<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708</id><updated>2012-02-02T00:51:32.063+01:00</updated><category term='story'/><category term='HP'/><category term='Hungary'/><category term='curiosities'/><category term='personal'/><category term='news'/><category term='slovakia'/><category term='culture'/><category term='AIESEC'/><category term='world'/><category term='music'/><category term='games'/><category term='game'/><category term='Compaq 6735s'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='relaxing'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='smile'/><category term='be aware'/><category term='10000 lepes'/><category term='omega'/><category term='PC'/><category term='article'/><category term='fun'/><category term='health'/><category term='TED'/><category term='dance'/><title type='text'>Peti's life</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is used as a diary of my life. It is a mix of memories I don't want to forget and issues or topics I'm interested in. &lt;BR \&gt;
This article describes me sometimes extremely: &lt;a href="http://www.randsinrepose.com/archives/2007/11/11/the_nerd_handbook.html" &gt; &gt;&gt;The Nerd Handbook &lt;&lt; &lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-1816241569932140899</id><published>2009-05-31T21:17:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:51:28.889+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My visit to Bulgaria</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;p&gt;In March this year I went to Sofia, Bulgaria, to help with the organization of an AIESEC conference there. I spent 7 days there and flew the first time with an airplane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started as we arrived at the airport. Check-in was pretty easy and fast. We arrived more then an hour early, so I was waiting a lot at the airport. Slowly the time was passing by, and I was finally checked in. Learned that I can take my mp3 player aboard with me, so the trip back was a bit better. The first memorable experience was, when the pilot announced, that they have technical difficulties, so we will start later. At first 10 minutes later, then another 5, then a specialist will look at the case (one of the doors for the luggage couldn't be closed...). &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SiLd3vJrEbI/AAAAAAAACps/mwFKiHzu8Yw/s1600-h/above-clouds-50-size-photo-jeannie-belgrave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SiLd3vJrEbI/AAAAAAAACps/mwFKiHzu8Yw/s320/above-clouds-50-size-photo-jeannie-belgrave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342076057634410930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pilot already prepared us for the possibility, that we might have to change the plane, when it was fixed and we flew off. As I believe, that the security and technical standards need to be very high for a plane to be allowed to fly I wasn't nervous about it at all. Then we started to roll. The plane started to raise, and the feeling of sitting in a roller coaster calmed me – yes I know this feeling, everything is alright. Then I looked down, and as the houses grow smaller I started to believe I'm watching Google maps :P It was like I have experienced these feelings already. It was fine. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt; The blue sky above the clouds calmed me, but I believe, that looking up on a nice summer day the shade of blue is much nicer then up there. The next surprise was, when we started to sink, I saw a vast white surface. As I wasn't sure how high we were I though it was some kind of a plant, or manufacturing facility. I saw whiteness and black squares below me. Then after a minute or two I realized, that everything is covered with snow! And the squares are houses.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt; The landing in Sofia was perfect, no complications at all. And I was picked up by a very good friend, Didi, at the airport, who I thank this whole experience. I was taken for lunch, put down my luggage, so that the ex-socialistic countries do look alike, so I didn't feel to lost. Although it was a bit dirtier, then what I'm used to.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt; The first meal I had in Sofia was “Kavarma” with bread. Delicious.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt; In the afternoon I went with two AIESECers to a small restaurant, which served fish. I was surprised, that I could smell the fish already 2 blocks away from the restaurant, before I could even see the place. I'm not a big fan of fishes, because of a few bad experiences, but I enjoyed the small fishes, which were fried and served like a snack. The beer was fine, too, and we had a good talk. It seemed I left a good expression. :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt; The next day I took my first pictures in the center of Sofia. I was surprised when in one of the streets I found the quote below. Sándor Petőfi is the biggest Hungarian revolutionary poet. He was one of the people who started the Hungarian revolution against the Habsburg Monarchy in 1848. He got lost after a battle in 1949. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SiLbbV5-zQI/AAAAAAAACpk/gHFnLDT2DbM/s1600-h/Sofia+-+Petofi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SiLbbV5-zQI/AAAAAAAACpk/gHFnLDT2DbM/s320/Sofia+-+Petofi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342073370798116098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;The quote says: “Love and freedom is what I need. For love I sacrifice life. For freedom I sacrifice love.