If I went swimming I could take under water pictures. I could. Theoretically. If I went. I just don't go. Because at lakes are people. I don't like people. Why do I even have that camera.
31 May, 2015
30 May, 2015
Ghosts!
One ghost. Maybe. According to my sister. She thinks her room is haunted. I doubt it. But maybe it's a cool ghost then it would be... cool.
Not sure if I want to check, though.
Why my sister thinks she has a ghost? She woke me up from my afternoon nap and asked me if I kept turning her duck. The duck is a solar powered moving duck I gave her for her birthday and it really does look a bit creepy. It's standing on her window board and she thinks someone is turning it from time to time. But - why would I come into her room just to turn her stupid solar duck?
My tip: it was the cat. - "Nooo Joshi wasn't in my room!"
Okay then. When I came in her room one hour later she was freaking out because she had been alone in her room, sitting with her back to the duck and according to her the duck had turned again.
Okayyyy...
Holiday-Feelings
Had a great afternoon with my former classmate yesterday. It was sunny and warm so we went to a near river and Andy thought it would be a good idea to try to get to the little island in the middle of the river. Problem: the water was colder than expected, the current was stronger than expected and the water was deeper than expected. But we somehow made it without drowning. And without bathing my camera.
Only one thing was not cool - afterwards I looked like the bottom of a baboon. Ouch.
Only one thing was not cool - afterwards I looked like the bottom of a baboon. Ouch.
29 May, 2015
There are different levels of difficulty:
Level 0 - not difficult at all (e.g. English exams, sleeping)
Level 1 - a tiny bit difficult (e.g. making perfect British tea, eating without choking)
Level 2 - a tiny bit more difficult but still doable (e.g. most homework, getting to college on time with the DB)
Level 3 - difficult (e.g. finding the right bus in London, varnishing the nails on the left hand)
Level 4 - really difficult (e.g. learning a new language, not screaming when a spider’s on the bed)
Level 5 - impossible (e.g. flying, understanding Maths, waking my sister up)
Level 6 - making plans with my former classmate
Was at the doctor's today because I needed to get a health certificate. I thought I might have to do some tests or something - but nope.
We were four people, two of us only spoke Hungarian. If she had only given me the documents and I had to read them myself I would've been faster, but instead she read them together with us and after every paragraph she translated it into Hungarian.
Apparently when you are 18 or older you are not checked for contagious diseases when working with food but get a handout saying you mustn't sneeze on the food. What?!
28 May, 2015
25 May, 2015
Why I Can't Wait to Move Out
Imagine hearing day after day how poor your family is and how useless you are because you’re still ‘only’ going to school and don’t have a job. Ever since your 14th birthday. On top of that your mum is a horrible control freak.
5 years later you have graduated, passed your driving licence, started with your studies and are doing quite well in most subjects. You rarely meet with friends because you just don’t have any. You don’t drink alcohol, you don’t smoke, but your mum still won’t let you leave the house without you telling her exactly why you are leaving the house, for how long you will be gone, with who you’re going to meet and what you are going to do. If you tell her anything that’s really going on in your life she’s making fun of you and immediately telling everybody. Because you have debts (~ 2,500€) and want to go abroad after you graduate you’ve started looking for a side line. And found a place where they would hire you.
Because your mum has (apart from one or two) all the documents you need in order to be hired you go and tell her.
And she’s screaming at you. Because all those years she was ‘only joking’ when telling you to finally get a job. ‘Because of us you don’t have to work!’
Can you imagine how I felt? I was so angry that I started to cry. Yes, I’m one of those poor bastards who start crying when they’re really angry because the others are so goddamn stupid. Do they really think I want to work because of them?! Of course not! I want to work because I finally want to get rid of those debts that are chaining me on them. And if I don’t start earning something soon I will end up with debts in the amount of 7k when I graduate. I want to work because after I’ve paid back my debts I can start saving up for London, my biggest dream. I want to work because I can’t even buy one DVD a year because I don’t even have 5€. I want to work because I want to make my sister a decent present for her 18th birthday since my parents can’t afford it. I want to work because I want to be able to buy a reflex camera, books, roller skates and nice clothes. I want to work so I have less time to worry about everything. I want to work because I can’t bear spending more time than necessary with my parents.
Is it really that hard to understand?
24 May, 2015
Eurovision 2015 – How Sweden Won, Everyone was Against Russia and Germany Got 0 Points for the First Time Since 1965
It’s the day after the Eurovision Song Contest and even though I’m a huge ESC fan – this year was so boring I can barely believe it.
The last years it was all full of glitter, weird clothes, crazy singers, Russian grandmas, vampires, drunk Greeks and monsters. Added to this was a commentator with evil comments for the other countries (who was blown up once – Happy Hunger Games!) and cool programmes between the performances and the results (remember the Glow-flash mob in 2010?).
This year it was 65% ballads, 15% politics, 10% cringe-worthy hosts, 5% boring and 5% good songs. No special outfits, a boring commentator, no vampires – well one or two countries looked like they were about to summon Satan but not as funny as in the last few years. And no glitter.
When they announced the points I noticed that even though I had been complaining about the political influence before – every time Russia got points I was upset. Because how could they, it’s Russia?! Freaking hypocrite. I know she would have deserved to win because after all the song was okay and she’s NOT Putin. But still… I didn’t want Russia to win.
Of course afterwards everyone was complaining about how unfair the others were for not giving us points… but seriously – if you want to get points send someone special, not the sh*t we sent in the last few years. Because we had some cool people who wanted to go to Eurovision, but the jury always decides for the most ‘normal’ ones, and that’s why the special people didn’t stand a chance to win the German preliminary special.
Let’s hope next year’s ESC will be better.
23 May, 2015
My Eurovision Favourites
1. Sweden
2. Belgium
3. Georgia
... and 4. the UK
- though that's more because it's the UK. The song is catchy but well...
20 May, 2015
18 May, 2015
17 May, 2015
Bombastic Casting Shows
We have more than enough casting shows in Germany, including:
- Deutschland sucht den Superstar
- Supertalent
- Der Bachelor
- The Voice of Germany
- The Voice Kids
- The Taste
- Germany's Next Topmodel, etc.
By now most people who watch these shows only watch them to make fun of them on social media sites like Twitter.
So now, last Thursday was the Germany's Next Topmodel final.
The viewing figures wouldn't have been exactly good because on Thursdays the social media people are normally busy watching and making fun of Frauentausch.
But this time it was different.

