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22 July 2008
I have a rather unfavourable work-life balance. Currently. Ceteris paribus, God knows why.
Is it cognitive dissonance when you keep mumbling "is everyone f****ing nuts" and "why is nobody calling".
Doctor refuses tifus vaccination for vacation adventure. Just get STRONG alcohol before each meal, and you'll be fine. Sure, but it will be a whole different adventure:-))
I thought a tree camp will be fine for the safari. You know, when the camp is on trees. So no lions can come TOO near. But then the camp advertises itself by tree climbing lions?? What??
And I find out that my very trendy-urban-single breakfast, coffee with vitamins is totally counterproductive...
And Murphy's rule. Sexy knickers on, no action. Ugly knickers on, things start to unfold very spontaneously.
Chi was free flowing in the Japanese restaurant...after a considerable amount of sake...but is it unstylish to throw up on sushi.
My friend bought a new cat. So that the old cat has someone to play with. At the moment all they play is fightclub. No rules. And lot's of blood.
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9 July 2008
Today it's not me writing....See, it is a very interactive blog.
I let my lovely clients do the talking:-)).
Especially so, when they say such nice things about me....I really don't deserve it....Thank you so much!! |
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8 July 2008
Hungary does indeed produce some great things. Sometimes.
I'm in love. With her voice. Or with her??
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| The fabulous destiny of Amélie |
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7 July 2008
Did you notice that I only comment on positive client experience?
After bad ones I just pop two Xanax.
Just kidding:-)). Or not?
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6 July 2008
There's something natural in the way you touch me
It's a feeling that I can't describe
Something mystic in that soul connection
Something magic in your misty eyes.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
The magic moments in life worth living for.
The. Best. Ever.
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5 July 2008
Gay pride today. Thought I pop out and see if a nice lesbi girl is perhaps genuinely interested in ME:-)).
But all I could find was a trashy latent gay homophobic crowd throwing eggs and stones at the scared participants.Surrounded by special forces and tear gas.
I always suspected I was born in the wrong country. How very sad.
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3 July 2008
What's this crazy thing about leggings underneath your miniskirt. And when your man strips you off your skirt you stand there in your leggings? Ehhh?
I get sooo nervous when a goodlooking man is starring at me in public. Underneath I'm a shy little girl. I think.
No blog writing at night time. I keep going between the fridge and my laptop waaaay too much.
Why is the waiter shocked when I ask for a Mojito after lunch?
Figured out how NOT to get back to smoking. I'll ask for Gauloises. Surely won't be able to pronounce it. Even for the 5th attempt. And don't wanna look like a fool.
Plus majority of my savings over the past years are because I quit smoking.
What shall I take after two redbulls, two double coffees and a tea to wake up for my 2 pm meeting.
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1 July 2008
I like friends whom I have chosen much more than friends who have chosen me. I think I trust my judgement more.
I want a pink bikini. No luck. Maybe I buy a red one and just be very patient?
The T-shirt I found for my jogging session today had the WTC on it. A bit outdated?
Whenever my friends ask if I have money I say no. Either they want to lend or borrow, it is a safe bet.
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30 June 2008
1. I love MEN, all shapes and sizes. ALL age groups. It is the chemistry that matters. So, would all lovely gentlemen over 40 and 50 please come forward?:-)))
2. I don't visit hotels. But not because I'm lazy. Hotel staffs regularly harass and humiliate working girls, which I experienced several times, including being asked for my ID, various intimidation, trying to get money out of me and putting clients into a difficult situation.
Having worked as an attorney for several years, trust me, I do dress and behave in the most appropriate way. It is irrelevant. They will still do it. Due to envy, power game and financial gain.
For both of us' benefits I invested heavily into client satisfaction. That's why I provide a car pick up and a lovely flat a few blocks from main hotels, packed with drinks, a selection of music and luxury lingerie. Thus both of us are safe, discreet and comfortable.
And when other ladies say they never had a problem, let me just quote a gentleman friend: "Abbey, you look like a million dollars, sure they will pick on YOU."
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29 June 2008
Felicidades, Espana!!
Beautiful game.
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28 June 2008
Still not sure about the ginny pig...
