<?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-2679591665649975852</id><updated>2012-02-07T16:41:48.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vuhasta's Lifechanging xp:)))</title><subtitle type='html'>book of memories</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vuhastenka.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679591665649975852/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vuhastenka.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ushastik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13170643179087931835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1028/897494344_5c303731b1_s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679591665649975852.post-7315071630562127288</id><published>2007-08-29T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T23:38:50.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>can`t say goodbay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Monday we had Jirkas bay party. I had very strange feelings, coz i was sad that he leaves, but happy that i had opportunity to know him and made &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RtZkeJnozpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/t2vseeJPuZI/s1600-h/FOR+BLOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104377696812060306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RtZkeJnozpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/t2vseeJPuZI/s320/FOR%2BBLOG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;friendship with him. Jirka is my favorite crazy Czech! He is a person who has a lot of bad habits, but at the same time he is sensitive and funny and friendly and I know that he really cares about ppl, even that sometimes he wonts to show that he does not. He drinks to much, he smokes to much, but he is grate person anyway;))). So, that`s about him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   It was really different evening, when i really strongly felt how close we are now (6 of us - my lovely crew ;)) and that we share many things, and how easy it is for all of us to chat about everything in the world, to laugh, to be crazy, to have our secrets, to have a feeling like we all are friends from the childhood. If you look at us - we are all extremely different, we are all from different cultures and religions, we live in different political systems, but we can understand each other so perfectly! It is possible now matter what, and nothing maters exept what person is inside.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We said goodbay to each other, i sayd smth like "Jirka i will see you again, somewhere in the world, it looks so big, but happens it is small like a village, so who knows..." Yesterday I came back after work, and Natalia met me, and the first what she screams was "Did you hear??? Jirka missed his plane!!! He stayes till Thursday!" So in the evening we sow him again, so we really met again in this big world;)) I think Jirka now has really opposite feelings - he is happy that he stayed, even if it is only for two more days, and he is confused, coz when you in the mood to leave and you already sayed goodbay to your friends, and you already turned over this page of your lifebook, but now he stocked at the edge of this page...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am gonna leave next Thursday. This is the end of the taile calls "Turkey summer", Now i am extreamly thankfull to aiesec for this opportunity...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am happy person)&lt;/strong&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/2679591665649975852-7315071630562127288?l=vuhastenka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vuhastenka.blogspot.com/feeds/7315071630562127288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679591665649975852&amp;postID=7315071630562127288' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679591665649975852/posts/default/7315071630562127288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679591665649975852/posts/default/7315071630562127288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vuhastenka.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-monday-we-had-jirkas-bay-party.html' title='can`t say goodbay'/><author><name>Ushastik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13170643179087931835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1028/897494344_5c303731b1_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RtZkeJnozpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/t2vseeJPuZI/s72-c/FOR%2BBLOG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679591665649975852.post-9168475662727779531</id><published>2007-08-27T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T06:15:04.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Скопируйте в свой блог и выделите то,что вы уже сделали в своей жизни)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;1. полюбить жизнь- здєлано!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;2. не спать всю ночь - було, чо ж нє&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;3. Съездить на море - і не раз&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;4. от избітка чувств обнять человека - все так роблю&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;5. Убегать от огромной собаки- нєєє, повезло мені, ніколи такого не було&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;6. Вырастить кактус- вони в мене всі повмирали чогось&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;7. Купить мр3 плеер- ага, я то купила, а брат ука розбив!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;8. Завести двух кошек - я б ідної не витримала довго, фе&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;9. Гулять во вьюгу- не памятаю, певно ні&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;10. віиграть в гляделки - було! було!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;11. Потерять друга- нажаль так, а я думала ми подруги на завжди...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;12. Познакомиться и подружиться с человеком, родившимся в тот же день, что и ты- знайома певно з 8, але не дружу так аж сильно ні з ким з них&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;13. гулять без зонта под дождем- обожнюю!!! Особлтво літом! Цього літа не вийшло-в Турції не було дощів((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;14. гулять в одиночестве- часом таке практикую...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;15. Погладить тигра.-не, але я б не проти&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;16. С разбегу вбежать в воду- все так роблю&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;17. Полюбить закат- люблю! але часом просто не помічаєш його краси, завалений буденними справами&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;18. Пробыть в одиночестве несколько дней-максимум 2 дні, але якщо не рахувати, що мені постійно дзвонили&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;19. Напиться.- ще б пак! Я шо не хлоп =))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;20. Разбить окно.-хе-хе! В ГорСвєті всі вікна саме ми передили...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;21. оскорбить человека- думаю так&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;22. Кататься на роликах весь день.- ну не вмію я на роліках! ну шо тут такого???!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;23. Прыгнуть с парашютом- ше ні, але планую&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;24. Говорить с девушкой/парнем весь день.- ...пригадую таке...))))) гарно&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;25. Пожить вместе с любимым человеком.- ні&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;26. Пришить свой палец к кофте- пришивала і не раз )))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;27. Упасть в глубокую яму. - Бог милував&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;28. сильно испугаться- часто&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;29. Подарить что- то дурацкое-обовязково! то ж найприємніше&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;30. проболтать по телефону пару часов- маю таку слабість&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;31. полюбить- було 2 рази&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;32. разлюбить- чогось в мене так все стаєтця&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;33. Возненавидеть- ніколи&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;34. Заблудиться в лесу- ні-ні, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;35. Залезть в ледяной фонтан и долго в нём брызгаться- залазила, але не в льодяний! З Баригою)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;36. Спать в палатке.- Було багато раз. Останній тижні 3 тому&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;37. Проехать на поезде семь суток.