this is me pretending to have a nosering |
szombat
to be pierced or not to be?
I eventually arrived to that milestone in my life when I REALLY want a nose ring. People react to this usually like "please no" or "aren't you a little old to be rebellious?" But the truth is I'm not trying to be rebellious. I just like the look.
vasárnap
the ugly dancing me
facebook is flooded with this incredible brain-killing stupidity, but...
I couldn't resist and made my own dancing me. here
(PS: this is probably making its creator really rich. life's not fair. )
csütörtök
songs of the road
I think I'm speaking not just for myself but everyone: we've never hated school so much before.
Of course it has the advantage that it keeps together the community, but it also has several crucial problems, just to list a few of them:
a, it starts painfully early
b, it last way too long
c, it is completely pointless
d, it turns normal people into insomniac zombies.
To feel a little better, I made a collection of my favourite songs about TRAVELLING, because this is what I would like to be doing right now.
#1 The Jolly Boys - The passenger (Iggy Pop cover)
#2 The Mowgli's - Time
Of course it has the advantage that it keeps together the community, but it also has several crucial problems, just to list a few of them:
a, it starts painfully early
b, it last way too long
c, it is completely pointless
d, it turns normal people into insomniac zombies.
To feel a little better, I made a collection of my favourite songs about TRAVELLING, because this is what I would like to be doing right now.
#1 The Jolly Boys - The passenger (Iggy Pop cover)
#2 The Mowgli's - Time
#3 Paper Lions - Travelling
#4 Kimya Dawson - Rollercoaster
#5 Matt and Kim - Daylight
vasárnap
this is my bucket list
MY BUCKET LIST SO FAR
* (putting aside money somehow and) backpacking through Asia.
Since my yoga teacher told me about her trip, that's all I wanna do.
* finishing my book
yes, of course i know that eventually almost everyone starts writing a book once in a life. the real challenge is finishing it. The first and the last chapter is already done, and also 2 or 3 from inside.
*meeting the members of The Kooks
this wish takes me back to when I was 15. I was a fanatic of that band and spread my unconditional love amongst my summer camp-friends like it'd been an agressive virus. As I got older and wiser (ha ha) this feeling faded a lot, but still, i'd kill for meeting the kooks-guys.
*petting a wombat
I think I don't have to explain why
*selling my hair
I found a webpage where you can buy and sell hair. People get $500 offers for their hair, which is I think a very reasonable price for hair. Since mine is blond and healthy and thick, I know I could sell it. The problem is that I have to let it grow so much that after cutting 40 cm I still want a decent amount of that on my head.
- to be continued
* (putting aside money somehow and) backpacking through Asia.
Since my yoga teacher told me about her trip, that's all I wanna do.
* finishing my book
yes, of course i know that eventually almost everyone starts writing a book once in a life. the real challenge is finishing it. The first and the last chapter is already done, and also 2 or 3 from inside.
*meeting the members of The Kooks
this wish takes me back to when I was 15. I was a fanatic of that band and spread my unconditional love amongst my summer camp-friends like it'd been an agressive virus. As I got older and wiser (ha ha) this feeling faded a lot, but still, i'd kill for meeting the kooks-guys.
*petting a wombat
I think I don't have to explain why
*selling my hair
I found a webpage where you can buy and sell hair. People get $500 offers for their hair, which is I think a very reasonable price for hair. Since mine is blond and healthy and thick, I know I could sell it. The problem is that I have to let it grow so much that after cutting 40 cm I still want a decent amount of that on my head.
- to be continued
szerda
#4 the day I was young wild and free
One thing I really hate about this year is that we have to study ALL the time. It doesn't mean that we do, it means that we (or at least I) procastinate and procastrinate... until I can't help myself imagining a walking creature of books and notebooks following me everywhere and ruining my peaceful moments.
That's the time when I leave my comfort zone and practically move into the library.
So one afternoon in the library when i'd been studying hungarian history for hours, and suddenly I realised that my phone (which was on shuffle) plays this jolly tune into my ears
So what we get drunk?
So what we smoke weed?
We’re just having fun
We don’t care who sees
So what we go out?
That’s how it's supposed to be
Living young and wild and free
I felt devastated. But I laughed.
(a video about procastrination
http://vimeo.com/9553205
watching this is the best procastrination ever)
That's the time when I leave my comfort zone and practically move into the library.
So one afternoon in the library when i'd been studying hungarian history for hours, and suddenly I realised that my phone (which was on shuffle) plays this jolly tune into my ears
So what we get drunk?
So what we smoke weed?
We’re just having fun
We don’t care who sees
So what we go out?
That’s how it's supposed to be
Living young and wild and free
I felt devastated. But I laughed.
(a video about procastrination
http://vimeo.com/9553205
watching this is the best procastrination ever)
kedd
#3 the day when we were princesses
In Hungary every high school seniors celebrate their prom in november or december. Traditionally they wear wedding dresses (tuxedos for the guys) and waltz in front of their entire family, family friends, non-family friends, familiar strangers, pets and hairdressers, altogether about a thousand people.
It was an essential part of the schoolyear so i decided to post about it, but frankly I wasnt a big fan of this occasion. I mean the dancing part was fun, but I'm not the kind of girl who gets excited about wearing a white dress (but the kind of girl who gets very nervous from the crowd watching us)
So let the pictures tell the story
and we also performed a kung-fu fighter geisha dance
It was an essential part of the schoolyear so i decided to post about it, but frankly I wasnt a big fan of this occasion. I mean the dancing part was fun, but I'm not the kind of girl who gets excited about wearing a white dress (but the kind of girl who gets very nervous from the crowd watching us)
So let the pictures tell the story
and we also performed a kung-fu fighter geisha dance
#2 the day when we wandered in vienna
One Saturday this december we had a schooltrip to Vienna to visit the traditional christmas fair. What you should know about the Viennese christmas fair is that it's charming indeed but unbelievably, incredibly c r o w d e d.
And crowd is something I can hardly tolerate, so this led to the idea that me and my friend Anna split off the group and went to explore other parts of Vienna instead.
The cat café
As I later learned it's a common thing in Japan, but it was a shocking new experience for us. Cats cats cats everywhere! Pictures of cats on the wall, cat shaped biscuits, cats on the napkins, on the coasters, on the menu. And real cats sleeping on chairs and walking around proudly in the café shop. Very spoilt ones with superior facial expressions (some cats are very good at that)
I (who do not like cats) felt a little tense there.
The flea marked which turned out to be a simple market
Do not look for flea markets in Vienna - or if you do, make sure, that it's really a flea market. Unfortunately the one we went looking for proved to be nothing like that. We got lost about five times, then finally found it and.... it was just tomatoes, fish and more fish. Ouch.
1 euro shop
It's not a specialty of Vienna, BUT the kind of shop that can make us unconventionally happy. It's stuffed with the coolest and most random things, like crocodile shaped scissors, table tennis balls, nail polish, happy birthday balloons, shoelaces..- and suddenly you feel an urge to have ALL of them, so it's a real challenge to choose what to buy.
The photo exhibition
There's an awesome exhibition of famous photographs and old film cameras in the Westlicht Gallery. There I fell in love with this
The guy who brought a sports bag to carry home the huge pile of Hollister clothes he was about to buy in Vienna
First we didnt understand why he has an empty sports bag with him, but then his classmates told us. It's just funny.
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