This is what gives me chills:
and ofcourse 1R
Wednesday, 23 June 2010
why did I get so sick just before leaving to home :( I can hardly stand how much my ear hurts, i can't eat, can't drink because of the pain... and i am not ready to leave like that, to spend my night totally ill in the airport in Brussels, while waiting for the plane.. pills don't help me, they don't reduce the fucking pain :( I am sad.. and mad about it! :(
Sunday, 20 June 2010
Saturday, 19 June 2010
Thursday, 17 June 2010
Il m'a dit un jour, écoute petit
Va cours rattrape ta chance
Vis ton rêve la vie te sourit
En une seconde, un oui, un non
Tu passes à côté
Ne pense pas dans le vent du courage
Tu seras reçu par ceux qui t'aiment
Ceux qui dans le fond d'un regard
En silence te comprennent
Et ils partageront les mêmes peines, les tiennes
Ces centains de haine,
les fois où tu parles trop
Les fois où tu dis rien tu fais rien
Quand tu as l'impression de vivre
Toujours le même quotidien
Ne baisse pas les bras, ne lâche pas
Prends le temps de te dire Qu'il y a un ange derrière toi
et va trouver le plus fort en toi au fond de toi
Le bonheur est au bout des doigts
Ne l'oublie pas!
I am looking for somebody sincere. The one who would not be occupied only with his own problems, but would listen and understand mines too! Because it looks like everything is fine with me, but I am not... I am not the one who will run out and scream in a bad voice that i feel bad. I will keep everything inside and bite my tongue not to say it out loud. This is the way I am. And it is very hard being me!
Friday, 11 June 2010
Wednesday, 2 June 2010
I think I am going back to that old girl with long posts on her passport to paris. Many things have been going on in my life, and the short sentences that i wrote in here didn't show my life completely, though they showed what I felt!
The summer has come very fast, but it doesn't feel like summer. I don't have my Baltic sea, and my cat sunbathing in his garden outside my window, there's no swimming every single night with my friends at the moonlight, and there's no waterpipe .. this time it is different.. In Paris you can feel yourself as a prisoner, who can't escape from te city buzz and problems, and people.. you know, because people are problems.. they make problems... you do have parties, you do have fancy restaurants, friends, you do laugh and you do enjoy your life. But God I need rest, a bit of rest!
And yesterday my boss let me go on vacation! I am coming home! What an incredible feeling after some months of depression about the fact that I won't be able to come! I have those 7 days at home and I am so happy! Only those who are away can understand what it means, to be back in your room, and to speak your language, and to see your sister and mum, and friends, and drink tea in your room and smoking shisha and to take a bus Salaspils- Riga again, and pay those 60 centimes for that and go siging in a choire and go partying to Old Riga and yes, speak latvian! 26th of June