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Too hot to get burned – Channel 7 Australia VS Paris Hilton

Posted by Már 30 2012

The fox of the Little Prince once said: “It is only with the heart that one can see.” When you are watching this video, try to look with your heart for a second, and think before you make any judgement. After you watched it, read mine… Now clich HERE.

Being Paris Hilton

I am not saying all this because I translated Paris Hilton’s book to Hungarian or because I had the chance to meet her in person a couple of times. I’m saying it, because I want everyone to see this perfect example of how cruel bitch media can be. Channel 7 is being a moron. They do use the name and the fame of Paris Hilton what she built up for herself, and they are aware of it that they are benefiting from being an ass, knowing how many people would be thrilled if they could trash the heiress. So acting like as if it was okay to start an interview with visible intolerance they decided to embarrass Paris in front of the whole wide word. Not cool at all. I’m sure anyone with a bit less ego could easily embarrass this so called reporter, who is just visibly flying above herself, thinking “I did it. I’m a hero.” I can’t be bothered with looking up her name, but this goes out for her. Honey. Paris Hilton’s job is to stay gorgeous at any time. She did a perfect job. You did not menage to interrupt her, not even for a second.

What the hell is the world’s problem with Paris Hilton being Paris Hilton? If you don’t approve her relevance, do not be occupied by her. And if you are occupied with her so deeply and obsessively, that you are spending hours with writing all these witty declarations , and editing this shamefully unoriginal report on your so called victory, I have news for you. Sorry, bitch, you are a closeted Paris Hilton fan. Oh, and as a side note… green makes you look pale. Or you were just a wee bit nervous?




Are you ready to think pink?

Posted by dec 09 2009

Last spring’s super production has finally arrived on DVD with English subtitles! This sexy, Hungarian-language teen trash comedy from director Gabor Forgacs tells the story of  a teenage plastic-princess and her outrageous plan of founding a cheerleading squad in an old hat school. Oh, and guess who wrote the screenplay…

filmkep.nofJealous, Paris darling?

Bingo… it was me. And trust me, these dolls are ready to take over the world! In the school where all the guys are cool and all the girls are hot, Regina Feld had it all: blond… sexy… and she was dating with the most popular guy from the basketball team. She thought she will be the queenbee forever… well, she was wrong! ’Cos a misterious stranger is about to turn her world upside down! Since every school has it’s own rules… especially the really posh ones, instead of a new mate she gets only new hate. If you wanna play the game, you got to know: if you play by the rule, you’re a damn fool. The question is: BFF stands for best friends forever… or brutal foes forever?  One thing is for sure: our cheerleader is not so cheerful now… and defenetley not a leader.

Starring the super sexy blonde ambition: Lilla Labanc…
Love… Fight… Jelousy… Passion…!

A foxy comedy what you just can’t miss!

Paris Finds Match in Hungarian VJ

Posted by aug 13 2009

It says on the celeb pages of non-news portal Velvet that at least one famous Hungarian got to meet American hotel heiress Paris Hilton – who, as you know, happened to be in Budapest. The ultimate famous-for-being-famous star gave up some of her oh-so-valuable time to meet famous-for-being-outrageously-camp Viva VJ Kristóf Steiner.

paris652800‘s article about that certain night – loves it.

Not only is Steiner a Hungarian celeb in his own right, he also cites Hilton as his inspiration, and even translated her book Confessions of an Heiressinto Hungarian. Based on Steiner’s own account of the meeting, they got on like a pair of empty-headed bimbos handed daddy’s credit card for the day. The dream meeting occured backstage at the Good Charlottegig (keep up, PH is being tapped by a member of the band), where Steiner was working on Monday night. Although he was refused a personal audience and had been told not to harangue the band members about their relationship with Paris, he did hand over a copy of Egy örökösnő vallomásai for her to sign. Perhaps it was the heartfelt message (“Thank you for writing this bible for me to share with Hungarian readers, and thank you for inspiring me in everything I do”), but not long afterward he was summoned by one of P’s doorman to meet his dream gal.

“She complemented me on my necklace and asked what fragrance I was wearing… I told her that it was hers, of course. Then she made everyone smell me and told me that she wears the men’s fragrance, too.” The professional airheads then started singing Paris’s favorite song, “Sanassa, sanassa” to the embarrassment of the band members and minions present.

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