Music:
to get you pumped up for the gym or when you travel to/from school. This South African band is easily the rawest and best white trash rave rap (or whatever you want to call it) you can find at the moment.
- Homan
- Homan
A hectic week.
The week was hectic, but all good. The first two days I spent on my couch 'cause of a cold. But then , with a very short notice, two of my friends came to visit from Sweden.
In short, the visit was filled with a lot of strange course of events, good restaurant food and alcohol. But let me elaborate.
Tuesday night was supposed to be a relaxed pub night. Both Ida and David came to say hello so they met my friends, which was pretty cool. Anyway, we went to Szimpla but little did I know that my guests were crazy about Becherovka. They started to order in so many Becherovkas that at the end of the night we started to be a little bit too drunk.
Chris (one of my guests) asked a couple of Italian girls and a French girl to sit with us at our table. We started to talk and I accidently brought up politics (which was not a good idea). But then Cissi (my other guest) and Chris saved me by accidently falling on the floor and dragging the table with them with the drinks on. Everyone else in the bar peered at the two lying on the floor laughing. I started laughing too of course. I think we were the only 3 laughing in the bar at that moment. Maybe it's a Swedish thing to drag down a table? Anyway the night ended with me misleading us on our way home so we walked half way around the Pest side. But it was cool because Cissi accidently stole a bottle of Becherovka from the bar so we had drinks for our walk.
On Wednesday night we went to a very nice restaurant that served the best food I've tasted in Hungary yet. That kicked the night off good. After that I showed them the Heroes square and then we started with the stolen bottle of Becherovka again. We went to Corvintető, tipsy but definitely ready to get more out there. The music was bumpin' so a couple of Gin & Tonics later we were dancing like crazy. Then some random dude sparked up a nice one and passed it around. The whole room definitely slowed down but it still didn't stop us. At around 4 we decided to move to another club. We stopped at Stazies house and tried to wake her up but she didn't answer. Then we were winked in by some guard but he didn't tell us it's a strip club. We didn't stay though. We moved on to Piaf where you're supposed to be able to party on when all the other clubs have closed. But it wasn't filled with people that night so we left the place after around 30 minutes. We started walking home at around 5 - 6. Difficult to say exactly when we went home 'cause we all had dizzy legs and dizzy heads.
Pictures will come later.
- Homan
In short, the visit was filled with a lot of strange course of events, good restaurant food and alcohol. But let me elaborate.
Tuesday night was supposed to be a relaxed pub night. Both Ida and David came to say hello so they met my friends, which was pretty cool. Anyway, we went to Szimpla but little did I know that my guests were crazy about Becherovka. They started to order in so many Becherovkas that at the end of the night we started to be a little bit too drunk.
Chris (one of my guests) asked a couple of Italian girls and a French girl to sit with us at our table. We started to talk and I accidently brought up politics (which was not a good idea). But then Cissi (my other guest) and Chris saved me by accidently falling on the floor and dragging the table with them with the drinks on. Everyone else in the bar peered at the two lying on the floor laughing. I started laughing too of course. I think we were the only 3 laughing in the bar at that moment. Maybe it's a Swedish thing to drag down a table? Anyway the night ended with me misleading us on our way home so we walked half way around the Pest side. But it was cool because Cissi accidently stole a bottle of Becherovka from the bar so we had drinks for our walk.
On Wednesday night we went to a very nice restaurant that served the best food I've tasted in Hungary yet. That kicked the night off good. After that I showed them the Heroes square and then we started with the stolen bottle of Becherovka again. We went to Corvintető, tipsy but definitely ready to get more out there. The music was bumpin' so a couple of Gin & Tonics later we were dancing like crazy. Then some random dude sparked up a nice one and passed it around. The whole room definitely slowed down but it still didn't stop us. At around 4 we decided to move to another club. We stopped at Stazies house and tried to wake her up but she didn't answer. Then we were winked in by some guard but he didn't tell us it's a strip club. We didn't stay though. We moved on to Piaf where you're supposed to be able to party on when all the other clubs have closed. But it wasn't filled with people that night so we left the place after around 30 minutes. We started walking home at around 5 - 6. Difficult to say exactly when we went home 'cause we all had dizzy legs and dizzy heads.
