Shots from January

A hangover.
Bitter cold.
Papers.
More Bitter cold.
Tea on the balcony.
More Papers.
Smell of Coffe sneaking into my bed.
Drizzle.
Colorful things cheering up my room.
Rain.
A pair of blue eyes.
Slippery roads denying any movement.

Győr.
Budapest.
Székesfehérvár.
Friends from Holland.
Nyíregyháza.
Obama.
Fog.

The once favourite music sounding exactly the same but telling a whole different story.


Photo from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PUU4DwOkFPM

Reloaded

8 o'clock in the morning and the noise of the trash-truck wakes me up. The tea tastes better than the previous weeks. People are walking on the streets. The shops are opened. That ever-angry shopkeeper is looking at me again with a question in her bored eyes: "'Da hell 'ya want?" I feel like jumping around and hug her, smile at her and yell to her face:

"I would like my everyday pastry!!"

The post office is crowded with old people paying their bills. The sound of the copier is buzzing not far from me in the library. I managed to continue my childish game of "borrowing" some printed papers again.

The world phisically started its life once more. And I feel like jumping it around and hug it, smile on it and yell into its face: I'm living!

Mankind is not made for vegetating for such a long time. It is for creativity, for performance and for happiness. And you can only be happy if you feel produtive. It can be a small thing as a homework but never forget that it only depends on you. It's something I have to keep in mind too.

Photo from here by =circle--of--fire

Some words about Christmas

I'm too young to appreciate Christmas.

There are several thought about its importance the one I hear most of the time is the Holiday of Family and Love.
Thank God I'm living in a normal family without alcoholism, child beating and disease problems. I wish I could say it is normal but as I look around myself I have to admit that this is The exception. So for me, Christmas is just another day with presents.

These had been the thoughts of mine until the evening arrived.

And then and there, in front of the christmas tree with the Youtube playing religious and traditional Christmas songs, something happened.
In me.

Photo by Alorn

Above all

One day I will pack my things, go to a deserted place somewhere in the North and watch this with hot tea in the hands, wondering about what to write next on my blog. By the way, what? :D

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I'm listening to that song again

Too early to think, too early to explain,
Too cold to freeze, too cold to remain.
I'm listening to that song again.

Hard the truth is
That I do miss
Those moments in vain.
I'm listening to that song again.

Wicked waves of the ocean
Tells me an emotion
Of summer in Spain.
I'm listening to that song again.

Time to run against the wind,
to learn how to live with new situations, new environment.
And I'm listening to that song again...

Photo by mattonime

Hole

The pipe that connects the tap and the shower head broke a few weeks ago. So in order to have an acceptable shower I had to turn the water pressure to the maximum but still it was more like when a cat licks itself all over than a real shower. A huge amount of water just poured out of the hole.

Isn't it familiar? Just to receive something enormous efforts have to be made. And in the end you still miss the staisfaction. But since we are living in a consumer society I bought a new pipe.

Fortunately people can not just thrown out and you can fill the whole hole in.

Sweet November

November tell me, tell me what's your secret. Every year you are special for me. Not only because I have my birthday with you but because you give me way too much experience compared to the others.
November you are rude. You wildly smash the door of autumn and blow your frozen breath into the room.
November you are melancholic. The soft fog that occupies the city at every morning and the weak effort of the woozy sun to break, seems nothing to you.
November you are harsh. Always delivering the hardest punch to me where it hurts the most. Always.
November you are wise. You teach me things I don't want to know. But I have to.

November I love you. Especially for this year. It began like every month then an enormous crack came, a leaving flatmate, many tasks to solve, personal storms and then a returning flatmate again, with a new one into a house where nothing changed but everything is different.

Photo: http://blogol.hu/pikz/silima/b011_november.jpg