A quote from another student's blog

    "It's a bit odd if you don't know what the shoes that you wear represent." (Brigitta Makk - letmetellmystories, Expression, fashion, passion, 28/02/11, http://www.letmetellmystories.blogspot.com)

     I really was thinking about this statement for a long time. I'm not quite sure, that people really know what they shoes represent, but I'm certain about how there can be many people described by their shoes. Ever since I read this article, I've been looking around checking people's shoes. I was doing some kind of an observation. Based only on my own opinion, let me share my favorite categories of foot-ware :
- Brown, ladder or ladder-like, laid back shoes with the strings lazily hanging: at the university I saw most of these. The owners were as laid back as their shoes, comfortably walking around in a pair of comfortable shoes, in their comfortable work.
- Many kinds of higher than high heels: Many girls picked these for coming to the university. I saw no sing of comfort, but confidence. These shoes helped their posture, straigtened their backs and lenghtened their legs. These positive effencts only happened if they were aware of the right usage of these pretty pieces of footware. Sometimes though some fell to the whaggy swamp of loosing balance. Careful ladies!
- Ballerina foot-gears: Primarly I saw those with pretty-coloured, sometimes flower-patterened clothes or extra tight jeans. Those seemed really comfy too, ecept for some toes in pain from the owner's shoes being new. People were comfortably walking around in them.
- Sneakers: Somehow I feel like the status of the shoes was mostly directly proportional to the other pieces of clothing. Old, used sneekers, punk-stuff, new, shiny sneekers, fashion stuff.

    There are obviously a dozen of other types of shoes, and I might be wrong about the shoe-personality relation. Based on Brigi's statement, this is my opinion about this weird connection, but I would rather say that shoes represent us, but in the majorty of time it's something unconcious. We don't buy shoes to be represented, but rather we buy it by our own special taste, and that's exactly what represents our personality and mirrors in our style.

The typewriter

My 20 titles for this picture would be the following:
1. Where thoughts end and words begin
2. A machine still vivifying balnk paper
3. Letter monster
4. Joe's top secret source of letters
5. The old-fashioned
6. There was life before Microsoft Office
7. Keys of thoughts
8. Where the life of a novel begins
9. The fountaion of wisdom and fatuity
10. Pandora's box
11. The way Bukowski liked it
12. The responsibility of the letter-combinations
13. Striking thoughts
14. I don't mind my pen running out of ink anymore
15. Back to the 80's - the boost of the typewriter and Knight Rider
16. The piano of words
17.Womb of words
18. Genesis in a box 
19. Mother of pearls
20. Chaos Enceased

Youtube's new campaign

  

   Youtube has started a very different campaign from the ones earlier, for filtering the violations against copyrights. I've only found out about this a few days ago and got interested, so I widened my knowledge on the topic. It turns out, that the user, who violates the law, is obligated to watch a video and fill out a survey. The video is 5 minutes long, featuring the caracters of the Happy Tree Friends cartoons. These short pieces are about the consequences of the violations. New videos can only be uploaded after sitting through the movie and filling out the survey. The uploaded and illegal video is deleted, and if the crime is returning, Youtube bans the user.

   The website's aim is to decrease the number of violating videos being uploaded.

                                                     What do you think?

H

He was obviously a foreigner. As I walked in the local convenient store, I saw the old lady hand-miming, and speaking Hungarian louder and louder. She tried to explain him something, and he looked more and more confused, so I thought I’d step in and help. Even though I couldn’t , because he was searching for something that could not be found in any Hungarian store, we started talking. And we talked for over an hour. It turned out that he was from Kurdistan but Sweden at the same time, and also that he studied medicine here at the University of Pecs. 

He was such a mystery, that I wanted to get to know him better, so I asked him if I could do an interview with him. He agreed and that’s what brought us together on a mid-April evening in Paulus.

            F: How are you tonight?

H: Cool. :)

            F: Tell me please, how does your ethnic background affecting your current living situation?
H: I was born in Kurdistan and my family travelled a lot, I spent a long time in Dubai and France, so I was a little traveler. I moved to Sweden when I was 17. I was hoping that I could make use of my cultural competence in way of getting to know people, making friends and adapting to a new life. This works here in Pecs, Hungary too.

            F: How do you find Hungary?

H: -I first saw Budapest and the impression I had was through the hotel I stayed in there, (I booked it before my arrival). I found the whole environment really creepy, which made me reconsider my decision of picking Hungary to study in. Most people come to Hungary because they already have friends studying here, but I didn’t know anybody at the time, but my applications were filled, so I thought I’ll live with it and see how it turns out.  I saw many people living out on the streets,  trash around, broken sidewalks and graffiti paintings on the walls and I really was concerned. I was regretting coming here.  The next thing I remember is the train station when I arrived to Pecs. It was unwelcoming. I was not even sure that it actually was the city I had to come to. Even though I was a bit crept out, I still was excited about new people and a new country. I tried to get to know as much as I could about the city. The school has already started when I arrived, so I had to catch up and get to know as much about the school as I could. I asked some students that I met about their opinion on studying here, and all I heard was complains about how hard the school was. That made me quite happy; because I was looking for a good education system which I believe should be tough.  The first thing that started to brighten up the picture I was having about Hungary was Pecs itself. It was so colorful, rich in culture and I could sense a lot of history in it. I got to know people around here; I met people from Sweden which I never knew I’d find here.  We discovered the city together, and the more I got to know, the more comfortable I felt around. I started to like Pecs, how the city was so alive all the time. I could feel that there was a very well developed charisma that the city had.  

