Lost inside

2011-07-09T21:46:00.000-07:00

Szép dolog ez a sound. Főleg ha részeg tinédzser az ember, ami nem ciki ugye mindannyian voltunk már azok, az első követ az dobja aki maga bűntelen. Amikor az ember végigsétál az egymással 90 fokos szöget bezáró Zamárdi-i utcákon és látja ahogyan minden kertben vízszintesen heverő emberek 10%os hőfokon léteznek és barnulnak a napon, minden kertben más zene szól, a közös bennük valamiféle lanyha életérzés, más semmi. Ahogy haladok előre, egyre többen jönnek velem, s mindenkinek van egy-két jó szava. Szevasz bazdmegtől a „megy már a STEREO MC’s?!”-ig a paletta igen színes, de láthatólag a lehetsőségek, Balaton és a hűmekkorátbulizunk ma mindenkit megérint.
Egy paraszt kidobó, problémás szakmai jegybeváltó és már bent is vagyunk, minden ami odakint történt itt ezerszeresen van jelen.

Porlélegzés, harc az elétért, egymásba ütköző embertömegek, lengedező piavödrök kézben. „Vancigid?”-ek és meztelen férfi felsőtestek végtelen kavalkádja. Folyamatos vonulás a vágyott koncert, nagybuli és király hely irányába ami láthatólag mindíg pont egy színpaddal vagy sátorral van arrébb, mint ahol éppen tartózkodik a delikvens. A józanok felháborodva küzdenek sörért félholt alvajáró Heineken sátorlakókkal akik nem rejtik véka alá hogy jobban ráérnek mintha egy komp elejében Kate Winslet-eznének, a részegek pedig korrektül kiveszik részüket a pultok támasztásából.. itt ma semmi nem dőlhet össze.

Csőőőőőőő! - ordítja egy ismerősnek tűnő pofa, láthatólag hobbija a félismeretlenekkel ölelkezés, kézfogása túlságosan baráti pacsivá alakul és az ölelkezést csak egy „hátteitt” szóvirág és sréhen balranézés kombinációval tudom kimozogni. „Később iszunk” – ordítja, én közben arra gondolok mennyire jó, hogy fogalmam sincs ki ez. Színes sátrak, ipari mértékekben szeletelés, könnyed toitoi illat, még pár villogó piavödör és megérkezünk a borfaluba. Ismerősé a stand, intéződnek a fröccsök, körben válogatott emberek, a Balaton a riviéra és úgy érzem, mégsincs baj az univerzummal. Valaki izgatottan lép oda hozzám: „Ott vannak a Móniék”. Kissé másképpp fordul a fröccspohár, gerinc kihúz. „Menjünk.” Pár szó ritka italokról, elmaradt vagy lekésett koncertekről, egy csinos arc és egy kellemes kisugárzás, 10 perc elrohan.. ők enni mennek, mi koncepciótlanul de rosé fröccsspiccesen megindulunk egy koncertre. Az előadó a trainspotting zenéjéhez kontributált.. a filmet LSD hatása alatt rendezték is szerintem.. dejó itt lesz egy tüctüc ami már sokan hallottak. Tévedek, a hangulat jó, furamód összeugrálnak az emberek, mi is engedünk és az embermassza ma úgy dönt általánosságban inkább happy ugribugri lesz mint kelletlenül rángatózó.. nos, az egyik sem ismeretlen a számára. Szerzünk cigit buta pirosruhás lányoktól, akik fontosságuk teljes tudatában emelik le a kis dobozt, pittyentik az oldalát és oktatnak arról hogyan kell kártyát leolvasóhoz profin tólni. Kapok 3-4 smst, mindegyik a Sound 2011-es hivatalos sms-e: „MERRE?”. Kettőt ignorálok, egynek megírom hogy „Úton” bár fogalmam sincs az merre van, a kijelentés végülis megállja a helyét, a negyediknek pedig megírom: „T-mobil”, remélve nem illuminált még annyira hogy azt hidje, a szolgáltatójának nevére emlékeztetem.
Borfalu megint. Fröccsök megint. Pármai sonkás, vaslapon sült rukkolás finom izé megint. Egy ismerős „Hello” valahonnan 6 óra irányából.. és jöhet a sound valódi értéke. Egy kis Balatonpart, általunk nemlétezőnek nyílvánított álszerelmes egymásratalálások zaja, egy-két „bocs, hogy rádléptem”. Az idő lelassul, a kényelem emelkedik, a „MERRE?!” sms-ek csak jönnek, az érzés a megszokott. Jó itt a parton, „régen nem beszéltünk.”

„Kicsit kellemetlen helyzetbe hoztál, vártunk” – mondja egy kedves hang, és érzem a különbséget a között az idő sebessége közt amikor várakozik az ember és a között amikor a parton minden mindegy. Kicsit rosszul érzem magam, de hát ez itt a sound, végülis az időnek itt nincs értelme, súlya, foganatja. Néha jelzi mit hagytál ki, vagy hogy illene lassan menni, de ezen túl nem létezik. „Móni tovább ment”. Van ez így, gondolom, az embereknél, főleg a normálisaknak van egy ilyen tulajdonsága, bár kicsit zavar, hogy nem párosítottam még élményeket a megjelenéshez amely megmozgatott.
Te mit csinálsz? - kérdezi egy kéretlenül bemutatott emberszabású, lányszerű, s miközben a lehetséges válaszok végtelen tengerében kapálózók, nem tudom nem észrevenni, hogy valami passzív agresszió süt a testtartásából. „Erőből nyomja”, gondolom magamban és igazából saját szórakoztatásomra válaszolom:

-Az internetnek dolgozom. – a szavak simák, a jelmezem jó.
-Micsoda? – Kérdi kissé zavartan.
-Biztos hallottál már rólunk, elég nagyok vagyunk. – Egy korty fröccs elrejti a mosolyom.
-Hogy lehet nekik dolgozni? – Hátralépése elárulja, hogy bár lehülyézne, jobban fél a attól, hogy mégis van ilyen, mint amennyi tartást rakott belé az úr.
-Email, facebook, weboldalak.. ezek nem maguktól vannak. – Vetem oda fontosságom teljes tudatában.
-Jó lehet.. – mondja ő, zavartan, cigit keresve túl nagy táskájában. – és jó?

Ahogy elsétálok arra gondolok, alighanem pályát tévesztettem. Mennyire jó lenne az internetnek dolgozni és mindenki életét keseríteni a digitális szennyel, fesztiválokon pedig sztároltatni magam, hiszen nincs annál látványosabb mint amikor valami olyannak dolgozol, aminek nem nagyon lehet.

Kicsit teleportálunk még, kicsit ütköznek még a kimitgondolt-ok, és a roppant konkrét vélemények arról melyik sátorban a legtutibb a buli, ki kicsodát hol látott.. kinek éppen ki van „MERRE?”, és miért nincsenek használható koncertek idén, miért kell ez a lézengő szeletelés. Hol elkapjuk a ritmust és minden jó, hol azon gondolkodom, mi a frászt keresek én itt. Megállunk egy WC-nél. A sorban mellettem csupa diplomás kültelki, egyben azonban borzasztóan egyezünk: pisilni kell. A lábak szintjén nincs borítás a lakókocsi formájú konténerben amely a WC-ket tartalmazza, figyeljük hát a cipőket, hol szabadul fel egy könnyítő kabin. Egyszercsak az egyikből két converse talppal előre bukkan ki az ajtó alatt. A helyi local hero hygiene manager unott képpel nyitja az ajtót egy huszassal kívülről, arcán torz arckifejezés jelzi hogy neki is lehet még újat mutatni, majd elkezdi a körbefelmosó rutint, amíg az önkéntelen fesztivállakó lassan kimászik a konténerből – livin la vida loca, Ricky módra.
Még pár jelentéktelen bájcsevej, egy hotdognak látszó tárgy az arcba és nini, már megint a finlandia által fémjelzésre édemesnek talált tákolmányban élvezzük az estét.
- 3 perced van odamenni, vagy én megyek oda és abban nem lesz köszönet. – csattannak a szavak a tudatom szélén – a Móniék azok!
- Légy a vendégem, Doma – hadják el a szavak ajkaim, miközben magam is meglepődve tapasztalom hogy ma semmi ihlet nem lakik idebenn.
Doma akcióban, Laci akcióban, hömpölyög a tömeg, egy lány beszél hozzám aki állítólag 10 éven át a szomszédom volt, csattannak a „MERRE?” smsek, zörög a zsebem, küzdök az ásványvizes üveggel amely fogalmam sincs melyik planétáról csapódott ide, de kettőnk közül nyílvánvaló, hogy csak egy maradhat.
- Mónira sem lesz már gondod – Doma szavai szürreálisak és váratlanok, arcán bárgyú mosoly mely mutatja fogalma sincs jót vagy rosszat csinált – Jobb lett volna ha te mész.

Mire kihámozom belőle mi történt igazából, egy pillanatig látom még Móni sziluettjét suhanni a kerítésen túl, és arra gondolok: fura ez a sound, mégiscsak. Próbálom összerakni mivan, vagy mi volt, mi értelme az egész estének, merre menjek tovább, és igazából arra jutok, jobb lenne nekem most már pihenni, mint érezni vélni a sound életérzést. Kicsit előveszem Domát, mit ártja magát bele bármibe, kicsit nem érdekel hisz egy fesztiválon szinte minden mindegy, kicsit gondolkodom vajon mit gondolhat Móni, és kicsit zavar az egész, hisz mégiscsak ismerős ismerőse, és hazudnék ha azt mondanám nem volt kellemes látni a diVino stand előtt pár órája. Kicsit meglep hogy ez foglalkoztat, hisz jóformán fogalmam sincs mi történik és általában nem gondolok túl sokat efféle szituációkba feleslegesen. Öregszem? Talán. Mindenesetre sajnálom, hogy így jött ki. Pár efféle bakitól eltekintve, örülök hogy kitettem magam a soundnak - megint sok élménnyel lettem megkérdőjelezhető értékben gazdagabb. A parton a napágyban még kicsit laptopozgatok és azthiszem itt az ideje, hogy eltegyem magam holnapra.

2009-11-08T09:54:00.000-08:00

The beach in Dominicana

Imagine being stuck in a Bounty commercial. No slow motion, though, but otherwise its one to one. Perfect beach with white sand and extremely blue ocean. The old fat tourist rate is down to almost zero, the russian and spanish girls in bikinis rate is at a comfortable high up for eye candy.

They serve a Mojito that makes the mojitos I had before feel like drinking rainwater on an early Tuesday morning. The club sandwich contrary to its name is not made of a club but fresh vegetables and meat. By the way following the same logic I never figured why there is no Baklava in a Turkey sandwich, would it have been just too obvious?

Like when you see an Eifel towar and immediately think you could be in:

Paris
or
Bolivia
England
Germany
Kings Island, Ohio
China, Shenzen
Parizh (which is a city in Russia)
Romania, Slobozia
Copenhagen, in the zoo
Fayetteville in North Carolina
Walt Disney park in Florida
Paris (which is a city in Texas)
Tenesse
Atlanta
Poland
Brussels
Montmartre
Malaysia
Austin, Texas
Greece
Paris (a city in Michigan)
Baku, Azerbaijan
Varna, Bulgaria
Aktau, Kazakhstan
Crailsheim, Germany
or facing the fridge of travel-loving girl with a bad hangover.

ok, maybe not so obvious.

2009-11-08T09:34:00.000-08:00

Dominicana is a special place, upon arrival

For a hell lot of reasons, of which I would like to introduce you to the obvious ones.

When you get to the airport you will basically find something that looks like the house of a Robinson Cruse thats on steroids. No walls, no uniforms, no security check. Complete chaos all over the wooden "house", cumplosary picture taking with local folk dressed girls who make a fake smile faster Monica Lewinsky (which is pretty fast even by global standards). Bu the way, could you say she "Billed" the white house? Maybe.. hm.

Anyway, right after you make your way through the hallway, you will see the result of the Dominican "no signs to tell you what to do" policy: an army of confused tourists who are running from wall to wall like kids in a McDonadls birthday party (Ronald is a scary mo... fucker), you finally get to passport check. Some guy kinda looks at your passport, shots a word at you that he thinks may be in whatever your language is (terribly WRONG in my case), no visa check, no stamping no nothing.

A few more steps and you pass the street musicians who are from the local cloning lab because they are all very black and look exactly the same as everyone else here. For later reference I will mark them with serial numbers (Friday1, Friday2, Friday3).

If you still have the willpower to carry on and have not turned a gun against anyone, finally you find the place where your baggage moves around with a speed of 50 km/hour. Its a shame popcorn is not available, because watching 70+ female german tourists do what resembles a 20 meter steeplechase, with a twist, because if they dont reach the desired "Gepäck"in time, they have to start over again. Its one of those feelings when you would love to help, but OH MY GOD THIS IS FUN TO WATCH!

Walking in a winter jacket in 32 degrees has never felt so awkward before.. I put my "good times" smile on as I step out of the airport to meet Kirill, because I know this is going to be a hell lot of fun.

2009-02-11T07:03:00.000-08:00

I had a small issue at the airport of ferihegy, Budapest was saying goodbye to me in the shape of a 40 year old check in lady telling me I have 7 kilos overweight and thats going to cost me a little over 150 EUR. Despite my numerous and smarter than smart arguments leading to the point that I think my shape is closer to perfect than hers will ever be.. I had to pay. Much less in the end but still pay. Looks like I DID loose some of that charm.

Anyway.

Its Denes Toth reporting from Minsk, Belarus.
The outside temperature has risen from -16 to +4 degrees and than went back to -7 today since I am here.

Some things that tell you, you are in belarus.

