I'm back!

Yep, the past ten days have been really busy, I hardly had time to sleep, let alone write. But I'm trying to catch up, these four days off are coming in handy.
I have so much to tell you. Last weekend we had the Critical Mass, that was a blast, my first time, and certainly not the last!
Then Claudia, my friend from Rome came to visit and thanks to her I met Vanessa and some other people as well.
Work is crazy, and that's good. The next three weeks are going to be incredible. Three commercials to shoot, in one of them I will even appear. Yes, my fifteen minutes of fame. And you have no idea. Let me just tell you, from now on you can call me Mia Wallace. No, no drugs involved, I'm talking about the other scene.
That's all for now, I biked so much today (catsitting) and doing housework (I hate it) that I can hardly move.
Oh, a little gift. More pictures will follow. This time, three girls from Rome (well, I ain't really, but I felt like it). From left to right, Vanessa, Claudia and myself. I had a long day, I couldn't keep my eyes open... :)

Welcome to my limbo

Interesting days, to say the least. So many things have happened, I don't even know where to begin. Obviously, I won't tell you everything. Those few who know me are up to date with my life.
I've asked for a sign and I got it. Them. Well, perhaps a little too many. It is true then, watch what you ask for, because you will get it. Them.
Something happened two days ago, the universe decided to turn my life upside down. I wasn't prepared for so much and still don't know how I will handle it. I guess nature will find its way. And once again I find myself thinking about a solution when I already know that all will settle down and I won't have to make any choices. But I have a compulsion for developing B-plans. I should stop, very few times I have been in need for one.
Good thing is, Claudia is here in town. I haven't seen her for two years, but it's like we just met yesterday. We've had a couple of really fun nights, oh boy, the stories... and she'll be here until next Wednesday. We're planning something crazy for the last night, I don't know where I will find the energy, but I will. A promise is a promise, right? And then, next time it will have to be Rome. I already picture myself sitting on the Spanish Steps all day long, eating ice cream and enjoying the moment.
Tomorrow is Critical Mass day, and then a fun evening with... you really don't wanna know. We're just two crazy girls, and I'm loving it! Or perhaps I should say three, Vanessa is quite something too. Oh boy, that cigarette story... and the guitar player, and... no, it's enough :)
Today was nice, well, not really, but it started so. Out of the city, enjoying the sun, the food, the wine, the conversation. But then somehow hell started to break loose, it always does. I'm getting used to it. It's exhausting. It feels like I don't really have control over things, or maybe it just takes a long time. Too long.
Jesus, Blade 2 on TV, the usual scene of all the good guys walking in slo-mo. Is any one ever gonna make a decent vampire movie?
And speaking about hell breaking loose, next week is gonna be even worse. I mean, a lot of work, which is good, but no meeting with the scifi clan, which is bad. Shame, I was looking forward to it. Long night with Claudia on Tuesday, her last night in Budapest, I'm gonna be on minimal life support in Wednesday, but you do need this experience once in a while.
One wish, though. I wanna have one conversation that doesn't end in us not comprehending each other. Is it too much to ask for? Perhaps it is. Guess we're on different planets right now. But we have to find a way, there's so much at stake, with a little help.
Come on guys, just show me all those stars! Those big bright...

Quick update for today

Red top, yellow bike, that's me. Don't hit me :)

