Mom Leave Me Alone and Women of Riga

My mother has been stalking me every second, sharing all my photos and is now following my blog. Damn.

Anyway, so far, Riga is cool. It will get better soon, with rent and all. At night, the 4 from Romania sit around, watch movies and drink beer or something. Something local.
Local food: dumplings (pelmeni) are good. The ones with meat. Soup is great. But the black bread is weird. Good... yet strange.

Now, about the women. Every kept saying that "oh, women are the same everywhere". Yes, the majority of women are plane. Latvian women always dress up fancy, but still just regular women. But sometimes, you get to see a beautiful woman. And what you call beautiful where you live is shit compared to this (just my opinion). Today, at the veikals (store :P) I was looking for a friend when I saw this blue eyed, white tanned brunette. And I just froze as soon as my eyes locked onto her. Northern women have something about them. This pristine, pure beauty. I can't explain all my feelings for these women. My knees actually go soft. I think I might also drool. Enough about this. Time to play video games. See ya.

Welcome to Riga! and the life of poor students

So we are in Riga. Me and my 4 mates. But we have a problem with living. We have a week payed in a hostel, with two rooms and a bathroom. We have a microwave, hot plate and fridge on the hallway (common with all the residents). We are close to finding something okay, with a kitchen and everything. Yeah, this is the student life. And we have this currency, lats. So we have to calculate how much we spend exactly. If we keep our heads cool we should make it. And I need to seek some more "funding". I know I'll be okay. It's just that we are 4 people in this. We all need to take common decisions. But so far it is okay. I'm not the real party person and I won't go extreme.
Now I'm here and I could talk to this friend of mine but she doesn't even have a phone charger. Gee thanks for the help. Keep calm. So far I'm keeping calm with my last pack of cigs from the duty-free. Won't waste money on that here. It would be stupid of me. And that diet I wanted to take? It's on the way. Because now that I get sleep every night (sweet lovely much needed sleep...) I don't eat as much. Lovely.
Have yet to taste the local food. They say it's okay and there are some cheap restaurants.
The rest of the guys from other countries haven't all found an apartment yet. Mostly French people. Some Czech, some Spanish, one Polish girl. Friendly people but some can't speak English very well. That will improve once they get used to the language. We have our year planning this Friday. Bussines Law sounds interesting, taking that. Okay, I need to shower and go out. You might see a vlog here soon. Depends on how lazy I am to write on this damned laptop. It's great. Just this small keyboard is killing me softly, with my words...

First day - bonding project

Me, someone, Justine, Lauriane, Justine 2, Elodine (all French, can't spell their names)

The Rape Of A Holiday and How to offend people

I can say I hate Christmas with a good reason. Well, it's fake. Jesus wasn't even born in December for starters. The Catholics decided to celebrate it near Hanukkah so it would be easy for the Jewish to convert. Just like they did with All Saints Day and Halloween.

Second bullshit: what is Christmas? The day our saviour, Jesus Christ, was born. He was going to bring peace. I'll be damned if religion isn't the main cause of war. Fuck you baby Jesus. Son of God my ass. He was born from a teenage bitch and her tutor aka adoptive father.

What else? Santa. Saint Nick, that gave his fortune to the needy. Now, we spend a fortune on food and gifts and poor people get nothing. I even saw a fast money loan advert for the holidays. Great.
And what is Santa now? He used to be green or purple. Then Coca-Cola painted him red and since then the jolly bastard gives the rich spoiled kids gifts.

Admit it. We love Christmas for the food, drinks and gifts. November has our stores filled with this crap. It starts in November. With all the toys and fake plastic trees.

China doesn't celebrate it, so I don't blame them for those Hanukkah candles. Plastic candles with lightbulbs that Christians put in their house as decorations. How can you not know it's a Jewish tradition?

Seriously, I could go on like this for ages. Fuck Christmas. Fuck those expensive street decorations, paid for with MY money. Taxpayers. Hope you have horrible holidays if you celebrate it.

Telling Lies and Lestat the Vampire

"The hell is he on about with vampires?"

Easy. I was thinking today, while in the shower, and a certain part of "Interview With a Vampire" came to mind (the book). When Lestat's father was about to die, Lestat refused to talk to him. So Louis pretended to be Lestat and told Lestat's father he forgave him for everything he did. So the old blind man died peacefully. 

Certain lies are good. They make us feel good. Let's be honest, some people can't take the truth. It's the case with most breakups. It's mostly the same story. Clichés like "it's not you, it's me" or "I just don't feel like being in a relationship" are often heard. You don't want to hear "I found another girl, she's way hotter and you suck in bed anyway!" do you? You want to hear lies like "I'm not good enough for you". "I swear to not say the truth and everything EXCEPT the truth." 