Only a few minutes later there was a rumour on Twitter that the show had been cancelled because of a bomb threat (and as it turned out later the rumour was true, the bomb not.)

Then yesterday was the DSDS final. The show was so boring that after only 15 minutes the first people started calling for another bomb threat...
14 May, 2015
Today we had a professional literature translator from Munich at our school. "Professional"

Then she acted as if becoming a literature translator would be an honour. You have no free time, earn nothing and the authors and publishers treat you like shit? Sounds brilliant.
In the afternoon we then had a 3 hour-course with her where we read some of our translations from the text we had been given before and just compare it with hers and stuff like that. And really - for someone who mentions in every other sentence how great her translations are this was nothing. Complete bullshit.

?!!!!
09 May, 2015
British TV Shows
Here are the links to two British TV shows in case you've got to study for finals or something.
Downton Abbey
Season 1
Season 2
Season 3
Season 4
Season 5
Special Episodes
Sherlock
Season 2
Season 3
08 May, 2015
07 May, 2015
Got my English to German translation I had to do during the Easter holidays back today.
Was certain that my mark this time would be much worse than my last two exams (both times I got a 1). Besides, I had translated the text in the middle of the night...
But no, look at that: not only a 1, but a 1,00. Anyone wants to employ me?
My Half-Sister Had Her Baby

it's a girl called Jena (or Jenna?) or something like that.
Glad I won't have to see that 'thing' anytime soon.
Wait - I probably won't (have to) see the kid ever. No one
expects me to stay in contact with her. My half-sis hates
me just as much as I hate her.
05 May, 2015
Made in Germany
[Made - German, noun, f.; 'maggot', a small, worm-like insect larva]
My favourite heading this week, seen on some German news broadcast.
Sometimes it seems like everyone here is striking. It's horrible.
02 May, 2015
Once upon a time...
... on 2nd May, 2012, I started my first blog. And I managed to regularly post more or less interesting stuff until my 19th birthday. Then I started my next blog which I used for maybe 2 weeks. Then I decided to make a third blog... and never used it. Until now, 2nd May, 2015.
This blog will mainly consist of personal 'diary'-posts, but this time it's also about the love of my life - UK/London - and life in Germany, the differences, random stuff,... and so on.*
Hope you'll like it.
Love,
Bob
*I hereby promise that all UK-related posts will be written while drinking a nice hot cuppa real British tea!
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