Predictions, addictions and free choices

A friend of mine posted an article with the catchy title on Facebook. "A PhD with your coffee?" I was immediately interested. After reading it, I was immediately depressed. I could see myself in it - as clear as in the mirror. "Lost Generation" - is it what we are after succeeding at the university? Without a potential of finding a real job? If you told me about Lost Generation few days ago, I would immediately refer to Hemingway. Now I am referring to myself. Is this drive to get as good education as possible already written off? What about the investment into a human capital? Should I try to get a job in a local cafe and become professional in serving coffee before or after I finish my PhD? Those are all the questions which are running through my head and sipping coffee and observing the waiters just doesn't help. I am trying to figure out whether they have a BA in Arts, History or maybe MA in humanities. Or maybe just high school graduation. I am not bold enough to ask. Instead I am trying to take it positively. We all make choices. Each choice has a consequence. And each choice is exactly what we want. So instead of having heavy booths while pursuing a degree in what I like, I chose to enjoy it. Because who says that serving coffee with or without a degree will make me happy? I should enjoy the little perks of my life while I can and start to worry about  paying bills later. Or maybe just next week :) 
You can read full article on The Independent. 

Back to my Saturday's rituals

The city is changing - there're more cars and stress. Less warm days and patience. Leaves on the trees are yellow and there are orange pumpkins everywhere.

People are changing too - they're rushing around in heels and with big bags. Wearing scarfs, hats and cups of hot wine in their hands. 

But something always remains the same. My Saturday's breakfast at the farmer's market, which became our tradition. BIG chocolate or almond croissant and coffee. Can you possibly wish for more? Doesn't matter whether it's summer-spring or autumn, I'll always find it! 

Do you have IT?

Napriek tomu, že v našich krajinách (viď. Česká + Slovenská rep. a Maďarsko) sa pojem "IT-girl" nevyskytuje dlho, nejedná sa o žiadnu novinky. Práve naopak! "IT-girls" tu boli, sú a budú. Ich začiatok sa datuje niekde k zlatým dvadsiatym rokom - pomaly teda budú oslavovať prvé storočie. Definovať samotný pojem "IT-girl" je náročné, nedá sa nájsť v slovníku. Jednoducho TO musíte mať. Pod tým TO ("it") sa môže skrývať nadpozemská krása, odzbrojovací zmysel pre humor, inšpiratívny postoj k životu alebo len nadčasový štýl.  Niekedy je to podobné ako s "x-factorom". Môžete mať silný a krásny hlas ako mala Whitney Houston, ale aj tak súťaž nevyhráte, lebo vám bude chýbať TO. To pravé orechové vďaka čomu vystupujete z radu, fanušíkovia si vás vážia a každý vás chce napodobniť.  Asi najznámejším a zároveň najviac nereálnym "IT-girl" je pre mňa Carrie Bradshaw, ktorá TO má všetko - na nohách lodičky a v ruke martini. Členkami klubu "IT-girls" boli aj Marilyn Monroe alebo Edie Sedgwick. V súčastnosti sa v ňom pohybujú Chloë  Sevigny, Alexa Chung, Olivia Palermo, Sienna Miller alebo Chiarra Ferragni.  L'oreal Professionnel si pre nás túto sezónu tak isto prichystal kolekciu účesov inšpirovaných a určených práve pre "IT-girls". Ambasadorkou tohto projektu sa stala mladá, inteligentná a krásna slovenská spisovateľka Tamara Heribanová, ktorá sa pohybuje v slovenskej smotánke od narodenia, ale aj napriek tomu si zachováva ten správny prístup k životu. A hoci má hlavu v oblakoch, nohy má stále na zemi. Som však presvedčená, že "IT-girls" sa nenachádzajú len na stránkach v časopisoch, kde je najdlhšia veta "info o cene v predajni". Sú to dievčatá, ženy, slečny a dámy, ktoré pracujú, bojujú a milujú všade okolo nás. A možno ich nestretnete každý piatok na párty, a možno nemajú ani značkovú kabelku, ale majú TO, prečo si zaslúžia náš obdiv.
Tamara Heribanová - prvá "IT-girl" L'oreal Professionnel images via 

It starts to be real

Quite frankly, I wasn't expecting this. Frustration. Despair. Hopelessness. In one word: moving. Moving out and moving in. Looking for a flat. Picking the best option. Picking the cheapest one. Picking the pretties one.  After the whole week of answering all sorts of ads and offers - finally it happened. I visited our future apartment just yesterday. It is pretty, has 2 rooms and one kitchen. Even a bathroom! And to all of my surprises it includes washing machine, oven and tv. Because believe me - to have a washing machine is quite a luxury (well, according to all the other flats). In the end I don't know what was I expecting. Don't know why I though it'll be easier. Should have been prepared for it from Berlin. When I spent 2 weeks asking myself why on earth did I come here? To the city where I barely knew someone, where my job was crap and where I couldn't find a place to live?! Well a step at a time. Here I am now. Fighting the same battle in Prague with the slightly difference: I have no crap job. I have no job. YET. But I am sure it's just around the corner :) PS1: Pictures from our flat coming soon! As soon as we decorate it and I bring my whole Blond Amsterdam Collection from home, haha. PS2: Please, find the hidden symbol in this photo, as I was the whole time feeling like a snail without its home. Now it seems that a snail found its home, shell is it.