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SiLbM2acmeI/AAAAAAAACpc/NUwxv-EDAds/s1600-h/first+big+dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SiLbM2acmeI/AAAAAAAACpc/NUwxv-EDAds/s320/first+big+dinner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342073121826183650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;The dinner was perfect afterward. I order a 2 liter beer, cause I didn't know what they will bring me. I was not surprised, when I saw a jug, but a bit disappointed. I would had love to hold some kind of 2 liter glass. :P The think that I ate there was called mish-mash and said it was a specialty in Bulgaria. In Hungary we call it lecs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="sk-SK"&gt;ó, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;and I do believe almost every country has this dish, as it is quite simple to make (scrambled eggs with paprika, tomato, onion and spices).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt; &lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;I was accommodated that night with two facis at Zlaty's place. It was a great place to stay and we had the opportunity to eat some home made jam and a lot of lutenica. Lutenica is a mix of vegetables and spices which is sold in bottles in every supermarket. It tastes very fresh, and I'm very sorry there is none here in Slovakia. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt; &lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;The next day it was the first time the organizing committee of the conference met. The people were great. The fun thing was, that exactly when we finished our meeting there were fireworks above the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt; &lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;The first day of the conference started with a global village, where I started to perform a folk dance from Slovakia. It was horrible, when you take it from the view of a dancer, but the people enjoyed it and I had build up a small reputation for myself :P This was my first appearance before people, dancing folk dances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;The place we were was just beautiful! It is a red cross facility pretty close to Sofia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SiLe5_jBf6I/AAAAAAAACp0/dIMfhA0zNg4/s1600-h/sofia+LC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SiLe5_jBf6I/AAAAAAAACp0/dIMfhA0zNg4/s320/sofia+LC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342077195907071906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;During t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;he conference there were as usually some problems as also upsides. So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;me of the reasons of being in the various OC was for me to enjoy the team spirit, which builds up in a very short time, but is extremely strong at the end of the conference. To be able to stay calm in crisis situations and understand, that everything has a solution. To know where to be and when and last but bot least to smile. I do believe that I managed to learn all this. But I lost a bit of my enthusiasm on the way, which came from various adrenalin rushes, mainly, when there was no time for anything. But I loved the fact, that I work nonstop, when work is needed.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the right place also to thank my roommates for offering a helping hand anytime I needed some :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt; &lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;All in all the conference went fine, the people were satisfied, the parties were awesome. And I had my share of dancing. I even tried to show some people the folk dances I dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt; &lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;The last day was very said. With barely the money to pay for the taxi I checked in on the plain and with a tear in my eye I left the great people back, and wrote down the great memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Special thanks to: Didi, Vanya, Zlaty, Chris, Dave, Filip, Peter, Niki and Tina. I may not be the best person to hold contact with anybody, but I thank you for a lot of great memories and just give a note if I can help in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-1816241569932140899?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/1816241569932140899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=1816241569932140899' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/1816241569932140899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/1816241569932140899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-visit-to-bulgaria.html' title='My visit to Bulgaria'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SiLd3vJrEbI/AAAAAAAACps/mwFKiHzu8Yw/s72-c/above-clouds-50-size-photo-jeannie-belgrave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-831909958077578755</id><published>2009-05-31T01:48:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T02:04:13.361+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary of Awesomeness</title><content type='html'>In February I had two weeks of poor awesomeness, when everyday I just felt great! I don't know why I enjoyed life that much, but I'm definitely sure, that the my song list helped me a lot. So I just want to wright down my main reason why I felt fine those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;  Day 1. In all started on a Thursday, as I had dance classes the whole day long there was something to look forward to. This will be true for every Monday and Thursday... Afterwards we had a few beers with a few fellow dancers.