1. At the local ready food place the waitress tosses what you buy into a plastic bag and microwaves it well all together. If you ask her why the bag, you get a 5 minutes lecture about her doing this since microwave owens were invented, and that plastic plates actually melt.

2. your wallet never felt this rich from the 10 rubel paper money that worths 1 forint, thats 0.00337 EUR today.

3. this hangs from the wall said-to-be heating the room:

You press the brown botton and you can never know what blows up where. Definately one of the machines inspiring the character of Darth Vader, and I am not only talking about voice.

4. people send you CV-s where they leave the instructions in the fields for example: "you might want to inculde hobbies you dont really do but sound good" followed by the words: "chess, reading, fintess" - gosh.

5. People drink this (yes, its a giant mushroom in there), and it tastes pretty good, DONT TRY THIS AT HOME
5. KPMG offers you this: "Be happy forever and let us praise the holy globe we have just thrown up together" club, religion or whatever. Under the cover name: consulting. Oh wait, this is global, my bad.

6. If you say hi to working people (eg.: gas station, bank, grocery store), you get a strange look and an "is that all" face back. Lovely.

8. Police are arresting stand owners at the market for raising prices more than 20%, they are sentenced for "speculating with prices, using the opportunity of the crisis" - how is that?

7. There is a canteen where you can have lunch for 4.000 Rubel, less than 2 dollars, while gorcery shopping costs exactly the same as in Hungary. So, there is NO WAY, they are making money, since ONE of the ingredients would cost more. As I found out its state owned, and they get support for keeping the prices low. Sort of a "feeding people" program of the sort.

The food is really nice there. Much better than in a restaurant called Falcon that beats the crap out of any gallery in terms of art displayed, and a carbonara costs about 20 dollars. Here's to balanced pricing!

8. you need govermental licence to start your hown Wi-Fi system. This is a matter of "national security" as I learnt, and you go to jail if you dont have one.

9. A police fine can be 17 dollars if you are not careful.

All in all its time of my life :D

2008-12-14T14:34:00.000-08:00

I have some good experience with company parties. At my former employer we used to throw halloween parties, which most of the time I used for one purpose only. Its funny how much better clients take criticism from a shitfaced zombie than they would from a junior guy in their consulting partner agency. I never got to the bottom of that logic... :S

Long story short when I got invited to a company party this weekend, I went glady. I am not sure how wide your universe of company party experiences is, but in mine I had just explored a new solar system. IF a company is a BIG AUDITING GIANT, and you have a feeling that it WILL be a huge party disaster, take my word: run the other directon.
My experience? It WAS a GIANT Friday night fuckup to go there, and I SHOULD have listened to my gut feeling.

When we crossed a signed that said Budapest on it, I should've gotten at least slightly suspicious.. at least because of the straight red line crossing the word diagonally. "Half way there" said the cab driver with that reassuring smile of his. I am not sure if it was comforting because I had some wine working in me, or because I saw him before in the movie "A nightmare on Elm street". We finally get to the outskirts of town for a local ice stadium, and look-at-what-we-have here.

Hundreds of people who said "S&P 500 ENERGY INDEX" BEFORE they learned how to say "Mom", "Dad" or "Super size please", so weird people.
Cheap and not cold wine lovers paradise bar, with a "we dont believe beer or shots are good for you" policy
OK tasting, but long lasting effect food. - I found its secrets out the past two days, thank you Mr.Cook, I hope you and all your friends get some advanced hospitality training in Guantanamo Resorts and Spa.
a "we dont have no creativity" section upstairs where people who walk among us as managers during the day, rejoiced in the fun of painting paper boxes in all colors of the rainbow. Whats fun if that isnt? I certainly enjoyed watching and figuring out who would fly what direction if someone was to blow a few granades in strategically fun spots.
All time top three finisher of the "Most manly and fun sport in the worl" competition - Curling.
Random dudes probably from under the ground departments.

I set out for some Ice skating. I already began feeling as the gentle wind blew against my face as I was developing speed. I am a really bad skater, so this was some experience for me. Than I began to gain more speed and feel a little more of the wind. Soon the other skaters felt like swooshing lines that I so just happened to pass.. Than, suddenly, one of the lines dropped in front of me on the ice. As a general rule, I would like to advise all of you that no matter what sport you pick, you first learn how to stop doing that sport. This particular line who soon developed the shape of a girl lieing on the floor was in trouble, and I think she knew it. About a hundred kilos of pure friendship was flying towards her with quite some speed, and today, that warm feeling had sharp skates on its legs... BUT before I would run into her, and she would feel like she never felt before, I managed to stop and save her "ran over me" virginity. I did that so effectively that my centre of gravity walked a few steps behind me, and I smacked the ice with my back - all on purpose of course.

Later, after having had a few pointless and astonishingly predictable conversations, a few bad drinks, a crash, food I would rather not call food, I was walking out of company party ice skate paradise with a wide smile on my face.

No channel will show you this sort of comedy these days, I am definately coming back next year :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D

2008-10-23T04:45:00.000-07:00

Fighting hangover with salty sea water was probably the best idea of this season. Now that I think about it, God has probably invented the sea for this very purpose.. bless him for that.

2008-10-19T06:20:00.000-07:00

2008-09-25T08:26:00.001-07:00

Some people just dont have ideas of their own :D

2008-09-08T07:53:00.000-07:00

Dear all,

take my word, and never go drinking alone with media girls (I will say no names here). They are seemingly innocent, but when they rock, you will feel like a local amateur swing musician next to them.

I am saying you should not go alone, so you can take turns and try to keep up.

So, we went out for tequila shots with this girl from media. She went to the bar every 10 minutes (she could not wait for the waiter to come), and came back with a plate of tequila shots. Salt and lemon were unnecessary details for her. She was taking shots with a speed that is nowhere near rivaling the speed of light, and between those plates she would pause for 20 long seconds, look at me with those (seemingly) innocent eyes and asks: so what are you getting?

Trust me, these girls make the Devil look like honeybunny from looney tunes. I am never drinking again :S

2008-09-08T04:53:00.000-07:00

I was thinking about ways to comment this, but I think words cant express.

2008-09-07T08:11:00.000-07:00

Its been a long time since I have not blogged... you can trust me when I say that it was not because my life had lost things to talk about. On the contrary actually.. I have been busy cleaning up the mess and other times enjoying the adventure so much.. that I literally had no time to document it :)

Something happened today, though, that begs for me sending a message out. I got a mail from good old facebook, in which people I know voted for me in the strengths and weaknesses application with the following results:

My strengths:
I am: most datable, most likely to succeed, best singer
My weaknesses:
Most generous, most helpful.

Let me comment one by one...
Anyone who voted me most datable, please submit your requests at straighttothebin@tothdenes.com for further processing. You should not get overly surpried because of the automatically generated answer, where the subject is "where the fuck have you been lately". Should you get an "undeliverable mail" note back from your mail administrator, dont you worry. This is just my idea of humour.

Most likely to succeed?! Dude! Have you guys seen my paycheck lately? :) Something is seriously wrong with this vote, unless you have a something funny on your mind for "success". I know it comes in many forms, and I restlessly tell myself that meeting 5 people in a row, from which only 4 thinks I am complete asshole is not success yet. Its failure, and I need to sharpen my game. Atsome point in my life I realized that the nice guy image was just not cut out for me, since its so easy, anybody can do it. I tend to screw with people's heads to see what they do. A few will stand the test of time and read between the lines. I was thinking about a good name for them.. but for now instead of an army, I just call them "friends". Its a working title..

Most generous? I a not sure how facebook works, this could mean two things. Either generous is a bad thing and I scored high... in which case the world is (again) a bad bad place where I am happily sinking with my small island of old fashioned big heartedness. :) In case facebook as it different, and it IS a good thing wher I just scored low.. well than, I have a short message for your evil voters: fuck you :)

Same double logic with most helpful. I did steal a 2dl vodka shot from a guy that barely know where he was yesterday. I bet you did not know this, this is why you voted so badly of me. Oh, also I smashed my car into the one parking next to mine in the garage. Think about it, the guy was thinking about going to work biking for a long time. I practically blessed his life by narrowing his commuting options to the one choice he wanted so much. Two damage ispections later he remembers me with a good vibe. Having no idea that life still has a week of carlessness, two inconvenient trips to the mechanichs, and fear of being crushed again... all this ahead of him, put aside in a small bag of joy. I love it when they like me :) (honestly he is cool, and now we are cool)

Now, go back to play, and make sure you destroy something today, so a new opportunity may arise on the ashes.

2007-11-11T08:12:00.000-08:00

You just gotta love when snow hits the neigbourhood!

I guess its something wrong with me (though I am a summer kid), that I just go nuts (megyek mogyoro). Get my winter gear on, and run for it. I dont even care where, I just go.. run and slide and fall and throw...

After the first rush I stop to breathe.. nothing is as calm, fresh and relaxing.. Clean in a very nice way than the fresh snowy landscape. Its silent, and all the morons are at home.. this post has no added value for any reader :D I just had to write it!

"Let it snow, let it snow let it snow!!" :)

2007-11-04T15:58:00.000-08:00

If I had just one wish in the world!

I would be in deep shit. I mean three is a magic number for a reason. Its like in a good Burger place. You want a Burger (1), with fries (2) and ketchup (3). See? Magical.

Seriously though, wish number one is something really nicely moral. You would want to wish for something like world piece, disregarding the complications that come with making that happen. Industrial crisis would follow in the US, and would render the "world police" jobless. Oh my god in the end of the day they might have to pay for oil like the rest of the world does, or maybe even pick "industrial competition" to their dictionairies. Better think longer of that one.

Second wish: let be honest, we all know you and me and him and her, second wish will be about money. Dollars, Euros, careful what you wish for. Careful where you want it, careful who gets access. If your name is something like Al Shair you might want to avoid getting an unaccounted for dollar rush on your Kayman islands bank account. Many tried - last time I heard, didnt work out so well.

Third wish: time to go selfish. Your conversation with the Jinny need to go down like this:

- Hey, ohm, hot legless smoke-legged arabic fashon dressing wish making lady, remember the Mastercard ad where they go: "There are some things money cant buy".
- Sure.
- I want them.

2007-11-01T09:14:00.000-07:00

Online networking is so much of a buzz in the past few years.
Its amazing how many different kind of matchmaking colorful phenomenons there are.

In the "old days" you saw a nice girl, and your goal for the night was to get her first name and telephone number - that is of course if you are the decent kind of guy. One of the few. Anyway, if you did that, than you had to work your way really hard trying to get a date, and than step by step try to get to the whole goal. By which I mean kissing, although I know you thought shagging, nasty readers. :)

Today, all you need is a name. Introduction is almost something that is in the way, because you might leave an uneducated first impression. I mean you would not like talk to a lady before you know her age, birthday, pets name, place of living, music and movie interests, hobbies, corny quotations she finds cool. Also its good to know if you have mutual friends before you talk to her. Without all this its like.. gosh.. the middle ages!

So imagine you have the name, and successfully avoided being introduced, let the hunt begin. Mutual friends can be good or bad depending on many attributes. How do you know them, do they like you, have you shagged nicely or not nicely and many more, the list is endless. Depending on their qualities you might want to use or avoid them. Just delete them from your friends list if she would find them when checking you out. ALWAYS cover your tracks!

You will need to cross reference iwiw (HU), facebook, myvip, myspace and all forums google drops with heavy usage with her nickname - just to make sure. If her profiles differ much, but you are sure its the same girl on the picture, she is probably a skizophreniac psycho - you lucky bastard!

Now that you are at an ideal position when you cleaned your record, it is time to customize your profile to her needs. She is arty, you are arty. She is posh, you posh. She is older, remove your age, she younger - you win. You will need a qotation as well, same direction as hers but even cornier. If she states "I totally love to party", you gotta be the "I KILL MYSELF IF I CANT PARTY" guy. You might also want to create PARTYMYSELFTOPIECES.blogspot.com and spend a couple of days writing pre-dated posts for the last couple of years with detailed monologues of how you behaved as an omnipotent rock star on house and trance parties over the years, with post endings in style, like: gotta go, the AMAZING WILD PARTY IS STARTING, OH MY GOD, YEAH!!!!". Make sure you imply smart usage of CAPS LOCK (here, I just did it). If she has a dog, you need a dog, but cuter. Don't worry, you dont need a real one, its amazing what photoshop and gettyimages can do. Dont worry, she probably has no idea about getty images, or photoshop, or your evil ways for that matter. Avoid dogs that are well known for eating the kind of dogs she has. Its either a bad sign, or you are about to hit the jackpot, if you catch my drift ;)

All you need to do to finish off in style, is to look for someone with the same name, look at her profile, and send a message to your target where you are clearly confusing her with the other person. Make sure you include some bits of your personality she cannot resist, and TADAMM.

Get ready to rumble!

Plan B: go find some real people, enjoy the chemistry when you have it and live a real life :)
Only problem is: real people are closing to extinction with the speed of light.

Over.

2007-10-28T06:25:00.001-07:00

The other day I had one of those conversations...

You know there is a kind of an idea exchange during which you can feel your spirit evolving, your mind broadening, you are moving fast on the highway of intellectuality towards wisdom and inner piece. Well, this was the OTHER kind.

The dude told me he wanted to be the last man on earth, so he could get all the ... all of the .. ohm.. you know... pussy. (Beer was your guess, I know that).

Now, first of all if you have such radical ideas and you happen to be a man, I would not really advertise the idea among man. You being last man, only man... other man being all dead and.. well, lets just say its like the case of the cannibal cook who fucked up badly when he presented to his fellas about the most delicious parts of the body, and illustrated it with his fingers pointing on himself. Right after he said thank you for your attention, there was about 4 seconds of dead silence, and the spirit of hesitation left the room. The rest is as they say, history.

