Spilberk Castle

     Spilberk Castle (German: Spielberg) is an old castle on the hilltop in Brno, Southern Moravia. It began to be built as early as the first half of the 13th century by the Premyslid kings and complete by King Premyslid Otakar of Bohemia. From a major royal castle established around the mid-13th century, and the seat of the Moravian margraves in the mid-14th century, it was gradually turned into a huge baroque fortress considered the heaviest prison in the Austro-Hungarian empire, and then into barracks. This prison had always been part of the Spilberk fortress.

Living next door to Alice

     I'm lazy! You can't imagine how much I'm lazy. I have to do my homeworks but I don't enjoy it. My head is somewhere in the clouds. I dream and I think of summer. I look forward to the holidays! I hope I'll visit United Arab Emirates! I would like to work there. But firstly I have to do my homeworks now! I have to think up and write paper for English lesson. I have no idea! So stupid... I'm tired of school. I'm going to do A levels (graduation) in May already! 3 big exams in one day, each exam is composed of 30 topics and each topic has approximately 7 pages. Then 2 weeks truce and then next 2 written examinations. I'm going to do A levels in Czech language (czech, world literature, text analysis, period definition; essay, grammar.), Social sciences (psychology, sociology, philosophy, politics, legislation, religion,...), German language (history of Austria, Germany, Switzerland, capital cities of german-speaking countries, personalities, literature, environment,...), Mathematics (one of 2 written exams, the 2nd is cz-language: essay, grammar).

     If you would you like to imagine czech education system, study here in Central Europe or in New Zealand. The graduation with something like "State A levels" is mission impossible.

Ladies which we can't have...

     Karel Gott - true star! Germans say: "Er ist unserer Gott!" (He's our God.) I love his songs...

     Although I'm young girl, I love old and obsolete music. Young people said: "You are odd and queerish madman." But I don't care for ther opinions. Why? Maybe I'm odd but I think that it's my lifestyle. I'm unique and I have a lot of older friends. I'm idol of older men, that's important for me. They are fond of me and my lifestyle. They can speak about everything. I'm their sympathy with their problems and sorrows. I'm their friend. Their lady that they can't have. Like in song by Karel Gott - Ženy, které nemůžeme mít. (Ladies which we can't have).

     And now something different :-) . All day I listen to music - songs by Karel Gott - and I work on seminar paper although it's Saturday and Sabbath!! I hope that He can forgive my wrongdoing... However I have really funny photos. My cockatiel wanted to bath in the cup of tea. See it! She's lovely!

Happy B-Day to me...

     Yes,... I was born on the 28th January. Today I have my birthday and the funniest situation is that only secretary in school said Happy Birthday. It was due to  confirmation which I needed and she asked for my birthdate. My parents doesn't wish me for a long time and my friends forget...
     I remember time two years ago. My ex-best girlfriend asked me about a month later whether I hadn't had birthday. I was really disappointed that my best friend didn't know when I have birthday. I answered that it was no odds. Why to care for friend who doesn't know? Friend who you know long years? And she asks... In this moment you haven't mood to talk with her. If she asks a mont later and doesn't say "I'm sorry, I forgot your BD, best wisches..." 
     Maybe these coincidences brought about my refusing of celebrating birthday...

When I was a young girl

     When I had came this morning in the school I sat down and looked on my bag. It's ordinary two-tone school bag. The pink colour is combined with gray colour. I own it already 6 years. The colours were full and shinning when I bought the bag but now they are faded. I remember that as a 12 years old girl I saw older girl with the same bag. She had pink too; but the colours of my bag were shinning and her colours were faded.

     Year or two years ago I met on the bus station younger girl. Then I was the older girl with faded colours and she was the younger with a new bag.

     I think it's incredible how fast the time flows. It seems like day before when I played with jigsaw and other toys and spent holidays with my grandpa in the garden and swung on seesaw...   He's gone 8 years yet. I miss him.

I'll be freezing to death...

     Six days in week I'm in school. Five days I sit for 7 hours in school and I suffer from coldness. The sixth day I spend my time in course. It's the same like in the school. It's remarkable how the schools don't use heating. In classrooms are radiators but they're closed.Damn. I think it must be punishment but I don't know for what. Outside is really cold, around 0°C (32°F) and inside is hardly 17°C (63°F). And someone daily opens the windows!! It's really hard to stay healthy. I've had bronchitis two weeks ago and I don't feel good. I went to school despite the illness. There's no time to stay at home and undergo medical treatment. Studying at grammar school isn't easy. Especially in Central Europe. 5 months you are chilled to the marrow and next 3 months you thaw slowly .
     Oh, I forgot that today isn't really true winter weather. It's snowing outside, that's truth, but usually is around -25°C (-13°F). And I know severe winter too. It was a time with temperature around -35°C (-31°F) and even a dog wouldn't be evicted...

Home, sweet home... I want to fly to Melbourne (Vic).

Madeleine ala Hamlet

Parson goes up the street and steps into the turd: 
"God! Turd! ... Gosh! I said turd! ... Damn! I said gosh! ... Crut! I said damn! ... Fuck it! I just never wanted to be parson."

I really love jokes about christian church. And jewish jokes are good too. But any jewish joke next time.

I know that the joke doesn't correspond with this article, but why don't do it? Everybody likes jokes...
You know that I want to have a baby. And recently I have thought about writing story "How I met your father." A short story, how I met father of my baby, that I want to have. But if I write it, I will risk that he'll learn what I want to do... So,... I'm up a tree. Athough he doesn't know languages and my web too.
What to do? To write or not? That's the question! To write or not? To be or not?