tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77026858521151415392011-10-16T19:44:43.139+03:00Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123007627115215449noreply@blogger.comBlogger1161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702685852115141539.post-84298890278576067802011-10-16T19:41:00.003+03:002011-10-16T19:44:43.155+03:00

How is it that something that looks like a baby's poop can still taste so deliciously divine?I'm looking at you, pumpkin pasta sauce.

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I have all these "adult" worries but with most of them I deal as a child - I just curl up and wish they would disappear.Also, sometimes I find myself wanting to just be somewhere. Not travelling, not moving to another country, just settling down in one place, anchoring down so to speak. When that happens I get panic attacks thinking that this must be how adulthood feels like.And then I get better

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I thought it might as well work out. I don't have that many readers, possibly because I don't post so much anymore, but it can't hurt, can it?And even though I claim to be a cynic I'm not really, so let's see.So, dear interesting person I met on DLR in the Custom House stop on Sunday. I know very few things about you, you worked on the Eco House project in the World Skills thing. I think I had

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I don't even know what to say. I'm thinking a lot of things and feeling a lot of things and I can't deal with this much, I'm not good at worrying.My sister is in hospital. She was dizzy for a couple of days, it got worse, mom called ambulance yesterday morning. She's been there since then, the nurses and the only doctor mom got a hold of were all very nice. But nobody knows anything. The doctor

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And this is one of them.As I have the person in question on both Tumblr and Twitter(where I usually leave my incoherent expressions of silly glee), I must either bother people on FB with it. Or leave it here where very few people will actually read it. And that is terribly perfect for me.Because I am meeting an online friend today! And I am so very excited about this, so nervous, and what if they

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After I tried explaining to Kwame about street harassment and the constant threat of violence and rape women experience every time they leave their homes, I see I don't have good enough verbal skills to make people understand properly.The lovely people on Tumblr introduced me to this gem, a part of which I will copy/paste here, and if you have a few free minutes, click on this link and read it

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I overreacted big time.Not that I didn't mean it when I said it, I most definitely did.The issue is that those were cruel and unnecessary things to be said, and while at that moment they were true they are not true now.Now, Ilze, if you ever come across this. Please, don't take this to heart. Please don't take this seriously, because I know you are prone to overreacting just as I am.I am happy

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Not so much in the ignore kind of way, more in the way of stop being in the same space where I am.I envy Slavka because she can just go to Mario's or something, and she's instantly away from us.Stanka doesn't have people around her so much, because her room is more isolated and anyway the only person ever visiting is Peter. And God willing, he'll stop one day and we shall be free from his

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I have my seasonal wanderlust or whatever it is. I just want to pack up a small bag, go somewhere far away, over the ocean, deep in the middle of the continent. Somewhere rural, somewhere with sunshine and fields and woods and lakes and rivers. With vivid colours, with live fires, with people who don't talk nonsense. Away from television, away from popmusic, away from radios and newspapers.It

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I refuse, simply refuse to stop using one of my most favourite Latvian pagan symbols just because since early 20th century it carries a negative meaning.I will not stop using swastika or thunder cross or fire cross. I like it. It's beautiful. It carries strength, protection and positivity with it. I will tell this to anyone who has a problem with swastikas. I have previously briefly expressed my

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I wrote the title two days ago, but it's still valid. So I'm keeping it.It's been three days in a row when all I've wanted was to be left alone, left nicely mushrooming in my bed with a bunch of TV shows, some chocolate and tea. But no rest for the wicked, so it seems.On Wednesday I did my first shift of the London 2012 volunteering - we interview potential Games Makers(the people who'll be the

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And I do apologise. But I've been fairly busy so short mindless tweets or tumbles have been more convenient. And I'm a little tired of forming sentences and writing them in an acceptable form.It's been about a month since I'm back from Latvia and I already miss it. Not that London isn't nice, it is still wonderful and weird, but we had proper snow in LV. And my family whom I detest yet adore at

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And please, if you happen to know this other fantastic song by The Verve, I probably know this song too. I like The Verve. I grew up in the 90's. But if you have a link for a performance where they cover some other great song, please share.

