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



As many of you have obviously noticed, it is coming up Wintertime! Here are a few of my favorite things about wintertime:

  • cosy onsies
  • hot chocolate with marshmallows
  • makeovers
  • lie-ins
  • warm fur coats
  • hot water bottles
  • watching movies/reading books
  • crafty fun


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.


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

Aggigator – a warm welcome…

I have decided to keep a blog.  An Aggigator blog.

I never really properly knew what a blog was, all I knew was that a person writes about stuff… and that’s pretty much all I knew.  Words, words, words, pictures, words… And nothing else. Endo. Finito. But little did I know of how much steam you can let off, from being a frustrated kettle, screaming and yelling, to a calm whispering kettle that makes an amazing cuppa!

Not long ago, I also decided that I will grow up (well, in my mind too – I was growing up anyway!). From making coffee to doing the dishes, from feeding Pirate (my one-eyed goldfish) to setting us up for dinner – whatever it was, I was up for it. It was all so exciting: being treated like a proper grown up, not being LAUGHED AT whenever I tried to make my parents laugh. Yes, that’s AT, not with. But I felt like I was ready!

  • Secondary School? Check, that’s pretty grown up.
  • Doing well in classes? Yep, sorted.
  • Babysitting my cousins? Of course!

By now, my maturity meter was flying out through the roof – apart from one thing.                                                                            All my energy, where was it going to go? My awkwardness? My crazy streak? My TOYS?! I wasn’t sure if growing up would take it all away, I needed some place to store it.

So welcome to my new Aggigator blog, and see you soon.

Agata xx