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That sad moment when…

borcsanoir — Sun, 25 Sep 2011 09:05:29 +0000

Last winter I had an urge to buy myself some nice fashionable, long, knee or tight high boots, like everyone else. This is how the story of my favourite clothes are beginning.
So as I was looking around, I found these boots, the witch boots, I was looking for kinda like ages.
It survived a winter, the progress while I became a street-biker, the moving out and many many things…

but since I fell twice a day because of the hanging shoe soles, I considered a tearful goodbye.

hiya little brother! Look at those ornaments, that oxford style. oh… Nice

….I’m talking about bad taste

borcsanoir — Sun, 25 Sep 2011 08:40:50 +0000

This is just… WRONG
I could analyze this for like half an hour why is it just simply disgusting… okay, okay.
I’ve started dieting kinda like the same, from a sudden passion, but please…

Statement report

borcsanoir — Wed, 07 Sep 2011 21:16:54 +0000

Can anything describe the toughness of my illness better that tonight I’m not watching any Game of Thrones?
dude, I’m really weak…no, it’s not because of the new diet, it’s just a cold.

So, this is my third week here, home after the two week Hungary-friends-fighting with mom holiday, and I seriously got to the point where I MUST go on a rough diet.

Having several not really blog-topic issues around my dieting habits (oh look, she doesn’t want to taaaalk about it. In a blooog. Isn’t she so cuuuute? No, seriously I have problems) finally grew me some brain to instead of starving and kinda like torturing myself till I get depressed I change the whole lifestyle from the roots.

England is the land of sweet, sticky tea cookies, munchies, shitload of creamy filled sandwiches… and of course the well known gloomy weather. I’m not complaining, this country defines me, completes me and this is my home thus I LOVE IT AS IT IS, but yup… being alone, in a stranger house, mostly having no chance for the rain to stop… made me really really curvy.

My biggest problem with diets and exercising is that I can’t wait to see the results. I know it’s pure stupidity, and the change won’t come by the next morning…
But if you’re not only starving yourself, but eat healthy when it’s needed, do some workout makes miracles. I don’t say, oh I already dropped those extra kilos, but I’m feeling much more energetic and happy, even the simple fact that I’m not chewing something disgustingly fake plastic biscuit.
Vegan diet. Working out twice a day. Swimming. Cycling (this one is not an exercise, it’s a lifestyle)
Shhhitload of cucumber, chickpeas as munchies, peas, tomatoes ah I love you tomatoes, water and raw coffee.
Yes. Raw coffee, this was the hardest point, but seems like that our system can get use to any kind of poison~ and energy is a must, not to fall for a moment and kill the fridge as it is.
Wish me luck, because I’m visiting home in December and I don’t want to loose the bet haha the bet was to go below 100lbs again, like when I left home in May.
More healthy vegan crap in pictures soon~

…can I say us?

borcsanoir — Thu, 25 Aug 2011 22:41:54 +0000

I would like to tell you how much I love to be your friend, but since we are fooling all the time I think you would not take me seriously.
Can you imagine it? You and me till one of us leaves the bench forever? The last laugh? The simple idea of thinking about loosing you makes me cry.
Yes, we are stupid, yes we both made mistakes in life, we are imperfect and that’s how I love my life. With you by my side. On the bench. Forever.

goin’ “home”

borcsanoir — Sat, 20 Aug 2011 00:13:16 +0000

Um uh… yeah… pictures later about my 2-week long holiday at home, Budapest I mean. At the moment I’m sitting in my bed, can’t sleep because of sadness, disappointment and hunger… mh yes, hunger mocks me the most. Tomorrow, or more punctually today morning around 9p.m. my coach leaves this place again, and I will be lonely for like 4 months… again…
I will miss you Nicole… it feels like I have left you alone, but to me you’re like my second mum, who takes care of this messed up little creature, called Barbara
Nicole, Nicole, NICOLE!!! I LOVE YOU

I also had to say goodbye to my other best friend… you my adored one, who completes me, who gives me hopes and dreams. Thanks for surviving on my side. I will miss your crazy brain, bro. Write me stuffs. You know I love it.