Right after I passed my shock I could not help it but kill his heavenly dream.

"My Friend (exaggeration) , if you wore the last dick on earth, I am pretty sure they would tie you up, and use you in ways that are beyond your imagination in nastyness. They would make sure they exploit you dry every day... and trust me the ladies performing this will look nothing like Eva Mendes or Penelope Cruz, Condolina Rice or (oups I am little carried away), so they will look very smart, and have no empathy for you.
They would be very dedicated and finally would find a way to detach your precious from you, which would leave you more than useless. They would sink you in hot wax and toss you into British Museum next to all the other useless stuff like books."

he said: "Right."

2007-10-28T05:58:00.001-07:00

Hey all, long time no post.

I have accidentally downloaded an album of Sergio Mendes. Obviously I never download copyrighted material from the internet, hell I dont even know how to, but the dreadful series of totally accidental events led me to do it. I did not even want to turn my computer on that day for what I can remember, when I entered the room I stumbled upon the power button. Minutes later when the most overlistened tone in the world of Windows starting hit me, it got me so much off guard I started my scared random clicking marathon in which I accidentally installed bitcomet, which set its own properties up and blackmailed me into downloading Sergio Mendes.

The point is, on this quiet forgettable album, there is one song where John Legend is singing, that is the one I would like to tell you about.

He sings: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Q0boYE_0PQ&NR=1

Please baby don't (baby don't)
Don't fall in love with me
Please baby don't (baby don't)
You know my history
See honey I'm (honey I'm)
I'm just trying to warn you (let me warn you)
Please baby don't (baby don't)
Don't fall in love with me

Corny confession part of the post:
John always amazes me with his mastery. He just sings whats goin on inside me, there is not a single song that does not remind me of a feeling I felt very strongly.

Nobody-asked-for-advise giving part:
Listen to this song, its a perfectly accurate confession of a Man, a struggle of caring and fear. Sounds like he is selfish, but it is only his way of hiding his own insecurity. He basically sings: "Dont fall in love with me, cause I am bastard and I will hurt you", while in reality his words mean: "I care so much about you, I am afraid you will hurt me". Changing his mind in the meantime is a great switch in the end of the song.. I *have* soo *been* there...

heh, enjoy your day. I will try :)

2007-09-02T16:17:00.000-07:00

When you are driving home at night and see a bum-looking guy kneeling next to a bike trying to get rid of the lock... what do you do?

I turned the car around and stopped by, rolled the window down and politely required a brief explanation on what he is doing. In reality, I yelled the f-word in that question, as the whole thing seemed kind of self explanatory. I did not get him off guard.. He yelled back that it was his, he just lost the keys cause he is drunk - he did not even look up.
I took my best shot, and yelled back that I just happen to know a guy who lives in this house and has a white bike, and I hope that mr Bum doesn't mind but I will give him a call now.. and I pretended to call someone.

He did look up. And than looked back at the bike and kept harassing the lock and murmured something like he doesn't care.

What is uncomfortable in the situation is that he either did not get what I said, or did not believe it, and there is a highly unlikely but still possible answer: the bike was his.

I do not have the right to ask him to prove it, and if it was his, while he had no way on earth to do so even he wanted to.

Take away: drive high voltage elecrtricity in your bike when you park it. When you get back, you might find people lying around it, but hey, they should have minded their own business, or kept the fucking dog away the walked, or thieves. Don't worry the ambulance crew on the top of the pile, just remember: in war, there are casualties. They really should have taken the sign seriously you wrote in Hutu language.

2007-06-07T15:24:00.001-07:00

Dear Bill Gates,

First and foremost I would like to thank you for all you have done for humanity. No kidding, I think you are one of THE (well windows is) most influential aspects of how we see the world, or logic, and a lot of other things as well.

On the other hand this operational thing inveting thingy is a bit like the argument some people pose after nasty situations: "Had I not done it, someone else would". Following this logic, if you follow me, if you have not invented Windows, someone else would have invented something else.

Dont get me wrong, I am not here to bitch about windows, hold on. Should you have failed in that, you would probably had not gotten the chance to invent Microsoft Office, and when I say that we are slowly closing in on the problem...

After all those nice things you did... and there is a lot of spooky innovation on your records, so after all those... how could you fuck up the simplest function in powerpoint? I would love to see you insert videos into separate presentations, than ask you to move the file, and try fix it, so videos keep playing. I think I could enjoy that for a long time, but not as long as it actually takes to fix it, because its impossible.

Oh but dont you think I am only blaming you. LET ALL THOSE WHO INVENTED DIFFERENT VIDEO CODEC STANDARDS, ROT IN HELL.

Over.

2007-03-07T11:51:00.000-08:00

There are just some moments you want to share.

The settle with two horses in the front, taking you through the forest.. the only sound you hear is the legs of the horses hitting the floor one by one.

The whole thing is middle ages, but in a simple, and somehow pure way. The way the car shakes, the way the snow hits your face, and you watch the stars slowly fadig away... its magic.

I dont know.. I might just be weak, but I would so much love to have someone by me, to whisper in the wonders I see in hear ears, or to silently share the moment hand in hand.

Ah.. fuck it. I have learnt to enjoy the moment alone, and it scares the shit out of me...

2007-03-06T15:34:00.000-08:00

Hochwürzen hegyén van ám egy csodálatos lehetőség, nevezetesen az éjszakai síelés lehetősége, ám mindez smafu.

Az igazi izgalmakat az éjszakai szánkózás rejti. Hogyan is mesélhetném el, adhatnám át az élményt.

Fagyott katlan szerű pálya, 120 kilométer per óra. Jó kis sebesség, mókás hogy a fékezés és kanyarodás közben (mikor letesszük lábunkat) ugyanezzel a sebességgel csap arcunkba a hó-latyak-faág triász. Miután minden kétséget eloszlatva nyertem a főleg általam meghirdetett családi versenyen, és immár magányosan süvítettem lefelé a kivilágított szánkópályán, egy 70 év körüli osztrák nagyi úgy hagyott ott mintha én hátrafelé mennék. Egy szerintem teljesen gonosz kurjantás kiséretében hagyott faképnél, kissé megcsorbítva frissen szerzett szánkós önbizalmam.

Szerintem az időskori drogprevenció kérdését egyértelműen túl könnyen nyilvánítottuk érdektelennek.

Érdekes dolog azért hogy egy kis extrém szituáció mennyivel aktívabbá teszi a családépítő tréninget. A síkos, túl gyors pálya, rossz körülmények igencsak összekovácsolták a kis csapatot, és a túlélő túra nagy dajdajba csapott át. Merem állítani hogy kevés embernek van ennyire összhangban lévő, egymást szerető családja mint nekem, de még nekem is kicsit fura volt hogy a kisgyerekek unszolására a Hütte (!) diszkós táncterén (!) roptuk mind az 5en Jacko Billie Jean című számára. Világossá vált előttem hogy Apu nem tánccal hódította meg Anyut, és egy Hüttében simán leadják Bob Sinclair után az "I am blue daba didaba daj" öröknek tűnő de mindenképp zöld slágerét house-jodlipop verzióban. Ezen az estén már semmi nem ronthatta el a kedvem.

Ezeken kívül amit magammal viszek még ebből az egészből az Michael Jacksonnak az a két sora hogy:
"Mother always told me, be careful of who you love"
"and be careful of what you do 'cause the lie becomes the truth"

Ezt a két sort nem hallottam meg az eddigi kétszáz alkalommal amikor a keresztlépős magvető fiú figurámat csináltam (jelzem mindíg nagy sikerrel.. nem röhögni), valahogy eddig elbújt előlem. Talán nem mond nektek semmit, de én ma ezen nagyon elgondolkodtam, és hihetetlen mit rejtett oda a kis hipo. Szóljatok ha értitek..

2007-03-06T00:55:00.000-08:00

Mikor már azthittem vége ennek az egész szuperizgi rendőrsztorinak a'la Österreich, ma jött egy új Hans. Egy kis gyanú lappang ugyan bennem hogy ez ugyanaz csak kopasz álruhában, de valójában nem érdekel a történet annyira hogy utánamenjek.

Szóval Hans2 ma feltette ugyanazokat a kérdéseket, ugyanott hümmögött, és ugyanúgy kérdezett vissza. Hans2 azonban komolyabb őre a rendnek mint a másik kettő volt. Ő külön szobában hallgatott ki minket. írástudását és precizitását egyszerre csillogtatta a papírravetett csillagalakú "bulletpointok" rajzolásával.

A nap viszont még mindíg süt, én még mindíg szerelemben égek, és alig várom hogy a garázsban csendben várakozó 7es Bimmert behergeljem és a szerpentinen felhajtsam a hegyre.

Tegnap éjjel egy milliárdos és egy igen nagy város főpolgármesterének a társaságában megittunk kb 4 liter pálinkát mielőtt bevetettük magunkat a - mint kiderült - magyar lányokkal teli Obertauerni éjszakába.

Volt még azért egy érdekesebb mozzanat 4 óra körül melyre tisztán emlékszem, amikoris a fent említett két jeles úriember és én, egy kutyának is kicsi pónilóval beszélgettünk hetykén a karám mellett guggolva hogy egyenlőnek érezzen minket. A sors, Isten, élet-halál, siker-kudarc, honnan jövünk hová tartunk, milyen nyomot hagyunk a világban kérdéskört kiveséztük egy méretes Black Labelt ölelgetve. Én meg voltam győződve, hogy Otto fiú volt, a többiek szerint Helga volt és lány, de a lényeg hogy a legtöbb mindenben egyetértett velünk. Ez meglepő tekintve különböző háttereinket. Az oroszt is mindenféle akcentus nélkül nyomta egyébként...

2007-03-05T09:42:00.000-08:00

Amikor két osztrák rendőr ül veled szemben a hotel haljában, oldaladon a rokon akinek elég sok pénzét nyúlta le valaki a szobánkból, és a rendrőr teljesen tökéletlen angolsággal azt mondja:

- Tehát a pénz ami megmaradt, és megszámolták. Az most is annyi mint amennyi volt mielőtt elloptak belőle?
- Igen.
- Hát ez egy bonyolult eset.

Nos, akkor valoszínűleg teis azt érzed majd: a nyomozás nem biztos hogy a megfelelő irányba halad.

Hölgyek kérem ne olvassák a következő részt.

Hans, hogy anyádat tennéd teherbe. Nem fér a vörös, kövér, snitzel-evő fejedbe hogy van egy szoba amit zárunk, van egy takarítónő aki ott járt, és hiányzik pénz? A fejed nem csak azért van hogy nudlit nyomjál bele vagy hogy olézz vele zöld hózentrógerben miközben a haverjaid a drei schöne madchent éneklik, a rubeleink száma ugyanolyan érdektelen mint az, melyik nap vettünk síbérletet. Ja és ha mégegyszer megkérdezed biztos vagyok-e valamiben, a térdeid közé fogok sícipőzni.

Istenem.. és mi ezekkel csináltunk monarchiát.

Vannak velünk kis gyerekek, gondoltuk leadjuk őket az oviba pár órára, amúgy is a könyökükön jön ki már a síelés. Van ám óvoda.. itt ne lenne? Hóhó... csak 1 kis baj van. Osztrák ezis... kb 40 négyzetméteren van két faházikó, egy IKEAs fröccsentett műanyagos - gyerekelvesztős sarok, pár páratlan játék: 1 kesztű, 1kerekű kisautó, megnevezhetetlen, leírhatatlan játék, meg hasonlók. A szobában volt még két unott 30 körüli nőnemű, és vagy 15 gyerek akik katonás sorban áltak a kirakatként szolgáló üvegfal előtt és miközben verték az üveget morcos kis ökleikkel, kórusban ordították, hogy: MAMA, Mama...

Vannak meglepetések a világon, de hogy a kölykök a síelést választották... az nem tartozik ebbe a csoportba.

Hogy jót is mondjak mindenkinek aki nem tudott elmenni még síelni:
Sok a hó és nagyon jó is, 187 ágra süt a nap, pólóban eszünk és jódlizunk, egy rekesz Vilmos figyel az ágyam álatt, és jelenleg a legnagyobb gondom: májkrémes vagy szalámis szenyát egyek :)

Üdv!

2007-03-01T16:20:00.000-08:00

Amikor egy fél üveg Nutellával az arcodon ülsz a gép előtt éjjel egykor. Akkor élsz igazán.

A sarokban a hátad mögött hetykén hóláncok pihennek, melyeket percekkel ezelőtt akasztottál le a nyakadból, és ráadásul tök józanul jöttél haza egy buliból ahol ingyen volt az ital... nos akkor három lehetőséged van. Vagy egy retardált barom vagy, vagy ott dolgozol ahol én, vagy egyesíted a kettőt. :)

Ma este fejlődött ki bennem igazán elősször a tisztelet (RESTECP - Ali G), a feketék és divatjaik iránt. Ennyi fémmel a nyakadban nem is lehet mást csinálni mint idétlen mosollyal görnyedten dancelni a pénzügyi osztály valamelyik jeles képviselőnőjével.

Állítom hogy raszta fürtök és egy sötétbarna arc mögül egész más a világ. Nemcsak hogy kívánod sültcsirkét vagy fehérednek a fogaid, böntetlenül négerezhetsz is.

2007-02-19T12:23:00.000-08:00

So I officially started off at Leo Burnett.

Got a welcome champagne, a cup, and a big black pencil. A symbol of creativity I suppose.
It was nice. The people are nice, I like the atmosphere, the Coffe and so on.

My monitor is a little scewy which I will think about cause it makes my eyes feel like handgrenades in the middle of my skull.

