tag:dorotkah.blog.co.uk,2009-11-09:/MokoFeed2009-11-09T05:21:29+01:00tag:dorotkah.blog.co.uk,2005-10-20:/2005/10/20/updates~248543/dorotkah2005-10-20T16:01:39+02:002005-10-20T16:01:39+02:00 <p>unbelievable as it may be I am actually writing in my blog. I've got an exam tomorrow, I've been learning and revising and learning and revising again for the last two weeks and if there is anything I hate at the moment it's Stragetic Planning for Global Business. But it seems I have reached some state of inner peace, maybe as a result of a combination of an addictive anti-stress herbal tea, candlelight and incense sticks or maybe just because after two weeks of getting up at 6am my brain is too mashy to worry.<br> I actually can't wait till getting into the exam classroom and sitting down. As weird as it may be it is then that I will feel relaxed. Hopefully I will finish within 2 hours and will go home, and oh, the ecstasy this will give me. to lay down in bed without the characteristics of core competences and strategic architecure elements randomly springing up in my head. who never studied this at HSE will not understand (although it may be quite a similar feeling to preparation for fashion management... just two weeks longer).<br> and the best thing is... I can wake up at 9 on Saturday! or even 10 (not sure my psych would be able to handle that)!<br> but somehow, still it feels like an unreachable dream...<br> "information systems planning in a volatile environment" awaits. I bid you goodbye. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://dorotkah.blog.co.uk/2005/10/20/updates~248543/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:dorotkah.blog.co.uk,2005-09-13:/2005/09/13/imprezy~178754/dorotkah2005-09-13T15:16:16+02:002005-09-13T15:16:16+02:00 <p>czas opowiedziec troche o imprezach. odbywaja sie one najczesciej jak to mozliwe i koncza sie we wczesnych godzinach rannych <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"><br> <a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/d/dorotkah/img/drinking-games.jpg" title="drinking games"><img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/d/dorotkah/img/drinking-games_small.jpg" border="0" alt="drinking games"></a><br> najczesciej gramy w drinking games z rozmych krajow. na zdjeciu powyzej hiszpanska gra ktora przedstawil miguel.<br> <a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/d/dorotkah/img/jane.jpg" title=""><img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/d/dorotkah/img/jane_small.jpg" border="0" alt=""></a><br> Celem gry jest unikniecie kary w postani kielonka.<br> <a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/d/dorotkah/img/IMG_0600.JPG" title="Ida F"><img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/d/dorotkah/img/IMG_0600_small.jpg" border="0" alt="Ida F"></a><br> oczywiscie sudencka impreza nie moze odbyc sie bez powaznych rozmow o zyciu <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>zapraszam rowniez do obejrzenia zdjec innych uczestnikow podobnych imprez: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hse2005/">http://www.flickr.com/photos/hse2005/</a> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://dorotkah.blog.co.uk/2005/09/13/imprezy~178754/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:dorotkah.blog.co.uk,2005-09-07:/2005/09/07/siitsi~168169/dorotkah2005-09-07T21:24:51+02:002005-09-07T21:24:51+02:00 <p>that is a traditional party from Sweden. but the most important part are the songs <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>here they go:</p> <p>YOGI BEAR<br> Yogi Bear<br> I know someone you don’t know<br> Yogi, Yogi<br> I know someone you don’t know<br> Yogi, Yogi bear<br> Yogi, Yogi bear, Yogi, Yogi bear<br> I know someone you don’t know<br> Yogi, Yogi bear</p> <p>Yogi has a little friend,<br> Bobo, Bobo<br> Yogi has a little friend,<br> Bobo, Bobo bear<br> Bobo, Bobo bear, Bobo, Bobo bear<br> Yogi has a little friend<br> Bobo, Bobo bear</p> <p>Bobo likes it from behind<br> Frombi, frombi<br> Bobo likes it from behind<br> Frombi, from behind<br> Frombi, from behind<br> Frombi, from behind<br> Bobo likes it from behind<br> Frombi, from behind</p> <p>Yogi has a girlfriend,<br> Cindy, Cindy<br> Yogi has a girlfriend,<br> Cindy, Cindy bear<br> Cindy, Cindy bear<br> Cindy, Cindy bear<br> Yogi has a girlfriend,<br> Cindy, Cindy bear</p> <p>Cindy likes it up the ass<br> Up the, up the<br> Cindy likes it up the