Hey hey hey, so much time passed since my last note - it was Sunday, right? Every day I thought about writing but then every day something happened and the blog stopped developping :)Now that I have time and a free computer I'll try to resume my week which indeed has been incredible...

My Sunday and Monday were gloomy, I was homesick for Budapest, my friends, etc... Of course it helped me a lot that I went to havean ice-cream with Fruzsi and Orsi on Easter Monday and I also started to read a really good book by Paulo Coelho. Oh yeah, and we did a bit of "disaster tourism" with my brother. The river Tisza is still about to flood this beautiful city of mine. That's really scary actually, the buildings on the riverbank are all flooded and there are DUCKS swimming in the park... I mean what was a park before... I'm so annoyed I can't volunteer to put sandbags because of my illness, I wish I could do something. It's still getting worse, so we'll see how it goes. Luckily enough, we won't be evacuated but some parts of the city are already seriously damaged. I wish my dad was here, that would be a bit of a moral support for the family but also I'm sure he'd have a lot to say about it.

Wednesday I headed off to the hospital at 7 o clock and got my results by quarter past 9... My right arm is actually prurplish-green (very sexy, I know) because of the blood thing, again. What really annoyed me was that the doctor told me to come back on Monday and not to go to school until I'm on medication... She actually asked me, "Zsuzsanna, what is that important about that school of yours?"... When I came home i suffered my second nervous breakdown since Sunday :) my poor mum had to take all the yelling and crying and stuff. Finally I decided to give shit about the doctor and my weakness and headed to Budapest!!! I couldn't wait to all the friends I have there...
I spent my Thursday home, laughing mostly - did you know laughing can be really tiring? Especially when in Lilla's and Gergő's company... We made up versions for my brother's wedding and names for my future first child; composed an "alternative" poem for Lilla's work at the university with Ági; wrote a list about all the incredible things that happened to us during these few months (I know: in a few weeks we'll have lists all over the place); decided that we were actually living in a workshop and not a flat coz all of us are so creative, etc... I forgot to mention that I met Ákos also and he boosted up my confidence a bit and told me about his trip to Amsterdam ;) Then arrived another friend and they found partners in each other about Fidesz... I decided to keep my mouth shut, that's the best thing to do when talking to someone who supports Fidesz - I think that's the worst thing about the whole party, apart from the fact that the "horde" is following his leader Orbán no matter what he says or does. Hopefully the results won't change with the 2nd round. I wonder what it would be like having the same party for the 2nd period though... I hope they come up with something energetic but effective at the same time but I don't have any illusions either. It's better than Fidesz(and I mean the ideology and the moral background)and that's what matters. A protest vote, you know. I'll vote for them (liberal-social coalition) and skip voting for the (in)famous kétfarkú kutya párt (a fake party that was inventented to make fun of the whole campaign)like I did last time.
On Friday the workshop-thing gained it's real, classical meaning. Gergő left for school, Lilla's boyfriend, Kincsi arrived and the whole flat (workshop, sorry) became chaotic. She had to finish her drawings and plans, she's been up all night and still had a lot to go, so I jumped in and helped writing her name, etc. on the papers, making a collage, taking picture of the drawings... I was never good at making straight lines or sticking things together so my hand shook I was doing the whole thing and I had glue up to my nose. You should have seen us: Kincsi was glueing two sheets of paper together in the living room, I was making the collage in the entré (on the floor, of course, next to empty beer bottles, shoes and flower pots), the kitchen covered with empty dishes and Lilla buried in her papers in her room. Wow. If that's not creativity, what is?! :)
Later on Ági came by and we spent the rest of the day together by basically doing nothing, but still having a good time, getting to know each other even better and making up what she would do when in Szeged for the next time. Some time in the afternoon our little workshop actually turned into a scene from Friends: Zsuzsi came over to visit me, Gergő's friend also stepped in, so it was what the French would call a vrai bordel, everyone talking to everyone, each of us/them feeling comfortable and at home :) It was a perfect afternoon. I thought I would never be able to say something like since I hardly believe in perfect things; but that, right there (and the evening also when we were going to Zöld Pardon) was perfect. The perfectness of life, youth, university life, relationship between people.
We went to see Anima Sound System, but it's just not the same with this new singer Juli - Juci, the last one, was way different and I preferred that.
I'm just back from theater, we went to see this thing called Mechanikus narancs (must be something like Mechanical Orange in English) but it wasn't that good; very strange indeed, and quite boring.

