<?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-8133669481556380006</id><updated>2012-01-24T03:02:59.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such is life!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-address.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8133669481556380006/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-address.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>blue_eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771012630804452180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133669481556380006.post-6336561895922667260</id><published>2012-01-24T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T03:02:59.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation searching</title><content type='html'>Great expectations bring great disappointments. That's a fact. Probably I'm weary of taking a part in interwievs. Maybe should I have a let-up? Maybe sould I improve my English? Maybe should I finally lose weight? The thiner I am, the more self-confident I am. To much qestions without answers, to much nerves. I got lost my motivation. Did anyone find it? I would be grateful...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8133669481556380006-6336561895922667260?l=without-address.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-address.blogspot.com/feeds/6336561895922667260/comments/default' title='Komentarze do posta'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://without-address.blogspot.com/2012/01/motivation-searching.html#comment-form' title='Komentarze (0)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8133669481556380006/posts/default/6336561895922667260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8133669481556380006/posts/default/6336561895922667260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-address.blogspot.com/2012/01/motivation-searching.html' title='Motivation searching'/><author><name>blue_eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771012630804452180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133669481556380006.post-7965647099524898667</id><published>2012-01-19T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T14:43:14.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I had an idea to a creative entry, but...I forgot what interesting I wanted to write here ;-) It means, that it's late and I should go to bed. Perhaps, it's just half eleven, and I need to get up tomorrow early, actually how every day. But tomorrow, fortunatelly, the week is ending, and the weekend is about to begin! Besides, I'll have vacation next week, therefore I am enjoying double :D Amittedely I haven't plans for these days (outside of nezt Wednesday), but I'm lucky, because I won't see them all. Hight time to change job. What a shame all my interviews ended in a debacle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8133669481556380006-7965647099524898667?l=without-address.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-address.blogspot.com/feeds/7965647099524898667/comments/default' title='Komentarze do posta'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://without-address.blogspot.com/2012/01/weekend.html#comment-form' title='Komentarze (0)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8133669481556380006/posts/default/7965647099524898667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8133669481556380006/posts/default/7965647099524898667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-address.blogspot.com/2012/01/weekend.html' title='Weekend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>blue_eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771012630804452180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133669481556380006.post-4386528508031809345</id><published>2012-01-16T14:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T14:34:49.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And what about your free-time?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;It’s the easiest question during an invitation, but I have the whole time problems with it…Which answer would satisfy my conversationalists? Really I hate this question. Maybe it arises I don’t have last time free time. After work I’m usually pissed, tired and bushed. I don’t have get-up-and-go. Where did lose my power, determination and motivation? When should I find time for my hobbies? At the moment I listen to music, but I’m fully aware, that there is so many new bands, singers, songs and sounds, which I must absolutely &amp;nbsp;familiarize….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Of course I saw the people which I didn’t want to meet. The city is becoming increasingly small. Sometimes I get hold of an impression, that I live in the countryside and no in one of the most cities in my country…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;His eyes…are too pretty, his smile. Fell in love? No, she only perceives more than yesterday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8133669481556380006-4386528508031809345?l=without-address.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-address.blogspot.com/feeds/4386528508031809345/comments/default' title='Komentarze do posta'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://without-address.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-what-about-your-free-time.html#comment-form' title='Komentarze (0)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8133669481556380006/posts/default/4386528508031809345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8133669481556380006/posts/default/4386528508031809345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-address.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-what-about-your-free-time.html' title='And what about your free-time?'/><author><name>blue_eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771012630804452180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133669481556380006.post-109270690511627523</id><published>2012-01-08T12:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T12:41:27.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I heard once that everything sounds better in English. Maybe, but unfortunately I cannot speak well this language. Of course, I learn English, because I know how important this foreign language is, but straight…I prefer to learn &amp;nbsp;another languages, f.e. German or Russian.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I hope, that my English will be improved trough this blog. Therefore I should write here (fast) every day ;D. It’s a really challenge. But I like face challenges. I have here a lot of experience.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;So, maybe I am introducing myself now. My name is…rare. I come from the country in the &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Central Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt;, from which the former pope and Chopin came too. And in which it is sometimes shining, sometimes raining or snowing. I am a tall woman with blue eyes and blonde hair. Last year I have graduated from …&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I am looking. For impressions, new music and interesting people. I am afraid of routine and senility. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;See you tomorrow.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8133669481556380006-109270690511627523?l=without-address.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://without-address.blogspot.com/feeds/109270690511627523/comments/default' title='Komentarze do posta'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://without-address.blogspot.com/2012/01/hi.html#comment-form' title='Komentarze (0)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8133669481556380006/posts/default/109270690511627523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8133669481556380006/posts/default/109270690511627523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://without-address.blogspot.com/2012/01/hi.html' title='Hi!'/><author><name>blue_eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12771012630804452180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
