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.

Sorry, it's Hungarian

Figyelem, gyerekes hiszti következik!
Szóval, igazából elegem van az összes könyhetes mindenségből, mert az is arra emlékeztet, hogy milyen csóró vagyok, hogy nem tudok elmenni semmilyen rendezvényre, ami messzebb van, mint húsz kilométer, és esetleg még fizetni kéne. És szerintem elég illetlen dolog arra emlékeztetni az embereket, hogy csórók. Ugyanez volt a conoknál, de valahol kezdek megnyugodni, és már nem érdekelnek az animék. Nem, e így nem igaz, de olyan mennyiségben találkozom vele Facebookon és Deviantarton, hogy egy részét bizony megutáltam. Talán már csak a jousei, a családi filmek, művészi animék és az oltime mahou shoujok maradtak. A többi nem, hogy nem érdekel, de idegesít is.
Aztán ott van az a dolog, amikor valaki rendel képet, de nem képes fizetni. Mit gondol, ingyen dolgozom? Pl, az a srác, aki aktot kért, és kevesebb, mint a felét tudta csak kifizetni. A másik meg, amikor azt hiszik, hogy pontért dolgozom. Kapok pontért kenyeret, macskakaját, repülőjegyet? Mert szerintem nem.
Apropó repülő. Szerintem a Copicjaimat nyugodtan itthon hagyhatom, és ugyanez igaz az aquarellre is. Ne foglalja a helyet, bár nem tudom, hogy fogom kibírni, ha rám jön.
Mit nem szeretek még? Ja, igen. amikor valaki megígéri, hogy vásárol, aztán mégsem teszi, mert jaj, mégsincs pénze. 'sszus! Akkor mondja azt, hogy majd meglátja, mert most ő is csóró. Elhiszem. De ne ringasson már abba, hogy venni vagy rendelni fog! >^<
Ja, hogy személyes bajok vannak? Kit érdekel? Mindenkinek vannak!
Ó, igen. Ha felteszek egy képet, ne írja már oda egy másik rajzos, hogy "jaj, de ügyes vagy!", mert ezt lehet gyereknek mondani, aki nem olyan rég óta rajzol, de én őszintén, mit kezdjek vele? Évek óta rajzolok, évekig tanultam, ez már nem ügyesség, bárki meg tudja tanulni nálamnál sokkal jobban, ha akarja. És ugyanez igaz, a "jaj, de tehetséges vagy!" kifejezésre, azt is utálom.
Vadkörtét reggeliztem? Biztos.
Azt is elfogadom, ha valaki azt mondja, hogy ez neki nem tetszik. Azt hiszi bárki, hogy az összes Deviantartos figyeltem képeiért odavagyok? Hát nem, van, akié kifejezetten nem tetszik, de ő maga jó fej.
Jelölés, figyelés. Facebookon ne jelölgessetek kedves ismeretlenek csak azért, mert közös ismerősünk a Mondo Magazin, légyszi! Mert a korkülönbségek és helyesírási különbségek miatt esetleg bunkónak tűnhetek. Ha tetszenek a képeim, akkor a go to Deviantart! vagy írj privát üzit! És ne írjatok nekem, hogy olyat kedveljek ezt vagy azt, mert akkor nektek hűde jó lesz! Akkor sem, ha nagyon jó barátok vagyunk. És ne taggeljetek egy képhez, amin egy rajz van vagy egy csoport vízfejű chibi, mert egyrészt utálom, másrészt, esetleg nektek sem esne majd jól, amikor a dicséretek helyett azt találnám mondani, hogy a jobbagyféltekés rajzolás egy nagy fos, ne csináljátok!
Mit akartam a végére? Ja, igen. Az anime mese. Pont, mint a Colombo.

My original complaint blog was on Freeblog but it went awry.

dic

I should buy a Hunarian-English dictionary.

Men cookin' in our kitchen

My dad and my bro cooking in our little kitchen. My brother throwed out the garbage, swept and put the dishes to the dishwasher. And he brought the oregano, garlic, tomatos, red pepper and onions. My dad roasted the minced meat and cooked the noodles. They are handing out now. I can hear it. But my bro going to run and he'll eat after the run. I'm hungry. My mom come home soon by her car.

wishlist

I watched my wishlist, and I correct a some things. I would new headphones because my old headphones's left phone is went awry. And I would a pair pretty flowered spring or summer shoes.
Dear my goldfish, I wolud a lot of books, thank you. And I would a refill for my Copic markers, some markers begin get dry.

supple

I can bitting my big toe

street fashion or cosplay

I'll not wear cosplay on the convention again because I didn't lose weight last year ago and I have time for con wasn't sure. Never mind. I'll wear my original fantasy cosplay in the next time. I'll wear my character's cosplay in this convention. I think my pilot goggles, scarf or kerchief, buttons, blouse, steampunk jewelries and jeans. But I dunno what I'll wear on my feet. I have white shoes but those broke my feet. I have green shoes but those too aged and I trew black ink. I have gray shoes but those uncomfortable. And I have sandals but I'm afraid for the weather will be wrong. And those aren't woman sandals but sandals for trip. I'll not in those an effeminate behavior. But I don't care. I'll see much stranger guys and gals in the convention.

About the book what I read

I try thinkin' in english but I cannot. I can thinkin' only hungarian.
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I had my lunch. I plain I'll go for a ride my bicycle after I drink my tea.
I read a children storybook. The author is Enid Bylton and the title is
Secret Seven Adventure. This story tell about seven children who have secret society. One day they played hide and seek but the either boy Colin cheated and climbed up the tree near by the Little Thicket. His friends was angry for him but he told them he saw a foreign man creeped over the wall. Children listened the radio that evening and heard the news: someone stolen a pearl necklace from Lady Lucy Thomas.
I red so far.

Who I am?

Okay then I tell about me now. I want to say I would tell but I'm so tired. I'm tired while I made this my new webblog's skin. So I'll go to the exam this week's Friday and I'm afraid for it. Why? Because I learn this language for 10 years ago and the only good teacher was at last summer when I went to a Language School. and I afraid for I'll not understand the listening. And I have hungarian accent. And my pronuncation is very bad. And this is the last chance for me before the great recruitment. Are you see why afraid am I?
My thinks digress. I think my favourite comic artis's works, think I would paint my hair again, think the great convention, think what I'll eat for lunch and I think the afraid of exam. And I afraid if the examiners put a questions and I'll not understand their pronuncation. How can I learn to the listening?