After 1 deviant rabbit, 1 depressed cat, and 1 multiple personality disorder dog who died on me before reaching puberty, shall I or shall I not.
I was told women are like shareware. Limited time free use / best functions blocked / and keep harassing you for registration.
Sometimes the anatomy atlas I borrowed ten years ago comes very handy.
Which one is better. Pseudo lesbian or pseudo intellectual escorts. Or the ones who mix it.
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22 June 2008
In my age other girls pester their boyfriends for a baby. I keep agonising if I should buy a ginny pig.
Now I know one carreer where women have equal opportunities. Alcoholism. And never too late to start.
Went to Tesco. Based on what I found in my boot aftwerwards, I'm an ideal customer in the 6-12 year old target group.
My work flat is now just a nice walk away. But the way there! Full of risks... Ice cream stand, pizza stand, Chinese restaurant.
What do you do when after two hours of hectic curling, drying and styling your hair looks exactly like you just got out of bed.
I still went to the party. Wonder why I don't have a boyfriend.
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21 June 2008
Wohoo....70% of my clients are below 30. Sometimes I need to check their ID to see if they are not underage. Sooooo much fun and such good laughs....
Viva summer, viva spirit, viva sex.
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18 June 2008
This pin was sold at the Republican state convention.
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Hehe. But by analogy now it should be called The Redneck House, no?
I Luv Ya Obama. And Snoop Dog for vice president:-))
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18 June 2008
Heureka. Finally found a wonderful swimming pool.
So after years staying away from water (I do wash from time to time) I am on the way to become a pool babe...
It is a VERY expensive hobby though. I told you I was a cheapskate. But EUR 25 for a swim??
Your donations are welcome:-))
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16 June 2008
My clients have a sense of humour.
And they do care about my well-being.
As a reply to my 9 June entry I got this reply: I'll buy you the audio book, but is there one that will "do the job" especially well? :-)) |
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15 June 2008
When you live life no time to blog.
Today total silence. Finally. So it's only me and my sofa and great books and great music and perhaps go for a swim later. Or not. I love my life.
No sex in Sex and the City??! Very, very disappointed. That was the whole point, no? But cool that the girls never seem to do any work.
Just like me. But why is everyone I meet asking me what I do for a living??
Is it just that people are curious if a beach blonde with no brain cells has any marketable know-how?
Dunno. I think I do have some marketable know-how. Like my two university degrees and capital markets experience blow job.
And I met the alterego of Kevin Bacon. Twenty years younger. With a body to die for. And a sex drive on the level of a supersonic fighter jet. See what professional sports can do to you. Baby, this is not meant to be a complaint:-))) When do I see you again??
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10 June 2008
My once peaceful home, the main boulevard is slowly (but agressively) turning into an upper class shopping horror.
Gucci, Louis Vuitton and designer Ikeas open every day. I start feeling that I don't fit in. The thing is I'm not a Gucci girl. But a real cheapskate.
I would really hate if a friend sit on my EUR 10K white sofa with red wine in hand, while his puppy is chewing on my EUR 2K Gucci shoes.
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My new second home has retina scanner level security. Guess no more quickie in the elevator:-)).
And my new neighbour fell over at the corridor when he first saw me:-))
And the building has Pilates and Yoga rooms. Ok, I get the message. Time to say good-bye to my pizza boy, who now simply says "it's me" on the gate buzzer. |
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9 June 2008
This voice gives me instant orgasm.
Can someone back in England pls buy me one of his audio books?
I'll be much obliged.
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9 June 2008
All good things in life happen to me when I'm naked.
Me and my treadmill are good friends. Really nice sitting on it with a beer in my hand.
There are two applicants for boyfriend position.
I don't even have an opening. Lived happily without one for five years. Not going to start it now.
One of them has a great ass though...
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8 June 2008
I have a new place. With air-conditioner. Not very environment conscious, I know.
But revolutionising my sex life. No more steamy sessions with sweat dripping down my face and sweaty bodies wrapping around each other.
I'll miss it.
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29 May 2008
The best cure against depression?
Get yourself an Amorozo Italiano.
You know...Doooon't talk just kiss.... Right Said Fred. |
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28 May 2008
Can books kill?
I keep them on the floor next to my bed. As a STRONG reminder to read them.
