T0p D0g Reloaded

So good. The first night somebody peed on our tent. The second night somebody slept on our tent, passed out completely. It is full of weirdos, nice display of tattoos so far. MGMT performance was nice, I think they are going to do great, although the voice needs growing. Internet is free in batches of 20 minutes, but the line can be somewhat of a discouragement. I cannot find all the signs on the Hungarian keyboard. Hence I write it is, not its shorter version. The coffee people have constantly taken me for a fool, charging me extra. Their loss. See you soon.

Tags: Budapest, jukebox treasures, my Sziget, nothing bad can touch me, trainspotting no trendspotting by monsoux
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This blogger is going to sleep first, then to Sziget.

See you all later. I so deserve a vacation.

Tags: Budapest, I need a vacation!, Simon says, dog tired, jukebox treasures, my Sziget, on the road by monsoux
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I rarely have actual cravings. But this time it was for hot-dogs.

After that, because I though I was really hungry, when, in fact, I was just experiencing super-market disorientation , I had a prawn instant noodle soup in alternates with almonds and M&ms.

Tags: if Captain Hook were Captain Cook by monsoux
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And to cheer you up, here! Take a house! It’s dirt cheap, you don’t even have to go mortgaged.

Tags: Sighisoara, a picture a day by monsoux
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My pain in the back feels different at this desk. My working on this desk feels different. Same desk. Different work.

Tags: nothing, yet by monsoux
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What a drag. I remember I once said I had lost the apartment key, and then fount it, but of course it was already too late for going to the training. And all the competitions. And the chlorine. And the so called training camps (hello, I was not going anywhere! how can you call that a “camp”?!). Missing on cartoons for trainings or competitions. All of that because somebody said to my mum, most probably to her, “He is a natural”. How I hated those times, and those feelings. How funny it is to miss it now. How funny to think “I am in training now” and “there will be a time when I think I miss these times”. Because now, I just feel awkward.

Tags: down that lane by monsoux
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I woke up to this.

And then tossed myself back to bed.

Tags: I'm in love, Jesse, a picture a day, jukebox treasures by monsoux
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