<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348</id><updated>2011-11-19T22:59:20.339+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Place somewhere in space</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.altphotos.com/images/altphotos/45bc123f1-da9f-487a-a547-165a16a01d69.jpg"&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-7731944383250214530</id><published>2007-05-31T20:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T20:39:36.880+02:00</updated><title type='text'>last summer msn moods</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Pushing myself and my heart into insensitivity I am fading away and so is my humanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*time sometimes makes no forgiveness**what's the use of trying, all you get is pain**i have my name day*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*do you belive in miracles?i am naive and i am waiting that one day one will come*the only thing coming is sadness*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"i know he love me...he took a halucinogenic cactus while he was thinking about me".... "yeah he took 2 for me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;the vice-president of the club of loosers : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*i think i should start to pack, otherwise i am not gonna manage*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;*afraid of loosing in any way*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;the standard: *ALONE* 'cause in a way we are always alone...even with someone, still alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;not caring is the best way not to get hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;some people are never ending story, i am glad to introduce myself "the quickly ending story"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;*fighting with the evil enemy=EE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;all the people are waiting to be found by someone, but we usualy forget to find ourselves&lt;br /&gt; Be careful with what you wish. You may get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-7731944383250214530?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/7731944383250214530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=7731944383250214530' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/7731944383250214530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/7731944383250214530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2007/05/last-summer-msn-moods.html' title='last summer msn moods'/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-3291785702086000827</id><published>2007-01-24T01:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T01:20:06.071+01:00</updated><title type='text'>song and picture = my mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dWvnZPjXSvQ/Rbak9YcRtbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IwzmVGBgDX4/s1600-h/138602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023383808818394546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dWvnZPjXSvQ/Rbak9YcRtbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IwzmVGBgDX4/s400/138602.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can’t find the answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’ve been crawling on my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Looking for anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To keep me from drowning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Promises have been turned to lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can’t even be honest inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm running backwards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Watching my life wave me goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Running blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’m running blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Somebody help me see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’m running blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Searching for nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wondering if I’ll change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’m trying everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But everything still stays the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I thought if I showed you I could fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wouldn’t need anyone by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm running backwards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With broken wings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know I’ll die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Running blind I’m running blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Somebody help me see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’m running blind Running blind Running blind Running blind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can’t find the answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’ve been crawling on my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Looking for anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To keep me from drowning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’m running blind Running blind Running blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Running blind Running blind Running blind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Running blind Running blind Running blind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-3291785702086000827?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/3291785702086000827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=3291785702086000827' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/3291785702086000827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/3291785702086000827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2007/01/cant-find-answers-ive-been-crawling-on.html' title='song and picture = my mood'/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dWvnZPjXSvQ/Rbak9YcRtbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IwzmVGBgDX4/s72-c/138602.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-5797074513117767642</id><published>2006-12-31T13:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T13:22:43.799+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PF 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dWvnZPjXSvQ/RZeqidBl-LI/AAAAAAAAAAY/eoNspjDv1Mk/s1600-h/PF2007coll.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014664218983921842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dWvnZPjXSvQ/RZeqidBl-LI/AAAAAAAAAAY/eoNspjDv1Mk/s400/PF2007coll.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And one quotation for a New year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Often people tend to live their lives backwards. They try to HAVE more things or more money in order to DO moreof what they want, so that they will be happier. The way it actually works is the reverse. You must first be who you really are, then do what you need to, in order to have what you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-5797074513117767642?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/5797074513117767642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=5797074513117767642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/5797074513117767642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/5797074513117767642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2006/12/pf-2007.html' title='PF 2007'/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dWvnZPjXSvQ/RZeqidBl-LI/AAAAAAAAAAY/eoNspjDv1Mk/s72-c/PF2007coll.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-4634145359544879580</id><published>2006-12-30T11:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T11:16:34.669+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dWvnZPjXSvQ/RZY8DdBl-KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rjNGzR8Wt8Q/s1600-h/come_closer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014261265152211106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dWvnZPjXSvQ/RZY8DdBl-KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rjNGzR8Wt8Q/s400/come_closer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Well i feel this is like an old cemetary....nothing is happening on this blog,...but it is not true for my life....ok i will try to get better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a lot of stuff happend in the half year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;another half a year in Duino, busy school life, applying to university, being accepted to the university, christmas and soon New year.... : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;everything is passing by quite quickly don't you think so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-4634145359544879580?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/4634145359544879580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=4634145359544879580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/4634145359544879580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/4634145359544879580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2006/12/well-i-feel-this-is-like-old-cemetary.html' title=''/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_dWvnZPjXSvQ/RZY8DdBl-KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rjNGzR8Wt8Q/s72-c/come_closer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-115516464489144021</id><published>2006-08-10T00:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T01:04:04.903+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the fairytale continues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/Bez%20n??zvux.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/Bez%20n%3F%3Fzvux.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Mum....???"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cried the voice in a close squared white room. Room with one bed,  one chair, the girl and one window, window with grate .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Mum!!!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she shouted and silence was her answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Her mind was in total mess, she needed something to catch it, the pictures were coming to her in the most insane dance, the pink elephant walking in the middle of street, the dwarf with red hat and fire behind its ear, the shadows with faces of dead people...one picture after another, first one more confusing then the second and then the third, forth fifth one. She just wanted to stop it, but she was changing with those pictures for while she was the house feeling all the people inside. Second later she become a fly in the spiders net. the world were changing around her, sometimes she felt the order, the sense, she was the ruler of the world, changing everthing just by movements of her thumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Outside was dark night, wind was playing with the old dry leaves, drops of the rain were slowly falling down, no moon, no light, the rain drops started to fall down, bringing the morning without sun. Then another night without moon and another empty morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Inside the house with a lot of squared rooms the girl was still lying in the bed without any movement with eyes open, tears were slowly finding their own way through the forest of hers face, climbing down and up to the hills and she did not move to take them off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just from her lips went of the words:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"I really like the bubbles"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-115516464489144021?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/115516464489144021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=115516464489144021' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/115516464489144021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/115516464489144021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2006/08/fairytale-continues.html' title='the fairytale continues'/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-115497132054535396</id><published>2006-08-07T18:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T01:31:55.986+02:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/400/pto_OS_evey_12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;sometimes i have the feeling that we are totally blind, we cannot stop rushing somewhere and stay peacefully calmly watching the moment, which will passed away in few seconds and which was in a way special... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;maybe just the light is weird, the rain is beautifully falling down from the roof the light is behind it and you can see every single drop dancing in a beautiful chain and then you just want to run out, and dance with the drops, fly and fall down and feel free.