10 years later

 My Dear Darling Diary,

Found you after forgotten for ten whole years. 

Apparently just woke up in the middle of the night because a fluffy cloudlike princess found a spider in the bathroom and strongly wanted to show me, then went to check her big discovery. I have got a bad habit, the first thing is always checking my phone after getting up therefore seen several different messages about my Amazon orders and one pre-ordered book (still in August) are on they way, emails from Duolingo and two about "prevent pages being indexed". All the time got scam emails but this ones surprisingly weren't. Then index and forget each other, good night! But I started to reread my old posts and found some even from 2010 too. Very emotional and make me hard to decide about delete. But come on! There are at least three about my art with direct link to DeviantArt. So old school! 

Exactly ten years ago I was ready to move to London. Like a fortnight ago found my hand-written diary wrote on the way, on the coach. I know probably will busy because of my Greek holiday but planning to share it on my Moly profile. It's a funny prototype of my Travel Journals without sketches. The ten years ago post was about finishing books and get ready mentally. So many people told me how brave I was because travelled by myself, completely alone but yet I rather felt escaping from the problems. The last ten years met so many people, friends and foes as well. Had so many culture shocks, good and bad experiences and many wondering around London. Still there are places are waiting for me to discover. Then keep it on. 

Night of Reading

Unbelieveable. People used to say someone or totally brave or totally silly. I cannot decide I am what. My bus - the Knight Bus - will leave Budapest at 9:30 am Sunday. That's the day after tomorrow. Whoa! I cannot belive it yet. Today I went to the local Job Centre and absolutely forgot about Friday is marketday in Békés. And the marketplace is the centre of Békés and I could across via the marketplace by cycle. People didn't knew I had hurried. Never mind. I roasted some cookies from oatflakes for my travelling. And this is the Night of Reading and I must end the Harry Potter and Goblet of Fire because I wouldn't bring to London with me. And I also must end three other books. Quiddich trought the Ages, Fantastic Beasts & Where to Find Them and a Hungarian writer's book it's title is "Kislányok, kisfiúk igaz történetei". It's meaning "True Stories of Little Girls and Little Boys." But I think there aren't so true stories because one of story tells about a gnome and the other tells about a giant. I decided I would like open a new blog about my new life in London in Hungarian. Sorry it's Hunagrian.

baking bread

A friend said me I don't need to know all words in English that I used in Hungarian. But I think otherwise. This blog born insted of my original Hungarian languaged blog. But that went out. Shoddy Freemail I couldn't to write new text on that blog for 4 months. I wonder why.
When I went to middle school I scared of used the tube in Budapest. I don't know why. Just I scared. Then when I went to Zebegény about 3-4 years later I used the traffic in Bp singly. This a great thing to me. And now... I'm going to travel to London likewise. It's great. I live in a little town in East-Hungary. When I went to the elementary school I walked or rode on bicycle everyday. And when I went to middle school I travelled by bus or rode on bicycle every day because the school was about 9-10 kilometers from our house. (The elementary school was about 1 kilometer from our house.)

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I'm baking bread in the oven. And I hear our vizsla dog is on the street again. He escaped always and come to knock on the gate.

Where come from fruit midges?

Do you believe or not i am a similar woman as other. But I never tought it. Because if i went to buy something I usually bought a new book, new sketchbook, new (watercolour)paint jar, new brush or new marker. But never womanly things. For instance rouge, parfum or a new cute dress. (My hair stands up for the thinking~) I never bought a new dress if i felt like. Only if I need some ones. (Actually I need some but I save for my travel to UK.) I went to buy fruit juice and sampoo yesterday and I bought a new body milk (with figg and pomegranate) becuase I felt like. And I bought a new nail polish (I have some colours. About...err...ten. I think ten.) and why? Because I felt like. I think I am a woman.
Oh. Soomething flies front of my display. A fruit midge. Where come from midges?

anti yaoi

I have not any problem with gay people. Just I don't like yaoi comics and cartoons.

Hot June days

Fat people don't tolerate the heat. I confute I am a fat woman and I adore the hot heat summer <3. Temperature is 37°C in Békés. (in shadow). I use the "Időkép" Hungarian weather forecast webpage. There is a question all days: 'How to dress today?'. Today answer is frothy dress but I think the best answer is toga.
I cooked chicken thighs in seasons (thyme, bay, garlic, onion, tomato, lemon, salt, olive oil, peppermint and black pepper.) The side dish is pea pottage. Yum-yum! Bon appetit for us!

I need to excersise the English language and my other blog is dead. (It was on Freeblog. I think Freeblog is dead.)

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I read for days about the top ten annoying costumers. For instance who very-very slowy put the items to the strip. To be frank I am a similar person. I cannot put anything fast.