Es izdomāju te kaut ko ierakstīt... Šī nedēļa bija/ir diezgan dīvaina. Otrdien bija klases 'mācību' ekskursija uz Valmieras stikla šķiedru.. ļoti interesanti... nu labi. nē. Vispār ekskursijā pats labākais bija brīvais laiks, kad mēs pastaigājāmies pa pilsētu un viņu kruto tirdzniecības centru. Visvairāk man nepatika braukšana ar autobusu, jo man bija tik fucking slikti, es jau domāju, ka tajā autobusā atdošu galus, jo atpakaļceļā es kļuvu sniega balta un man bija ļoti vājš pulss, bet, ja jau es te rakstu, tad es esmu palikusi dzīva.
Trešdien laikam nekas sevišķs nenotika. Tikai tas, ka mēs izdomājām neiet uz neprāta skrējienu, bet gan uz kino.
Ceturtdien es, K un K gājām kino. Filma.. nu bija tāda biški patizla, tā teikt smieklīga komēdija. Nē, nebija jau slikti. Pēc tam vnk bija neliels hang outs pa city. Lai cik dīvaini tas neliktos, bija forši (and these girls are awesomely nice), bet, lai būtu vēl foršāk, vajadzēja vēl B. Žēl, ka viņa netika. :(
Bet vispār (es šito negribēju teikt, bet...) manu garīgo un arī hang outu kāds sabojāja, tāpēc vajadzēja aiziet ātrāk... Nu labi, es to tā vnk pateikšu.... Kāds pazvanīja un pateica, ka vakar (trešdien) LV ieradās Dīī. I almost got a fucking heart attack and had to leave. Es labāk neizplūdīšu detaļās par to, kas notika, kad viņu satikām.. Sākumā omg I missed you so much, pēc 15 min - bloodbath. Vakar arī gāja dīvaini, bet šodien neviena nav Rīgā, visi mazulīši ir laukos, izņemot M. Tāpēc es tagad dirnu mājās.
Labi. Tas ir viss. Happy Easter! (kuras es nesvinu)
So... manam mīļāko grupu sarakstam diezgan nesen pievienojās vēl viena grupa YOU ME AT SIX.
Tāpēc vēlos jūs ar viņiem iepazīstināt.. Watch. Listen. Enjoy. Comment.
(Un jā.... es zinu, ka viņi izklausās saldi)
Womb 2 Da Tomb is a rap trio from the UK. Includes Oliver Sykes "Master Syko", his brother Tom Sykes "Tomalicous" and BMTH's drummer Matt Nicholls "Phatt Matt".
In an interview Oli said: “They are a great band. Yes… and they’re not real. They’re uh...They’re racist. They are… they are horrible people. They're racist, they're disrespectful and they will never continue again”. :D
Check them out! :D
LYRICS
Oli Sykes:
My mother asked me what I did in school today
I said momma you cunt I've been skipping since may
I said NO NO NO! Fuck that shit! I grabbed this asian honey right by the clit
I said BOUNCE BOUNCE RIDE THE SYKO take it hoe as I got the mic yo
Say S Y K O I'm a mean mother fucker but i got the flo
Me and alby squaring up in the yard
I said back the fuck up before you get scarred
The lil bitched busted before I could even pop a trick
I said yeah foooo suck my dick
Cuz I'm master Syko raised from the womb
And I'll be riding yo clit right til the tomb
BREAK YOUR SELF FOOOOOOOOOO
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
From Stocksbridge to Maltby you know we got trust
This rap game right here you know it will be shook
Cus we're a bad ass band of brothers so back the fuck up!