Yes, you’re right, that’s like a whole week missing from my blog! I’ll try and catch up with myself now, so be prepared for something reeeaaallly long :)
So, the unthinkable actually happened, and I had to go to hospital indeed. I won’t say it was unexpected, but I was rather convinced that nothing like this would happen to me… you know, it’s me! :) but when I could hardly swallow by Sunday I lived on painkillers I was ready to do anything, honestly, anything, just to end this whole thing and get well. So I packed my little suitcase and headed straight to the hospital on Tuesday morning where my torture began… :) It was really like being in, and I mean actually living in a surrealist novel or short story! The Hungarian reality, you know…
First of all, the building is this really old, ruined thing with bars on the windows. Location: between the infamous Csillag Börtön and the – even more infamous, of possible - Pulcz utca Asylum… You can imagine the view… I met a guard, by the way while I was “sunbathing” on the “terrase” (more like a függőfolyosó, really) and he was walking up and down with a huge machine gun!
Ok. So I arrived, got changed, packed my things. My shoes were immediately taken away with my suitcase and I was scorned because of the amounts of books I brought with myself :P The nurse didn’t even let my dad say goodbye to me although he was leaving for 3 weeks to Australia but that’s nothing, really… Then came the infusion! Ah, that thing, really… of course, she didn’t find my vein so my blood spilled everywhere on my bed and my pillow. I’m sure we all agree that it was definitely MY fault – she asked me why my veins were twisting and could not stay still?! :P By this time I was in a state a shock ( Guide to Zsuzsi, Chapter 1: she hates, really, seriously hates NEEDLES and blood), half- crying, half- sweating, turning my head away, but I assured her that I would tell my veins to stay still for the next time… Next thing she did was getting a piece of cotton and two strips of tape and she fixed that the bloodstain on my cover wouldn’t be seen! :))) And off she went. Needless to say, my hand went all numb by the time the first ration of medicine was finished and I had to go to the toilet so bad! So I got the 2nd ration and I took the sachet of infusion, held one hand high and headed to the toilet… Imagine that sight! Luckily enough, the toilet is soooo well equipped that there is actually a sort of hanger to hang the infusion on… :))) That was the moment when I started to discover the “fun” part of it, or rather, how ridiculous this whole situation was. I mean, look: on one hand, given a spoilt, daddy’s-little-girl type of girl who always get what she wants and never been or lived in bad circumstances; on the other hand, given a Hungarian hospital with cold food, disgusting toilets, anti- enthusiastic nurses… I think you see what I mean. Seeing this and all the burlesk rooted in this whole situation helped me a lot to get through it. I was convinced that getting well also depended on my will, and I was absolutely determined on getting well and feeling good, whatever it took. So, I tried to see all these little things and just laugh at them.
Anyway, back to my favorite nurse! Every morning when she came in she had remark to make, such as: why do I keep my towels on the towel rack (mmmm… because it is a towel.. RACK.. to keep towels on it???); why do I have so many books; why am I still asleep (that was my favourite; at half past 6 in the morning), why didn’t I bring back my plate, etc… so when she came in I was always hoping, “please, please, shut up, just come and go…” I think by the end she understood it, because she gave up talking to me and giving out stupid orders…
The others were nice, I especially liked the nurses who came in during the night to check if I have fever and asked all kinds of questions eg. How many times did you go to toilet last day? Was it ok? (Don’t ask why they do this when it’s still dark outside) So once a nurse came in I told her that if, one day, I got home, I was sure to get up in the middle of the night and start enumerating these datas, even without anyone to ask… :)
Oh yeah, and some additional adventures about my infusion: one day I called for a nurse 3 times but nobody came and my liquid was running out, so I jumped out of my bed and went to get someone because surprise-surprise the blood started going up…
After the second day I managed to get some hot water which was a real luxury to me, then, even better, on the third day they changed my sheet. (Of course, my mum freaked out the first time she saw it and wanted to make a scandal, saying she hadn’t even seen things like this not even back in the Soviet Union) My favourite lunch was tökfőzelék with some half- cooked chicken (Guide to Zsuzsi, Chapter 2: top three most disgusting food in the world: 1. tökfőzelék 2. honey 3. poppy seed) so I had the wonderful whether to eat a disgusting meat or to eat something even more disgusting. Clear enough, I chose the chicken – that was the first and last time I actually had a piece of meat in the hospital (apart from what my mum brought me, of course)! I tried to do as if I had eaten from the pumpkin thing so they won’t say I’m to spoilt but I1m not sure if they believed I did :) Next day was funny to, I got smashed potatoes (as every day, by the way) with some meat and sauce but I’m still trying to find out what that was… it was tasteless, orange with small green pieces in it. I think someone should have sent it over for an overall analysis…;)
