selling

I realize now people in my life, the people with whom I interact are evrything but normal. Ordinary.
We have two sides.
On one side rich young corporatives and counterparts. With them you don't drink cheap and you don't do cheap drugs. With them I feel like in Beigebeder's book.
On the other side we have multi-culti commiunity of young and more or less prominent artist. Architects, designers, hispters.
Sometimes I feel like I'm part of something big with them. People with whom I recently interacted are in other group. Little by little I find my self sharing more and more of common interests.
But none of these groups of people, none of those people is capable of shedding new light into my life.
I still don't know what to do with my career.
I feel I don't quite belong anywhere.

suicide blonde

Or how in the world did I manage to fall in love with my best friend?
No, I haven't suddenly decided to change my sexual orientation.
It was conclusion after seeing another conference, another trip he will attend.
The fact alone reminded me of how my I. lives for pas 4 years. Conferences, trips, escape.
I'm aboslutely convinced rigt now that they are so alike.
And that tought makes me restless. I know her. And if he's like her.. it will pose problem for me.
It's one thing to tolerate things to your friends. Their nightmares, their escapes, their happiness... but it's entirely antoher thing to tolerate that in love interest. It's entirely another thing to be aware of how unimportant you are.
Do I even dare to hope after the realisation dawned?
Maybe.
Knowing her.

fashion faux-pas

Ok, before you star to yell at me, I AM a girl.
Who is more or less fashino obsessed.
Coming to Blava is like coming to Zg at least two years ago. And they have H&M. H&M is one of companies that can give you some fashion sense, even if you are color blind, deaf and utterly hopeless.
Or so I tought.
But it'a just not working.
Remember croatian coast in summer? Funny stockings on sandals, godforbidugly combinations?
Yep. That's Blava for you.
Even if it's looking alright, you can bet girls will ruin it with something. Impossible color match, shose-from-hell, or maybe newest version of in-tha-hood-girl.
About older people I will not spend another word. Perm and red with blonde will be the only ones.
Curiosly men don't seem to have problems about dressing up.

mon dieu!

I'll be short.
My roomates are pigs.
Not the actual people I'm living with, but the girls in the corridor.
Explanation as it follows.
I've never been too orderly person. My room is mess more than in order, but my bathroom and watercloset are squeaky clean.
I just go with my grandmother's favourite proverb: " Bathroom is only place in the hous where you cannot enter with guest". It's true. It HAS to be clean. Not for the guests, but for your own personal health and hgyene.
For 5 weeks here I'm battling battle lost in advance.
Girls are simply - pigs.
No, I'm not talking about hair in the sink, that's survivable.
I'm talking about walking in shoes (ergo the muddy floor), washing dishes (we have huge kitchen 4 doors down the hall) and throwing remains of the food in the sink, and last (but not least) pissed toilet.
Yes, it's 21's century and people are not yeat quite adapted to that grand novelity called toilet.
Or toilet culture for that matter.
Slowly, but surely I'm gong insane. I don't want to be brutal but it's really disgusting.
In next 3 months I'm going to start with killing people.
To hell with pacifism and diplomacy!
This means (toilet) war!