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I'm 172 cm tall, with blond hair and green eyes. My dimensions
are: 87-61-89. Well, now that I got you interested, here we
go with the real story.
My name is Julija Bunic. I was born on 22 November 1976.
I don't remember my weight and length. The only thing I do
remember is that my doctor had to slap me on my bottom (just
a bit because I was a baby) and I think I hate any kind of
bottom slapping since then.
My childhood was interesting. The first two years I spent
sleeping and eating (not a demanding child), which means I
started to walk late. When we talk about 'talking', I probably
did it even in my mum's tummy. When my parents enrolled me
in a kindergarten, after several months of my pretending to
be ill they got the message and withdrew me from that institution.
The only thing I remember is a boy called Vlado who was my
first love. This great love of a four year old was suddenly
interrupted when Vlado peed in his bed one morning. That was
inconceivable for us "big" children.
Now we come to primary school. I could write a lot about
it, but maybe some other time (when our webmasters make us
write our confessions again). After primary school I enrolled
in the Medical School in Banja Luka and successfully graduated
from it.
I must say that I use the knowledge from secondary school
even today, especially at work, on cigarette breaks (rare,
of course) when I give advices on diets, PMS, ovary and urinary
tract infections. Though, I must admit that most of those
things I remember from magazines more than from school (my
apologies to all from the Medical School), which probably
shows that I'm not born to do that job. So, in 96 after my
first (unsuccessful) year at the Faculty of Medicine, I enrolled
in the Faculty of Philosophy, Department of English Language
and Literature, but I soon realised that I wasn't born for
that either ( or colleges in general).
Somewhere around that time I started to work for SFOR (IFOR
then) thinking that until I figured out what I wanted to do
in my life I could earn some money (and spend it in numerous
cafes and shops). I worked as an interpreter for some time
(great time and some very nice people) and in 1998, in a search
for a cheerful, babbling person who could work in the Horizonti
show someone recommended me (I think the crucial thing was
that being the only ignorant person I was prepared to make
a fool of myself on air). The rest is history - The Horizonti
show (at its best, it was broadcast by 22 radio stations in
BiH) became the SFM radio station, which was later called
Oksigen.
After the name was changed, we also widened the area it covered
(the area around the base in Ramici) and included a large
part of BiH, which made all 12 of us happy. My job in Oksigen
is to take care of the sound (all the music you hear, so your
comments should be sent to me and not the presenters, but
of course, only good ones). I'm in charge of one part of the
introduction lines and jingles (all the best ones are mine!),
take care of the programme, of what is said and play, whip
the presenters when they make a mistake (actually, I only
rap them on the heads) and give them chocolate when they do
something great. I'm joking now, but it's a good idea, although
a bit expensive (modesty is not one of my virtues), so if
there are interested (chocolate) sponsors feel free to send
me an e-mail at julija@oksigenfm.com.
I would like to thank my boss David for the huge amount of
knowledge he gave me as well as for the numerous visits to
some of the British radio stations (I really adore my job!).
At the moment I'm thinking of entering an Italian language
course (second time), I go to aerobics and most of my spare
time I spend with my dear boyfriend. That's all from me, thank
all of you who managed to read this and got disappointed or
not impressed by the whole story, wondering why were you doing
it at all. Really, why?
Bye and keep listening to Oksigen (otherwise, I'm out of
business)!!!
AND OF COURSE, THANKS ANDREW, OUR TECHNICIAN, WITHOUT WHOM
YOU COULDN'T HEAR US AT ALL (thank him for being forced to
climb up the roof and hang out of the window to be able to
"catch" us). JOKING
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