Sex on the island

Beautiful day today, very little to do at work, so I decided to take my bike and go to the island (Margit sziget, for those of you who are familiar with Budapest. If you're not, come and visit!). I make a quick stop to the office just to say hi to the girls and the office cat and I'm off.
All this biking in the city is quite new to me, I need to get used to it. I felt saver in Oslo, when I was living there, but a couple more days and I'll be fine. Taxi drivers come awfully close to you here. Anyway, I'm almost there, I'm biking on the bridge when a car passes me and honks. Damn! He scared me, so I retort in an international way, which means I give him the finger. I know, it's not nice, but did you really have to scare me? Then I start shouting all sorts of things and a guy walking on the bridge starts smiling and he says: You go girl, just tell him! I mean, you drivers must accept us. Why do you have to be aggressive? Or was it because you liked me? Let me tell you this, the reason I wear a tiny top is because it's a hot day and I get better noticed, so that you avoid hitting me. Be assured, if I want you to hit (on) me, I have all sorts of ways for letting you know. And those do not include dressing up as a crazy green activist going around on a yellow bike to try and save the planet (here we go again, with my compulsion...).
So, I safely get to my favourite spot, next to the big old tree, I lay down my blanket, get my book from my bag and start reading. Would start, if my thoughts weren't distracting me. You know, it's spring, my head is filled with stuff about guys and relationships and sex and so on. After all I'm a healthy girl :) Thank God the book is really good, plus it has a picture of Viggo on the cover, so that brings me back to reality (I guess I'll just never grow out of developing a crash on a handsome actor. Well, it's not really the actor, it's the character, the archetype of a real man, and believe me, there aren't many real man walking around any more, but that's an entirely different topic).
After some time a young guy comes up to me (what a surprise) and asks me if I can watch his stuff while he goes and fetches some water. Of course, no problem. Than he comes back and comes up to me again and asks if he can join me and have a chat.
Now, I don't know why, but I just can't say no in a similar occasion. And I had a good book with me, but what the hack. So we chat, the usual stuff, nothing major. He's cute, nice upper body, but looks terribly, terribly young. Hey, you could say, it's just a chat, right? Right, but... you know me, my mind sometimes has a life of its own.
Turns out he's 25. Oh boy, I knew it. Luckily after a while he says good bye without asking for my phone number. Of course he asked if I would usually go to the same place, yes, and if I would be there again this week. Don't know, depends on work.
I get back to my book but I do overhear the conversation of two guys playing frisbee. They talk about holidays and how difficult it is with their girlfriends. That next time they should just go away with an "alternative" girl who is not afraid of spending the night in a tent.
OK, I had to put down the book and think this over. Why does this thing have to be so difficult? Why can't you guys find a girl who has the same interests and attitude towards life as you? Why do you always, and I mean always, prefer the stupid, hysterical b...es? What do they have to offer that is sooooo appealing? And then you just complain about them and go off on holiday with your friends. When will you understand that you can get both: a girl that is fun to be with, that you can share the good stuff with (you know what I mean) and that can be a real partner? Maybe I'm too idealistic, but I am convinced it is possible. Not that I have had the chance to try it either...
Anyway, it was a good day today, I was even told I look cute with my helmet on (köszi, Colos! Köszi is thanks in Hungarian and it's pronounced koesee). Picture will follow soon.
Do always wear a helmet. I know it ruins your hair, but give your life a chance!

Changes

I need changes. I want changes! So, after the haircut I got last week (which has strongly affected some people around me, huu, it wasn't pleasant) I decided to give a new look to the blog as well. Not that I don't like green, but it was getting a little boring.
I've been doing some exercise lately, push-ups and cycling in the weekend. Now that the weather is beautiful and my tyres aren't flat any more, I'll use my bike to get around in the city. Plus, Critical Mass next Sat, this time I'll join.
I also want to put down that bloody cigarette, which I have been promising myself for a long time now, and use something else than the bottles to fight my demons...
Good news this week: a friend from Italy is coming to Budapest! Haven't seen her for a while, it'll be great to talk and show her the new places in town. She's coming with a friend, so it'll be three beautiful girls on the town. Beware, Budapest, don't say you haven't been warned! It'll be like old times :)
And, whatever happens, I will go see Sunshine this week. Then, after I finish the book, Alatriste as well. Viggo, hmm :) He should be shooting more films, just for me. Will you, please?
Speaking of shooting, I hope new projects are just around the corner. It's almost been a month now, so people? What are we waiting for? Let's do it!
Gotta go, my bike is waiting. Have fun today!