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I've given this some thought recently, mostly because it happened more than once.Say, you've taken to post a song or two daily on your FB wall, and you call these "Songs of the day". This is a favourite thing for a few - by no means many - of your friends who enjoy these posts and wait every day to see what song it will be for today. We are all enjoying ourselves - me posting my favourite music,

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I contemplated venting on Tumblr a bit, but those poor people deserve it even less than you. So deal with it.Right now I'm fighting my urge to correct someone's English. "Concurred" instead of what I believe should have been "conquered". I really, really want to go and comment on that. But it's just so, what's the word - pernickety. Besides, I really like this guy and I don't want to ruin my

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People on Tumblr are making this difficult for me. It's a happy place, don't come here and start arguing about my opinions. I will hate on whatever I want, thankyouverymuch, and if you don't like that - don't follow me, mmkey?Jeez, how I dislike people who think they have any business meddling about my posts and/or rants. I shall not think about it further.Other than that - you might be

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So, the unimportant news of the late.I had a massage this morning and I was told that my back is way more problematic(read:screwed up) than a person my age should have. Great. Just what I needed - another reminder that I'm way older than what my passport says. Now it's not only what I think in my head - it's what my body says and a masseuse can tell in 5 minutes. In other news - it seems I may

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This.Granted, the conductor hurts to look at. But it sounds fantastic and that's all that matters.

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Mom just came back from visiting Grandpa a couple of hours ago, and she's already hitting on my nerves.This is a really teenage-y post, but I can't stand them when they're together. Besides, Mom has thins thing lately that she's decided to discuss with us in detail everything that happens to her during the day and while I can understand that she needs an emotional outlet(no blogs or tweety birds

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Two things.First, I am seriously bummed about that Jeff tweetybird thing. He didn't even write anything, and now he's just gone and for some reason I feel like I've lost a friend. I guess that's a sign that I'm slowly going crazy.Second. I have been thinking about this a lot for the past few days and I think I may have blown a chance about three years ago. A relationship-y kind of chance, if you

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This has been puzzling me for quite a while - since some time ago(2008?) when I was visiting the US for the second time. We were already leaving and in JFK airport I was browsing through magazines in hopes of finding something for my 9-hour flight. I found it in Esquire magazine which was conveniently stacked in every available corner of the shop and featured the inviting face of George Clooney.

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I know, I know, 3am again. I'll go to sleep in a heartbeat(I know also that mine have been somewhat irregular lately, but still short enough).I was just going through tmblr and looking at pretty pictures of Mitchell/Aidan, when I saw this. I had to share.If you've ever seen a single episode of the show, this is for you.

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I think..I think I really should start a tmblr... I just.. There are so many tmblr pages I visit a few times each day(as opposed to a couple of times a week the other blogs get)! And there are those pretty pictures and oh! But it's such a hassle too! Another blog? What if I forget about this one? Should I start a tmblr?Also, why is the bloody Celtic culture so bleepin' interesting? It's like how

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Hey, all my friends who pray once in a while!I could use some help and if you're not too busy, would you please pray and ask God that my plan works out? It's a good thing, it won't screw up your squeaky clean record with the Boss and everyone involved would be very happy.I can't tell you what it is, but He'll know what you mean if you just mention "Chai's Plan".Yours,Chai

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As I already told in an inevitable FB status, tonight I had two main wishes:1) That I smoked2) That I wasn't such a Latvian.Surely, during the evening I had many more wishes, but some of those came true and then in the end I was left with the two last and most memorable ones.I also wihsed to have a flower(because I lost mine last time). The damned Sheila girl gave our line only two flowers. A

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I may not be right. In fact, as past experiences show I'm probably wrong.But I think the fake psychic lady on The Mentalist is Red John.It would perfectly explain my dislike towards her.

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Lately I've been thinking about where to spend the summer.The first thought was staying here, finding a job or something, finding a new place to live for next year..The longer this summer is going, the more I'm thinking it's not such a good idea.. Accommodation is expensive here, all this unreasonably overpriced market(for a wardrobe that would not cost more than £50 per month in Latvia, these

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I have spent so much unforgivable time thinking about myself and everything immediately around me, I have forgotten that there are at least three people in a little Northern European country, that's quite flat and looks a bit the shape of a horse's head(the country, darlings, not the people, the people are beautiful, not that horses' heads weren't beautiful, but you get my point, right?), which

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This may be insignificant, but it did make me feel so..I don't know the word for it.Anyway, today I found that however unimportant it might be, it is a very satisfying feeling when you find out that someone would choose you instead of all the other available people to confide in. Of course, it's not because I'm an exceptionally good listener or that I would have some invaluable advice - I'm quite

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Check it out, if you have free 1 minute. There's not that much to read. Or don't, whatever you feel like.http://bloginterviewer.com/music/the-world-according-to-ginger-chaiP.S. How funny is it that it looks like they put it under "music"?

