the cat who eats a banana

Its 0:39 so practically its tomorrow, but still counts as today as long as we don't to bed. So we're on a doubled-paralell timeline in a paralell slice of the universe, and this picture made me laught so hard that it counts as crying in that double universe, because - of course it was laughing, but - i could hardly breathe and had my tears rolling down.

Gahh this post has no sense. Not at all.
It's 0:42 and guess who will have to get up at 5:45 in the morning? ME.

my pal szymon

my polish pal szymon wrote this on chat the other day:

me: whassup?
szymon: i'm hungry
i don't have anything to eat. i need to go shopping but i'm lazy
the only thing i have is juice from my mother but she loves me so much that she made it from fruits i'm allergic to
and i didnt know that
and almost died yesterday and my roommates thought i was just high

put your hand on your heart and tell me your nationality

hello my not Hungarian readers. Nice to have you here.
I checked the statistics the other day and learned that the visitors of this blog are quite an international group of people.

I dont know if you are a reader of this blog, or just got lost in the mysterious labyrinth of the internet, or blacked out and woke up with this link written on your forehead, but only one thing counts: that you're here. 

And if you're not Hungarian, but you like indie music, you probably don't know this song, even though you should.

and the music video too!

loveable things you dont know about

Fruzsi got me a birthday present in Bristol: a CD of a charming local indie band called Most Planes Land.
I listened to it, then again, then again, then again, then again... and then I checked the band on the internet and learned that it's almost completely unknown (their bandpage has 214 fans on facebook and around 50 views on their youtube vids)

That made me think about those amazing things which are hidden in this world. Because there must be a lot.
I'll share some I know.

Clown and Bard Hostel, Prague
It's hiding in a cellar, just a few minutes from Prague's city center. A bar and a hostel at the same time, with old furniture, lots and lots of mirrors, a blue haired barman/receptionist, freaking good music and the most fun travellers from every corner of the world.


Gustavo Aimar
He's my very favourite illustrator, but (at least in Hungary) nobody knows his name. Just take a look at his works, isn't he awesome?


Lying under the Eiffel tower
I guess most tourists in Paris cross under the Eiffel tower and then they probably admire it  from that angle, but very few people know how different it looks if you lie down on the ground. It looks so robust, almost  infinite.

This blog.
An abandoned blog, once had been written by a poetic 17-year-old girl. Beautiful things can be found there, not just personal stuff, but pictures, quotes and music. Only for those who speak Hungarian.

that's what's up

good news:

* Fruzsi's coming home from England!

*We have one more week of pure and high-concentrated summer left!

bad news:

*We have only one week of summer left!!! NOOOOO

awh that feeling

Do you know that feeling when all you need to perfect happiness is a bowl of strawberry icecream, and you find some in the fridge??

amazing DAY 5!

Now that the last day is over and I can sleep in a proper bed with a proper blanket and proper pillows, I dream about SZIGET.

So here are some more festival moments of the amazing day 5!!

#7 RUBEN'S STORY. Ruben had his tent in our neighbourhood and he told me how they tried to make drunk people eat sand.

#8 At KILLERS waiting for the 'I got soul but I'm not a soldier' part. Before that a very long guitar solo was on, and the whole crowd was shouting it and fiiiinally Brandon Flower's beautiful voice crushed in. AAwh so fucking amazing!

#9 THAT SURREAL LAST NIGHT when I didnt go to sleep at all but

• had a cigarette with Peter Pan (real name: Jeremy) in front of our tents
• then our neighbour Lex and some random dutch guys came with a stolen bench and a table and they broke them into pieces (!!)
• and I made a sandcastle (dirt-castle) with a flag on it,
• and then we were lyring on the ruins and talking about love and shit til 6 am;
• when a tiger and a penguin came and broke the pieces of the bench into even smaller pieces... and then took off their costumes and danced 'I'm sexy and I know it' by LMFAO. 

Some PICTURES

SZIGET DAYS 2 and 3 and 4

SZIGET's been amazing!! the best week of summer, really.
Here are some real festival moments:

#1 At TWO DOOR CINEMA CLUB (which we watched from the first row!!) somebody tried to throw a loaf of bread on the stage but he missed it... and the bread hit one of the security guards. All  the security people and audience in the first rows were laughing so hard...