- це куди такий поїзд їздить? ні&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;38. Полетать на самолёте- ну літала&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;39. Разбить посуду- а в мене ж руки-крюки, а ви не знали? часто&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;41. убить комара, напвишегося крови- фука звичайно, але вдивала таких гадів і не раз&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;42. подержать в ладонях живую бабочку- а в мене в дитинстві хоббі було - ловити сачком метеликів, а потім їх сушити, тому так, тримала і не раз&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;43. Уснуть под любимую музыку-не можу спати з музикою, навіть з улюбленою&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;44. скушать картошку запеченную на костре- ))) нямка - так&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;45. провести весь день на солнце-не, мені здоровя не дозволяє&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;46. искать на ночном небе яркие звезды и созвездия-.....оооооой!!! згадалося всяке приємне і романтичне. є таке&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;47. забыть о чем-то важном-ги! постійно&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;48. Переписываться sms-ками полночи.- було, але мене таке харить, бо терлікання будить кожних 10 хвилин, я тоді стаю нєрвна&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;49. Потратить последний инет на чтение дневников.- не памятаю,може і було&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;50. Спеть караоке- не було такого&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;51. съесть в одиночку шоколадку- =))) аякже! є така слабкість, часом нагадую собі наркоманку...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;52. целый день читать- часто&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;53. улыбаться сквозь слезы- ставвалось..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;54. Пять раз посмотреть от начала до конца один фильм- ніколи, максимум два рази&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;55. Сказать человеку в глаза, что "пора прекратить общение".-ніколи&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;56. До боли хлопать в ладоши-хлопала так&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;57. Танцевать до изнеможения-так&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;58. Бросить курить. - не сип мне соль на рану...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;59.поцеловать фотографию-гиии))) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;60. Построить замок из песка.-люблю це діло&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;61. Не спать ночью во время грозы-сплю, хоч там шо&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;62. возненавидеть себя, а потом полюбить снова-ні, не вмію я ненавидіти, навіть себе&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;63. Заметить в фильме глупую ошибку-канєєєшна&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;64. Залезть на дерево-десь 3 тижні тому останній раз, прік&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;65. Полюбить то, что больше всего ненавидел-не памятяю таке&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;66. кардинально изменить свою жизнь-ні&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;67. Найти любимую профессию.-ще ні &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;68. Выиграть в споре-так, але не люблю спорити&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;69. Объесться до тошноты клубникой-такакккк&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;70. включить на очень большую громкость музыку и слушать с насолаждением-=))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;71. Плакать три часа подряд=такі да, і вабще я рьова&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;72. Ни с кем не разговаривать сутки из-за обиды.-дуже хотіла, але не виходить&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;73. сорвать крапиву голыми руками-так...пригоди дитинства&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;74. петь песню без музыки-такакккк, вчора&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;75. петь хором на сцене-=))так, в шкільному хорі 5 років "відслужила"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;76. выступить сольно на сцене перед огромным количеством людей-так,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;77. сфотографировать животное-так&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;78. испечь торт-часом мене на таке пропирає - так&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;79. сфотографировать небо-так&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;80. биться об стену-а нашо?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;81. Слушать полный бред от другого человека.-так.щодня.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;82. Сходить на чей-нибудь концерт.-так, але не надто часто&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;83. весь день просидеть за компом-так. як порядния айсекер &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;84. пытаться покончить с собой-ніколи, я шо дурна зовсім?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;85. порезаться бумагой-так&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;85. Получить болевой шок-ні, ні&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;86. Пытаться плавать там, где тебе по колено - так=)) мені все одно де, аби хоч трошки води&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;87. получить в подарок красивую фарфоровую куклу-не було. а вони гарні...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;88. Упасть с лестницы-ніколи, тьфу-тьфу&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;89. найти что-то новое для себя-кожен день&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;90. надеть свадебное платье-ні&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;91. прочитать большую книгу за несколько часов-ну...ні&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;92. перемыть гору посуды-тааак&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;93. найти в себе силы жить-не треба шукати, вони є&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;94. рассказать тайну про себя-так, а часом не варто було&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;95. Просидеть в комнате, не включая свет, до самой темноты-ні&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;96. заснуть в обнимку с мягкой игрушкой-так=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;97. Поговорить по телефону с совершенно незнакомым человеком-буває&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;98. раствориться в музыке, забыв про все-ні&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;99. Пообщаться с иностранцем-так=) а я зара шо кожен день роблю&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;100. Умереть-шо за питання страшне таке? НІ&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/2679591665649975852-9168475662727779531?l=vuhastenka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vuhastenka.blogspot.com/feeds/9168475662727779531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679591665649975852&amp;postID=9168475662727779531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679591665649975852/posts/default/9168475662727779531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679591665649975852/posts/default/9168475662727779531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vuhastenka.blogspot.com/2007/08/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Ushastik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13170643179087931835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1028/897494344_5c303731b1_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679591665649975852.post-8207134634076923499</id><published>2007-08-27T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T06:43:38.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Istanbul + IC global village</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was trying to write this post during one week, but always was something and i just couldn`t find words and structur my thoughts. But it feel like its right time now, so let it satreted...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This story about Istanbul - magic city. Huge, with 13 mln of citizens, this city lies on bouth, easter and wester parts of the world at the same time. This is the city that really worthy to see - it`s full of contrasts - mosques with churches (or modern mosque in old churche) europeans in modern clothe and moslims and arabs in black paranjas, old architecture and new high buildings, modern shops, clubs, restourants in really old-style streets. It`s all makes Istanbul so special, so different and so amazingly beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103728353591479826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 487px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="154" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RtQV5ZnozhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Oqt8Pgmdhu0/s400/mosaicBLOG.jpg" width="428" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend there 4 days. It of course wosn`t enough to see everything, but deffenetly enough to become in love with it! I think i should write it day-by-day, to make it more clear..... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... we started our adventure from the evening of friday, when &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RtQX0JnoziI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zxExCvmUwio/s1600-h/mosaicBLOG222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103730462420422178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RtQX0JnoziI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zxExCvmUwio/s400/mosaicBLOG222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abdel says that he and Jirka is going to Istanbul with us. That was nice surprize! But...Jirka got &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RtQYTpnozjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Oa1I0YjH8lU/s1600-h/1111111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103731003586301490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="118" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RtQYTpnozjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Oa1I0YjH8lU/s200/1111111.jpg" width="147" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so f**** drunk that evening(actually, he was drinking for 24 hours that days) and he couldn`t stay and pack his stuff. It was funny and scary at the same time, coz here in tuirkey itis forbiden to come to bus and publick places drunk. I don`t now haw driver didn`t catch us, but i suppose he thought that we are just dump europeans with bad manners, coz we where lol at Jirka all the time and he was really crazy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.....DAY 1 - Saturday- tired after whole night in the bus, but happy to start Istanbul vacation we d started to wolk throu still slippy center of Istanbul. It was very special time, coz usually you can`t see this city so quite and empty, but as far as it was very early morning, there where almost no ppl on the streets and the weather was still nightly fresh, it was very special morning and very pleasant breakfast on the ruff of one caffe in the Taksim squre in the center. Only four of us, joking, laughing, and just relaxing, i like such moments, with good ppl in a good place in a good &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RtQYw5nozlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MpYYd4NP0nE/s1600-h/blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103731506097475154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RtQYw5nozlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MpYYd4NP0nE/s320/blog2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;time, and we all feel the same pleasure of being together.&lt;br /&gt;Then we wolked throu Iskislar street - this is the maine street of Istanbul, and it is really interesting, you can find only bars, restourants, shops and clubs on this street, but unusual thing is that they are from first to last flour in all buildings. So we walked throu this street at the time where there were no ppl and we just enjoyed haw quite it is, and looking at still clothe shop windows. Than we droped in to the MC office which is situated in this street. We had some coffe and sleep for a while. After the lunch we meet with Aydin, we actually stayed at his home first 3 days. He was with his friend who also lives with him. Half of this day we spent in naer Ortaköy mosque under Bosphore bridge. There we accidentally met with Burda (he was intern in Frankivsk) and columbian interns. We were just sitting there on a ground, chating, drinking beer and taking pictures-nice relaxing time. Later in the evening we went to Aydins flat where we have nice turkish "something" for a dinner and Aydin cooked it by himself))) Aydin played for us on electoguitar and i just lied there and felt myself so good but so tired, After we had some short rest we went to clubs. Ectually i went with Mert, coz he was in IC premeeting in Istanbul at thet time, and Sh4eglyshka with Ayidin and columbians went to some other one. In a club we met Jirka and Abdelhak again and it was really nice place with a dance floore in the roof and wery cheep beer, that`s made uss all even more happy )))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 2 - Sunday - we woke up nead 1, breackfast we had at that time when normal ppl already finished their lunch-at 3=) This day - was a day of historical places of Istanbul. At first we went to Hagia Sophia - it is a grate huge mosque, it was build in 6th century as a Churche at the beggining, but later in 14th century converted to mosque. Next place was Topkapi palace - it is the huge palace, where all Otamans leaved. we got sooo tired while we wolked arount this place, but it is really gorgeous! Also Sultan Ahmet Mosgue-huge one!&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RtQc9ZnozoI/AAAAAAAAAFc/48jrRrxrPqk/s1600-h/blog3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103736118892351106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px" height="306" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RtQc9ZnozoI/AAAAAAAAAFc/48jrRrxrPqk/s320/blog3.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till the end of this day we were soooo tired that we just falled a sleep and didn`t go anywere, coz i seriously couldn`t move&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 3 - Monday - In the morning me an Sh4eglyha moved to mc flat, as we couldn`t stay at Aydins place. When we had our late, as usual, breakfast we met some aiesecers from Brazil and Turkey in that restourant. As Sh4eglyha said, we can find out if person is from aiesec by her eyes only=) So they explained us how to get to Garnd bazar on foot. we found a map, and started our tour! I liked it very match, coz it was only me and Sh4eglyha, and that map. But we didn`t lost our way even once! Starnge thing is that we were very comfortable alone in this huge city, it was nice adventure. And it`s cool to wolk thru the city and not to take a subway or bus. This way you can stop whenever you wont and see all special and small features of this city. So we got to that bazar, and spent a lot of time there. Sellers on Grand bazar, i think, can speak all world languages. In the evening we went with MC to the same club with a cheep beer! After an hour old mc members and some alumni came, than after some time group of maybe 30-40 delegates from YouCan. So later on it became one huge aiesec party!!! After when we &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RtQb65nozmI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Mwh_u-ypMMo/s1600-h/mosaic3GLOBVIL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103734976431050338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px" height="340" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RtQb65nozmI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Mwh_u-ypMMo/s400/mosaic3GLOBVIL.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;were going back home, Onur stoped near some street food place and forced us to eat a strange but tasty sandwiche. When we asked what is inside, ha said that it is just «Entrails... you know, such a cow's organ where shit grows... we eat it». But it was good, really, and i am not so sensetive=))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY 4-Tuesday-IC opening and global village! It was grate event! We met so many ppl-old friends, new ppl, aiesecers whom i sow somewhere in the aiesec for last 3 yers, old interns why was in Ukraine, new friend, all of them in one place! Amazing! I didn`t see so many Ukrainians for a two monthe, it was really nice to see them all here! I had a feeling, like i leave in this country for a long time and they just came to visit me =) Thats becouse i know about this country more then they do, so i had i feeling like experienced=)))p &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I didn`t try a lot of food, but anyway this mix of sweet\bitter\papper\sour\andwhyknowswhatelse made me ill. After was opening ceremony, i sow PAI for the first time :p After we took our bus back home, and in the morning went back to work again......sleepy and happy&lt;br /&gt;whoooh! It was a long post;p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2679591665649975852-8207134634076923499?l=vuhastenka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vuhastenka.blogspot.com/feeds/8207134634076923499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679591665649975852&amp;postID=8207134634076923499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679591665649975852/posts/default/8207134634076923499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679591665649975852/posts/default/8207134634076923499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vuhastenka.blogspot.com/2007/08/istanbul-ic-global-village.html' title='Istanbul + IC global village'/><author><name>Ushastik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13170643179087931835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1028/897494344_5c303731b1_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RtQV5ZnozhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Oqt8Pgmdhu0/s72-c/mosaicBLOG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679591665649975852.post-3592972505218112464</id><published>2007-08-17T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T08:09:33.