Four ladies and Frank. As an assistant I will be supervised by Kriszta, first direct female boss :) Dont get me wrong :)

There are three more ladies on the team, Zsofi, Dori and Orsi. From what I gathered Zsofi is new as well, I can tell by the way she acts - just like I will be soon :) I just love this buzz around a new workplace. What is where and why.. who do I talk to, how do I fix this and that. I just feel like a kid in the candystore. Orsi has been longer, I think she handles dealers, and coop - whatever it is :) Last but not least Dori is sitting in front of me, poor her, I am going to drive her crazy with all the questions in the world.

By the way all this is owned by Publicis, so there go all my jokes of screwing with all I knew from there :) Yes Pierre-s and Francois-s, that means I am coming after you again :)

Anyway the pencil reminded me of that good old story about the space race between the Russians and the Americans. You know when americans invested a shit load of money into inventing a pen that would work in space. Some hydro pushy flashy whatever thingy that would write despite that fact that the Biro pen (Invented by a Hungarian by the way), does not work in space. How surprising without gravitiy. So they had this pretty flashy pen for tens of thousands of american tax dollars, while the Russians solved the problem their way:
they brought a pencil.

A funny space race by the two biggest and most influential countries of the time, and after all the effort the race was won by a dog :) Lajka. And soon was followed by a monkey :D

Grats :D

2007-02-17T08:03:00.000-08:00

When we visit these "modern doctors", I think we tend to forget that they are great grand sons and daughters of those doctors that drilled holes in our great grand father's heads to cure a mental disease.

What drove me to this conclusion is that sorry bitch residing on one of the ambulances in Budapest today. She thought herself sooo superior, she was working hard to make me feel how she deserves a better job than fixing my 6 year old brother.

Between two innocent smiles I was thinking how many screw drivers could I possibly force into her head, and from that perspective what counts to be hear "head.

Not having any screw drivers at hand I had to drop that plan however appealing.

That was before two strange looking young ambulance guys walked in joking around with how much time they got and so on. Appearantly they came for a bum who actually just walked away by the time these super motivated folks got there. Left dutyless, they thought this is one of those cool opportunites when they can sit on a chair and start chitchatting about the Hungarian society and such issues I was dieing to hear their opinion on. They did this, while I was sitting behind the table shirtless as Miss Whyamistuckhere was supposed to listen to my chest with a stetoscope this time. I am a patient man. Ok, no I am not when I am shirtless listening to idiots, so I told her to do what she is for. You should have seen that face. Ah.. I refused to act angry.. as she could screw me quiet well.. so I just thanked her for the outstanding service and started walking home with a decent smile on my face already thinking about where could I keep my screw drivers at home.....

2007-02-15T15:23:00.000-08:00

I talked to an It guy today. He looked like on of us avearge humans. Really. So it was one of those conversations you dont want to have. I had a problem I described him and he switched into that funny language jibberish. I figure they teach that in the Technical University, anyway the monologue is about 15 minutes long. This was not my first time so I did not commit the mistake I used to make asking something soo untactical like: "why?".
So the upsetting thing is when the ending of that superlativous filled monologue is simply:
- I hope it will work.
- Will it, or will not?
- I hope it will work.
- Dude, this is a simple problem, not complex one at all, is that the solution?
- I hope it will work.
- Dont make me bitch slap you, man.
- Bip .. bip... bipp....

Anyway so I looked for alternative solutions on increasing Wireless Lan bandwidth, but I soon realized I dont have the stomach to read all the 242 thousand hits google gave me for "Fuck Wlan". I tried: "Wlan sucks", "Who invented this shit"(1.2 million hits), exact amount I had when I lost it and googled: "I think I will kill a rabbit today".

Its amazing that you can find 6 times more content on the supposed execution of small sized grass eating some-believe-egg-laying thing, than the engagement in a sexual intercourse with wireless local area networks.

Life is full surprises...

2007-02-11T05:15:00.000-08:00

A hölgyekről...

Nem jó ez így gyerekek, nem tettszik, nem egyszerű, érthetetlen.

Ha egy úri hölgy azt mondja: Nem. - az azt jelenti hogy: Igen.
Ha azt mondja: Talán. - az azt jelenti hogy: Nem.
Ha azt mondja: Igen. - akkor nem úrhölgy.

Istenem, de nehéz veletek. :)

Egy férfi simán megmondja mi nyomja a lelkét, nem teketóriázik.
"Éhes vagyok." - azt jelenti: Éhes vagyok.
"Nem tudom." - azt jelenti: Nem tudom.
"Megyek csinálok valami hasznosat" - ergo: Mentem kocsit mosni.
"Igazad van drágám." - azt jelenti: Fogalmam sincs.
"Nagyon jól áll." - annyit tesz: Indulhatunk végre?

Jómagam is a FALRA TUDOK MÁSZNI, attól amikor a kételyek legmélyebb bugyraiba mártogat valami nőszemély, arcán szelídség ül, belül pedig a kajánság tombol. Mire gondol? Mit akar? Mivan? MIVAN? Mit csináltam miért? Mit kellene tenni? Meg-ő-rü-lök.

Egészen addig nagy a szánk amikor egyszer egy nő el nem kezdi mondani mire is gondol. (Most nem a hajra és körömre gondolok), hanem mondjuk randizol 1 lánnyal, aki azt mondja:
"Helyes vagy, vigyél el vacsorázni".
Nos, ebben a pillanatban mi fiúk érezzük hogy valami nem jó, és már kapjuk is a nyúlcipőt, pedig szerencsétlen pára csak megtette amire évezredek óta kérjük a nőket.
A szomorú (najó annyira azért nem) tény az hogy nekünk férfiaknak kell ez a fajta szivatás. Nyavajgunk hogy "Miért nem tudod azt mondani amire gondolsz" meg hasonlók.

Nem lehet ezektől a nőktől rendesen élni... nem lehet nyugodtan élni, nem lehet szépen elvegetálgatni és egyszerű férfias rítusok nyomán éldegélni, mint a hasvakarás vagy ejszakai NBA mérkőzések nézése. Nincs nekünk nyugalmunk amíg élnek ezek a nők akik tudják hogy kell nálunk betenni a kaput.

Lányok: ne hallgassatok ránk. így imádunk titeket :)

2007-02-07T15:53:00.000-08:00

I had this interesting argument today... Somebody tried to convince me that smart people get to the same conclusions as uhm.. not so smart people. The second just need some more time, but eventually will get there anyway.

I'll keep my most obvious opinion about this, but if it actually happened to be true... there is an opportunity there.

Probably you all have been to those metro stations on the fist metro line in Budapest. There are these cabins with the "peronor" as peron inspector signs on them. If you look closely you find people inside them. I am not kidding, there are living human beings in there. They move rarely.. so I am not sure they are all alive still, not that anyone would ever notice if these "guards" or whatever just disappeared, anyway: if the above thesis was true... I think I would just toss the problems of poverty, HIV, hell even the reform of the Hungarian healthcare system into these cabins and let those guys chew on it. They got aaaaaall the time in the world.

Hell, we'll be finding ourselves in an utopia in no-time.

2007-02-07T13:23:00.000-08:00

Its been some time since I posted.. hmm lets see what happened.

First and foremost I spend about two hours every day chatting an angel I have never actually met.
She is just killing me... the non pretentious nature she has got, the wit, the humour.. she is ahh. you know what I mean.

Anyway here is my problem, I can't get to meet her. Not that we know each other for long, plus based on my pictures on iwiw, I would definately not meet myself without at least a Chuck Norris bodyguard, so I cant blame her.

That does not change my situation though, nor my objectives. I need to accidentally bump into her.. probably on the public transportation or something. She does not like the metro and avoids it, so that skews my possibilities. Now, how do you bump into someone (most accidentally I repeat), whom you never met, and got no idea where she lives, works, studies or what so ever.

I was thinking about giving free candy to everyone at Oktogon. That is a pretty simple way of meeting everyone. Everybody likes candy, everybody likes "free", so my action, sooner or later would draw everyone there. There is a problem, though. "Accidentally" does not happen when you are giving candy away in such a ... strategically planned manner. (No, dont even mention giving chocolates away, that falls into the same category).

"I want to accidentally bump into you" sign? Too direct...
"Please bump into me" - call to action? to early at this stage.. plus I would have to pretend someone sneaked the 50 square foot sign over head while I was not paying attention. (Not so easy I suppose).
I can start bumping into everyone randomly is a good one. The problem is a bumping takes about 3.7 seconds, while there is someone moving by you every 0.234 seconds. That means I can easily bump into the person that came 3 people in front of her, and than bump into the person that came 9 after her, and completely spoil my chance, when it finally comes. This is a no-go too...

Shit.. this is harder than I expected..

I could make a campaing where I promote the idea of bumping to increase my chances of bumping into her. In that case I would not have to rely on bumping into others, because if I had done my job well, there will be many pro active bumpers beside me. The only barrier there is that probably the whole thing would end up tha same way it did the last time. Remember october in Budapest? Crazy... all that for a single innocent bump?? Which is not even guaranteed to be welcome..

Ahh.. I think its better if I just try to get her number.. after all....

2007-02-02T17:39:00.000-08:00

Is there a safe way into tomorrow?
Is there a way to make sure?
Is there a place free of sorrow?
Somebody tell me which way to go.

If there is a way I better find it.
If there is way, I want to go.
If I can leave all this behind me,
If anyone would let me know.

Maybe all this is just a lie..
Maybe there is no tomorrow
Maybe its better to just die,
There are no guidelines to follow.

OK, screw You I dont care,
I will make it anyway..
I migth not know where it takes me,
But I'll go there right today.

I wont wait for tomorrow,
We all just live today.
Go ahead and forget future,
Listen what today has got to say.

Minutes ago I was happy,
I felt I could touch the sky.
Nothing could reach out for me,
Because You were by my side.

I am sure you were an angel
The way you came, was the way you left.
Because now you are a stranger,
All you are, I could have had.

Is there a safe way into tomorrow?
Is there a way to go where you go?
Is there a place free of sorrow?
Damn, I don't think I should know.

2007-01-26T19:41:00.000-08:00

For those of you who dont know Andras Kepes, he is a guy thats.. lets say.. a journalist, tv personalty and so on.

Today I heard a story that he once had the opportunity to make an interview with Alan Delon. They went through all the usual questions.. career, best movie, future plans... jaba jaba jaba...

After about 20 minutes, Kepes broke the rules, and said:
-I figure you just hate interviews.. answering the same old questions each and every (f word) time, this must be boring you to hell. I have something else... If you could be anywhere else... where would you be?
Alan lightened up and said.
-I would be on a deserted island with cigars, my favourite drinks... sandy beach.. and Jacque, my friend.
Kepes was a little ohm.. confused, but he had to ask.
-Jacque is a male name, right? I mean its fine if you.. you .. you know, you are different.
-No no, I love women, I loved many over the years. - Alan replied. - But Jacque is my best friend. He is someone who has always been there through success, pain or sorrow, we just tend to have a good time always. The kind of "love" I have for him, I can never get from someone I am attracted to. Those come and go all the time.

I think Alan is right. Mutual understanding, respect and unconditional good will is what matters.

Márai also said something quiet remarkable... he said: For a good friendship you need a little physical antipathy.

Screw him, he was right :)

2007-01-24T03:37:00.000-08:00

I am an SPA from now on. It stands for the Secret Pimp Agent status, cause I am part of the Secret Pimp Agency.

As an agent I have come to see a new a way of life, that is maybe best illustrated with an altered version of the Mastercard campaign slogan.

-There are some things money cant buy.
-So fuck the rest.

Concluding this idea, it can also be understood as: "Fuck everything you can buy". The whole idea is derived from an ancient Greek proverb: "You cant fuck what you cant buy". This is even so considering the fact that it is also not very nice if you buy what you fuck. Not every time anyway :)

You cant tell this to anyone, in fact now I realize that because I told you, I have to kill you. And than to make sure the secret stays with me and my fellow agents I will have to kill everyone you know. And your family. Than I will have to kill everyone that knows those you know, plus obviously those that know your family. To short cut this list from now on your family will fall under the "people you know" category. So back to where I was, I will also have to kill those that know those (or could know) those that know those who know your family. And the list goes on. I can't just leave those who know those that know those who maybe know those that could possibly talk to those that know you. I just realize that to tell this to someone, maybe the criteria "you know someone" is not strict enough, so I will have to kill everyone you could know. And those who could know those that you could know. Together with the ones I listed above, obviously. Ah, shit. You might even tell this to someone you could not possibly know, but could tell to, or email to, or sms to, or show to, or suggest to, or even think about somehow letting to know to. IT VERY MUCH SEEMS LIKE I WILL HAVE TO KILL EVERYONE.
but its ok.. everyone needs a reason to wake up for everyday.. right? I am gonna need a Nuke...

That is not what I wanted to say though, I was going to send a message to all the ladies out there, and all the guys too. Don't worry its not the kinda I love you all thing. I just want to tell that most of you are wrong. Stop chasing those life situations when you can shag or get shagged. Every time this "flash and bone" emotionless walkie shaggy pimpy encounter happens, you loose a bit of your soul. Something you might address as childish behavior, but trust me, life is greater with it.

I realize I might just regret these words very much the next time a hard body is going to tell me: "oh I am so lonely, I think I need someone to slowly massage me into sleep tonight with that exotic oil I bought for my yoga classes" and after a pause adding: "but you only shag for love, so you are out".

But I feel really strongly about this now.
Ciao.

2007-01-23T13:19:00.000-08:00

Today I read in the papers that due to some research, Europeans hate January 23, the most. Of all days of the year this specific one has done something wrong.

