<?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-57855447947816755</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:49:27.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Svatia's gobbledegook</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Svatka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13167692436406727546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p145/peanutty_svat/DSC00003-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57855447947816755.post-536642587263072694</id><published>2008-08-06T20:24:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T20:34:29.932+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A song instead of regular words</title><content type='html'>I dont know if it ever happens to you, but it happens to me quite often. You download a new album or just turn "shuffle" on on your iTunes and a new song is playing. But it still feels familiar. Like you would write the lyrics. And then you get it...its because the author felt similar/the same as you in that time when he was writting it. These songs are changing depending on your mood, on your recent life. Sometimes there are bunch of them, sometimes its hard to find one. This is one of the songs which talk for me (at least partly/with the podtext) for the last two months. Its &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Aftertaste&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ben Lee&lt;/span&gt; and you can know it from the One Tree Hill sountrack. Ill add the song when I know how:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its none of my business,&lt;br /&gt;I got a weakness &lt;br /&gt;Can I beat this?&lt;br /&gt;The autumn leaves &lt;br /&gt;Are falling in the breeze &lt;br /&gt;It's not my fault&lt;br /&gt;There's a storm over yonder&lt;br /&gt;You gotta wonder&lt;br /&gt;What its all about &lt;br /&gt;Destiny was never up to me&lt;br /&gt;And its not my fault,&lt;br /&gt;Your loves like salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aftertaste is gonna break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Feels like its over before it starts&lt;br /&gt;The aftertaste is gonna break my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really didnt need this &lt;br /&gt;Dont wanna be this&lt;br /&gt;Dont wanna see this&lt;br /&gt;Im fallin in, &lt;br /&gt;Im going there again &lt;br /&gt;And its not my fault&lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of pretending?&lt;br /&gt;That all this trouble is really endin &lt;br /&gt;The way things break &lt;br /&gt;Every step you take &lt;br /&gt;Is not my fault&lt;br /&gt;Your loves like salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aftertaste is gonna break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Feels like its over before it starts&lt;br /&gt;The aftertaste is gonna break my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57855447947816755-536642587263072694?l=twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/feeds/536642587263072694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57855447947816755&amp;postID=536642587263072694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/536642587263072694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/536642587263072694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/2008/08/song-instead-of-regular-words.html' title='A song instead of regular words'/><author><name>Svatka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13167692436406727546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p145/peanutty_svat/DSC00003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57855447947816755.post-2387248110790360429</id><published>2008-08-01T23:12:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T23:44:44.854+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Character going along with christianity</title><content type='html'>For the last few days...or weeks Ive been little thinking of how some characteristics can go along with christianity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be honest with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beggining of this summer I had a little advanture traveling from Croatia to the Czech republic. I made it through some exciting places and the whole trip took me about three days. And you know what? Even though my parents were afraid of me and my friends call me crazy I felt so great during these days! Ok, not really while waiting for the train for 4 hours in the ugliest place ever or sleeping very "comfortably" in front of the trains station, but still. Every time I got on a bus/train/walk somewhere else I just couldnt avoid the big smile on my face. I was so happy being on the road. Getting to know new places, meeting new people. &lt;br /&gt;A little different story is about a guy Ive read a book about. But it fits to what I want to say. So, Roald Dahl in his book Swith Bitch (great book by the way) writes about a guy called "uncle Oswald". Oswald is this kind of a guy who is always on the road, every day with a different woman. He never was with a woman twice. Never. Saying he cant stay on one place for too long. His approach to life made me thinking about this whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I am that kind of a guy like Oswald? Even now, in my 19 ages (and experiencing this for already two three years) I feel the urge to get out of my town where I live for at least one month a year. I just need to. I wouldnt be happy there anymore until Id leave. This year I was gone only for 20 days or so and it wasnt enough. Now Im stuck here, working and meeting all the same people (even though i LOVE them truly) and I feel like in a cage. &lt;br /&gt;The other thing is about relationships. Ive never really had a boyfriend (I mean a real one, haha, these two can be barely marked as bfs) so I dont really know, but what if I wont be able to be faithful? Maybe once I truly love someone it will be way more easier than it seems now. But anyway, I think that in every relationship (including friendships) once you get to the point when you have nothing to say to each other and you need a little break, to get to know new people, to experience something new and then it works out again. (this is probably why I need my away-month). Maybe this makes no sence to you. It makes perfect sence to me. Its just the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how people with uncle Oswalds character can be christians? Can they? How? What to do if I feel like uncle Oswald? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just need a man who will understand all of this and then everything will be fine. And one who likes to travel. That would be amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas? If it really doesnt make sence to you Im sorry...But its not my fault;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/SJOCYP2vLyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/PhqWdC-BoaU/s1600-h/freedomSoars600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/SJOCYP2vLyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/PhqWdC-BoaU/s320/freedomSoars600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229666945391865634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57855447947816755-2387248110790360429?l=twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/feeds/2387248110790360429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57855447947816755&amp;postID=2387248110790360429' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/2387248110790360429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/2387248110790360429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/2008/08/character-going-along-with-christianity.html' title='Character going along with christianity'/><author><name>Svatka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13167692436406727546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p145/peanutty_svat/DSC00003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/SJOCYP2vLyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/PhqWdC-BoaU/s72-c/freedomSoars600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57855447947816755.post-6652714914498913032</id><published>2008-07-25T01:39:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T02:03:28.158+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again, baby!</title><content type='html'>Wow, its been a long time since the last post! I always had something to write about but didnt have time or was just lazy. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at first, let me tell you one story. Listen...or rather read carefuly, its like a movie story, haha. &lt;br /&gt;In July 2007 one girl was on the AIM as ussual. But something weird had happened! There was somebody new on her buddy list! She had only her wel known friends on that kind of a messanger, so her first thought was "Who the heck is this stranger?". To find it out, she decided to write a message to this random guy. After a few sentences she found out his name, Neil, where is he from, Minnesota and that none of them have an idea how he could appear on her list. But who cares, right? So they kept talking and what not! He knew some of her friends and even went to the Czech republic for doing English camps! How sweet that was?&lt;br /&gt;Another randomness wasnt waiting for too long. Next random step was when they wrote to each others wall at the same time. Absolutely randomly.&lt;br /&gt;The randomness was taken to another level.&lt;br /&gt;Neil was even like 6 miles from her house...but in that time, the girl was abroad. Such a bummer! So he did what? He burried a treasure for her. That was kind of sweet.&lt;br /&gt;And btw.she and her friend had SO much fun finding it.&lt;br /&gt;She was flying to Prague, when she was comming back to the Czech republic. And he was at the same time in Prague too...so she went to the hotel he was staying at. Unfortunatelly, he wasnt there...so she called there the next morning (such a sacrifice! She just hates calling to unknown places!) but didnt catch him again...So, it didnt work out in 2007. Even though they met at least through the telephone, when he called her.&lt;br /&gt;Now its 2008. And they finally met. How? Randomly. One night he was just "hey, Im in the Czech, come!" and after few minutes of finding other options she was like "Ok, see ya in 15, 20 minutes!"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...how cool this story is??...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I know it, youre just jealous and wish you could experience something like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57855447947816755-6652714914498913032?l=twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/feeds/6652714914498913032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57855447947816755&amp;postID=6652714914498913032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/6652714914498913032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/6652714914498913032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-again-baby.html' title='Back again, baby!'