I subscribed to her current blog and the old posts all suddenly appeared.
I subscribed to her current blog and the old posts all suddenly appeared.where can I find her blog? I really wanna read it nowhow desperate
Am I the only who notices Aija travels alone (almost) all the time? And that her traveling just happens to always coincide with her selling something online (courses/apps/...) right before or after her trip?
by JetsetBabe / 91mo
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Part 2
Ibiza
Maybe it was luck, maybe it was destiny?
But it wasn’t for “no reason” that my instinct told me one of those depressed evenings in Italy to go online and see if there were any jobs available in Ibiza. I wasn’t happy anymore, wanted to escape, I felt done with Italy and I knew summer was just around the corner.So I typed “ibiza jobs” in Google, saw an add which was 2 years old, but somehow I told myself, “I’ll apply anyway, let’s see what happens”. Again, my instinct spoke to me.
The company phoned me up the day after I’d applied for the position as an animator at their hotel.
I had no idea what the job was about, but I knew I was suitable because I spoke many languages and I just wanted a way in to Ibiza. I had 2 telephone interviews with the recruiter and in the end they told me I’d secured a spot in the team and should come down asap to the island and do a trial. Said and done, 2 weeks later I arrived in Eivissa airport, it was mid April and life couldn’t look any brighter.
The job itself requires a chapter on it’s own. I spent an entire month in this position until I felt it wasn’t for me. It was like living in a reality show, because your team & job becomes your “everything”. You work day + nights, you don’t have time to do your own stuff and you get only one day off a week. Imagine then everyone living together in staff accommodation making some kind of “party campus” out of it. I always felt misplaced, wondering what I was doing there when I could hang out with the cool kids in the real Ibiza. So a month later I left the job and rented a room on my own.
At first I almost panicked. What would I do? I had no savings, just my one month salary from the hotel. I had no job and it was now or never to sort things out.
I bought the local newspaper one day and saw an add for an open casting to dance at this club called Amnesia. Since I used to dance most of my life with balett etc I thought I’d give this a go. I emailed them my pictures and got a phone call a few days later asking if I was available the following evening as they urgently needed “ring girls” for a boxing game. I said yes of course, as I knew this was my golden opportunity to showcase myself.
Said and done.
The following eve I went to the boxing game with several other girls. We were all dressed in white, wearing t-shirts of Amnesia, and we alternated holding the signs of the game after each round. As soon as it was my turn I felt the adrenaline pumping. This was quite a big game, with loads of guys (only) in the audience plus it was being shown on Eurosport worldwide.
I still remember the exact feeling of doing that walk, giving my most confident attitude to the audience and raising the sign “rond 1″ – Everyone started applauding and shouting. Wow. I was 20 years old and never experienced attention like that before. What a rush.
After the game, we got paid our €100 each and one of the Amnesia guys took me aside. He said “Listen, really well done today. You did good. I really want you to come for the audition this weekend, the owner will be there and it’s a great opportunity if you want the job”. I told him yes and felt the happiness spread within me.
Life started to look bright again!
Audition day came, it was in the middle of the day in May, sun was shining and I thought all my make up would run down to my clothes by the time I would get there. I was very nervous, having no clue what was gonna happen or how a dance audition actually worked. I wasn’t a podium dancer, I had zero experience but I had confidence in me that I was good at dancing because It always used to come very natural to me.
We were maybe 6 girls in total, so this was like a “special little audition”. The owner came and we were gonna dance as if it was an actual club night, because they wanted to check their sound and light. I took my spot on the balcony and just danced like there was no tomorrow, I knew the only thing I could do was my absolute best, and then the universe could decide the actual outcome of it.
But I did end up getting the job.
I thanked lord for that, my summer was sorted. Not only would I stay in Ibiza the full season I actually got a fun job at one of the coolest clubs on the island. I felt lucky. I knew that not only was it a fun job, but I knew that the job would bring a lot of other things a long. And sure was I going to be right….
Working as a dancer was really rewarding.
- And easy money! We got paid approx €80 a night, just to dance for one hour in total, divided over 4 sessions. So each session would last 15 min and then a rest of 45 min. During the rest we always hung out in the Vip balcony or backstage where many celebs, famous dj’s and other wannabes would be.