Here is a list.. I have found nothing really sad. Apart from the fact that McGuyver was born on that day... or that there was a Chinese earthquake killing about 830.000 people. (Uh!)

Ok there are some things we do not joke about. This is one of them.

2007-01-19T05:42:00.000-08:00

Though seeming sinless, till I die
I shall not know for sure
Why to my soul she seemed a lie
And otherwise than pure.

-Madison Cawein

2007-01-17T02:15:00.000-08:00

When you are writing a thesis, a placement presentation, an Interad project piece, working at an office, working on a family business, plus in the meantime you are trying to develop an idea where the heck you want to work in the next couple of years (after graduation)....

well...

If you do all this... than...

WELCOME TO MY WORLD.

I think I want to kill someone. I am open for suggestions. I might just have one shot before I get caught, I am not very experienced this, so I better pick a target carefully. I don't want to waste my chance so it better be someone important... someone hard to get to.

Like this dude.

On the other hand I want to make it bloody. You know I would not like to just run over someone with a car, or drop a piano from some high spot. No. I think I want something more exotic. Not even a kitchen knife.. thats lame, I am more thinking about something like a tea cup.

Thats a stylish kill. I can see the news headlines. "Jaba jaba important politician and his dog brutally murdered with a tea cup". "The killer stabbed its victim with the tea cup 47 times. Experts are ruling out the possibility of an accident."
-"It is amazing what a tea cup can do" - J. Pearson police investigator reported.
-"We think the suspect is tea drinker. Its not much, but hey, its a start."

2007-01-16T14:52:00.000-08:00

If somebody is to shoot the Sex and City Budapest version, I would like to nominate Anettka for the role of Kerry Bradshaw. I think the new title could be No sex and the city, or The City and Anettka. (Obviously anyone would jump to the association of sex). Just a quick thought.

We really should shoot this before she gets fired into space. I must add I will be standing close to the launching site, and waving with a cruel smile, because I have some safe bets engineers will have enough good will to send her into the Sun or something.
Lets hope there are no really advanced aliens there.. because if there are, we probably have to face Anettka being sent back to us.

There was a Campaign in 2003 promoting Hungary with the "She is one of Us" sign, and the Hungarian Miss Universe on the front. Its a nice pic I'll show you when the time comes. Now I have come across something else that connects all these thoughts together.

If we are to be invaded by aliens (Independence day kinda Willish Smithish adventure), we are just to send a rocket up with a single picture posted all over it.:

There are two possible outcomes of the story.
1: Aliens never show up again.
2: The rest of the world starts getting aid packages from space in no time

By the way this picture could be used otherwise too. Get someone to edit it (tough stomach required for close up and zoomed in editing), and put "She is French" on there. :)

Or just put "She is definately not Hungarian", and post all the tourist sights in the region. Not only tourists but locals will come to us, as the last safe hideout of the Anettka free area.

I heard of a story when a non careful dad once told his bad son, that if he does not fall asleep fast, Anettka is going to come for him. (Poor little fella should have feared the Tooth Fairy), anway. Today little Beluska is the primary test subject of depressent pills for Elephants. It works in his tate, it calms down almost anything. Lol.

2007-01-14T14:06:00.000-08:00

There is this joke a collgue told me, and I simply must share it.

- Why do the jews hate Moses?
- Because he led them to the only place in the middle east with no oil.

G.B., we owe you one for this one :)

I was discussing this matter with a friend yesterday, and we have come to think, that probably the whole thing went wrong when Moses took the wrong stone plates from the hill. Those were there for the Mormons.. Don't kill, don't lie.. you know the stuff we know.

The other plate that was meant for the jews originally is stuck with the Mormons. It reads:

"No party".

Its funny how Clooneyism seems to have adopted this dogma, into their famous prayer: "No Martini, no party". There has been a lot of discussion in Europe lately, whether product placement should be tolerated in movies, TV shows and such. Nobody has touched the issue of product placements in religions, which is something that we miss badly. At first sight I thought Clooneyism is probably the pioneer of this innovative marketing NATL tool (Nowhere around the line), but I have soon come to realize that Jesus could have struck a good deal with the local bakery and winery in Jerusalem. If brands were as developed back than, as they are today, our prayers could be much different.

Drink Coke, because it is my blood.
Eat KFC Chicken wings, because that is my body.

In the end of the ceremonies we could have found orselves listening to the pope as he sais.

The actors of the show dress from Cottonfield.
Our partner on the roads is Volvo.
Our worldy communication is brought us by T-mobile.

Thank you all for your support.

2007-01-12T05:50:00.000-08:00

I love my job.

2007-01-11T17:38:00.000-08:00

Meet JB. He is a Mormon.

I wrote a little song for collegue, who is in desperate need of some evil input. Long story short, there seems to be some sort of conflict between him and someone whom I know would be offended if he read the following words. I know its kinda cruel.. but hey. Rome was not built in a day. (Shit I am talking rhymes again). You probably know the story about Romulus and Remus... you know the two white guys who were high enough to build a city overnight. Anyway, its a cool story by Odusseus Antigene (my favorite ottoman historian) and its about.. ah you know the story, I just want to make the obvious conclusion, the take away of that tale:

You really should not jump over the fence in a city where there is going to be another city within the city (thats right a city in a city... eh goofy italians..), because you might get hurt.

I have actually read in wikipedia that they were supposed to be 18 when they started founding Rome. I just somehow find the "moment" of the development of the idea - hard to imagine.

Imagine, two pizza eaters walk the land.. and suddenly one of them goes:
-Hey, ohm... Romie... shall we.. ohm.. you know.. do something different today?
-Remie, what do you have on your mind? Let me guess.. not another city?!
-Oh Romie, please pls plspls... I can do a capitol this time, I promise.
-Ok.. but no more goofy names like Kecskemet, or Balassagyarmat anymore..

Anyway. Here is the song to our mormon friend.. long live the multitasking multiwifeing!

The shit of the Mor(m)on - yo

For shizzle. For sure. For shizzle, I am cool.
For shizzle. For sure. For shizzle, I am cool.

Hey i am mormon thats a letter away from moron,
a little partybooper just needs something to hold on
Foooor suuuure.

I came down here straight from san fransisco,
The shaving I do every week is quite close to zero.
Oh heavens I got you, you are staring at my rims,
Nothing is cooler truly, than when a bicycle wheel spins.

Sometimes I just randomly show up at some parties,
My street dress shit is even cooler than the sixties.
Why you strange evil bad guys sip only hennesy,
I know its my banana shake thats in your fantasy.
Foooor shiiiizleeee.

I am thiking about a book.. I'll name it mormonology,
Believe it or not, man, its easy to pronounce for me.
I will spit the truth about, lots of wifes and such,
if you dare defy my god, i might want to show you my punch.

Oh there was a guy, I remember back in high school
I hit him where I think it would hurt, that was really cool.
I must have luckily hit him, in a very specific place,
Ever since that moment, he is in a laughing state.
Fooooor reeeeaaaaal.

Get off me!

This karaoke place, is as much mine as yours,
where does it say I must sing, what the TV shows?
I have just choosen, a monotoneus beat,
next time i might continue, my holy little shiiiiiiiit.

I think the guy had some more rows in his backpack.. you never know.. these guys are unpredictable. Like math, but in a good way, if you catch my drift.

2007-01-10T00:24:00.000-08:00

When little Johnny asked the wise man:
-Man, what is the difference between stupid people and me? What makes one an idiot, and what makes me better than them?

The wise man answered rather shortly.
-Your arrogance, my friend.

2006-10-31T07:36:00.000-08:00

Oh dont you just love those criminal movies?

You know where some deeply philosophycal guy goes to all sorts of complicated murder scenes to stick his nose in the sand, and look at the sun slowly going down?
Than comes the part when chemists must be laughing their asses off. They put salt on a gun and find out it was only fired three times last year. Judy likes icecream, so the killer must hate ice cream, and then the detective goes:

"Wait! I got it! The killer must not hate ice cream! What if he hates ice-cream lovers!?"

Guess I jumped ahead in the story cause that part comes already when they are making up stories on how Judy got sliced into 128.5 pieces in a monday morning.
If you have been out on the street on a monday morning around 7:50 dowtown, watching the faces of people going to work.. you would not be surprised that people get sliced up.

Anyway long story short, I was getting to a far away point. I was watching this stupidy and it was drawing me to a level of excitement one would only expect on a French league curling competition. Anyway, there was a sentence that caught my ears.
The detective said:
"People don't get shot for being assholes!"

at that point I thought to myself. You are right detective, although you must admit, that is one hell of an idea :) :) :)

2006-10-30T09:12:00.000-08:00

When someone looks straight in the eye to you for a couple of seconds, to see whats up inside, and finally only has the f-word to say after a ridcicouosly long silence... well. At least you know you are on the right track to hell.

We all know the saying.. Heaven must be good, sure, but hell holds much more familiar faces. As for that matter, I am hoping to see a lot of our Hungarian politicians down there someday. Meaning I do not want to see them until the day I decide to change the climate for a hotter one, and on the other hand I hope they will already be cooked ready by the time I get there.

You must know.. our PM admitted on a tape that he was lieing for some time. If that was willingly or unwillingly, no way to tell but one is thing is sure. If we even had the smallest reamining piece of pride we would have told him to get the fuck out of the Parlament. I actually expected him to have that, but this is not the first time I make mistakes.
My unprecedented love also goes to the other side though. When the PM is caught saying: "We lied", we have our little Viktor who is great at creative responses: "We did not lie".
This little phenomena actually shows how Hungarian politics have funcitoned in the latest say.. 17 years.
I especially like the way Orban goes: "Politicians are like car dealers. You have to trust a dealer to buy a car. Now ask yourselves, what kind of car dealer is your Prime minister". He is playing it well the little angry dwarvy :D Oh but we know those words are merely the words of envy. He is trying to defend his car dealer image. We should not forget our Viktor managed to get rid of most of the newly bought government cars during a single night just a couple of years back.
Good son of a ... cardealer.

2006-10-20T04:21:00.000-07:00

The Usual Suspects

Want to see a great movie with good acting, great story, and Kevin Spacey :) This is your movie.
Beware, it is slow at first, you have to survive the first half an hour.. but wait till it starts going.
One of the best movies I have seen lately although, it was shot in 1995.

Lets talk about some more serious issues. There is a sausage and palinka festival going on at Bekescsaba, Hungary, Europe, planet Earth. Tell all your neighbours, friends, fellow citizens and all the aliens you know that are open for a good shot of collesterine. You wont be needing to check your blood contents or pressure anytime soon. This will take you high (meaning fat).
A couple of shots of the best palinka in town (Which is the best palinka ever) and world peace, global warming or poverty will seem like elementary school homework kinda problems.

Kofi, forget all the other UN gibberish... here is what you need.

2006-10-15T13:47:00.000-07:00

I almost killed a mouse.

I think I almost killed a mouse.

Ok, the truth is, I hope the mouse thinks I almost killed him.

He (or she for you feminists) is definately aware of the fact, that I tried. How do I know this?
Well, if I were a 150 gramm animal that has hardships running down the stairs, if running became more like bouncing to me, and there was another 100 kilogram (100.000 gram) animal chasing me waveing half a pair of slippers behind me.. I think I would figure out.
If that would not have been enough, the 100.000 gram animal (whose weight is only accidentally similar to mine), slipped, and fell about 6-7 stairs, with his head forward. The head obviously went forward only to increase the dramatic effect of the scene.
Luckly (for the mouse) it had already ran away from the point where the 100.000 gram animal landed on the floor. We are still looking for that slipper.
I have just seen the news.. specialists are still trying to identify the seemingly unreasonable earthqauke late Saturday evening...

The above story is pure fiction. Any similarity to actual events is a result of considence. Moreover it absolutely has nothing to do with me, or my adventures, chasing a mouse at home.

Denes. BBC. Budapest.
From the vicious the land of RIOTING and LOOTING :)

2006-10-15T05:23:00.000-07:00

The force is with you young Jack Squirrell, but you are not a Jedi yet!

"Dude, PUT DOWN THE SWORD" :) :) :)

2006-10-13T19:56:00.000-07:00

There are things you better let go.

If somone would have really bothered to put such a list together, previous girlfriends would definately have been on the top of this list.

Dont you agree? I know my friends do.. Those girls are just so hard to let go. I guess that is because I am the kind of sentimental moron that gets touched by every lady he gets close to.
Some of them worth it, some of them don't. Todays takeaway is:

"If a girl lets you know she is happy, and you know she is on a date, maybe you should never call her again."

Banning someone on MSN and deleting an email adress, plus deleting a phone number have got two main feelings attached to them:

1: these actions are childish and mean
2: they really really feel good :D

2006-10-13T08:53:00.000-07:00

A friend of mine, currently residing in Brussels told me, he found the perfect book for me.

No it is not "How to make a women happy over 65" from Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh.. you funny ones.

It is the Amecian Psycho from Bret Easton Ellis.
I was flattered at first. I mean Psycho is sort of a good thing when you are my age. Later on, I checked out some reviews and I read: "This book will make you think". That means, that this book is DANGEROUS!!

Marci is trying to Kill me :D

Oh You just wait till I get to recommend you something... like a sport. You will be curling in no time, regretting you ever knew me!! :) Hahahahhahaa (evil laughter)

2006-10-12T14:41:00.000-07:00

Hurray!!!

One of the biggest happinesses in life had dawned on me! We - have - new - neighbours!!!

OK, you might suspect a tiny little drop of sarcasm in my "voice", but trust me, there is none. I am a neighbour loving kinda guy. One of the few left. I dont do ugly stuff. Other than the usual trash moving, ringing the door and pretending it was not me.. accidentally dropping some magic pills in the food of their dog. The pills you know.. that speed people up towards a happy place in the flat :)
So the stuff you do out of pure (neighbour)love.

