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#throwbackthursday

Taken in October, 2012

morning

staying a kid

4EVER

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me, back in 2009
I cant decide if my face has changed or not since then
not much I guess
just wondering when should I start using any anti-aging skin care product?
maybe I'll love my wrinkles....who knows

so true

At the moment I feel like I want to smash everything up and tear everything down. I want to turn myself inside out. I want to enjoy my moment of confusion, but at the same time, not feel that I am standing on the border of the reckless and insane. I want to be free.
Tracey Emin

boredom

boredom in december
my butlins chalet
I miss a little bit butlins, work, friends there
no, I miss them a lot hahha
I'll be back in a week
in the last few days Ive watched disney classics like cinderella, snow white and the seven dwarfs or the hunchback of notre dame
felt so heartwarming
hey kids, believe in tales, believe in dreams, and never ever give them up!

new year new glasses

yep, an emporio armani one
havent got real lens in yet, but tomorrow
and not only new glasses but everything is going to be new this year
new clothes
new hopes
new purposes
and a new body
I need to get in shape again so I re-started my daily 1-hour jogging
and doing a hardcore diet
and I feel good
I feel the power in myself
NEW LIFE... I welcome you with open arms

revlon

one of the lonely nights
wish I was 18 again

Michael Bublé: Cry Me A River

comeback

Boys and girls
here again
sorry for this interruption, weird days
hard days........

I feel terribly down
I'll be back tomorrow and talk to you, trying to update daily again
are you ok? tell me something nice pls

getting crazy

3 days left till leaving home. Painful and liberating at the same time. Packing, administration to-dos, more packing, some webcam madness, packing. So excited!
Oh yes, I've changed my name. Opinions?
It's conceivable that I'll do it again, I'm looking for a cool stage name, so trying, jah.

Hey

Here we are, I unabashedly push my face into yours... how selfish I am, right? I told you about the changes, AGAIN, AGGGR. Aren't you annoyed by the constantly changing I cultivate? I am so.
I've realized I do not have the time to collect and arrange all these images every day. From now on, only one - let's call - inspiration post will be published weekly, but that'll be plentiful and only about those things I am hardly amazed at. The blog turns to be more personal - my little everyday moments, more details, more sudden thoughts, small talks and speculation. More clothes, more oufits. What you think? PLEASE TELL ME SOMETHING, I'M THIRSTY FOR YOUR WORDS.

Oh, and the portfolio link is available, sure, more proper portfolio soon. Have you got any idea why I need a portfolio?!? No?!? Guess and I'll tell!

Me, myself and two little friends

Dear Friends,
I know, some of you may miss my writings, but forbear with me please, because I'm working so hard on my book. There's less then 4 weeks until we're going to move to London and I want to completely finish it before we go. So, that's the reason I can't really write here these days.... all my thoughts are on the book. Thank you for being here henceforward, write to me and give me courage... I need incentive!
By the way, let me introduce you my two new little friends. Some weeks ago I went to a tattoo salon to pierce my ear. I was more worried about the guys - I've never been in a tattoo salon before - than the actual pain... don't say it was fun, but I stood the pain with decorum so I'm kinda proud of myself. Really.
Kisses.


Joe Walsh: Rocky Mountain Way

How an ironic note becomes reality

Some months ago I was joking about having this book for my birthday. Minimalism and Fashion by Elyssa Dimant. I said this is the book WE ALL must read promptly, definitely a must-have book. And do you know what happened? CAN YOU IMAGINE?
The sweetest person  (yes, singular, be happy, NOT plural - yes, this was a secret message to him) in my life bought this for me to my h-u-g-e surprise, ordered from England through amazon.co.uk and I've received it a few days ago via post. As an alien this arrived, you know, I wasn't expecting a package, this big package. Ah, this book is stunning... and became my Bible, really. Thank you.