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;but who really does this, who is gonna really go out to the rain?and when someone do, why the others just ask questions like "do you have enough clothes with you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;why they cannot feel the poetry of the moment and enjoy it fully??? just go and do something... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;SOMETHING...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;when all of our cells seems to vibrate by insanity of non-sense acting for a moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;but then always some the end, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;the emptiness, which actually never left, this small creature is still with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;so you are always alone, alone with yourself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;talking to the people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;but alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;laughing with someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;but alone... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;the creature is sometimes sleeping, then you feel the connections, they you feel fine, as a part of the society, having friends, having understanding for others....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;you know, some time ago i found some citation ... "I am looking into eyes of others in order to see myself" ...and it bring me though that we define ourselves through the others, what they think, what our parents tought us, what they did, and all the people around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;we define ourselves against them...we compare all the time, being me is sometimes loosing the meaning when I am alone... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I cannot say what exactly I am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;there are things which i do, i like them...but i dont remember anymore why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;i love bublemakes...but since when?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;i love this and that....but.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;i usually say typical comment...i have mine sentences you have yours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;but why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;is there any sense in that or it is just completely random bunch of stuff which all of us have as a habits? it is probably just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;RIN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;RANDOM INSANE NON-SENSE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;sometimes i feel like words does not have any sense, when i am saying bread i could say butter insted and it would be the same..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;sometimes i feel like just trying to fullfilling the emptiness with anything what is around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;sometimes i feel like talking just because I am afraid of being quiet, because while i speak the creature of loneliness is quiet so I fill my life with millions words, thousands sentences and hundreds of stories, but sometimes I have to stop myself in the middle of the joke and ask why I am telling this to the creatures around? this jumping into the non-sense discussions is like jumping into the swimming pool without any water, you might like the flight but then the point of reaching the emptiness of the pool comes and you meet the ground in the form of question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;WHY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/400/brilliantovui_doc-1148281118_i_8678.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/pto_OS_evey_12.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-115497132054535396?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/115497132054535396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=115497132054535396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/115497132054535396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/115497132054535396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2006/08/sometimes.html' title='sometimes'/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-115357950817509069</id><published>2006-07-22T16:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T15:13:38.870+02:00</updated><title type='text'>fairy tale number 1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/Bez%20n??zvux.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/400/Bez%20n%3F%3Fzvux.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;“Hey mum, tell me something?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;“What you want???Some fairytale?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;“No, I know all of them. I want you to make a story for me!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;“Mine lovely spoiled child” said with smile inside, “I will tell you a story, but promise to be quiet!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;“I promise, I promise”...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a girl,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;“How old was she?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;“Didn't you promise to be quiet?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;“Well I did but, somehow I simply forget. Sorry mum.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...and she was quite young, her favourite thing to do was break the glass. Do you know the big boxes for recycling? She loved to come to them and just through the glass inside, then she wait for a moment listening the sound of the glass meeting the iron box. She took another bottle and repeat the whole process again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;“But why she like it?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;“Well, no one knows, just try it, maybe you will find that out. People like weird things. Some of us like making bubbles.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;“Mum don't make fun of me, you know how much I like the bubble makers and bubbles!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;“But why?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;“Well, just try it and you will see. How continue the story?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One day the girl become depressed. Actually she was not depressed, she was just bit sad, but most of the people get to use to say that they are depressed. No, sad is now not enough, sometimes I wonder which expression will come next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;“Mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;, make it shorter, I am sleepy...it needs something interesting, not just the girl..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;“I know, but I am tired... but we will continue about the girl next time OK?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;“OK good night mum”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;“Sleep tight dear”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-115357950817509069?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/115357950817509069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=115357950817509069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/115357950817509069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/115357950817509069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2006/07/fairy-tale-number-1.html' title='fairy tale number 1.'/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-115303534035731975</id><published>2006-07-16T09:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T09:35:40.366+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/1151689742_gal_esdavil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/400/1151689742_gal_esdavil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-115303534035731975?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/115303534035731975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=115303534035731975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/115303534035731975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/115303534035731975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-115173164877822426</id><published>2006-07-01T07:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T07:27:28.786+02:00</updated><title type='text'>change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;time of new change came...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and i just decided and went for i hair cut...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sitting and waiting and giving freedom to the girl with the scissors... : ))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;well it finished pretty short...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;1 cm in the back...2-3 in the front...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and now with really easy head i am leaving to mine scout camp....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;enjoy your summer guys... : ))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-115173164877822426?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/115173164877822426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=115173164877822426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/115173164877822426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/115173164877822426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2006/07/change.html' title='change'/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-115148866057523307</id><published>2006-06-28T11:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T15:14:42.803+02:00</updated><title type='text'>memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/duinosmes%20279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/400/duinosmes%20279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/duinosmes%20266.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/400/duinosmes%20266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/duinosmes%20278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/400/duinosmes%20278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-115148866057523307?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/115148866057523307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=115148866057523307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/115148866057523307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/115148866057523307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2006/06/memories.html' title='memories'/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-115006627920328568</id><published>2006-06-12T00:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T00:51:52.013+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the day after</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/Bring_It_Down.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/400/Bring_It_Down.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/Bring_It_Down.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;after one day is coming another (hopefully---but it is pretty obvious....i know...so after orange day another came....and here it is...shouting..eeeeejjj guys it's me....what i am and why i have to die in 24 hours? 23?22? i don't want to die yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and next day is always beggining with darkness of the night but we just tend to see the sunrises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-115006627920328568?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/115006627920328568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=115006627920328568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/115006627920328568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/115006627920328568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2006/06/day-after.html' title='the day after'/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-115002275191757046</id><published>2006-06-11T12:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T13:23:42.163+02:00</updated><title type='text'>orange day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/NGM1999_09p6-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/400/NGM1999_09p6-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/Bez%20n??zvu9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/400/Bez%20n%3F%3Fzvu9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/My_Inner_Voices_by_nighty.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/full91.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/full91.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/400/full91.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/full91.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/1143582218.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/400/1143582218.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/110908943_edcd7a97b5_o.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/400/110908943_edcd7a97b5_o.