I think my third day was the worst. Again, the infusion came in, but after a while the nurse realized that something was wrong… Yeah well, my veins were completely blocked and the liquid just couldn’t enter – can you imagine that? So, to my biggest pleasure, she informed me that she had to find another place in my arm (which was by that time all swollen) to stick her needle in… luckily enough, she wasn’t as maladroit as her fellow nurse and I was ok by the end. Well, if you call ok who looks like being back from the casting of Trainspotting… ;) All in all I was happy because they told me that from the next day on I would get pills and not this stuff so I went to bed thinking “god, a day without needles, I can’t believe it…2 And just how right I was! Next morning I woke up with the nurse sitting on my bed, smiling, saying “Quick, I need to take blood from you, give me your hand”. You know, I wasn’t even awake yet… She assured me not to touch my infusion-arm which was the least she could promise, I’m sure I wouldn’t have let to touch it! So she took blood from me and I was hoping that maybe, maybe the next day would be without needles… And so it was finally! :))
There are also small details such as calling for a doctor at 10 o’ clock in the evening, the nurse saying she’d be there in a minute and then waking up next morning without ever seeing the doctor… Then the consultation with the head of the doctors who came in a mask and asked how I felt, I said good (well, what else do you expect from someone who spent five days in your hospital, whose hand is green and spends her time sleeping, right?!) so off she went! My brother told me “look, Zsuzsi, you know if you have cancer, it’s always the family who knows first and not you” (nice, hm?) but still… Don’t ask, for example, what my illness meant or how long it would take to recover…The only thing I know, which is like the funniest part of it, that it’s also called kissing disease. I think that’s the most ironic thing that could ever happen to me after all these weeks, don’t you think so? If an illness can actually fit someone, well, this fits me just perfectly… Just to make sure, I asked the doctor if I could kiss people and she assured me that I was no longer contagious! This, at least… :)))
I also had a lot of visitors, although I wasn’t supposed to. I was really happy to have them around, but the best was talking to my dear friend Judit, to whom this blog owes its existence. She came in yesterday around four, chased away Vili and stayed till 7. We have one those talks, you know… I think the whole hospital was loud from our laughter. The thing is, she is one of those absolutely intelligent and wise people who always make me feel small and insignificant because of their personality, and still she was the one who called me wise (because of my “carpe diem” attitude) which really surprised and flattered me, although I don’t agree with it, of course. Once we were talking with Ági about my ideal partner, and I told her he would have to be very intelligent, far more than I am, and she answered that it would be really hard to find a guy like that. Well, now I describe it properly: he should be something like Judit, his way of thinking, manners and intelligence. THAT would be definitely enough.
She made me promise that I would write down something, so here it goes, just for you, Judit. We were talking about regrets, and I ttold her that amongst all my mistakes in my life there’s only one thing I would change if I could turn back time, and that is kissing Andrew. Why? Because not knowing what it would have been like with him bugs me more than being lovesick afterwards for a certain period of time. I also told her that should that be up to me, I would not make the same mistake with Dave, no matter how it would hurt afterwards. You can’t live like that, thinking about the consequences, and, more precisely, fearing the consequences of your acts. What I told Judit is that she shouldn’t worry about what something would be, or turn out to be. You never know, you can’t see the future, so why don’t you just seize the opportunity, and yes, maybe sort of suffer afterwards, but at least you live it! You shouldn’t miss opportunities (of what you might not even be aware!) just because you think to much. I think that was it, right Judit? That you shouldn’t worry about how a certain thing or relationship would work out in the future, because it will eventually always work out somehow; and if you don’t try, you won’t know. (I wish I could write down that talk with her, and give back faithfully her wit and wiseness… no space, time and memory, though!)
I also talked to Ági several hours all in all. I really missed her, as if a part of me was missing, but I’m really happy now because right now she’s also one of the people around me who are in love and who are happy. It’s such a nice feeling to have you people like that around you! To be continued.

