The Goo’ Ol’ Times

Although I don’t have any access to any decent PC now, namely my own notebook, I still do like to take pictures on my camera; all the taken photographs are still on my memory card and have to wait for me to come back to N’Castle – but it will be, in the end, unexpectedly soon.
I didn’t wanna let slip away one photo opportunity these days: we own an old, far more than 100 years old, house in the same town we live now, and the old house is left empty already many years; nearly twenty now.
We used to live there for a short while, I mean we as our current, recent family; I have some memories tied to the place still. But before us, long time ago, there was living the previous part of our family, my dad, my grandmother, even grand-grandparents.
And the house was left alone those nearly twenty years ago, in the same state we used to be there; there are books, furniture full of clothing, dinnerware, in the bathroom is even left old shaving stuff and a toothbrush; it looks a bit like left after some kind of disaster, surprisingly full of all the personal stuff, like if a war or earthquake or something came and the people in had to leave in a big hurry, letting everything rot behind.
But nothing happened, really, we just moved few tens of metres away, not even in kilometres. From the windows facing south west we can without problems see the old shack.
So I took my chance to try the 50mm lens in there, since last time I had only a telephoto one; and I went those few tens of meters to the old, wet building – if statics came across it, they would probably order us to tear it down.
But they didn’t and the house is still standing, as left in 1990′.

The Kind of Heavenly Marriage

After a year of simple Britain’s procedures when it comes to any official stuff, I almost forgot, how messy it can get around our native governments and laws.
First bad news which stroke me today was the fact that it’s definitely not simple to legalize a British marriage in Czech, although both countries are members of EU and parts of Hague Convention, hence it shouldn’t be a real pain to do stuff between each other – but oh well, at least they don’t insist on dragging my husband from Kuwait to Czech… now. Just tones of papers, translated, stamped and legalized – and than travel to Brno and hope that everything will go through.
Second bad news stroke me a while after that. Well, my paperworks are really just a tiny problem compared to this – Kuwait government refused to legalize British civil marriage. The judge refused the paper, although it was done as the Kuwaiti embassy in Britain demanded; and replied, on my husband’s wonderment, how to make them legalize it after this, that the only way is to sue them.
Yay us. Abood decided to do so – and my holidays in Kuwait swiftly moved to next year – well, hopefully at least that – and my stay in Czech got suddenly prolonged to 2 months. The court process won’t get cheap neither, and there’s still this tiny possibility, that even that ruling will go against us…
My husband seems to reach his boundaries at this summer already, and we are still not even a half way through.
Every time we think, oh, finally, we got it over with, something new stands up and stick right in the middle of our way, and doesn’t make it easy for us to avoid it, jump over, go under, whatever…
So now, what is left? Hope. And our, recently very popular, yet with a bitter taste, saying, that everything, what goes with difficulties, has a greater reward for us… in this case, our marriage is getting heavenly.


This is, officially, our third day in Czech so far. Well, if I may count in the day of our arrival, as it was really just few tired hours before the next day came, indeed. But, oh well – third day.
Dori, my daughter, seems to adapt very quickly, at least when it comes to knowing who will spoil her and allow more things than her bad, bad mama, who tries to say very loud and strict “No,” on most of her demands, such as chocolate during the day just like that, cocoa milk for breakfast instead of our normal custom when she gets it just after the dinner, if she was behaving nicely the whole day and ate her whole dinner; also she knows that random outbursts of crying will now bring her intended attention from at least two people in the house; hence during last ~50 hours I became the least favourited member of the family, who is used only for feeding, peeing and occasional drop of a kiss – so the peeing and feeding won’t accidentally stop.
The three days of our stay are all extremely humid, though. The weather is just like another summer in Czech, with randomly coming storms, shorter or longer ones, often circling over the small area of the little town we are living in, coming to and fro as a mad swing in the wind, so sometimes we have the same storm three times in a row within quite a short period of time, like one or two hours; forcing us to switch on and off our computers and stuff we won’t wanna get fried if so happens that the lightning will hit right our house – or the neighbours, which is, in the end, the same building. It’s been said to me that right few days ago a lightning hit one of the houses in the town and completely burnt all the electronics in the house, and going through cables destroyed even few more PCs, which were still in the net. Hard to know, where lays the real truth, since this is really just a small town and all those sayings and fames spread rather quickly and you know it, one adds that and second this, and the end receiver has a completely different story, a true remake, version not really much believable and true to the original event. So lets say that at least one PC got fried due to an unfortunate yet normal natural event.


So… today, in about half an hour, we (me and my daughter) leave to Czech. Wow, after a year, I don’t even know if I recognize my country anymore. :)
Wish me luck!
(And to my beloved husband, who leaves right after me, tomorrow, back to Kuwait.)
Holidays, thrice hurray.

