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April 30th, 2008
April 24th, 2008
11:23 pm - Processing...
Latvian literature A1 HL
English language A1 SL
Math HL
Business SL
Biology HL
Computer science SL
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Theory Of Knowledge
German language
History of Latvia
Final Edit pēc mēneša.
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09:30 pm - ***
I was once the warrior of the people who were too open-minded, too free and full of knowledge to be left alive, of those people who were hunted down and killed like helpless animals only because they were...better than others. They could not stand up for themselves because they loathed violence and murder of any kind. At the beginning I was one of them. But when the Monsters came to take away my family that had done no evil to any of them or anyone else - I didn't obey the rules of the society, I turned their monstrous weapons against them and killed them all, one by one. Blood covered my body and my mind abounded with their screams for many more nights. And still, my destiny was deceided. The people of the woods, as Monsters called us, were looking upon me as their savious but not as one of them anymore as I had taken lives. I was their warrior, one among many, as I had gathered forces to protect my people. We were feared by the Monsters more than anything. We brought death and havoc to those who came to ruin our homes and kill our families. Still, none of the warriors really belongs to the people of the woods anymore. We sacrificed everything we had to protect those worthy of living more than any else.
I was once the warriror of the people...right until I started to foresee more than every next move of my opponent, right until fire became my weapon instead of a sword. I could see the nearest future, always. But it was too much when I got able to see further...as far as I would wish. And there were visions that came over me against my will. Those were visions of pain, blood, tears and suffering, those were visions of the dark ages. It started to overcome me during the battles. I was in such pain I could not continue fighting anymore, not even for the freedom of my own. I spent the next years locked in a dark room, going crazy from the things I saw. Many times the people of the woods came to put out the fires I caused that time. They were trying to help me get rid of the visions and then to accept them as a part of my nature, because they finally admitted they see no way to "cure" me. I was considered mentally ill because I could not put up with the things I saw and very often could not even understand. That is how I was forgotten by everyone and everything I knew. The fires stopped because there was not much left of my sanity to react on the things that continued coming to me as visions. Therefore there was no need to come and see me. There wasn't much trouble left of that I caused before the years had gone. Noone even noticed as I regained sanity and control over my power, because there was noone left arround eccept an old woman that used to leave me some food. I left the village and moved to the nearest town. Today it's called Thoran, back then Thunder was it's name.
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April 18th, 2008
11:27 pm - Quote Of The Day
An emo goes into a library and asks for a book on suicide.
The librarian says; "Fuck off, you won't bring it back."
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April 10th, 2008
07:00 pm - Quote of the Day
Marriage changes passion...suddenly you're in bed with a relative.
Sieviete ir gatava uz visu mīlestības dēļ, pat mīlēties. Vīrietis ir gatavs uz visu mīlēšanās dēļ, pat mīlēt.
Current Music: Nirvana
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April 3rd, 2008
April 2nd, 2008
10:06 pm - Lay off my cross.
Vijoles stīgas, klavieres, dvēseles balss, haha, banāli. Un viņa banāli uzkāpj uz galda un dejo. Apkārt jūsmo, jo viņa šķiet tik drosmīga un aktīva, īpaša. Bet patiesībā tā ir prasta, vulgāra mauka, kas tik pievilcīgi lokās mūzikas ritmā. Te ir īsts bordelis! Nuja, re kā tā meitene, es tā nekad nespētu, man tachu kauns! Bet viņa skatās uz masu tur lejā un neredz it neko - maukai vienalga, kāda ir publika, maukai vienalga, kur pārdot savu ķermeni. Un te viņa ir mazliet lēta. 0,00 lati stundā. Meitene, kas dejo uz galda, vienmēr ir uzskatījusi nulli par īstu skaitli, daudz īstāku kā tie pārējie - augstākā tehniskā izglītība, drīz būs.
Un katru mirkli šai lētai, vulgārai maukai ir bail. Viņa baidās no it visa, kas kustas un nekustas, ik mirkli tā trīc iekšēji. Ja kāds viņai pieskartos, sajustu trīsas, pavisam noteikti. Vienmēr daudz cilvēku, vienmēr viena. Šis nav skumjš stāsts. Šis vispār nav stāsts. Visiem tachu tur ir tik jautri. Arī viņa izjūt savādu nedaudz mazohistisku prieku no tā, ka atkal un atkal pārdod sevi - gan savu miesu, gan arī visu pārējo, kas veido vārdu "viņa". Īsta sadiste, bargā kundze, kura neredz savu kalpu, jo pārstāja redzēt pasauli un iegrima pilnīgā tumsībā jau pēc pirmā pātagas atsitiena.
Jā, jā, aizvediet kāds viņu mājās. Tik piedzērusies, ka nevar paiet. Nezinat, kur dzīvo? Kur ir viņas draugi? Kā, nepazīstat? Kam tad viņa pieder?
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April 1st, 2008
11:04 pm
A teacher said to her little student Suzy, "Punctuate the following sentence: Fun fun fun worry worry worry."
Little Suzy thought for a moment and began her reply, "Let's see. Fun period fun period fun no period worry worry worry!!!"
If you look like your passport picture, you probably need the trip.
A man and his wife were having some problems at home and were giving each other the silent treatment. The next week the man realized that he would need his wife to wake him at 5.00 A.M. for an early flight to Sydney.
Not wanting to be the first to break the silence, he finally wrote on a piece of paper, "Please wake me at 5.00 A.M.".
The next morning the man woke up, only to discover it was 9.00 A.M., and that he had missed his flight.
Furious, he was about to go and see why his wife hadn't woken him when he noticed a piece of paper by the bed....
It said... "It's 5.00 A.M., wake up!"
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March 26th, 2008
05:57 pm
Simri Niveivjet apgrieza matus. Simri tagad ir smuka.
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March 25th, 2008
11:19 pm - A song
I'm pretty, what do I deserve
I feel pretty, until I walk out the door
I wonder when pretty's gonna bleed
My monster has all the time he needs
So I came home to feel ugly again
Feels better alone, pretty ugly again
If you come back around I may not let you in
Cause I don't understand what this pretty is.
You're so pretty, could I get the nerve
You said, "I love you, pretty"
What do I deserve
I wonder if pretty's gonna waste
My monster has all the time in the day
So I came home to feel ugly again
Feels better alone, pretty ugly again
If you come back around I may not let you in
Cause I don't understand what this pretty is.
I wonder what pretty has to say I want to feel pretty every day
I wonder what it's like to be pretty.
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