Apart from the joke, I really think I am a nice neighbor. I even walked their dog the other day. So this is a happy little communty where people look after each other, not only the cute girl next door. And there we go. A new neighbour. I was not suspicious at first. I played the good guy role that fits me so well.. I think I even said "hi" (a sentimental moment), and there was no reply whatsoever. That is almost as rude as calling the french "snail eaters". Rude. Rude. Rude.

Anyway, why am I bringing this up? They have moved in about 5 months ago.. but here is the news. They have been screwing, banging, detonating, scratching the walls ever since they layed foot on this sacred street. This is ok. I mean, hey, they are the new guys.. we are full of sweet patience towards them. The fact that the street turns into Istanbul at 8 every morning, or that we got "specific" employees walking through our garden, all these are fine, and average. But here is the weird thing. The couple... they both drive "Ford"-s. I have seen some weird shit before... like the french.. but this?! I mean what kind of people drive Fords?! And two Fords?! Its like Cinderelly smoking a joint while the seven dwarfs order Super Size in a Mc'Donalds drive through. I know what you are thinking. This picture IS weird. There is no Super Size anymore...

2006-08-28T16:33:00.000-07:00

Somebody told me the other day that "Life is a bitch." That is the single most philosophycal statement ever made by moron :)

"Life is a candy, you just have to know how to SUCK" :) Now that is more to the point :)

This black candy is called "Negro". It would be considered pretty frailing racist in some other parts of the world... I guess..
I am sure you guys have heard way too many of those already an on the other hand I am not this negative today. I happened to enter the wonderful world of people that are above 22. So now I can watch movies that are restricted above 22. Also I can do a countless amount of other things that 21 year olds are not allowed or just dont do. For example this is the second time in my life that the two digits of my age are the same. This just screams for celebration, doesn't it?

Lets spare some time on some quality pages and see some well done creative work.

Check out www.mecompany.com, a bit of a braindeath really but a very well designed site.

Than smscrew.com is very well done site. From what I figure its a site of some music band. The page is awesome, see for yourself. Dont click "multimedia" and do not watch their movies before fully appreciating the site. Imagine you put some metal tools in an old washing machine, and set it to highest operating speed. Than put the ugly child of your meanest neighbour on top of this already pleasing audio-phenomena, and let the little bastard make the sound he always makes when you are trying to sleep. Their music is even worse and more primitive. Obviously this is my own opinion, feel free to challange it.

Lastly the best photogrpaher page I have seen so far. zoltansarossi.com is a page with the most professional display of this photogrpaher. All layed out with great audio, visual, and flash effects. It is made by RECEPTOR, its 100% Hungarian. Guys, this is more than well done.

I'll be back soon, sorry for the recent delays... I am kinda busy ruining the world. Again.

2006-08-23T03:39:00.000-07:00

Internships are fun. I mean as much fun as a working life sitation can turn into "fun". You get the chance to revolutionize.... or even reinvent the photocopying policies of the given company.
Never did the coffe taste so good in the office.

Ever tried picking up a phone 400.000 times a day and saying "hi" in a welcoming manner? :)

Must be fun.

Now this is what I am trying to avoid. Worst case scenario: I buy a ticket to some deserted place, buy some sheep and practise my long forgotten shepherd skills. (Like I had any )

2006-08-22T08:33:00.000-07:00

You guys have a way of commenting I will never understand :) Hope you do, anyway.

A friend of mine just left for Dubai... the other one is scuba diving Croatia... I have not seen them both for a while because I was in Barcelona, than in Vilnius and Minsk... shit.. life is hard, you have to agree with me.

One day you are fighting your way towards the probalbly least populated are in Belarus in a VW Polo from 1987, the next you find yourself cruising in abrand new BMW 745i individual towards a popular Yacht club. "Life changes on a daily basis".

Lets take it slow and go one by one. Last year I was already publishing when I went to "Narach", which is a forested area in Belarus. If you leave Minsk in a Northern direction its easy to get there. Simply whenever you see some civilization like a shop, houses or a gas station, than you are obviously on the wrong track. You have to head towards the skewing roads with no bitumen and trees and trees trees.
It is also easy to know that you are there from another simptom. There is only one shop, about 3 miles away from the village, and they have an exceptionally wide selection compaired to the local possibilities. You can buy salt and wellingtons. (made of the cheapest rubber obviously)

You have so many things to do there. Collecting mushrooms. Collecting fruits in the forest. Watching the sunset. Cycling. Uhm... swimming. And than you can go collecting mushrooms again.
I loved that life...
(no I did not)

2006-08-10T00:47:00.000-07:00

I like grabbing local cabs. Maybe its just me, but they really tell you a lot about what you are about the experience. I hopped into the first one. Some sort of Volga that was already an old timer when my grandma told my grandpa: Maybe its time to have kids. As we entered the city, taste-rich huge socialist big big cube-like houses were dominating the area. Eugenijus, my driver showed me around a little and said that 6-7 years ago all Vilnius was like this. 6-7 years ago your car was only 55 – I thought to myself, as we passed by a taxi station with various new models of Mercedeses, BMWs and Audis. I think I picked the oldest car around. As we entered the center everything changed completely. Wide, perfect pavement surrounded by gorgeous little flowery parks, a couple of shiny big buildings, and the fanciest shops in a row. The downtown area is really nice. It is clean, it is modern, its full of really nice cafeterias and restaurants.

2006-08-09T06:13:00.000-07:00

If you have a little free time on you, say… hmm 5 days, Vilnius in Lithuania is a wise choice. Prepare yourself for a little Eastern European input with some amazingly modern western influence at every third corner. Prices are very affordable, locals are very gentle and hospitable. It’s a country with four million people in it, so obviously it is very homey. Practically everybody knows everybody.

If you take my advice you book a flight with the local low cost carrier, Baltic Air, it is simply part of the fun. They fly from Budapest with airplanes with a size of an airplane, but four times smaller. It is a good thing because those planes have a way of flying that makes you regret your rich breakfast and especially the coffee you poured on top. To top the fun, Lithuanian stewardesses and stewards (the ones with the ballerina like moves and voices) have a special mission. I think they are assigned by the Lithuanian people to spread their language. Let me illustrate a little conversation I had 4 times during a two hour flight.

Steward: Hskimas miaus blabal kaus.

Me: Excuse me sir, I don’t speak Lithuanian.

Steward: Hskimas blabal kaus miaus! (pointing at the favourite part of my trousers)

Me: Pardon me sir, I don’t speak Lithuanian. (The hell does he want?)

Steward: Hskimas blabal kaus miaus! (pointing in a more dedicated manner)

Me: Try English, mate.

Steward: Your belt, please.

Me: I like it this way.

Steward: Hskimas blabal kaus miaus! It means buckle your belt please.

Me: Oh sure. Thanks for reminding.

Steward: Achu.

I suppose Achu means thank you. Actually it has the same probability to mean “prick”, but I am just a hopeless optimist. Back to traveling in general. The Vilnius airport is a nice one. A small one, but a nice one. Forget the signs and the cute little TV’s with funny text on them. Personally I followed the crowd and it lead me to the baggage claim against the signs, before I picked my favorite bag off the delivery thingy under the TV that said “Frankfurt”. Probably they got confused. I mean we did arrive from approximately the same direction, as long as South-West is an accurate one. I guess the pilot just did not bother to tell the Vilnius airport crew that they are wrong. Gestures like this save a lot of paper-work for everyone.

2006-08-03T15:52:00.000-07:00

There are things we often need to remind ourselves of, or simply we need to write them down, to make sure they in the back of our mind. I am awful at post-its and notes for myself so I will just put it down here.

When you are in business, you need to talk straight. It is twofold, threefold dillionzillionfold true when we are talking about business within our own venture, company, or when we are discussing matters with people we care about. I know it sounds obvious, but ask yourself, how many times did you say: "I am sorry, I screwed it up." or "I don't know how to handle this." We all have barriers we think we are incapable of crossing, but we need to admit this. Whats more we have to do this even more when it is damaging our renomé. I do look at myself as a marketing guy, but there are situations I need to lean back and ask someone wiser. Or just someone else. It is not a failure to admit that you need assistance. Or even if you are completely lost. Acting as if you will handle it alone just some "other time" and just tossing the problem around your already messy desk, wont get you anywhere.

I need to face and admit: I am a marketing guy, screwed by this matter, and yes, I need advice from you french sales guy. Ok maybe not those, but someone else from the same department.

Somebody asked me why I screw around with the french so much. I think there is a simple answer to this, which makes me even meaner than I already look: They are frailing easy targets :) Sorry.

2006-08-02T14:51:00.000-07:00

Its really easy to know when something is over.

If it feels over it is over.

Apart from that: correct me if I am wrong, but if something is not perfect, there is no point in carrying on anyway. Right? There is a most simple explanation to this, as long as 2 people want something badly, they seek a compromise. They want to see the other one happy, so as long as they want "each other" happy, it will all work out fine. Trouble really begins when someone wants him or herself happy, because in no time, you will find two people wanting one person to be happy in a relationship. From than on its not a good relationship. Maybe a good ship but sure as hell, not a good relation.

2006-07-28T03:09:00.000-07:00

Barcelona!! Yehhhaw.

I met Penelope Cruz on the metro. Than she was at the railway station. Finally I met her in the elvevator. She keeps changing her age, but no fooling me. She is all over the place. She kinda screwed me on the metro though. Not intentionally of course. I asked some questions about the upcoming stops of the metro and such and she was very happy to answer. After some time I started testing her, and asked contradicting questions but she kept saying yes. Hmm. I think I identified one of the common personality flows of Spanish people. They are very happy to answer questions they never understood in the first place! She could have saved me about 25 minutes of walk in 40 celsius with a 20 kilogram bag if she said: "No ablo Engles, I just look like Penelope". She definately was Penelope, but I would agree to the first part as I look back now..

Penelope

2006-07-28T02:45:00.000-07:00

I am in Girona . God bless the Spanish.. they invented chaos. There is a system in place on the airport for example for shuttle buses, oh yeah it's just that even locals dont understand it. As I stepped out of the baggage claim area, I soon identified the other Hungarian tourists. They were shouting at the information lady, in Hungarian, which is an exceptionally smart thing to do, considering that Hungarian is the most widely spoken language right after Whiterussian on a list of languages, that probably nobody bothered to put together anyway. So I pretended to be American as usual, which bring another phenomenon. When they think you are American, people start pointing into directions instead of expaining them, telling prices in US dollars, rendering you incapable of basic math. On top of that they direct you to the closest McDonald's if you ask them where you could get some food.

To tell the truth I am almost comfortable in this image of rich idiot. I made some french friends here. Friends as in: people I talked to. They are friench for f.cks sake. Anyway we shared this fate of trying to catch a bus in this system designed to screw foreigners. These french guys kept saying how tired they were etc... looking down all the time.. looking at the grass.. well, you won't fool me Pierre! I know you were looking for snails!

So here I am in the middle of this Spanish life feeling with some French barking in the background, oh and one more thing. Somebody tell me, why does the Girona airport smell so much like horse shit?!

-Denes the Adventurer

2006-07-17T16:25:00.000-07:00

My online social life is a mess. Today I think I even got half the usual amount of spam. This is really scary. If viagra producers and hot milfs that want to get "banged with your supercock" are giving up on you, than that is a sign you better consider.

I wrote an email to a dear friend today telling that I crossed tha magic amount. I worked more than 2/3-rds of the day and that is a wicked number. 16 hours! If hitting the table tennis ball once and letting it fall back on you rocket takes about 1.3 seconds (taking a longer hit), than this amount of time is enough for 42.666 hits and one third of a hit more. All I did was sitting on meetings, brainstorming, problem solving, going to the airport, taking care of a german business partner until basically now. What a waste, considering that 42.666 and 1/3 is a huge number.

Source: Gettyimages

2006-07-09T07:29:00.000-07:00

This is a wonderful little piece of mean creativity.

Personally I had stolen it, taken it. Borrowed it like the french did with some land in africa way back, anyway. I thought you might like it.

2006-07-07T20:19:00.000-07:00

Fact: The amount of extraordinary ladies is very limited.
Fact: We think it isn't.
Fact: We are terribly wrong.

I just met one today. She thinks she is the meanest creature ever walk this land. She
ignores everyone, looks down on everyone. She is very pretty and very intelligent, plus she knows it. A dangerous combination in itself but this particular girl also bites. She hurts you pretending that she just humiliated you in her most sophisticated manner to get rid of you. Truth is, she is eager to see what happens. She is a little experimenting child in there, she properly messes everything and everyone around her to see how it unfolds. Than she analyzes the situation, she sees the processes, patterns, happenings and finds great joy in the little chaos she just created. If you react harshly, or break and get offended, she loses interest right away. She has seen than many times over. Genius at play. Wonderful.

Don't mean to advertise myself but I had some great fun playing her game. I pretended to get offended, she bought it. It was my turn to rush on her defending myself or my points, and she really expected that. She already had her meanest intelligent little sarcastic weapons to come and crush me, but she did not get lucky with me. I completely ignored her for some seconds, than I was really kind. No sarcasm, no little back meaning to my words, merely kindness. I got her completely off guard, and used the little time gap to give the little blow of my own, before she could even smile back, I started ignoring her completely again, talking to most boring guy next to me, turning to him and turning absolutely away from her. She said something nice to me and I pretended not hearing it well, and asked her to repeat. She had to, there were 5 others at the table. I hummed at what she said and turned back to my boring little fella, completely locking her out of the game for a short time.

