The Czech One. The Rock.

An introduction is actually a great idea. I doubt that this blog will ever be read by someone who doesn't actually know us, but still, why not say something about myself.

My name is Petra, that means "rock" or "stone" in Greek. People got used to call me soulmate, soul, souli, soulinka, soulmáta... I live on love, music, air, food and beverages. I rather spend all my money on travelling and meeting people and then starve for a few weeks than enjoy having money and buying myself piles of useless stuff. I've spent way too much money on music, gigs and travelling around Europe. I've met so many awesome people and then lost touch with them. I've seen so many bands and never forgotten them. I love my life as it is, but that doesn't mean I don't want to change it.
Veee used fourteen adjectives to describe herself, I won't. You'll find out.

Maybe you already know.

Work Work Work.Pub Pub Sleep.

Post-minor emotional breakdown/hungover writing.




So yeah,I was a bit poetic/pathetic in my first ever post.Please forgive my weakness.


I'm Veee. It works well as a name. Most of time you will see me post as "the French One."

I'm at work now. It's not as hard as Soulmate's one. It's not my 1st job, It won't be the last,hopefully.

I type things about companies. It pays the rent,the travels,the drinks. The gigs too.

I'm complicated,messy,boring,funny,smart,fragile,idiot,blind,strong,cold,way too enthusiastic,super-vixen,nice and lovely.

Last night I drunk my heart out and it was nice enough to let me sleep.

You may won't understand,that keeps the thing interesting,at least.

Watch this space.


The French One x

Everybody Goes to (coffee)Heaven

Vee started in a bit of a poetic way, but I am not going to be that mysterious, though that is exactly what I like to do. Act mysteriosly. This time I am damn straight to the point.
I quite like my job. There is food, cakes, sandwiches. I can drink coffee and tea whenever I want to. Mostly I don't need to talk to people I don't know, except for simple "sugars and spoons are behind you". I just steam milk, smile mysteriously and silently think how stupid they all are.
But it is starting to change. Two 13-hour shifts in a row. And this weekend? Oh yes, Friday, Saturday and Sunday, another three thirteens. Is this even legal?
I know, most people are used to this. There are many people working harder than me. I should be just happy for having the chance to make some money. But this is deffinitelly not for me. I really think I will quit and find another job. Something that doesn't require standing on one's feet all day long, talking to people and making their wishes come true.
Call me a brat, a lazy bitch, I don't care. This is my first job and I want to complain. Our manager is acting like a total chauvinist pig, in a "I'm a boss of all you, women" way. People think you can't make any mistakes after 10 hours of work and are supposed to be perfect all day.
But I am not. So if you visit me at work, don't expect the perfect barista-me.

Mistakes & Regrets

We have passion.

We let it burn

We feel

We ache

We're right

We're wrong

We're sassy, light and angsty.
We hope

We give up

We do 1st steps

We let it die

We're broken

We're alive.

The French One x