Labels: literature, movies

still fit in... almost.
Labels: Budapest

It all started with packing... probably this was the very first time I felt that packing got on my own nerves. Jeeez, it was hideous, I was packing all the presents, and clothes, and jogging suit, and this and that, and I hated it. Then getting to Arlanda, flight delayed with an hour due to bad weather in Munich, then transfer in Munich, delayed with another 1,5 hours, blabla.... this was still okay as I had my lovely-gorgeous macbook in my lap and that new dvd (The Last Kiss with Zach Braff from Scrubs and Garden Stat, OMG, OMG, Garden State soooo roxxx), and I also had Little Miss Sunshine on the HDD. So flying back took some 10 hors (door-to-door) and I was okay with it. 

The next day it was Christmas Eve, I managed to meet up with Tucsok, that was lovely, short but nice. Then back home, then to my great-grandma and family was on again. And I am just not a very nice great-grandchild or whatever, things bore me, and I.... yes, the problem is with me. Christmas Eve was fun, but I probably got too many presents to my little sis, what can i do... i travelled to too many places.

The next two days were spent with grandpas and grandma and cousin, etc. And that was when I found out that I do not fit. I just do not fit and I do not even want to. Being away for almost a year makes coming back home weird. Luckily, I got to sleep over W's place on the 26th and we talked, she just got back from NYC for about a month of skiing and they are gonna operate on her leg too. And feels like a sort of outsider too... Next morning I met up Loft, who was just catching a flight back to Germany, and we shared some outsider feelings over two mugs of tea, and some salted, roasted peanuts. Later on, shopping with my sis, back to W, and meeting up R and some of her friends at the Coffeeshop Company and, and, talking about her wanting to move back home from France.... but then again she moved away from home a long time ago, first to play at Harvard for i think 4 years, then she played in Sopron for another two, and now in Valenciennes. Hmmm.....

I wish I had a river I could skate away....

Yesterday was busy again, meeting with M from Sthlm and her elder sister was fun, just fun. I missed her, I really did.

And on the way home I exchanged a couple of sms's with H, as I finally had time to switch SIM cards. Yeah, one working mobile, two SIM cards problem. Ohboy...! Life's a mess.

And today I just sabotaged ice-skating, silly dogs sabotaged my jogging. I should leave soon to that Christmas party with my friends. I am just.... I dunno. Stupid.

Something I am looking forward to is having lunch with JerryLee tomorrow, I really do, and if all works out well I can get to have a glass of beer/wine with Pozsy.

And I do not like Budapest anymore.... okay, okay, I know it took me some time each and every time to fall for it yet again when I moved back, but right now I just do not have the time and energy to do that. I want to take a stroll downtown with my camera. Or maybe I don't.

H, I really do miss you. God, I am wining and miserable... pfff. I hate this, and I'll be over. Reading my 7 habits, eheh. Urgent-unimportant. Such a great mix.

I'm off....  

Labels: Budapest

Flying back home today, leaving the flat in half an hour, taking off from Arlanda at around noon, hop down in Munich and then finally landing in Ferihegy at half past four. And I think I really start to hate travelling with luggage... and presents. No, seriously, i have sooo much stuff. 

In case I have to move back to Bp in February/March, I have no idea how I will move my stuff. Ok, send it in a box eventually, I guess.

Trevlig helg! 

Labels: Budapest, Stockholm

meg hatul a konyharuha kolorkordinalt. haha, anyucival beszeltunk, nem is tudom, de szerintem tuti tobb mint masfel orat, szegenyt a zoruletbe kergettem mert szornyen rosszul birom az ajandekok titokban tartasat. peldaul azt szoktam jaccani h honapokkal elore mindnekinek megveszem a kariajijat, de nem birom nem odaadni es odaadom. es akkor az uccso pillanatban vehetek ujat.

iden az a mazlim h en Stockholmban vagyok mig ok nem - kozben vegre Telemann oboahangversenyt hallgatok, aaaah, azert hianyzik h nincs oboam, nem mintha nem vehetnek magamnak. bar most nem is tudom mennyibe kerul egy jo oboa. lehet h siman van mar egy milla.

