#8th entry

Jujur, gue lagi kangen banget banget banget sama EXO. 

soujo no koi wa nido haneru by mizushiro setona.

fuck the feels man. the feelings this piece of amazing material evokes out of me is just… it’s 2 in the morning and i am sobbing in front of the screen like crazy. i realize how inexperienced i am with love.

never forget.

fall so deep in love (imagase), love only when you are loved (kyouichi) and patient understanding love (tamaki). it hurts my heart.

Sa isang lugar na may nakabibinging katahimikan, ay may tila unti-unti akong narinig na huni ng mga ibon. Marahil, sila’y may iisang damdaming isinasambit.  Iisang komunikasyon, iisang emosyon at iisang ekspresyon na tanging sila lamang ang nakaiintindi. Ngunit sa pagkakataong iyon, napagtanto ko na sa bawat pakatal o kahit ano mang uri ng tunog, muestra at kataga ay kaakibat ng isang wika. Nalaman ko na sa bawat pinagbuklod-buklod na diwa ay katumbas ng isang matatalinhagang salita. Isang pagkukrus ng dila ang di nawawala sa bawat pagdampi ng ating mga labi sa ating bawat salita.                Bilang isang makabagong Pilipino, masasabi kong ang ating sariling linggwistika ay may malaking kontribusyon sa pagpapaunlad ng ating globalisasyon. Sapagkat naniniwala ako na ang bawat mutyang ating ginugunita sa bawat komunikasyon ay isang parte at resluta ng kasaysayan na di natin kailanman mababago. Hindi natin maiiwasan na sa bawat wikang naipalalaganap natin ay isang epektong di mabubura sa hinaharap. Kaya naman, kung magkakaroon tayo ng iisang mithiin at lunggatiin upang maisulong ang patuloy na paggamit ng wikang Filipino, ay paniguradong maabot natin ang rurok ng pagkakaisa. Sapagkat sa bawat palawakan ng isip at palitan ng paniniwala, ay isang liping bumabalangkas sa isang hangaring di mapipigil. Naniniwala ako na kung magagamit natin ang wika bilang isang kasangkapan tungo sa malaking pundasyon ng isang bansa, magiging epektibo ang pagmulat ng sanlibutan sa sangmaliwanag na di tataluntong sa magandang kinabukasan. – Kinabukasang puno ng kalayaan, karapatan, kasiyahan, pagmamahalan at kaisahan lalo na sa kaisipan.

Blogging coming around nicely. I figured if I keep logged in on this account I write more. So here I am again. Yesterday I was wondering why I’m blogging in English, and I don’t have an answer. I feel like in Hungarian I need more planning on what to write, how to write, what words to use. But surely it would be more nice to look back on these entries and find more than “really” “very” “nice” and use those beautiful descriptive hungarian words, but those words would bring out something very emotional and this blogging would be very depressive and full of cursing. So I’ll stick to English for now, maybe it will change later, also if my Mom finds it open she couldn’t read it, and that’s for the best.

So about today. It was a Saturday in Tiszavasvári, so pretty much nothing happened. I bought a gym membership card for a reasonable price, and my Dad was mentioning to my Mom that I should go more often. Not because I am fat and I need to excercise more but because I paid for it and I do not use it. I was pretty upset for an hour or so but sad nothing. And also I was mad because the gym is open only between 10 am and 6 pm on weekends, and that’s basically nothing. And I was helping my parents all day today, and they come up with this and make me feel shitty. Whatevs. I went out for over an hour for a bicycling and I felt so much better. I did also eat a lot of I should not have, but I will control myself from now on. I can’t let all these good work go to rubbish, I won’t slip.

Also I met with Bogi and we greeted with a hug, which was unexpected but strangely felt good?

It has been three days aboard The Scarlett Letter, and I have learned three things:

One. I am not particularly good at cooking. I tried to do so, but then Gordon yelled at me for getting in the way. It was quite a blow to my ego, as you can imagine. Candy laughed.

I can, however, peel potatoes like a professional potato peeler, if such a person exists. It took practice, but I achieved perfection.

Two. I am not particularly good at cleaning either. I would make the worst housewife ever. I suppose a lot of it has to do with the fact that nobody ever had me work before. Ah, what a shame that is. I have been missing out on crucial life skills. Mopping and wiping a slimy rag across equally slimey surfaces has taught me many things, like how dirty men can be.

Three. I really miss land. And I cannot wait to get off this ship.