Monthly Archives: May 2007

AHHHHH

An én anyukám, aki hosszú évek óta nem vett ceruzát a kezébe, ezeket rajzolta most hétvégén. Isten áldja meg Josh-t, amiért ilyen hatással van az emberekre!!!

My dear mom, who had not had a pencil in her hand for long years, had drawn these over the weekend. God bless Josh for having this effect on people!!!

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The studio

Another adult-oriented fic: don’t read if you’re shocked by sexuality. If you like it though, treat yourself. LOL.
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Just what were they thinking, she would never figure out: they were throwing the extremely expensive salmon-on-rye sandwiches at each other, like stupid teenagers. Well, some of them were just that, invited because of very distant relations to certain popular items also present. She stared in disbelief, making wild calculations in her mind about the approximate amount of money they were wasting every minute, and the staggering quantities of plainer, but perhaps healthier, and most definitely more crucial food that might have been purchased with that money and sent to poor countries. Damn these stupid parties, she cursed under her breath, fuming and walking around the drinks area. She desperately wanted a drink, but she knew she was not allowed. read more »

The gift

She looked around her in the ocean of shining faces and bright eyes, all turned towards him, the lithe and gentle one, the one spreading love. He sang, and soothed, and made everyone happy. He gave and asked for nothing in return; he was content with seeing their smiles, stretched onto eternal bliss, and their hands, clasped into everlasting brotherhood. It was all he ever asked for, to be able to make them happy.

She saw he had everything. She understood that he was all that ever existed, pain and sorrow, anger and compassion, end and beginning. He needed nothing from anyone, as he was a never ebbing stream of life, a warm avalanche of emotions he was freely bestowing upon each and every one of them. He saw them all as one, he saw them all equal. He bowed to help them reach him, he smiled to dispel their sadness and ease their inborn fears. Life was weighing them down, the ghosts of their past and those of their never-to-come-true future and those of their empty-handed present. He made them all feel special, he made them all believe in themselves, in the little they were and the less they would become as age would infiltrate their whole existence. read more »

Angel no. 1

So this is my own private Angel no. 1. I would not be me without him. I love, love, love you so much dearest!!!!!!!! :-********

Ő tehát az én személyes 1. számú Angyalkám, aki nélkül nem lennék önmagam.

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The hand that rocked the…

Another luscious fic, only for mature readers (or young ones who want to read something they should not LOL). Enjoy…

The hand that rocked the…

The week had been extremely long, longer than an average week. She had worked extra time and setting up parties for her other employer, a rich businessman whose idea of a small family dinner meant three hundred people and a live band. Luckily for her, things in Josh-land as her best friend Su liked to call it had been really quiet, so no one noticed if she left an hour or two earlier every day. read more »

Türelem

A türelem rózsát terem. Lassan járj, tovább élsz. A türelem nem öl, csak a sietség (ezt ma találtam, szomáli mondás). Tegnap torna közben döbbentem rá, hányszor, de hányszor igazolódott be az életemben mindez! read more »

Kicsi blues

Rúzsa Magdi- aprócska-törékeny, nagy, csodálkozó, szelíd szemű lányka- ilyennek ismerjük. Amikor először besétált a Megasztárba a válogatások napján, és rázendített egy acapella AC/DC-re, azt hittem kiesek a bugyimból. read more »

Lottó

Nálunk rendszeresen lottóznak. Apum egy életen át lottózott, soha nem nyert semmit; aztán pár éve egy nyeretlen szelvényt kihúztak a szomszédos lottózóban és nyert vele 3 milliót. Úgy gondoltuk akkor, ez volt az égiek jutalma neki, amiért olyan kitartóan szeretett volna nekünk jó életet biztosítani, amellett, hogy a halálba dolgozta és idegeskedte magát. read more »

Csodatévé

Ma megint rá kellett döbbennem, hogy csodálatos nevelő hatással van a televíziózás az emberre. read more »

De jó…

Klassz, beteg vagyok, alig állok a lábamon.
És Vili holnap utazik el.
És már ő is szédülget.
Pityergős napok ezek nekem, mert ismét elválás következik, pedig már azt hittem, könnyebb lesz most, de miért is lenne?
Egyszerűen csak pocsék nélküle, pocsék egy üres házba hazajönni, amikor az ember megszokta, hogy várja valaki, együtt főztök, együtt ébredtek, együtt zuhanyoztok, együtt néztek filmeket, együtt minden; vagy pedig kiszolgáljuk egymást, hiszen ez egy boldog kapcsolat velejárója, a másikat a tenyerünkön hordozni.
Megyek Táncoló talpak-at nézni vele, hátha jobb kedvem lesz.