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;  &lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SiHG1kktYnI/AAAAAAAACpE/NwOuFXXnZzU/s1600-h/krusovice_cerne_tmave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SiHG1kktYnI/AAAAAAAACpE/NwOuFXXnZzU/s320/krusovice_cerne_tmave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341769256691130994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 2-3. Big Pig! I went with some friends to the Czech Republic to an event called Big Pig. There we ate a whole pig on Saturday and Sunday in the morning. I met some old friends from the Czech Republic and made a few new ones. Outside it was a beautiful nature and a lot of snow. The kind you just drift away in its beauty. And of course, as usually, a lot of fine beer. The last party was also great with some drinking, a long evening dance, and then the drunk people singing text they don't even know. Something like a team building activity. On the way there we were drinking black Kru&lt;span lang="sk-SK"&gt;š&lt;/span&gt;ovice. It became my favorite brand of beer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;  Day 4. Traveling  back was also fine. The most stupid jokes seem hilarious when you are tired as hell. :) And the best part came, when we arrived in Bratislava. With Stoky and Kincho we sat down in a pub and started to call up friends, if they wouldn't want to join us. We started to call at 4pm, and went away at around 11pm. There were maybe more then 10 people coming on such a short notice, and all great people! Some I haven't seen for a while :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;  Day 5. Monday – after having a good sleep, was looking forward for the dance classes again :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SiHHOiWRD0I/AAAAAAAACpM/yqpZgcL1-4o/s1600-h/Queen_Band.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SiHHOiWRD0I/AAAAAAAACpM/yqpZgcL1-4o/s320/Queen_Band.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341769685590413122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 6. A once in a while opportunity. Having a queen night with a few fine bottles of wine. We were at Ivo's place watching a Queen concert, talking about music, and random stuff. Perfect night, I will have to organize such events in the future, when I will have a flat. A part of the truth is, that I've got lost on my way there. It took me 2 hours to get to his place instead of just 35 minutes. But exactly when I found the right street the song You Can't Always Get What You Want from the Rolling Stones started. It was a heavenly feeling: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X_Ji83e4mUA&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;  Day 7. Wednesday is teatime, at least once a month. And that's always a good enough reason to have a good day! :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;  Day 8. Thursday dance class!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;  Day 9. Meeting up with some classmates from my high school. Always a fun thing to do&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;  Day 10. Poker night with my brother&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;  Day 11. Peace and quite – a well deserved break.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;  Day 12. Monday Dance class!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;  Day 13. Dance house – which means teaching folk dances to the public – in this case Hungarian ones&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;  Day 14. Sushi night at a friends place&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;  Day 15. Thursday – dance class&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;  Day 16. AIESEC alumni meeting of my local committee. A perfect opportunity to chat with friends I haven't seen for ages&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;  Day 17. Jazz night in Dunajsk&lt;span lang="sk-SK"&gt;á&lt;/span&gt; Streda &lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="sk-SK"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;Slovakia's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="sk-SK"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="sk-SK"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;bass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="sk-SK"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-US"&gt;player.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SiHIUuOrenI/AAAAAAAACpU/7vteIxQH06U/s1600-h/awesomeness1152864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SiHIUuOrenI/AAAAAAAACpU/7vteIxQH06U/s320/awesomeness1152864.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341770891370658418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;AWESOMENESS&lt;br /&gt;"When I get sad, I stop being sad and be awesome instead. True story."&lt;br /&gt;Barney Stinson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                    &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;The playlist (songs from House MD, 1-3 season):&lt;br /&gt;Bird York – In The Deep&lt;br /&gt;Curtis Mayfield – Superfly&lt;br /&gt;Eddie Harris – Listen Here&lt;br /&gt;Gomez – See The World&lt;br /&gt;Joe Cocker – Feelin' Alright&lt;br /&gt;Joe Cocker – N'Oubliez Jamais&lt;br /&gt;Josh Ritter – Good Man&lt;br /&gt;Leon Russel – Stranger In A Strange Land&lt;br /&gt;Louise Armstrong – What A Wonderful World&lt;br /&gt;Lucinda Williams – Are You Alright&lt;br /&gt;Marc Cohn – One Safe Place&lt;br /&gt;Massive Attack – Teardrop&lt;br /&gt;Mazzy Star – Into Dust&lt;br /&gt;Michael Penn – Walter Reed&lt;br /&gt;Rolling Stones – You Can't Always Get What You Want&lt;br /&gt;Scott Joplin and George Gershwin– The Entertainer&lt;br /&gt;Solomon Burke – None Of Us Are Free&lt;br /&gt;The Gorillaz – Feel Good Inc.&lt;br /&gt;Zero 7 – In The Waiting Line  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-831909958077578755?