"... tiruriiiip ana tanraruuurap... the ground beneath her feeieet..."

az az igazsagos helyzet h nekem kattra muxik a macbook webcameraja, ofcourse, anyunak meg nem. mer'az nem mac. sznob e vagyok. sznobburzsuj, vagy mit is szokott aranyostestu mondani, eheh. szal, vissza a temahoz, az h eeeeeen mutogatok neki vegig dolgokat o meg nem tehet ez ellen semmit. most a titoktartas vegett nem mondhatom el h mi mindent mutiztam meg, de azt mind. meg a piros kabatomat. talan majd eccer itt is, bar sztem tuti felraktam rola kepet anno mielott mentem ny-ba megvenni.

bebi.

most persze kupi van, mert mindent megmutattam. it's a hard knock life for us. dancin' in my wooden shoes, in a wedding gown. dancing thru the underground.... are you happy now, happy now? where do you go when you're lonely? where do you go when you're blue? cause sooner or later it's over... and i don't want the world to see me cause i don't think that they'd understand... the moon is gone i think i've crossed the Rubicon and i and i walk the streets of love. Tatatatatatadam tadada tadada hana hear me jazz i whisper all of you... pochi capive i jazz... sotte le stelle de jazz ma quanta note e passada.... abbraccia me.... learn to be shy and then you can stay... pour que l'amour me quitte amour en dormant j'ai reve....

bonsoir. budapest: T-3. puss o kram. 

Labels: module4, positivity, shes into fashion, Stockholm

Labels: swedish culture

Also known as Lucia buns, or Saffron Buns that they prepare for Saint Lucia's day - she is the saint for Light (luce in Italian means light, so it should come from Latin) - on 13 December, and when families get together on advent Sundays they usually consume this.

Here's the recipe:

300	ml milk
1	g saffron
50	g baker's yeast
150	g sugar
125	g butter or margarine
700	g all-purpose flour
1	egg
	salt
	raisins

1. Melt butter or margarine in a pan and add the milk and the saffron.
2. Warm the mixture to 37 oC (100 oF).
3. Use a thermometer; the correct temperature is important!
4. Pour the mixture over the finely divided yeast; then add the remaining ingredients (except for the egg and the raisins), which should have a temperature of 21-23 oC (72-75 oF).
5. Mix into a smooth dough.
6. Cover the dough with a piece of cloth and let it rise for 30 minutes.
7. Knead the dough, divide it into 25-30 pieces and form each piece into a round bun.
8. Let the buns rest for a few minutes, covered by a piece of cloth.
9. Form each bun into a string, 15-20 cm long, then arrange the string in a suitable shape, e.g. an S or double S. Regardless of the shape, the ends of the string should meet.
10. Press a few raisins into the dough.
11. Cover the"Lucia cats" with a piece of cloth and let them rise for 40 minutes.
12. Whip the egg together with a few grains of salt, and paint the"Lucia cats" with the mixture.
13. Bake them for 5-10 minutes in the oven at 250 oC (475 oF) until golden brownish yellow.

 

Labels: food, swedish culture

I can't believe that it is just a week until Christmas and my island should look like this: 

and there is no snow at all. Zip. Nada. So tell me, how am I supposed to be doing any cross-country skiiing like this?! Pff..... 

Labels: Stockholm, weather

Rachel: Well, y’know he lost his keys so he was looking for them…

Ross: (incredulous) In your mouth?!

Labels: movies

I was trying to make some order on my external hard drive and when doing so came across this great photo of me and Lucas from NYC. Laci took the photo with my camera and started fooling around, he made a great deal of >> tourist pics << of me and L, here is the one I love the most. I swear I did not cut it, eheh: 

I miss L. And 5th avenue is beautiful, eheh. Right in front of the big Appe cubicle. 

Labels: Lucas, NYC, state of mind

Of course life would be borin had it been simple, so I am thankful for yet another twist in it. No, seriously, I am annoyed indeed cause the job I was accepted for might not be available any longer - and not because someone else took it. So now I have to wait.

I don't want a lot for Christmas, eheh....

And I am sick, so probably should not go skating today afternoon. Hmm. And I have to think about the flamenco party tonight, too.

Ma pontosan tojaslevesre van szuksegem es az is lessssz! 

Labels: Stockholm

I got the job. Thx for aaaall the support! Especially, to my dear H who coached me for sooooo long.

=))) 

Labels: future, Stockholm

"Nobeldagen, 10 december, den dag då nobelprisen utdelas. Alfred Nobel avled denna dag 1896 i San Remo, Italien. Nobeldagen är allmän flaggdag i Sverige."

It's funny to write it down, but just down the street where I live, in the City Hall, people are currently having the Nobel Dinner. If you turn on TV4 (Swedish!) then you see them eating and there are anchors talking about a lot of stuff that I don't understand right now. But in a year I will!