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pic - prik</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RsW5opnozgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/kasT9oZMiFY/s1600-h/n721903614_prik.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RsW5opnozgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/kasT9oZMiFY/s1600-h/n721903614_prik.jpg"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099686261084966402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 426px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 415px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="407" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RsW5opnozgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/kasT9oZMiFY/s400/n721903614_prik.jpg" width="409" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; we are here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2679591665649975852-3592972505218112464?l=vuhastenka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vuhastenka.blogspot.com/feeds/3592972505218112464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679591665649975852&amp;postID=3592972505218112464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679591665649975852/posts/default/3592972505218112464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679591665649975852/posts/default/3592972505218112464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vuhastenka.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post_17.html' title='pic - prik'/><author><name>Ushastik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13170643179087931835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1028/897494344_5c303731b1_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RsW5opnozgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/kasT9oZMiFY/s72-c/n721903614_prik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679591665649975852.post-6381209492387320247</id><published>2007-08-15T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T08:14:04.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Istanub - are you ready?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RsMW_ewGptI/AAAAAAAAAEU/n9KjswY6xsg/s1600-h/IIICCC.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098944482955929298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" height="160" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RsMW_ewGptI/AAAAAAAAAEU/n9KjswY6xsg/s200/IIICCC.bmp" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aaaaaahhhhhaaaaaa!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are going to Istanbullll!! We are going to IC(just openig and global village, but anyway;))I just got a permission from my boss.So we are going on friday night, in the Saturday morning we will be there. And till Tuesday we have time to see Istanbul! Yes!In aiesec you always can find place to stay for a night;)Barygka promised to bring a beer and suharuku! I am just wondering if she will forget it or not....it wat Baryga is ;))))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New post about Istanbul and IC is coming soon....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today we also have Arabic cultural night and it promises to be fun:)&lt;/strong&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/2679591665649975852-6381209492387320247?l=vuhastenka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vuhastenka.blogspot.com/feeds/6381209492387320247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679591665649975852&amp;postID=6381209492387320247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679591665649975852/posts/default/6381209492387320247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679591665649975852/posts/default/6381209492387320247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vuhastenka.blogspot.com/2007/08/istanub-are-you-ready.html' title='Istanub - are you ready?'/><author><name>Ushastik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13170643179087931835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1028/897494344_5c303731b1_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RsMW_ewGptI/AAAAAAAAAEU/n9KjswY6xsg/s72-c/IIICCC.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679591665649975852.post-5725765924013446498</id><published>2007-08-15T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T08:21:23.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>теплими турецькими вечорами...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;От неможу, хочетця написати про вчора і про сьогодні і взагалі - написати хочетця. Бо вчора вийшов якийсь такий дуже милий вечі... Це був один з таких вечорів, де все йде так як треба і нема ніяких проблем і напрягів, одне задоволення.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Я з своїми трьома колегами сходили нарешті пограти боулінг і повечеряти. Я їм це вже місяць обіцяю, але майже весь час розписаний, тому відтягувала, аж не зручно стало. Нарешті пішли. І хоча тільки одна з них говорить англійською, а решта 2 почали вчити тільки місяць тому і то, щоб зі мною якось говорити, було дуже весело. Взагалі дядіньки з якими я працюю весь час гонять, я хоч і не завжди розумію про шо, але насрій піднімаєтця. Пограли, посміялись, наїлись і вудвезли мене додому. І я вже думала, що вечір закінчився, так що в душ і спати... Не тут то было:) Ключів я так собі і не зробила, тому прийшовши додому, як то кажуть, "поцілуваля клямку". Але тут все ясно, якщо нікого нема вдома - значить їх можна знайти в гардені біля офісу. Я була права і народу було більше ніж звичайно, стрілка настрою ще більше повернела на позитиффф. Чуваки з Єгипту ,правда, нервували всіх своїми балачками на арабській (не знаю чого, але мені та мова таки дуже "ріже вухо"). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Сидимо, а Мерт питає "ти напевно стомилась і вже нікеди не хочеш йти", ага, вже спати пішла! Я в цій країні навіть якшо на ходу засинаю, але є можливість погуляти, до дому не спішу. А потім він каже"спитай Анталію, чи вона піде"...Щеглуху таке питати? Ясно шо вона піде! Так і вирішили що прадалженіє банкета треба всім і посунули в якийсь рок клуб. Нас напевно було чоловік 15.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Люблю з ними ходити в такі клуби! Ми просто танцюємо хто як хоче і всім плювати що на нас дивлятця люди, зате ми отримуємо з того купу задоволення. Я вже і не памятаю коли я останній раз вдома так гнала танцюючи:) Дівчина яка співала з групою на сцені заспівала Шакіру, під яку ми рубанули айсек денс :р і всім побарабану! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;В кожному барі/клубі/ресторані куди ми ходимо завжди грає ДУХЕ хороша музика. Яка не напряжна, яка класна і не тисне на голову тупізмом, як це часто стаєтця в нас.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Одним словом на вечір не було заплановано нічого особливого, але він пройшов вері гуд! І річ в тому, що така от ситуація повторуєтця в нас кожен вечір!!! Кожен вечір є чим зайнятись, навіть якщо це просте сидіння з пивком в гардені біля офіса і наші, тільки нам зрозумілі приколи, запас яких кожен день поповнюєтця. Ніколи не скучно.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Люблю кожен день тут!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2679591665649975852-5725765924013446498?l=vuhastenka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vuhastenka.blogspot.com/feeds/5725765924013446498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679591665649975852&amp;postID=5725765924013446498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679591665649975852/posts/default/5725765924013446498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679591665649975852/posts/default/5725765924013446498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vuhastenka.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='теплими турецькими вечорами...'/><author><name>Ushastik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13170643179087931835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1028/897494344_5c303731b1_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679591665649975852.post-4552659051631404640</id><published>2007-08-13T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T00:33:33.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AIESEC Ternopil! Shaly-laly-la!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;l'Sobaka lybut miaso, vorona lybut sur, a ja lybly Ternopil!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ternopil mij kymur!