I realized that writing everything down from the first second until the last doesn't suit for me because in that case I never finish. I've got too much to say about everything. If it would be a worthy material then sure, I could write forever, but right now I'm either too young or just too bad in english grammar and I end up writing short weird pointless sentences that get your mind wandering about what's in the fridge or even worse: what isn't in the fridge.
So this time I'll try to write about my thoughts in quite a random order and the timeline may be a bit wonky but at least it's there.
Wonky reminded me of Willy Wonka. Damn that dude had a lot of chocolate. I wouldn't mind having a personal chocolate fountain.
Eee...what was I saying?
It happens to me in real life too, all the time. Actually every time I speak. I start by talking about something and then finish the sentence 15minutes later when I can't really recall what I wanted to say in the first place. That is the reason why I can't blog properly too.
So, blah...
Yesterday was sunday. And like any other sunday, I didn't have nice little puffy yellow pancakes with fresh blueberry jam. Unlike anyother sunday, I went to Latvia instead. To hear Metallica play live. It was my second time to see them so I was more excited than in the first time but yet at the same time not gonna be frustrated if I wouldn't make it to the front frow.
I remember the first time I went to Latvia just to chill with a friend MR (too many friends whose names start with a M, Im tellin ya) was a few years ago and we went on the 31. of december. Yeah, for New Years celebrations. And then I thought that Latvia compared to Estonia had horrrrrible looking people. They were polite and everything but looked soooo...25 years behind Estonia. I remember coming home and saying: I used to think that everywhere is better to live than in Estonia, now I know that Latvia would be worse.
The next time I went there was last year in september when I went to see Tarkan. Then I noticed that some latvian boys looked pretty normal but the girls were more than awful. I did not see any blondes during those 3 days I stayed there. I was shocked. Baltic state and no blondes! Horrible.
This summer I went to Latvia again because of the house music festival. During the first minute in the city I noticed about 5 blonde girls, lots of stylish clothes, beautiful boys. The sun was shining, the city looked okay. I was shocked again! What had happened? Did the queer eye for the straight guy or some other stylists group ride pass the city? These people were wearing normal clothes for gods sake! No miniskirts with 15cm heels and shitbrown fake addidas jackets!
On the downside, in one year everybody had seemed to forgotten english. Like seriously, they didn't understand or they didn't want to understand a single word in english.
Yesterday I was in Latvia again. People were still looking normal. :D
And damn, with the last 2 times...I've begun to love latvian people. I'm telling everyone: Go to Latvia, they are great!
There are a lot of jokes about latvians and estonians. They call us slow. At least that's what I've heard. I don't even know what we call them. Fast? LOL
But that's the thing with 2 countries that share a border. They act like rivals.
But seriously, I hate stereotypes and I managed to destroy one for myself. I know now that Me, Myself and I love latvian people.
When I was at the knockoutfestival then every single person was normal and minded their own business. Minded their own business like estonians. But also friendly. Friendly like latvians.
When I looked somebody in the eye, then that person smiled to me. A lot of guys wanted to chat. And nothing idiotical. No "nice eyes, sex tonight?" italian kinda stuff, and no "oh lets be really ironical and funny and supercool" kinda stuff like in Estonia. No, absolutely normal chats about music and lifestyle and hobbies and stuff like that. And many people want to help you. They are very open-hearted. Also...so many boys look absolutely beautiful. They have this kind of a mediterranian look that mixes with an european look. They look sexy but not cheesy. They look serious & that's what women all over the world like about european guys. This serious...I'm working, pls, k?! -look. But they're also cool ....you know- chill. Normal boys.
But at the knockoutfestival NOBODY spoke english, they were either scared when I said something in english, or they talked in reeeeeeaaaallly looooong seeeentenceees in russian. Which I couldn't understand at all. My russian skills let me curse in 40 different ways and ask for pancakes with mushrooms (which I'm not really eager to try).
At Metallica, on the other hand, everybody suddenly spoke english. We asked for some instructions to get to Stockmann, in the middle of the night, and everybody was like: English? Sure!!
I don't know...maybe James (Metallica singer) inspired people with his "You guys are fucking awsome!!" to get on the english-tune. But it was great! People smiled AND spoke in a language that I understood!
Now I'm feeling that...in Estonia I may die before a boy gets enough courage to say something during daytime while sober... in sunny countries boys may only think of me as a stupid blonde sextoy, BUT I can always go to Latvia and in the first 10 minutes in front of any random Macdonalds (actually I believe they actually have only one...or two) I can have the most interesting and funny conversation with a really goodlooking, quite polite, and perfectly normal boy!
I do love latvians.
What I don't like so much is the city. My friend keeps saying it's ugly, but I don't agree with her. It's not ugly. I think the whole city looks pretty nice. But...yeah...they don't have this beautiful little ancient..medieval old town...with the REAL old cobblestone pavement and little houses and stuff. Their old town is too fake. Newly built. Not cozy at all. The city itsef has big ...huge...gray houses...wide streets with nothing on them. Quite boring.
But I'm from a baltic state too...so I don't mind that they don't have much shops and stuff...I know how boring it is to live in here. I'm used to it. Go to fucking NY if you want to shop.
The main reason why I started liking latvians is the music. They have house music festivals every week. They know how to rave. They stay up 24 hours and laugh in the morning all together. Nobody goes home earlier to write bad reviews for the newspapers whining about the weather and the way all ketchup was gone by the time they got to the food table...or whatever.
When I go to a festival in Estonia then always somebody is whining about something. I was at a concert in here and a couple behind me practically wanted to murder me for jumping when my favourite song got played. I was like: wtf???? It's a fucking concert, we are standing, we are infront of the stage, get the fuccccckkkk away from here if you think it's not polite to fucking move. Fuck.
So I'm really being honest here - it was an incredible change for me to see people actually behave super friendly at concerts and stuff. Smiling. NORMAL!
I always try to smile as much as I can. My cheeks hurt after concerts and festivals! I was having a good time...I was enjoying myself. Everybody can have my ketchup!
I got on the bus at 2 in the morning to go back to Estonia ( a 5 hour ride) and then when the bus was almost ready to leave, a guy came in and asked in russian: Hey everybody, who went to Metallica?
A lot of people rose their hands (I don't know why, but most of the people were latvian).
Then he asked: Did you like it?
We yelled YEEEEEE
And then he said that he has the ticket to go to Estonia but he would like to take his friend with him too BUT...they dont have any money.
At the same moment...like...everybody (at least around me) stretched their hands out with money. I wanted to give 5 lats...which is over 100 kroons...which would have been 1/3 of the ticket money :D (I told my friend too: money is nothing! money is not important!) but the guy didn't even make it to me - he got all the money he needed just from I don't know...4 people. :)
In Estonia you would get the money too, but there was something incredebly sweet how people opened their wallets with smiles on their faces. Without any questions, just pure kindness.
And then I doze off thinking that sometimes the world can be a really nice place.
Ahahah, WW sent me this. It's the 2006 Metallica concert that I went to. And this was my calendar back then. XD I really waited for the concert. :D
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