/><author><name>Svatka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13167692436406727546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p145/peanutty_svat/DSC00003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57855447947816755.post-4720502451532088400</id><published>2008-06-03T16:37:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T17:04:44.210+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It is done...</title><content type='html'>Oh my praying friends...that whole thing ended up...the best way it could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much for your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didnt have a lucky hand and my questions did really suck, it was ridiculous that I almost started crying in english, because it was a question called "history of great britain" and i seen it once in my life-that day. the only question i was happy for was in biology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, the teachers probably really love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is my final resault: (1 means A)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;czech - 1&lt;br /&gt;english - 1&lt;br /&gt;geography - 1&lt;br /&gt;biology - 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you again!! God is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes...I got accepted for the college I wanted to go to!! So Im moving to Brno at the end of summer...coolness...and weirdness...and fear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, it feels really weird ending up one period with the feeling that life will never be the same...and you feel old after graduation. Blah. But its kinda fun now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I did what I shouldnt have done...lifes surprising...I am surprising to myself. Im a bad girl, thats just true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, Im leaving for the whole summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57855447947816755-4720502451532088400?l=twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/feeds/4720502451532088400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57855447947816755&amp;postID=4720502451532088400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/4720502451532088400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/4720502451532088400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-is-done.html' title='It is done...'/><author><name>Svatka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13167692436406727546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p145/peanutty_svat/DSC00003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57855447947816755.post-601744410621772648</id><published>2008-05-03T22:55:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T23:10:31.987+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The place of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/SBzSOR_sfnI/AAAAAAAAAEg/TpLoRGQnHuo/s1600-h/peru_machu-picchu-llama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/SBzSOR_sfnI/AAAAAAAAAEg/TpLoRGQnHuo/s320/peru_machu-picchu-llama.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196259212869271154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A M A Z I N G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57855447947816755-601744410621772648?l=twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/feeds/601744410621772648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57855447947816755&amp;postID=601744410621772648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/601744410621772648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/601744410621772648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-heart-thing.html' title='The place of my life'/><author><name>Svatka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13167692436406727546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p145/peanutty_svat/DSC00003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/SBzSOR_sfnI/AAAAAAAAAEg/TpLoRGQnHuo/s72-c/peru_machu-picchu-llama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57855447947816755.post-52213050764654430</id><published>2008-04-22T17:42:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T00:17:06.314+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick song</title><content type='html'>And as I said in the post below I've been little active in cultural life...active means I wasn't only listening, but also creating:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rise your hands to the sky so you can feel the Gods presence, feel the Gods presence&lt;br /&gt;Lift your voice, sing and cry so you can feel the Gods presence, feel the Gods presence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, your love has captured me&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, its tough (to) live without Thee&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, you gave me all I need&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, please take over lead&lt;br /&gt;of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow your heart for Lord of mine so you can praise our God and our King, praise our God and our King&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes, its worship time so you can praise our God and our King, praise our God and our King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;re.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57855447947816755-52213050764654430?l=twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/feeds/52213050764654430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57855447947816755&amp;postID=52213050764654430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/52213050764654430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/52213050764654430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/2008/04/quick-song.html' title='A quick song'/><author><name>Svatka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13167692436406727546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p145/peanutty_svat/DSC00003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57855447947816755.post-1184580544232077786</id><published>2008-04-22T17:13:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T00:18:30.469+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tia's recommendations</title><content type='html'>If your question is 'who the heck is Tia?' the answer is me. The Stuttgart americans couldnt pronounce my name, so they strated to call me Tia. Sounds good, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been little active in the cultural life recently (well, as ussual, but who cares), so I decided to give you some recommendations so you can feel the same joy as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Colbie Caillat&lt;/span&gt; (I'm sure you know the song Bubbly, but there are some other beautiful ones on the cd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eddie Vedder&lt;/span&gt; (Into the Wild OST to be exact)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Erin McKeown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Everclear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Under The Influence Of Giants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Grant Lee Phillips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ryan Adams&lt;/span&gt; (His stzle is ussualy country, but check out the song 'New York, New York', it's amazing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;James Morrison&lt;/span&gt; (yes, Jim is also good, but not as new:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when you're bored while looking at the screen, check out these &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; wonders:&lt;br /&gt;Brendan James&lt;br /&gt;Tyrone Wells&lt;br /&gt;Jason Reeves&lt;br /&gt;Jackson Waters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;books:&lt;br /&gt;The Last Convertible/Anton Mayrer &lt;br /&gt;Into The Wild/Jon Krakauer&lt;br /&gt;On The Road/Jack Kerouac&lt;br /&gt;Any poems/Laurence Ferlinghetti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movies:&lt;br /&gt;Into The Wild&lt;br /&gt;Becoming Jane&lt;br /&gt;21 Grams&lt;br /&gt;Babel&lt;br /&gt;The Motorcycle Diaries&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57855447947816755-1184580544232077786?l=twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/feeds/1184580544232077786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57855447947816755&amp;postID=1184580544232077786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/1184580544232077786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/1184580544232077786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/2008/04/tias-recommendations.html' title='Tia&apos;s recommendations'/><author><name>Svatka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13167692436406727546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p145/peanutty_svat/DSC00003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57855447947816755.post-3039529898029292719</id><published>2008-04-20T19:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T20:10:40.691+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian x Believer</title><content type='html'>As you might know I was in the city of Opava last week. Me and 20 more czechs were the middlemen between czechs and americans there. But I dont want to talk about this (at least not now). Some of these americans opened my eyes to something I knew that exists, but not so radical.&lt;br /&gt;I always knew that there are people who are christians-people who try to live their lives for God. They all sure are sinners, no doubt with that. But they are at least trying. &lt;br /&gt;Then, there are people who I call "belivers". People who belive in God, but live their lives the same as they used to live it before they knew God. Passive christians in other words.&lt;br /&gt;All this is ok, cause all these people are not trying to look different that they are.&lt;br /&gt;But then there is this group of people who call themselves christians, but their lives are not lived by the Word at all. I might call it a little pharisaic. As I know they were as well trying to look so religious but they lives sucked. So these people are sinners as any others, but the difference is that these people dont really regret any of what theyve done. And there are some things that Im able to forget (Im not the one to judge) but some things I cant go over. &lt;br /&gt;There is one guy who does bad things, but I like him, cause hes not self-proclaimed christian. And then there is this guy, who seemed pretty cool to me, he was talking about God really nicely and so on and then I found out that his life is full of unregretted sin like one night stand (one of the things I cant go over).