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RsAGbOwGpsI/AAAAAAAAAEM/NHHqfqgGaD8/s1600-h/EB_team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098081843069494978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 506px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 358px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="313" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RsAGbOwGpsI/AAAAAAAAAEM/NHHqfqgGaD8/s400/EB_team.jpg" width="428" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!!!!!!!! Missing you a LOT!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My EB tem 2007\2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ktya aka Y4ilka (she hates us of course;))) - my dear LCP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stepa aka Stepashka and our beloved the most responsible VP X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valiys - this is surname and the process at the same time;p brain of our computers, his mind is a mind-map - VP IS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sergij aka Serg aka Blender aligned to brand everywhere - VP brand and communication&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ira Koval aka Kovi - motivated motivator! Competency model forever;) - VP TM, of course&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maryana aka Mas`ka - ER TEAM IS HOT TO GO!!!!!! Just sweet!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; We are two parts of one ER(so i miss you the most) - VP ER servicing...(прочитала твій лист і ще більше почала скучати!! ЛЮБЛЮ ДУЖЕЕЕЕ)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am coming back soon, are you ready???&lt;/strong&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/2679591665649975852-4552659051631404640?l=vuhastenka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vuhastenka.blogspot.com/feeds/4552659051631404640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679591665649975852&amp;postID=4552659051631404640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679591665649975852/posts/default/4552659051631404640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679591665649975852/posts/default/4552659051631404640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vuhastenka.blogspot.com/2007/08/aiesec-ternopil-shaly-laly-la.html' title='AIESEC Ternopil! Shaly-laly-la!!!!'/><author><name>Ushastik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13170643179087931835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1028/897494344_5c303731b1_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RsAGbOwGpsI/AAAAAAAAAEM/NHHqfqgGaD8/s72-c/EB_team.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679591665649975852.post-5951137184273800066</id><published>2007-08-10T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T00:49:39.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marmaris/Ephesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The answer to the question “ where do the Mediterranean Sea and the Aegean Sea meet” is Marmaris. That is the place we visited last weekend, and this is the place &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/Rrx7PewGpkI/AAAAAAAAADM/lWeHZTCmOvA/s1600-h/marm1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097084384159639106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/Rrx7PewGpkI/AAAAAAAAADM/lWeHZTCmOvA/s200/marm1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;worth to see! City with nice seashore, yachts and wonderful views everywhere around you! Just fantastic. We had a boat tour, and it was so good to swim in the open sea jumping from the boat, climbing on a rocks (where i cut my foot and got an allergy from seaweed ;p) and watching small fishes swiming under you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the evening we went to the night club, that was really cool to, because night life is more active in Marmaries than day one. They have one street where yo&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/Rrx75ewGplI/AAAAAAAAADU/HRDPtTEHOaY/s1600-h/marmarÄ±s.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097085105714144850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="150" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/Rrx75ewGplI/AAAAAAAAADU/HRDPtTEHOaY/s200/marmar%C4%B1s.bmp" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;u can find only clubs, &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RsACVewGppI/AAAAAAAAAD0/kok3EXIBKp8/s1600-h/tour666skala.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098077346238736018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RsACVewGppI/AAAAAAAAAD0/kok3EXIBKp8/s200/tour666skala.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;clubs, clubs, and they all are open to come in, sometimes even without walls. So, it`s like one big party length in one street!!! It was really fun, even thought i didnt drink. It is actually funny to watch what my friends do under alcohol;p and make provocative pictures. Not very nice and comfortable thing for me there was guys, especially turkish. Every second guy stoped near me and was trying to &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RsAB4OwGpoI/AAAAAAAAADs/kkGeMvdbyoE/s1600-h/tour444me.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098076843727562370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" height="251" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RsAB4OwGpoI/AAAAAAAAADs/kkGeMvdbyoE/s200/tour444me.bmp" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;approach me some how. It was sooo annoying, so i was trying to close my eyes and just dance. But dıdn't helped either, because some of them just came closer and were trying to hold my hand or dance to close and rubs near me. Aiesecers were trying to protect me and Shcheglova, showing to other guyes that we are together, but it doesn`t work for everyone. But i understand the reason of such behavior. it is tourist city, and most girls in a clubs are tourists.....russian tourist. Girls who come to take a rest&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RsABfOwGpnI/AAAAAAAAADk/q9n5A2Irlko/s1600-h/tour111.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098076414230832754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="194" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RsABfOwGpnI/AAAAAAAAADk/q9n5A2Irlko/s200/tour111.bmp" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; there for one week like to have some "fun", thats why they are to easy to approach and it is even some times their initiative. But exactly this thing makes so bad reputation for all girls from post USSR. And thats disgusting. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually russian tourists occupied all this resort. On a streets i heard people speaks only turkish, but even more russian. In every shop and in every restaurant workers of those places started to speak with me on russian, and i really hate it. In one store seller was talking to me in russian, and i was replying him in english, that was fun conversation. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And there in a club was very nice dancer - travesty, his body is really hut! I was jealous.&lt;br /&gt;Also we visited Ephesus - it`s very ancient city, founded&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/Rrx8PuwGpmI/AAAAAAAAADc/4elavtvKQGA/s1600-h/marm33.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097085487966234210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="184" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/Rrx8PuwGpmI/AAAAAAAAADc/4elavtvKQGA/s200/marm33.bmp" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by colonists from Athens in the 10th century BC. Beginning in the Roman Republic, Ephesus was the capital of proconsular Asia which covered the western part of Asia Minor. when you are walking through this city you have feeling like you found yourself in the time of Rome Empire. And i was imagine ancient people walking on the same street, in white togas, drinking wine...&lt;br /&gt;Also the Temple of Artemis,one of the Seven Wonders of the World was located there.&lt;br /&gt;Another important place that we visited was the hose of Virgin Mary is have been the last home of Mary, mother of Jesus, and place where she dyed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tour was nice, no matter that organization was bad, and we where really pised of coz of this. Now i have only nice memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But still, from that weekend i am sleepy so bad!!! I am &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RsACwOwGpqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/FYiKqVoHMIU/s1600-h/ben.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098077805800236706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="168" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RsACwOwGpqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/FYiKqVoHMIU/s200/ben.bmp" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dreaming about this saturday, and my plan is.....sleep and sleep and sleep and just do nothing. But it`s not in plans of my friends, so as i see now, they are not gonna let me do it:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RsAEe-wGprI/AAAAAAAAAEE/oCsn9gm4DKA/s1600-h/band.