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/831909958077578755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=831909958077578755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/831909958077578755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/831909958077578755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2009/05/diary-of-awesomeness.html' title='Diary of Awesomeness'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SiHG1kktYnI/AAAAAAAACpE/NwOuFXXnZzU/s72-c/krusovice_cerne_tmave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-2055361191467763668</id><published>2009-04-16T00:11:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T01:36:22.780+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hungary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10000 lepes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='omega'/><title type='text'>Favourite song for now - 10000 steps</title><content type='html'>Omega - 10000 lépés&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SeZezxTLM7I/AAAAAAAACnE/R7yoa9sTXF0/s1600-h/brohm+ridge-snow+steps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SeZezxTLM7I/AAAAAAAACnE/R7yoa9sTXF0/s320/brohm+ridge-snow+steps.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325047852912292786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tízezer lépés kéne csak,&lt;br /&gt;Tízezer boldogtalannak,&lt;br /&gt;Tízezer elfelejtett csók,&lt;br /&gt;Tízezerszer elszakított.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tízezer titkos, néma vád,&lt;br /&gt;Tízezer év nincs, hogy tisztázd,&lt;br /&gt;Tízezer szavad közénk áll,&lt;br /&gt;Tízezer vad országhatár.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tízezer lépés olyan sok,&lt;br /&gt;Tízezer lépésre vagyok,&lt;br /&gt;Tízezer lépésre ott vagy,&lt;br /&gt;Tízezer lépés kéne csak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omega - 10000 steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ten thousand steps are needed,&lt;br /&gt;For ten thousand wretched,&lt;br /&gt;Ten thousand forgotten kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Ten thousand times torn apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten thousand secret, silent accusation,&lt;br /&gt;Ten thousand years are not enough to clear them,&lt;br /&gt;Your ten thousand words stand between us,&lt;br /&gt;Ten thousand wild borders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten thousand steps are so many,&lt;br /&gt;I'm ten thousand steps away,&lt;br /&gt;You are behind ten thousand steps,&lt;br /&gt;Just ten thousand steps are needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zHBKDO6d-VA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zHBKDO6d-VA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one different but beautiful song (in English, not as good as the original, but enjoy) from Omega. They are going to play in Košice with The Scorpions next weekend and I can't be there, so I'm listening to them in the last days to have at least some culture inside me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dAuMg2-HHsc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dAuMg2-HHsc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-2055361191467763668?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/2055361191467763668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=2055361191467763668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/2055361191467763668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/2055361191467763668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2009/04/favourite-song-for-now-10000-steps.html' title='Favourite song for now - 10000 steps'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SeZezxTLM7I/AAAAAAAACnE/R7yoa9sTXF0/s72-c/brohm+ridge-snow+steps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-7603092106695067599</id><published>2009-04-11T02:08:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T02:25:50.800+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><title type='text'>Another short movie :)</title><content type='html'>A perfect short movie. 15 mins in total. A nice story a perfect mindset. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cbk980jV7Ao"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cbk980jV7Ao&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cbk980jV7Ao&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I hope I will be able to learn how to say such nice things to people. I'm usually criticizing people :(&lt;br /&gt;But I learned already how to smile much more, than 3-4 years ago. It is something in my hands, and I really try to use it. And if from time to time someone smiles back, isn't that a great feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; PS: by the way, the photographer Victoria's dog is called Peti, gave me another huge smile at the end of the movie :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-7603092106695067599?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/7603092106695067599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=7603092106695067599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/7603092106695067599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/7603092106695067599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-short-movie.html' title='Another short movie :)'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-6196101967629849591</id><published>2009-03-15T15:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T16:56:27.933+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What is our privacy? What do we trade it for?</title><content type='html'>I just read an article at ZDnet.com with the thinks that I'm thinking about. Here is the article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.zdnet.com/weblife/?p=338"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is privacy dead, or just very confused?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/Sb0hpRooiaI/AAAAAAAACmM/2_cU89ePDz0/s1600-h/600px-No_image_available.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/Sb0hpRooiaI/AAAAAAAACmM/2_cU89ePDz0/s320/600px-No_image_available.