24/12/2008
to all of you who subscribed to my life. <3
19/12/2008
07/12/2008
Yesterday it was my younger cousin's prom night, of which I have sharp images, but I refuse to share any of them, but showing the blurred one (that I like) I took when they were dancing in UV light.

That's how Hungarians celebrate when their sons, daughters, relatives, friends spend the last year in secondary school. The nervous kids are supposed to dance with their relatives after their performances, and that makes the lucky relatives smile, as you can see in the picture.

Or you can just meet your elder cousin who goes to university to the other part of the country, and have a little chat how terrible the exams are everywhere...

In December I write letters on my skin to remind myself of important things, or to remind someone else...

I feel less artistic. It's the lack of time and sunshine (and probably snow, as well).

She does everything on purpose, I'm absolutely sure. I adore her.

On the 6th Santa Claus arrived to Hungary. (It's Baby Jesus who brings the presents on the 24th before you'd get confused, dear foreigner.)

In the meantime I have realized I'm unable to write a coherent text. Sorry.