The ghost of me

Yesterday night I was at home, alone. Hanging around tumbrl I was listening again to Black Math by the White Stripes, so I cheked out their website and found this Under Great White Northern Lights teaser, how beautiful. Good memories. I miss those pogo-days. When we were jumping and paddling in our own and others perspiration and in beer and we slipped away with bruises. Nothing really mattered.
Tegnap éjjel itthon voltam, egyedül. A tumbrlön lógva meghallgattam újra a Black Math című számot a White Stripestól, és megnéztem a weboldalukat, ahol megtaláltam ezt az Under Great White Norther Lights dvd ajánlót, micsoda gyönyörűség. Jó emlékek. Hiányoznak a pogó-napok. Amikor a saját és egymás izzadságában, sörben tocsogva ugráltunk és kék-zöld foltokkal távoztunk. Nem számított semmi.

Now I am a ghost of myself, the light vision of unknown times. 

Like an old lady, sitting in my dark room, thinking about life.

I just want to disappear. To be invisible.

Just Bela Lugosi is like.

Most saját magam szelleme vagyok, ismeretlen idők halvány víziója. 

Mint egy öreg hölgy, a sötét szobámban, az életről gondolkodva. 

Csak úgy el szeretnék tűnni. Láthatatlannak lenni. 

Mint Lugosi Béla.

So, you see the person behind this blog. The first photos, I guess.
Most látjátok az embert a blog mögött. Az első fotók, azt hiszem.

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First rule of Fight Club

... is do not to fight with The Razor. And of course, you don't talk about fight club. The BCC, aka. the Bruise-Collector Company has officially received me as a member. What an honour. Seriously, the question is why we BCC-members are so proud of our blue-purple-green spots? The answer is complex. Maybe because they're tough. Maybe because bruises are the colour-switcher maps of our lifes, they help us to remember. Before I go way far with the philosophical tune, I say maybe we are simply perverts because while others try to hide them, we're exposing them pridefully like they were some imbibitioning tattoos. Total exhibitionism.
A Harcosok Klubjának első szabálya, hogy nem harcolsz A Borotvával. És persze, hogy nem beszélsz a harcosok klubjáról. Hivatalosan is maguk közé fogadott a ZGYT, azaz a Zúzódás-Gyűjtők Társasága. Micsoda megtiszteltetés. Komolyra fordítva a szót, vajon miért is vagyunk mi, ZGYT-tagok oly büszkék kék-lila-zöld foltjainkra? A válasz összetett. Talán, mert vagány. Talán, mert a zúzódások színváltó térképei életünknek, segítenek emlékezni. Még mielőtt túlságosan filozófikusra venném a hangnemet, egyszerűen talán csak perverzek vagyunk, hogy míg mások igyekeznek elrejteni, addig mi büszkén, mint egy felszívódó tetoválás, villogunk vele. Teljes exhibicionizmus.

(I know these are not bruises, I know. Bruise pictures next time kids.)

Of course, it's not only about it. They're jewels. Why would somebody put on an earring or a nose ring if not by the reason of decorating or differentiation. So it's the same with us BCC-members in the cases of wounds, bruises, scars. I talk about these healing within 8 days, harmless bodily mutations. These have the beauty in their passing away. They don't affect our lifes, don't change us, they're liveable, lapsing marks. Marks from our lifes, ad hoc memories.

Persze nem csak erről van szó. Ékszerek. Mi másért rakatna valaki magára fülbevalót, vagy orrkarikát, ha nem a dekorálás, a megkülönböztetés miatt. Így vagyunk mi ZGYT-sek mindenféle sérüléssel, zúzódással, sebhellyel. Persze itt most csak ezekről a 8 napon belül gyógyuló, ártalmatlan testi változásokról beszélek. Mert ezeknek pont abban rejlik a szépségük, hogy elmúlnak. Nem befolyásolják életünket, nem tesznek mássá, elviselhető, elmúló jelek. Jelek az életünkből, ad hoc emlékek.

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