Pictures will come later.
- Homan
Out of solidarity...
... R.I.P to my friends brand new iPhone. It's dead.
A good friend of mine lives in Tokyo which he has done now for numerous years. Me, the dude and a couple of other dudes and dudettes spent most of our teenager years together.
Anyway. It's a cold spring day in Tokyo. The dude's enjoying his day like it was any other day. Little would he know that this would be the biggest fail so far in 2010.
So he walks around in his apartment, probably cleaning a little bit of this and a little bit of that. As he walks across the apartment he decides to get rid of the dust on his mat by dusting it out of the balcony. He rolls his new IKEA mat quickly, picks it up and walks to the balcony where he (2nd floor) whips it out in attempt to dedustify his dear mat.
As he whips the mat outwards violently he sees his brand new precious iPhone in slow motion slowly, but surely, fly out of the mat heading downwards, crashing onto the pavement to pieces. How fast it hit the ground can be simply counted by a formula:
Where we rearrange the upper formula to fit the lower.
A good friend of mine lives in Tokyo which he has done now for numerous years. Me, the dude and a couple of other dudes and dudettes spent most of our teenager years together.
Anyway. It's a cold spring day in Tokyo. The dude's enjoying his day like it was any other day. Little would he know that this would be the biggest fail so far in 2010.
So he walks around in his apartment, probably cleaning a little bit of this and a little bit of that. As he walks across the apartment he decides to get rid of the dust on his mat by dusting it out of the balcony. He rolls his new IKEA mat quickly, picks it up and walks to the balcony where he (2nd floor) whips it out in attempt to dedustify his dear mat.
As he whips the mat outwards violently he sees his brand new precious iPhone in slow motion slowly, but surely, fly out of the mat heading downwards, crashing onto the pavement to pieces. How fast it hit the ground can be simply counted by a formula:
Where we rearrange the upper formula to fit the lower.
Where g is gravitational acceleration and h is hight of the object fallen. Let's say living on the 2nd floor takes you 7 meters up. This will give us 11.8 m/s. That's a huge amout of speed. It's simply converted to 42.5 km/h. I wouldn't like to fall on the pavement in this speed, would you?
I imagine it looked something like this:
I told this story to David and I completely consent to his comment; "That's a stylish way to loose a iPhone"
- Homan
- Homan
SO...
... I just had to get this out of me. A certain someone has asked me to save my jizz. Dunno if she was serious with it, but I'm going to go with it and save my jizz for her at least like 5 days (which for me is a looooooooot). I'm going to make her swim in it.
...
..oh and the nature of this content will make me "forget" to write my name so the readers will know it either stands between me or David.
...
..oh and the nature of this content will make me "forget" to write my name so the readers will know it either stands between me or David.
amusing names...
... made my day today. I was unceremoniously sitting with Ida in the reading room, studying demusingly, while we stumbled upon a couple of old boards with a bunch of pictures & names on resembling yearbooks.
Fitta means cunt in Swedish. The first name we noticed was Fitter Flora, where flora means the same in Swedish as in English (e.g. bacteria flora). The reading room is similar to a library so you have to be quiet, so we laughed.
The second name was just absolutely genious. You Miaomiao.
Uh, yes, let me repeat it. You Miaomiao. Simply genious.
The third name was a german name. Ida's told me about a lot of weird german names like the famous german football player Bastian Schweinsteiger where Schweinsteiger means climbing on swines or something similar to that. Anyway her family name was Seib which in english is colander. A colander is where you put your spaghetti when you want to separate it with the water when it's cooked and ready. I think it's very amusing.
On the other hand, my name's Homan.
- Homan
Fitta means cunt in Swedish. The first name we noticed was Fitter Flora, where flora means the same in Swedish as in English (e.g. bacteria flora). The reading room is similar to a library so you have to be quiet, so we laughed.
The second name was just absolutely genious. You Miaomiao.
Uh, yes, let me repeat it. You Miaomiao. Simply genious.