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats just my thought of this week. You might not agree with me...I kinda dont care:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57855447947816755-3039529898029292719?l=twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/feeds/3039529898029292719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57855447947816755&amp;postID=3039529898029292719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/3039529898029292719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/3039529898029292719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/2008/04/christian-x-believer.html' title='Christian x Believer'/><author><name>Svatka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13167692436406727546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p145/peanutty_svat/DSC00003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57855447947816755.post-6103279063670179094</id><published>2008-03-23T15:54:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T21:50:27.851+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Not everything is like it seems</title><content type='html'>Ive been thinking recently about how easy is to judge without knowing the details. Im sure we all do it even though we dont want to. Let me show you what I mean on an example. Its little shallow, but good for  the explanation.&lt;br /&gt;With the beginning of the school year all school towels had disappeared and the automatic blowers were installed instead of them. The fact is that the blowers work really bad. Everyone, including me, were like 'the guiding is so stupid, dont they know its not working? We want our towels back!' &lt;br /&gt;I had a little talk with the vice-principal last week and he told me, that theres this new bill by the ministry of health saying that towels are not hygienic. And the great gadget with the paper towels would be too expensive, cause younger students would waste them for sure. So there was only one option left-blowers.&lt;br /&gt;Its so easy to complain when we dont know.&lt;br /&gt;Theres another example with relationships, but its too personal:) But the main thing was that even though one person is going to do something what hurts me for the whole summer, its not her fault and the first thing when they told her about it was carrying about my feelings. Thats very nice. It still hurts, but it so great to know that people care about you and what you feel even if you have no idea that they do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Im writing this on MacBook and Im really enjoying it, haha:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57855447947816755-6103279063670179094?l=twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/feeds/6103279063670179094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57855447947816755&amp;postID=6103279063670179094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/6103279063670179094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/6103279063670179094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/2008/03/not-everything-is-like-it-seems.html' title='Not everything is like it seems'/><author><name>Svatka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13167692436406727546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p145/peanutty_svat/DSC00003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57855447947816755.post-1929452830166614107</id><published>2008-03-02T20:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T20:18:35.900+01:00</updated><title type='text'>College decisions</title><content type='html'>All applications to czech bachelors programs had to be given by February 29th. At the end I decided for four directions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Political and culture geography in Ostrava city&lt;br /&gt;2. Geography and biology with the focus on tutoring in Brno city&lt;br /&gt;3. Law in Brno city&lt;br /&gt;4. Physical training and sport - management of tourist trade (combinated studying)in Brno city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im still thinking of if I should have applicated to something different, but its pointless. So Im telling myself, that I can try something else someday in future (I want to definitely study spanish and maybe english would be fine). Now, you can pray for the acceptations if you want to. Ill do practical exam by P.E. one day on April 22th-24th, then Ill do some tests on May 11th and scholarly tests of geography and biology on May 17th. So keep youre fingers crossed! My priority is the second thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Id be glad if you shared your opinions on what kind of a teacher I would be:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57855447947816755-1929452830166614107?l=twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/feeds/1929452830166614107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57855447947816755&amp;postID=1929452830166614107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/1929452830166614107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/1929452830166614107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/2008/03/college-decisions.html' title='College decisions'/><author><name>Svatka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13167692436406727546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p145/peanutty_svat/DSC00003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57855447947816755.post-7822448982610239739</id><published>2008-03-02T19:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T20:05:34.400+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The secret of the handbag</title><content type='html'>Today I decided to make tidiness in all of my handbags. I have quite a lot of them, cause, as my mom said, Im a little handbag freak. So I got all stuff out of all handbags and I want to share what I found. Im not a very tidy person if its not about kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres what I found:&lt;br /&gt;13 pens and 1 pencil&lt;br /&gt;481 crowns&lt;br /&gt;2 calculators&lt;br /&gt;3 buttons&lt;br /&gt;2 pills&lt;br /&gt;4 packs of paper tisues&lt;br /&gt;9 pieces of what Im ashamed to say out loud:P&lt;br /&gt;3 books&lt;br /&gt;24 AA batteries&lt;br /&gt;6 euros and 50 cents and 50 slovak halir&lt;br /&gt;3 gloves (Im not a freak, there was one pair and one)&lt;br /&gt;1 candle&lt;br /&gt;1 pocket mirror&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon&lt;br /&gt;1 toothpaste shut-off (and usually one toothpaste)&lt;br /&gt;a pack of band-aid&lt;br /&gt;a pair of scissors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...well, at least I wouldnt bleed to death if I cut myself, Ill be ok if I had a headache, Id have what to read (and could even choose) if I was waiting in a long line, wouldnt die of starving in Slovakia or every EU country (Except GB and Sweden I think), simply I would face bunch of absurd situations and survive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57855447947816755-7822448982610239739?l=twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/feeds/7822448982610239739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57855447947816755&amp;postID=7822448982610239739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/7822448982610239739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/7822448982610239739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/2008/03/secret-of-handbag.html' title='The secret of the handbag'/><author><name>Svatka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13167692436406727546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p145/peanutty_svat/DSC00003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57855447947816755.post-8637455324205504835</id><published>2008-01-27T19:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T20:15:59.268+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The notification</title><content type='html'>Ive been really busy with school recently. The last year at czech high school is really hard. Because of this I unfortunatelly dont have much time for church and youth group activities. Today, I decided to procrastinate studying and go to church after a few weeks. And once I got there, I felt like I was so much missing! I noticed how important church is. Being with other christians is a great way how to be also with God. &lt;br /&gt;Me and Marketa are also planning to start our small group, what would be awesome, because Im missing something like this.&lt;br /&gt;Thats the thought of today, christian community is very important and encouriging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw. our grades for first semeter are closed and it seems like I will have the best "vysvedceni" in last seven years. Sweet, Im little proud of myself, cause I pushed up my average from math from 4,1 to 2,5 in a week, so I wont get D but B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats me being cute and innocent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/R5zYNtdajmI/AAAAAAAAAD8/MVEjirrLH1g/s1600-h/skenovat0001-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/R5zYNtdajmI/AAAAAAAAAD8/MVEjirrLH1g/s320/skenovat0001-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160237003112615522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57855447947816755-8637455324205504835?l=twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/feeds/8637455324205504835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57855447947816755&amp;postID=8637455324205504835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/8637455324205504835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/8637455324205504835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/2008/01/notification.html' title='The notification'/><author><name>Svatka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13167692436406727546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p145/peanutty_svat/DSC00003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/R5zYNtdajmI/AAAAAAAAAD8/MVEjirrLH1g/s72-c/skenovat0001-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57855447947816755.post-1700378255355872532</id><published>2007-12-23T23:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T00:35:41.074+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is knocking on the door</title><content type='html'>isnt it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long time after the last post. My computer was broken again and I was happy that I could check my email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Cristmas tomorrow! Wow...people ask me recently if Im excited. I dont know, because I just know that it will be the same as last year and the year before and before...I decided, that once Im married and having children, I will make Christmas different, more...holiday. Gosh, its the day when Jesus was born! Quite important, isnt it...Its not just about getting presents. (even tho its not a bad part of it:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Im very excited about the New Years Eve. Im probably gonna be at my friends house and having fun...hopefully Ill