Sunshine

I swear, I have never been to that website, no matter what my computer says. And it says I have, but I don't believe it. Something is wrong... Skynet?
Anyway, I will go see Sunshine, I think Danny Boyle is a great director, and Cillian is a very good actor, to say the least. But that's not the point.
Not having seen the movie the music is definitely the most awesome part of it. Only seeing the trailer gives me goosebumps.
I still have problems with the reigniting the sun part of it, and I am very, very far from understanding it all. I am not a scientist and I do love scifi, but...
But fine, I believe I will get an explanation, for better or worse. Hey, I have accepted Contact, I might as well accept Sunshine.
The music, man, the music. And that line. Every day, when I wake up and look out of the window, I think about it. You've made it.
Do you guys remember what I said about saving the world? Is this movie not asking the same question?
Maybe, I'll have to see it. Next week, we'll find the time.
Meanwhile, on a funny note, today I accidentally phoned the Highlander's girlfriend.
What were the odds?
Now, I know what I said about not writing for some time, but you know me, can't keep no promises, having problems with commitment.
"So, if you wake up one morning and it's a particularly beautiful day, you'll know we made it."
Another thing. Robert Capa, Cillian's role, he was a photographer of Hungarian origin. Coincidence?

Friday the 13th

One of my very best friends made me promise not to write anything tonight. And I guess she meant it for a couple of days.
Apparently I cannot keep myself from writing.
Anyway, as you have guessed, it's hard for me to keep promises.
Good news is the campaign is doing unbelievably well.
Bad news is... did you really think I was gonna tell you?
So, that's it for a while. I need to recover from my life.
Don't worry, it'll take less than I think...
"No need for nervousness, it's just a little turbulence"
Nightie night Jason!

A moment of sadness...

Amongst all this joy and happiness we shall not forget about those, who are not with us anymore.
Let us observe a minute of silence for Kurt Vonnegut.
...
We love your novels and will keep reading them as long as we can.
R.I.P. Kurt!

Life is schön :)

Ennek örömére ma magyarul!
Hát még mindig nem térek magamhoz... ez egyszerűen hihetetlenül, felfoghatatlanul, elképzelhetetlenül, elmondhatatlanul fantasztikus!!!!!!!!!!
Ma délelőtt ötvenvalahányezer letöltés volt. Aztán délután hazatérek némi csípős csirkeszárnnyal és káposztasalátával felszerelkezve, hogy most jól megnézem a T2-t, persze előtte lefutom a szokásos köröket a neten. Átöltözöm, kényelmes szürke jóganaci, üde zöld tehénpásztorlányos felső, ami mindig leomlik a vállamról (ez néha nem is akkora hátrány...), ledobom habtestem a bevetetlen ágyra csirkeszárnnyal és salátával felfegyverkezve (tudom, undorító szokás ágyban enni, de többek között ez az előnye a szinglilétnek), laptop az ölemben, tűzrókát elindítom és rákattintok az ominózus oldalra. Nem hiszek a szememnek: 82.000 pár száz letöltés. Pislogok kettőt, közelebb hajolok a monitorhoz, virtuálisan megdörzsölöm a kontaktlencsémet, de a szám még mindig annyi. Hogy az a... mi van? Pár óra alatt annyi, mint pár nap alatt??? Frissítek és még egy ezrest rádob a számláló. Ezt nem hiszem el. Hívom a fiúkat, hogy tőlem tudják meg a jó hírt, mindkettejük válasza (és megpróbálom szó szerint idézni): Mennyi??????????
Na jó, mondom, magamhoz térek, elkezdem nézni a filmet. Linda éppen nekiront a dilidokinak, a fia motorozgat, Svarci akcióba lendül, de nekem nincs több türelmem. Elszívok egy cigit (holnaptól semmi!) és vissza tűzrókához. Este akartam megnézni, nagy optimistán, hogy majd jó 90.000 lesz, oszt... 89.306.
Hát, mit mondjak, szóhoz se jutok, és ez nálam naaaaagggggyyyyoon ritka. Most frissitek, pillanat: ba...meg, 91.049. Mi van ma a városban? Talán a meleg miatt történt?
Akármi is legyen, megfogalmazhatatlanul örülök. Mi több, boldog vagyok! Emlékszem a február végi bejegyzésemre, ahol azt írom, hogy kezdődik egy új projekt és elég viccesnek tűnik. Halvány hupilila gőzöm se volt akkor még.
Fiúk, ti tudtok valamit! Pedig egész rendes, hétköznapi srácoknak tűntök... első blikkre. No persze az első blikkel mindig problémáim voltak :)
Szóval, derekas férfimunka volt, örülök, hogy részese lehettem. Persze ti tudtátok, hogy lehet rám számítani, ilyen jó kávét senki se főz :) És remélem még fogok.
Isten, vagy akármi, adja, hogy sok ilyen lehetőségetek legyen. Lesz. Érzem. Valami megmozdult a világban. Elindultunk felfelé...
[(s)he's beginning to believe...]
Fergeteges, egyszerűen fergeteges. Valaki kapcsoljon már ki, nem bírom abbahagyni az ujjongást!
Ezt hamarosan meg kell ünnepelnünk, és az csúnya lesz, garantálom. Jövök nektek egy pizzával! És ígérem, egy teljes héten át nem fogok hisztizni!
Asszem elhasználtam a felkiáltójeleimet. Várjunk csak! Nem, még volt egy :)
93.961 and counting...
Na jó, someone please pull the plug! (ó, most ment el a dugifelkiáltójel)...
94.127.
Eltelt egy fél óra, körbetelefonáltunk mindenkivel, 103.062.
Komolyan, valaki állítson már le!!! Juj, visszajöttek a felkiáltójelek. Köszi, akárki is töltötte fel a kártyámat :)
Alex, nemtom ki fizeti a pezsgőt, de én q sokat fogok inni belőle!!!
(beragadt a shiftnégy).
Ok, akkor most mindenki vegye úgy, hogy reggelig ugyanezt írom le még nagyon soxor.
Őrület. Kiba...tt őrület. Ilyen nincs. De van, szerencsére.
Megnézem a híradót, az se tud most letörni!
És ez csak az első film volt...
Kozmikus tsók mindenkinek :)
Na ilyen lehet egy amerikai elnökválasztást egyenesben megélni, számolni a szavazatokat és ujjongani...
Unless I miss my guess, we're in for one wild night!!!!!!!!!!!!!
104.549...
Vazzzzzeeeee, az erő velünk van!!!!!!
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U.I. 00.39 zulu time (sose értettem mi az). Most már tényleg alszom.
141.021

