Buda / Pest

September 18, 2012 at 20:58 (Beauty, Culture, Other) (, , , , )

Hello everyone!

Long time no see. Last week I’ve been to Budapest. And that beautiful city has now become my ultimate source of inspiration fot this Random Female Blog. It was a female trip – me and a female friend. Unfortunately Budapest is such a huge city that is was impossible to see everything (I didn’t even visit a museum, and only one museum shop!). BUT do not fear: I have gained some information that I want to share with all my dear blog friends.

– Budapest was a Soviet state and each time you see something weird and old, you blame the communists.

– In Budapest you’re supposed to tip the waiters. 81% of that money goes to the state, the rest is divided (between the waiters, that is).

– The metro is so old that you might think it doesn’t ride anymore, but for some magical reason it still does.

– Also, the metro is so loud that you can’t talk to the person who’s sitting next to you.

– Budapest is actually Buda and Pest. The two are separated by the Danube. Die schöne blaue Donau (the beautiful blue Danube). Unfortunately for Johann Strauss the Danube isn’t very blue. It’s quite brown. But beautiful.

– 17% of all Hungarians live in Budapest. That is 1.7 million Hungarians. You notice that: the city is awake at every moment of the night and the day.

– In Budapest you hear ambulances every two minutes. It’s not so weird, what with the fact that Hungarians don’t like riding the way they should.

– Buda is quiet and hilly, Pest is busy and flat.

– There are eleven bridges between Buda and Pest. Hungarians – or at least the ones that live in Budapest – believe that if you walk all eleven bridges, it will bring you luck. I did two.

– Hungarian men are the most beautiful men in the world. I wonder why I live in sad, ugly Belgium.

– If you accidentally make eye contact with an Hungarian, they don’t stop staring.

– Actually they also stare when you’re speaking Dutch. They llok at you with a look that says: ‘Alien?’ .

– There is no place on Earth where food is as cheap as in Budapest. They pay with forint – no euro! One euro equals approximately 285 forint.

– There is no place on Earth where people are so friendly. Of course, we were two young females. Consider that.

That was a little bit of Budapest, right there in that gray, sad, boring room you’re sitting in. Just to spread some joy!


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This is the End of the Beginning

June 7, 2012 at 21:46 (Other) (, , , )

This is not the end of this blog (of course), that already happened before. No my dear friends, this is the end of my school career. Two weeks of exams are coming, starting tomorrow (!), and after that I’ll be free for the rest of my life! Wow. And don’t try to deny it. Don’t you dare say that if you have a job life gets worse because in my mind it doesn’t. Life will only get better and I will live happily ever after.

Anyway, I had to sit down for a while the day before yesterday, because that was the day that I realised it’s done. Over. Fini. I was sitting there and suddenly I felt quite… empty. Today was the last day I had to get up at 6.30 (A.M.!). I will have to get up at 6.30 sometimes in my life, but it will never be the same because the last few years I had to do it systematically. And now it’s like someone told me: you don’t have to do it anymore. Without me expecting that ‘someone’ to tell me that.

What is really interesting is the fact that whoever might read this might think: you are so naive and you have such a boring life and why are you telling this? Answer: because important moments in my life are worth sharing with everyone, even if that person is not interested.

PS: next year I’m going to study further, so I’m not really done with all that stufying after the exams. I’m just not obligated to do it anymore! Which is good, you won’t hear me complain.

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May 29, 2012 at 20:47 (Other, Uncategorized) (, , , , , )

I had this view on statistics: they were always true and shocking. Now maths changed that. Statistics can be calculated, they’re always wrong, it’s always wrong on your tests and they’re actually really boring. Still, I have found some statistics worth sharing.

– There are slightly more males aged 12 to 24 living in New Zealand than females. But there is some good news for females living in New Zealand: the pattern reverses with age. My maths teacher would disapprove and let us calcute with mathematical things like InvNorm or LinReg (I don’t understand them, but I look smart now).

– 2101 suicides were registered in 2005 in Australia. Nearly 80% of them were males (why?).

– The most shocking one, that I know of since two years ago: 75% of the Belgian children doesn’t know what Holocaust means. Once a teacher of us asked the class if we knew what the Holocaust was. Half of the class population raised their hands. (!!) When the teacher asked Thomas (who raised his hand): “Prove me that you know what it is. What is the Holocaust?”, he answered: “It’s the Big Bang, of course”.