Matt Nicholls:
Bitches to the left of me, bitches to right
My shlong is fucking massive, you know it lasts the night
I'm a proper massive homie and I dont give a fuck
I'll be up inside your mother WITH A TINY BIT OF LUCK
Raised on the streets of Maltby where glooms your middle name
If there's a raping in this town you know I'm the one to blame
Reeking havoc all around since I was a little boy
This AK is for real nigg' its not a fuckin toy
I'll blast you from here to kingdom come
I aint into shagging blokes so stop staring at my bum
Ok now you've gone and done it, YOU'VE BREATHED YOUR LAST BREATH
There's only one thing on my mind and it's YOUR FUCKIN SUDDEN DEATH
So run nigger run nigger RUN RUN RUN
For you this is fuckin scary but for me it's fuckin fun
Cus I'll blast you in the front, I'll blast you in the back
Cus from here on out fool there aint no turnin back
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
From Stocksbridge to Maltby you know we got trust
This rap game right here you know it will be shook
Cus we're a bad ass band of brothers so back the fuck up!
Tom Sykes:
Born and raised from the mother fucking ghetto!
My mum shops at the Lidl not the fucking netto
My brothers arent black but they got my back
They'll knife a nigger up if it means some extra crack
We dont fuck around with non of this r'n'b shit
I've been rapping rhymes since you where sucking your mums tit
Dont mess with me nigger I'll hold your family ransom
I'm a sharp as a razor and I'm mother fucking handsome!
Bitches be loving my flow, they cant wait to go
A ride on Tomylicious its worth enough dough
You cant pay fo this shit, this is custom made
Come round to my house I'll make sure all you sluts get laid
Your rhymes are wack you cant touch me
Make an excuse and plant you like a tree
I killed enough niggers and I'm not behind bars
I'm into killing sprees not knocking shitty cars
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
From Stocksbridge to Maltby you know we got trust
This rap game right here you know it will be shook
Cus we're a bad ass band of brothers so back the fuck up! x2
Šodien vandījos pa 'my documents' mapi un meklēju kādu sen rakstītu dzejoli, kuru tā arī neatradu, taču atradu ko tādu, ko vajadzēja publicēt blogā, bet tas kaut kādā dīvainā veidā netika izdarīts.
Tātad... 17. novembrī es esmu uzrakstījusi tekstu, kuru bija plānots publicēt. To tagad pārlasot es sapratu, kāpēc nepublicēju.
Bet tagad sapratu, ka beidzot ir jāpasaka tas, ko jau sen vajadzēja.
"When I decided that letting you go is the only way not to get hurt anymore, it was really hard not to speak to you and get you outta my mind.. It was hard not to think of you like a friend that was really close to me and knew everything about me, and now that friend just doesn't care. I didn't ask for much... just a few texts on skype (at least once a month), maybe a text message or just a nice word on twitter.
But now more than 3 (or maybe more) months have passed and now, when I haven't talked to you for so long, I feel like I'm finally free.. I've let you go and now it's obvious for me that we don't stay in touch anymore, just some messages on birthdays and namedays, that's all. I just realized, that I finally feel so relieved, I have stopped thinking about that, that you have forgotten about me. But don't worry.. I haven't forgotten about you. I read your tweets, skype moods, diary etc. You'll always be in my heart, but in a different way than before.. it will never be the same, like it was in that summer, when I had so much fun with you. Now we just don't have time for each other.
But anyways, I just wanted to say, that I feel so relieved now, when I have stopped worrying about the friendship that has slowly disappeared. It is so good to forget what happened in the past and to move on. I feel much better now"
I'm painfully obsessed with music. I listen to music A LOT. When someone says something bad about my favorite bands/musicians I usually take it VERY personal, so better keep your negative opinions to yourself.
In my free time I write poems but I usually don't show them to anyone, because I think they are shit.
I'm a very sad, painfully shy, negative, pessimistic, quiet, often depressed, introvert person and I don't like to show my emotions. My best friend is music, because it can't stab my back and is there for me anytime I need it. Some people say I'm weird, I have problems with my self-esteem. I must admit that they are right. But I also fave good qualities like I'm a very good listener and I can be a very good friend, but only if you want me to, I'm nice, if you're nice to me and I know a lot about music, I can talk about it all day.
I hate the person I see in the mirror. I hate her because she doesn't belong and she is different than others. Nobody understands me and I think no one has ever tried to. I'm indecisive and I trust nobody. It's actually very hard to get my trust, because I don't let people close to me. Maybe I'm just scared of them.