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/ptreyesbirdssunset1024_pow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/400/ptreyesbirdssunset1024_pow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Orange is the best colour....that's for sure...if you dissagree I don't care : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and today is the International Orange Day so I am celebrating by these amazing pictures....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;enjoy my dears....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;missing all of you whom I don't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and i know that some of those pictures are kitsch but one more time...I don't care i like them....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;orange is the queen of all the colours (but black is amazing as well... : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-115002275191757046?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/115002275191757046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=115002275191757046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/115002275191757046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/115002275191757046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2006/06/orange-day.html' title='orange day'/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-114972511516804619</id><published>2006-06-08T02:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T02:05:15.186+02:00</updated><title type='text'>news from my world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Today morning i was feeling sooo creative….and i wanted to share my ideas with the whole world reading this blog ( neerly equal to zero if you také the amount of people and compare it with word population….)…. But anyway i didn’t want to talk about that…&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say how the world is againt original people…&lt;br /&gt;Because on my screen appeared this amazing message:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Down for Maintenance&lt;br /&gt;Blogger is temporarily unavailable due to an unexpected problem.&lt;br /&gt;We will be back up as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Update (2:20 pm PDT): We are fixing a database issue. We hope to be back up in a couple of hours.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Isn’t it wonderful....or sad??? Who knows where is the line.... : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So now are coming some amazing news from my life....i love my neighbours....in past week i had at least ten amazing dialogues..which were occuring approximately in this way:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;“Ouh Hi.....ehm, ehm... Dominika (with the question mark on the end)...how are you?”&lt;br /&gt;“Well life is going amazingly fine I am really excited about existing....(with excited smile)”&lt;br /&gt;            “Wow that’s great...and how is your life in America?”&lt;br /&gt;            “Amazing...but the one in Italy is great as well...”&lt;br /&gt;            “Italy???”&lt;br /&gt;            “It doesn’t matter.....I love NY ...: ) “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; “Hi ....ehm ehm ehm....(nothing because they don’t remember my name any more)”&lt;br /&gt;“Good afternoon, morning evening /choose what you like the most I don’t care about that kind of details”&lt;br /&gt;“So what are you doing....here?”&lt;br /&gt;“I have my holidays and I am working”&lt;br /&gt;“Where???What kind of job so you have?? (with the face expecting something exciting..)”&lt;br /&gt;“ Well I am washing cars...it is really hard to find job...” (with totaly serious voice)&lt;br /&gt;“Really that’s so sad...this world.....etc....( a long speach blaming the goverment and everyone else...)”&lt;br /&gt;“ actually i am not washing the cars...i get a job in profesional labs....the department of trascript regulation”&lt;br /&gt;“Of what?”&lt;br /&gt;“Genetics” (in very confident voice enjoying the neighbours  confused face)&lt;br /&gt;“Really that’s great” (with soooo fake smile then even the most stupid elephant would run away)&lt;br /&gt;“ No i am washing the cars....have a nice day...” (leaving with satisfactory feeling of making people confused....at least they will have something to talk about...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Some time ago i thought that I found the aim of my life...I was really tired, confused and sad by all  the things happening around (that’s usual??? Noooooo) ans especially about mine relationships to the lower and worse version of the humanoid-like being (well what you expect they were made first and the first version is always the worst) = men....&lt;br /&gt;So i decided for really simply method of making all relationships clear...so let’s set up the premises:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It is hard (maybe impossible or just not probable)  to make all people to like you.&lt;br /&gt;when you are confused you want to find something clear&lt;br /&gt;so you decided to make it clear&lt;br /&gt;if is not possible to make the relationspihs clear in positive way think about the negative one&lt;br /&gt;then the moment which i call mental piff came....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can conclude:&lt;br /&gt;      If i want to make all relationships clear the best thing is make everyone to hate me...&lt;br /&gt;That’s easier...not easy but easier....people tend to the negative things...it is just necessary to be bitchy enough....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;That’s my new theory....&lt;br /&gt;And since today i have firts mission supporting that theory...&lt;br /&gt;I love tears....but i already got too tired to produce them by myself...it is taking too much energy...and i hate the feeling of salt around my eyes....so&lt;br /&gt;The mission number one is to be cruel to the other poeple to make them to produce the tears for me...&lt;br /&gt;And you would be surprised it works perfectly well....&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you don’t have to even use your intelligence...just him them really paintfully and they start cry....but the mental destroying is even better...it is bringing me more satisfaction....&lt;br /&gt;Because it is nearly fully developing my inletect....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And one important message....if you want to cry just call the number +4205610956 i will be there waiting to help you to cry more....don’t worry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-114972511516804619?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/114972511516804619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=114972511516804619' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/114972511516804619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/114972511516804619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2006/06/news-from-my-world.html' title='news from my world'/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-114951464295345146</id><published>2006-06-05T15:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T15:15:38.386+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Jen se nedotýkat vzpomínek myslím, si občas, a to už bývá příliš pozdě. Bolest je cejch na holé kůži. Zůstávají znamení. Chvíli se chovají zdánlivě tiše. A potom najednou, bez zjevného důvodu, třeb jen po něžném dotyku, začnou zase bolet a ty víš přesně, co jsi cítil, když ti cejch vypálili. Později, mnohem později se bolest vrací s mrazivým chladem. Vytváří předivo jemných, ledových kanálků. Tříští srdce."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-114951464295345146?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/114951464295345146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=114951464295345146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/114951464295345146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/114951464295345146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2006/06/heart.html' title='Heart'/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-114951464186256795</id><published>2006-06-05T15:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T15:16:28.703+02:00</updated><title type='text'>heart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Jen se nedotýkat vzpomínek myslím, si občas, a to už bývá příliš pozdě. Bolest je cejch na holé kůži. Zůstávají znamení. Chvíli se chovají zdánlivě tiše. A potom najednou, bez zjevného důvodu, třeb jen po něžném dotyku, začnou zase bolet a ty víš přesně, co jsi cítil, když ti cejch vypálili. Později, mnohem později se bolest vrací s mrazivým chladem. Vytváří předivo jemných, ledových kanálků. Tříští srdce."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-114951464186256795?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/114951464186256795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=114951464186256795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/114951464186256795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/114951464186256795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2006/06/heart_05.html' title='heart?'/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-114924525128855857</id><published>2006-06-02T12:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T15:17:00.356+02:00</updated><title type='text'>from my mind</title><content type='html'>the days are passing....quickly, sometimes slowly...but passing...&lt;br /&gt;already one week away from duino...five day in prague..home..&lt;br /&gt;the mirrors were destroyed an the time of putting them together came, the blind dance in the darkness of unknown and the knives are falling down from the sky, prepared to hurt anyone&lt;br /&gt;there is eternal sky above, when you speak it is silent, when you are silent it speaks...&lt;br /&gt;the sentences are coming to my mind..randomly...&lt;br /&gt;maybe not randomly...there are reasons, and my brain is working, the heat and fume is coming out of this weird machine, like from broken car and I am waiting when someone is gonna take me to the autoservice, but none is around, none see the car...so there is no other possibility than put the enqine on and go....&lt;br /&gt;and that's how the life is going...always....&lt;br /&gt;i found out that i feel like from different planet...talking to the people...today mornig i had really nice talk...it was interesting...well but probably not for others...it made me think a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have the feeling that i am thinking sometimes too much...it is easier not to do it...but i cannot stop that...and honestly i don't want...&lt;br /&gt;i just need time...for everything but i am not doing anything....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another paradox in this world....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to do a lot and i am not doing anything&lt;br /&gt;i want to shout and scream and i am sitting quietly&lt;br /&gt;i want to move and i am running on one place in a circle&lt;br /&gt;i want to draw and the paper is blank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to live and i am slowly dying since i was born&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-114924525128855857?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/114924525128855857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=114924525128855857' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/114924525128855857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/114924525128855857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2006/06/from-my-mind.html' title='from my mind'/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-114854935307263999</id><published>2006-05-25T11:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T11:29:13.083+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ends</title><content type='html'>finally the end come,...firstly arrived the E then N and in the end the D...&lt;br /&gt;the  weird nostalgy of  goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;all the thing which seems to be to strange...so late for a lot of stuff....&lt;br /&gt;i cried, i will....because i feel sad, even though that i shouldn't be, because i am coming back,..&lt;br /&gt;one more year....&lt;br /&gt;but half of the people are lost.,..&lt;br /&gt;there are things which I wanted to say...&lt;br /&gt;so firstly to all....there will come time when i will miss you...because each of you was special and original and not all of you were close to me....but it sometimes does not matter....you know what's this place....&lt;br /&gt;secondly to my seconda....girl...i just don't have any words for anything any more but there is a lot to say, a lot which is in my mind and i cannot express it....but i will never forget the eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, alice&lt;br /&gt;thirdly to  you...thanks for message in yearbook which you wrote...you don't know how much i would like to trust into what you wrote....but....there is always but and why and one crazy butterfly....you don't know how much you ment to me and how well you sometimes managing to hurt me...