ass<br> Up the, up the ass<br> Up the, up the ass<br> Up the, up the ass<br> Cindy likes it up the ass<br> Up the, up the ass</p> <p>Yogi has an enemy,<br> Ranger, ranger<br> Yogi has an enemy<br> Ranger, ranger Smith<br> Ranger, ranger Smith<br> Ranger, ranger Smith<br> Yogi has an enemy<br> Ranger, ranger Smith</p> <p>Yogi fucks the animals<br> Ani, ani<br> Yogi fucks the animals<br> Ani, animals<br> Ani, animals<br> Ani, animals<br> Yogi fucks the animals<br> Ani, animals</p> <p>NUMBER ONE<br> This is number one<br> And the fun has just begun<br> Roll me over, lay me down and do it again<br> (I like the feeling)<br> Roll me over, in the clover,<br> Roll me over, lay me down<br> And do it again.</p> <p>This is number two<br> And my hand is on her shoe<br> Roll me…</p> <p>This is number three<br> And my hand is on her knee<br> Roll me…</p> <p>This is number four<br> And her clothes are on the floor<br> Roll me…</p> <p>This is number five<br> And the girl is still alive<br> Roll me…</p> <p>This is number six<br> And she’s wild about my tricks<br> Roll me…</p> <p>This is number seven<br> And we feel just like in heaven<br> Roll me…</p> <p>This is number eight<br> And she cries “I cannot wait”<br> Roll me…</p> <p>This is number nine<br> And I take her from behind<br> Roll me…</p> <p>This is number ten<br> And I use my fountain pen<br> Roll me…</p> <p>This is number eleven<br> And she says “again from seven”<br> Roll me…</p> <p>This is number twelve<br> And she says “do it yourself”<br> Roll me…</p> <p>This is number thirteen<br> And we dry ourselves in the curtain<br> Roll me…</p> <p>This is number twenty<br> And my gun is getting empty<br> Roll me…</p> <p>This is number thirty<br> And the story’s getting dirty<br> Roll me…</p> <p>This is number hundred<br> And the neighbours really wondered<br> Roll me…</p> <p>This is number 10 394<br> And she still wants some more<br> Roll me…</p> <p>some more will continue when i have the time to type them up <img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://dorotkah.blog.co.uk/2005/09/07/siitsi~168169/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:dorotkah.blog.co.uk,2005-09-04:/2005/09/04/a_trip_around_helsinki~161998/dorotkah2005-09-04T17:39:24+02:002005-09-04T17:39:24+02:00 <p>Allow me to take you for a short walk around Helsinki, the capital of Finland</p> <p><a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/d/dorotkah/img/IMG_0436.JPG" title="helsinki cathedral"><img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/d/dorotkah/img/IMG_0436_small.jpg" border="0" alt="helsinki cathedral"></a></p> <p><a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/d/dorotkah/img/IMG_0439.JPG" title="monument and helsinki cathedral"><img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/d/dorotkah/img/IMG_0439_small.jpg" border="0" alt="monument and helsinki cathedral"></a></p> <p><a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/d/dorotkah/img/IMG_0440.JPG" title="the view from helsinki cathedral stairs towards the harbour"><img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/d/dorotkah/img/IMG_0440_small.jpg" border="0" alt="the view from helsinki cathedral stairs towards the harbour"></a></p> <p><a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/d/dorotkah/img/IMG_0444.JPG" title="orthodox church"><img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/d/dorotkah/img/IMG_0444_small.jpg" border="0" alt="orthodox church"></a></p> <p><a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/d/dorotkah/img/IMG_0445.JPG" title="the streets of helsinki"><img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/d/dorotkah/img/IMG_0445_small.jpg" border="0" alt="the streets of helsinki"></a></p> <p><a href="http://data1.blog.de/blog/d/dorotkah/img/STA_0447.JPG" title="helsinki harbour"><img src="http://data1.blog.de/blog/d/dorotkah/img/STA_0447_small.jpg" border="0" alt="helsinki harbour"></a></p> <p>That's it for today.<br> <img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://dorotkah.blog.co.uk/2005/09/04/a_trip_around_helsinki~161998/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:dorotkah.blog.co.uk,2005-09-01:/2005/09/01/spotkanie~155294/dorotkah2005-09-01T08:34:27+02:002005-09-01T08:34:27+02:00 <p>wiesz jak to jest spotkac sie z przyjacielem po latach?