And yeah mum. I will force you to be proud of me one day… thanks. Maybe I’m nothing special. Yes, it’s kinda sure… But I worth something for those who have eyes to realize this.

All righty then… let’s get some sleep. I’ll be lost again…

bye bye mom

borcsanoir — Fri, 19 Aug 2011 23:43:36 +0000

I dedicate this picture to my mom. I apologize for all the pain I caused you. I didn’t give you enough time to let me go.

This is the first time I can not decide whether you still have some love in your heart towards your “ungrateful bitch” as you called me.
Surely, I know I won’t be such a wise mother as you were… but I am also sure that I won’t shout : “die” “I wanted to spit on you, you worthless bitch” “I hate you” and things like these.

I love you. I love that you smell like your flowers. I love the way you cook and the way you smile. I love your freckles. I love your curly eyelashes I can’t stop stare at. You’re my mummy, and even if you hate me, you will always be my beloved mum. Take that…

P.S.: your tea is gross. I prefer dad’s tea. cheers.

salalalalaaa

borcsanoir — Sun, 14 Aug 2011 15:49:39 +0000

It speaks for itself… Prince Charles, you’re the next one~

Normal bloggers are usually writing about the happy event of finding someone who they fancy, maybe love (I don’t want to believe in the meaning of this bloody word…)
Seriously… I never had an “able-bodied” relationship in my life, but now I don’t even mind. Being freaking free is… yay…

I’m dying to love someone crazy, but till there’s tea on the surface of Earth… makes no sense huh?

thoughts before a late lunch

borcsanoir — Sun, 14 Aug 2011 15:02:08 +0000

I came home ohohoooo
I have no shit to talk about ohohooo
I’m gooing back in no time ohohooooo yaaaay :I Fuck… Nicole, I was planning to spend much more time with you… hopefully you read this, hopefully… and you forgive me.

precious plannnnnns… I won’t have life for the next 4 months, but I’m utterly happy for that.

England will be beautiful in autumn. It’s kinda like… 500 days of summer… the girl is called Summer… the next girl called Autumn… you can’t decide whether they will be happier later on, but you are hoping. AUTUMN, YOU OWE ME WITH A BETTER LIFE!!!
yeah.
food is ready.

tipsy posts ahead

borcsanoir — Sun, 31 Jul 2011 22:57:41 +0000

…should write here… dude I’m tipsy.
At the moment I’m blogging from the bathtub in the company of my favourite cider, wearing a hello kitty hairband… and have no grammar skills… please excuse me for the followings…

So hey…
I haven’t written here for a while, because I was a little bit afraid that I might cry over some pointless shit what only I can understand.

What happened to me so far?

Life is great, or at least manageable, I’m visiting home next week, it will be a bliss… more or less.

I will meet my best friend and we will be like

Then I’ll see my mum and I’ll be like… mum feed me

Then my “bro” and I will chill out like

Then I’ll have to talk with the others and I will be like

because I’m going back.

But at the moment I’m just drunk and all like

uhm… fancy a diet or some exercise?

borcsanoir — Thu, 07 Jul 2011 22:47:25 +0000

My friend, Claudia called this the “pregnant menu”
I would really llike to take up all those missed photo posts and experiences… it just seems I have no time or motivation for anything…

Today a girl, actually a friend of the girl’s I’m looking after, was chatting with me, and I don’t know after what but we had a conversation like:
You are English.
No, sweetie, I’m not.
You are.
You thought I’m English?
Yes…
Wow, nah that’s a compliment!
What’s a compliment?

so… I nearly shed some happy tears, I was so happy, and all the time, I see the surprise on people’s faces when I have to admit the embarrassing: No… I’m not English.
I’m so much in love with life. So a lovely song for night, I finish… erm, start packing and rush to sleep, I’m getting up at 4 a.m. tomorrow…