have a good "silvestr" (thats how we call it) after a few years. Ill be with my very good friends, so it should work:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made an important decision last week! We were supposed to give our maturita application (maturita is czech graduation-you must learn 25-30 questions of four subjects, so you have to know all about it). And I had a difficult deciding between Russian and Biology. Now I say, that my brain was saying Russian, but heart was saying Biology. So I chose Biology. &lt;br /&gt;Russian would be easier I guess, cause we did a lot with our old teacher, so Id have to make only about last 10 questions. Knowing another language is always good. Its an easy one...Biology is the deepest subject. Very hard. The only good year in biology was the last one...but I chose it. &lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy? Maybe. But Im going to the biology lessons, where we write tests on each question. Its hard, but oh well. So Id learn it anyway...and Im gonna probably give an application for some biology major on a college. &lt;br /&gt;Biology is the winner. Dot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57855447947816755-1700378255355872532?l=twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/feeds/1700378255355872532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57855447947816755&amp;postID=1700378255355872532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/1700378255355872532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/1700378255355872532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-are-knocking-on-door.html' title='Christmas is knocking on the door'/><author><name>Svatka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13167692436406727546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p145/peanutty_svat/DSC00003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57855447947816755.post-3818027521598241516</id><published>2007-11-06T21:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T22:17:26.161+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The little poetry corner</title><content type='html'>I decided to share with you few random verses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;close your eyes and see&lt;br /&gt;shut your mouth and speak&lt;br /&gt;I am you, you're me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiss me on my nose&lt;br /&gt;hold my hand in yours&lt;br /&gt;cook me potatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me in the night&lt;br /&gt;just to say 'sweet dreams'&lt;br /&gt;be my private knight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;write me random note&lt;br /&gt;and when I am cold&lt;br /&gt;lend me your big cout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll dance in the rain&lt;br /&gt;I will think you're sweet&lt;br /&gt;you'll think I'm insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's all okey&lt;br /&gt;cause we found ourselfs&lt;br /&gt;walking the same way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;I miss your smile, I miss your touch&lt;br /&gt;I miss you lots, I miss you much&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you talk&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you walk&lt;br /&gt;I miss your mouth, I miss your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I miss the time, when you act nice&lt;br /&gt;When youre smilling, eyes roll up&lt;br /&gt;miss it too, well, life is tough&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait till you come again&lt;br /&gt;Sooner than my endll began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The window to my soul...almost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/RzDY_DvWHcI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2pJwHe3VAkM/s1600-h/1433918329_a9ae2de3f2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/RzDY_DvWHcI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2pJwHe3VAkM/s320/1433918329_a9ae2de3f2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129838553422241218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57855447947816755-3818027521598241516?l=twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/feeds/3818027521598241516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57855447947816755&amp;postID=3818027521598241516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/3818027521598241516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/3818027521598241516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/2007/11/little-poetry-corner_06.html' title='The little poetry corner'/><author><name>Svatka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13167692436406727546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p145/peanutty_svat/DSC00003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/RzDY_DvWHcI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2pJwHe3VAkM/s72-c/1433918329_a9ae2de3f2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57855447947816755.post-6081738006355765166</id><published>2007-10-22T21:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T22:53:11.823+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Still alive!</title><content type='html'>Even though it doesnt really look like I am alive, I really am. Im sorry that I havent written here for so long! The theory is, that once you stop, its so hard to start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, life has quite changed in the past two months. I mean...as I said in the last post, I was on some kinf of a bottom (not really, but I didnt feel really well. Didnt hang out at all, being at home lots of my time and feeling kinda alone or something) and then, after like one weekend it had turned all ok again! Lifes pretty crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our youth group had our first official weekend "reatreat" on September 27th-29th! It was quite confusing from the beginning and the organization wasnt that well, but all worked out and I came on friday morning and I was supposed to leave in the evening the same day. But it was such a blessed time! So I stayed for night and left at !4:30am! to Malenovice. (the cottage where we were staying at was about and hour and half far from Frydlant) I had a casting for the new Exit 316 moderator in Malenovice at 9am, thats why so early. But Honza, a guy from our youth group was so gemntleman, that he walked with me those three kilometers to the bus stop. That was very nice from him, wasnt it. &lt;br /&gt;So then I had the casting, which I didnt win, but well...I won. I met few wonderful people who I had so much fun with and we got so close in these two days we spent together!&lt;br /&gt;The two following weeks were full of Frydlant tearoom with Honza, haha. And me, Honza, Marketa from camp, Robert from our youth group and two other people (Robin and Monca) went to the dance half-convoy (or this is how its called in czech), so we had a night full of fun and dancing and it was just awesome. &lt;br /&gt;On saturday our youth group had a big thing in Frydlant, so we spent the whole day there (with Monca, shes so sweet!). Last tuesday I went to play softball with the BMA student and it was fun...except Monika hurt my pinke. But we got even closer, that she told me, that she feels like my sister, cause we had known each other for five days but it felt like forever.&lt;br /&gt;On thursday I got my two fingers in the gypsum.&lt;br /&gt;These days are just cool, even though school makes me really stressful. We have our fall break on thursday and friday and were planning to make a movie night...Im so looking forward!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this was quite informational...its always like this after not writing for a while. If Ill have time in like two days to write something, Im sure it will be something more phylosofic;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im adding a picture of a mural painting I did today...Its nothing special, but I enjoyed doing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/Rx0Eb6wmGsI/AAAAAAAAADs/0y4EwX6-oBY/s1600-h/IMG_6303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/Rx0Eb6wmGsI/AAAAAAAAADs/0y4EwX6-oBY/s320/IMG_6303.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124256828693551810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57855447947816755-6081738006355765166?l=twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/feeds/6081738006355765166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57855447947816755&amp;postID=6081738006355765166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/6081738006355765166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/6081738006355765166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/2007/10/still-alive.html' title='Still alive!'/><author><name>Svatka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13167692436406727546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p145/peanutty_svat/DSC00003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/Rx0Eb6wmGsI/AAAAAAAAADs/0y4EwX6-oBY/s72-c/IMG_6303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57855447947816755.post-1948035290001728144</id><published>2007-08-26T01:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T01:40:26.554+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The swing of life</title><content type='html'>Hey there! Its been a loong time since my last post and Im sorry for that. My computer was meesed up for a long time and I didnt really feel like writing blog posts in the internet coffee. &lt;br /&gt;Since the last post a lot has happened...good and even bad. In my opinion life is like a childs swing, once youre on the very top and youre on the very bottom in the next moment. And between these two moments can be just one silly second.&lt;br /&gt;After I came back from Ireland I went to this christian music festival in Slovakia and it was awesome. I really enjoyed it and I cleaned up the rest of my mind what I didnt make in Ireland. Its was very refreshing, but powerful time.&lt;br /&gt;In the last week the computer messed up so we had to re-install the operation system....so it deleted my stuff since february. Pretty bad, huh? But I kinda faced it.&lt;br /&gt;And since then Im going from the very top to the very bottom. &lt;br /&gt;Me and Klara were supposed to go to Vienna on Wednesday and I wanted to go to Slovakia to visit my old friends for thuersday and friday. But Klara couldnt go so nothing of this had happened. But well, I found some another things to do, I met Aneta, my friend who I invited for English camp and we talked also about God, it was great.