Az általános nyálverésre, amitől azt hittem, szociábilisabbnak tűnök majd, csak annyit válaszolt: "próbáljuk meg." nem, talán pont nem is volt a mondat végén ( Read more... )

We had a kind of weird and childish psychology test on Monday: two different groups, five small essays, 30 minutes time. Is J. mentally sane? How could she ever think film students would arrive on time and work silently and diligently on their own tests? The practical task was a mess, too: not everyone had a movie chosen, not everyone's could be ( Read more... )

What did I promise you? That I'll be back on Sunday, ha.
Okay, I'm waiting for this little pupil of mine to arrive, and am not working on anything, but. I just stopped proofreading the new Wong Kar Wai issue of Metropolis to read the news and do whatever, and came across this:

"Az 1949 előtti Kínát felidéző Szerelemre hangolva című 2000-es filmje ( Read more... )

Still tired, and getting desperate [not in the Housewives sense of the word, thank G~d]. Today was spent with going on errands and repeatedly bumping into people. How come that the week before Xmas the city's population doubles in a second ( Read more... )

Or whatever. I don't even know, and am very indecisive on the matter, which language to use with the different people. So I combine German and English, my very basic Italian, and am having tremendous fun ( Read more... )

The past is past. Bygone, and should be long ago forgotten. Dwelling on it brings no joy - the wise man remarked. There's no wisdom. Sometimes it happens that one can't let it go, that it erupts from that somewhere ( Read more... )

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Just a bit more, if you can still stand my whining. It just happened that I looked into the mirror and found out that I'm not a witty enough Hungarian. A question now: if I had some time, would you, Dear Reader would like to know more about the place I occasionally visit? Like, the hospitals, the restaurants, the cafés, the shops? I'm planning to ( Read more... )

...is what I'm doing these days. It takes hours for me to get dressed, to get ready for the city. And it's tiring indeed. By the end of my pretty preparations I feel so exhausted I could easily skip doing what I planned to. I'm just sitting on the bed, thinking about how I should move my fat ass toward the bus stop. Finally, I'm doing it. Because I ( Read more... )

Still working on it. Still, still, still. *yawn* It's getting boring even for myself. Explaining what gothic is...not a fine thing, but they simply don't know [I assume they don't even understand the majority of puns in Burton's ouevre]. This is Hungary after all. Where you put 3 exact footnotes after your brainy essay and are considered a leading ( Read more... )