Right now? I am working on my notebook coz my brother’s on the internet, but I still wanna get this blog straight anyway, listening to Radio Café’s Instant. Some really good music, especially who’s having a serious hangover and can’t get her thoughts straight. “You see I can’t even write this properly” (Virginia Woolf wrote this to his husband Leonard in her farewell letter), because I really don’t know where to begin and where the story ends.
Let’s start with Friday morning. It was awful, in every possible way. First we went to get the car from my dad’s garage and although he told me to go straight, of course I didn’t, I managed to make a quite serious damage on the front part of car. So that made me decide not to go to Budapest by car, but to take the 9.45 train. So we went to see my doctor for a check, since my neck only got worse, I don’t know if I have mentioned that already, but I do look like if I had swallowed to tabletennis balls so I have to wear a scarf constantly, which can be very annoying especially if you want to go out (see later). So the doctor sent me to get some more tests and she was very cynical about how was unlucky with this virus, since if it’s not mononucleosis then she has no idea what it might be, so I’ll have to take different drugs to see if they work or not. I only understood how unlucky I actually am, I only understood later that day. She also told me how my appearance was very bad, and I was like, come on, I don’t need you to tell me that, I have a mirror…Of course I arrived late for the train so I had to wait for the next one. No wonder I was 2 hours late from the sightseeing tour. Well, I haven’t missed that much, since I know Budapest, but still…
After spending a nice afternoon with the group and Ági and her Dutch friend (dunno how he spells his name, sorry, but he is really a nice guy, we had so much fun!! Actually I think Ákos got a bit pissed off because of us because we were really like three 16-year-olds, giggling all the time, which made the others laugh as well :P) I went home to get some rest, which consisted of putting on my wall some nice, newly-framed photos, having a bath, and, finally, spending two (TWO!!) hours on getting ready for that night. I couldn’t decide what to wear, not that it had such a big importance, but I was constantly not satisfied with my clothes, my figure and my look- I know, as usual… And then, when I actually managed to decided which T-shirt to wear, I realized that I didn’t have a scarf that matched, and I could definitely NOT go without it, I look really bad (the doctor was right about it…). So, I started running up and down in the apartment like a fejetlen csirke as we say it in Hungarian (“headless chicken”). I ended up in Lilla’s room and I borrowed one of her T-shirts which was the exact green shade that I was wearing. I pulled it on, to my neck, and I somehow managed to fix it so that it stayed on )) I know, women’s creativity knows no limits when it comes to look, right?!
We started the night at Szimpla with a few beers and Jagermeisters, but it got right into my head, I got tipsy too fast. I remember telling myself “stop drinking, otherwise you lose control and you won’t remember important things” and I also remember taking a big gulp of beer the next moment. Yeah, well, I never said következetesség was one of my good qualities… I had a nice conversation with one of Dave’s friend who reminded me soooo much of Ravi (an American guy I met in Barcelona). We were talking about French people’s love life  and about my nice earrings ) Dave told me he was “so smooth”, but I didn’t really care about whether he was or not indeed. Later on we managed to get to Macskafogo which was already full. I wonder how we ever found the way, Ági and me leading, both of us drunk…

