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| Thursday, March 6th, 2003 | |
| 10:57 | Tik reti es sapņoju, bet vēl retāk es dzīvoju. Kur es esmu? Kas es esmu? Es pats sev jautāju ... ... un pats sev arī atbildu. Viss ir tik vienkārši- man ir viss un man nav nekā. - Saulaina pēcpusdiena pludmalē, piektdienas vakars divatā, pastaigas pusnaktī un vakars sveču gaismā... Kas ir tas ko Tu man piedāvā? Man pieder viss un man nav nekā, pat tas ko Tu man piedāvā... |
| 10:40 | SĀP Vakar spēlējām futbolu. Sniegā. Progresīvi. Cieta mana pēda. Šodien nevaru paiet. Ja eju, tad ar lielām grūtībām. Sāp. Ļoti. |
| 10:38 | |
| Tuesday, March 4th, 2003 | |
| 10:46 | Labrīt...testa rezultāts #2  Your Heart is Purple What Color is Your Heart? brought to you by Quizilla |
| Monday, March 3rd, 2003 | |
| 11:11 | Labrīt! Labrīt mīļās lēdijas un džentelmeņi! Pirmdiena: 3. marts... un nav nekā jauna šai pasaulē... BET, ja būs es noteikti to neuzzināšu. Anyway - Labrīt! |
| Sunday, March 2nd, 2003 | |
| 19:33 | again me te atkal es ar savam lapiņām... "Manas domas klejo tālu. Kā tik nav bijis. Kas piedots un kas nesadzijis. Un nobirst pa asarai par negulētām vasaras naktīm, par ugunskurā dziestošām oglēm un agrām rasas lāsēm... Tik dažādi mēs, kaut tikai cilvēki esam, tik daudz ir ko mīlēt, tik daudz ir ko nīst, rētas tik vienas visilgāk dzīst... Tik daudz kā ir bijis, tik daudz kā vēl būs, bet tomēr ir Tas kas vieno mūs!" (25. janvāris 03:31) |
| 18:44 | Which Avril Lavigne Song Are You? Interesnati, kas tas ir... lūk rezultāts:  Which Avril Lavigne Song Are You? |
| 18:24 | Help!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (....i need somebody) Help!!!!! (...not just anybody) Paligā... ja kāds iegriežas manā necilajā journal'ā, varētu man izpalīdzēt ar tā izskatu, jo man nav ne jausmas kā to izveidot... Help! |
| 18:04 | atmiņas...atmiņas tālas.... Atradu kaut kur sen pierakstītus pantiņus, nu tad vienreiz būšu oriģināls un uzrakstīšu kaut ko no sevis.... (turpmāko tekstu citēšu 1:1, pat ja tas nesakritīs ar manām šī mirkļa izjūtām, bet, ja jau esmu to kādreiz rakstījis...pat datumu un laiku dažiem atradu) "Sāpes dziesmā izdziedātas, skumjas putniem izdāvātas. Asaras ar pirmo lietu tālu jūrā aizskalotas. Pirmais sniegs - kā asas rētas, vienmēr sāp, kad snieg. Snieg. Domas tā kā pieneņpūkas ziedu pļavā izkaisītas. Aiziet diena - atnāk nakts, aiziet nakts un atnāk rīts. Aiziet Kāds , bet nenāk vairs neviens... Snieg." (23. janvāris 04:02) "Es apmaldos savā pilsētā. Pirmo reizi. Tik savāds šeit šorīt ir viss, pat uzraksts uz vecās sētas, tāds mazliet padzisis. Vēja nav, tas aizgāja uz labākiem medību laukiem. Es gribēju noglāstīt sauli, bet arī tā bija pakāpusies augstāk. Un jūs... ...jūs paslēpāties aiz mākoņiem, izlikdamies, ka manis nemaz te nav. Tikai vecais dziesminieks dziedāja to pašu dziesmu, ko vienmēr. Šķiet šorīt es sapratu kapēc?" (23. janvāris 04:17) Current Mood: artistic |
| 15:58 | shoot ME, i'm fool Tas jau nebūšu es, ja neielikšu to kā ES jūtos ŠODIEN, bet vispār sāku sadzīvot ar journal'u... un savu vienīgo draugu... anyway you refrain to kill the beast in chains is it dead on time or never been alive is it pokin´ through your eyes? And what will come when all the realms have gone is it you? and I will be king after all and suffocate no more getting high on your glance on every tinsel shine shoot me, I´m a fool that´s all I ask you to that´s all I ask of you of you you restrain from all we could have changed was it meant to fail with all those rusty nails was it senseless in your mind and I close my eyes I got home I feel that I´m alive like a moth towards the light that has not completely died shoot me, I´m a fool that´s all I ask you to that´s all I ask of you of you it´s up to you shoot me, I´m a fool that´s all I ask you to that´s all I ask of you of you of you you shoot me I´m a fool that´s all I ask you to that´s all I ask of you of you |
| 02:48 | saturday rocks Ta kā es visu daru no mirkļa iespaidiem, skanot Liquido dziesmai Saturday rocks vienkārši nevarēju neielikt tās liriku, lai VISI zina, kā es šobrīd jūtos... SATURDAY ROCKS it´s too late to say goodbye . maybe things could work out right . no need to cry . and I won´t let go . and you said you know . I remember times I had . some where happy some where absolutely sad . but I believed in you . sometimes feeling blue ... `cause saturday rocks . oh no ... no need for me to stay and loose . ignoring me burned out and used . what can I say it´s just too late . ignoring me a real big fake . `cause saturday rocks, saturday rocks oh no . I never wanted you to go . you went away I didn´t mean to hurt you so . and we disagree . the best for you and me . ´cause saturday rocks oh no . no need for me to stay and loose . ignoring me burned out and used . what can I say it´s just too late . ignoring me a real big fake . ´cause saturday rocks, saturday rocks oh no ... we disagree on everything everyone should be blamed . no need for me to stay and loose . ignoring me burned out and used . saturday rocks ... oh no .... |