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But I'm getting this really crappy feeling.Imagine, you get used to people, you start even liking them - they're fun and nice - and then you're being told that you're having 6 months, HALF A YEAR without them!I know we kinda say we'll meet during summer and everything, but we all know it's only gonna be a couple of times at best, and it's sad - my little stone heart is considering cracking a bit.

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I've been thinking about it for quite a while now, and while I was lazily clicking through a tattoo blog (which happened to show up on one of my Google searches) I decided I will do it.I will get a tattoo.Not now, of course, the reasons for delay being that I have no money, no time to be bothered with healing the skin and the warmer weather coming up and that can be difficult even without a raw

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I thought some of you may have forgotten, so I'm reminding.Next time when I'm sad or look like I need a hug, please don't do anything. Pretend nothing's happening, ok? Trust me, it's for the better.Also, I won't be going into details, but if ever any of you have a chance to save my life, please don't. Remember that I don't want you to. I can't imagine many more horrible things than owing your

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I think you will enjoy this.

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After a moment of overreacting and a lot of drama I've accepted that there's another kid in the playground.Everyone, wave hi to Sabz. He's nice, you'll love him - I do(as much as I know how, you know I don't do love).Sabz, you're welcome to leave snarky comments, especially after I'll inevitably criticize someone else from the class.

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For example, today I learned the people who come from Bangladesh(or born here, but their family comes from Bangladesh) are called Bengalis(or Bengals? I haven't quite mastered the plural of this yet). I didn't know that - I thought they'd be called "Bangladeshi" or something like that..You live and you learn.Also, true Londoners apparently don't call the buses "one forty two" but rather "one four

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I have to assume that God's decided to test me.Why otherwise would I have so many things thrown my way to tempt me(and trust me, I should not yield, they're just not good for me)? All imaginable sorts of temptations, and do you have any idea how difficult it is to resist?I see I've been speaking in riddles and metaphors and being very vague lately, but I need to let this out somewhere and I can't

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Do you know those problems? You know, the ones that you never used to have and always thought that people who did have them probably just did something wrong. And you always thought to yourself, when hearing about them, it's just so easy to deal with this - you go and do this and that and it will all be good.Turns out, when you finally do have that problem, it's way more complicated than it looks

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Dear readers. Or reader. Is there more than one of you?Anyway, I'm feeling like venting today, because I'm enraged.I'm enraged because of various things, but very much so because of today's seminar in politics.In the "Times of Tunc" Politics used to be my mostest favouritest subject - I loved not only the lectures, but also seminars and I always wanted to go."The Times of Damla" (even though I'm

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I gotta be PMSing, because Glee just made me feel so, so very happy.Imagine, two days ago I was in the foulest mood imaginable, and now I'm all glowing in happiness. Because of a TV show.Way to go. Asylum, here I come!

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I bloody fucking hate this one. I haven't felt such hatred towards an abstract object for ages.I have absolutely nothing to write on this and it's not like it's some essay that you can half-ass and just turn in to pass. It's fucking specific, as if research and hard data was anything I'm interested in. Even more, why on earth would I ever be interested in the dimensions of citizenship for some

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I can say with an almost clear conscience that there was nothing I wanted less(well, maybe a lobotomy or something like that) than to go to school on Wednesday.I had great time with the girls and I miss them loads, and I don't even care if they were entertained - I'm that selfish. Come back soon. It's weird to wake up when I'm the only person in my room and the window isn't sweaty at all...And I

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I'm like a kid that way - in the evenings I never want to go to sleep, and in the mornings I never want to wake up.Is that something one can grow out of? Because I think it would be jolly useful.Original picture here. Found here.Also, I just found this. And I think it's beautiful. There are more where this came from, but I can't find credits, so I'll just give you the "compilation" address. Do

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Honestly - kinda a lot, and at the same time not much. I think it depends on whether you are me or not. Since I'm pretty sure you're not me(because I already am me), you can stick with the latter option.But this is my blog, and I will write down whatever seems interesting to me, and there's nothing you can do about it. OK, there is, but I don't want to give you any ideas :)Let's see, where shall