– One girl in a class of 5 doesn’t speak English (based on true facts: my class). The problem is: we study English a lot, because we study modern languages. The biggest problem is: when she has to say ‘United Nations’ she says ‘unit nations’. AND she was one of those who didn’t know what the Holocaust was. This makes me cry.

Conclusion: statistics makes you cry.

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Alive (and a little bit kicking)

May 28, 2012 at 20:34 (Other, Uncategorized) (, )

A while ago you definitely noticed that I stopped writing on this blog. Why was that? Well… First of all I didn’t have any inspiration (still don’t have any) and writer’s block might be the most cliché but also the most true reason of not being able to write anymore. Second of all I must admit that I felt like the blog wasn’t popular (I still feel that) and when I thought about Justin Bieber who has all these ‘Beliebers’ I felt quite sorry for myself that I don’t have any. (It’s of course not the fact that I’d like to have some Beliebers, but if JB has them, then I want/deserve them too!)

So this will be the first post of – maybe – so many others. That depends. It’s just to let you know (whoever you are) that I’m still alive and kicking. Maybe the next post will be today, maybe tomorrow, maybe Toyota. (NO REALLY, that was the worst joke I ever made, you might not even get it…)

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God is definitely a Woman

January 20, 2012 at 22:08 (Other) (, , , , )

Sometimes it’s a good time to wander around in thoughts, when you hear nobody anymore and nobody hears you, because you’re silent. Then, maybe, your mother calls you and because you were so far away, for one moment you think it’s God who’s calling you. You hear your name, and the first thing you wonder is: Is God a woman?

That makes me think. If God were a woman, this would happen:

– Priests would be women, too. Which means that the whole church-thing would change. The decoration would be better and it would smell nice in there.

– No one would understand a word about being a Christian, because it’s a scientifically proven fact that women are complex.

– The Bible would change, too. Eve would come first instead of Adam. Adam would be made of one of Eve’s brain cells. They’d have two daughters indstead of sons. The wife of Noah would build a boat, because she’s a strong, independant woman. Mozessa would be the name of the woman who split the sea. And, of course, Mother Mary woudl have a daughter instead of a son,too. Her name can be Jesus Christ, because that makes it easier for us to say Jesus Christ! when we’re upset/surprised/amazed/… (I’m surprised how much I know about the Bible!)

– God is a woman. No one has ever proven that God is a man. The thing is: God is just smart enough to pretend she’s a man, but really she isn’t. That’s why all the things I just said didn’t happen

That’s of course not what it’s all about. It’s about what you were thinking when you were wandering around in thoughts. People think all kinds of stuff, and most of the time it’s about their own dull life. About breaking up with your boy- or girlfriend, about how much you hate your job, about friends who aren’t real friends, about how much they feel lonely, and so on. To be honest, I’m only interested in such dull thoughts when they’re mine. Same for dreams. I personally find my dreams very interesting, because they contain people I know and situations I like. Others have dreams about being attacked by giant pigs (true story!) and that’s not something I want to hear. Strange thing: I never have nightmares. Last week, I had a scary dream, but it wasn’t a nightmare. I knew what the dream was about the day after, but now I’ve simply forgotten all about it. Life can be hard.


Footfootfootnote: I’m an atheist. I say this because I want people to have a certain image of me. A good one.

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The Blue Bus Is Callin’ Us

January 3, 2012 at 01:30 (Other)

There is no good way of starting a post without any inspiration. Because of the fact that I don’t have (ehm, excuse me: never have) any inspiration, and of course because of the fact that if I see my latest posts I feel a little embarassed, I think it’s time to take a break.

This feels a little bit like when Ross and Rachel were on a break. (For the ones who feel a little bit confused now, you should watch Friends.) The only difference: I am not in a relationship with my blog and I will not cheat on her (her = my blog, because she is a random FEMALE) and she won’t say that we weren’t on a break after all, when in fact we were.

If you really feel like you can’t live without me, you can always send me an e-mail. I’ll be back. Refreshed. Someday.


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January 1, 2012 at 02:54 (Other) (, , , )

Every hour it’s New Year somewhere in the world. It’s already happened here. Haha, eat this, America, where everybody lives earlier!

This is what our humble firework looked like.

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Diary of a Planner

December 27, 2011 at 21:01 (Other, Uncategorized) (, , , )

Monday, November 28.

A conversation is going on. I suddenly suggest that we should go and drink gins and go ice skating around Christmas. That’s what people do where we live and it’s a nice thing to do.