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098079708470748850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" height="171" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RsAEe-wGprI/AAAAAAAAAEE/oCsn9gm4DKA/s200/band.bmp" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every evening we come back home near twelve. But yesterday we came back at 3. We went to rock bur, coz two alumnies of @in Ankara plays in a band, and they performed that evening. We had a good time, doing something different from our every day parties, and it was cool. But it was sad evening at the same time, because Benoit finished his internship and left Turkey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It made all of us understand that time is passing without remorse, and we are getting closer to that moment, when you should say bay to this people, who are now your good friends and real badasses;), people with whom i feel myself so comfortable. And why knows, most possible we wont meet again in this life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am trying to leave and enjoy every moment. No time to waist......means no whole day sleep in saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2679591665649975852-5951137184273800066?l=vuhastenka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vuhastenka.blogspot.com/feeds/5951137184273800066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679591665649975852&amp;postID=5951137184273800066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679591665649975852/posts/default/5951137184273800066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679591665649975852/posts/default/5951137184273800066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vuhastenka.blogspot.com/2007/08/marmarisephesus.html' title='Marmaris/Ephesus'/><author><name>Ushastik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13170643179087931835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1028/897494344_5c303731b1_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/Rrx7PewGpkI/AAAAAAAAADM/lWeHZTCmOvA/s72-c/marm1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679591665649975852.post-3274134260348858701</id><published>2007-08-09T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T10:04:34.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is very special day!!! WHY? Because today one very special persone was born several ;) years ago. Some people nows her as &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RrsWwuwGpiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/A_eXf9YCX14/s1600-h/aannn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096692429739173410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" height="141" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RrsWwuwGpiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/A_eXf9YCX14/s200/aannn.jpg" width="141" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maryana Petrivna&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RrtIqewGpjI/AAAAAAAAADE/LImoiKShSyo/s1600-h/DSC00817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096747297946379826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="192" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RrtIqewGpjI/AAAAAAAAADE/LImoiKShSyo/s200/DSC00817.JPG" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pyatkivska, some as Marjashka, others as Vuzenka. Anyway, no matter what name you use or from which side you know her, you know that she is absolutely special. When you get to know her batter, you can see why. She is smart, creative, proactive, professional, clever person, but at he same tyme she is so innocent and to kind for this world. And this her childish part and perception make her this small angel between us. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So Vuzenka!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your birthday reminds me, that I really want to say I’m very glad to know you. On your birthday, I wish you the fulfillmentof of all your secret dreams. I hope that for every candle on your cake you will get a wonderful surprise. I wish you that whatever you want most in life, it comes to you, just the way you imagined it, or better! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoy your life!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love you&lt;/strong&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/2679591665649975852-3274134260348858701?l=vuhastenka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vuhastenka.blogspot.com/feeds/3274134260348858701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679591665649975852&amp;postID=3274134260348858701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679591665649975852/posts/default/3274134260348858701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679591665649975852/posts/default/3274134260348858701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vuhastenka.blogspot.com/2007/08/special.html' title='Special'/><author><name>Ushastik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13170643179087931835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1028/897494344_5c303731b1_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RrsWwuwGpiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/A_eXf9YCX14/s72-c/aannn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679591665649975852.post-5784338911655990511</id><published>2007-08-02T06:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T03:33:26.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange things....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel incredibly happy, protected, loved and desired inside, but at the same time you feel awfully bad physically. And these two opposite and very strong feelings have fight inside you. Probably becouse of my constant positive-optimistic mood, under a pressure of terrible pain I was happy anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Nice place, one hour far from Ankara, near 15 of us, with tents, barbecue, mountains, stars, stars, stars, 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;First day started very well, some beer, in a bus, on the way, in the morning, made it`s positive impact :p. We arrived, unpacked. And everything was so pleasantly calm.Barbecue, games with a boll, where turned out, that i still have something girlis :) i throw a boll as every girl - funny and silly. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/Rrmbg-wGphI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FVfUXLwT_ig/s1600-h/Camp.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096275444249306642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="261" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/Rrmbg-wGphI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FVfUXLwT_ig/s320/Camp.bmp" width="330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then evening came with huge, unreal big full moon. Many-many stars......and we under the stars. I love this, you just lie, look into the star sky, looking for a constellations.......and feel like there is nothing and no one else in this world except of these place and you. And there is no time....Happiness&lt;br /&gt;This evening outside, on a ground, under open sky brought it response....awful response. Next morning i was feeling so terrible as i didn`t feel for a long time! And all hurts....but heart doesn`t care about pain and temperature, heart is perfectly happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And I survived. Guys bought medicines for me, i take them hor 4 days already, antibiotics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tomorrow Izmir and sea and parties and fun.........but nooooo alcohol. Zaraza blin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Shcheglyshka brought Slavytuch Bile, and i couldnt stay, and took a sip :))))))))))))))))) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2679591665649975852-5784338911655990511?l=vuhastenka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vuhastenka.blogspot.com/feeds/5784338911655990511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679591665649975852&amp;postID=5784338911655990511' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679591665649975852/posts/default/5784338911655990511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679591665649975852/posts/default/5784338911655990511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vuhastenka.blogspot.com/2007/08/strange-thing.html' title='Strange things....'/><author><name>Ushastik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13170643179087931835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1028/897494344_5c303731b1_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/Rrmbg-wGphI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FVfUXLwT_ig/s72-c/Camp.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679591665649975852.post-741139841712726686</id><published>2007-07-16T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T23:19:54.