&lt;br /&gt;On friday I had my drivind lesson as any other day recently and when I was at the end of it I got a text message. I had a meeting after the lesson so I though the person just wrote shes gonna be little late or something. But when I read the message everything just seemed so small and black. My old friend from Ukraine, who used to live in the Czech rep for bunch of years and moved to Slovakia two years ago died. She had a breast cancer and already lived much longer than any doctors were expected, but the death is something you cannot be prepared for. And the hardest thing for me is that I could be there when she died and be with her 19 year old son, who is my close friend as well. Oxana was a wonderful person, who loved God with all her heart and lived her life for Him and her son. I will miss her a lot even tho I didnt get to see her as often as Id wanted to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, after two days of re-messing up, my dad Lfixed" the computer again...and I lost EVERYTHING since 2000. All my school stuff (Im graduating this year), all my mucis (2000songs), all my pictures which probably hurts the most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even psychically I dont feel really good, cause even tho I love my czech friends out here...I dont really feel like I belong here. I know it sounds so weird, but thats just how it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in addition it like a murphys law, that I can never get into touch with a person I would love to the most.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what Im trying to tell myself is, that life is like a swing, so the time when Im gonna be on the top again must come someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/RtC9K9h1ghI/AAAAAAAAADc/9DTYHSKnKjk/s1600-h/SurgeSwing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/RtC9K9h1ghI/AAAAAAAAADc/9DTYHSKnKjk/s320/SurgeSwing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102786373823595026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.:sorry that this post might be a lottle confusing, but I dont really feel like writing a bestseller now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57855447947816755-1948035290001728144?l=twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/feeds/1948035290001728144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57855447947816755&amp;postID=1948035290001728144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/1948035290001728144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/1948035290001728144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/2007/08/swing-of-life.html' title='The swing of life'/><author><name>Svatka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13167692436406727546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p145/peanutty_svat/DSC00003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/RtC9K9h1ghI/AAAAAAAAADc/9DTYHSKnKjk/s72-c/SurgeSwing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57855447947816755.post-2314958666415803582</id><published>2007-07-19T14:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T15:14:43.922+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it all about?</title><content type='html'>I was thinking of one thing the other night, when I couldnt fall asleep. After camp we were sharing who would we date the most from camp if we could. And the answers were like I thought they will be, but when I was thinking about it later, I found out some facts..&lt;br /&gt;If the question was "Who would you date the most from camp?" then I would think about the answer quite a bit, cause I wouldnt date a person just because hes hot! Thats why I chose the one I chose. Cause if Id be thinking of the hottest person as about the answer I would probably choose someone else. Well, not probably, but definitely. For example Jacob, especially with straight hair is one of the most sexy "things" Ive ever seen. But I didnt choose him.&lt;br /&gt;And tell the truth, I was probably the only one who was thinking of it like this. Cause I understand the answer of the most of guys, cause the girl they chose is pretty sweet and beautiful, but she cant say a word in english...so would I date a boy who I cannot talk to? Definitely no! &lt;br /&gt;Thats probably the difference between 18-year-old girl and 15-17-year-old boys. Haha, Im probably getting old:) &lt;br /&gt;Share your thoughts in comments! Im excited what you think bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im adding one or a few pics from a trip we went on yesterday, its called Kells, ruins:) But pretty cool ones!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/Rp9h9Hm3i9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/q-yDqup-2zc/s1600-h/IMG_1867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/Rp9h9Hm3i9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/q-yDqup-2zc/s320/IMG_1867.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088893806593936338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/Rp9iN3m3i-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/WW3oguiemls/s1600-h/IMG_1894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/Rp9iN3m3i-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/WW3oguiemls/s320/IMG_1894.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088894094356745186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/Rp9ik3m3i_I/AAAAAAAAADE/XBJbq-Ie1hw/s1600-h/IMG_2019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/Rp9ik3m3i_I/AAAAAAAAADE/XBJbq-Ie1hw/s320/IMG_2019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088894489493736434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/Rp9ixXm3jAI/AAAAAAAAADM/A2kpecI9r-M/s1600-h/IMG_2027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/Rp9ixXm3jAI/AAAAAAAAADM/A2kpecI9r-M/s320/IMG_2027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088894704242101250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/Rp9jsnm3jBI/AAAAAAAAADU/jP-oLQb4iaQ/s1600-h/IMG_2073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/Rp9jsnm3jBI/AAAAAAAAADU/jP-oLQb4iaQ/s320/IMG_2073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088895722149350418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57855447947816755-2314958666415803582?l=twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/feeds/2314958666415803582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57855447947816755&amp;postID=2314958666415803582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/2314958666415803582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/2314958666415803582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-is-it-all-about.html' title='What is it all about?'/><author><name>Svatka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13167692436406727546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p145/peanutty_svat/DSC00003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/Rp9h9Hm3i9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/q-yDqup-2zc/s72-c/IMG_1867.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57855447947816755.post-9039193595062541915</id><published>2007-07-17T15:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T17:00:40.438+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging high five!!</title><content type='html'>Wow....its been a long time again. Life is still so busy. We did our english camp from July 4th till July 11th, then two days of follow up and on July 13th I left for Prague and one day later for Ireland. Where Im now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, something little about camp...it was...different. Definitely. I dont really want to go into details (Im lazy to write), but it was different and it was good. Funny. Hihi and I took a lot of photos....I mean, during camp about 300 and in one day of follow up 430...scary, isnt it. Haha, but it was so much fun!! I really enjoyed it and Jillian did a VERY good job! Thanks Jill, you will always be my sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might will write here about camp more later...So, on saturday night I left the Czech republic and flew to Ireland. I flew for the first time...so scared! But I met a girl at the airport...slovak girl, who was leaving for Ireland and flying for the first time, haha. So we were scared together. The planehad an hour delay, but whatever, flying in the middle of the night was awesomly beautiful. And fortunately curiosity won over fear, so I really enjoyed it. Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its beautiful out here...the grass is really greener, haha, I swear its true. What I love about this town (its called Kilkenny) is that its old small town and there is a huge cathedral in the middle of the town. Its awesome...recpectful. Id try to add some pictures later, but I need to make them smaller before, cause this laptop is a piece of crap and works very slow, haha. But at least something:) Im glad even for this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be reached on ICQ right now, so if you want to, write me on AIM - ainemear or on skype - vinvan04. Or mail, facebook, myspace....a lot of options for you, guys:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....here are just a few things I already realized about Ireland:&lt;br /&gt;- I will probably loose all of my complexes, cause irish women are fat and obviously dont care. They wear short t-shirts, low belt jeans, home pants and so on&lt;br /&gt;- they dont know about a gadget called braces. I met ONE girl with straight teeth.&lt;br /&gt;- I met a bantam on the first day already.&lt;br /&gt;- you can find shopping cart all over the place...favorite places are grass in front of the house of just in the middle of the path&lt;br /&gt;......here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/RpzVQXm3i7I/AAAAAAAAACk/l_rdR5gzPFY/s1600-h/IMG_1784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/RpzVQXm3i7I/AAAAAAAAACk/l_rdR5gzPFY/s320/IMG_1784.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088176156213480370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/RpzWYXm3i8I/AAAAAAAAACs/TECdGmrT0_Q/s1600-h/IMG_1786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/RpzWYXm3i8I/AAAAAAAAACs/TECdGmrT0_Q/s320/IMG_1786.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088177393164061634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57855447947816755-9039193595062541915?l=twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/feeds/9039193595062541915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57855447947816755&amp;postID=9039193595062541915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/9039193595062541915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/9039193595062541915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/2007/07/blogging-high-five.html' title='Blogging high five!!'/><author><name>Svatka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13167692436406727546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p145/peanutty_svat/DSC00003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/RpzVQXm3i7I/AAAAAAAAACk/l_rdR5gzPFY/s72-c/IMG_1784.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57855447947816755.post-3525176806404313480</id><published>2007-06-25T13:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T14:31:26.721+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is busy...and awesome</title><content type='html'>Its a long time after my last blog, sorry. There are some important things for me that had happened in the past weeks.