The backstage was actually our “changing area” where we were waiting to enter the balcony to dance & where we did our make up and kept our things, but the “cool people” used to crash it. I remember many times seeing people taking drugs, famous dj’s bleeding from their nose and other weird things. It was after all what Ibiza was about, just crazy but at the same time fun. I will never forget all the people I met, the laughs I shared or crazy things I experienced that summer. It was definitely one for the books.
I was always the punctual & polite girl, so my dance manager started liking me. I think I was one of her favorites, not in the sense of dance skills (cause to be honest, I was quite average compared to the other girls) – but I was never bitching about people, I was never being difficult or acting like a diva. That is really appreciated when you work for someone and it was very rewarding to me. My dance manager always invited me a long as soon as there were dinners, after parties, yacht parties or anything fun that required some cool girls. I got access to it all, and I was thrilled. I was doing my baby steps out in to the world and saw the entire scene I’ve only imagined about before.
I remember being on my first yacht ever.
I got invited to go out for a whole day to Formentera & Paris Hilton was joining us (this was at the time when Paris was the “it girl”). As I board the yacht I was impressed – the size of it, the Fendi decor, the amount of staff, a jacuzzi, jet skis on board etc…. Wow!
Eventually Paris came, she was friendly, carrying a big teddy bear and smoking some kind of cigarette.
The party started and we sailed off to Formentera. Me being a newbie I started to feel sea sick after half an hour on the boat. It had never crossed my mind taking sea sick pills since I knew I suffered easily from motion sickness. I reached a point where it had gone too far, so I had to go downstairs and throw up, not once but several times. The body guard of Paris ended up taking care of me, I felt like I was such a loser puking when there was this big party going on.
Paris came down, asking me how I was. I pretended I felt amazing and she asked if I needed anything, maybe some sprite. I said I was fine, and continued throwing up after she left.
Eventually we got back to the port (halleluja) and I promised myself to never ever board a yacht again without taking pills. I had just ruined what could have been a fantastic day and was regretting it. Thankfully I got more invitations that summer to yachts so it was not the last time.
As summer passed by I got a true taster of the jet set life. Private events, crazy after parties in beautiful villas, yachts, celebs, dinners in the most exclusive venues etc. But quickly did I realize that the glam life was not as magical as I always imagined it would be. Celebrities were nothing special once you’ve met them and rich people were the usual story. Even the beautiful surroundings had nothing to offer if you’d feel that what’s inside them has no emotional value to you. It was fun seeing it all but to be fair it didn’t impress me as much as I thought it would do.
By August I felt I didn’t have the energy to stay the season out, as partying every day plus working really makes you torn, and by that time I felt exhausted.
During the entire summer I was actually in a relationship in Ibiza. We met there, he was a dj from a mediterranean country and had come to Ibiza to try and get some gigs. We ended up living together for the next 4 years.
My plan was to go to Ibiza and be single, live a dream and just have fun and After I wanted to move to Milan. Instead I ended up in a serious relationship, worked less time than planned and moved with my boyfriend to the country where he was from, a small place in the mediterranean – my life didn’t go according to plan.
There is one saying;
“Never regret anything because at on point it was exactly what you wanted”.
Which is true, at that time
I did want to leave Ibiza,
I did want to skip Milan,
I did want to follow my boyfriend in his steps as I felt “crazy in love with him”
- but all this was because I was so young and insecure and didn’t know what I really wanted in life.
So I went with him and lived his life, for entire 4 years…..
To be continued.
Part 3: The big break up, moving country yet again and ending up in a reality show on the other side of the world.
Degrees don't take 12 monthsIt wasn't a degree, was it, Anna?
Umm is this normal human behaviour?
What does she mean by "swipe left on the carousel"??? What carousel? Is this her attempt at horse humour? Anyway lots of reflecting on the meaning of her life
This blog is fucking with my head I swear. I really can't tell what's real anymore, lol, it's like she is an entirely different person.Thx again for posting these. I know for many people it’s probably redundant and boring to read these.
