tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37761638239821000022011-07-08T07:45:05.429+02:00joys and struggles of my life.snoodlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185218926830163550noreply@blogger.comBlogger321100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776163823982100002.post-34704945525528899052010-10-01T11:31:00.002+02:002010-10-01T11:40:36.716+02:00

I will pull a man and we will live happily ever after... I dont know what Im doing wrong that I am being ditched over and over again?Ive met this girl a few months ago, she was way out of my league... but i got drunk, she got drunk, she spent the night (although we didnt fuck), we started to date, and even when i was (and am) still in love with my ex, i have very good time with her and sort of

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I cant believe it run so fast... So many has changed, from little wee snoodle in love became depressed and broken hearted eejit. She left me, again and again, and even though we havent seen each other for more than a half a year now, I am still mad about her, feeling like it was yesterday when she last hugged me and kissed me.I know ur not curious about my love life mumbo-jumbo.Tomorrow Ill

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"Unsent letters".So many times i write a letter but never send it... so i will write it here and who knows, maybe the one, who is supposed to read it will read it, and maybe not. Just must write it somewhere.

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It was my birthday and my wish was to get a nice netbook. Ive chosen then new Asus EEE 1201N in red colour and will share my experiences Ive had so far.I know there are lots of reviews of this notebook, but found only one user's one and it didnt give me informations I wanted to know. Doubt google will google this article, but maybe it will be useful for some people who cant decide which device to

snoodlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185218926830163550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776163823982100002.post-90311592576548999582009-11-26T12:40:00.003+01:002009-11-26T12:54:39.059+01:00

... and you put things in.Sometimes just one song can exactly express your feelings when you dont know how to.

snoodlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185218926830163550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776163823982100002.post-47532428372889470092009-11-15T01:11:00.003+01:002009-11-15T01:38:26.027+01:00

No... I am not talking about the fabulous Burton's animated story. Just talking about my life as usual lol.Have new roommates. Very nice people. Hope they will like their new home, really hope.Was visiting my mother... Not very nice. Her new apartment is absolutely awesome. Mindblowing. Took my breath away, really. First couple of hours we were just chatting, even laughing, admiring new stuff,

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Just anything, as usual. To let my thoughts go away from me...Living in the "new" flat for one month already. Waiting for my lover (comes next week), who feels that I am suffocating her... I dont know what I am doing wrong in our relationship. What should I do? I dont want to suffocate her. Stopped texting her, stopped calling her. Now will leave it up to her. When she wants to contact me, I will

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Words of my anathomy teacher sound in my ears last week every single second.I am really in hell. And imagination that it will get worse doesnt help me lol.I am tired, still living on the floor and boxes, as the flat we are supposed to move in is still not finnished. Fucking bastards i really need some peace to study. Its hard even to find some clean panties in the fucking mess i am living now.Our

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Omg. Three letters explaining practicly everything lol.School started. On tuesday we write first anathomy test. I am scared like shit... Studying every day but I have no idea how I am gonna make it. About 200 new latin words, most of them sound very similar to each other.Then about the flat thing. We were supposed to move out till 1st of october. Its 3rd and we are living still in the same flat

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Am i weirdo or do u do it as well?I write a letter... to anyone. But dont send it. I dont know why do i write it then? To sort out my thoughts? There are sooo many things I want to say and ask. I have just written one letter but as soon as I finnished it, I decided not to send it. Or give it, whatver...Maybe I could post it here and who knows, maybe the person will come across my blog and read it

snoodlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185218926830163550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776163823982100002.post-86765605419609529702009-09-14T16:37:00.002+02:002009-09-14T16:57:49.184+02:00

Am leaving on a jet plane and as soon as I will arrive, I will be held like she never lets me go ;)Packing my stuff and have really big problem with really small bag. You are allowed only one baggage on board, and I cant afford to check-in normal bag, so I am reducing and reducing and I guess I will have to wash my panties every three days cause I am not taking more than 3 of them lolPissed off

snoodlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185218926830163550noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776163823982100002.post-24729709270148377172009-09-10T12:32:00.002+02:002009-09-10T12:34:43.084+02:00

Was just listening some music on shuffle mode and suddenly something incredibly catchy, interesting, nice, cute, playful, happy, rhythmic and just GREAT started to play. Didn't hear that before (i am wondering where I got it), opened player and there was Samarabalouf, with album Bababa, playing amazing acoustic guitar. Jazzy and swingy rhythm really got my hips going. Its just absolutely