So now I fall over them every time I get out of the bed. And the pile is growing. Will break my neck one day. But still don't read.
And my seemingly durable dyslexia is now seriously hampering my verbal IQ. My once impressive lexical knowledge is now below sublexical.
But smoking definitely kills. I keep getting the nicotine urge. Big flashbacks. Cigi with coffee. Cigi with phone chat. Cigi with cocktail. Cigi with tea. Cigi with cigi...cigi with cigi....
But no-no. 3 years I've been clean. And want, wish, demand, force to stay like that. I'm strong.... I'm a good soldier.... I'm strong....
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25 May 2008
Gave my antisocial misanthropy a kick. Decided it was party time.
In one club I saw so many beautiful boys, my jaw dropped. And stayed like that for one full hour. There is God.
But with my poor flirting skills I'll surely die lonely.
Plus everyone thought I was drunk/shy/handicapped/retarded/or all of these.
I kept staring at the floor. Designer flooring doesn't particularly facilitate walking in high-heels without getting stuck in a gap every three seconds. So I had two choices. Looking cool and elegant and fall over non-stop. Or look dodgy and pathetic but survive without breaking another toe.
But some day I will surely go back. And appear sophisticated. And mystical.
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23 May 2008
Please DON'T call me at 4 am. The first thing coming to mind is a bloody picture with ambulance and hospital. Thank u.
Popped into Ikea for some bulbs. Came out with a whole truck of junk. All colour coordinated. Of course.
I was told I am certainly not the W.I.F.E (Washing Ironing Fucking Etc.) type. And why???
But I was also told I have the va va voom. So we're cool.
I've seen in two top girls' blog that they have birthdays in May. Me too.
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23 May 2008
When is the right time to go on holiday??
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22 May 2008
I never write about alcohol, drugs and/or sex. Ok, rarely. I'm a lady.
But God, did I have the orgasm of the century.
I'll throw away my Xmas special lipstick vibrator. And start saving to book some sessions with Mr Magic Lover Sex God instead.
And he even wrote a wonderful review about me. Life is beautiful.
Can I be your sex slave when I retire.
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21 May 2008
What does it say about my personality that I found a book in my fridge.
Third time I went to the new flashy restaurant in the neighbourhood. Michelin star chef.
First time I thought I ordered something too plain. Second time still thought it was my poor choice.
But when Veronica bought me birthday dinner, and she almost died when chuckled on their awful dry duck, so I needed to rescue her with my Coke Zero, I thought there may be a fundamental problem.
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19 May 2008
Well, I knew that one day a man will walk through my door who resembles ALL physical features genetically coded deep inside my subconscious to be totally and ultimately my type.
Not only beautiful, he drives my favourite car. Has a dress sense. And tends to be refreshing and crazy.
Well, the rest have to remain a mysterie.
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19 May 2008
People tell me all the time I have the lips of Scarlett Johansson....
Dunno.....Perhaps they mean the size.....
And somebody also mentioned on C69 I "have a big mouth". But I guess he meant something else:-))
Pic 1 - Scarlett, Pic 2 - Abbey
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18 May 2008
"Hey, I'm a beach guy, flip-flops are cool" - he said. That's what I call gentleman.
And a big thank you to all you gentlemen who did not mind.
My broken little toe is now recovering. Don't ask... And hallelujah. And no more flip-flops.
To celebrate off I went for a little shoe shopping. Back into femme fatale mode. Full scale.
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16 May 2008
What's your story? He asked. Without warmup.
Well, do I want to go back to a multinational, chained to my workdesk in an office looking like an LA police station, the cleaning staff being my only friend at 3 am every morning.
Kissing asses all the way up, several years and two heart attacks later you finally reach the top....when your job gets outsourced to India.
Plus, I fall in love once in every ten years. For about a week. As I recall my past relationships, they seem to show one clear pattern. Man tortured me for a short period of time, hated me, then was out of the door with the greatest urgency.
That's my story. So now show me the cash.
Now little things like a neighbour smoking weed can make me happy.
Is it the pensioner above me? She's all smiles. Though I smiled too last time I had some on stock. Burned off my eyelashes. Plus my curtains. Can somebody show me how to roll them up properly. Thanks.