#2 SHANTEL concert, which is balkan music mixed with electro.We had no idea what it was until our neighbours took us there. The best concert of the week, really. It was so shockingly fun that i cant remember anything of it.... just that we went mad! (weird but world music concerts were generally better than indie or rock concerts)

#3 MEETING DAVE AND JIMMY. Dave's a freak we met last year with his cow-shaped cap, Jimmy. On his arms there are thirty-something festival tickets (!!)  And his tent is not so far away from ours and even though he didnt recognise us first now he says hi all the time and calls us 'gorgeus' and 'beautiful'


#4 seeing CHARLIE FINK. Oooh my, what a beautiful creature! Either i will marry him or stay single forever.

#5 PRETENDING TO BE HIGH and jumping dancing like idiots when we are actually sober (or almost). So people stare at us and laugh. At Korn & The Horrors

#6 THE DUSTBIN-DRUMS. On day minus one there was a technical error and party places couldn't play music... And all along the main street of SZIGET people stood round the dustbins and drummed ritmically. It sounded like some mystic indian music, so much better than party places... 

SZIGET DAYS 0 and 1.

SZIGET's been on for 4 days now and I came home to say a quick hi to my family and eat a delicious lunch prepared with love. And a shower in my own bathroom, of course. I literally had to scratch my skin with my nails for 15 minutes to wash the dirt off and get back my normal skin colour.
Yeah but all in all I'm very happy that we've chosen the hobo-life and live inside the festival with our neighbours. Between our tents there's a little space with blankets and that's where we spend time between concerts, and in the morning when existing is all we have energy for. On festivals you can find drinking buddies at every corner but suffering from hangover together with those guys makes us real friends.

My friend Anna lost her purse with all her money in it so now we live very very low-cost. It means about 2-3 euros per day. So in the last few days I became a master in how to sneak in somewhere with vodka under my shirt, and how to get food without money.

Caro Emerald today, then Crystal Fighters then Rizzle Kicks. Aaaawh yeah

SZIGET DAY -1

Me and my friend Anna are such survivors that despite that we live 1 hour away from SZIGET and the unbearable weather ( 38 degrees hot!), we decided to move in at day -1, so 2 days before the real concerts start.

On this years first SZIGET-day, this is what I noticed

Atmosphere
Either I change or the festival, but it's never the same as the previous year. It's growing, offering more opportunities, getting more modern and convenient. It has a pulse.

International peopleAt the camping area we haven't heard a single word in Hungarian, and everywhere else English was the main language too. It's like an outside place where people come from every corner of the world and they are really happy when they find some natives. Our camping neighbours are from Germany and Holland, and they are also 17-18 years olds, and we had some interesting conversations with Finnish and British weirdos as well. 


Wheelchairs

I've seen disabled people on festivals before but I've always thought that they are coming for the concert they are dying to see and then they go home safely. No, these people live in the festival. They sleep in a tent just like every other people. It's amazing I think, I was deeply touched and sometimes close to tears. Can you imagine how much sacrifice and responsibility their friends take? Cause honestly I can't. But this way at 3 a m you can see some drunk disabled people racing round and round with their wheelchairs shouting 'whooho!'. So happy moments.

Pictures later!

i wanna live in a music festival forever

Due to my personality, I naturally love music festivals and get enthusiastic really fast. So far this summer I've visited 2 of them; but the biggest, the longest, the most popular, the most visited, the one I love the most and have been waiting for all year, the splendid SZIGET FESTIVAL starts now!
And I'm going to be one of that huge mass of people who gather together to have the time of their life. Around 400 000 visitors! (which means that if SZIGET was a city, it would be the 2nd biggest in Hungary)

Just some of the incredible bands who play this year

the stone roses
the killers
the xx
two door cinema club
noah and the whale
the vaccines
viza
the pogues
etc

Amaaaazing!

a song for today

this song is so beautiful. so so so so so beautiful.

a bittersweet birthday post

This day has come just like every other day. It's funny that how elusive time seems on these 'special occasions', like an 18th birthday.
I've always hated my birthdays, because it's a kind of borderline you have to cross but cannot go back. It reminds me that I should get more and more responsible, and I have to admit I'm not really a grown-up material. So I woke up this morning with a bittersweet taste in my mouth

For my birthday, my family got me a real DSLR camera (!!) and a bunch of old videos of me being 3 or 4 years old. It's really weird to watch, little me having a bath, little me playing computer games with little brother and everyone has ridiculous hair and clothes.

little me

There's one particular video in which I'm crying because my brother and father made me believe that all my VCR tapes are destroyed and all we can watch from now on are football and basketball matches. Isn't it cute?