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I am stuffed with the "normality" all around. I can hear everywhere "you are NOT NORMAL!!!", this is not normal, that is not normal, what is normal then?I am lesbian. And I think it is normal as far as I am happy and do not hurt anyone. I still cant walk on the street holding my girls hand, because she doesnt want to be in the centre of attention and entertainment for others. And its true. But

snoodlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185218926830163550noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776163823982100002.post-85247421246670953232009-09-07T13:36:00.002+02:002009-09-07T13:49:19.542+02:00

Just finnished reading this great book written by Barbara Gordon. I managed to read it during 3 days - its really very readable and exciting story.It made me really disheartened and nervous as well. I was devouring the story gulp after gulp and couldnt believe what is happening. As is the way when you read psycho story like this, you can feel it by yourself... Or is it just me who really goes

snoodlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185218926830163550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776163823982100002.post-1804663240046611752009-09-06T17:41:00.002+02:002009-09-06T17:59:35.195+02:00

Since when I am... like... "relational active", I havent had "normal" relationship. All my love affairs were distance... First it was Cyprus (well, that was far), then it was another city (from my country though), but about 2,5 hours by bus far away, and now it's Ireland.After the Cyprus experience and going every friday by bus standing (because it was usually overcrowded), I decided not to have

snoodlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185218926830163550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776163823982100002.post-87153061668212078442009-09-05T22:45:00.003+02:002009-09-05T22:58:54.581+02:00

I am so in love. And I want to shout it from the rooftops so everyone knows how much i love my girl. I dont care what anyone thinks...We are together exactly 7 months and 6 days. And I am still sooooo cheesy its disgusting, but I love it :D and happily she loves it too.We say each other every day at least once we love each other... We love to fall asleep so tight we can feel each others heart

snoodlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185218926830163550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776163823982100002.post-86391807038186561492009-08-29T18:28:00.002+02:002009-08-29T20:23:39.614+02:00

A short story written by Kira Crow © (or here; not English sites) translated by Snoodle © and corrected by Wagerwitch © (thank you a lot!) Can you hear the laugh? Wafting through the market and enlacing by sweet scent as a snake, accompany the jingle of bells and nickels... So bright and clear that the surrounding bustle and people’s milling around seems to be just simple coulisse. You

snoodlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185218926830163550noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776163823982100002.post-70902488114398053552009-08-28T01:53:00.003+02:002009-08-30T13:52:23.848+02:00

…can perfectly describe the way I feel. Its not a matter of lyrics, its more the atmosphere. Of course, everyone of us is different and everybody has his own ears. Lots of people think (and honestly me too) that Marilyn Manson is such a freak. But that's why i like him so much. And sometimes he can just hit the head on a nail (or was it hitting the nail on the head?)

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Everybody believes that travel by time is impossible. (Maybe not for Donnie Darko but that's another story.) The tourist. Not original video but better than look five minutes at cd cover :) It was November 2007. I listened to this song over and over again. Isn't it strange feeling when you are going through some period of your life and listen to some music, then have a few years break and

snoodlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185218926830163550noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776163823982100002.post-83216766586568103852009-08-26T21:49:00.002+02:002009-08-26T21:53:59.608+02:00

Hearing that made my day today. And tomorrow. It actually made my week and whole month.I wished so much to hear that from my dad. And I heard it. And it made me happy.Wish I could hear that from my mum too but doubt I will ever hear something nice from her. But life's life right you cant have everything you want to :)

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Lots of people are really scared of dentists.People are already scared of me, so it made my decision easy, one half of business is in my pocket!Now seriously. I hear questions like "why dentistry my god?!" all the time. Its quite a long story. When i was small kid and went at school upstairs, somebody pushed me and i fell. The result was that my hard palate was in two pieces (dont worry, dont

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Thas's a questions, isnt it? I have been using iTunes for years. I think its the best player I have had. But life is change and I decided to try something else - Winamp. I am trying to use winamp for exactly one week now. And to be honest, its gonna be the first and the last week with that media player. I followed my little personal rule to help me with impatience and new stuff - its about

snoodlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776163823982100002.post-3336008554484242432009-08-25T15:10:00.004+02:002009-08-26T14:07:41.839+02:00