| 01:27 | ieraksts #2 Otrā diena ar journal'u!!! YES Šodien ar Gunchu (Gundaru) esam rajona aviizē(http://www.sz.lv/sz/news/view_ar viņš tikai kļūdas dēļ nosaukts par Gunti ... arī labi! (laikam) Kā šodien jūtos?... klausos Jack Johnson un Edwin McCain un sapņoju... The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful Stop me and steal my breath Emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky Never revealing their depth Tell me that we belong together Dress it up with the trappings of love I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above I'll be your cryin' shoulder I'll be love suicide I'll be better when I'm older I'll be the greatest fan of your life Rain falls angry on the tin roof As we lie awake in my bed You're my survival, you're my living proof My love is alive and not dead Tell me that we belong together Dress it up in the trappings of love I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above I've dropped out, burned up, fought my way back from the dead Tuned in, turned on, remembered the thing you said |
| Friday, February 28th, 2003 | |
| 23:17 | Don MCLean - American Pie (tas tā ka būtu mans dzīves stāsts *protams, ar dažām izmaiņām**) A long, long time ago I can still remember how that music used to make me smile and I knew if I had my chance that I could make those people dance and maybe they'd be happy for a while but February made me shiver with every paper I delivered, bad news on the door step, I couldn't take one more step, I can't remember if I cried when I read about his widowed bride but something touched me deep inside, the day, the music, died. So... Bye, bye Miss American Pie drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry an them good ol' boys were drinkin whiskey and rye singin this will be the day that I die, this will be the day that I die. Did you write the book of love and do you have faith in God above, if the bible tells you so, and do you believe in rock n' roll, can music save your mortal soul and can you teach me how to dance real slow? Well I know that you're in love with him cuz I saw you dancin in the gym you both kicked off your shoes and I dig those rhythm and blues. I was a lonely teenage bronkin buck with a pink carnation and a pick up truck but I knew I was out of luck, the day, the music, died. I started singin... Now for ten years we've been on our own and moss grows fat on a rollin stone but that's not how it used to be, when the jester sang for the king and queen in a coat he borrowed from James Dean and a voice that came from you and me, oh and while the king was looking down, the jester stole his thorny crown the courtroom was adjourned, no verdict was returned, and while Lenin read a book on Marx, the quartet practiced in the park and we sang dirges in the dark, the day, the music, died. We were singin... Helter Skelter in a summer swelter the birds flew off with a fallout shelter, eight miles high and fallin fast, its the land that falled on the grass the players tried for a forward pass with the jester on the sidelines in a cast, now the half-time air was sweet perfume while the sergeants played a marching tune we all got up to dance oh but we never got the chance oh as the players tried to take the field the marching band refused to yield do you recall what was revealed, the day, the music, died. We started singin... Oh and there we were all in one place, a generation lost in space with no time left to start again, so come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack Flash sat on a candle stick because fire is the devils only friend, oh and as I watched him on the stage, my hands were clinched in fists of rage, no angel born in hell could break that satan's spell and as the planes climbed high into the night to light the sacrificial right I saw satan laughing with delight, the day, the music, died. He was singin... I met a girl who sang the blues and I asked her for some happy news but she just smiled and turned away, I went down to the sacred store where I'd heard the music years before but the man there said the music wouldn't play and in the streets the children screamed, the lovers cried, and the poets dreamed but not a word was spoken, the church bells all were broken and the three men I admire most, the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost, they caught the last train for the coast, the day, the music, died, and they were singin... They were singin... Bye, bye Miss American Pie drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry an them good ol' boys were drinkin whiskey and rye singin this will be the day that I die. |
| 23:10 | ārprāc Tiko paskatījos kā tas viss izskatās.... |
| 23:02 | uh... beidzot ielogojos! paldies dazhiem labiem cilveecinjiem, kuri mani to iedvesmoja izdariit... gruutaakais bija ar "username", labi kaads sanaaca taads sanaaca... pasham taa nevisai, bet no manis izvirziitajiem variantiem tas bija vis pienjemaamaakais... es ceru, ka prieksh pirmaa ieraksta ir labi... veel varbut pielikshu par savu nicku...maybe |