&lt;br /&gt;The first and probably the most important thing is that I got baptized on Sunday!! It was awesome, I was nervous, but then so happy! I wanted to add a video here, but it was too big:( But Ill post some photos, when I have them! Water was cool and some people told me, that they were jealous I could dip when its so hot outside, hihi. After the baptism (also Caleb Patty got baptized) Tyler and his mom Connie were playing a song for us, it was You Alone and it was awesome. I was trying to keep the tears but by the first acords I couldnt help myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before, on Saturday, our church made a surprise party for Ken, who was officially ordinered as our pastor a week ago. (We are also an official church now! CB Frydlant). It was very good hanging out together as a church. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another big new is that I bought a camera!!! Her name is Jillian (I kinda tend to name my things, hihi) and I love her, she is just so cute! Judge by yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/Rn-wjr1s43I/AAAAAAAAAB8/guakWJqjyu0/s1600-h/jill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/Rn-wjr1s43I/AAAAAAAAAB8/guakWJqjyu0/s320/jill.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079973031807083378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I dont have photos from my baptism and the party yet and I should post some photos, here are some of the first pics took by me and Jill:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;me and some girls went for bowling on Thursday, what was cool and these are shoes we had to wear...theyre punky, and they match to my eyes;)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/Rn-xPL1s44I/AAAAAAAAACE/L9nRkx9C8A8/s1600-h/IMG_0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/Rn-xPL1s44I/AAAAAAAAACE/L9nRkx9C8A8/s320/IMG_0160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079973779131392898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I love taking photos of flowers!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/Rn-x-L1s45I/AAAAAAAAACM/4XAD29s0Ubc/s1600-h/IMG_0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/Rn-x-L1s45I/AAAAAAAAACM/4XAD29s0Ubc/s320/IMG_0191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079974586585244562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/Rn-y5r1s46I/AAAAAAAAACU/CZbR2LTUtSQ/s1600-h/IMG_0129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/Rn-y5r1s46I/AAAAAAAAACU/CZbR2LTUtSQ/s320/IMG_0129.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079975608787461026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And everything with the makro thing:)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/Rn-1fb1s47I/AAAAAAAAACc/TOm9SEHbY70/s1600-h/IMG_02301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/Rn-1fb1s47I/AAAAAAAAACc/TOm9SEHbY70/s320/IMG_02301.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079978456350778290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57855447947816755-3525176806404313480?l=twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/feeds/3525176806404313480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57855447947816755&amp;postID=3525176806404313480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/3525176806404313480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/3525176806404313480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-is-busyand-awesome.html' title='Life is busy...and awesome'/><author><name>Svatka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13167692436406727546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p145/peanutty_svat/DSC00003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/Rn-wjr1s43I/AAAAAAAAAB8/guakWJqjyu0/s72-c/jill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57855447947816755.post-300933259504777022</id><published>2007-06-14T18:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T20:03:06.741+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Small "spot" information</title><content type='html'>• according to my classmate an oak tree is the opposite of a beech tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• in czech there is same word for english words price and award…so in Cesky    Krumlov, there werent good prices, but good awards in one store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• it seems like I am worthless of apologizes or even of replies…pretty bad, uh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I started my driving school exactly 9 years to the day after my worst accident (a tram crashed me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Im officialy going to Ireland in summer, I finally bought a ticket! And for a good award…I mean price&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I have no idea how you can listen to me, I just heard my voice on a video    and its so disgusting, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Im going to be babtized on this Sunday!!!!!!!!! Come if you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Im decided to buy a camera before summer starts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Today I got photos from last summer, haha. Some pics from Serbia, some from Slovakia and then some from the water course…I love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• I will brush my childerns teeth really properly, cause when I was at the dentinsts on Wed, there was a sweet little boy (I guess 3 ro 4 year old) and he was crying so bad!! I hate when kids are crying, making me sad:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Those following photos are of me and Maci pretending we were on a vacation in Italy:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first day was pretty foggy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/RnF3kL1s4zI/AAAAAAAAABc/X_TGOEM0HYg/s1600-h/CIMG0528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/RnF3kL1s4zI/AAAAAAAAABc/X_TGOEM0HYg/s320/CIMG0528.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075969718560285490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then...hurray down to the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/RnF4Nr1s40I/AAAAAAAAABk/dy3JdQmKqbk/s1600-h/CIMG0642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/RnF4Nr1s40I/AAAAAAAAABk/dy3JdQmKqbk/s320/CIMG0642.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075970431524856642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/RnF6or1s41I/AAAAAAAAABs/BZo0FKSPJfs/s1600-h/CIMG0646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/RnF6or1s41I/AAAAAAAAABs/BZo0FKSPJfs/s320/CIMG0646.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075973094404580178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is what I call freedom&amp;wild (in love with kayaks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/RnF7kb1s42I/AAAAAAAAAB0/XycGeJsr6vQ/s1600-h/P6040111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/RnF7kb1s42I/AAAAAAAAAB0/XycGeJsr6vQ/s320/P6040111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075974120901763938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57855447947816755-300933259504777022?l=twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/feeds/300933259504777022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57855447947816755&amp;postID=300933259504777022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/300933259504777022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/300933259504777022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/2007/06/small-spot-information.html' title='Small &quot;spot&quot; information'/><author><name>Svatka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13167692436406727546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p145/peanutty_svat/DSC00003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/RnF3kL1s4zI/AAAAAAAAABc/X_TGOEM0HYg/s72-c/CIMG0528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57855447947816755.post-6817462467834403317</id><published>2007-06-10T00:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T01:13:32.781+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Home, sweet home</title><content type='html'>Its good being home again...I guess. Yesterday, around 11pm, I came back from the water course I was attending the past week. It was awesome, at least most of the time. The worse minutes at all I experienced was during riding a raft. I realized, that the less of you are on a boat the better it is. Its pretty hard to find six people who will not argue. And its even harder to be on a boat with people who think they know how to steer a boat while they actually dont. Thats why I liked double canoes more. Its was awesome, just you and one another person, you are steering, she is paddling and everyone is satisfied, cause you both are allowed to do what you can do well. But! What was even better than double canoe? Kayak. Oh yeah, I tried to ride a kayak and it was freaking awesome. You and water, water and you, and no-one else. You dont have to speak, just float down the river, listening the nature. My arms and belly hurts till today, but it was worthwhile. &lt;br /&gt;Spending a week with my class was sweet. You can see all of those relationships desplaying there. As my classmate said, stay together two more weeks and were dead. But it was a cool week. While not being in the water, we were playing the guitar, singing by a fireplace, walking down the towns or just talking. &lt;br /&gt;Im very glad I could be a part of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/RmswtL1s4sI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fZoibm1dWrE/s1600-h/4914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/RmswtL1s4sI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fZoibm1dWrE/s320/4914.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074202957993272002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;meet him, my new boyfriend...never argues&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/RmsxJL1s4tI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5omBX2fMFh4/s1600-h/4924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/RmsxJL1s4tI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5omBX2fMFh4/s320/4924.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074203439029609170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;me, pointing at the 15th meredian&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/Rmsxdb1s4uI/AAAAAAAAAA0/dulIszU8yC8/s1600-h/49231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/Rmsxdb1s4uI/AAAAAAAAAA0/dulIszU8yC8/s320/49231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074203786921960162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;romance in Cesky Krumlov, truly beautiful town&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/Rmsxxb1s4vI/AAAAAAAAAA8/o2CXPdxc3pc/s1600-h/CIMG0502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/Rmsxxb1s4vI/AAAAAAAAAA8/o2CXPdxc3pc/s320/CIMG0502.