekend

Yesterday was the Christmas night out. The bosses of our workplace had invited all of us to a dinner and a free bar evening. First of all, not many people showed up, that was a disappointment. The food was not well prepared. The main course lacked seasoning and was cold, but the dessert was much too sweet. The starter, though, was prepared very well, and tasted nice.
The free bar was limited to main menue drinks, and our boss shut down this part of the event at eleven o'clock due to the already high bill. How great is that? At around midnight me and my friend left, had a few drinks at my place, and that was the end of the story.

Today i must buy two important postcards. Then i might go view another room (you know, me moving and all..).
In the evening i sort of have a date, but i'm gonna cancel it anyway. :D

Work tomorrow, and then Latvian poker final table at 19:00 (i'm definatelly gonna be late, since sundays are always busy at work).


Happy go lucky....

Day 5

Today is the final day of my 5-day-pre-holiday-weekend. I've been out and about every night since Thursday. Today is the last day because tomorrow i'll be leaving for my holiday. :)

On Thursday i met up with Gunta for a few beers. On Friday was my colleagues birthday party. Saturday the same birthday party continued. Sunday i went to Latvian poker night. And today, Monday, it's the big poker night. The plan is to have a real good time!! :))

Plus i can not wait for tomorrow!!!!!!!!!

Cheerios my friends.

Le Weekend

Yesterday I had arranged a meeting with my frined. The plan was to have a few drinks at the pub where we play poker on Mondays. All that isn't important. What is quite...well, interesting is who we met while we were there. A guy who has a story, let's just say that. And as the night progressed my friend said that we should go out and about after the pub. I just went with it. ...


Blah, blah, blah... Long story short, I didn't spend the night at home.. and then I went straight to work. :D


P.S. I got my earrings back btw. 

Zubabibubaibe 2

Labs ir, centīšos šoreiz nedaudz garāk pastāstīt kā man iet. Saule pārāk agri riet. Katru dienu paliek neievilkti elpas vilcieni. Laiks skrien, nezin kur stāties. Dzīvi padara raibāku jaunā alerģija. Man ir alerģija pret vēsturi, pret pagātni, pret to, kas kādreiz ir bijis. Nepalīdz lētās tabletes, ko darīt? Es nezinu. Nenāk miegs vēlās nakts stundās. Nenāk miegs vispār. Dzīvojos pa pilsētu cauru nakti, mājās pārnāku agros rītos. Tad ārdu māju, dziedu līdzi bezgaumīgajām dziesmām, kas nebeidz skanēt caur vecā rādžiņa tumbām. Skaņas kvalitātei gan nav ne vainas. Izsīkušiem spēkiem dodos uz darbu. Tur spēku nemaz nevajag, vismaz ne fizisko. Emocionāli ir grūti. Ir rutīna. Rutīna ir ķēms. Rutīna ir mans vienīgais ienaidnieks. Kad neizgulējies, tad nav nemaz tik grūti, jo smadzenes ieslēdzas autopilotā; viss jau iepriekš ir darīts, vairākas reizes. Lieki sacīt, ka vīrieši padara dzīvi vēl neciešamāku. Viņi domā, ka var darīt kā grib. Viņi domā, ka es neesmu riebīga, gaida nez ko. Tas tak man uz pieres rakstīts, ka klāt labāk nenākt. Viņi neklausa. Tad lūdz, lai palīdzu, bet paši nekad neko. Vēl viņi tēlo, ka zin, kas ir sarkasms. Viņi konstanti nodarbojas ar fikcijas veidošanu. Un viņi uzskata, ka zagt auskarus ir stilīgi. Citi vēl apsaukā mani par mīļo un dārgo. Grēcinieki tādi. Neveicas ne kārtīs, ne mīlestībā. Neveicas vispār nekur. Neveicas. Punkts. Un jā, es atkal skaļi klusēju, tikai šoreiz citā frekvencē. Neesi aita, ej gulēt taču.

Poker

Quick update

Latvian poker: The new season started last Sunday. I placed second.


Monday poker (Nuts League): Was the final game of the season, so last chance to place in the finals. On Monday I placed eighth. In the final list I'm right above the line, so I qualify to play in the final. Yeey! :))

Čukst

Gar vecām rindu mājām aiztek emociju vilnis. Es rakstu tev vēstuli. Domās tā jau sen ir aploksnē ar marku, apzīmogota un ceļā uz tavu Ģertrūdes ielu. Bet patiesībā tā nav. Patiesība ir nedaudz novītusi, nav papīra lapas. Rezerves pildspalvai beigusies tinte, un nepietiek naudas, lai iegādātos markas. Pavisam atklāti, arī īstie vārdi vēl nav piemeklēti. Bet te nu es esmu, rakstu tev vēstuli.