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>burned in the sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So aquapark.... Heh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday i really had a LOT of fun!!!:) İ was diving, swimming, sliding, baking in the sun!!!! However İ shouldn"t burn down myself &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/Rp2wxOqSxjI/AAAAAAAAACs/2orgErbxLEw/s1600-h/POOL_me.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088417513794094642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="172" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/Rp2wxOqSxjI/AAAAAAAAACs/2orgErbxLEw/s200/POOL_me.bmp" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so violently...now i look like tomato, and my "kind" friends, whose skin is not so delicate in the sun constantly remind me how perfect is my tan;) and that i look really lovely with this red nose;))) - it's actualyy funny, but my face hurts, so i can`t smile.&lt;br /&gt;Also in aquapark they conduct different competitions, to amuse lazy from the sun and doingnothing ppl. It's very strange and unexpected, but i won belly dance competition......&lt;/strong&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/2679591665649975852-741139841712726686?l=vuhastenka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vuhastenka.blogspot.com/feeds/741139841712726686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679591665649975852&amp;postID=741139841712726686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679591665649975852/posts/default/741139841712726686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679591665649975852/posts/default/741139841712726686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vuhastenka.blogspot.com/2007/07/burned-in-sun.html' title='burned in the sun'/><author><name>Ushastik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13170643179087931835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1028/897494344_5c303731b1_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/Rp2wxOqSxjI/AAAAAAAAACs/2orgErbxLEw/s72-c/POOL_me.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679591665649975852.post-325954623420728766</id><published>2007-07-14T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T23:40:55.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cappadocia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ny nareshti zibralas z dymkamu i treba vuklastu vse, jak vono bylo munylogo tugnya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RpkRx-qSxaI/AAAAAAAAABk/pjMmb_bqq8s/s1600-h/DSC07167.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087116804423337378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RpkRx-qSxaI/AAAAAAAAABk/pjMmb_bqq8s/s200/DSC07167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munyli vuhidni+pjatnuca mu jizdulu na stady tour, jakuj ogranizovyvalo moe LC dlya stagorikiv zi vsiei tyrcii, nas bylo 100! I ci 3 dni ja provela z cumu takumu absolytno riznumu i takumu prukolnumu lydmu.&lt;br /&gt;Pochalos vse v pjatnucy, po plany bylu myzei a potim global village bilya najbilshogo v Ankari torgovogo centry.&lt;br /&gt;Pershuj myzej - Attaturk muzeum - najvushcha tochka v misti, i nijakuj inshui bydunok ne mogna pobydyvatu vushche, tomy sho tyt i pohovanuj Attaturk, a vin dly tyrkiv majge jak Bog - najbilshuj geroj vsih 4asiv i jogo portretu ny prosto vsydu: v metro, v ofisah, na &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RpkXI-qSxeI/AAAAAAAAACE/lEqRytcuk-U/s1600-h/DSC07299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087122697118467554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="231" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RpkXI-qSxeI/AAAAAAAAACE/lEqRytcuk-U/s320/DSC07299.JPG" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;praporah i pamjatnuk jomy je na kognij vyluci!!! Hodulu mu po tomy myzey i duvyvalus jak tak mogna odnij lyduni poklonyatus (tam vustavleni navit jogo nosku...), ale nichogo ne kazalu, bo tyt toj hto skage shos ne te pro "velukogo geroja Attaturka" moge zaprosto distatu v lob! Ale garno tam&lt;br /&gt;Global village - aaaa, ny prosto syper!!! To byv pershuj global village dlya mene i ja vid nogo otrumala kypy zadovolennya!!! @dances, perehogi, jaki vse znimalu na kameru i duvulus na nas vsih velukumu ochuma; kutajski ogudni cykerku, praporu jaki zlitalu z stoliv cherez viter, znov tyrku, jaki kolu pidhodulu do ykrajinskogo stoly vutagyvalu telefon i prosulu zfotografyvatus....i nejmovirnuj spirit... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087123410083038706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="318" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RpkXyeqSxfI/AAAAAAAAACM/aU-FKYs6dEY/s400/DSC07261.JPG" width="417" border="0" /&gt; A vvecheri barbekjy, kypa puva, vuna, gorilku, racki, drinking games, tanci pid tyrecky myzuky. I divchuna z kolymbiji zrobula meni cikavuj kompliment - "jak dlya &lt;em&gt;BILOJI&lt;/em&gt; tu dyge garno tancyesh".....&lt;br /&gt;Dryguj den - nareshti Cappadokia. Sho ce - kolus tam bylu dijychi vylkanu, pisla chogo zalushulus dyge nezvuchni goru i lydu jaki tam gulu ne bydyvalu bydunku, a vudovbyvalu jih v tuh gorah. Zaraz ce vse vugladae ny prosto nerealno......ne mogesh povirutu sho tam moglu gutu lydu. Zzovni ce prosto jak durochku v gorah, a v sereduni jak normalnuj (ny prunajmi dlya tuh chasiv) dim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RpkYr-qSxgI/AAAAAAAAACU/64Kfw4gs-Nw/s1600-h/DSC07443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087124397925516802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RpkYr-qSxgI/AAAAAAAAACU/64Kfw4gs-Nw/s200/DSC07443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Osobluvo veselo tam bylo lazutu tum, hto normalno v poperedny nich vguvav racki)))) Ale meni bylo good, tomy sho ja racki ne zahoplyjys, meni vono nagadye dutyachy mikstyry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;V mene take vragennya, sh4o lydu jaki prodayt syveniru volodiyt vsima movamu svity na rivni basic;))&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RpkZsOqSxhI/AAAAAAAAACc/Vr8dYFtNFcc/s1600-h/DSC07476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087125501732111890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RpkZsOqSxhI/AAAAAAAAACc/Vr8dYFtNFcc/s320/DSC07476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; spochatky po anglijsku putayt zvidku tu i dali - oplia! i perehodat na tvoy movy! Nu i jak mogna shos, ta ne kyputu;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I sh4e mu zystrilus z Byrakom!!! Cherez rik mu znov zystrilus, v Tyrciji, jak vin kolus i kazav - kypa radosti!!! I mu teper she krash4i dryzi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Vuhidni - mechta!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Meni tyt dobre, ot tak - prosto dobre! I vidchyvay sho zaraz ja v pravulnomy misci v &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;pravulnuj chas.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Zavtra v aquapark! Kijaha, chekaj fotku v kypalnuky ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2679591665649975852-325954623420728766?l=vuhastenka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vuhastenka.blogspot.com/feeds/325954623420728766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679591665649975852&amp;postID=325954623420728766' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679591665649975852/posts/default/325954623420728766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679591665649975852/posts/default/325954623420728766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vuhastenka.blogspot.com/2007/07/ny-nareshti-zibralas-z-dymkamu-i-treba.html' title='Cappadocia'/><author><name>Ushastik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13170643179087931835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1028/897494344_5c303731b1_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RpkRx-qSxaI/AAAAAAAAABk/pjMmb_bqq8s/s72-c/DSC07167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679591665649975852.post-1756636708982026737</id><published>2007-07-08T23:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T01:02:58.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>posolstva i t.d.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  В пятницю був в нас Глобал Вілідж. Все ЛС бігіло запарене по &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RpslM-qSxiI/AAAAAAAAACk/wVBAbOD39Q8/s1600-h/village_netherlends.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087701108954154530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="160" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RpslM-qSxiI/AAAAAAAAACk/wVBAbOD39Q8/s200/village_netherlends.bmp" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;різних посольствах, просили дати хто шо може: прпор, роздаткові матеріали, ї т.д. Всі дають. Українське і російське посольства сказали, що дадуть тільки якщо з ними прийде хтось з україни (росії))) Так як з україни я тут поки що одна, то взяли мене.