2015 Already

Ok, I don’t think I have to say that much apart from OH MY DAYS! It’s 2015 already! It seems like only a week ago that we were welcomed in 2014. They say time flies.. But no, it doesn’t fly it just goes by really really quickly. Please give this post a like if you agree that time goes by way too fast and it should just slooooow down.

Also, on the topic of new year…

Every year at school everyone was forced to make new year’s resolutions in class, however bored, tired, or just not freaking bothered we were. And all those years I was bored, tired and not bothered about these stupid resolutions becuase I knew I’d keep none of them anyway! For example…

  • Give up chocolate? Umm, no way.
  • Excersise every day? Yeah, I’ll try… but no.
  • Learn a new instrument? I can never be bothered!
  • Don’t fight with my brother? I mean, come on, I failed this year already.

See. this is what I mean. Please say that I’m not the only one like this! It’s not that I don’t want to keep to that resolution, or that I don’t care about these things, but I’m the kind of person who would rather sit on her laptop all day, go out with friends, or just do something totally random than do something that, quite frankly, I don’t want to do. I know there’s someone else like this there, so please like, comment, or follow for more posts.

Bye and Happy New Year! xxx

Christmas

Christmas is coming – the smell of fir trees, tinsel, cheesy Christmas classics, jumpers and beanies… What’s not to love about Christmas? ‘Tis the season to be jolly! Today is the ninth day of Christmas: what did your true love give to you?

Agata xx

LIFE POEM

So, I haven’t posted in forever, so I thought of a post I hope will be worth the wait – a poem I wrote about life.

I don’t know how to say to you,

In words, just how I feel

This will make you think a lot ’cause everything is real.

Life’s a bit of everything,

Maybe mostly grand

Sometimes it’s amazing when someone’s there to hold my hand

I’m really, truly grateful for life and how mine turned out

But life’s a bit of everything, without a shadow of a doubt.

A little sad, a little great,

A lot of mad, a lot of hate

To get the things we really  want, we only have to wait.

No-one’s like a Barbie doll, glossy hair and fairest skin

But to certain special people, you don’t have to be super-thin.

Be yourself,

even though it’s easy for me to say

But you are all perfect in your own little way.

About

Aggigator is a blog that is 100%  real from a real heart with feelings and opinions. Of course, not all of you with agree with me – that’s fine, so please leave a comment because I’m dying to know! Aggigator is inspired by everything around me and all of m inspirations are amazing. Keeping a blog is not easy – you have to, all the time, add a new post or something along those lines. As I said before, this is totally real stuff and I kept this blog so that I could express myself to everyone on the interweb.

~Aggigator xx

Sibling Rivalry

Brothers and sisters suck. We all know that and can admit it so easily. They take your stuff, play pranks, push all the wrong buttons and ALWAYS start the fight. While you’re innocently swimming in your own little sea, they come up like an angry, stupid and annoying shark and eat you up. Once, my brother was pulling hairs out my head and laughing at me – that was in a public shop – and my parents did nothing about it! Apparently it’s because he’s the “mature” one of us, but I seriously doubt he’s any more mature than a three-headed woodlouse. His addiction for Call Of Duty is off the limits and I hate it when he plays his songs sooo loud, or makes fun of my favourite T.V shows. He’s like a slithering, bothering, thundering snake – I’m sure many of you can relate to what I’m saying – and I can’t do anything to change him. His friends are like remote controls – they can change him from an annoying weirdo to an annoying “gangsta” weirdo.

But, when you think about it…

At least you have someone to talk to when nobody else will. Maybe if you’re on their good side, they’ll let you play their computer games or let you experiment with makeup. Maybe they will be on your side when your parents literally want to chop your phone up into one million and one pieces (probably not, but still). Maybe they’ll wave to you when they see you at school (my brother ususally just ignores me, or sometimes, if he can be bothered, he nods a tiny bit).

Yes, they mock you, and yes, they’re a right royal pain in ze backside, but without them, I guarantee that you wouldn’t be who YOU are today. I know that I wouldn’t be into music or have my very handy sarcasm. So I say thank you, and may the force be with you, siblings.

~ Aggigator xx

GIRLS WORLD.

OK, we all know that girls have it rough, that’s undeniable. So many emotions, and we cannot control them; it’s not nice. One day is an entire bucket’s worth of feels, whether it be happy, sad or crazy. If you look closely enough, you might just be able to tell the difference of tears between girls and boys. Just a teensy difference.                                                                                                     So, girls, this one is dedicated to you. I think you deserve a bit of an escape from the monstrous, dramatic, killer hell which some people prefer to call “everyday life”. Enjoy with a mug of hot cocoa, fuzzy robe, freshly washed hair and a warm blanket (unless it’s Summer, in which case – don’t), read this warming message until you fall asleep on the sofa. Honey, when it comes to your life, you write the rules.

Imagine – in a few weeks it’s Christmas. Unwrapping your dream presents, fingers of dawn sliding through the curtains, the tree gleaming above your head and – the biscuits have gone! Christmastime is definitely the best. Snowmen are the best part. If we have any snow. You know, at first, I was literally addicted to my new presents. Once, when I got a Furby, I refused to do ANYTHING because my Furby was hungry, or if it was sleeping, I would tell everyone to keep it down. Man, I loved that Furby. But then one day… everyting became a bit boring. The Furby’s demands were just annoying. I read the book one million times and the perfume bottle was half empty. It all changed and I hated it. I hated myself for not appreciating “Santa’s” gifts anymore, I felt like I was an absolutely awful person and that I should lock myself in my room, zone out for 24 hours and try to get a relationship on Movie Star Planet. Yep, life was a bit tragic then. But then I discovered my love for writing diaries. I wrote: Dear Diary, I hate myself, I’m so mean! Why don’t I like my things? I’m becoming a moody tweenager. I’m becoming my brother. Great. And et cetera. I could really express myself through entries and poems and whatnot. I trusted my diary. So much horrible anger and hatred filled the page, but then once I got used to so much writing, it was a release from life and feels. I didn’t worry about it anymore, because I always had my diary.

But, then it got lost, so once again, I put my life into the interweb. A place of wonder. A place of joy. Aa place of miracles. A place where The Aggigator was born

Agata xx