(b)Eat it

It's a pity that the picture is a bit blurred but the important things are clear enough. This was one of the best nights of my life.

My best friend came out to me during the World Cup (you know I'm not a football fan, but c'mon, it was the World Cup!) last summer, because we decided to watch one of the matches together. I filled the waterpipe and lit it, while Szasza opened a packet of salted chrisps and brought it in the room with some ice-cream and two tins of energy drink. I don't remember whether the match was exciting or not, but I don't even care. We had a great time and this is what really counts.

By the way the match was funny, but not because of the players. My dad was watching it on the computer in the room next to us, but the online commentary was a bit late - 2 or 3 seconds - compared to the TV. So when we were shouting like 'YEAAAAAHH, GOAAAAL!' then he shouted over to shup up, because there hadn't been any goal on his screen yet.

Be happy!

He is my favourite cousin from the small ones, if it’s possible to say this. (I don’t want to be unethical.) Ah stupid.. I don’t even know the exact name of my relation to him. Balkó is my cousin’s son, so he and my child (how far future…) will be second cousins. He was a cute little boy just sleeping and eating. But he has grown up. Well, not totally, but hey! He’ll be 8 in April!

I fell in love with him, not literally, when once I was at my cousin’s around 2 years ago. Her mother told me that he had said something in connection with me the day before. Of course I was curious about it and asked what was that. ’Can I tell her?’ – asked her mother from him, but he didn’t answer just ran quickly to her. He hugged her leg hiding his face and nodded shyly. ’He said you are a very nice and beautiful girl.’ I just stood there and couldn’t move. I think I have never ever been touched so deeply before. I don’t care that it’s not true (or is it?... don’t answer). He loves me and I don’t need anything else.

News story

Yesterday in the basement of a block of flats in the suburbs of Pécs some dog excrement was found. The offender has not turned up yet, but the more serious question is why was the formation left there? The residents joined their force and collectively cleaned up the basement this afternoon. Somebody even stuck a paper on the front door warning the future-perpetrators, in order to avoid such stinky 'crimes'.

FOO

'Ohmygod-ohmygod-ohmygod..' - whispered my best friend with full of enthusiasm and excitement after we came out of the shop where he had bought the tickets - '.. I can't believe that we are going to be there!'
'We definitely will!'- I responded.
After the first shock of realizing that we would have almost the biggest fun in our lives, we were just laughing and trying to shout down the rain, because it was pouring that day.

Fishing on Orfű is a festival organised each year basically for youngsters, but they are not the only who attend. We have never been to this particular event, so we decided to have a try. Concerts from many types of bands and singers are in the centre all day, starting from afternoon, finishing around midnight or even later.

One of our favourite bands, so-called Esti Kornél (playing an alternative kind of music), came on the scene one night. It was held in a little tent, because only a few people know that this group really exists on Earth. We didn't care that there was no crowd, we were jumping, singing, shouting, whistling etc. whatever is usual on concerts.

I enjoy (almost) every concert I attend, but this one was such a good experience that I'm sure I'll go this year again.