(23:23) -: | Laci kommentje az andoros bejegyzésnél |
(23:23) -: | Várhatunk még hasonló bejegyzéseket? (Daweről, Szilviről, Dodoról stb.)
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(23:23) -: | nah rólam mit írnál? XD |
(23:23) CD: | rólad sokat tudnék írni:D |
(23:23) CD: | egyébként vicces mert mindannyiótokhoz kapcsolódnak dalok |
(23:23) -: | :D |
(23:24) -: | hozzám mi? |
(23:24) -: | mi kapcsolódik leginkább? |
(23:24) CD: | hmmm |
(23:24) CD: | nehéz ezen gondolkodni |
(23:24) CD: | főleg ilyenkor. eszembe se jut mos |
(23:24) CD: | t |
(23:24) CD: | bocsi |
(23:24) CD: | XD |
(23:24) -: | semmi gond :D |
(23:25) CD: | amúgy jépop na:P |
(23:25) CD: | leginkább |
(23:25) CD: | azért rólad is tudok sok mindent:D |
(23:26) -: | :D
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(23:26) -: | és majd egyszer írsz is? *meghatódott* |
(23:26) CD: | majd írok. egyébként két lehetőség van: vagy a jövőhéten írok vagy a május 13.-ai utáni héten..:D:D |
(23:27) -: | :D |
THIS IS GONNA BE LONG. I translated it for hours with a dictionary XD
Once upon a time, 2 and a half years ago happened that I wrote a characterization of one of my very good friends who I’ve known for almost 5 years through this wonderful-terrible internet. This person's been studying at BME for the time being but we do communicate even now, mostly about Virginia Woolf and the Marvellous Analysis.
One of my another really nice friend of mine – from Charmed forum as well – would expect the same text from me about himself. It was -. But at that time I’d only known him for a quarter to year. Now, that we outstripped 3 years (I put him in 2006 November on my MSN list) I determined that it’s high time… I just felt it in my bones.
We’re at the same age, he’s only 2 months older than me. But what our lives were surrounded by, was insecurity. Only computer seemed to be the sole, undeniable point in our lives, it was our cry for help, for socialisation, which helped to share every single junk and not-junk stuff with each outher. We’d been just writing and talking to these people from the forum of Charmed.hu through nights. We were like owls. And it was LIFE.
I knew what his room looked like, how much and big aquariums he had, how many music albums he had on the computer. What’s in school, what’s his attitude, what are his relations. I know that once he sat on a radiator rib and it broke down. He loved LOST, House, Desperate Housewives and so. Yet he knew about my relationships in my close family and faced with my net limits, what I was thinking about at that very moment, that I banged my ankle whilst dancing parapara. Okay, I did not actually know how he looked like but that just wasn't necessary. What I fancied about the most was his personality, ability of writing, conscientiousness, creativity, questions, never-ending reviews, enthusiasm, mutual explaining ourselves – and that I could always cheer him up! Enough much, hah?
Without studying siamerre where the hell would have I thought from that anyone can create a new language? Since then it’s dead, still I miss it. No one could made up anything with such a meticulosity.
I wouldn’t listen to JAPANESE MUSIC. I would not know the dorky, átási szákuránbó Otsukai Ai, the zippy cute Morning Musume, the beautiful-high-voiced Tibetian Alan, nor the oh-so funny & lovely music by NEWS (just some examples).
I really wouldn’t carry on with my novels, poems and stories. His kinda gave me endurance. Although he showed himself as a lyrics-writer machine – I was not. Anyway, all of his songs, music & lyrics he’s written, are worth contemplating, these thoughts are just cannot be derided cause there’s much more behind the lines. It’s like the universe.
Enough of that – I’ve only listed the most important bits. Because I had something in me created. While I was talking to him, the particular, cannot-be-compared, comfortable atmosphere. It’s like recalling flashes from past. For example, you’re sitting on the northern shore of Lake Balaton, under sallows, eating fine ice-cream. The sun is shining into your eyes, you do feel the warm. And it comes back like ’yeah, that moment had taste!’. Come to what, an era of listening Morning Coffee on cool, windy evenings on your MP3 and you are able to feel the cheer what those times gifted you as endorphin-presents. You were planning of getting away under a bridge, without parents together, hal fon the way to each other’s home. I could do with that, I guess.
Then I’d just… GONE! For one and a half year! Selfishness could kill… omg, why haven’t I even apologised for that hiatus? How self-centered it was. Eh… :\
I wrote him last year, in December, cause it flustered me that though he’s my iWiW acquiantance, I didn’t talk to him?! How I could have let my long-time connections go to pot. No way.
This Otsuka Ai song was definitely the breakthrough. That’s why I loved jpop. Momo no hanabira.
Utterly overflowing cheerful track by Morning Musume. I was dancing to it on New Year’s Eve 2006. That night I found a never ever seen colourful-dotted nightgown at home! Happy Summer Wedding.
Third I would quote a Japanese boy band which I’ve known only for two weeks (NEWS). Not only it brings the tasty-moment effect and MSNing with him, but the whole discussion board. It’d been a community like the band, in the music video for this song. I just can’t stop laughing-smiling!!! :D Summertime.
Okay. I can list these tracks from morning until midnight that’d bring back memories & past perfect (hah), as a messenger of cloudless freedom. Unfortunately it’d be way too long. E.g., THIS… well sorry, not good timing! XDD
Who would weep for the days of this youth? And what? There’s nothing to do, because we speak occasionally.
But it’s not the same. The silhouettes of change are passing by. Am I not the same? Am I... ? Forget it. XD
I don’t want this entry – like the previous of my old friend Andor – to have farewell-nature. Rather a conclusion… eh… on reflection, it may not be bad, if it has. Something surely ended? Dunno.. :D
I learned that Jpop can produce remarkable impression. Either it sends you to high spirits, lifting you up or it terribly lets you down - beautiful but cruel way.
"I Like Music because… it's exhilarating.” said Kyle Falconer. So right.
But if I, lots of time later, looked back to our 15-year-old selves, the forum, what it afforded, I wouldn’t remember to bad, neither sad memories, but every part of that (though it’s not officially, but over) was ridiculous funnily clumsy silly relaxing pleasant and nice – why good, and I’d laugh, and be happy, that they actually happened .___. ^^" :D
I’m not worried because you have three amazing ones around whom you can share your creativity, enthusiasm, jokes, faces! But thank you for causing so many hilarious seconds and for your help to get along with that dark life I was living in. I don’t really get on with it neither but never mind, we’re three years older. I give thanks for you, Dawe, just like I thanked to Andor, cause you’re worth it, you were, are and will be important, still, come what may. :D
ps. too much writing hurts, for the first time :D