Let's make this really interactive!

From the feedback I get, and that is not necessarily visible in this blog, I can see that some of you out there do read me on quite a regular basis. And since I really wanna know your opinion about the stuff I write, I thought of involving you in a little quiz game. I do expect answers. In the form of comments. Oh come on, just this once! Don't make me beg you...
So, here it comes. Let's say you have recently developed a taste for a particular cake. It's filled with delicious fruit, chocolate chips, and has whipped cream on top. (OK, don't be square. If you don't like sweets, just imagine a cheeseburger, a slice of pizza, sushi or anything you love to eat. Comprende?)
You go to the shop every day, you buy it, bring it home and eat it. Should the shop close for holidays, you simply get hysterical. After a month or so you start having problems. The cake tastes sooo good, you just can't help yourself, but it contains too many carbs. The more cake you eat, the sicker you get. But you don't care, just can't get enough of it. So, there comes a point when even the cake salesman doesn't wanna sell it to you any more. He says he knows it will make you sick. Then you say you know that, but you don't care, you're a big girl and you can handle it.
This conversation with the cake salesman is becoming repetitive and after a week or so you realize it is quite boring and you'd rather do without it, but you just cannot live without your cake. The situation gets desperate and you know you must take a decision, otherwise you'll get so depressed that you'll end up drinking and eating a lot every night for compensating your need and consequently become really sick and prematurely head for the grave.
So, now that we all understand the premises, let me give you the multiple choice answers (the answers are really single choice, the questions are multiple choice, but just bear with me, I like the word...)
A. Keep buying the cake despite the reluctance of the cake salesman. You'll have to talk to him a lot every day in order to convince him of selling it to you, but you'll eventually end up with your daily portion. (tiring, but could be working, just be patient, my young Jedi...)
B. Become really strong and give up your cake eating habit. (deep down you know this will never work... but good luck trying! Perhaps after a while the cake salesman will run after you)
C. C for compensate! Look into the mirror and realize how fat you've become. Give up the cake now and start exercising! (yeah, like that's likely to happen... but if it works, it's better than drinking)
D. Move to another planet/solar system/galaxy (Anybody wanna give me a ride? Or teleport me? Don't panic, I have a towel with me!)
E. Find another dish you like and start eating that one (could be just as unhealthy as the cake or healthier but totally tasteless)
F. Start seeing a shrink and take medication for the rest of your life (This will probably reset the chemical balance in your body, and you'll become a zombie. Which means, you could eventually get work in the ever flourishing B-movie business!)
G. Kill the cake salesman, get the recipe and start making the cake yourself (this doesn't make any sense whatsoever. Or does it?)
H. Start writing a blog as a therapy. Eventually, somebody will end up reading it... (well, you are :))
OK, these are all the possible answers I could think of. If you have any more options, please feel free to add them to mine.
And as an incentive, I am hereby offering a copy of my perhaps soon to be published novel! Just keep your fingers crossed.
So, read, think and surprise me with an answer. Why? 'cause I'm asking you to...
NOTE: In case any of you should think the cake eating is a metaphor for something else, well... maybe or maybe not.