This is the point where things got a bit hectic and my memory’s getting blank. I remember us standing at the bar, having a beer, then going dancing, and for some reason I told Dave he was using me, and he said something like “at least I’m not using you in that way” (it’s funny though how you can make the italic sound with just by a simple stress or accent…) and me responding, “it’s only matter of time”.

Then came the thunderbolt from the sky, Ági throwing up in the toilet and looking, feeling very sick. I did my best to help her, I was really sorry for her and I tried to help as much as I could. I got our coats and told Dave I had to take her home. Of course, she is more important to me than the word’s all Dave-s, Vili-s, Laci-s, etc. but I still had the feeling that something has been interrupted that could have been… something? I was surprised to see how the security guards were so nice: one of them brought her a glass of water and the other stayed there till the cab arrived. They weren’t arrogant or angry at all, I was so amazed! I think I’ll write an email to Macskafogó how much I appreciated it (I was still a bit drunk myself, I needed all my concentration and my energy to get Ági together). Then a guy payed for our cab so we didn’t even had to pay anything – was very nice of him as well. I put Ági to bed after another round of throwing up but I felt very sick too and I was nearly crying so I decided to go home. I left her a note and packed my things and left.
I also talked to Ági who apparently had hangover and needed some serious rest. I really hope she’s not angry with me about leaving her alone. I did indeed made sure that she was safe and I did have to come home. I left everything she could have needed, but I just couldn’t stay. I hope she understands it and she’s not angry, offended, disappointed or anything…

I had my first real-friend making experience. Ági got so drunk tonight that I had to take her home, makeher throw up, etc. And for that, I left Dave just like that, without anything, although... Although whatever, who knows. I'm bit still tipsy to finish this blog. He didn't eventually kiss me, he just gave me a kiss on my lips, and that makes me think about my vonzerő seriously. There were other things discussed as well, but I don't feel like talking about it. I don't know what to think about the whole thing, I'm even more mixed up than I was, and it feels shit. I1m trying to catch the 6,38 train, and see how my dad goes nuts after he realizes that I actually went out tonight. the funny thing is, I drank a lot, and I do consider myself drunk now, but when I had to take care about Ági, I was like so alert as if I hadn't drunk anything. :) I wish I could get over this Dave thing though! If it would have been just kissing and having "casual sex", I think it would have been easier. But talking... (even though there are some parts that i don't even remember) was much worse. It was like considering having something with him seriously, which really SHOULD be far from me!!!!

It was good, though... God, I just have to get his put from my head!!!

I just had no energy and mood whatsoever to sum up my day - yes, you guessed well, it was one of those bad ones. Again, I had to sleep at Lilla's room, which was ok, but then I had no choice then being there when these two (Gergő and Mrs. Gergő) were snugging each other constantly. We also listened to Toy Division, which was our music, I mean we listened to that all day when we were lying in my bed with him, and now this girl comes around and says, "at least this will remind you of me..." Blah! Not that I still have feelings towards Gergő, it's just that this was mine, I mean the experience, the music, and now she ruins it!!
Ok, then came my German homework that really pissed me off: I didn't have a dictionary, so I just couldn't express my ideas, which is quite strange for me...
And, now comes the best of all: as I arrived home Lilla's boyfriend informed me that my dad's picture is on all the SZDSZ leaflets in Szeged. After asking my dad why on earth did he agree to that, I broke out crying. I felt like all he said and thought me in my whole life had been a lie (but how NOT to get involved in politics). No time to go into details, but, believe me, it was a real shock to me. Luckily enough, I wrote about it to Judit, and she wrote back one her wise and gentle and full of sympathy emails, explaining what might have made my dad do this. In a way I had to agree that she was right (about how my dad doesn't want to be associated to Fidesz anymore and how hard it must have been for him this pálfordulás of his ancient party that he put so much fate in), but still, I feel deceveid and disappointed, and most of all, that I can not trust in ANY man, not even my dad. I thing that's the worst of all. I know, I must be idealistic or something... I don't know.
The top of the iceberg was Gergő accusing me of how we didn't let him playing the saxophone, which is a COMPLETE bullshit, really!!! I even slept once while he was once practising, and I never, really, never told him not to do so, on the contrary!!! Whatever...
So I came home to Szeged tonight, and going back tomorrow to the sightseeing thing, although I have mixed feelings about that. At least Dave made me clear by his behaviour that he was indeed superficial, and I should and may only make out with him for casual sex. We'll see.