A smasing victory on my side, complete succes! :) She had two choices left. Get offended and leave, or get a cigarette and play on. Guess what. 20 minutes and a mojito later we started all over again...

2006-07-04T09:26:00.000-07:00

I think allergy was invented by the same guy who dropped the first nuclear warhead. He is also well known for his globally accepted theory he describes in his famous book "Box is is very much like picking flowers".

Boxing. Flowers.

The same.

Oh and finally the saying of the day. My saying of the day actually.
"She looked through me as the shepherd looks through the window of his cottage."

And that way is...
"Looking for the sheep behind".

2006-06-28T17:57:00.000-07:00

Here is the thing about popular party places.

Many many gorgeous ladies go there, to meet guys.
Many many nicer than nice fellas go there to meet girls.

So whats next? And yes, you guessed it right. Everybody dances around with whom they came. Gorgeus ladies dance together, nicer than nice fellas dance together than decide it looks really gay so they stop.

In the end you can just see on happy biiig colorful mess where nobody dances with whom they really wanted too. The whole thing is due to the fact that we all need love. Seems a little foolish looking back when we realize that we are not surprised at all. Tons of beer and tequilas, and dancing with our own same gender friends at a so called party place where everybody hates the music, this whole set up did not bring us love. Hihihh... Even ninjas need love.
Just click here and see for yourself. Z, thanks for the link.

2006-06-28T12:29:00.000-07:00

In any group of 15 people there are at least 9 idiots, 5 wannabe marketing guys, 3 wannabe leaders, a couple of wannabe funny guys, a funny guy, a pretty girl, and 4 more iditots.

As you probably guessed... most roles are intercompatible...

IBS does stand for I BE ASS. As a self rightous statement of one's infinate intelligance...
God help us..

2006-06-26T05:33:00.000-07:00

Pretty girls like gyros (schwarma).

Say "Gouranga" loud, and you'll be happy.

Never, and I mean NEVER ask a buddhist about anything on a leaflet he or she gave you.

Gouranga!
(Be happy)

2006-06-26T03:55:00.000-07:00

There are a freaking many situations in life, we better say no. This is one hell of a good one. Takes a very little piece of imagination think about some phenomena behind the driving wheel, to which I would not say no. I would say Hell Yes!!! I actually met one of those phenomena this morning. Thanks for the breakfast, baby. :)

2006-06-26T02:37:00.000-07:00

I am thinking about renaming this blog. The new title could be:

Lost and found inside
or
Post inside
or
Life is a bitch, and its rates are changing rapidly.

If you got any other suggestions... let me know.

Just to say something info-worthy as well, I hope I did not tell you this before (repeating myself is a habit I am trying to get rid of)

So there are two common wisdoms that can be used to compaire English and New Zealandic psychology.
The English say:
"Give a man a fish, and feed him for a day, or teach him how to fish, and feed him for a lifetime."
The New Zealanders say:
"Go for the fat chick, it's easier."
The Germans have a saying too, they say:
"Be there on time, with tight clothes, with your clean car, on time, in a checked shirt, on time, in brown leather shoes, on time, with no sense of humor, on time."

Ahh those Germans are funny...

2006-06-23T05:53:00.000-07:00

There is a good old Hungarian habit. When someone turns 21 (or any other very even best age), we all gather up in an old building around a biiiig wooden table, to celebrate. The person having the birthday has to stand next to this very table... slowly breath out, and step back from the table. Hold her left fist forward as a sign on tribal belonging, while she has to start singing her favorite samanic sacrifice ritual song. I personally prefer the "Kill the bat and eat its liver", but Rita likes the one about eating the ears of a live pig. Anyway so in this case she was singing that, doing the tribal thingy as it is supposed to be. While doing so the candidate must also grab something with his or her right hand.. in this case she was holding a knife she just smacked in the wall minutes ago. She did everything the way it is supposed to go.

The picture was taken right before she ritually fisted the burning cake into pieces, as it should be.

We all watched in silence as the holy ritual ended. Covered in cake and pieces of the wooden table, we all shared unity for a couple of holy minutes.

Goood times.

2006-06-23T01:32:00.000-07:00

1912-13 Football team
Wow.

Looks like everything is moving around football these days. I got into a conversation about it, lets just say I am the sort of fan who only gets to know there was a world championship, when I get told who won.

Anyway, here is the story that happened to a friend of a friend. Obviously it was a she, probably blond anyway, I think it could be a motto of the Berling World Championship. She said:

"I don't get it, if there are 11 players in a football team, that is not EVEN. Somebody does not have a pair!!"

Uhm.
Yep.
Whatever...

I guess you know the silence that followed... Somebody said the 11th is to play with the referee, but that joke did not blow the moment, especially when she asked: "No, you are kidding me"...

2006-06-22T05:22:00.000-07:00

I assume all around the world women are either complying to football by trying to find some interest in it, or fighting against it. No sex, no cooking and such, to try to get some attetntion.

There is another type that does not seek interest no fights it. I think I heard one of these women in action, in the most gentle way possible.

She asked the guy who was obvously focused on the 22 guys running around on the big green thing chasing the small white thing, in funny pijamas. She just asked:

Honey, how long is a match? :)

2006-06-20T01:41:00.000-07:00

I have seen some great minds, and even greater people screw their personal life up, because they treated it as they treated their profession. They believed in the power of will, and understanding processess and reactions within a given context. Marketing rules however turned out not be applicable in all situations. Not only the thories are as far from perfect as France is from admitting that their language will not be the number one language of Europe, but appearantly ladies do not like to be treated as customers.

So, if these guys screwed it up that way, and I do have an affinity for becoming a good marketing professional, maybe it is time I screwed up too... just to make sure I am on the right track.

Define your destination FIRST, sais the book. Know where you want to go, than develop a picture of where you are at, so that you can see what is between you, and your perfect world. This way you will only use energy on relevant to-dos. You have to make sure that you only hit on barriers standing in your way.

On the other hand this technique lets you break out of the box. This way you will not be limited in your thinking. Forget about last year's budget... last year's activities, even sales figures for a moment and see where you want to get. Dont get caught up in micro-managing stuff.

So, back to the screwing up. My destination in the short past period was getting together with a
girl. One, a specific one. Its like getting caught up in trying to get my product into a retail network. It is getting caught up in a detail. My destination should be selling the damn product, which in my personal case stands for getting a girl, and being happy. I need to break out of the box. This is why relationships are mistakes. The tool for happiness becomes the goal. Soon after getting together, the girl becomes a destination. That is not good. Whats wrong with you guys? Look at the bigger picture.

2006-06-19T15:41:00.000-07:00

5 óra egyenlő egy örökkévalósággal.

2006-06-11T04:57:00.000-07:00

For some reasons of authenticity this blog is going to be shut down soon.
Well as soon as I can save all my stuff on my harddrive :)

For some times I typed some posts in that were not about me or were not true at all... I could not publish for some time now.

I can no longer be honest here.. those of you interested, please write an email to me to this adress: denes.d2g@gmail.com

I will let you know where the blog moved, I will keep posting there.

Thank you all for reading, hope you had some fun, or thinking.

-Denes

2006-06-07T05:22:00.000-07:00

If you want to see some cool pages, check out how well the "Big Cities" display themselves on the internet.

Kazincbarcika: http://www.kazincbarcika.hu/

Ozd http://www.ozd.hu

Sellye: http://www.sellye.hu

lol

2006-06-05T02:26:00.000-07:00

If you got questions, ask a ninja :)

Check this video on youtube this guy is just crazy :) Its a great example how you can make quality (sort of) fun with a camera and a ninja costume.

The original page is: http://www.askaninja.com

Enjoy.

2006-06-04T14:24:00.000-07:00

There are 3.5 billion women out there. That is 7 billion tits. Could be less, but I have a feeling it is definately not more. Ah well, I see your thinking. Man have tits too, but technicly they are different. Alright they are technicly the same, but actually different. Damn this is confusing. I bet you did not think this through the last time you seen some.

Anyway my point is, if you missed two of them, worry not. There are 14 billion more out there, and 7 you should care about.

2006-06-02T16:22:00.000-07:00

Hard Evidence.

2006-06-01T11:39:00.000-07:00

The Greedy Cows

I think I have seen the biggest boobs today... I mean the biggest boobs, yesterday. If that woman walks down a big green field, cows start eating faster out of greed. This was specially breeded one, capable of motivating half of Ireland at once. Cows could spot her boobs from 500 kilometres. I think there is not really a much longer distance in Ireland, except if you posess the rare ability of seeing in ways other than seeing in curves. Which ability would provide you with a practicly indefinate distance of seeing.

Ah damn, I just realize that although there is no barrier, I still cant see straight to an indefinate distance. Anyway.. back to her boobs. They were quiet. "Remarkable". Somebody once told me: "Aint such a thing as too big boobs". He is a man of love and spirit. Anyway, the lady we examining today, was wearing a shirt on top. It said: "LOOK ME", and it was intelligently hidden in the middle of the ... well.. phenomena. First I thought it was just placed there to distract the guys. As long as they are hardly thinking about the screwed grammar of this statement, they are at least not staring at what is under them, but than I dismissed the thought and realized, this is just one of the many evidences that people DO NOT THINK.

In fact this is evidence of more than one. It took one idiot to develop this product, another one to produce, at least three more idiots for distribution, and one in the shop, who put it on the shelf... I did not count the wearer on purpose, because I am most certain she is just an object well designed to motivate the cows in Ireland.

LOOK ME?!?! Jesus christ... LOOK ME on an airplane!!! And ms LOOK ME was blond! She was not french, but could have been! She definately has been to france. I think she today thinks that there was a Hungarian guy on the airplane who finds big tits, very veeery funny :)

2006-05-28T14:16:00.000-07:00

This is definately not where I hanged my Bike :)

Some of you movielovers actually might appreciate this quasi quotation above :)

2006-05-26T15:31:00.000-07:00

Oh my god, what manner of animal is THAT?!?!

For those of you non believers, I AM hanging in the air on the picture. Just like this guy in the front...

Special thanks goes to Alona taking the picture us :)

2006-05-26T04:21:00.000-07:00

Dear Denes,

"We are sorry but you were not selected for the marketing intern opportunity at HBO. We will however store your CV in our system and contact you if job comes available that suits you."

Menyhart Anita
amenyhart@mclsolutions.com

Sure, I'll be waiting...

2006-05-25T11:08:00.000-07:00

2006-05-24T14:11:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I hate movies. Usually that point comes after I watched three of them in a row taking a break for a coffe and bakery in the meantime just to think about life for five minutes. I hate them for the quality that some of them are able to take us away somewhere. Invite us on a journey in a far far away place where only interesting things happen, where life is funny, and every five minutes there is an exceptional someone walking in through the door or super hidro mecho blinking hyperplasma nano thingy. A gorgeus girl, a handsome man, usually with a great sense of humor, a touching story or something, but most often with a situation full of exciting problems and even more interesting ways of solving.

So I hate the fact that they can take me there, and I can feel like riding Serenity the spaceship laughing with the crew, feeling what they feel, and dream how they dream. When the adventure is over, and the next alien butt-kicking, shooting laughing yelling LIVE mission is two clicks away (drag and drop actually, so its more of a click-toss-release combo, anyway) Don't look at me like people look at nerds! Where was I? Oh yes. The adventure. In the light of such great movies everydays seem a little action-less. Nothing is blown up, nobody gets eaten... the grocery guy is the only one with a really weird head. Surely nobody comes in space-ships, talks like machines, and bleeps and boops and klings in a manner that nobody understands. Except for the french, but we know they are not aliens. They already lost two world wars, that would not happen to aliens. (Just tell me if I am being mean, I take critics really well.. occasionally).

ps: Serenity is a great sci-fi. For all those who think that space and mystery, and future is for nerds, I feel sorry for you, because you are just narrow minded. Think of a future that is pretty likely, put some well developed characters in the middle and see what happens. You might find yourself laughing, feeling, dreaming, imagining the way you never thought you could. There is one thing between you and that. An unexplained reflex that this shit is for 15 year old kids who had no friends and will never have a girlfriend.
Serenity, the movie: here.
Based on the series Firefly.

2006-05-21T15:38:00.000-07:00

I have good friend. His name is Rodrigo, but dont let the name fool you basically he is a half afro-american, half vietnamese with a Mona Lisa haircut. Speaks 7 languages and 5 out of those are only spoken by him alone in the world. Anyway he is a good fella when he is not pretending to be Chubakka and Wesley snipes at the same time. (Oh boy you should see that). Anyway he has a blog under the fictious name of Tamas Heim. Check it out, I really like what he does with some pretty interesting daily topics, that shorten your desperate search for stuff that worth looking at.

The above flattering sentences were basically a cheap way of killing my guilt arising from the fact I basically stole this link from him. Its a really cool page done by IKEA that hepls you visualize different kitchens. I know this introduction is good enough to put the site on the top10 list of "Sites I should never visit", but this time its some really cool stuff. Maybe I should also steal the picture from Rodrigo's blog :) Make sure you also check him out here: Heimtommy.wordpress.com...

Rodrigez, dont even comment, I know you love me :)

2006-05-21T05:31:00.000-07:00

Man seek man, women seek man, man seek woman, couple seek soulmate.
A world of opportunities :)

Soulmate couple seeks soulmate couple :)

2006-05-21T04:43:00.000-07:00

I had an interesting conversation the other day with Sjoerd, my flatmate. The upcoming semester I must do an internship at a company. I wont bore you with details but the point is that I am applying to all sorts of places. You send 20 emails and get one response saying they dont have time for this now, but they will come back to you. Yeeah.. yeah yeah.. sure you will... aham. Anyway, its interesting how the generation worked before us, it did not matter what you studied, if you had a university degree, it was enough proof that you are smart enough to learn the job, and they got you in. Todays most businessman (and women, just for the feminist readers.. though we know the truth about ratios :) :) ) so todays most businessman are lawyers, engineers, gardeners and in a rare case economists or some business related studies.