Trapped

She was watching a horror flick, the second one in two days. Well, in fact this one wasn't really a horror flick, it was more of a post-apocalyptic scifi, with infected people walking the earth and preventing the very few left from surviving. The previous one was a zombie movie, a classic, and she had spent all two hours of it giving loud instructions to the main characters on what door not to open and which way to run. She had fun, getting a break from life.
So, the survivors were doing their job, trying to stay alive, and the infected people were screaming at them with high-pitched voices and glowing red eyes. Low budget movie, she thought, and extremely well written. The director must be a total freak, otherwise the film wouldn't have been so good.
Suddenly, obviously at one of the most thrilling scenes, she heard a loud noise. It didn't come from the TV. It sounded like it came from her kitchen.
She did what she thought was the proper thing to do in a similar occasion. She reached for the remote, paused the movie, got up from the couch, took a few steps barefoot (yeah, like that's a good idea if someone is attacking you, so that you'll have to run from them without your shoes on...) and looked for something to grab. Unfortunately she didn't keep any real weapons at home, and in the absence of a baseball bat, a sword or a heavy marble statue, she grabbed the one thing she saw could serve the purpose: an empty wine bottle she had painted years ago.
Hm, she thought, that will scare them away. Or perhaps make them drop dead from laughter.
Anyway, armed and looking dangerous in her tiny red top and grey yoga pants, she cautiously walked toward the source of the noise. After about four or five steps, as the apartment she was renting wasn't that large, she got into the kitchen and looked for the monster.
Even she didn't at first understand why she was looking at the window. Her instincts, it must have been her better than average instincts. What she had in fact realized was that the "monster" was nothing else but one of the small wooden bunnies she had attached to the window seal with scotch tape as part of the Easter decoration. The scotch tape had obviously let go of the bunny and that had caused the noise.
Well done, Sherlock, she thought to herself. No mortal battle with imaginary monsters this time. Damn! She could have used a good fight... Well, maybe next time.
So she went back to the living room, put the bottle on top of the cupboard, where it belonged, sat back on the couch and finished watching the movie.
Which was mighty good, by the way. Thanks, Danny Boyle! And Cillian! Loved the shower scene :) Looking forward to Sunshine...
NOTE: any similarities to real people or events are not a coincidence. All of this happened as described above.