Well, not exactly bad, but not one of those bests either. It all started with last night when Gergő brought up her girlfriend so after listening 30 minutes to some serious "ahhhh ahhhh" I decided to make a breakout with my blanket on my head and make it for Lilla's room... She was a bit surprised when my pillow landed on her head but after 10 minutes she actually realised what was going on. But the thing was, I just couldn't sleep, and the those bloody birds started singing, so I was all annoyed by the end... I thought about Dave and Bálint and how I seriously starting to miss having sex, and then came Vili but I chased it/him away every time with someone else.
So my morning wake up wasn't really good, especially that it wasn't until half past noon that Gergő and his girlfriend got out from bed and I could actually got into my room and go on MSN. I spent my day chatting with Linda (nice to have contact with her again, I always miss her way of speaking, her wiseness, her laugh and her silence), Yannick (still very keen on going sailing) and Bálint. With him I sense that there's something going on, which is strange since we barely speak to each other otherwise. We were doing again something like a funny "cyberflirt" (Ági's term), but then it turned serious and he started telling me about his ex-es, and how he took love very seriously. I think our notions of love just didn't match... Not that I know what my notion of love really is...
Then, of course, Dave called on me which made me nearly jump out of my skin, but a few minutes later Lilla arrived home and I had to leave. I wonder where the conversation would have ended though... The words "if you start liking a girl... you're fucked" keeps coming back to my mind. Maybe this is really just about the desire of being attached to someone, just as Ági says, and I'll get over it sooner or later.
Just before cutting Lilla's hair (yeah, my first haircut ever, if even don't count the one performed on my childhood friend Zsuzsa about some 13 years ago) we made lists: one about how many points Gergő and I got (kissing: 1 pt; kissing+sg more: 3 pts; sex 3 pts), but now Gergő is out, since his relationship is official, so I guess it's just me in the competition right now... the other about guys we would accept to date. Needless to say, mine starts with at least 5 or 6 foreign names...
After watching all the stupid afternoon series (Friends, Knight Rider, 7th Heaven...) Ági arrived, all shiny and good-humoured and happy - she spent her whole day with some Dutch guys, visiting he wonderful Kerepesi Cemetery, eating lángos, etc., so I think she had something close to a perfect day, which made me very happy for her, because she really deserves it. We, and I mean all of us, should have more like these perfect days, because they just fill us with energy and memory for the other gloomy ones.
We had a coffee with Ági's Buddy partner, Susanna at Irish, which was kind of chill out, but all the time my mind was racing and thinking of someone else. When I came back home I wrote Ági an sms saying I feel like missing something, someone, more precisely, should it be Dave or someone else. And, what's more, Gergő's girlfriend's coming over again, so I think I'll spend the night at Lilla'a, again. I think I'll get fed up with this really quickly though...

I started my morning reading Láda Zsuzsi's email beside my breakfast and I have to admit it wasn't those full of optimism type of emails, although I do agree with her in several points. First of all, Zsuzsi, let make one thing clear: I kniow you have already heard my stories about Prague, but the blog is like a constant thing, eg. if we don't meet for weeks or if I'm too lazy to write an email to all whom it may concern.
About Laci, I do agree. I'm tempted to say that "come on, you broke up nearly a YEAR ago now, can't you forget her?" coz if it wasn't for Prague, I guess I'd still be weeping on my pillow. Even when I got back, for a few days I woke up feeling quite depressed in the strictes sense of the word, and I had some serious difficulties reminding myself how good I should feel, etc. And not everyone can have the luck I did, but I also think that - and you have very well said it in that quotation - you have to realise and enjoy the posibbilities that come across, since without a positive attitude you'll never see anything, never get to anywhere. And Laci has his up and downs, thanks to Dorottya, of course, and really, I don't think we can do anything about it until he himself doesn't stop, look around and decide to forget her for good. And believe me Zsuzsi, it's no need and, what's more, no use to force, because you won't get anywhere with it and it'll just end up in having another row with him. Don't think Ági, Noémi and I haven't tried to help him or not trying to do so right now, but it just doesn't work.
And yes, sometimes he's got bad mood, but who doesn't, you do too, it's just that you take this whole thing too seriously. I consider to be a close friend of him (and correct me, Ági, Laci or anyone if I'm mistaken) and I've got a lot of his mood as well like he does from mine, too, but taht's just being friends, I mean part of, I guess. You see, you hurt me sometimes, or better to say, on a few occassions with your negative attitude, but, well, it's just part of it. Really, try not to nagy feneket keríteni a dolognak