&lt;br /&gt;and finally...you frenchie....it is simple....HATE  YOU FOREVER....!!!!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-114854935307263999?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/114854935307263999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=114854935307263999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/114854935307263999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/114854935307263999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2006/05/ends.html' title='Ends'/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-114702286837382540</id><published>2006-05-07T19:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T19:27:48.386+02:00</updated><title type='text'>three weeks</title><content type='html'>exactly three weeks are between me being back in czech republic....&lt;br /&gt;isnť it scary that this time passed so qickly....nearly year,...&lt;br /&gt;and a lot of people are leaving and i am not gonna see them any more....&lt;br /&gt;and now everybody have a lot of work....and me as well....so this message is not gonna be long.--it is just show you that i am still alive and that at some point i am coming back to prague and it is not so far so you should start reminding me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahoj,it is dominika's roomate,just to let you know how wonderful person she is,i am gonna miss her during the summer,uvidime se v praze,kiss ivana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that was my lovelest roooooommaaa i am gonna miss her more then she gonna miss me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSC02409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/DSC02409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway enough of bullshitiing (btw yesterday i won first place in bullshiting as saskia said)&lt;br /&gt;so some pi&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/400/DSC03417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ctures&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-114702286837382540?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/114702286837382540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=114702286837382540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/114702286837382540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/114702286837382540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2006/05/three-weeks.html' title='three weeks'/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-114547700267837306</id><published>2006-04-19T21:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T22:03:22.696+02:00</updated><title type='text'>spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;well...i know that i am not writing a lot...i am just too bad for this...i am not even able to write my diary so don't expect from me too much... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;eastern passed....i hope that zou enjoyed it...i was sleeping...and sleeping and relaxing a lot...&lt;br /&gt;i had seen lost in translation for second time and i really like that movie...&lt;br /&gt;and you know what??? I HAVE A PRIMOOOOOO......&lt;br /&gt;it's so strange how we are getting know about our first years...because I don't feel as second year....it passed too quickly...it is weird....and it is gonna be...in september...a half of the people is gonna be new...I hope that tehy will bring energy....&lt;br /&gt;anyway....my life is quite busy these days...group four project, and internals and stuff...but i am enjoying it...&lt;br /&gt;eventhough that i am little bit missing home...but it is coming in three weeks....yes exams are coming as well...in 22  days... (I am sooo gooooood in math...)&lt;br /&gt;and i really have no clue what&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/Alone-again-Naturally_Lg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 255px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/Alone-again-Naturally_Lg1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to say more...everything is still same...just now it is possible to go to al castel (=bar) and sit outside...on the sun....&lt;br /&gt;we have again kayakying....the best sport activity ever....at least for me...i really love it...&lt;br /&gt;ok anywahy I should rather go and work....&lt;br /&gt;so guys....who are reading this...I am missing you....I coming back home early....&lt;br /&gt;guys from college...I am gonna miss you so much during the 3 month at home....&lt;br /&gt;and i am adding one picture which i like....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-114547700267837306?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/114547700267837306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=114547700267837306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/114547700267837306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/114547700267837306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2006/04/spring.html' title='spring'/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-114216287744473399</id><published>2006-03-12T10:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T14:20:23.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Project week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;project week...there is a lot to say but it's not possible to express everything. We left Duino. You cannot imagine how good feeling it is (sometimes). Sometimes is Duino just too small for me, still the same people, same atmosphere, same problems, school...everything in one cycle. I like that cycle, people here (most of them) but then suddenly came the feeling that you are living in one small bubble completely out of the world. In this moment I love to go somewhere, just to Trieste, Monfalcone, but somewhere, just not stay here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ok back to the project week. We left and I am not saying that without problems. Lior lost his passport and he had to stay in Viena, Julian stayed there with him one more day. But finally most of us arrived to Prague.We found the place where we were suppose to live and really great week start. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;This week was full of preparing little performence to the hospitals, but also a lot of fun, going around the Prague (little bit of drinking czech bear -c'moooooon it's part of the cultural understanding) etc....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;We made five performences and they were kind of OK...probably little bit unusual for czech people. How often can you meet someone from Indonesia dancing in the national costume their traditional dance???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Well I have to say that for me was thos week little bit different...just the possibility see family friends, after birthday. Be at home, visit grandmother. It was simply awesome!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Everybody here are really jelous....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And this week gave me a lot, firstly it gave me back some feeling of stability, harmony and don't ask me why...actually I have no clue, but now I feel here much much comfortable. It gave me a wonderful memories, and it conect the world of college with my home. I don't have any more that strong feeling of two worlds in which I am living. Maybe it will come back (I suppose) but....not now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ok and now what happend after Projec week. When we came back, I slept nearly whole Sunday. And on Monday the school start. Everything again kind of same, most of us were still tired from Project week...yeeehhh it's normal to be more tired after one week of holidays isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;On Monday were speeches of candidates to the position of student representative...and I am not gonna speak about it becauce I don't won't to be negative....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And the week was passing so quickly...as always. On Friday we had a model conference of MUN. All first years had to come and represent some country in different councils. I was representing China in council of Human development. We were discussing two different issues. Poverty on Haiti and question if abortion should be a human rights protected by MUN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;All of us had to were formal dress, we had to use formal english and following the formal procedure. We had six hours for discussing this issues and truthfully we did not solve eánythind. It just show me how hard it is to reach some solution...really hard. Everybody try to point out their own ideas about issues problems etc....and there was not enough time to speach about everything...but is was really interesting experience...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;well and that's nearly everything, after MUN weekend came and I started by doing nothing, watching a movie with my seconda and her roomates (Words war) and talking with friends...on saturday we were preparing our yearbook page ( deadline was thursday :) and we finish that and then I was again doing nothing (to school)...just talking. Sometimes it's more important (at least for me) to spent some time with friend then have finished all of my school works and lab reports. Why to do just school stuff???I am not machine...I need time and really sometimes I had here the feeling that I can fill my whole free time by doing school, yes then I will have wonderful grades and maybe I will be accepted to the wondefrul university...but where is the point of this when it would not make me happy????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;OK that's enough for today. I don't wonna make you bored... :) by my thoughts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;so now few pictures from project week and MUN....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/HPIM1868.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Saskia in the train to the Viena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/HPIM1878.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Julian in the train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/HPIM1879.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Clever Ana-Marija is sleeping in the train :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/HPIM1882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;While some people are doing crazy stuff (Julia :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/prague%20project%20week%20julian%20234.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;After a long traveling we finally arrived to Prague and we saw this wonderful Prague castle :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/prague%20project%20week%20julian%20278.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;We went to the Žižkovska věž to see the night Prague (up, from lefr - Saskia, Flora, Evita, Valentine, down - me) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/prague%20project%20week%20julian%20304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Night Prague&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/IMG_9203.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;All of us (Viena) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/prague%20project%20week%20julian%20172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Preparing of the show (everybody tired but still working thanks to all of you) (Valentine, Saskia, Giuseppe, Margherita, Natasha in background, Evita)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/prague%20project%20week%20julian%20241.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another lovely picture of night Prague - Charles bridge :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/prague%20project%20week%20julian%20426.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Val in her national costume :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/prague%20project%20week%20julian%20409.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Julia when she is serious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/prague%20project%20week%20julian%20407.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Evita and Valentine :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/prague%20project%20week%20julian%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;No comment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/prague_project_week_saskie%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally me....I have a lot of pictures, but it is impossible to post all of them here. So I hope that you like my selection.... ALORA VA BENE, HAVE A NICE DAY :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-114216287744473399?