Stupid girl

 

 

 

Go to 23rd floor, you’ll find her there,
enjoying the view with too much time to spare.
Looking around to sit down on a chair.
Sun cream? Ah, who does really care!

What happened to the dreams of a pale and white?
Her t-shirt’s getting wet and her jeans are getting tight.
With her headphones in, music playing loud,
she closes her eyes, drifts off and she’s kind of proud.

Where, oh where, has the sun cream gone?
Oh, where, oh where could it be?

Maybe if I lay like that, just for a minute on my back.
My skin will turn to black, I don’t wanna be a sunburned girl.

But I am!! And it hurts like hell!! No need to mention that I look like a monster. Not the kind from fairytales, a really scary one that could be a motivational speaker for all the other monsters from the land of Ugly and Scary. Buahahaaa … Now would probably be a good time to focus on my inner beauty, my divine soul, pure spirit and all that crap.

If nothing else, I have a good opening line to start a conversation with whomever I want. “You’re looking at me, right? Yeah, it’s a new thing I’m trying out here. You know how you go to the 23rd floor to enjoy the view, maybe sit down for a while and relax? Well, that’s too boring, too regular. I was thinking, instead of ‘a while’, why not laying down with your headphones in and some really nice music playing, drifting off for about 5 hours, preferably between, 11am and 4pm? Doesn’t that sound like super fun? And the pain is nearly worth mentioning if you think about all the looks you’ll be getting … Yeah, I know. Too extreme for you. You know what, if you change your mind, call me!”

Maybe Pink will decide to recycle her Stupid girls and make a new cover – Sunburned dumbass.

Btw, this is me today. First aid. Plain yogurt. Trust me, it looks even worse without it!! And for all of you wondering – No, i haven’t moved to Nigeria or made a trip to the Sun, still in NYC.

 

Cirila, pogresali te bomo!

So ljudje, ki oplazijo s svojim obstojem,

ljudje, ki pustijo odtis.

Ljudje, ki iz svilenih niti spletajo varno zavetje, ki ujame,

ko nas vse drugo izda.

Ljudje, ki materinske ljubezni ne pogojujejo z geni.

Ljudje, ki so, ceprav jim ne bi bilo treba,

postavili edinstven temelj v nase zivljenje in

ga do zadnjega izdiha krasili

kot najlepsi mozaik…

Someone very important to me passed away today. Someone, who was there to see my first steps, someone, who always stood on my side when I did something wrong. Someone, who knew, how to make me eat the things I didn’t really like. Someone, who always had a box of chocolate cookies, just in case, we might visit. Someone, who loved me endlessly and unconditionally without ever asking for anything in return. Someone, who had and always will have a very special part in my heart, because without that someone, I wouldn’t be what I am today.

Thank You! You were an angel on earth, now you’re watching over me from heaven up above. We will miss you! xxx

 

“Just over the Brooklyn bridge…

 

… a world of its own,
The streets where we played,
The friends on every corner were the best we ever made.
The backyards, and the school yards
And the trees that watched us grow,
The days of love when dinner time was all you had to know.
Whenever I think of yesterday,
I close my eyes and see,
That place Just Over The Brooklyn Bridge
That will always be home to me.
It’ll always be home to me.”

 

(by Art Gartfunkel)

 

 

“Well, I had me a girl with the golden curls, she vowed to treat me right.
But here I am and I’m all alone on the Brooklyn Bridge tonight.
A thousand thoughts run through my mind as I watch the city lights.
My love is gone, I’m all alone on the Brooklyn Bridge tonight.
Well, it really has been a blue blue day and the water is cold in East River Bay…”

 

(by Mel Tillis)

 

 

Canada is a part of European Union

That’s something you probably didn’t know. Well, yes! Here’s the story – I had my Slovene sim-card in my mobile phone when we were leaving Canada. And as soon as we crossed the borders and entered the States a text message appeared, saying what can be seen below.

Now you do know! If Mobitel d.d. says it’s so …

 

“Allez, allez, up, up!” or “Go, girls, go!”

The highlight of the week was dogsledding. Spent a fortune on it but it was, without a single doubt, worth every Canadian dollar.