I don't mean blogs for making money, or blogs to advertise something. I mean simple personal blogging, what happened to me, my thoughts, my dreams, my experiences. But isn't that just pure exhibitionism? Or just knowing that someone cares? Or is it just tickling your ego to hear how good writer you are? Because really, who writes here the deepest thoughts? Who shares intimate things? To be honest

snoodlenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776163823982100002.post-73416562238860229872009-08-25T13:31:00.001+02:002009-08-25T13:32:08.672+02:00

One day an old woman came to the Bank of Canada with huge bag stuffed with money. She was demanding for appointment with the president of the company, because she wants to have an account, and that she has really lots of money to make it. After long argument with secretary she is taken to the president's office. President asks her how much does she want to save then. She answered about 165 000

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Because i still cant decide in which language shall i write… Will keep to writing in English until im bored :) i know my grammar isnt great and my vocabulary either… but nobody smart fell from the sky ;) Everybody lost keys in life sometimes. My first time was today. Went to buy my dad present. Some nice Irish whiskey and maybe cigars. The whole journey takes 20 minutes (visiting ATM included).

snoodlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776163823982100002.post-76135126988312317792009-08-24T15:03:00.010+02:002009-11-10T15:44:37.347+01:00

Or how to downgrade MSN?(pozn. česky začnu psát až po tomhle příspěvku. Protože mi trvalo 4 hodiny než jsem přišla na zmiňovaný problém. Tak proč se nepodělit.)Microsoft really pissed me off. Millions of people use MSN as a communication program. Its probably the most wide program ever. According to 10th anniversary they published new version of MSN, now called Microsoft live messenger.MSN 2009

snoodlenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776163823982100002.post-25769859963196515692009-08-24T13:20:00.002+02:002009-08-24T13:26:23.528+02:00

Víte, ani nevím. Možná proto, protože se chci přiučit něčemu v aj? Ale čemu se můžu přiučit, když to píšu sama, nikdo mě neučí, nikdo mě neotpravuje… Na druhou stranu, čeština má takových možností. Opravdu. Nevím o žádném jiném jazyku, který by toho dokázal tolik, co čeština. Který by měl tolik synonym jako čeština. Tak proč čj nevyužívám? Ale jo, budu. Jak je vidět, čas od času budu psát i

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“Omg! That was exactly what was i going to say!” i hear this sentence all the time. Its strange, ive been in love many times, mostly unhappily. But with my girl i feel something more than just love. I dont know what that is, but its strong and wee scary. Some kind of connection between us. Few examples. We woke up in the morning. I dont know why have i said that but it doesnt matter. Ive asked

snoodlenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776163823982100002.post-87274384480997306272009-08-22T15:32:00.002+02:002009-08-22T15:47:14.617+02:00

“Go on.” “Whole time its the man who is schizophrenic.” Actually, it was the first stupidest plot of movie which crossed my mind at the moment. I just didnt want to watch another scary freaky movie at the same night. She didnt remember, so we watched the film one day after, after all, i like being scared, so wanted to see what happens. Trailer looked really good. The film was good if you cut

snoodlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776163823982100002.post-3741102791899580942009-08-22T15:12:00.003+02:002009-08-22T15:43:40.099+02:00

And she is gone. I am pissed off. Happy. Worried. Alone. In love. Looking forward. Hungry. Lets make lasagne!

snoodlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776163823982100002.post-61829083317429480412009-08-20T15:17:00.001+02:002009-08-22T13:37:15.931+02:00

what? End of what? Sometimes it feels to me its end of everything. But, as most of us having that feeling, I go sleep, wake up in the morning, go brush my teeth, get dressed, go to work or school and the fucking world is still going on and I cant do anything about that. Powerless. What can you do when you dont know. No book exist to explain.. even uncle google has no power to help. When you

snoodlenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3776163823982100002.post-86267554411344444652009-08-19T00:08:00.001+02:002009-08-24T17:28:41.893+02:00

let's start... I had blog and I loved it, it still exist but I didnt figure out how to block people read it. Why? My mother started to read it. You know, its really uncomfortable to post something when you know that your parent can sneak and read your thoughts. So, I set this blog and started write in English, because my mother cant understand a word and also I doubt she could find this.

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