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/114216287744473399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=114216287744473399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/114216287744473399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/114216287744473399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2006/03/project-week.html' title='Project week'/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-114156194576598150</id><published>2006-03-05T13:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T13:32:25.776+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hodne casu ubehlo od posledniho zapisu a vim o tom, nicmene to neznamena, ze jsem na svuj blog zapomnela uplne. Jen proste nebylo to spravne obdobi na psani, ale nebojte se, zase pokracuju.&lt;br /&gt;Takze co se udalo....spousta veci, ale momentalne mam ve vzpominkach posledni projektovy tyden.&lt;br /&gt;Tyden v Praze, se svymi spoluzaky....&lt;br /&gt;pokud se k vam nejak nedostaly informace o projektovem tydnu tak asi jedine co byste meli vedet je, ze studenti a taky i profesori napsali ruzne projekty s ruznou tematikou a potom jsme se vsichni na predesly tyden rozjeli po evrope - do polska, chorvatska, slovinska, rakouska, irska, bosny, cerne hory,londyna a moje skupina do Prahy...&lt;br /&gt;zacalo to zabavne a dopadlo to nadherne. Akorat jsem zjistila ze odjezdy a louceni mi nejdou zrovna dobre....&lt;br /&gt;A ackoli jsem plna zazitku, nejak je nedokazu vypsat sem vsechny najednou. Bylo to silene zmateny, litani mezi spoluzaky, rodinou kamaradi, ale vsichni na me byli desne hodni a chapali i me hodinove zpozdeni ( za coz vam vsem dekuji a obdivuji za trpelivost) a spoluzaci zvladali moje vylevy abych je dokopala se poradne soustredit na pripravu toho predstaveni do nemocnic....&lt;br /&gt;a tak vi snad nekdy jindy, jeste stale jsem nevyspala a plna smisenych pocitu, ale....kveten je blizko....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-114156194576598150?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/114156194576598150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=114156194576598150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/114156194576598150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/114156194576598150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2006/03/hodne-casu-ubehlo-od-posledniho-zapisu.html' title=''/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-113992498706358465</id><published>2006-02-14T14:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T14:55:29.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I don't like Valentine, but I wanted to post one poem....enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Not a red rose or a satin heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I give you an onion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;It promises light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;like the careful undressing of grief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I am trying to be truthful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Not a cute card or a kissogram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I give you an onion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;possessive and faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;as we are,&lt;br /&gt;for as long as we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Take it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding-ring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;if you like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Lethal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Its scent will ding your fingers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;cling to your knife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Carol Ann Duffy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-113992498706358465?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/113992498706358465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=113992498706358465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113992498706358465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113992498706358465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentine.html' title='Valentine'/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-113948161532760647</id><published>2006-02-09T11:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T11:40:15.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Duinooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/duino.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/400/duino.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Duino castle and Foresteria where I am living from Rilke past (wonderful place for jogging...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-113948161532760647?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/113948161532760647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=113948161532760647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113948161532760647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113948161532760647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2006/02/duinooo.html' title='Duinooo'/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-113939604526000595</id><published>2006-02-08T11:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T12:00:12.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My lovely room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I decided that maybe you would like to know where I am living now....:) so I took a few pictures of my room. (PS. it is not normally so clean i clean it before taking a pictures...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;yesterday I bought a new little carpet so now is our room even lovelier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/PICT1485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/PICT1485.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;          My table - working space....:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/PICT1484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/PICT1484.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Again table...btw the blue/coloured stuff is my eight-days timetable...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/PICT1481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/PICT1481.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;           My exhibition of memories (photos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/PICT1477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/PICT1477.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;          Julia and my working space again      &lt;/span&gt;                                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/PICT1475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/PICT1475.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;My lovely bed and my cupboard, books and Egon Schiele exhibition (posters were stolen in Wiena...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;So I hope that you now have some ideas about my place and that you are jealous...:) and btw. I hope that you registred the change of the colour because ORANGE IS THE BEST !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-113939604526000595?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/113939604526000595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=113939604526000595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113939604526000595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113939604526000595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-lovely-room.html' title='My lovely room'/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-113938472553800979</id><published>2006-02-08T08:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T12:08:36.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vychody slunce</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Kdysi jsem slibovala ze vam ukazu jak tady vypadaji vychody slunce....tak ten cas prave prichazi, protoze mam dneska prvni blok volny a chtelo se mi sem ty fotky dat rano. Takze timhle pohledem se ja kocham po ranu kdyz jdu do skoly ( a kdyz sviti slunicko).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;No a jinak bezi vsechno stejne, porad stejne ted budeme mit jednodenni prazdniny - v patek, tak docela dost lidi odjizdi, ja jsem odmitla jet na bezkovani na celou sobotu a nedeli, protoze jsem chtela jet nekam se saskii, ale jede do Lublanje kde ja uz byla o prvnim prodlouzenem vikendu a tak jsem se rozhodla, ze si pojedu zalyzovat. Na sjezdovky, protoze dostanu od skoly zadarmo permanentku na cely den a autobus zdarma, tak kdo by potom nebral byt jen jednodenni lyzovani v Dolomitech???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Tak a ted uz vychod slunce, doufam ze u vas taky sviti a pokud ne tak vam posilam alespon trochu slunecnich paprsku odsud, tak se dneska koukejte cely den usmivat na lidi okolo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/PICT1419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/PICT1419.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/PICT1418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/PICT1418.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-113938472553800979?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/113938472553800979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=113938472553800979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113938472553800979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113938472553800979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2006/02/vychody-slunce.html' title='Vychody slunce'/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-113930450437860567</id><published>2006-02-07T10:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T10:28:24.393+01:00</updated><title type='text'>More and More photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/PICT1400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/PICT1400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/PICT1396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/PICT1396.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/PICT1394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/PICT1394.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/PICT1393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/PICT1393.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/PICT1392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/PICT1392.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/PICT1391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/PICT1391.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/PICT1390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/PICT1390.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/PICT1388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/PICT1388.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/PICT1387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/PICT1387.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dalsi varka fotek z a po nordic show...tentokrate i se mnou :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-113930450437860567?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/113930450437860567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=113930450437860567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113930450437860567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113930450437860567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2006/02/more-and-more-photos.html' title='More and More photos'/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-113923616857371615</id><published>2006-02-06T15:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T15:29:28.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nordic show just more photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/PICT1377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/PICT1377.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/PICT1372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/PICT1372.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/PICT1375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/PICT1375.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/PICT1338.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/PICT1338.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/PICT1384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/PICT1384.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-113923616857371615?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/113923616857371615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=113923616857371615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113923616857371615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113923616857371615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2006/02/nordic-show-just-more-photos.html' title='Nordic show just more photos'/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-113922014274082621</id><published>2006-02-06T10:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T11:31:35.226+01:00</updated><title type='text'>italsti blazni</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/PICT1383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/PICT1383.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;                                                    Sara (Italie) she loves taking a photos..