After lunch a friend of mine came over. He's had a crush on me for a long time and it was something we had both knew but none of us talked about, so this way we could be good friends. But today the doorbell rang so I opened a door and he was standing there with a bouquet of 18 red roses. I dried up completely.. Shocked and embarassed, I was searching for some words to say other than 'thank you'. And I felt terrible  down to the core that it was not a film, in which I would love him back and kiss him; the camera would zoom out after this scene, and little birds would write 'the end' on the blue sky.
But it's not a film, and sometimes you have to be the heartbreaker even though you really don't want to.

my roses

Other than that, so far i've got 2 texts, 9 private messages, 66 facebook posts and 3 phone calls of saying happy bithday, and a mysterious question about what colours are my favourite, so I'm counting on more birthday presents.

And I'm going to a concert tonight with my closest friends and gonna buy my first and last pack of cigarettes.

so I guess that's it. I'm 18 now.

exam day 2morro

cross your fingers, all of you, tomorrow is my language exam day! would be too ironic to write blog in english if i failed it...

and here's a picture

which has nothing to do with the exam, i just dont want to think about it constantly and stress myself out completely til tomorrow.
but this picture's here with a valid reason because this is what summers gonna be like.
starts on friday!!

SUBMARINE

submarine is the kind of movie you just dont forget.  it's a love story of the socially awkwards with weird humour and lots of Alex Turner songs. Sweeet.

"My mother is worried that I have mental problems.
I found a book about teenage paranoid delusions during a routine search of my parents' bedroom. After that, I started slipping choice phrases into our conversation.

My mother is naturally neurotic and in her youth even dreamed of being an actress, until she was told by a speech therapist that her tongue was too big for her mouth. Now she works for the council's Legal and Democratic Services department.
One of the rules in her office is that if it's your birthday, you are held responsible
for bringing your own cake to work. "




- It's rude to leave a film before it's finished.
- Who to?
- The film-makers.
- How do they know?
- They just do.
- How?
- They do.



 I watched it 3 times in a row.

it doesnt even have a title

dear blog, sorry for treating you like this. my brain has dried out and shrunk  dramatically  so i have no thoughs to be written. regress is a typical sympthom of the end of the schoolyear, i guess.
here's a picture i found today and liked a lot.

and here's a song for that picture.

today i am mr grumpy

Sometimes I imagine how good it is to be born as a native English speaker.
You dont have to go to painfully boring english classes and solve stupid grammatical tasks and open up a dictionary every 5 mins when you read a book. You just learned it, and never ever have to sacrifice a single thought on it. And instead of completing grammatical tasks you have a lot of time to learn something fun, like tap dancing or taming animals. Or building rockets from trash.
Or anything.

RIP, my dear computer

Ok, so destroying my computer completely doesn't really help the sad little situation of this blog.
Poor fella, it shuts itself down every time I switch it on, and smells like burning plastic, which is the smell of death in the parallel gadget-world.
Anyways, I'm gonna upload here some pictures of the aaawsome barbecue party we had on saturday as soon as I'm able. Until then, here's a picture of a monkey in a tuxedo. Say hi to him.

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Last night we were in the bar, and I talked to a girl who lives in a dorm. They have very strict rules there, for example they have to be back at 10 every day... but they can circumvent this relatively easy, they just give a bag of gummy bears to the doorman, and he lets them stay out all night.
gummy bears.

GUMMY BEARS.

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because I love this photo so much

 This photo is the product of a lovely Saturday afternoon spent with best friend (in the middle) in the castle district of Budapest. Woohoo!  Isn't she cuteness? 

Pretty chica next door, with a pint of Blair Waldorf-blood in her vains

I love that she's grinning like an idiot... just as usual, hunnybug.

I love the group of Spanish tourist in the background taking hundreds of photos of the grocery shop next to them (wtf??) on the street which crosses the street where my future apartment is! (I'm gonna live there and give sleepover parties with a slight amount of alcohol every night and we gonna cook ourselves food and have soooo much fun that we won't give a fuck about not having hot water in that apartment)

And I love, I LOVE the sun. First days of spring after freezing wintertime is like eating up a big bowl of your grandma's cookies. Oh, I'm a poet!

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spend 10 minutes with Noah, the whale and me

first, listen to this

then this

Don't you feel an urge to just grab him and hug him and comb his hair all day?
If not, just take a look at him:



(and don't forget to notice that he's wearing a hippie shirt!)
Got it?