After

After spending 2.5 hours waiting for the miracle to happen - here is the result. Shorter, healthier and most definitely more fresh!
Those 2 hours were more than rewarding for me. Even though I was going crazy from the constant sitting and waiting, I had a chance to spend it with my hairdresser's daughter - 5 years old girl, dressed up from head to toes in pink (yes, yes, yes - me but little - lol) and she had the most adorable doggie with her - jack russell puppy (yes, little Fikkie - that's for Kitty). The highlight of this cute encounter was when she asked me, whether I was born when there were still back&white movies on tv? I've never felt that old in my life. But luckily, I was born when there were ALREADY normal color movies on tv, 1989 - what a year!
And what about you? Which movies were on telly when you were born? x

Before

Hello you!
Tomorrow is finally the day when I'll have a new haircut. Can't wait for a change! Even thought there's no other big change in my life yet, let it be that the new hair will bring me one :)
Wait for the pictures to come... x

There are mushrooms in the forest!

Hey guys,

weekend is almost here. What are your plans? As this is my LAST holiday weekend at home, I think that I'll just sleep in and have a huge breakfast. And most definitely will have to say good byee to my family. There's nothing tragical about the end of holiday in the end of September. Let's face it, I've been on vacation ever since July. And now, one more positive thing about the whole PhD is that 3-months-long-summer-holidays are waiting for me also the next summer!! Yaay

Anyway, here's what we did last wknd. We went to the forest, had a walk and found some mushrooms! Here they are! BIG oneeees! 

Ok, enjoy for now and take care :)

- my brother with the big mushroom -

- me with the littlest possible -

And now the time is right

I've been waiting the whole summer for the news, which were delivered just yesterday. And so it is that I'll be moving back to the city again. Prague. 

Why? I was accepted for a PhD program, which I am happy, scared and thrilled at the same time. And then again terrified! 

I don't know what I was awaiting to come by this time, but definitely not me going back to school after the whole 3 months of procrastinating and traveling around. 

Oh well, things happen and it is time for me to move on and don't get stuck somewhere between my bed, sofa and tv during my pyjama days. Even tho I'll love those days forever and ever - LOL

Where fairytales come with breakfast

I think that I've already been talking about everything over here. And yet it comes. My favorite place where to hang out, in Kosice. And surprisingly it is not at home in my "so-called-Disneyland-bedroom" - which is Kitty's name for everything glitter-sparkle-and-pink on my table and beyond :)

First time I've explored this place was with my friend Csilla. And ever since I keep coming back. I brought here loads of my friends, my mom included. I just can't get over the style how they serve you a coffee - those little china cups are to die for. Ok, maybe not, but still breathtakingly beautiful. I even went looking for something similar on a local market, but couldn't find anything what would match my imagination. Typical.

Anyway, come and check the place! They even have a library :)

Rozpravkova ranajkaren * Hrnciarska * Kosice

- Kitty and I with our delights on the table -

- me looking happy happy as I found this heaven on Earth here -

How we almost made it to Slovenia but ended up in Slovakia instead

Well, at least that was a plan. But you all know it, how does it go with planning. I could plan whatever I wanted to but some higher power meant us for some completely different adventure. With my family. After Budapest we departed to Kosice - The European Capital of Culture. Yes, I am proud of our little town. We have decided for Kosice because: a.) there is a regular train connection twice a day, which takes only 3.5 hours. Unlike to Slovenia, where a direct train from Budapest departs only twice a week and of course that was kinda crappy for us as Kitty already had her flight back home booked. And yes, there were other options, like for 250 euros through Vienna or for only 50 euros through Zagreb, but that would take more than 11 hours. So yes, now you know why we accidentally ended up in Kosice. b.) There are always empty beds and warm supper on the table waiting for us.

So I took Kitty around my hometown, climbed up the Northern Tower of St. Elizabeth Cathedral, sat her by Sandor Marai statue and brought her to my fav places where to have a cup of coffee.

Voila!

- the view from the top with the State Theater and the park with fountain -

- thank you German tourists for taking picture of us - on the tower -

- the oldest coat of arms in Europe -

- Smelly cat cafe -