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/PICT1379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/PICT1379.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;                                                        All nordics                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/PICT1378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/PICT1378.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;                                                       Final song of the nordis show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/PICT1351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/PICT1351.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;                                                                Nordic girls are dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/PICT1336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/PICT1336.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Tanecni scenka...anbe uzivejte si kankan...vpravo ucitel matematiky,uprostred reditel nasi skoly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/PICT1325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/PICT1325.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;                                                                         Sara a Marthe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;tak protoze dneska vazne nemam moc casu....v podstate k psani jsem se dostala jen protoze jsme utekli z hodiny svetove literatury protoze jsme svorne odmitli rozebirat knihu ve chvili kdy profesorka odesla, tak posilam par fotek z patecni show....nebo respektive po ni...zasmejte se pobavte se a preji vam pjekny den...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;PS.. kluci sli prevleceni za holky holky za kluky...alespon vetsinou...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;no jo jinak...mam se dobre...:) v sobotu jsem byla cely den na bezkach a vcera jsem psala svoje dva lab reporty na biologii...ale mam je hotove a vecer jsem sla na focus o francii a taky na narozeninovou oslavu takze jsem se zrelaxovala no a pak uz jsem sla skoro hned spat :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;takze vsechno bezi jako po masle nemyslite...i project week. dneska jsem odevzdala posledni sadu informaci a pak se dozvim kolik dostaneme penez, ale uz mame koupeny listy do prahy takze to znamena ze urcite prijedu :) uz se vazne tesim jen se mi nechce do ty zimy, tady (kdyz nefouka bora) se da sedet venku a dat si obed na travniku s vyhledem na more....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;no a to je vazne konec vic fotek v blizsich dnech, nafotila jsem i slibovany vychod slunce ktery muzu videt rano ze sve rezidence (ovsem jen kdyz se vzbudim dostatecne brzo, coz ze zasady nedelam).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-113922014274082621?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/113922014274082621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=113922014274082621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113922014274082621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113922014274082621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2006/02/italsti-blazni.html' title='italsti blazni'/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-113861958734450222</id><published>2006-01-30T12:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T12:13:07.360+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kratka zprava</title><content type='html'>Vim, ze jsem se sem dlouho nedostala a dlouho jsem nepsala ale to neznamena ze zapominam, jen prooste ze momentalne jsem nemela moc prace do skoly kterou bych musela delat na pocitaci a tak stat pul hodinovou fontu na pocitac se proste casove nevyplatilo, protoze tady byly i jine veci ktere byly potreba delat (jako domaci ukoly) nebo ty ktere jsem chtela delat (smazit palacinky na palacinkovou party...jsem na sebe hrda palacinky z 2.5 litru mlika.....a pak jsme se sesli v social centru a jedli a jedli a pak uz jsme se jen valeli na sedackach protoze jsme se nemohli ani hnout...ale bylo to super...:) i takhle obcas chodi zivot studentu, dokonce se na nas prisel podivat i reditel a nasel nas uz jen valejici se na sedacce....:))&lt;br /&gt;no dobre rada bych napsala vic, ale moje volna hodina uz skoro konci a posledni vyucovaci hodina - anglictina se neuprosne blizi, takze se pomalu musim zabalit a jit se vzdelavat...&lt;br /&gt;az se sem dostanu na dyl napisu vim...preci jen za ten tyden se neco udalo, treba dalsi bezky, na kterych jsem ubehla celych 25 km a ani ne za tak moc pekelne dlouhy cas a byla jsem na sebe i docela hrda...chvili...:))&lt;br /&gt;no ale budik uz zvoni a rika dominiko jdi se ucit...tak ja jdu...&lt;br /&gt;mejste se vsichni krasne a piste mi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-113861958734450222?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/113861958734450222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-113793528038261648</id><published>2006-01-22T14:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T14:08:00.383+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img-2005-10.photosight.ru/19/1089967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://img-2005-10.photosight.ru/19/1089967.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-113793528038261648?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/113793528038261648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=113793528038261648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113793528038261648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113793528038261648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-113792998651927549</id><published>2006-01-22T11:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T14:01:07.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Some more photos from cross country skying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes words are not enough, generally, sometimes you can't just describe, you have to see it, or even better you have to live it. But that sometimes impossible. Pictures give as feelings, different for all of us, but they works as connection between our feelings, without words....probably it doesn't make sense,...but anyway....&lt;br /&gt;some more pictures from my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/Cross%20country%20Dominika%20123.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/Cross%20country1%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/Cross%20country1%20014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mountains.... :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/Cross%20country%20Dominika%20123.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/Cross%20country1%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/Cross%20country1%20018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tara from Sri Lanka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/Cross%20country%20Dominika%20123.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/Cross%20country1%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/Cross%20country1%20020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, just for case that you trying forget how I am looklike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/Cross%20country%20Dominika%20123.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/Cross%20country1%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/Cross%20country1%20016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Assumpta from Uganda :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/Cross%20country%20Dominika%20123.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/Cross%20country1%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/Cross%20country1%20013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time for lunch, huraaaaaaa...pizza, hot chocolate.... and Me, Renato (Guatemala), Holly (Hong Kong), Ilinka (Ukraine), Eduardo (how lovely face...please don't laugh, Peru) and the circe is finished by Vivian (also Hong kong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/Cross%20country%20Dominika%20123.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/Cross%20country1%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/Cross%20country1%20011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marta (Polsko), Julie, Anika (USA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/Cross%20country%20Dominika%20123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/Cross%20country%20Dominika%20123.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Julinka ze Slovenska&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-113792998651927549?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/113792998651927549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=113792998651927549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113792998651927549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113792998651927549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2006/01/some-more-photos-from-cross-country.html' title='Some more photos from cross country skying'/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-113769239231466403</id><published>2006-01-19T18:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T18:39:52.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zmatene novinky i zapomenute stripky</title><content type='html'>Tak jsem zpet. Zpet ze zahrobi. Dneska se me vsichni ptali....how are you???you are back??a to jsem byla jen ctzri dny nemocna....sobota vecer, nedele, pondeli, utery a streda....no ale ve zdejsim vnimani casu to znamena VEKY....&lt;br /&gt;nebylo to nic vaznyho jen nejaka chripkoidni choroba, postupne se tu mezi nama strida a lidi mizi a zase se vraci....:)&lt;br /&gt;no takze vazne nemam moc co bych povidala, protoze ten prvni den sve nemoci jsem prospala dvacet hodin z 24 a to neni normalni ani at jsem sebeutahanejsi.&lt;br /&gt;Moje spolubydlici byla nemocna zaroven se mnou a tak jsme si po dlouhe dobe prijemne popovidaly, tedy prvni dva dny nez onemocnela jeji nejlepsi kamaradka z vedlejsiho pokoje... :)&lt;br /&gt;jeste vlastne neco se stalo, v nedeli jsme meli tutorial dinner (vecere s tridnym ucitelem) a ja se uz pred vanocema nabidla ze s Annou-Marijou ze slovinska uvarim a jelikoz mi prislo nezodpovedne to neudelat tak jsem vetsinu nedele prospala udelala ukoly na pondeli (protoze jsem si stale myslela ze pujdu do skoly) a pak se vydala varit do rezidence sveho tutora....a varila a varila - a taky pekla. Orechovy kolac, bramboraky a ovocne knedliky s broskvema. Dekuji ti ma skautska vychovo jez jsi me naucila sit a varit (alespon trochu pozivatelne veci za nestandartnich podminek, ktere k vareni vladnou i tady). S vybavenim k vareni to tu neni nejslavnejsi, ale clovek se nauci improvizovat. Jenze to vareni me tak unavilo, ze jsem jim tak jen donesla jidlo a sla spat. Dokonce me tech 800 metru do moji rezidence odvezla manzelka meho tutora autem protoze jsem pry nevypadala dobre. Mela jsem totiz asi 38.3 a dobre mi nebylo, ale zato tu ucitelku jsem uchvatila svym nasazenim.....no me to nejak neprislo.&lt;br /&gt;A pak nasledovaly jen dva prospane dny.&lt;br /&gt;Jsem jha to ale popleta a porad na neco zapominam. V patek byla prezentace nasi vanocni street performence, pro ty co nevi, tak to byl takovyvylet - Viden, Bratislava, Praha a nakonec Budapest. Vyrazilo nas okolo ctyriceti lidi, sestavili jsme sbor a zpivali jsme na ulicich (vybrane penize sly do pakistanu na pomoc po zemetreseni) a taky obcas nekde jidne treba jako UN (United Nations Organisations) nebo na vanocnich trzich ve vidni, skolach v Praze, divadle v Paze a tak....a ted jsme ukazovali fotky lidem co nejeli, a vypraveli jim o tom a taky zpivali. Bylo to jako byt zpatky doma :)&lt;br /&gt;Byl to proste uzasnej cas a i kdyz vam to asi zase moc nerekne pridavam dve dalsi skupinove fotky tentokrat ze Street Performence jedna je z Vidne z UN a druha je z Bratislavy. A pro dnesek konec a hura do prace -cteni Platonovy ustavy, a tak :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/streetperformence2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/streetperformence2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/streetperformence1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/streetperformence1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-113769239231466403?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/113769239231466403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=113769239231466403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113769239231466403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113769239231466403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2006/01/zmatene-novinky-i-zapomenute-stripky.html' title='Zmatene novinky i zapomenute stripky'/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-113726381131056200</id><published>2006-01-14T19:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T19:36:51.323+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ochutnavka hor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/Cross%20country%20Dominika%20144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/Cross%20country%20Dominika%20144.