So, as far as I understood, Nobeldagen (Nobel-day), 10 December, is the day when they give out the Nobel Prizes. This is a flag day in Sweden, and Alfred Nobel passed away on this day in 1896 in San Remo.

Ohh, and the royal family is there... the photo above is take from the inner court of Stadshagen. Now they are talking about the diamonds on the crown of crown Princess Victoria =)))) And when I passed by the building yesterday and the day before while jogging the HDTV crew was already there, and with Lisa we also saw some of the chefs =)))

Seriously, it's cool that the building I now live in was designed by the same architect as the City Hall =DD

 

UPDATE

Es hihtetlen, mert most oroszlanok balettoznak a nagy terem lepcsojen! De ugy latom megerkezett Pippi Longstockings is....! huuuuuu.....

Labels: swedish culture

"Through this fields of destruction distraction

Baptisms of fire..."

I should be studying Swedish cause we're having a text on Tue, but somehow I get distracted easily. Distraction plays a big role in my life these days, and I am not at all happy to accept that. But acceptance comes as a first step, a sort of prerequisite to facing it, solving the problem that is. Right? I know I am right.

To achieve my goals.... I have to set my goals first. Obvious. Then I have to clear my desk, cause otherwise it is not working. I remember our CTO's efficiency tip - just have one task on your desk at a time. So I have to do that to be able to focus on that. (Should see my desk now. I have my work laptop, on top of it it's the macbook that I am using right now. I have my external HDD, the pink inCase for the mac, my reflection diary, an empty plate that used to have some cabbage on it, Svenska utifran - my Swedish book, and some notes, tons of pens, another glass, so two in total, a pack of chewing gum, a pack of paper tissues, and 7 habits by Covey. Ohh and tons of post-its lying around) And then focus, solve, blabla.

Yeah, this is a time/efficiency-management brainwash I am doing voluntarily. DISTRACTION. I really made progress in not contacting J. Ohhh, I sucked at doing my usual jog today. I haven't done much sport lately, i.e. past two-three weeks, and it is high time I got back.  Sports are good, sports give you endorfine, you sleep well, feel well, work better. Rene Zellweger just said in an interview that she keeps her sane mind with going to the gym everyday. I wonder if she meant by not going crazy that not going crazy because of not having a boyf/partner. Khmmm.

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I fell in love with this bag about a month ago, and I I I.... it's gorgeus.

Longchamp Rodeo 

Labels: shes into fashion

Honyomi posted this video from one of my favourite movies, Before Sunset.

Lucas and I watched the first Before... movie, i.e. Before Sunrise together once on a light night in Helsinki. Then I left for home for Christmas, and he drove down in his Corsa, so we were to watch it in Budapest. However, there was no time for it, we were busy sightseeing and checking out Bence's concert. Well. We met for New Years last year, I had the movie, but you cannot fit everything in one day. Yet again, when I was in NYC about a month ago, we basically hang out together 24/7, and still no time for it.

So.... whenever, wherever. Stockholm, Berlin, New Orleans.

Labels: Lucas, movie

It went well. I enjoyed it. We'll see...
Labels: future, Stockholm

Yes, youtube is indeed addictive...
Labels: music, weather

most epp este 9kor 7 fok van, december 5-en. ahhh. elba*tak a telet.
Labels: Hungaroculture, music, Stockholm, weather

Es nekem megis furcsa ez a video... Wim Wenders filmje ugyebar, es Demjen Ferenc dala. Furi. [Kicsit olyan ez mint amikor egy mp3-ra ranyomnak vmi mas klippet, ami ritmusaban stimmel, de laccik h mast tatognak kozben a bacsik a videon. Vagy csak nekem? Mert Demjen gaz, de megis jo ez a szam, meg azert olyan mintha ot eves lennek, pedig otthon aztan tuti nem hallottam Demjent. Nalunk otthon nem volt Neoton Familia sem, ehh, talan ezert nem lettem club-hopper, vagy mittomen, lettem, csak olyan masfajta. Mondjuk furi, nekem a nagyszuleimnek volt Neoton Familia lemezuk. A TheLocal meg azt irta most, h akkor 2009-ben megnyilik itt az ABBA muzeum. Es tegnap volt az ABBA-rol egy film az SVTV-n. Es h lehet olyan szamot irni h Fernando, az legalabb annyira kerget ki a vilagbol mint a Boney M, es ugyanakkor meg ott van a Honey Honey amit anno Joanna-val meg Edvard-dal uvoltottunk a vietnami helyen. Aztaqrva, emlexel?]

 

Labels: Hungaroculture, movie