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As my dear Maija noted just a few posts back, I'm about to be a movie star. Or not, but that's not the point :)The point is that today was actually quite interesting at school. At least for me, it wasn't the usual stuff, so I felt entertained :)So the first little surprise was when instead of having the woman, Damla is apparently her name, we saw an older man approaching the podium and turning on

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As everyone in this world who actually don't have a say in what happens or doesn't happen with Coco, I, of course, have a very strong opinion.On all counts, I find NBC guilty and Conan O'Brien mistreated. I don't know and don't care about Leno, he's irrelevant. I think Coco's funny and nice, and charming and quite sexy, in his own weird way. I don't think he's perfect, but I do think he's just as

Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123007627115215449noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702685852115141539.post-30211681922768167442010-01-17T19:29:00.007+02:002010-01-18T02:07:26.647+02:00

Update 1) I apologize for the non-existence of the video. When I put it here it wasn't Hulu and was available for the doomed non-Americans. I'll see if I can get that part on here in some other way. Till then, just watch the episode on NinjaVideo.net.Update 2) Luckily other Seth fans have provided a transcript of the video. You can find it here.At least, according to Seth Meyers.Don't worry,

Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123007627115215449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702685852115141539.post-40673964200148526122010-01-12T22:45:00.006+02:002010-01-18T01:04:34.630+02:00

Aut.ed.: This post started about a week ago, so, sorry for the chronological inconsistencies.So, today - a free day - I decided I'd go and do a little shopping. Buy a blowdryer(mine sucks donkey's balls), maybe even a hair straightener or a pair of shoes/boots.. You know, nothing fancy, no clothes - unless there's something so good I can't just ignore it - no foods or toiletries.. Of course, my

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No, this is not a decent entry. But I think you'll find this amusing even if you're not Seth-obsessed.It's got something to do with Microsoft and technology, and I think it's a pretty safe bet that this skit is called "Thanks, technology!".Enjoy.Seth Meyers Skit At the Microsoft Keynote on Howcast

Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123007627115215449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702685852115141539.post-65468741159590351912009-12-28T03:38:00.006+02:002009-12-30T02:11:39.294+02:00

I'm just gonna write down some of the stuff he said on Conan. I suspect that's his regular stand-up, a shorter, TV-friendly version.- I'm a vegetarian. Do we have any other douchebags here?- Oh, you're vegetarian, you care about the environment?- No. I eat the environment. *On supporting gay marriage yet being straight*- I like women, but I also like speaking intelligently. I think that's the

Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123007627115215449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702685852115141539.post-15812067789746173492009-12-27T23:57:00.002+02:002009-12-28T00:10:37.190+02:00

Every year, since 2003 I watch this movie, and silently mouth the words along with the characters.I am not very romantic by nature, but I like happy. And whatever droplets of romance are there floating around my cold stone heart, once a year they all get together to make a lump in my chest, and so it moves there sometimes trying to get out through my throat with a gleeful, loud laugh, sometimes

Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123007627115215449noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702685852115141539.post-26334601032625812762009-12-27T05:51:00.004+02:002009-12-27T06:05:11.130+02:00

Noodles in the Pot | Viral/Other | SPIKE.comI have cramps. The good kind. Again, thanks to ThisWonderfulPerson for directing me. Oh, good Lord!I do not know why it's such a weird size, but I'm not in the mood of learning how to fix html codes again. It's late/early. Give me a break.Strike the above paragraph. maybe it was easier than I thought.

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Darlings, sugars and sweetypies!I can't believe myself that I've abandoned my duties so carelessly and I haven't written anything for such a long time. If it makes you feel any better(but I'm sure it doesn't), my fingers hurt because they haven't written anything of any substance apart from school essays. And those seriously lack in substance, so there you go.I think I came here at a bad time,

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Izstādē „Mainīgās sejas”, kas no 1. līdz 31. oktobrim tiks izstādīta Spīķeros, Dirty Deal Cafe Expo izstāžu zālē. Izstādes mērķis ir sabiedrībā veicināt izpratni par dažādību un iecietību, kā arī veidiem, kādos iespējams cīnīties pret diskrimināciju. Izstādē tiks apskatīti četri diskriminācijas veidi: diskriminācija rases, seksuālās orientācijas, dzimuma dēļ, kā arī ar HIV inficēto cilvēku