They are coming to Budapest in august. My life's so awesomee

so typical

the things I lost/broke recently
*my ID card
*my keys
*my glasses

good job

update: I found my ID! I left it in the cinema... so now I'm a keyless person forced to wear contacts 24/7, but at least I'm a person.
I don't really have high expectations.

i should be studying math right now....

the summary of the rest of this week:

this afternoon: grrr mmmmpphh
tomorrow: grrr mmmmpphh even more

friday:
\(._.\)

(/._.)/

~(._.~)

(~._.)~

(only if i don't die till then)

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farsang part 1. the fake moustache party

It's farsang time here
(farsang= a hungarian tradition:  people wear [scary] costumes to tell winter to get the fuck away from here)
In our life, there are periods of how we jugde this tradition. When we are small, we want the most kickass costume in the world. When we're a bit older, we feel ourself too mature and adult-y for dressing up. And, when we are 17, our infantility level increases and we want the most kickass costume in the world again.

So we went to the pub to get a good old glass of... water (yes, water!) in costumes. The fact that no one else was wearing any, didn't stop us.
I was supposed to be a hippie, and Laura was Audrey Hepburn, but most of the time I look like a hippie and she looks like Audrey Hepburn anyway. Zsofi did a little better job, she was a tree, wearing an enormous leafy thing (no idea what the hell was it) on her head.
The fun part started when Fruzsi completed her tuck driver costume with a moustache, and since we have supplies, we brought two sets of fake party moustaches to offer her a wide range to choose.
The idea got popular, and soon half of the pub was walking around in moustache.

The advantages of wearing a fake moustache
* easy to make friends - just offer one to someone from the crowd of people staring at you
* easy to pick up boys - yes! strange, but moustache catches men's attention too.
* people with normal moustache can have only one, but this way you can wear two or three at the same time. you can have moustaches instead of eyebrows, if you wish.
* everybody looks better with a moustache

The disadvantages of wearing a fake moustache
*it's icky

dark mark on Narcissa Malfoy

A hippie and Audrey Hepburn with moustache

our bright future prospects

I think I should explain a bit why I started this blog.
Growing up is rough, no arguments on that. But growing up is one of the most memorable and fun periods of life... And I'm living it now.
Now at the age of 17 we (me + a group of friends) are getting to be clear about who we are,it's time to decide what we want from this world, so that one day when we're old we can lay back and look at our life proudly. We have to make decisions which affect... like, our whole foreverness.
But the new education laws in Hungary make it really hard (or impossible) to attend  a university in the country.
So what am I gonna do? No idea. Really. You know, it's a terrible feeling, it swirls inside me and never gives me a rest. On the other hand, it's kinda fun. I might pack up a suitcase and go away to seek fortune. Thats how all fairytales start:)

When I spend time with people at my age, the feeling of changes literally vibrates in the air. And I thought it would be fun to capture it somehow. So that's why I started this blog.

if i were a hippie

Balint: hey, Flora, if you were a hippie, what would be your hippie name?
Flora: umm... I think it would still be Flora, you can't find a hippier name than that.

the giant floating baby head

Has anyone noticed the giant floating baby head in Phineas and Ferb?




And am I the only one who thinks that it's really creepy??

• a desripctionof it
• a fanpage dedicated to it on facebook

i heart my bag

Hey, here's a picture of my bag




















But that's not just a bag...! That's a legendary, royal tool, which gets through everything! Tales call it 'the survivor bag', and -believe me- it's truly served its fame.
I bought it 2 years ago from H&M and our love has been burning since then. I wear it every day, and there's always some change or a pen (usually out of ink) hiding in its pockets when I need them. Sometimes I find quite surprising little things there too (like a spoon or a teabag)
But most important, it constantly tends to survive the various strikes that come with my lifestyle.


Here's a short list:

* I use it as a pillow when I sleep in public, or a cushion when I want to sit in the grass and it's still wet after a rain
*I've spilt beer on it several times
*I've spilt beer in it several times
*Once I left it in a bar in Prague
*Once I left it in a car when we were hitchhiking
*Two new year parties, two birthdays of mine
*The long and nerve-racking bus trips in Transylvania and France
*All the violent storms and dog days during the last two years

And still, it's pretty and shining like a new one. Miracle, that's what it is.

Some of our moments together:

a night out

in this picture I'm just being myself

Balatonfenyves train station, summer 2009

the castle district, Prague

The start of something

Today is the glorious day of the reborn of this blog.... Not that it had an eventful previous life - it's only been sinking deeper and deeper in the sludge of forgotten and never loved blogs in this cyber world.
But now, now I'm full of enthusiasm and new ideas. Gonna be pretty, gonna be smart, gonna be fun!

From this day, I proudly present myself as a...

 

Ezen a ragyogó napon újjáélesztem a blogomat. Nem mintha olyan eseménydús előélete lett volna: egy volt csak a sok elfelejtett blog közül. De most, most tele vagyok ötletekkel és lelkesedéssel. Szép lesz, jó lesz! Mától blogger vagyok :)