            F: How do you feel about Hungarians?

H: In my opinion there are a lot of different social classes and people are really different from each other, and you can’t judge all Hungarians together. I meet people, who impress me over how many languages they speak, but on the other hand I got to see how ignorant people can be not even to us, foreign people, but even to each other.  In my experience though, Hungarians got a lot of potentials to show up in a better way than the way people know Hungarians for.

            F: Do you like Hungarian food?

H: It´s quite similar to the middle-eastern food. I really like it, my favorite is gulyas soup.

            F: Do you have a hobby?

H: My hobby is music, learning to play new instruments.

            F: Do you keep this hobby in Hungary too?

H: I do. I play in a society, called PMS (Pecs Music Society) and I do represent Kurdistan every international evening. There is only one person representing my country, and it turns out to be me. :) I play some instruments, such as guitar, saz (a Kurdish instrument), the harmonica, and the violin. Music has helped me to make some friends here, who shared the same interest as I do. Even though sometimes we didn’t speak the same language, music was something so international, that it built a bridge between cultures.

            F: What do you miss the most about Sweden?

H: I don’t really miss a lot of things, except for my friends and family. I feel like the more time I spend here is the more I get used to my life in Hungary, which is not new anymore.  I started feeling more free than in my home country. Sweden is very nice, but can be a bit boring, all the cities look alike, and you also notice that people are about the same. There are not that many different social classes. Hungary is really colorful and diverse.

            F: Are you intending to work in Hungary after getting your degree?

H: I’m not sure yet. You never know what the future brings.

            F: Thank you very much!

H: My pleasure. :)

Grass. Lemon Grass.

     He was just freshly handsome. He was wearing a light green suit with yellow hem. He wasn't that tall, but he was quite reasonable of a height of his kind. I found something extremely exotic and exciting in him.
     He smelled really good. His scent reminded me of the lemony Sundays back in the time, spent at my grandma's, drinking lemonade.
     We met at a picknick in the Punctuation Park on a mid-March day in 2011. The moment I beheld his attractive self was the moment of realisation: love at first sight.
      I wasn't quite happy with the pink pants he was wearing under his green coat, but I could forgive him easily, because he was so charming.
     His name was Lemon. Lemon Grass. What a lovely name from such a plantleman. He must have derived from a healthy and wealthy soil. Plantae. That was the country. His family went by the name Lamiaceae, but he didn't apprechiate people generalizing him with his notorius family, so he just used this fresh and breathtaking name, Lemon. Unfortunately we didn't have more than an hour and a half to spend together, but I have seen him several times around ever since, and I can't wait to see his magnetive... in fact seductive looks that caught my eye on that mid-March day again...

Loss

Have you ever felt like a real 'loser'? Don't get me wrong. Not in a sense that you probably would think of it. I really feel like a loser right now, since important things and important people just happened to leave my life at the same time. It hurts. It's not the sort of pain a person can take alone. But what happens if all the people you would have shared your loss with are lost? What if you feel alone in a word of seven billion? I really hope, that Daniel Merryweather and Adele were right in their song 'Water and flame' (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ShO6KKaEoZQ) when they sang: 'I know this sorrow and this pain is gonna' go away'.

Is everything really ment to change?

Raindrops everywhere

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9tio-YWTBHo

This morning this song got another title, it's not 'It's raining men' anymore, but 'It's raining, maaaaaan. :('

I love summer rains, when I just run and dance with the warm raindrops on my skin, but this wintery, yucky, mucilaginous weather makes me sort of sad. It is so gloomy out there... The only thing I'd do now is just hiding under covers staying dry and warm, while the rain is falling on my window pane.

But class is waiting for me. Umbrellas up! :)

My favourite picture

 It must have been a year ago now, when we took a trip to Mór, Hungary. Our aim was to find something so oddly beautiful, that our German friends, who came for their annual visit, had never seen before.

 Throughout the years a tradition had formed, which involved us (parents and a bunch of kids), our homelands, 'ooooh'-s and 'aaaaah'-s, amazing sights and the spirit of competition. Both families tried their best, and even beyond that to prove, that their country was just slightly (= a lot) better. 

 I was bored with this juvenile game, so I started playing around with my father's camera as we walked through the huge, rustic gate of the castle of Mór, entering the breath-taking garden. It wasn't new to me at all, so ignoring the "wow"-s and "oooooh"-s and "aaaaaah"-s, leaving the group I started discovering the hidden tiny yard behind the building. 

 That is where I found him, Angelface, as I like to refer to the statue of the little, up-side-down beauty. It was the odd mixture of a fountain and a really sad figure. I took this close shot, because this sad, motionless face caught my eyes. There was something supernatural to me in the whole piece of art, that radiated gloom. It was all very detailed, every little inch was perfectly formed, and that made it look so alive, that it scared me for a moment. The years though, have done their aging on it's surface, but still to me this little figure was something else.

 I happen to visit him quite often eversince. I've changed a lot since we first met, but he remains the same.

This is my favourite picture.