It was a dark night

Darker than she had ever hoped for. She went out into the garden, looked up at the sky and all the stars. There were many. Orion, Cassiopeia, Ursa Major... All of them. She even saw a satellite. It must have been military, it was moving too fast.
She lifted her arms alongside her body, tilted her head backwards, hoping for a sign. She got some, but wasn't sure whether they were real.
He was chopping wood, for the house was too cold. She watched him doing it and thought about a movie, in which the whole house was made of ice.
As they went inside, he began to play the guitar. No song in particular, just some random tunes. She listened to the music and enjoyed it. She wasn't thinking, and was happy about it.
She kept seeing shadows outside the window, though, and was getting scared, but said nothing.
Suddenly he started talking about vampires. How could she write a book about them and not believe?
She looked at him bewildered.
He looked back, with empty eyes. After a couple of minutes of silence he said he was one of them. He said that was the reason why he didn't want to be alone in the house with her. Because he didn't want to hurt her. But he was getting hungry...
She laughed, nervously. She looked at him, trying to figure out whether he was joking. He didn't blink.
For a couple of really long minutes she believed what he said.
After all it was midnight and she was alone in a house in the middle of nowhere with a man she barely knew. He might as well have been a vampire.
She said she hoped it wouldn't hurt. He said someone said it did, someone said it didn't.
She was lying in bed next to him, and was beginning to hear noises. She got scared and told him so.
He said they were coming...
She was paralysed by her fear, looking at him in the dark. Suddenly he turned around, his face transformed into something she could hardly recognise.
A flash of light and... and she saw them all. All the demons that were after her. She saw his face like never before.
It was all clear, the whys and the hows. She had no more questions, so she smiled.
Finally, she embraced her life, past, present and future.

A day off...my life!

Yep, I'm taking a day off my life tomorrow. No emails, no computers, no phone (well, of course it'll be with me, but far, far away). No city, no sirens, no noise.
So, I know it's a little early, but I want to wish y'all a very Happy Easter :)
(this is from our office, Vica, pronounced Veetza, is the office cat, or bunny in this case).
Eat a lot, drink some, and please go outdoors! Feel the sun on your skin, look at the blue sky and walk barefoot in the grass!

Africa, at last!

Yes, the whole planet has been covered. (Technically there is still Antarctica, though...). This morning I had a visitor from Casablanca! Hm, now, do I believe in coincidences? Or is it pure synchronicity?
Life's finally getting back on the right track. New perspective at work, Easter and some more holidays around the corner (in the office we're working on a postcard and are trying to have the office cat behave like a bunny. It's not easy, but it will work eventually. The other option is me dressed as a bunny, and that's not going to happen...)
And maybe, just maybe my novel will be read within a few days. I need y'all to keep your fingers crossed for me.
Viggo speaks fluent Spanish. He's soooo... I don't need to finish the sentence, right?
Crazy transmission ends here, gotta go and do some work.
Don't forget, the question is still open, the one about saving the world...

Good morning, Dave!

Click on the title. Go ahead. Don't be scared, it won't hurt :)

And I think the guy talking is the actor from Lost...

Save the world...?

I was out with friends last night, my little scifi clan, and the conversation escalated to a point where the question could no longer be ignored. Once again I was explained why you cannot board an alien mother ship and put a virus into its system through a Macintosh laptop. Ok, ok, I'm getting it, still, I like the thought of it :)
Anyway, here it comes. Imagine an end of the world scenario, quite similar to ID 4 in fact, in which you could make a difference. No, forget the laptop, I give you freedom to choose your own weapons. So, the world is ending because of aliens, asteroids, giant snakes, whatever, and there is very little time to do anything. Yet, there is some. No guarantee you would succeed, you could even die trying.
Would you go out there and save the world? The life of billions of people and the planet?
Or would you just sit back and wait for death spending the last hours with your girlfriend/boyfriend?

Apologies, Sam!

I am sooo sorry I have misquoted you. Here is the real thing:

"Well, that's good news - snakes on crack"

Won't happen again, I promise :)

And for you guys, just in case you've missed it:

http://www.meg-mindig-faj-ahogy-elmentel.com

Enjoy. Or not. Whatever (as usual).

That's great news... snakes on crack

No, the title has nothing to do with the link I wanna share with you. It just so happened that today I saw "Snakes on a plan" with Samuel L. Jackson and I loved this line. In fact all the lines he says, he is a genius of an actor.
But this is not what we wanna talk about now. What we want, I mean what I want to talk about now is the film. I've written about it for sometime now, keeping you all in the dark because that's what I was supposed to do. But now, now it's time to unveil the mystery and let you have a look at what I spent my days on the past few weeks.

http://videa.hu/main.php?page=play&v=4Xo92E116cUcthFu
http://www.freevlog.hu/video/4911.html

Please feel free to enjoy it and share it with your friends. And leave a comment, on either site, I'd really like to know what you think.