Myšlenky slunečného dne, tolik netypického pro severovýchodní pobřezí Británie

Když se ráno konečně vyhrabu z útulných hloubek postele, ještě zahřáté teplem těla manžela a jeho vůní, zjistím jedním zběžným pohledem z (jediného) okna obývacího pokoje, že je další slunečný, neuvěřitelně neanglický den. Slunce pere jak o život, nebe azurově modré bez mráčku, všudypřítomný vánek od moře se uklidnil a ve vzduchu je jen nádech soli, který k nám donesli racci bloudící od pár kilometrů vzdáleného pobřeží.
Pohled do nemilosrdného zrcadla mne ovšem ihned ujistí, že nikam mezi lidi dnes nejdu – má hormonální hladina je stálá jak moře před tsunami a s obličejem, který na mně v odrazu šokovaně zírá, mě mezi ostatní lidi nevyženou ani ručně pleteným bičem.
V malé lednici, sedící v rohu kuchyně, nemáme skoro žádné jídlo; ale já radši umřu hlady, než se objevit na veřejnosti s obličejem jak beruška po náletu šíleného malíře – a k niqábu, kousku látky nošené přes nos, jsem se ještě nedostala. S brýlemi je to, koneckonců, nepraktické, pokud nežijete na poušti. Brýle se totiž snadno zamlží a potom jsou vtipy o niqábi řidičkách stoprocentní pravdou.
A doufám, že se k niqábu ani nikdy nedostanu, dokážu si představit Aboodyho křepčícího vedle mne a pokřikujícího na mně “ninja queen”… ne, děkuji. Doma budu.
Po pár hodinách neklidného sezení na gauči je mi mého rozhodnutí líto, musím se jít do koupelny znovu přesvědčit, že bez plného šátku nikam nejdu a ten nenosím, tudíž ne, ne a ne.
Po nějaké chvíli otevřu alespoň všechna okna bytu, dokořán; vůně téměř-léta zaplní byt a já si jdu raději udělat kafe, doufajíc, že vůně mletých zrnek kávy přebije čerstvý vzduch a dá mi zapomenout. Nemožné dny, říkám si, vsadím se, že až zítra vylezeme před dům a zamíříme na Parent-Toddler Group, bude hnusně. Chimney day. Tak je to vždycky, ne?
Nakonec se vzdávám myšlence na slunění se – jak dlouho jsem nevystavila svou bílou, manželem tolik ceněnou pokožku teplým, hřejivým paprskům slunce? Dlouho, dlouho; dva roky nejméně.

Spoiled? // by DarkHoliday

I Keep thinking about stuff. Things that doesn’t matter and has no effect on me what so ever but I cannot help but think about it and wonder. Why!!!!
One of which, and I know this is totally lame and might sound not good but, hey this is my blog, Emo’s, Ive had many discussions with some friends who are not emos cause I have none who are, about the point of it, what is an Emo? I thought it was some kind of animal but i was told it was a group of people who live in sadness and pain.

Who try to kill them selves due to the amount of pain and sorrow they go through. At that point I said heck that must be 90% of the planet. I mean can you imagine how many people have suffered from wars directly or indirectly. Then the shock of truth came when i was told nope its not the people in Iraq who lost loved ones, its not the families of soldiers who were sent to fight a war they did not even know why they are fighting it or based on personal gains, It is not the people who suffered from dictators and torture. It is not.. etc. It is the young people who hate their parents (as far as I know and was told) young people who just hate life because it is boring or what ever. Who listen to sad songs and actually be affected by it and think that the world is not worth living and it is filled with sadness.
I am not judging :P but I was in Kuwait during the invasion by the Iraqi army. I have seen a guy get shot in the head, falls in front of me and breathing his last breath. The sniper comes with his battalion and check if he is dead or alive than hang him in our neighbor hood for 3 weeks. Till his body scent filled the whole area just to show us that they will not think twice about killing us for stupid reasons.
During that time I was 13-14 yrs. I was playing soccer (football to the rest of the world) when 2 soldiers came to me and my friends and said they want to play but we should fallow their rules which are as follow:
If we score we get beaten
If we intercept we get beaten
If you take the ball away we get beaten and if we don’t play we get killed.
Needless to say we played and I got the S… kicked out of me cause i did intercept I did score and I took the ball away. thats when my dad beat the crap out of me, more than the Iraqis did because I risked my life and my fellow Kuwaitis.
I tell you what, If you are an Emo and you think you had it tough Tell me and I promise you that I can prove to you that there are people who suffered more than you and in worse conditions than you and still have a smile on their faces.
Be strong, Life is fun to live but the thing is you get to do it only once (unless you believe in reincarnation). I believe in the saying “if you other people’s misfortune you will see that you have it better than most”.
Oh and just by the by I mean the Emos who try to kill them selves not the ones who have the hair cut and dress like them. If you see that the description of Emo doesn’t fit you that I don’t mean you :P