&lt;br /&gt;Прік номер 1: Зустріч було назначено &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RpJ0gxuVI2I/AAAAAAAAABU/xMp2X0MlLaI/s1600-h/DSC07297.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;на 15.00, ми приїхали на 10хв раніше. вийшов охоронець і по російськи нахамив нам за те, що ми зарано приїхали. Турки в шоці, я сміюсь))))))&lt;br /&gt;  Зустрілись ми з першим секретарем. Він аж засяяв, коли почув, що я розмовляю українською. Тому зустріч затяглася, вже розпитав мене про все шо міг. З радості дав нам все шо просили, щей в себе в кабінеті зі стіни зняв деревяну тарілку з гербом:))) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RpkUWOqSxcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6gZsvwWAzg0/s1600-h/DSC07094.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087119626216850882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RpkUWOqSxcI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6gZsvwWAzg0/s320/DSC07094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Прікномер 2: Майже вся роздаткова література, яка на столику в посольстві лежить, на рос.мові. Турки в шоці, я не маю що сказати.....&lt;br /&gt;Прік номер 3: В російське посольство (в 2 рази більше за українське)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RpJ1iRuVI3I/AAAAAAAAABc/whFUZsLUSOo/s1600-h/DSC07312.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; їх просто не пустили. Вийшов якийсь работнік, все порішали на вулиці. Сказав, що привезе водку, йому кажуть влдку не можна - це відкритий захід, а він каже нєт:) я привезу... Турки в шоці, але радіють халявній водці, я теж не проти%))).&lt;br /&gt;  Їздили ми на машині, але пішки було б швидше. Тут рух - це посто......без матюків не опишеш! По вузенькій вуличці &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RpkVf-qSxdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9bgl7gcaDF8/s1600-h/DSC07130.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087120893232203218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RpkVf-qSxdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9bgl7gcaDF8/s200/DSC07130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;з одностороннім рухом всі їздять в дві сторони. По обочинах припарковані машини (ясно що в недозволеному місці), всі їздять ї ходять хто, де і як хоче. Вчора мене ледь не збив дядічка, якмий їхав прямо на мене, але дивився собі на ліво в вікно, там продавали кавуни, то він напевно хотів ціну на ходу побачити...я б не здивувалась, якби він посередині дороги зупинився і пішов їх купувати!!!:)&lt;br /&gt;А ще брат Буржуя приїхав............з Єгипту.........ну піпец схожий!!!)))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2679591665649975852-1756636708982026737?l=vuhastenka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vuhastenka.blogspot.com/feeds/1756636708982026737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2679591665649975852&amp;postID=1756636708982026737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679591665649975852/posts/default/1756636708982026737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2679591665649975852/posts/default/1756636708982026737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vuhastenka.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='posolstva i t.d.....'/><author><name>Ushastik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13170643179087931835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1028/897494344_5c303731b1_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/RpslM-qSxiI/AAAAAAAAACk/wVBAbOD39Q8/s72-c/village_netherlends.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2679591665649975852.post-5722825930703164105</id><published>2007-07-04T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T23:24:38.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On skazal poehalu u vzmahnyl rykoj</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/Rou39xuVIwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/X7KjvFM3FFA/s1600-h/DSC07074.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083358876365300482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/Rou39xuVIwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/X7KjvFM3FFA/s320/DSC07074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vge majge tugden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tugden ja v Ankari. Nareshti stvorula blog. Teper porobyjy zagadatu jak vono vse bylo z po4atky&lt;br /&gt;Prulit - Litak malenkuj, trysut sulno, strashno i she do povnogo sh4astya rozbolivsa guvit. Dobra tyota styardesa dala tabletky. guvit ne bolut, a litak i dali trysut...&lt;br /&gt;Doletilu do zamli Tyreckoi. Glyanyla v nuz z litaka i zrazy zrozymila sho ce vge vse-ja ne vdoma, ja tyt ag do veresnya. Step i goru. Na tuh gorah v stepy i stoit moja Ankara. Misto na pagorbah.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mene kudalo v paniky, kolu dymala sho byde, jaksho mene nihto ne zystrine......i jakis strashni tyrku vizmyt mene za patlu i prodadyt...("dyakyjy" vsim tum, hto zalyakyvav mene cum vdoma kogen den) Ale zystrilu. Ne zrazy, dalu 5 hv popereguvatu) Zystriv hlop4uk, w'th poor english, i poviz mene zrazy z vsima pogutkamu v AIESEC ofis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me and Mr.President&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083362814850310978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/Rou7jBuVI0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/_syT6du7Mps/s200/DSC07105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIESEC - V LC 25 4olovik. Vsih she ne ba4ula, ale ti jakuh zystrila (v osnovnomy kontaktyjy z EB) dyge prik! Jih ofis - ce okrema tema! Ja num zahvorila. Nam takuj ho4y!!! 2 poverhovuj byduno4ok, majge v centri z podviryam na jakomy tak dobre teplumu tyreckumu ve4oramu jde pivko...&lt;br /&gt;Stageriv bagato, ja she navit z vsima ne znajoma. Ale klasno tak, postijno je z kum i pro sho pogovorutu, vonu vsi dyge rizni i cikavi. V nas vge vumalyovyetcya taka sobi tysovka, de 7 pacaniv ja i Aylin (my roomate)...jak zavgdu)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aylin(my roommate ),Mahdi(Tunis),Irka(Chehiya)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083359924337320722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/Rou46xuVIxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qbB69hQBMkY/s200/DSC07050.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Home - Misce de ja teper guvy...........meni podobaetcya - V centri, dyge spokijnuj rajon4uk. I dyge muluj.....meni 4ogos Lviv nagadye, taki vyzenki vylu4ku, nevusoki byduno4ku z &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/Rou59BuVIyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/AZAMH_gRiwo/s1600-h/DSC07107.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083361062503654178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/Rou59BuVIyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/AZAMH_gRiwo/s320/DSC07107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4ervonoy 4erepucoy, malenki podvirja z kvitamu, lydu ve4erajyt na balkonah, a v mene bilya vikna rostyt abrukosu! Ja guvy v Aylin (VP ICX) - z ranky do no4i v ofisi, vdoma praktu4no ne guve. Zate z namu guvyt dvi kazashku, ot vonu ves 4as vdoma! Vzagali nikydu ne hodyat, duvlyatcya tyrecki serialu, chutayt knugku i gotyjyt dlya vsih jistu (za sho jim mogna podyakyvatu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pered tum jak ja zusunay 4ytu molutvu z me4eti, vonu tyt krygom i vsi slygdu na arabskomy translyjyt po misty. A bydut mene didok jakuj prodae bylku(nosut jih na pidnosi na golovi) i kru4ut", shob vsi znalu sho vin jde.&lt;br /&gt;Robota - A ot na roboty ja doburays majge goduny na metro! Zasunay tam. Ale ce garna mogluvist rozduvutus lydej. Ho4a vonu mene rozglyadayt she bilshe...&lt;br /&gt;Na roboti vsi ho4yt zi mnoy poznajomutus i pogovorutu, osobluvo ti, jaki na anglijskij vzagali ne rozmovlayt. A she tyt nam gotyjyt lunch, ce prik, tomy, sho vse g tyrecke, to ja vge vsyakogo poprobyjy. Pravda desho byvae duvne i ne jasno z 4ogo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/Rou6uxuVIzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KrmIso9BiRY/s1600-h/DSC07099.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083361917202146098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WRwsiguA2is/Rou6uxuVIzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KrmIso9BiRY/s320/DSC07099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Tyrku - 4olovikiv ja sobi podilula na 2 kategoriji. Persha - dyadku serjozni, vysati, taki jak v nas na bazari. Dryga - metroseksyalu, v kognogo na golovi gmenya gelja. Ginok tak samo mogna dilutu:1- evropejku,2 - mysylmanku. Pershi odyagaytcya giper sy4asno. drygi - v hystunah, koftah na dovguj rykav i v plash4ah po pjatu v byd" jaky gary. I vsi, majge, kyryat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;   Ja she ne zvukla i pokusho 4asom ho4y dodomy. 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