 

We were greeted by the owner at the activity centre from where we drove towards Montreal, to a little place hidden deep in the woods called Saint-Remi-d’Amherst. Out from the shuttle and up to the kennel to see all hundred of the dogs, mostly huskies. Some were already waiting to go on a run with the sledge and the others were jealously chewing on what was left from breakfast.

Met the guides, got the instructions, divided into groups and we were ready to mush through the forest. Of course, everybody had a guide to go with, except me. Like there’s something about me that says I can be trusted with a bunch of hyper, half-wolf dogs. I’m sure there’s something in my eyes that gives me up every time. I love dogs, no doubt about that, but come one, alone? One of the guides was joking and saying: “No worries, mademoiselle, we’ve only lost three tourists this season. And they were all French, so that’s ok!” Ah, now I’m relieved. Not being French will get me back here in one piece. Fiiiuu, and I was getting so worried. Lol

Anyway, we “mushed” off, I was the last one of four teams. Me and seven dogs, mostly females. Which was good, cuz we all know girls always behave. Except when they just wanna have fu-u-n. But that’s a song, who takes them seriously? So, once I crushed into a tree I didn’t see because of a major u-turn and the fact we were going so fast, I’ve decided to focus on what I was doing instead of just thinking how great and awesome this experience was. From that point on, everything went smooth. And looking at those happy waving tails in front of me, surrounded by nature in a big forest, I was really feeling like a pioneer.

After 40 minutes of sledding and shrieks of joy, we stopped for a well-earned break. We were getting warm in a tent, just like those used by prospectors, by a nice fire, with hot chocolate and the best maple cookies ever. Dogs were already barking and jumping with excitement so we got back to the sleds and headed for the kennel. I couldn’t thank my team of dogs enough. If I could I would have taken each and every one of them with me.

Although I really liked all of them, my absolute favorite was a gorgeous Lalu, which means ‘female wolf’ as I was told. And her name really is just perfect for her.

Another joyous surprise was waiting for us back at the kettle. We got to hold a new-born huskies. Some were eleven and some only three days old. And again, I was tempted to put at least on in my pocket.

This was definitely an experience I will never forget. A big thanks to our amazing guide for trusting me with all those fantastic dogs and for making me smile each time he opened his mouth.

Quebec’s joie de vivre

What an amazing trip to Canada this has been. Mont-Tremblant is described as a delightful open-air paradise, with magnificent surroundings.

There’s the Resort with its little pedestrian village where you can be enchanted by the atmosphere of authentic Quebec architecture and multicolored roofs and not to forget wild night partying in the local disco. And trust me, those high on hormones (and everything else) Canadians really do go crazy. Plus, it was a spring break, so imagine that scene. Boys, jumping from the hotel balconies into the giant piles of snow …. Girls, hardly wearing anything, except for the see-through tops and look-at-my-ass mini-mini skirts and sure, high hells. Very practical for the cat-walk in the snow and on the ice. Maybe carrying a bottle of beer and a purse gives you enough balance not to slip ‘n’ fall. Let me see, they had a beer contest on Monday, Miss Tremblant on Tuesday … and to be honest, I completely stopped paying attention to what was happening after Wasted Wednesday. I was here for a different kind of wildlife. I can find those kinds of adventures back in NYC, any day of the week. Wolves, dogsledding and snowshoeing is something I cannot imagine seeing or doing in Central Park. Not even on a very wasted Wednesday! ;)

Just a hike alone through this picturesque landscape was a mind-blowing experience in itself. Nothing but a fabulous display of winter’s beauty, surrounded by the deep stillness of the sleeping forest and the faint tracery of animal tracks on the snow. Far away from the pollution. Far from annoying crowds not knowing where to go to spend their last dollar. One of my biggest dreams is to go to Alaska. I’ve always kind of questioned myself weather or not I could live in a place as isolated by the human race, away from the coziness and (artificial) safety of the civilization for longer than a month. Now I have my answer. It’s complicated. To sum it up – Yes! With some regular quick escapes back to the frantic and chaotic life full of worries and stress, when feeling so. Or if I truly find my peace there, I might as well just stay foot. Those are a very long term plans or distant dreams, far away in space and time. The important thing is to have them!