#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