Vakar sākās aukstuma stundas. Tās vairs nebūs skaitāmas, tas vairs nebūs noslepkavots vasaras karstums. Būs parasts ziemeļu rudens, pat pārejas posms tiek izlaists. Arī brīnumi kā atvasara šai malā nenotiek.

Iedalītas ir domāšanas kārtis. Nekas nav paredzams. Ak, ko melo, paredzams ir viss, bet Antiņam bail kāpt stikla kalnā. Tur nepieciešama vīza, un jāsakrāj daudz zelta. Tomēr impulsi dzen uz vēl neesošām robežām. Tie dzen mani tālāk no tevis. Nebēdā draugs, es arī no citiem plašumiem sūtīšu tev vēstules.

Jau augusts

 Man riebjas rutīnas. Viss atkārtojas. No rīta ceļos vienā laikā, viena un tā pati sasodītā minūte. Es paveru acis, jau nogurusi, telefonā digitālā pulksteņa švīkas rāda 6:35.6:35. 6:35. Sasodīts, 6:35. Modinātājs noskan tikai 7:15.Nezinu, varbūt kāds kaimiņos dien dienā ceļas tanī laikā. Vai varbūt tās kaijas, kas mūždien klaigā iebrēcas īpaši skaļi tieši 6:30 ik rītu.

Vārdu trūkuma dēl pastāstīšu kā pēdējās divās nedēļās gājis poker spēlē. Labi nav gājis, bet kopvērtējumā ir tomēr izdevies saglabāt piekto vietu. Pagaidām. Man tomēr ir vairāk jāsaņemas, lai var beigās spēlēt finālā..tas gan vēl tālu. Vienīgā bēda par pirmdienām tāda, ka vienmēr sanāk notriekt daudz naudas. Ar visu Buy inu, dzērieniem, lūzer galdu, un, protams, vakara turpinājumu. Vienmēr vakars nebeidzas ar pokeri vien. Pagājušajā nedēļā mājās biju nedaudz pēc pieciem. Šonedēļ biju laicīgāk, bija biči pirms četriem, kad beidzot pārnācu. No centra nācām divatā, jo viens cilvēks ar dzīvo šajā pilsētas pusē. Līdz ar to divatā sanāca iet ilgi, bet vismaz ceļš likās īsāks. :D Ar kompāniju vienmēr jautrāk kā nekā. :))


Pirms pāris dienām lejuplādēju Tildes vārdnīcu, tas nozīmē, ka tagad varu rakstīt latviešu burtiem nemeklējot tos netā. Labais papīrs! :D

First Post From My Very Own Laptop!!!

Well hello people everywhere. I'm super excited at the moment. Yesterday I finally got my own laptop. I had money saved from work, so I can say that it really is 100% mine. :P

Today I bought mobile internet. It costs a lot, so i will not be browsing too much, but at least I'll be able to skype people (actually skype is installing as i'm writing this).


Other than that, Latvian poker tonight. I'll try to concentrate, since i need to get a good spot today, so I can gain more points than until now. Wish me luck.

Loads of KiSSes! :))



P.S. I need to come up with a name for my laptop! Any ideas?

Dos Semanas

Lately i've partied like never before. It's been normal to get to work with a terrible hangover. Mondays have been out of control. Getting home at 4am this Monday seemed like an early night. So i've decided to change things up. I've been planning this since last week. I said that when my (now ex) boyfriend would leave, i'd stay off alcohol for a week. But then by the end of last week i reimproved this plan, now i'll stay off alcohol for two weeks. The two weeks started yesterday, on a Tuesday.

I'm excited for this. Haha. :D


Bet rīt tētim vārda diena. :)

Pirmdiena.

Pirmdien gāja jautri. Biju uz Slotu poker vakaru. Todien sākās jauna sezona. Gāja man visai labi, ierindojos otrajā vietā no 18 spēlētājiem. Pašai prieks. Vēl es laimēju īpašo, ceļojošo cepuri. To vinnē tā, ka izsit laukā to, kam iepriekš bijusi šī cepure. Tad nu nākamnedēļ tas, kas izsitīs mani iegūs cepuri, un nedaudz piķi, desmit mārciņas. Kad pokeris bij galā tiku pierunāta doties tusēt. Bijām uz to pašu klubu kuru iepriekšējā nedēļā. Tad galam uz kazino, netikām iekšā, jo dažiem labiem nebija ID paņēmies līdzi. Gājām uz citu kazino, bet tanī ar iekšā netikām. Blandijāmies apkārt. Viens čalis normāli ar mani flirtēja, bet es neko. :P Bija pulkstens gandrīz pieci un es nolēmu doties mājup. Ārā bija jau gaišs. Mājās nonācu apmēram divdesmit mīnues pirms sešiem. Līdz sešiem biju jau sapņu zemē.
Biči aizgulējos un nokavēju darbu.. Tas gan nebija labi, tā nedrīkst vairāk. Turēt ir labi, bet tad vismaz nevajadzēja iet gulēt, tad nebūtu nokavējusi. :P

Eh, mūžu dzīvo, mūžu mācies.