<br> "co slychac?" wydaje sie takie banalne, przeciez to twoj przyjaciel... problem pojawia sie dopiero wtedy kiedy on nie ma w zwyczaju mowic <img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>ale prawdziwa rozmowa zaczyna sie od jakiejs historyjki, szczerej i smiesznej. potem nagle wszystko wraca na swoje miejsce <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"> jakbyscie widzieli sie dopiero wczoraj <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>tak wlasnie rozmawia sie z przyjacielem, ktory zna zbyt dobrze, ale ufa i znosi humory <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>"przyjaciel to taka osoba, ktora zna nas bardzo dobrze a mimo to nas lubi" <img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://dorotkah.blog.co.uk/2005/09/01/spotkanie~155294/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:dorotkah.blog.co.uk,2005-08-27:/2005/08/27/birthday~146492/dorotkah2005-08-27T21:42:16+02:002005-08-27T21:42:16+02:00 <p>today is my 21 birthday. </p> <p>this time no text messages at midnight, which was a pain cos I cldn't sleep till 4 am! but i spent this time watching dawson's creek.<br> i think it was a good day. well... it still is.</p> <p>mala texted me and got me season 1 dawson's creek dvd <img src="/img/smilies/icon_lalala.gif" alt=":lalala:" class="middle" border="0"><br> sebastianek got me a psychology book and called me <img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0"><br> graham called me and i he got me the 6th Harry Potter book <img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":>>" class="middle" border="0"><br> my bro got me some chocolates<br> my parents got me a digital camera (after all) <img src="/img/smilies/icon_cool.gif" alt="B)" class="middle" border="0"><br> marta was the first to speak to me at 2 am!<br> mike called me and we spoke for 20 minutes<br> marcinek called me<br> marta's family called me<br> robert, dr przybyszewski, maciek, andy i asz wished me a happy birthday on grono<br> piotrek (who i met at the airport) got me "men are from mars and women are from venus" book</p> <p>i hope i didnt forget anyone! a big thank you to all of you! you make my days happy and you bring a smile to my face! :*</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://dorotkah.blog.co.uk/2005/08/27/birthday~146492/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:dorotkah.blog.co.uk,2005-08-26:/2005/08/26/6_days_left~143687/dorotkah2005-08-26T13:53:24+02:002005-08-26T13:53:24+02:00 <p>im back in poland now. its 6 days till i leave for helsinki and then its <img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0">. im starting to get really worried about it <img src="/img/smilies/grayuhoh.gif" alt="U-(" class="middle" border="0">. but at least i have friends i can always count on to laugh at my silly insecure ideas about being not good enough <img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"> (thanks sebus!)<br> it feels a bit like im not gonna come back! i came to visit my uni, saw how everything has changed over the summer. wow <img src="/img/smilies/icon_eek.gif" alt="8|" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>today my 3 top things are:<br> 1. coconut coffee from empik (courtesy of robert)<br> 2. the way sebus talks about the little BLACK one <img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"><br> 3. my ex flat on picassa street in warsaw </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://dorotkah.blog.co.uk/2005/08/26/6_days_left~143687/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:dorotkah.blog.co.uk,2005-08-23:/2005/08/23/przyjaciel/dorotkah2005-08-23T20:30:18+02:002005-08-23T20:30:18+02:00 <p>Poznalismy sie kiedy mialam 12 lat. On mial wtedy 13 i byl duzo ode mnie wyzszy. Tanczyl ze mna do kazdej wolnej piosenki na kolonijnych dyskotekach. Kiedy zrozpaczona po klotni ze znajomym oznajmilam, ze nie chce juz tam byc, ze chce wyjechac, on uderzyl piescia we framuge swoich drzwi. Bylam na niego taka wsciekla kiedy robiac mu zimne oklady probowalam zmniejszyc opuchlizne! Grajac w badmingtona spiewalam pod jego oknem "Kubus Puchatek, Kubus, i jutro i dzis, i ja i moj puchaty mis".<br> Zobaczylismy sie znowu po roku. Duzo rozmawialismy, wyglupialismy sie korzystajac z wloskiego slonca. mial wtedy bardzo krotko sciete wlosy i z zapalem czytal jakas ksiazke. Chyba wtedy zaczelismy sie przyjaznic.