The third name was a german name. Ida's told me about a lot of weird german names like the famous german football player Bastian Schweinsteiger where Schweinsteiger means climbing on swines or something similar to that. Anyway her family name was Seib which in english is colander. A colander is where you put your spaghetti when you want to separate it with the water when it's cooked and ready. I think it's very amusing.
On the other hand, my name's Homan.
- Homan
ferihegy kettö
1. late run from homans apt to kiraly tram stn. miss tram by one second. the next one is delayed by a lifetime.
2. miss metro by 2 seconds from blaha lujza. have to wait 9 min and 58 seconds for the next.
3. waiting for 9 min and 30 seconds at deak ferenc metro stn for metro to Kőbánya–Kispest. shows ive been waiting for the metro to Újpest-Központ when i come out of my daze at nyugati.
4. run around at nyugati, because as i got off at the metro stn i suddenly remembered that there is supposedly a train that leaves from there to ferigehy 1. according to the monitor/random people the train is to leave at platform 28. there is no platform 28.
5. platform 11 is the same as platform 28 in hungary.
6. get off at the wrong stn. in the middle of, well, nothing.
7. BUT, there is a bus stop with what it looks like a bus to the airport. 3 boys lurking around assure me the bus will take me to the airport.
8. bus drives in an odd direction which is in fact, not at all the direction of ferihegy 2. i ask the bus driver but apparently he cannot talk and drive at the same time, so he keeps hushing me to shut up. as people get on i try to ask him again.
9. bus driver kicks me out in the middle of a massive autobahn. which is also; in the middle of nothing and absolute nowhere.
10. i jump around waving franticly to get a taxi to stop.
11. i jump around waving franticly for anything to stop.
12. taxi stops. AND he is on his way to the airport.
13. i have mad fits of laughter in the car. the cab driver really is up for having a conversation in hungarian, which i am not very good at at all.
14. i dont have to pay for the cab, i think i paid just by being entertaining.
15. i get dropped off at departures, which is not, in fact, arrivals. there is no one at departures cause no flights are departing at this hour. i run around, having no idea where to go. i try to get out, but the doors are not working.
16. kicking at the door.
17. lady that speaks german informes me of the direction to arrivals.
18. flights are all delayed.
19. no shuttle bus for the next 40 min. we go to the taxi stand, where we have to wait around for another 20 minutes.
20. buda.
- ida
Greased up...
... from the feet up. Got a massage today. She asked me if I'd like the hard version or the soft one. But I'm a man, right ? So I had to take the hard one. I felt like the sand drawing felt like when Kseniya Simonova goes wild and rearranges everything. I even got my toes wanked (for some weird reason) and it felt awesome.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vOhf3OvRXKg&feature=fvst
Kseniya Simonova in action
Kseniya Simonova in action
I didn't pay more than 20 euros.
- Homan
- Homan
NSY promise
I will try not to say "fuck" so much in class.
- Ida
wikipedia and bananas
1. Now I have read everything there is to know about sex, reproductive organs, positions (how to do them, Layman's terms, History and Origin etc.), do's and don't, pornographic history and so on and so forth. Studying for me is not such a reproductive (!) task, but yet I will still achieve my Doctor of Love certificate.
2. I have two pictures in the fossas of my Samsung Memory Card. They both display an astonishing technique of photography (the objects where both caught on film), and they both show the sharing of the same faith, organisms that were once bananas, then they became banana peels. Both of them where digested (not up-side-down, sadly, which would have proved the point of the strength of the smooth muscle tissue that lines our intestines ), and then witty comments where written on them - "damp?" and "simplier" (yes I know that is not a word!). This is another striking evidence to prove the case that students are now bored, tired, worn out but yet maintain a brilliant sense of humour.
- Ida
Reality check!
The pre med is not just thought for preparation. Its characteristic feature for the majority of the students should be a hefty reality check!!!
