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.

this is me pretending to have a nosering

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. )

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

#3 Paper Lions - Travelling

#4 Kimya Dawson - Rollercoaster

#5 Matt and Kim - Daylight

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

#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)

#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

#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. 

#1 the day I found this song

It was an ordinary day.

I found this before going to sleep so I stayed up much longer because I had to listed to it.

hello again, have a cup of tea

Hello again.
Here's the thing: this blog is so forgotten and lonely, it makes my heart hurt... It's a little like watching a friend suffer - a friend who reminds me of myself in an awkward way.

(I could say that i've had no time to post, but it's not true. It just didnt feel like that I should. I cant explain why)


So this is the deal I made with myself: not this week, cause i'll be terribly busy, but next week -
every day of the week i'll post about one thing (either important, or fun, or completely irrelevant) that has happened ever since.
Cause this is not just a blog, it's rather a diary, and I write it as much to myself as to you, dear readers.

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!