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Don't judge me for the lack of interesting stuff here. I'm so out of inspiration, I'm only writing this because I know I'll have less interest(and memories) to write it later. So, here you are.Arrival. I arrived at RIX with an entourage. I know, I'm so cool. Grandpa and mom came to see me off, and Marinka stayed later after her night shift. So, I only had to listen to grandpa's reminder about the

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Sorry, sugars. Not tonight either. Chai's a bit sleepy and anyway there's no inspiration. And who wants to read uninspired recounts of what happened in the last three days? Unless you're a primary school teacher, probably not you.So wait for it, and I'll try to make it worth your while, at least a little bit - because there'll be reasons to laugh at me. Well, at least smirk all wise-ass-y.

Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123007627115215449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702685852115141539.post-19296419655720640172009-09-14T20:19:00.002+03:002009-09-14T20:24:00.820+03:00

I'm angry, pissed off, tired and disappointed and I don't want to talk about it anymore, because it's all I've been thinking, speaking and doing the last month. I'm done working out other's problems, I'll use this time to deal with mine, I've enough of those.That's that.Talk next from London. Wish me luck.

Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123007627115215449noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702685852115141539.post-71643942070325059412009-08-16T04:33:00.002+03:002009-08-16T04:35:33.196+03:00

God, I Love Alexi Murdoch! Or at least his music, I don't really know the guy, but you gotta be downright awesome to write like that.I just really wanted to get it our there.

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I'm not the hughest fan or anything, but these two songs are simply amazing. I kinda like the whole album, but I'm cheap so these two are my favourites.Visit msnbc.com for Breaking News, World News, and News about the EconomyAnd my first favouriteVisit msnbc.com for Breaking News, World News, and News about the Economy

Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123007627115215449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702685852115141539.post-37007821848695870422009-07-29T23:30:00.003+03:002009-07-29T23:51:59.527+03:00

Before I forget, just in case you want to try and make them better.It's something like this:2 cups flour (or 2 and a half, or 3 or more..)1/2 cup white sugar1/2 cup brown sugar1 tbs baking powder1 cup milk2 eggs, beaten200gr butter, warm or melted(but really - I've no idea how much I put there. I guess it depends on your diet.)However much you like:BlueberriesRaspberriesAny other berries or even

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I kinda like how people say something realy offensive and then add "no offense". If you don't want to offend enybody, keep your piehole shut. And if you do mean to offend someone, why not grow a pair and do it openly?

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You wouldn't go outside the house either if you had such a wicked sunburn as mine. My face is peeling and it looks like I've contracted some nasty sort of flesh-eating bacteria(spits over her left shoulder, throws some salt over the same shoulder, jumps three times, shows the mirror a tongue and a dozen of other superstitious things to ward off the jinx). So, yes, I'm ultra anti-social and will

Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123007627115215449noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702685852115141539.post-84767442833530213482009-07-06T00:58:00.002+03:002009-07-06T01:01:14.138+03:00

Democracy doesn't mean that you can have whatever you want. It just means that you can want whatever you can think of, and you may think of whatever.

Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123007627115215449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702685852115141539.post-54756937772160659232009-07-01T02:29:00.003+03:002009-07-01T02:34:25.675+03:00

I don't know how this will work, but anyway. I only recently discovered RuTube, so I'm a bit giddy with excitement. Because, obviously, they don't give a dead rat's ass about copyright, and that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.I'll just try and embed this SNL Weekend Update with Bernie Madoff as a guest. I don't think it's illegal to embed RuTube, after all - it's not YouTube :)

Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123007627115215449noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702685852115141539.post-46241954945522414692009-06-28T15:33:00.003+03:002009-06-28T15:36:39.392+03:00

As seen on CuteOverload.I want one for my... For Christmas, that's the closest.

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I was rewatching that Martha Stewart show where Seth Meyers came to visit, well, one of them anyway, naturally - only because of Seth Meyers. Because Martha Stewart annoys the living daylights out of me, and I can't watch her unless there's Seth to distract me what with him being all handsome and witty and whatnot.Anyway, as some of you know - I'm living in Jūrmala(the Latvian uber resort city,

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Naturally, I don't own any copyrights, and honestly have no idea who is the author. If anybody can enlighten me, feel free.