Later that day: another conversation with another person. Do you already know how to celebrate (I hate that word) New Year? – No, we can just do something with all the ones who don’t know. – Okay. Let’s do that.


Tuesday, November 29.

I had a (little) accident. Need I say more?


Wednesday, December 21.

The exams were done at 10.10 a.m. that day and I had an appointment with my physiotherapist. Some friends stayed there and went for a drink or something.

In the evening someone calls. (Because everyone is anonymous in this blog, I’ll call her X).


X: Do you already know how you’re going to celebrate New Year?

RFB: No. *I don’t make plans*

X: Me neither. We can go and eat with Y (this is also a pseusonym), but there are no plans yet. And no one knows what he/she is going to do after dinner.

RFB: Okay, that’s good. There are some people who don’t know it either. Maybe we’ll do something with them. We’ll see. *still not making plans*


Thursday, December 22.

I was at a funeral far far away from home. It took me a whole day. Even had to get up at 7.00 a.m. on my day off! Anyway, in the evening the phone rings.


X: Hi, I was just calling to hear how your day was.

RFB: Was okay, what did you do today?

X: We went to Village T and drank gins and went ice skating there.

RFB: *pissed off, you motherf****** stole my idea and did it without me* Great!

X: Are you angry now?

RFB: Yes, but I understand, I couldn’t come with you anyway (because of the accident, you know, it’s a lose-lose-situation).


After one hour and 46 minutes the conversation ended. We broke a record!


Monday, December 26.

Maybe I should text E (also a pseudonym, I’m using random letters), because I don’t hear anything of him and New Year’s getting closer. *Still not making real plans*


RFB: Do the ones who don’t know what to do on New Year already what do to on New Year?

E: Yes, we’re going to a friend (this is not a friend of mine) to celebrate.

RFB: Ah, okay.


It’s getting on my nerves. Next year, let me know, please.


Tuesday, December 27.

Another conversation is going on. This is the last one, I promise. I hear two friends talking about all kinds of food and recipes.


RFB: What are you actually talking about?

U and I: About what we’re going to eat the last day of the year.

RFB: Ah, okay. Who’s coming?

U and I: Don’t you know that? We already discussed what to do and you’re coming, too.


Do I want that? Did anyone ask? If I didn’t ask who’s coming, would anyone have told me something was already planned? So many questions, so little information.


RFB: Ah, great. So where is it? How come I don’t know about anything?

U and I: You weren’t there when we discussed it. You had an apppointment with you physiotherapist.

RFB: Makes sense. But X told me there were no exact plans. Just maybe eating dinner together.

U and I: No, we’re going to celebrate New Year together and there will be pizza and pie and chips and … *Inside my head I hear a little noise, it’s going zzzzzzzz*


Next time, please warn me.

Always make plans with the right people.

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December 23, 2011 at 14:41 (Other) (, )

This is good.

– There’s a good song on the radio right now.

– The exams are done, and I have good grades (well… at least they’re alright).

– Tonight a good birthday/Christmas party.

– Good.


I thought: ‘RFB, you’re always complaining about everything, and now is the time you say something good. Otherwise nobody’s gonna read your very readable blog anymore.’ That’s exactly what I thought.

It’s also a good time to say something very, very random. I was once at a concert (because I like some details, especially numbers: 666 days ago (uh, wow, I just realised that’s scary)) and the singer of the group in question saw me. Was a good day. Maybe I should get to know more famous people. If I fail my studies, I can always count on my relations. They’ll get me a job.

Next time I’ll think of something interesting to read.


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What’s the difference?

December 14, 2011 at 20:40 (Other) (, , , )

I have a famous sticker. There’s a beaver on it. It’s a very cool beaver who looks exactly the way a beaver should look like. It’s my all-time favourite sticker. My former RFB companion (who is now on NBI) knows that sticker. There’s a whole story behind it:

Let’s not make it a secret: we don’t like Justin Bieber (* check footnote below). He should be taller than we are, but he’s not. He has too much hair on his forehead (or is that already gone?). He appears to have conceived a child with a teenage girl, and so you wonder what moron spread that rumor. But have you noticed that Bieber rhymes an aweful lot with beaver? It’s just about the same. So, everythime we saw that sticker (I admit: long time no see), we said: Beaver, Bieber. What’s the difference?

We were young and naive back then. I shouldn’t share this with the world, but it’s too random to ignore.

* Footnote: This is not a site for haters, nor do I want to start a haters club. I’m am just expressing my dislike.

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