Tuesday afternoon, 5 o'clock, room 009, meeting of the entire school. Out of approximately 220 students, 30 received a special prize for excellent academic results (congratulations Ida and Homan). Another 20 got very good to excellent results as well but no prize because they completely neglect hungarian (no prize for David...). Another solid amount of people with average grades follows and apparently enough people doing bad enough to make the program director tell the entire school that she will advise a number of students to reconsider their carreer choice...
Now you can debate on whether it is appropriate to make such a statement or not. But the reactions of those concerned tends to make me think that this step was necessary...
Reality... FACE IT!
My class has a chemistry lesson at 8 o'clock on thursdays. Our teacher is very helpful, explains all the questions we have and does a lot of practice with us. But apparently he doesn't make chemistry exciting enough. And a lesson should include crazy entertainment, some weird aquarium on your iphone, or some other stupid application that fills these oh so strenuous minute long waiting periods before a lesson starts or something. I mean, it is important to keep that attention span at the lowest possible level AT ALL TIMES!
So that type of kids who constantly run from on entertainment to the other have developed a very nice attitude towards such a statement from the program director: "This isn't right!"
Well maybe but you prove her point by not showing up for lectures, not practicing what you learn in class and never think about it.
Gosh I am so tired of the generation following mine. What happened to guts??? Not saying they are the ultimate but damn people cry around so much it tends to make you forget how many kids are dying every day of malnutrition and easily treatable disease (50,000). How leprous beggars rot away on streets without any care provided by anyone.
Guts is not a facade. It is not an old remnence from a male dominated past. It is something you need to persevere through studies like that. And guts can come from something very healthy: surrender. The now unfolds in this form: YOU NEED TO SIT ON YOUR ASS AND STUDY! You can say no, but then you won't become a doctor. Or you start saying yes and do the necessary and stop whining about how apparently everyone fails to do what is necessary so that YOU can succeed. Nobody else but you decide that, on a moment to moment basis!
- David
Tuesday afternoon, 5 o'clock, room 009, meeting of the entire school. Out of approximately 220 students, 30 received a special prize for excellent academic results (congratulations Ida and Homan). Another 20 got very good to excellent results as well but no prize because they completely neglect hungarian (no prize for David...). Another solid amount of people with average grades follows and apparently enough people doing bad enough to make the program director tell the entire school that she will advise a number of students to reconsider their carreer choice...
Now you can debate on whether it is appropriate to make such a statement or not. But the reactions of those concerned tends to make me think that this step was necessary...
Reality... FACE IT!
My class has a chemistry lesson at 8 o'clock on thursdays. Our teacher is very helpful, explains all the questions we have and does a lot of practice with us. But apparently he doesn't make chemistry exciting enough. And a lesson should include crazy entertainment, some weird aquarium on your iphone, or some other stupid application that fills these oh so strenuous minute long waiting periods before a lesson starts or something. I mean, it is important to keep that attention span at the lowest possible level AT ALL TIMES!
So that type of kids who constantly run from on entertainment to the other have developed a very nice attitude towards such a statement from the program director: "This isn't right!"
Well maybe but you prove her point by not showing up for lectures, not practicing what you learn in class and never think about it.
Gosh I am so tired of the generation following mine. What happened to guts??? Not saying they are the ultimate but damn people cry around so much it tends to make you forget how many kids are dying every day of malnutrition and easily treatable disease (50,000). How leprous beggars rot away on streets without any care provided by anyone.
Guts is not a facade. It is not an old remnence from a male dominated past. It is something you need to persevere through studies like that. And guts can come from something very healthy: surrender. The now unfolds in this form: YOU NEED TO SIT ON YOUR ASS AND STUDY! You can say no, but then you won't become a doctor. Or you start saying yes and do the necessary and stop whining about how apparently everyone fails to do what is necessary so that YOU can succeed. Nobody else but you decide that, on a moment to moment basis!
- David
privileges...
.. are handed out to you when you're a student. Like being poor for example. If you're a student you're supposed to be poor, right ? The first term in Budapest was difficult in terms of economy. The money just disappeared, and I have no idea where. But this term it seems like I have more money to go around with which doesn't seem right.
So I went to the mall.