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak zatim nahazuju jen jednu fotku z hor, protoze zbyte  je jeste na notebooku takze pozdeji... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-113726381131056200?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/113726381131056200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=113726381131056200' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113726381131056200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113726381131056200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2006/01/ochutnavka-hor.html' title='Ochutnavka hor'/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-113717725216932831</id><published>2006-01-13T18:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T19:34:18.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Popletene dny</title><content type='html'>Takze dneska vam jdu vypravet sve humorne story z mych poslednich dnu... :)&lt;br /&gt;1) Chemistry labs- Enthalpy change of redox reaction&lt;br /&gt;no chcete se zasmat???Takze aby jste si pripravili system ve kterem bude co nejmensi tepelna vymena s okolim meli jste jeden z reaktantu nalit do polystyrenoveho poharku...a vite co se mi nestalo???samozrejme first trial experimentu se mi nepovedl (to bych to ani nebyla ja) a tak jsem bezela podruhe odpipetovat 25 ml te podivne slouceniny do polystyrenoveho hrnecku, peclive jsem odmerila, nalila do hrnecku... a koukam koukam a co nevidim...mila podivna modra sloucenina tece vsude po stole, honem to letim utrit nez si toho vsimne Ann (ucitelka), rikam si OK, mas dvacet minut, pokus trva deset, odmeris to v klidu to nechas zreagovat, nameris teploty a pujdes na obed...to nic obcas se stane ze se neco vyleje.... :) no a tak jsem si vzala novy poharek odmerila 25 ml a hadejte kam jsem je nalila????Samozrejme do toho spatneho, a podruhe jsem marne prihlizela jak se sloucenina rozleva po bile desce stolu, znova uklidit a treti pokus....Huraaaaaaaa.....povedlo se a i pokus jsem nakonec skoncila ve spravnem case... :) no ale to byl jen zacatek,...&lt;br /&gt;odpoledne pokracovalo social servicem, ktery byl tentokrat skvely,...to se neda rict jinak...jenom pro ty co to nevedi, jezdim do jednoho domova pro stare lidi Fiori del Carso asi o dve vesnice dal...ze zacatku jsem ze sveho social service nemela dobry pocit, nerozumnela jsem lidem, kteri mluvi samozrejme jen italsky a ja umela houby, a nemela jsem pocit ze tam jsem co uzitecna, pozdeji to zacalo byt o trochu lepsi...no a ted naposled to bylo uz vazne docela fajn.  Vzdycky okolo pul pate prijdou setsricky a rozdavaji starym lidem caj, kafe, susenky jogurty a tak...no a my jim obcas pomahame a naposled tam byl takovy moc fajn sestrak (sestra kluk :) ktery si se mnou zacal povidat a videl ze me to bavi a posilal me i na pokoje kde jsme nikdy nebyli, protoze jsme vzdycky zustavali jen v te jejich spolecenske mistnosti, kde po celou dobu hraje televize takze neni uplne jednoduche se s nima dorozumivat jeste kdyz neumite moc italsky a oni spatne slysi a tak...&lt;br /&gt;takze poprve jsem byla vzslana podivat se i do jinyych prostor a oblazit svoji navstevou i lidi, kteri se nemohou moc hybat z postele, a sestrak odhalil ze ma italstina neni extra perfektni (ono po trech mesicich) a tak me zavedl do jendoho pokoje, ve kterem ziji desne mili manzele, tomu panovi je 92 a te pani 86. A ten pan, predstavte si umi anglicky, a nemecky a italsky samozrejme a spanelsky. Narodil se jeste za dob Rakouska Uherska, pamatuje si na prvni svetovou valku a samozrejme taky druhou... a tak jsme si povidali, byl to lodni navigator a zcestoval skoro cely svet. Clovek obcas muze narazit na vazne zajimave lidi i na necekanych mistech....&lt;br /&gt;takze to bylo prijemne odrelaxovani po chemistry labs....&lt;br /&gt;ale potom ten vecer, pripravit prezentaci na world lit, jit na sbor street performence, protoze dneska mame prezentaci o nasi street performence pro zbytek skoly, pripravit si bio labs, docist antigonu, a klepat se strachy ze mozna prvni hodinu budu psat test z italstiny a taky vlastne byl jeste meeting o project weeku....no a to uz bylo skoro vsechno....potom jsem uz skoro sla spat abych byla fit na dnesek....&lt;br /&gt;ale to se mi stejne nepovedlo, zadani bio labs jsem si predcist nestihla a nechala to na rano, rano jsem vzala ten papir a asi treti veta byla Find your own experiment with using our methods and exploring our ideas....myslela jsem ze me klepne, protoze dneska jsem nemela zadnej free block abych se na to alepson podivala a tak jsem se oblikla a lete do computer roomu zjistit si neco o reakcich drozdi se sacharidama....a pak jsem bezela na italstonu kde zbytek tridy sedel a ucil se protoze hrozil test,..ale nastesti neprisel, tak mame cas do pondeli, trochu se mi ulevilo, ale porad jsem se stresovala biologii.,...&lt;br /&gt;jenze pak prisla ma druha hodina TOK v mem zivote a to je neco na co se nezapomina,....mozna teda casem jo, ale ne po jednom dni....&lt;br /&gt;takze...55 miinut jsme rozebirali otazku Which from these pictures is better metaphor of knowledge???&lt;br /&gt;pro zajimavost se vam pokusim nejake podobne najit...no zadny hezky se mi najit nepovedly, tak budu spolehat na vasi predstavivots, jedno byla lod na mori, pevnina nikde, nebyla to nijak velka lod....normalni lod, plachetnicka, modre more a nebe, druhy obrazek byla pyramida v pousti....a celou hodinu jsme rozebirali tyhle dva obrazky.,...&lt;br /&gt;lod je lepsi, protoze je otevrenam muze se dostat do jinych oblastni znalosti, ale na druhou stranu pyramida......no dokazete si to predstavit...&lt;br /&gt;lod muze potkat jinou lod ale pyramida ne.... :))&lt;br /&gt;potom prisla worl lid a rozebirani charakteru z antigone....diky tomu ze mam nasi skvelou Beth, se mi temer podarilo usnout,...&lt;br /&gt;potom chemie....a co se mi opet nestalo, sedim koncentrovana, posloucham ucitelku, pisu si poznamky kdyz najednou ucitelka zavola....cos to udelelala???proc je tady ta voda??? a diva se na me...  a ja se podivam na svuj stul a ten je plny vody ve chvilce je mokry papir na ktery jsem psala a voda se nelitostne snazi dostat i ke zbytku mych poznamek...a tak znova bezim pro uterky  a podruhe ve dvou dnech horecne uklizim.,...a stejne uz to byl konec hodiny, jen proste nevim jak se to povedlo a proc zrovna prave zase ja.... :))&lt;br /&gt;no a nakonec bio labs, ktery byly zabava jko nikdy, nastesti experiment planovany nami se asi bude odehravat az priste a ja dneska mela skvelou dvojici...Juliana ze Svycarska...skvele jsme se nasmali, nakreslili obrazek pro Saskii a ziskali naprosto podivne udaje o vlivu a ucinnosti enzymu ktery je v drozdi na ruzne druhy cukru....&lt;br /&gt;no a to byl konec skoly, patek prisel a ja se vydala nakoupit nejake veci na sobotni vareni nasi tutorial dinner (vecere s tridnym ucitelem)....a pak jsem se vratila a tak...&lt;br /&gt;no ale cas nasi street performence prichazi, a ja si stejne myslim, ze pro dnesek jsem napsala az dost....takze se nebudete nudit se ctenim......&lt;br /&gt;obrazky nekdy jindy.... :)&lt;br /&gt;PS...omlouvam se za gramaticke chyby, zapominat je lidske, a take za preklepy, to je chyba spatneho propojeni mozku a svalu a mozna take trochu unavy... :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-113717725216932831?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/113717725216932831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>A jeste omluva</title><content type='html'>MUSI BYT VELKYMI PISMENY.....VIM ZE JSOU LIDE CO SI TO CTOU, A ZE BYLA HLUPOST PSAT ZE SI TO NIKDO NECTE, PROTOZE NECHCI ABYSTE SE VY KDO TOHLE CTETE CITILI JAKO NIKDO...DOUFAM ZE TAHLE OMLUVA DAVA ALESPON TROCHU SMYSL A ZE POCHOPITE CO JSEM CHTELA RICT...&lt;br /&gt;PROSTE ZNATE ME....MALA....NESEBEVEDOMA... :))&lt;br /&gt;TAKZE NAOPAK DEKUJI VSEM CO SI TO CTOU A TAKY TEM CO SE MI TREBA NEKDY OZVOU I KDYZ NA MAILY MOC ODBORNIK NEJSEM JAK PODOTKLA PO TRIMESICNI ZKUSENOSTI MA SESTRICKA..... :)&lt;br /&gt;MEJTE SE....TESIM SE NA NEJAKE ZPRAVY OD VAS....&lt;br /&gt;A NEBO TREBA DOPIS....ADRESU OCHOTNE DAM :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-113706445751700395?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/113706445751700395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=113706445751700395' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113706445751700395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113706445751700395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2006/01/jeste-omluva.html' title='A jeste omluva'/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-113706420869961614</id><published>2006-01-12T12:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T12:10:08.710+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jarni sonata</title><content type='html'>Tak jaro k nam prislo.... :) uvidime jak dlouho u nas vzdrzi, ale ted se u nas slunicko krasne flaka ohriva pocasi a vitr momentalne nefouka takze chodim v sukni a podkolenkach a tricku.....no ale spousta lidi tady zase touzi po snehu ktery sem prijde uz jen docela tezko....ale v sobotu jedu na svoje prvni crosscounty skying tak se tesim....zkusim neco nafotit a potom vam to sem dat abyste meli nejakou predstavu jak to vypadalo, a taky nafotim nadherny zapady slunce more a utesu...znate takove ty kycovite obrazky ne??? :) tak presne neco takovyho momentalne chci...&lt;br /&gt;no a jinak, nekteri lide odjizdi, druhaci pomalu dostavaji oznameni o prijeti na univerzity...doba -Princeton, Lorenzo -Oxford a tak....proste hruza...&lt;br /&gt;no a ted se nevratili nekteri prvaci z vanoc...Matija - nikdo nevi proc ani jestli prijede, jeho dve nejlepsi kamaradky premysli o odchodu, taky uz odletel druhak z Ruska a asi odjede i Madina z Cecny....tak alespon obcas tu vladne dost zlvastni atmosfera kdyz se o tom nekdo zmini, coz se vetsinou nedela a tak bezi vsechno pri starem kolotoci, skola, aestetic activity, sport activity, social service, project week, dalsi sportovni aktivity a veci do skoly a potkavat pratele a proste tak....&lt;br /&gt;udelat si caj sednou si, povidat si, jit na prochazku a resit nase mala/velka zivotni dilemata jako treba co je smysl zivota... :))&lt;br /&gt;no a ted se odeberu zkoumat Enthalpy change of redox reaction in my first chemistry labs in this year.....&lt;br /&gt;enjoy home, prague and snow if you have it.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-113706420869961614?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/113706420869961614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=113706420869961614' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113706420869961614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113706420869961614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2006/01/jarni-sonata.html' title='Jarni sonata'/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-113699811403741327</id><published>2006-01-11T17:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T17:49:38.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture for you, because i like it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/kocky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/kocky.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-113699811403741327?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/113699811403741327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=113699811403741327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113699811403741327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113699811403741327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2006/01/picture-for-you-because-i-like-it.html' title='Picture for you, because i like it'/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-113699707436210854</id><published>2006-01-11T17:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T17:35:41.366+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nemenost</title><content type='html'>co napsat, vsechno bezi stejne, stejne jako driv, chce se mi rict skoro jako vzdycky....lide se smeji placou, slunce sviti, vitr fouka a obcas taky ne, obcas jsou problemy obcas to jde, vztahy se meni a pritom vubec ne....muzete pozorovat ten mumraj toho preskupovani ale stejne to nic nakonec nemeni...&lt;br /&gt;no a jinak novinky, protoze prece jen neco noveho se deje... (vlastne bych asi mela rict ze porad se deje neco noveho a porad se neco meni, ale ono zalezi jen na uhlu pohledu) a prominte jsem unavena a nehodlam filosofovat ani nic jinyho....nehodlam vlastne vubec nic nez spat, vcera jsem byla cele odpoledne v triestu (to je takoveto nejvetsi mesto v okoli a je i pjkeny a docela velky takze se tam citim skoro jak doma...) kvuli tomu ze na konci roku Volkan dohodl, ze jim pomuzeme s propagaci a praci na Filmovem Festivalu, ktery je pristi tyden, a kdyz jim pomuzeme (bud tento tyden nebo pristi, kdy uz pobezi filmz) tak budeme mit na zbytek filmu volny vstup.... :) a tak jsem vcera byla pracovat....ehm...byla to takova trihodinova prochazka po Triestu s roznasenim trojrozmenych banneru jako upoutavku na Festival. Takze to probihalo zhura tak ze jsme vlezi do obchodu a jako spravni vlezlici jsme je pozadali jesti to tam muzeme nekde nechat...oni na nas vychrlili horu italstiny ze ktere jste si bud vzali vysledek ANO ci NE....