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As promised(alright, not really promised but anyway), here's something that you should find amusing. I know I always say I was never a kid, but I can't deny my body used to be in the form of a child(I do however insist that the person that I am now was only created about 8 years ago, not more).Either way, when my body was a child there were signs that Ginger would some day come out of it. And

Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123007627115215449noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702685852115141539.post-70250101929708618002009-06-10T10:49:00.004+03:002009-06-10T11:20:25.432+03:00

As I was checking my mail and reading all the newsletters and forwards and all those mails starting with "This is hilarious, check it out..", I opened something that had two keywords which always work if you want to get my attention. Seth Meyers. Yes, that one. It was a link to his opening speech at this year's Webby Awards ceremony. I watched it, felt all happy and everything, and then looked

Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123007627115215449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702685852115141539.post-21229699527403793172009-05-31T21:36:00.004+03:002009-05-31T21:48:55.544+03:00

It's Sunday night, I'm eating strawberries with milk, VH1 is showing The Cure Top10, and for the first time in a long time I don't hate it that it's Sunday.Sure, I have more things to do than I can cope with, it was probably not such a good idea to go to Tallinn and all the Youth in Action deadlines are lurking closely just waiting to punch me in the face as I pass them.But I just couldn't miss

Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123007627115215449noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702685852115141539.post-74812257324058260432009-05-06T23:35:00.003+03:002009-05-06T23:46:07.436+03:00

I am so over religions. Any of them, all of them, I'm just tired of them.When people can't get along only because one of them is not praying in the right way, well, screw that.I'm OK with people not getting along because one of them smells and refuses to take a shower, or because one of them loves cats and the other eats them, or because one of them is a dick and the other one isn't. But just

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Mīlīši, ziniet ko?Es tikko skatījos bildes vienam lietuviešu puisim, un man ienāca prātā kolosāla doma, ko mums vajag izdarīt.Ejam lekt klasītes, bet nevis tās, kuras zīmē uz asfalta, bet tās, kuras lec ar gumiju. Es vairs neatceros neko daudz, bet man liekas, lielu daļu mēs kopā varētu savākt un sanāktu neslikta ballīte. Šobrīd man prātā nāk kādas trīs lietas, ko ar tām gumijām var izdarīt, un

Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123007627115215449noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702685852115141539.post-68108780445671209772009-04-29T01:25:00.003+03:002009-04-29T01:30:09.279+03:00

I accidentaly came across this absolutely amazing phrase today.Some of you might find it somewhat familiar, if you think about a couple of old conversations where Bible falling on a head was mentioned :)Here you go:"Waiting for God to whack you on the head and tell you whom to marry isn't faith; it's fear. Many people want nothing to do with dating because of the risk and potential pain that it

Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123007627115215449noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702685852115141539.post-24923487350645937342009-04-24T21:30:00.002+03:002009-04-24T23:48:38.582+03:00

So tonight your ever so weird pal Chai is "meditating".Do you know how sometimes you think dangerous thoughts that'll surely do you no good, but you just can't stop?This is exactly what I'm dealing with the last days, and I kinda can't stop myself. I know I'm wasting my time and I know with all that thinking I won't find a solution or anything. I just can't stop myself from going through various

Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123007627115215449noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702685852115141539.post-89673672231774712009-04-19T23:19:00.004+03:002009-04-19T23:37:15.784+03:00

And by posting this I am fully aware that I'm breaking the law, yet, come any threats of arrest or fine, I refuse to be held reliable just because some sorry-ass bitch decided that YouTube embeddings break some idiotic copyright laws. Screw you. Viva la libertad!

Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123007627115215449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702685852115141539.post-90072406621688621982009-04-14T16:47:00.002+03:002009-04-14T16:51:14.428+03:00

Created by Recipe StarIt's here because EMA posted this thing on her blog. See that one for all the references and whatnot.

Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123007627115215449noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702685852115141539.post-79231503633224888572009-04-14T15:58:00.002+03:002009-04-14T16:07:37.077+03:00

I'm at home and I hate it here.I want to go back to London. And never return. Except maybe for Christmas.Just got my rejection for Erasmus (surprise, surprise). Now, find a fun and sensible school in the UK and move away. And hopefully not come back.Kwame, I'm finishing the Easter egg. It tastes great, by the way :)EMA, MKei, Agi - didn't get you anything really cool. Sorry, You'll have to be OK

Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123007627115215449noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702685852115141539.post-68754481922795668252009-04-04T21:35:00.002+03:002009-04-04T21:57:13.038+03:00

It is the evening before I leave to London. My flight is at 11 in the morning, so I won't see any of you before I leave.I just wanted to wish you all happy Easter, enjoy the free time and get healthy.I'm watching how our boys are enjoying India - it's on TV. I'm talking about the trip that Egons Reiters and the other boys organised.Every time I watch them I wish I was a boy and they'd taken me

Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123007627115215449noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702685852115141539.post-83408945442026423102009-04-01T15:06:00.003+03:002009-04-01T15:18:49.757+03:00

Just a quick note, my dears.I was writing to Kwame just a few moments ago, when I saw the word "procrastination". And that reminded me of one of the most wonderful things on YouTube. It's the series by this guy Lev, called "Tales Of Mere Existence", and on of my favourites is, of course, "Procrastination".So, I'm putting it on here, and if you like it - go and see all the other "episodes" on

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Sitting here in our kitchen with Winston, I realise yet again how little I want to go to school tomorrow. I don't want to do the homework, I don't care about tomorrow's lectures. I don't even want to go to Phonetics(and I love the subject!), I don't look forward to seeing Sweetcheeks or Ilze. Nor anybody else for that matter. But don't get me wrong, I'm in a very good mood. Yes, a little sleepy,

Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123007627115215449noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702685852115141539.post-67268785235936325732009-03-25T13:13:00.004+02:002009-03-25T14:46:02.411+02:00

Yes, it's true and you know it. I am cheap. There's no point pretending - we all know that I'm now following not only a bunch of TV soaps, but also American Idol. And I've come to the next step down the integrity and culture walk of shame.I've started watching the American version of Dancing With The Stars. Yes, I've sunk so low.I started mainly because Bachelor's Melissa (the one that got dumped

Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123007627115215449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702685852115141539.post-62178000345291143772009-03-23T11:18:00.004+02:002009-03-23T12:46:33.436+02:00

Funny as it may be, I still haven't learned to study. At least, not properly.I don't know how the others pull it off - being completely irresponsible and yet finishing their bachelors.Maybe it's just me and my complete inability to discipline myself, but I just can't seem to adjust fully to this system where I have to write papers and meet deadlines.As a lovely quote (that occasionally appears in

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If you didn't know that already, I love Dima. I mean, I really love him, he's one of the few people in this crappy world that I would actually say something like that about. He's adorable. His diction is awful and half of the time when we talk I'm just concentrating heavily on the movements of his mouth just to understand what he says. He's got the weirdest taste in movies, and he's the only one

Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123007627115215449noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702685852115141539.post-20406564875490538302009-03-13T12:59:00.004+02:002009-03-13T13:13:52.024+02:00

I'm feeling completely lifted and like dancing, like singing, like witchcraft, like art.And like running, like shouting, like laughing, like creating, like bungee jumping, like sunbathing, like traveling, like falling in love, like rituals, like chanting, like mountain-climbing, like farm-working...For some strange reason I feel so alive today, I even smiled at a child on the street!Maybe it's

Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123007627115215449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702685852115141539.post-4321347329974187352009-02-19T04:57:00.005+02:002009-02-19T06:06:31.810+02:00

So, your dearest Ginger had an epiphany today. She found out she's been misled and she really isn't where she's supposed to be.Let me start from the beginning, the story isn't long and you won't even get to start thinking about being bored when it'll all be over.As it happens once in a while, the lecturer on text analysis was supposed to send us the homework material to the group email. Since the

Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123007627115215449noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702685852115141539.post-981804573539110702009-02-11T20:50:00.004+02:002009-02-11T21:32:06.862+02:00

Hello!I am sort of happy to tell you (if you didn't already know) that Craig was on Grammys! There's no YouTube video of it, so I can't give you a visual. But I saw it, and I might even consider cutting the episode out and posting it.Craig was wonderful, probably there just because he works on CBS, which was the official broadcasting channel. But I want to think they asked him because he's so

Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123007627115215449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702685852115141539.post-90151444915901167182009-02-08T10:02:00.004+02:002009-02-08T10:14:34.310+02:00