And I agree, they are boring.. but at the same time they’re so informative as they’re the closest we’ll ever come to knowing the REAL “truth” about what her life was truly like back then.
This blog is fucking with my head I swear. I really can't tell what's real anymore, lol, it's like she is an entirely different person.
On the one hand, I think that reading her blog actually humanizes her in my head. I swear it's like watching Darth Vader as baby Anakin. As in she becomes a normal, flawed human -- which of course beats this flawless perfection she is trying to portray these days.
On the other hand, the blog itself doesn't add up either. It's full of contradictions, and the more I try to piece things together the more things don't add up
Maybe she is some kind of genius who devoted years and years of her life to creating this bottomless rabbit hole for us to fall into?
It's mismatched and doesn't make sense. If you remember that Anna bought some accounts and changed names (Instagram handles), I think the Anna was School of Affluence, and JSB was Anna, so it's likely that 162 weeks ago it was School of Affluence commenting under Anna's post. It's hard to keep track, really. At some point, she introduced a ''new'' account that already had a significant following, and a week or so later it had thousands of followers (5 figures). So.... it's justSorry if this is old news but I only just noticed that there is also a Jetset Babe instaI looked at the first few posts and the first thing I noticed was Anna commenting on her own posts from her Anna Bay account
I really doubt that it's the real number. Her Discord community of her previous scam showed over 1200 members when in reality there were 150 tops, more like 100. I know it to be true because we had problems at the beginning and all people were exciting and commenting right under the first few videos. With multiple posts from the same persons. So, I highly doubt that 2000 members is the real number. I would love to see the insider who has access post screenshots of how many members are connected and how they interact. Anna Beh is unhappy because she draws the numbers on her paycheck, just like she drew her name on the Black Amex.Looks like today is my rant day, sorry for that
1. Honestly. I’ve been suffering for ages literally locked into my flat, not even allowed to travel, terrible weather.. etc.
She is finally traveling, amazing view, sea, sunshine, luxury hotel... but she is NOT HAPPY. She is NEVER happy. She’s been complaining since like.. FOREVER!
She literally just got $600.000 on her Bank Account!!!
I’m not saying money buys you happiness. But at least try to ENJOY your vacation finally...
2. SUPER AFFLUENT to talk about ARM WAX...
3. Is she bragging or COMPLAINING AGAIN??!!
I do think it's her, her blog is definitely not perfect English. Maybe it was better because she put more time & effort into her posts? Plus she was living in England?Those blog posts just show that tattle wasn't lying about anything, Anna just buried every word written by her with her internet spring cleaning. Because we were there back in 2012 - 2015 reading and we did meet her in 2016
And I think it was @Renata who thought she wasn't writing herself? She really was, I can assure you. Maybe her English just deteriorated cause she surrounded herself with not really articulate individuals who used Eng as a 2nd or 3rd language later on. We sure know she didn't make any British girlfriends in London.
Hard to keep track indeed!It's mismatched and doesn't make sense. If you remember that Anna bought some accounts and changed names (Instagram handles), I think the Anna was School of Affluence, and JSB was Anna, so it's likely that 162 weeks ago it was School of Affluence commenting under Anna's post. It's hard to keep track, really. At some point, she introduced a ''new'' account that already had a significant following, and a week or so later it had thousands of followers (5 figures). So.... it's justscammingmarketing, marketing, and more marketing.
For you, and many other new and casual readers, this is news. For us, who used to read her blog back when she was blogging anonymously under Jetsetbabe, it lines up with the type of girl we saw. She was a loser, to put it plainly. Always with her nose pressed to the glass, using her blog as a kind of Pinterest board to pin all the glamourous Eastern European and Russian women she admired, because her own life was quite empty. As the excellent dossier shows, she has had so many name changes and iterations that it would take a lifetime to understand and dissect them all.I do think it's her, her blog is definitely not perfect English. Maybe it was better because she put more time & effort into her posts? Plus she was living in England?
Hard to keep track indeed!
Oh wow, so you knew of her before her Anna Bey persona? Were you surprised when she revealed "herself'?For you, and many other new and casual readers, this is news. For us, who used to read her blog back when she was blogging anonymously under Jetsetbabe, it lines up with the type of girl we saw.
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