Nākamais poker vakars būs svētdien ar letiņiem, tad pirmdien ar skotiem. Tagad drīz 'jāceļas', lai dotos uz darbu.. Lai gan ir day off.

Jauku jums nedēļas nogali. Es varbūt sestdien braukšu uz Edinburgu..tas vēl nav izlemts.

Atā pagaidām.

Būs kā būs.

Skaidrs jau ir kāds būs iznākums, bet interesanti kā līdz tam tiksim. Pēdējo dienu laikā esmu galīgi pārgurusi. Sanāk maz gulēt, daudz tusēt, un nepārtraukti domāt par to kā būtu, ja būtu.

Draugs ielidoja piektdien. Šodien viņš aizdevās prom uz Īriju ciemoties pie draugiem. Man prieks, ka varu atvilkt elpu un izgulēties. Lai gan šodien tā pat nesanāks, jo plānoju doties spēlēt pokeri. Šodien gan mājup došos laicīgi. .. Vēl jāizlemj, dzert šodien alu vai nē? That is the question.

The Great Lame Ideas

I bought a typewriter. It's blue with black buttons. It's in my room. It smells like history. It is perfect.


The past few days have been quite event-full. Friday I was drinking with some coworkers. Then Saturday morning i got my typewriter. And the evening was spent by drinking with my flat mates. Sunday i had to work, hangover, but alive. Sunday evening was the latvian poker night. Once poker was over we went to a pub. I was home at about three am. Monday, work again. Hangover again. Evening - went to play poker with the Scottish people. And i got the first place out of 20 players. Was an amazing feeling. Then we went to a pub. After that we took a taxi to friend's place. And then i started walking home. I sort of got lost, since i had no clue where i was. I ended up on a highway, i think. That night i had a LOT of beer. Was worth it though. Had a good night. As i was on my way, a cab driver stopped and asked me if i was lost and where i was heading. He gave me a lift home. For free. He said that his work day was over and he was heading home already. And he also said that he feels good for helping a nice person. I couldn't stop saying "thank you"s. Was home by three am, again. Tuesday - work. Gosh, drinking THAT much before a work day was not a smart idea. But i survived. Now i need sleep. But maybe i'll go to Starbucks later to write something.. :)

That's all you get for now folks. Take care my dear friends.

I'm happy!

Pirmdiena.

Šodien pirmdiena. Esmu ieslīkusi šokolādes atkarības posmā. Tā man liek justies labi, man piekāst par kalorijām un tamlīdzīgiem brīnumiem. Tā gan nav. Bet nu neko nevaru padarīt, galvā spārdas viena nelāga doma un velk mani uz leju, tad lūk ir šokolāde kas palīdz. Jo redz tai iekšās ir visādas ķīmiskās vielas, kas liek cilvēkbērnam justies labi. Apčakarē smadzenes īsāk sakot. Katrā ziņā, šokolāde ir labāka par cigaretēm un alkoholu. Tā kā pagaidām viss štokos. :) ...un vispār, ja jāsaka būtu atklāti, tad man jau sāk apnikt, jo nav jau tā vietējā šokolāde nemaz tik laba. Laimas noteikti gardāka, bet ar beļģu lielisko šokolādi nemaz salīdzināt nevar.

Drīz ciemos būs mans draugs, jeb boyfriends. Šovakar plānojam skatīties kādu DVD.

Āāā, un rīt atkal agri jāceļas.

Starpcitu, vakar atkal spēlēju pokeri. Negāja labi, bet slikti ar nebija. ;)

Skrienu uz dušu.
Atā pagaidām.

Picture This

I'm walking alone from the train station. It's close to midnight. Paisley is seen as a very ''safe'' town, especially the East end, where my 'home' happens to be.

Oh, by the way, poker was moved to yesterday (Wednesday night). There were nine players, and I ended up in the third position this time. Not too bad, not too good. But just for playing I get points, so i hope to be playing in the finals once this 'batch' is done..

After poker I took one of the last trains back to Paisley. The walk from the station to the residence is about 15 minutes. The streets are pretty much empty at this time, especially the ones I have to walk in. When i'm about half way i see a man in front of me who's walking my way. You're probably speculating what I was thinking, or who this guy was. As I walk closer to him, he moves closer to me, and is clearly approaching me. You'd think i'd avoid him(?) No. I had some beer at the pub while playing poker, by the way..

Anyway.

You want to know what happened?

.....to be continued, maybe.

... Nope, i'm gonna keep this as just another secret of mine. ;)