Now we, as their children were raised in that manner... it does not really matter what you study, just do it, if its hard enough, you will find your place later, and get familiar with the job fast. That was exactly what we wanted to hear when at the age of 17 somebody asked us: so what do you want to work when you grow up, pal? Oh and we wanted to become firefighters and policemen (firefighterins and policewomen), but appearantly there is no university for that. Therefore we are slowly becoming economists, marketing managers, lawyers, engineers and such, in a world which seem to get more and more specialized, with every passing day, companies want students with a relevant field of study and working experience. A bit of a problem there... after all it seems that anyone can become a businessman, but from business studies you can only become a.. ohm.. well.. lots of stuff... like a businessman. Dead end, is the expression I believe.

On the other hand especially in business companies tend to train their own experts. If you go to GE, or P&G, they tell you to forget everything you learned before and "this is how we do it". Job interviewing methods moved away from professional questions, they are merely testing how smart you are and if they can motivate you, becuase for obvious reasons these two qualities define the perfect employee. If we look at it from that standpoint than the point of our studies were only to open our eyes. But here comes the scary part. As companies get better an better at analyzing these properties, what the student does himself becomes irrelevant. Training is part of the development process but it diminishes in relevance significantly. The problem will come when corporations start identifying ideal employees based on their DNS. At that point the world is going to change, and the era of predetermination will begin (once again, if I might add). So much for the holy ideas of hard working and dedication bringing success.

2006-05-18T18:41:00.000-07:00

Ever missed something simply because you were afraid to try? Even though you had nothing to lose, your cowardice stood between you and what you really really wanted? An opportunity passed by you, and you will never ever have any way of knowing if you could have seized what you wanted?

If it is business life, private, make it love or friendship, simply just a complaint I feel like making.. a girl I want to talk to but I dont, or feel like asking a question in a seminar in front of 200 people, I hereby promise myself, to never let this happen again. I will not let anything pass by me like this.

This thought is just killing me, I will Never Ever let it Happen Again.

2006-05-18T06:56:00.000-07:00

Logistics... hmmm my favorite subject (don believe a word of what I am saying)..

Anyway in the book: "Fundamentals of Logistics" (like if it had anything else than fundamentals), i read about the "Profit leverage of logistics". Oh wow, this is a very remarkable phenomena, so lets write 5 pages about it. The idea is that if you save 1 Euro on logistics, that is one euro profit for you. However if you increase your sales by one euro that will only result in a very little profit increase. (depending on several ratios but possibly only 0.2 euro) So -the book argues- logistics profit leverage is a very important thing. Learn it well.

Oh I know what you are thinking... OH MY GOD! (that is precisely what I thought). Following this logic, saving one euro on toilet paper consumption in the headquarters will result in one euro profit increase!! Soo, toilet paper is worth concentrating on, it just turned out to be more efficient than increasing sales. Quickly, lets find other things where saving one euro will result in a one euro profit.

I hope you dont mind if I leave that part to your imagination... by the way the same book says that logistics makes the world go around. I think I read the same thing in the communications book about (guess what) communications. Oaaah.. its hard to be a student these days... you just cant decide what makes the world go around.

2006-05-16T17:41:00.000-07:00

I just love a good movie. Not long ago I was most taken by the movies "Derailed", with a most fantastic performance of Cliwe Owen, and well rather the charm of Jennifer Aniston. A perfect movie about a situation when a Man refuses to fall victim of the situation and grows up to the task, defeating all his boundaries, breaking any rule, using any force necessary to protect what he really believes in.

Truth be told, I believe the path of self righteousness is one to be walked by few, whose motives are just and hearts are pure. (V for Vendetta did this to my English)

I had to separate this sentence from the rest, appearantly the movie really had an effect on me, however, I truly believe that self righteousness is not be promoted very much, because the man excercising it asks noone to judge weather the goals are so pure. The man down the street in the little grocery store.. should definately not be running around shooting people for what he believes in. This example wonderfully points my next movie, I had just seen tonight and it was good enough to make me write this post. V for Vendetta, from the Wachowski brothers, and James McTeigue (sorry buddy if I mispelled it, your ancestors should have thought twice). Anyway HERE is the imdb link to it, and its a most charming combination of comic (as in comics, not funny but drawn literature) screenplay, wonderfully shot scenes, a bloody well found "feeling"... some killing... oh and most importantly Natalie Portman. For those of you semi-fans, her hair is cut, she is starved to the bone and tortured for some time, and she looks accordingly, but that is what makes her a good actress. She can be the beautiful little sexy girl and the almost ugly tortured gollam-like being in one movie. As a minor add-on this, this is one of those movies that put the world in a hypothetic stasis which could very well exist. After the scene and great characters are placed, it just plays along. Putting all sorts of people among these wonderfully coherently changed circumstances. It gets more interesting as you go deeper watching a very interesting storz unfold. Enough of me, put your hands on it, I loved it soo much. Here are some appatisers:

2006-05-16T15:15:00.000-07:00

What a most colorful moment :)

Nothing more to say, I guess :)

2006-05-15T08:10:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I wrote down that we think success is granted, because we were told so. The second I wrote it down, something completely different popped up in my mind. If you think about it, most of the knowledge we take for granted, we were merely told. Starting from the most basics. How many of you travelled around the globe, and -I mean literally- arriving to the same point of origin by only traveling one way along the east-west orientation. I can't think of anyone in my little group of people. Still, we all believe that our planet is a globe. I have not seen it, and if I take a litte imagination and just lean back in my chair, its quiet frustrating that there actually could be the Pillars of Hercules somewhat west of the shores of the United States, there is absolutely no hard evidence against it.

Take gravity. The big rounded thing under us pulls things towards it (of course the small ones are pulling the big one but that is the part that already makes my head hurt). No matter if its me, you or a canonball. What if from elementary school you were told that the big blue thing above you, is a material that pushes things away from it. You, me, canonballs, but not white airplane shaped objects with a pilot in them. Would you not believe in the same sincere way? Oh we take all that for granted. Maybe it's magic in the microwave, we are just all eating the cover story..

I am not saying these are likely, I am just saying its creepy enough, that they are "possible".

2006-05-14T15:45:00.000-07:00

Ladies and Gentleman... we have a problem. Its not Houston this time, oh but it iiiiis cosmic. I dont mean to sound like an all-knowing someone. I guess I am smart enough to know I am not pointing out problems noone pointed out before, but our generation has a big biig biiiiiig problem. (I just like letters of "i" today..)

We all think we will make it. We all think we are going to have the biggest house in the neighbourhood, a fancy car and a sporty one, a wife that is sexy after two kids, and that we are doing a job we love to the bottom. Something tells me (and that is about me being smart again), that it is not gonna happen to all of us. Simply because some of us have to become the guy that fixes fridges, while other will be cab drivers. Its time to realize that we cant all become firefighters and policemen.. that is reserved for a few lucky ones. Anyway, back to the point, this belief is origination from a pretty simple phenomena, just like most of human knowledge. We think this, because we were told so. There is going to be a time when this bubble has to blow up. We are not all supermodels and superheroes and ideal husbands on white horses. I am afraid that a time will come when our generation will have to face it. They cant all be firefighters. There is not enough fire. Even if there was, somebody has to be the guy who calls the firefighters, like a receptionist, so we need receptionists to have fully functioning society. We could switch roles every week so that everyone is happy... but than who is going to be the milkman. Ok, so we need "A", "B", and "C" weeks after all. Looks like I solved it...

We not only tend to believe that "we will make it", we also tend to believe that our friends and family will. Anyone whose brain is bigger than the brain of an ant (do they have any??), or is not french, must come to realize it. Some even believe that they will just win the lottery, well my friends, it is not likely, lets face it. So the question is, what is going to happen when we face a situation that we will not meet our dreams. There are billions of people that have gone through this, I am sure, but did their dreams adjust? Lowered in the light of reality, or simply they accepted their fate? Maybe found happiness elsewhere? I wish I could ask them "really". Probably they are not aware of the process themselves. Back to the original point, I think our generation was overpromised. We really BELIEVE. The time we have to face reality draws very near, and I am sure I will change the world. I am fine, I should not care, cause I will make it "no matter the weather". Two jobs, a sexy house, fulfilling kids, a sports wife and a fancy one. All that. But what of those that will not? Sound like pretty pretty biiig psychological disaster. On the other hand if this is an ongoing phenomena, than this is just business as usual.. maybe I should think about more important stuff than happiness and fulfilment.

uhh..

ehh

ohm...

I am Hungry.

2006-05-13T07:43:00.000-07:00

I was walking down the steet last night in Copenhagen when I saw a statue couple sitting firmly next to each other looking forward, motionless. Basically they did what most statues would do. So i decided to make a picture, so i sat there... surprise came shortly afterwards... the guy (satue, made of some most dead material) looked at me, and the women said something I would rather not quote. Luckily Sjoerd was there to take a picture..
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2006-05-10T15:36:00.000-07:00

This is the main shopping street of Copenhagen. The Stroget. It means: the place where people stroll - for the few of you who still dont speak Danish.

2006-05-09T01:20:00.000-07:00

The world seems to be amazingly packed with idiots. Sometimes they are even able to disguise themselves in front of such critical eyes as my blue ones. The subject in particular did not seem to be a rocket scientist, far from that, but today it really was a test of my character listening to about one and a half hours of complete "DUMB SHIT", without blowing myself up screaming YOU DIE WITH MEEEE, BITCH while slowly pressing the ominent red button.

I resisted my inner desire.. for now... idiots, please please, for the sake and sanaty of all, avoid me. Too bad that no idiots are reading this... I think. SO please tell the idiots you meet to try and avoid me.. ah you know what? Just blow them up.. raargh start with the stubborn ones.

2006-05-08T14:48:00.000-07:00

This is how I look when going for an impossibly cool rescue mission where my agency IMF sent me. "Fuck yeah" IMF stands for Impossible mission force. From now on, all you average Joes can call me Miiihiister Cruz :) (I wiss miss Cruz would marry me so I could take her name up). The picture was taken seconds before I jumped on the first wheel facing my half russian half korean (red anyway) opponent who was closing with a speed of 400 kilometers. That is not because I am not moving but because he is moving with a 100 kilometers. Guess what I am on an american impossible bike that goes 300. Obviously after breaking for minutes, huh. But the point is, this is mission impossible seven. For those of you who just saw the third one, I can tell, that I am changing agency. IMF (Impossible Mission Force for those who started reading this in the middle), i think it is a little over the top, so I filed for a transfer to the UCNSST. They are Hot. It stands for: Unbelieveably Cool Ninja Squad Secret Thingy.

-Tom

2006-05-05T05:49:00.000-07:00

When you talk to someone for about 6-7 seconds, he is basically 10 centimeters from you, and yet shows absolutely no reaction to what you are trying to say.. that is ... well... uncomfortable.

I know I keep fucking with the french but this time its naturally like that, it was a french girl who accomplished this. Amazing.. these guys over there just seem to be born with a whole lot of abilities we average humans cant even dream of.

On the other hand I am thinking. Not as hard as I did about the lever paste but still. I am to go for an internship from september 2006. The fun part is that basically I can stay there for the following semester, which is the last one in my little journey towards a BA. So basically if I could find a company I could already get into a full employment for infinte time. That is not easy. I believe my options are not endless but very extensive. This is actually harder when than when the options are few. Company A, or B... you just check out the canteens and average boobs size of the secretaries, and go for the favourable one. (modern canteen, small tits - if you ask me). Not this time. I got company A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P... well you get the point. If the variables are only good canteen vs bad canteen, and small tits vs big tits that already leaves me with way too many variable options, and this is far from all the letters in the alphabet not to mention that we have not taken the "average french per department index" into consideration. whoah.. choices are hard these days...

2006-05-02T14:42:00.000-07:00

For years I have been constantly wondering why the world famous Hungarian liver paste never really made it to the international market. Well, ok, I was not really focused on the matter but today I made a breakthourgh.

It was not designed to open.

Imagine the pulling power I applied to reach the result...

2006-05-01T15:33:00.000-07:00

Hey, some late night satisfaction just crossed me... I have a friend called Sajt. It actually means cheese in hungarian, he used to play counter strike under this label. He does not have more holes than average humans do (as far as I know, and before you ask: I dont know him THAT wall), and he does not smell french.. french cheese least of all. So I am in complete confusion about how he came to call himself like that. Maybe if you leave him on the sun under the front window of your car for a week his color changes like the color of cheese would. Could very well be.

Anyway the point is he showed me this very creative site of a photographer.

Take your time.. it really is amazing.

Here is the adress in case the first link insert of my life did not work out:
http://mcstrick.livejournal.com/724835.html

Enjoy.

2006-05-01T06:26:00.000-07:00

How to play golf
with Grandmaster Jani

First of all you will need a ball.

Place it accurately

Concentrate, get ready for the big swing

After the blow, all that is left to do, is watch it FLY!

2006-04-24T06:10:00.000-07:00

Golf is a wonderful sport, and it is also one that seems to mean whole lot of different things for people. Some say it is about seeking the balance between body and spirit. Its a striving for perfection and finesse. Mark Twain said its basically a good walk spoiled. I am just not yet allowed on the walk part, so from the driving range, golf seems to be about trying to hit the 50 meter or 100 meter sign without engaging the ball in a direct contact with my hand and ball throwing throwing skills.

for those who watch movies or read books: "Goodbye, and thanks for all the fish"