<br> Widywalismy sie w miare mozliwosci, kiedy przyjezdzalam z Bydgoszczy. Potem byly "nasze wakacje". Niezapomniane chwile <img src="/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":DD" class="middle" border="0"> Pamietam nawet jak mowil mi kiedy siedzielismy w amfiteatrze, ze "nie chce ICH poznac". Jednak taka indywidualistka jak ja nie mogla go posluchac! Nagral mi na kasecie "Jedwab", piosenke ktora uslyszalam w Tawernie <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"><br> Potem widywalismy sie rzadziej, mieszkalam bardzo bardzo daleko. Kiedy przyjezdzalam dzwonilam do niego i spotykalismy sie nad rzeka. On mogl godzinami sluchac tego co mowilam!<br> Kiedys udalo mi sie go namowic na bardzo dluga rozmowe w moim pokoju przy piosenkach Varius Manx. Uzmyslowilam sobie wtedy, ze nic o nim nie wiem. Nic!<br> Bardzo chcialam zeby zaprosil mnie na studniowke. Tylko, ze ja zupelnie na to nie zasluzylam, bylam wrecz wredna. Przez caly czas bylam wredna!<br> Az w koncu zorientowalam sie, ze nie rozmawialismy od ponad roku. I bardzo za nim tesknie! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://dorotkah.blog.co.uk/2005/08/23/przyjaciel/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:dorotkah.blog.co.uk,2005-08-19:/2005/08/19/ostatni_weekend/dorotkah2005-08-19T22:20:11+02:002005-08-19T22:20:11+02:00 <p>byc moze brzmi to troche jak tekst stracenca ale to rzeczywiscie bedzie moj ostatni weekend w stanach. fajnie tu. zawsze jest fajnie jezeli sa ludzie z ktorych mozna sie posmiac i ludzie z ktorymi mozna sie posmiac <img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"><br> nastepny weekend bedzie weekendem urodzinowym. jakos ostatnio przestal to byc "wyjatkowy" dzien. przypuszczam ze bedzie bardzo normalny. rano pojade na lotnisko, potem cala uwaga skupi sie na tacie (zreszta slusznie skoro mama nie widziala go od paru miesiecy<img src="/img/smilies/icon_exclaim.gif" alt=":!:" class="middle" border="0">) a reszte dnia spedze w samochodzie. chyba wolalabym przespac ten dzien. tak zeby sie obudzic juz w niedziele i przynajmniej nie miec poczucia ze znow jestem o rok starsza.<br> natomiast jeszcze nastepny weekend spedze juz w helsinkach. na duchu podtrzymuje mnie mysl ze ci wszyscy ludzie tam beda jechali na dokladnie tym samym wozku co ja. troche tak jak pierwszego dnia na wspizie. wtedy nie wyszlo tak zle <img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>hmmmm... gdyby nie tamten pierwszy dzien... wszystko byloby takie inne. przede wszystkim nie byloby mnie tu. no bo po co mialabym jechac do stanow gdyby nie lekka depresja mojej soulmate? <img src="/img/smilies/graysmilewinkgrin.gif" alt=";D" class="middle" border="0"><br> bedzie dobrze, oh yes it will! <img src="/img/smilies/grayyes.gif" alt=":yes:" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://dorotkah.blog.co.uk/2005/08/19/ostatni_weekend/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:dorotkah.blog.co.uk,2005-08-18:/2005/08/18/top_10/dorotkah2005-08-18T21:50:59+02:002005-08-18T21:50:59+02:00 <p>what do i like today?<br> 1. starbucks' carmel macchatio<br> 2. peter pan's tinkerbell<br> 3. water bras<br> 4. super soft socks<br> 5. vanilla scented shaving gel<br> 6. dove firming cream<br> 7. tampax scented pearl tampons<br> 8. kellog's special k red berries<br> 9. homemade salsa<br> 10. dr pepper </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://dorotkah.blog.co.uk/2005/08/18/top_10/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:dorotkah.blog.co.uk,2005-08-17:/2005/08/17/courses/dorotkah2005-08-17T21:58:00+02:002005-08-17T21:58:00+02:00 <p>so today i decided what courses im gonna take in helsinki. to be honest it was decided last week but today i sent the info to viivi niini. dont ask. i dont quite remember what i chose which might suggest my ignorance... or sclerosis <img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>i went shopping today. although its not a thing i do very often sometimes i just have this incredible need to spend money. always wisely though<img src="/img/smilies/icon_exclaim.gif" alt=":!:" class="middle" border="0"> i remember when i really felt like buying myslef sexy underwear. it was when daniel told me he wasnt interested anymore. i bought white thong with blue and white flowers. really sexy! its not like im a shopping freak. far from it. but sometimes u just need something that will make u feel like a million $ <img src="/img/smilies/grayyes.gif" alt=":yes:" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://dorotkah.blog.co.uk/2005/08/17/courses/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>