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12 May 2008
Local politics = hardcore psychothriller, on better days a Shakespearean drama. Killer instincts surfacing.
Hungary = once a promising emerging market. Then a great potential converging market.
Now = a no future mayhem. Total moral, intellectual, economic downhill. Or Benny Hill. Or nihil. As you like.
Lesson from Slovakia = take a strong, committed government, not afraid to take drastic measures i.e. lose popularity i.e. lose next election.
Launch a straightforward, full scale reform program impacting the overall economy from its roots. Introduce flat tax.
Reap the benefits of high growth, high ranking on investors' radar, better wages, being a flagship new Euro country, and the hope which comes with it.
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12 May 2008
What's this bullshit my broker telling me.
Ten years no change. Chavez runs a drug state, authorities directly involved in sales and let third of Columbian cocaine smuggled through.
Chavez supports guerillas with money and arms and promises a share in the country's oil business.
US NOW wants to place Venezuela on its list of countries supporting terrorism. US imports 12% of its oil from Venezuela. Venezuela may cut off its oil supply.
How many times did we hear this?
Venezuelan oil will find its way to the US through middle men, whatever happens. Chavez will stay in place, whatever happens.
Oil prices down when dollar up. That easy. The high negative correlation coefficient between oil and dollar, driven by distinct economic and monetary factors, is proven. Don't they teach that in business school any longer.
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29 Apr 2008
Why can't I wear black for the white party. White makes me look fat.
Guess Depeche Mode club is still an option.
Emergency contract drafting for a friend (yes, occassionally still practising) when open my naked pictures. Ehmmmm....I go and put my head in the oven á la Sylvia Plath.
How come I live between two bookshops and I only visit them for coffee. I used to read three books a week. Now one book in three months. When is the next casting for Baywatch.
Ugly betty buys whipped cream and condom in my corner shop. I buy a mega box of chocolate cookies and XXL vodka. Who's gonna have fun tonight.
My birthday approaching. Yet again the 22nd.
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28 Apr 2008
Which charity shall I support, the Foundation for Malnourished Children, or the Foundation Against Childhood Obesity. Big dillema.
My friends are getting engaged. Good for them. Brave enough to take the first step towards divorce.
What exactly is the Current Consistent Consensual Conclusion about my performance. My appraisal ranges from 4 to 10. (Well, including the ones written by competitors). I'm a total roller coaster ride.
Whereas other ladies' positive aura and radiating personality consistently hits the maximum tick on the reviewers' secret pocket Geiger-Müller counter.
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27 Apr 2008
Off to holiday soon. Business is evaporating rapidly due to coalition crisis i.e. country on the verge of collapse. Slowly the only person I can show off my fabulous lingerie is my doctor.
The plan for this year is a safari. Hidden agenda is to seduce my travel partner in the desert, talk him into an impulse wedding in a remote honeymoon paradise, feed him to the lions the next day, and claim his insurance plus half of his assets. I hear his business is doing well.
Although he's leveraged up to his neck. So I might end up repaying vast amounts of mortgage instead. I need to run this through again.
I was told female blogs can easily be identified by their must have elements, namely shopping, extreme emotions and romantic thoughts. So this blog is written by....
A bright idea for a genetically modified perfect new president with only pros and no cons:
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21 Apr 2008
Brain cells keep dying. Fat cells keep growing. Day-by-day.
I'm too skinny anyway. And too opinionated. So finally will reach equilibrium.
Our much hated female healthcare minister gets sacked. Reporter asks where did you get the news. She says was having breakfast in Paris. Did you finish it. Yes, I did, then popped out for a little shopping to find a suitable dress for my exemption ceremony.
Stuffing our face and shopping are indeed the magic cure. Best kept female secret. And the best ever pain killer:-)).
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20 Apr 2008
Get busted with style. My favourite CNN presenter Richard Quest was arrested in Central Park with meth in his pocket, "a rope around his neck that was tied to his genitals, and a sex toy in his boot".
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I love this guy, he's one big adrenaline rush (well, that's explained by crystal meth), Jewish, gay and pathologically hyperactive. For years I woke up to his market news and left home with a big smile. Why does he need counselling? :-))
Watching the German X-factor for a few minutes was quite amuzed that out of the 8 finalists 6 was of various Croatian, Persian, Turkish, Slavic etc. origin. Where are all the Germans?
