moment before falling asleep: 06/08

nem tudom megállni szó nélkül, VIVA

29/06/2008

// ennek örömére: Espana, Catalunia '07

// spanyol viccesmadár, ne cikizd

// kedvenc // szerintem, egy lábon áll

// 2 Barca //nem gondoljátok, hogy ellövöm az összes jó képet egy postban ...

// Park Güell // Gaudí jófej volt

if i was a french actress

28/06/2008

// i'd still make (big) fun of photoshoots

// but as im neither an actress nor famous i still do fun of spontaneous self-things heh

i dont need skinny models

26/06/2008

to take photos of the nicest memories // think through

Is writing a blog stylish? Is it stylish to write in English? Is it stylish to have Internet, to use it, to check it every day, every hour, every other minute, to listen to music, to create music, to criticise others' music, to watch movies, to go to cinema, to pay, to buy, to take photographs, to dance, to speak, to learn, to breathe, to love, to loathe, to eat, to make love, to sing, to die, to born, to live. Have you ever wondered what it would be like if you acted for one day like you dont have to make it up to anyone? Have you been thinking what would it be like if you didnt think now what cliches I write? Have you ever danced when no one saw, sang when you were alone, realised there is no perfection, that mistakes make us perfect, that ugliness is beautiful, that you dont feel with the heart but its the brain... have you... cried without a reason, smiled when it simply felt good, fell in love with a stranger on the underground, imagined your life in 20 years, hugged your beloved ones without saying a word, kept a secret... have you ever... wondered what it would be like if no one died in a war, if the world was different, if the news touched us, if we smiled at funerals, if we understood death, if you did one thing today right and thought that the day worths it, if you saved a life, if your life was saved, what would you do. What would you do if you had one wish, a ticket to anywhere, a day off, a moment without thoughts, a person to hug, a friend, a place to lay down, a smell to remember, an animal to look after, a child to raise, an adopted child to raise, an ill child to raise, not having a chance to win, what would you do? Have you ever wondered what does it feel like for a siamese twin when their other half dies? Could you cry after reading this? Could you tell it to me? Could you hide your feelings? Could you say that you did not even read this because it looked so much? Could you take the weight of life and forget about it at the same time? Could you admit that these words are the result of being so human and refusing the idea of big thoughts?

...now.