Ok, so now the more public part coming up. I'm not really sure about what to write, how to write, coz on one hand it's just my stupid thoughts, on the other hand it's things that happen to me (i know, not a lot of things going on this weekend, but hey, that's why it's called weekend!). So I guess you get a mix of it. Actually I was thinking of sending my blog's URL to Jurgen, the Dutch guy who thinks I'm easy, to make him see how it's exactly the contrary...

Yesterday I tried to check to color of my eyes in the mirror, but as I bent closer they just evaporated :)) So I guess I'll tell my dad to start a contest like in the old Hungarian folktales, saying "the one who can determine the exact shadow of my daughter's eyes may win her heart" :)) The problem is, I doubt anyone would be interested in taking part... :)

My mum is freaking out, doing her usual "i-can-do-three-things-at-the-same-time" and I guess she's expecting something like help... I'm still in my pyjamas though, so I'd better go and do as my Dad always says: "kislányom, kezdjünk el létezni"

This Aqualung is still really good, you have to listen to it, really! Ok, I gotta be quick, my brother Balázs (I know what Dave and De must think: another un-pronounceable name in my family...) is coming with her girlfriend to celebrate their anniversary! You wouldn't recognise my ever-arguing ever-teasing brother: candlelight dinner with surprise present... Just compared to my ex... What a difference... My heart is still aching when I think about his bad and absolutely un-toughtful presents and anti-surprises. I can't decide whether I'm the one who's expecting too much or he is the one who wasn't meant for me (well, he definetely wasn't...), but just look at Balázs, if he does things like this for his girlfriend then there must be someone who would do such things for me as well...

Oh, a remark I shouldn't forget: Ági, I know you're not afraid of being left alone, it was just a facon de dire that many guys would go crazy for you, starting with Bjon, but I could continue. And come on, don't make disgusting remarks in MY blog about cucumbers! :))) You know they can't take you to seventh heaven! ;))

Actually I'm quite in a rush, I've just met with Fruzsi and Orsi (something like my "sisters", we grew up together, so we know each other... mmmm... VERY well, more than we are aware of, I guess). Surprise-surprise, it wasn't just about boys, not at all, a lot of politics, on the contrary! Fru is also very fed up with Fidesz, and I think it has just started, so there'll be a lot more to say about what's going on today in Hungary! Today and tomorrow is what we call Pártgyűlés, a big meeting for both MSZP and Fidesz, and you know what, Pély Barna and his band sang on the MSZP meeting! Well, a goop point for him, I guess it'll be Demjén Rózsi&co tomorrow for Fidesz. For those who haven't seen Gyurcsány's dancing performance: it's a must!!! He's like a f**ing anti-tálentum for dancing, but it's good to have sucha good-humoured PM! Of course, he's not as sexy as Hugh Grant was, but that's just the Hungarian way of doing things! :)) So, let's hope nobody gets blowed up on this nagygyűlés thing and everybody will be super-satisfied with his party. What a bullshit, really.

I got the Prague pictures developped, they look really cool, especially those that Manu took when we went out!! :)) One of those special moments I'll remember for long!

Now the Megasztár starts and my brother's here with his girlfriend so Iguess I'd better be going. And anyway, nothing funny and very szellemes comes in my mind at the moment. Yeah the doctor told me I'm not supposed to go to school FOR A WHOLE WEEK. Well, I told her I'm not gonna do that. Really, I'm not the kind of person who can just stay at home and do nothing with no one else on my side! God, this Megasztár is weird!!! They're singing America from West Side Story but it sounds horrible!
Let's have a nice evening! :))