Or is it true then that the new hip cosmopolitan place is Germany? Should I relocate? Cheaper than London and seems to be fun.
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12 Apr 2008
My dear friend. Posting fake bad reviews on anonymous websites is great fun, I know.
Keep doing it, so I need to cut my cost base and will provide incall in a district where one cannot walk around after dark without a justified fear of losing a kidney. Then I will invite you to visit me, but will only be available after midnight, and will keep my entrance door firmly shut.
Another, I take more articulate, solution is to use my savings for an expensive internet security advisor. I hear they can track you down even if you are sending signals from Mars.
Next time you feel all that graphomania overpowering you, I suggest you sit down and compose a new piano etude. |
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10 Apr 2008
A friend of mine was stealing wifi for months from one of his neighbours and laughed at everybody who paid for it. Now I hear the named connection is password protected and the username is "fuck you, no free internet".
My lovely city, Budapest is slowly becoming its own parody. Before I'm heading to Tesco I need to check my GPS for routes without civil unrest and major police deployment. It is one big stand-up comedy, where certain people, in certain places, without any wit, try to entertain a big audience for free, with their politically non-correct views.
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31 March 2008
Along the lines of Hugh Hefner's credo "unleash your bunny"...well, indeed I did. You can see the outcome in my new gallery.
Was trying to be a bit more experimental this time. Splendid lingerie, but also more flesh and vivid colours. Hope you like it:-))
And by the way, my photographers all said hardly any retouch was needed. Seems like my Spring lifestyle change is working...
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30 March 2008
Knowledgeable friend says protein rich diet is a better approach than two hours training daily and no food. Well, I thought women fascinated by eating protein are either desperate to save their marriage or to get good escort reviews.
Instead, I try my new chocolate-fudge body scrub. Can you blame me if I lick it all off.
How come everyone is holidaying in Thailand, keeping three mistresses with expensive habits and buying new properties while complaining about last year being really bad for business. Is nonsense genetically coded or can you grow into it...
My 2008 horoscope introduced a new mantra. "Exciting challenges" in your professional life, six times. Woohoo. Excite me. And challenge me. Multiple times. Pleeeeease.
I saw a cat at the pet exhibition today. He was 17. And no driver's licence yet?
Tonight I wanna be perverted. Art movie, punk concert, and cheap cuvée. Or even better, a contemporary dance company with naked male dancers in psychedelic lights. That will do.
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12 March 2008
Spring renewal. Diet, gym, diet, gym. 5 kgs off right away. Welcome a brand new me. Lean is lovely.
Slight problem only. A sip of champage with a client and I fell asleep instantly. Ok, nearly. Two minutes after he was out of the door:-))
Weight watch and booze, big no-no.
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4 March 2008
Illness or wellness. Which way are we gonna go. Wellness it seems.
I promise from now on ONLY positive posting. It will be a shorter blog, but MUCH better.
Why is it that after some serious thinking you go for the name of a likeable person or pet around the house as your password. To be on the safe side, you add your birthday. Guaranteed security.
I learned a new American term. Tramp stamp. Apparently means a big size tatoo around the female waist line. 80% of the East-European escorts and generally girls have one. Well, I don't:-))
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3 March 2008
Why is it that due to some new luxury residential block construction they kill half of the forest. Isn't that the only reason why people buy into it?
My reviewers say I have a complicated personality. So now I'm putting all effort to remain quiet, unopinionated, shy, no verbal input, no verbal presence. A real blonde. As if I'm not there.
I particularly like the long silent pauses, when I don't bring up a new topic and the man struggles to find anything to say. But I'm sure now I will score 10/10 like some super escorts.
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3 March 2008
A client said he likes girls who take "Vitamin C" for a date. They apparently are more wild. Sure, fueling a severe Vitamin C habit is a good way to become desperate.
And you know the joke, what do they say in Jamaica when the weed run out. What is this shit music?!
In the meantime, the newest Soap Opera in Hungarian history is ongoing. Things are heating up. Voting, healthcare reform, tutorial fees. "Our future is about to start". Yeahhhh, right.