&lt;br /&gt;no a to bylo vsechno, jeste jsme spolupracovali s Italama kteri ten festivl organizuji...ti vam byli zabavni a neorganizovani...ale byla s nima desiva legrace...&lt;br /&gt;no dobre uz nechavam tohohle vypraveni ktery stejne nikdo nedocte do konce protoze poutavost mych vypraveni je rovna absolutni nule...pravdepodobne..ale nejak nemam na to, delat to zabavne...&lt;br /&gt;a dneska se stala dalsi vec...poprve....poprve jsem mela predmet TOK (Theory of Knowledge)....no vzhledem k tomu ze jeste stale ani nektri druhaci nevi o cem tenhle predmet je a to z nej prave budou koncit tak vam k nemu muzu rict prozatim malo...ale vypada zabavne ( a uvidime jestli uzitecne, zatim spis neuzitecne protoze jsem prisla o jednu volnou hodinu)&lt;br /&gt;no dobre tak dneska koncim....musim zase bezet neco delat a ne se flakat... :) (coz praktikuju hodne, ale asi bych nemela... ach ta lenost)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-113699707436210854?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/113699707436210854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=113699707436210854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113699707436210854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113699707436210854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2006/01/nemenost.html' title='Nemenost'/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-113680672177216996</id><published>2006-01-09T12:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T12:38:41.970+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Duino</title><content type='html'>Tak, a jsem zpatky....skoro po mesici doma. zasu Duino, domov cislo dve. Nebo jedna? Protoze tady travim vic casu nez doma...kdo vi.&lt;br /&gt;Abych byla uprimna odjet se mi v jendu chvili ani moc nechtelo, ale, tuhle skolu jsem si sama vybrala a mela jsem takovy stesti ze me na ni prijali ze se nedalo neodjet a tak jsem si zabalila dobehla na autobus, v autobuse se koukala na film (jiz podruhe na Narnii) a samozrejme nedelala nic co jsem si rekla ze budu (jako treba cist A Doll's house -Ibsen pro World literature) jak jinak....&lt;br /&gt;a potom jak jsme jeli autem pocasi se menilo snih mizel a slunce se objevovalo...ted tady mame nadherne slunecne pocasi a more modre jak jen muze byt (zavidte :)....ale fouka bora, nsa nejmilejsi vitr...sobotu a nedeli jsem v podstate proflakala a dneska jsem mela tri rozjizdeci hodinz...italstinu, biologii a chemii a pak zase volno,..teda jen na chvili, protoze uz nam dali neco na zitra a pozitri... :) clovek se nesmi nudit a navic je tu spousta lidi ktere mesic nevidel. Jeste porad muzete slyset nadsene vykriky rooooooomaaaaaaaaa....aaaaa ona uz prijela, nebo jupiiiii a dovat se na skakajici lidi ktere vitaji nove prichozi a objimaji se s nimi...proste italie. Tak to tady chodi.&lt;br /&gt;No ja bezim na obed do nasi skvele menzy, casem se vam mozna dostanou dalsi informace, i kdyz o ne nebudete stat... : ))&lt;br /&gt;doufam ze si uzivate CR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-113680672177216996?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/113680672177216996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=113680672177216996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113680672177216996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113680672177216996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2006/01/back-in-duino.html' title='Back in Duino'/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-113597148194369285</id><published>2005-12-30T20:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T20:38:01.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Czech Mountains</title><content type='html'>Today I was with my mother in mountains....just for one day.....it was so wonderful....a lot of snow..long queues (irony)...an really cold weather....anyway...I really enjoy the beauty of czech mountains....they are different, not so high as Alps but still they are awesome....&lt;br /&gt;so again...few pictures : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/hory%20jachym%20046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/hory%20jachym%20042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/hory%20jachym%20032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/hory%20jachym%20030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/hory%20jachym%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/hory%20jachym%20026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-113597148194369285?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/113597148194369285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=113597148194369285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113597148194369285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113597148194369285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2005/12/czech-mountains.html' title='Czech Mountains'/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-113578914336960808</id><published>2005-12-28T17:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T18:00:56.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'>just Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/484094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/484094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/315762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/315762.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/638805.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Today I am just too lazy for words...and they can describe everything....so for today just pictures&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/Into_the_Distance_by_Const.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jediný způsob jak se dostat dál je vydat se na cestu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-113578914336960808?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/113578914336960808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=113578914336960808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113578914336960808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113578914336960808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-pictures.html' title='just Pictures'/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-113559240271014963</id><published>2005-12-26T11:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T11:35:58.886+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Few photos from Duino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/duino1%20017.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/duino1%20017.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plaz primo pod Foresterii kde bydlim : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/duino1%20010.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Vyhled ktery vidam kazde rano v rozlinych barevnych obmenach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/duino1%20008.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Fotanka ke ktere chodime jist vybornou italskou zmrzlinu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/duino1%20061.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Takze poporade (z leva) Matia (Croatia), Eduardo (Peru). Michael (Canada), Evita (Latvia), ja, Nidhi (India) a nakonec Irina z Ukrajiny...tot skoro cela nase skupinka na zacatku roku pri vyletu do Triestu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-113559240271014963?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/113559240271014963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=113559240271014963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113559240271014963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113559240271014963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2005/12/few-photos-from-duino.html' title='Few photos from Duino'/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-113555739916927765</id><published>2005-12-26T01:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T01:36:39.170+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The best christmas present</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/vanoce2005%20047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/vanoce2005%20047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The best christmas present isn't it? So cute, so lovely so loyal....better then boys....: ) he can be in your bed you can sleep with him and it doesn't hurt you....isn't it wonderful?He is nearly my prince from fairy tail....but I want the real one which do not exist...isn't stupid?So I will sleep with my little snowy teddy bear and I will be happy....because HE IS THE SWEATEEST MAN IN THE WHOLE WORLD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-113555739916927765?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/113555739916927765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=113555739916927765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113555739916927765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113555739916927765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2005/12/best-christmas-present.html' title='The best christmas present'/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-113553846212248630</id><published>2005-12-25T20:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T20:21:02.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'>takovej uvodni odstavec</title><content type='html'>No....tak par radku o tom proc jsem se rozhodla pro tenhle blog...asi je to docela jasny..abych porad nemusela psat maily domu, protoze vsichni vedi jak spatna v tomhle jsem...a tohle je nejlepsi cesta jak alespon obcas dat vedet co se tady (v Duinu ) deje....teda i kdyz bych asi nemela rikat tady v Duinu, protoze ted sedim doma...po trech a pul mesicich stravenych v Italii a uzivam si povanocni atmosfery....&lt;br /&gt;jelikoz jsem se jeste nerozhodla pro jazyk v jakym bude tenhle blog tak se mozna obcas stane ze narazite na neco anglicky...ted uz jsem se pjekne rozpovidala cesky, ale na zacatku prazdnin me to hodne udivovalo anektery slovicka se mi hledala docela tezko....rodina se mi smala a smala...proste si ze me prachsproste delali legraci...:) ale alespon jsme se vsichni na zacatek zasmali tak to byl dobrej zacatek....&lt;br /&gt;asi rodina nebude stastna kdyz tady napisu ze mi Duino chybi, ale je to tak....je neuveritelny jak tohle misto dokaze prirust k srdci...kazdy rano schazite po schodech a koukate se na krasny vyhled - utes a more....muzete pozorovat ruzny barvy more od ciste pruzracne modry az po kovove sedou...mezi nami, moje oblibena je modrozelena... :) ta je proste nejkrasnejsi a kdyz sviti slunce a zrovna nefouka nase mila bora, je to proste nadherne misto, a to obcas muzete zaslechnout krasnou hudbu z music centre a ted si to vsechno spojte, violoncelo a nadherny vyhled svitici slunce...no proste krasnej (idylickej) zacatek dne...&lt;br /&gt;ale budme realisti, ne kazdy den vypada takhle (docela logicky ne?)  :)&lt;br /&gt;no ale doma to ma taky  svoje vyhody, ceska kotlina sice nema more, ale zato Praha je prost nadherna, coz jsem si asi zas az tak dlouho neuvedomovala....&lt;br /&gt;no dobre pro dnesek koncim....casem sem hodim fotky z duina a taky z nasich vanoc...(jakoby to nekoho mimo me zajimalo...) kdyz si to nikdo nebude tady cist porad si to muzu cist ja.... :))) takovej verejnej denik....divny...:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-113553846212248630?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/113553846212248630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=113553846212248630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113553846212248630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113553846212248630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2005/12/takovej-uvodni-odstavec.html' title='takovej uvodni odstavec'/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20111348.post-113529208270576336</id><published>2005-12-22T23:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T16:14:26.420+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gues who it is?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/320/DSCF2034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who it can be? Who knows?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20111348-113529208270576336?l=faithyeight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/feeds/113529208270576336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20111348&amp;postID=113529208270576336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113529208270576336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20111348/posts/default/113529208270576336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithyeight.blogspot.com/2005/12/gues-who-it-is.html' title='Gues who it is?'/><author><name>Faithy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01152298802643619376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2356/2004/1600/DSCF2034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