Last iPods name was Ivan Podinsky. This one's Ignaz Podinsky
(after Ignaz Semmelweis, Semmelweis Medical Uni, Budapest)
So I went to the mall.
Last iPods name was Ivan Podinsky. This one's Ignaz Podinsky
(after Ignaz Semmelweis, Semmelweis Medical Uni, Budapest)
I got the green one. I didn't even notice that it had a camera until after I bought it. Which was a awesome bonus. So I was going to try to film our physics teacher doing a experiment on the internal energy of gas, using a tube with a cylinder to ignite red phosphorous in the bottom very much like a diesel engine which worked and was pretty cool. Of course I failed to get it on the iPod.
By the way guys. We've read a little bit about different diseases and plagues. Everyone knows about HIV. But when I saw this picture I sat at least 15 minutes and examined the picture, completely perplexed.
By the way guys. We've read a little bit about different diseases and plagues. Everyone knows about HIV. But when I saw this picture I sat at least 15 minutes and examined the picture, completely perplexed.
This is a lymphocyte. In general english you would call this a white blood cell. A white blood cell attacks bad bacterias and viruses in our body and keeps us healthy. This is a HIV infected white blood cell. A single HIV infected blood cell. The green dots of the cell are new HIV viruses being sent to infect new cells. This is maybe one fourth of the whole cell. If there's about 100 green dots on this picture, there should be at least 400 green dots on the whole cell. 400 HIV virions getting out of one single cell. That's a badass virus. Gives me the creeps.
- Homan
- Homan
'the fuuuck happened ?
A boner in the class ? It happens, I guess. When you're tired and you stare at the new young teacher you just recieved who, has pretty good english, but is lacking the teaching experience to catch your attention with fast turns and witty ways to relate complicated structures, behaviours and replication steps of viruses you're more likely the target of falling halfway into a daydream.
Then of course you wake up when the teacher asks the class who has done the homework. I try to shake the blood running downwards in my body up to the brain again and prepare the paper I wrote about 'small pox'.
any other picture would make you leave the blog
Then of course you wake up when the teacher asks the class who has done the homework. I try to shake the blood running downwards in my body up to the brain again and prepare the paper I wrote about 'small pox'.
any other picture would make you leave the blog
I was surprised that me, Ida and one more in the class had done the homework. Not anyone else. And I barely put any energy in the paper at all. I wonder.
From a psychological point of view. When a class changes teacher (and she expresses insecurity), does the class already give up on the teacher, not giving her a chance at all ?
Is the class too tired to study after the exam period ? Probably a little bit of both. People seem very tired and not wanting to continue studying. But sometimes you just have to move on.
In the end. Not putting enough energy in studying is not only unfair to your teacher. It's unfair to yourself. It will only come back at you at double the speed. Blam.
- Homan
From a psychological point of view. When a class changes teacher (and she expresses insecurity), does the class already give up on the teacher, not giving her a chance at all ?
Is the class too tired to study after the exam period ? Probably a little bit of both. People seem very tired and not wanting to continue studying. But sometimes you just have to move on.
In the end. Not putting enough energy in studying is not only unfair to your teacher. It's unfair to yourself. It will only come back at you at double the speed. Blam.
- Homan
ho cakes...
There are different type of hoes... and everyone's a ho'. If not physically, at least mentally.
You got the really skanky ones and you got the classy hoes... noone really likes the really skanky hoes. It's the kind of hoes that breaks your heart and then fucks your best friend, no class in their clothes and generally behave like a Tv-blooper.
cakes for everyone
But everyone gotta love them really classy hoes. They put time on their clothes, make-up and they don't fuck your best friend. Some of them pretend they're not hoes, which is allright I guess. some of them don't care what people think. But the best of all, some of them at least make you feel special (don't be mistaken, you're not).
yummie, nice ho' cake
You got the really skanky ones and you got the classy hoes... noone really likes the really skanky hoes. It's the kind of hoes that breaks your heart and then fucks your best friend, no class in their clothes and generally behave like a Tv-blooper.
cakes for everyone
But everyone gotta love them really classy hoes. They put time on their clothes, make-up and they don't fuck your best friend. Some of them pretend they're not hoes, which is allright I guess. some of them don't care what people think. But the best of all, some of them at least make you feel special (don't be mistaken, you're not).
yummie, nice ho' cake
I know I got myself a nice ho' cake. The world is only what you see through the glass in your orbital cavities. Perception varies and my ho' stands for honey.
