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