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26 Feb 2008
I did not write too much in February as I was:
a) too busy with bookings
b) away skiing
c) lying flat in my bed and in hospital with a debilitating pain, seriously reconsidering my world view and making me realise how beautiful life is when normal.
Only one of them is the right answer, but my availability for the next few days is yet nonetheless limited:-))
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17 Feb 2008
To cheer myself up on this cold, boring Sunday afternoon, I compiled a list of my all time favourite actors... The sexiest men alive...
Seems like I have a strong preference for Brits. And noone can accuse me of being an ageist. My all time love Jeremy is 60 this year. And seems like I do tend to like very tall, skinny men, off-mainstream, with pretty but avantgarde, decadent, artistic features, longish hair and a deep, articulate voice.
I had only one boyfriend up to now who resembled these features. But did not last very long. Unfortunately. Not being very lucky.
So, here is my list.
1. Jude Law
2. Jeremy Irons
3. Edward Norton
4. Matthew Macfadyen
5. Richard E. Grant
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15 Feb 2008
Sometimes I would want to be invited to the Bilderberg conference. Sometimes I can't give a f**k about anything.
A young doctor says that an opinion poll at the university shows that 75% of medical graduates want to find a job abroad. Nice. Headhunters are already all over the university. Our social insurance scheme is not only collapsing, soon we won't even have emergency professionals.
Well, this is also a country where the minimum wage is below EUR 300 (the EU average is between EUR 500 and 1,500) and where people compensate their lost income by taking loans. Taking steroids is as grand scale as crystal meth in Thailand, and as there is no money for antidepressants, there is a minimum of 30 suicide attempts on a daily basis.
And something upbeat now, well, some of our neighbours' GDP growth is over 10%:-)).
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8 Feb 2008
When I don't write for a few days, readership goes up exponentially. Who understands this. Do people check back more often when no post...
A new skill I picked up from my girlfriend. Breaking into a big bright smile takes you through the shit times. It protects you from kicks. Lends you instant charm. And buys you affection.
Well, I capitalise on it very often these days.
I've seen an article trying to look for excuses why the porn and sex industries are so developed in my beautiful country.
Well, apart from general economic hardship, things certainly work slightly different East from river Elba. No community and religious ties, family disintegration, and the decline of morals certainly lead to a lack of personal accountability and an individualist approach. Beside, a long history of treating our women bad made women more adaptable, resistant, tough and creative, and developed survival skills unknown in other parts of the world. |
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1 Feb 2008
I still owe you the stories about our big night out a few week-ends ago with Veronica. The highlights:
Two guys with short legs repeatedly attempting to unarticulately illustrate what various amphetamine substances can do to your brain. Nowhere to hide.
50 meter queue at the female bathroom. Inside series 2 of freaks anonymus, full scale psychoanalytical debate about if she should or should not break up with the loser.
One guy trying to perform yoga exercises to make an impression, if I understood his moves correctly.
One-night-stand trying to upgrade his ticket to two-nights.
Numerous bullshit generators surrounded by bright-eyed girls.
Cokehead expats on a pick-up cruise, dragging their newly acquired long legged minors around.
Growing passive agression. Not a single bright spot in the darkness. Total mental pollution.
And all this handled with a stoical zen peace of mind.
And still better than daylight in the city. With homeless hordes, alcoholics, and traffic jam.
And no, I'm not depressed:-))
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31 Jan 2008
First I freaked out.
Then I tried to understand how they work.
Now I just have a selective dyslexia.
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24 Jan 2008
What a coward.
When I worked on the market, I knew the rules of the game. Corporate management, research, traders and investors are glued together by one single integration factor. Lies.
But in this business....only one side is allowed to lie.
And it sucks. I suck.
I miss having a dog. They are so lovely... when I leave my phone in the flat and go back, he's so happy to see me again as if I went to Africa for six moths and just returned.
Also, isn't there a saying that I wish I was the great person my dog believes I am. So true.
I need to buy a new bed for my work flat. Just scared that I will need 48 hours and an IQ test to put together the 87 little pieces and when I screwed everything into place it turns out that it's all in the wrong direction, so I have a coffee, a tranquilizer, and start all over.
I hate people who chat or post on forums. But I don't know if their stupidity is the reason or the cause.
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