- Homan
- Homan
Thanksgiving
1. I am grateful for Davids attempts at witty repartees and touchés. Despite them being an absolute fail regarding their purpose, they do quite amuse me. I am also grateful for that he is taller than me so I dont have to look at his face all the time.
2. I am grateful for Homans strive to never ever not drink less than the drink voucher bought for 5000 ft offers at illegal apt. parties with strippers and balkan music. No matter how much he drank prior to the occasion. I am also grateful for that he is shorter than me so I dont have to look at his face all the time.
- Ida
- Ida
Sex in the city
"David, how does your dick compare to this?" asks Stazie while pointing to the bong in the shop's window. "Uh, bigger then that." Rarely does my mouth speak faster then my mind on which I usually have a fairly good control.
But this type of school drives you in that direction. You go to school, you eat, you study, you sleep, you talk about complex biological, chemical, physical processes, your vocabulary is imbued with all this new medical terminology... So when you don't, your language tends to become a little more crude. And for no area does this apply more then for anything related to sexual topics.
However there is no time for meeting at a coffee shop and discuss latest developments. It comes more out of the blue... like, let's say under the shower, after a strenuous workout in the gym when you enjoy the warm water caressing your muscles, a two head shorter man called Homan says this: "Dude have you shaved your balls yet? No? You know you can use the razor you use for your face. I use mine for my face AND my balls because my dick is very clean."
All in all that's nothing bad... until you start drawing proteins in dick shape and wish to illustrate a DNA replication fork with a woman spreading her legs...
- David
But this type of school drives you in that direction. You go to school, you eat, you study, you sleep, you talk about complex biological, chemical, physical processes, your vocabulary is imbued with all this new medical terminology... So when you don't, your language tends to become a little more crude. And for no area does this apply more then for anything related to sexual topics.
However there is no time for meeting at a coffee shop and discuss latest developments. It comes more out of the blue... like, let's say under the shower, after a strenuous workout in the gym when you enjoy the warm water caressing your muscles, a two head shorter man called Homan says this: "Dude have you shaved your balls yet? No? You know you can use the razor you use for your face. I use mine for my face AND my balls because my dick is very clean."
All in all that's nothing bad... until you start drawing proteins in dick shape and wish to illustrate a DNA replication fork with a woman spreading her legs...
- David
NEVER...
... too late to start !
"Has the piece of shit emerged from his dreamy illusions in which you experience what life could be if you only changed your face?"
... is a message you could wake up to if you're friends with David (who himself is the largest piece of shit of all times)
Or getting phone calls from Ida listening to her obsessions about bizarre train of thoughts I never could fathom sane people had circling in their heads.
Then again, this comes from a over-sexually driven dude that has to let the first post of the blog remain short.
At the moment we're in a program called pre-med. It's a program designed to prepare yourself for the university. Well...
Anyway.... It's time for some quality time with my main man Shaft, as I so conveniently call him.
// Homan
ps. welcome to the blog where a couple of students will share everything between the distal end of the atmosphere to the darkest depths of the seven seas.
"Has the piece of shit emerged from his dreamy illusions in which you experience what life could be if you only changed your face?"
... is a message you could wake up to if you're friends with David (who himself is the largest piece of shit of all times)
Or getting phone calls from Ida listening to her obsessions about bizarre train of thoughts I never could fathom sane people had circling in their heads.
Then again, this comes from a over-sexually driven dude that has to let the first post of the blog remain short.
At the moment we're in a program called pre-med. It's a program designed to prepare yourself for the university. Well...
Anyway.... It's time for some quality time with my main man Shaft, as I so conveniently call him.
// Homan
ps. welcome to the blog where a couple of students will share everything between the distal end of the atmosphere to the darkest depths of the seven seas.