I play the lottery. Just a little bit. Just to imagine me winning. It keeps me going. That nice pleasant thought. You can't live without hope. Believe, I have tried. You can't function in society. So, if you must, lie. Lie, unless they ASK for the truth. Unless you know they can take the truth.

I'm too honest. THIS does not apply to me. But it does to most people. 

Perverts and the art of judging other people

Erotic is when a man caresses his girlfriend with a feather.

Perverted is when he takes a whole chicken for this. 

 

Fun quote. And that basically explains everything. Many people don't understand the difference. But where is the limit? Where is that thin line between right and wrong? 

Some people I've met over the years see everything as being wrong. Things most of the population do and have been doing for ages now make people sick to their stomachs. Maybe even thinking about regular old-fashioned intercourse makes them ill. 

On the other hand, we have people with no shame. "Sharing is fun", "who, what, where and how are not important details" and so many other things. What do you see as being wrong? 

I see having more than two people as being wrong. Other people make it into a team sport, while on the other hand, some people don't even know what their bodies can do (yes, I'm talking about that thing people do with their hands). 

But... how do we solve this great dilemma? A problem causing so much hatred in our community for so long needs a solution! EASY! If you feel good doing it, your partner(s) feels good doing it and you don't share information to people that do not want to know about it, it should be okay! If it's consensual and you keep it private (unless you like showing it to people that WANT to see it) it shouldn't be a crime. Let me tell you, people do not get turned on from the same things. 

So, just relax. Think about what you're going to do, why and with who. Be honest to them. USE PROTECTION if you have multiple partners and get checked out at your local clinic. 

The rules in any such act are: don't involve drugs or alcohol, make sure they want it (animals don't want it, that's sick), do not insist on something the other person does not want to do and stop judging people. We're not the same. 

PS: If you're on the edge of a nervous breakdown, don't take your frustrations out on other people. Just, get laid or something...

Let me check my schedule...

When you have to ask yourself if you have time to grab a bite to eat before class, your answer is probably no. 

Well hello there. Do you believe in them second chances? I blew my chances when I was younger. Being all care-free, having stupid priorities like girls and fun. Well, because of that, I didn't think what college I'd like to go to, I didn't study, didn't go to a nice university with a big fat scholarship. I got my second chance since I got my priorities: it's work. Work when you're young so you can be care-free the rest of your life not the other way around. If I'm a good little boy, I could go to Riga, Latvia with a scholarship for a semester. If I'm extra good, I might just stay there to finish school. That's my second chance. So now after I've actually attended every course today, I'm sitting in an office finishing a school presentation worth up to 30% of my grade. So 5 of the subjects I'll ace: English, Micro-Economics,  Law, Public Finance and PC skills. Now, Accounting and Math will be really hard to do. And the cherry has to be trying to find a new job AND finishing a course as a waiter. And getting EU health insurance. And filling out these scholarship papers. Today. 

But there is no time for complaining my friends! We need to stop whining and start doing! And don't forget to take some time for yourself, no matter how tired you are. I went to a piano recital (with a stupid little cunt that can't tell a piano from a laptop) that was simply mind-blowing. Two hours of bliss. And if I finish my presentation quickly I might get about 3 hours of sleep! HOORA! Well, cheerios ;-)

The Flea Market And The Mustache Salesman

I visited the flea market today. I wanted to see if I could find another pair of Levi's. I love those. Well, I did find two pairs: one barely used, but made for giants and another one that still had the tag on it (probably stolen) but way too small. I didn't find anything else I liked but I had fun walking around. Most of the people that sell stuff there are gypsies, some are old people. To sum things up...

~Rules of the Flea Market and other bizarre happenings~

-Everything is high quality, original merchandise.
-Everything is on sale. Sales get better by the minute. As the day goes by, they take prices down. 10 bucks, 5 bucks, 2 for 1 buck.
-Picking up something may lead in you buying something you do not want. Tactics being used for this: picking up the merchandise and telling you how good that shit is, telling you it looks great, telling you that it's fashionable to wear tight or baggy clothes, telling you to wear more clothes underneath so it fits (or thick socks for shoes), telling you that it's that much in a store. Weird fact: a gipsy told me to put down the boots I was looking at because they were crappy. Was it some sort of weird reverse psychology?
-Everything sounds like a bad radio advert "Cheap, only here, only today!" etc. Weird fact: someone was just screaming "CHEAP!" at the top of his lungs.
-Everyone is "a respectable businessman".
-It's all natural: everything is either pure cotton, real leather etc.
-Every appliance works! They just can't show it...
And last but not least: One man's trash is another man's treasure. Even an old laptop that runs a version of Windows prior to '95 or THE INTERNET.

Good night.