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074204130519343858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Maci and I in Temelin, czech atom power station (look at the match of shoes and helmets:))&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/RmsyFr1s4wI/AAAAAAAAABE/gjFoBsIdX84/s1600-h/CIMG0595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/RmsyFr1s4wI/AAAAAAAAABE/gjFoBsIdX84/s320/CIMG0595.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074204478411694850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;on a raft&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/RmsySL1s4xI/AAAAAAAAABM/rTUtPzSIZf0/s1600-h/P60400771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/RmsySL1s4xI/AAAAAAAAABM/rTUtPzSIZf0/s320/P60400771.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074204693160059666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;on the czech/german border&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57855447947816755-6817462467834403317?l=twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/feeds/6817462467834403317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57855447947816755&amp;postID=6817462467834403317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/6817462467834403317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/6817462467834403317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/2007/06/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home, sweet home'/><author><name>Svatka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13167692436406727546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p145/peanutty_svat/DSC00003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/RmswtL1s4sI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fZoibm1dWrE/s72-c/4914.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57855447947816755.post-2571368503805144737</id><published>2007-06-02T18:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T19:03:46.541+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving</title><content type='html'>Today at midnight Im leaving for a water course with my class to south Bohemia. I belive its gonna be fun and my mood will hopefully get better....because right now I feel like nothing will ever go my way. Today was such a bad day, I truly hope you will never be forsed to experience it.&lt;br /&gt;Be back on friday! Nice week for you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57855447947816755-2571368503805144737?l=twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/feeds/2571368503805144737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57855447947816755&amp;postID=2571368503805144737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/2571368503805144737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/2571368503805144737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/2007/06/leaving.html' title='Leaving'/><author><name>Svatka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13167692436406727546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p145/peanutty_svat/DSC00003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57855447947816755.post-3082356600843702137</id><published>2007-05-31T19:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T11:46:49.345+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday = a catastrophe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;today = pretty cool day&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;tommorow = who knows?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, yesterday was one of the worst days in my recent life. I was supposed to go to Ireland for summer and I was so excited! But my dad forgot to pay the tickets, and I cannot find any other cheap tickets. Please pray that I can find one. But we had a meeting about our english camp yesterday and it was pretty much fun. I got back into my young age (haha, Im 18 now) and me and Klara did a really cool fight, haha, my knee still hurts:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about today...me and my school went to Cesky Tesin to play our drama there and when we were walking down the street to get to pizza place for a lunch, I met Nate Hughes, who cares about intern stuff. So we talked a little bit and he was telling me about how the amazing race is and so on. I asked him when the interns will come and he was like who do I care about, so I was like about Ryan Schultz. And then he was like "Well, hes in my apartment right now, which is right there." Haha, it was so funny. So I went to the pizza place and have a lunch with my dramamates and then asked the teacher about me going to Nates aparment and then leave with them to Malenovice. And he let me go! I still cant belive it! So I went there, and then we drove to Malenovice, it was really good and unexpected! And in Malenovice I met Steph, what was sweet as well. Ryan introduced me to his friend, Paige Crawford, who is serving with JV in Slovakia. She is amazing! I dont know if you have experienced, but she is right that kind of a guy, who you "have to" trust from the first moment. I felt like I have known her for a quite long time. Awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of today: "Biosolarium? Does it mean that bunch of lightning-bugs will shine on you or what?"    my classmate about biosolarium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what also kinda cracked me up was when i was writting a text message to my dentist that I will delay and her answer.&lt;br /&gt;me: "Hey auntie, I will be late about 25 minutes cause the train had delayed"&lt;br /&gt;the dentist: "Chill out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for now I guess:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57855447947816755-3082356600843702137?l=twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/feeds/3082356600843702137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57855447947816755&amp;postID=3082356600843702137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/3082356600843702137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/3082356600843702137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/2007/05/yesterday-catastrophe-today-pretty-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Svatka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13167692436406727546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p145/peanutty_svat/DSC00003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57855447947816755.post-3197497612310150388</id><published>2007-05-27T18:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T18:56:21.376+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I wrote this to make you think that Im intelligent:P j/k</title><content type='html'>We can read in almost every psychological book about human temperaments. Im sure you already have heard about it. There are four of them: melancholic, sanguinic, stoic and choleric. And we also know, that we are born with one specific farrago of these temperaments which affects your character. The next fact is that we cannot change this farrago as well as we cannot change our characters. We can influence it to a certain extent, but cant change all of it. These are the facts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is that really true? Probably...it should be if every book says it. But I can say from my own experience, that people are changing. Some of them. Some people are the same all they life, some are not. I know some people who will never change. They dont have to be bad, not at all, they can be funny, crazy and things like that and never change. They will stay funny, crazy and things like that for their whole life. And then there are some people, who are changing, slowly, but constantly. I am this kind of person. Sometimes I just look back in my life and see how much I have changed. Two years ago if you told me that im crazy, i would take it as the biggest compliment you could ever gave me. But now, Im like sick of everyones saying this about me. I know I can do some crazy stuff sometimes, but I also figured, that being more serious and culm is a big asset. And in addition I found out that I really DONT have to be in the center of entertainment all the time. Just sitting and listening is so cool!! So thats nice people say Im funny, but I think my bigger feature is like ability of listening to problems of my friends, cheering up or trying to help as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why I have been changing and some people have not? Weird world, isnt it. But I think I just found out the answer! I belive, that everything is about God. He is the answer for every question (you know what I mean. Surely not "Hows the weather today?" "God":P) and I belive, that if I spend some time with Him, he is the one who is changing me. He is making me acting the way He wants me to act. And if this is what God wants for me, itll be my pleasure to do it! I very belive, that what He wants for me is the best. Thats it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57855447947816755-3197497612310150388?l=twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/feeds/3197497612310150388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57855447947816755&amp;postID=3197497612310150388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/3197497612310150388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/3197497612310150388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-wrote-this-to-make-you-think-that-im.html' title='I wrote this to make you think that Im intelligent:P j/k'/><author><name>Svatka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13167692436406727546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p145/peanutty_svat/DSC00003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57855447947816755.post-1924738222215548463</id><published>2007-05-24T17:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T09:43:34.237+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Change is life</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Thats my brothers todays motto:)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;So we decided to do something with his pretty long hair...so I cut it and this is the result:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068150655234079314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/RlWwKzFj-lI/AAAAAAAAAAc/URyVcuFfQlE/s320/bracha.jpg" border="2" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;I cant even belive it, I can see his forehead after like two years, haha!:D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57855447947816755-1924738222215548463?l=twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/feeds/1924738222215548463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57855447947816755&amp;postID=1924738222215548463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/1924738222215548463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/1924738222215548463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/2007/05/change-is-life.