It's a great day for wherever you are, my cheeky little monkeys!I've had the most amazing dreams last night, and I know what to thank. And also who.Last night before going to sleep I read this amazing story "Woodford Virgins" by Joanne Schoenwald, and it doesn't want to let go. As a result I dreamed about being in a huge festival, which brought back memories and woke up my inner wild child.So I

Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123007627115215449noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702685852115141539.post-15627898095829508192009-02-04T09:56:00.004+02:002009-02-04T10:25:35.709+02:00

So, yesterday the wonderful me met up with Marinka, you've all heard of her.I got a pearl out if that meeting, and now I feel like sharing :D It goes something like this:Chai: I was listening to the radio today, and there was this woman who was sexually assaulted. This other woman was telling about it, and she said: "She had been repeatedly sexually assaulted. She had been maliciously sexually

Gingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17123007627115215449noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702685852115141539.post-47085917754002645542009-01-26T07:38:00.003+02:002009-01-26T08:03:40.358+02:00

I have noticed how the best thoughts come to me right at the moment when I'm sleepiest. It is almost 8 in the morning and I haven't slept whole night, my head buzzes with all sorts of punctuation and capitalization rules..And yet - right at the moment when I can't keep my eyes open for much longer and my fingers are twisting and hitting the wrong keys all the time - I came up with three ideas at

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Tonight when I was supposed to be writing my never ending essays(this time in Intro to Lit), I did what I usually do - something else.So, tonight was the time for watching all those "Inside the Actors Studio" videos I'd never seen but always wanted to.My pick for tonight was:Angelina JolieBruce WillisJohnny DeppPaul NewmanI watched Angelina without a very strong interest, but she was cool, and

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more animals

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I've just come from Phonetics exam.Yeeij! Chai has scored a surprising 7!Actually, Chai has scored already three surprising 7s, in German, Grammar and now also Phonetics. Which is so cool, bearing in mind the "curious incident of the sprained ankle" and all the tests and all the missed lectures.. I suppose God really does love me, and it wasn't even the day of lesson today(I half expected Him to

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...even though I cannot imagine why.I'm sure I've been a good girl lately and - for my speed - blogged quite enough.I could probably drown you in my self-absorbed whiny complaining about how my life sucks, but we all know it's not really what you want to read. And truth be told - it doesn't much help to lift my spirits, too.So instead I'll just write about irrelevant stuff that made me happy

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If anyone here is a Twilight fan - I'm not apologizing.At least, as far as the movie goes, Edward is Estonian and Bella is an idiot. And they're both a little lame most of the time.I had tons of fun in the theatre - me, Marinka, some guys in the front and some people in the back were laughing it all silly.I liked the books, though, but I think a little less sex would have been better, I was

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I am back.It feels kinda shitty and kinda nice at the same time.I'm glad to see Winston, my bed, to wear dry, clean clothes. I love to hear Latvian all around me, I was even glad to see the sister and the mother yesterday. Rudīte came over. Maybe we're not on the rocks after all.I've missed the AIDS day, it hasn't happened since I joined YAA, and now I missed it. That makes me positively sad.

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So, here I am - it's 2:21 in the night, I'm listening to Christmas music, making coffee and wondering where I went wrong.No, that's basically bullshit. I haven't gone wrong, my problem is I never really had a true perspective on why I am doing any of the stuff I have been doing.I had no real idea why I entered the LU last year to study PolSci. Officially I had reasons like "I like politics" "it

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I get this VH1 daily newsletter, that's how I get the news from popworld.And here's the latest thing they've sent me:Amy Winehouse creeps me out!

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http://www.esquire.com/features/esquire-endorsements-2008/esquire-endorses-barack-obama?click=ppIt might seem very, very long - but You want to read it. Even if You, unlike me, want to know nothing about the American Indecision 2008. It'll touch You too, wherever and whoever You are.It is a very good article, not one of those that only praise Obama, this one criticises too.And it is just a very

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“I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the ordeal of meeting me is another matter.” Winston Churchill quotes

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So, to explain the title - I'm making brownies and they won't get ready, I can't persuade them. I'm watching NCIS and Tony's car was blown up, but he didn't die - because he just can't die. And I'mglad for it.And Alan Alda...I know he's not an extremely attractive man - not anymore, although I do like older men.The truth is - I'm watching M*A*S*H, and he's the main charachter, and I'm in love.

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