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Change is life&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Svatka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13167692436406727546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p145/peanutty_svat/DSC00003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/RlWwKzFj-lI/AAAAAAAAAAc/URyVcuFfQlE/s72-c/bracha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57855447947816755.post-6624352198623027193</id><published>2007-05-22T19:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T20:11:26.296+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Its such a perfect day...lalala</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I think that everybody heard this song. And this exact song was playing while I was sitting in the dentists armchair. And Im not sure if this was the right song for my day of today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can say that today was one of those special days, when time at school is even better then after it. At school everything went quite well, even my biology teacher was proud of me:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then I was suppose to go to Ostrava city to visit my aunt/dentist. I was there last thursday already, when she did a bi hole in my tooth and cleaned the channels (it was a little bit strange case, but whatever, I always was kinda different:D). So I thought Ill go there and she will just fill the hole. All I can say is that I was completely wrong!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She continued cleaning the channels and then she needed to find out the end of the tooth, so she had to go with that stick for cleaning behind the tooth (which was dead) when my nervs still work. So it was kinda painfull. Hm, as Im thinking about it, it wasnt KINDA painfull, it WAS painfull. Then she took some "photos" of the tooth with the sticks in it and then wanted to fill it with something. But the dentinst jabed a thingy in the tooth by mistake, so much more pain by that time. Then she finally filled it, so I was packing and about to leave when the "sister" said "So June 8th?". I was like "Me?". Yeah! So I dont know what aunt will do with the thing that the hole is filled with, but she needs to fill it with something different. Thats definitely not good! She told me that it shouldnt pain as much as today, but who knows...Btw. my teeth still hurt now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on this next monday Im going there again....keep your fingers crossed, please!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                To make your and even my mood better I post one cute thing:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067449183995427394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/RlMyLzFj-kI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4GMRUc56IpE/s320/cute!!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/57855447947816755-6624352198623027193?l=twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/feeds/6624352198623027193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57855447947816755&amp;postID=6624352198623027193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/6624352198623027193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/6624352198623027193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-such-perfect-daylalala.html' title='Its such a perfect day...lalala'/><author><name>Svatka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13167692436406727546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p145/peanutty_svat/DSC00003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/RlMyLzFj-kI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4GMRUc56IpE/s72-c/cute!!!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57855447947816755.post-6790874640233847311</id><published>2007-05-20T21:40:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T21:45:11.749+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Our pastor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Loving pastor with a softball bat...our preacher, Ken Pitcher, took while playing softball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066730520002689586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/RlCkkDFj-jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ux985EqWy9Q/s320/ken.jpg" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57855447947816755-6790874640233847311?l=twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/feeds/6790874640233847311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57855447947816755&amp;postID=6790874640233847311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/6790874640233847311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/6790874640233847311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/2007/05/our-pastor.html' title='Our pastor'/><author><name>Svatka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13167692436406727546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p145/peanutty_svat/DSC00003-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_15TWwwXVNsw/RlCkkDFj-jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ux985EqWy9Q/s72-c/ken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57855447947816755.post-4693104740896935965</id><published>2007-05-19T21:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T12:38:49.161+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I fell free again</title><content type='html'>I can feel the freedom now. Finally!&lt;br /&gt;I should give you some explanation I guess. So here it is:&lt;br /&gt;Its kind of a long story but Im sure I can make it much shorter:) There is a guy, lets call him Percy. Percy and I have been friends for almost three years and we were really good friends for a few months. Till I started to like him, then the friendship wasnt as strong and we barely said Hi to each other. A year and a half passed and we started to talk a little bit more again and after maybe four months we became good friends again. It was fun, but I fell in love again. This time it was different though, cause I think it was partly an autosuggestion. I dont know if you ever have experienced it, but if you have some friends who are asking you constantly about a person and making fun of it and such things, you while talking with them are starting to think about the person really their way. If this makes sence to you. Anyway, I started kinda like him, but it was hard, cause he was talking to me once and not really another time. So our friendship was like on a swing. Up and down, up and down...Then we had a real good conversation the other day, and the following days were good as well. That was the top though, so now its down again. But you know what? I dont care anymore. I spent lots of time asking God for help. I asked him to show me His will in this issue. And now Im deffinitely sure that Percy is not the right guy for me. I was trying to convince myself about this for so many times, but now it finally works. Yeah, God helped me realize that we would never make a good match. Cause a relationship without talking and where just one is active simply cannot work out. Breathing is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to share one lyrics by Rascall Flats with you, cause it reminds me a little bit me right now, considering we never were a couple:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be out in that driveway stopping you&lt;br /&gt;Tears should be rolling down my cheek&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why I'm not falling apart&lt;br /&gt;Like I usually do&lt;br /&gt;And how the thought of losing you's not killing me&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad&lt;br /&gt;That I can stand here strong&lt;br /&gt;Cold as stone, Seems so wrong&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain it&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just&lt;br /&gt;I've cried so much&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and I'm numb Baby I hate it&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad that I don't feel bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can let myself be angry over wasted time&lt;br /&gt;And sad about just throwing love away&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I almost wish my heart was breaking&lt;br /&gt;But I cant lie&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is turn the page&lt;br /&gt;I feel Bad&lt;br /&gt;That I can stand here strong&lt;br /&gt;Cold as stone, Seems so wrong&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain it&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just&lt;br /&gt;I've cried so much&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and I'm numb Baby I hate it&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I don't feel bitter, alone&lt;br /&gt;I just feel its time, its time to move on&lt;br /&gt;I just gotta move on and on and on and on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57855447947816755-4693104740896935965?l=twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/feeds/4693104740896935965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57855447947816755&amp;postID=4693104740896935965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/4693104740896935965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/4693104740896935965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-fell-free-again.html' title='I fell free again'/><author><name>Svatka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13167692436406727546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p145/peanutty_svat/DSC00003-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57855447947816755.post-8980799292611514357</id><published>2007-05-17T22:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T23:14:50.482+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging in english? Lets try!</title><content type='html'>Hey. I finally decided to crate a blog also in english (I already have one in czech) for my english friends. Oh yeah, Im so nice. Haha, just kidding. So, I think thats all I want to say right now. Im tired and Im on the net instead of studying, ups. Ill try write more in one of following days. Thanks for you attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/57855447947816755-8980799292611514357?l=twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/feeds/8980799292611514357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=57855447947816755&amp;postID=8980799292611514357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/8980799292611514357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/57855447947816755/posts/default/8980799292611514357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twoandthreeissix.blogspot.com/2007/05/blogging-in-english-lets-try.html' title='Blogging in english? 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