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313440128359238050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The article just asks the questions about our privacy on the internet. The thing we missed out in those last 10 years when the internet started to step into our lives and bombed us with newer possibilities and services was the time to sit down and think about it. In the general mindset of the people there is no shared understanding of what is appropriate to post/upload/share/tag in general. And I was very rarely in an open discussion about this topic in my surrounding, and that bothers me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about the on hand problems with tagging - you have no option to influence someone tagging you on a picture. While you can additionally remove the tag, the time between you noticing yourself tagged on an embracing post and actually taking steps against it can be already to late, not to mention the fact, that if you have a lot of common friends with the person who uploaded the pic, then it doesn't help much either...&lt;br /&gt;This is the side of a tagged person, on the other hand the person who took the pictures has to make a hard time creating permissions for just those people who he wants to share the pictures with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the possibilities in advertising and marketing are also huge. I like the idea, that Facebook implemented now, which gives me the opportunity to forbid applications to use me as a reference for advertising their services. (Like: Join MySuperApplication and do something to your friend Anonymous...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll need to sit down someday soon and get a clear point on the does and don't on all the social networks I use. You give something and you get something in exchange, but it would be stupid to share ones life with the internet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-6196101967629849591?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/6196101967629849591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=6196101967629849591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/6196101967629849591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/6196101967629849591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-is-our-privacy-what-do-we-trade-it.html' title='What is our privacy? What do we trade it for?'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/Sb0hpRooiaI/AAAAAAAACmM/2_cU89ePDz0/s72-c/600px-No_image_available.svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-3869513445723825029</id><published>2009-03-06T21:06:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:26:36.128+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>Dancing</title><content type='html'>I had a strange feeling the last 2 weeks. A part of the joy in dancing just disappeared. I made some mistakes, but mainly some kind of a spirit was missing, and I didn't know what the problem was. For a while I though the way I'm changing, with more and more experience my style of dancing changes and with it the excitement fades a bit. It was an unpleasant feeling.&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was talking to a new guy about dancing and what I have heard from others, while one particular sentence stuck in my mind. He sad something like this: "When I dance with a woman, there is nothing else on this world except of her. She is the thing that I desire the most, and I want to have her.". So before my last dance class I decided to dance for her and not for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SbGU-dUD33I/AAAAAAAACk8/B_o6KYr_zb0/s1600-h/szekely1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SbGU-dUD33I/AAAAAAAACk8/B_o6KYr_zb0/s320/szekely1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310189236388093810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This small change in mindset made me realize in some moments, that I behaved precise: "step, step, step, find your partner, catch her, now direct her to your right, and start again".  I wanted to get the perfect movement coordination. After that I told to myself to take more care about the stuff around me. I don't know if this change of thought changed my style of dancing, I just know that somewhere I payed more attention to my partner, I don't know if it was just a small sentiment that overcame me, I definitely want to find out. The fact is, when I cared, I felt more alive, more connected, like I dance with a person, while I was dancing before with a "thing".&lt;br /&gt;I'm deeply sorry for the time I didn't pay attention!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-3869513445723825029?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/3869513445723825029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=3869513445723825029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/3869513445723825029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/3869513445723825029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2009/03/dancing.html' title='Dancing'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SbGU-dUD33I/AAAAAAAACk8/B_o6KYr_zb0/s72-c/szekely1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-3560080936829597748</id><published>2009-03-03T10:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T10:54:32.534+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this music? Give me a break!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Gush, terrible! Give me a beer and two shots!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I just read the lyrics below on a friends blog, and though I know the song from somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you want it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You already got it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you thought it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It better be what you want"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; So I googled it out and found out it was from Madonna and Justin Timberlake (4 minutes)... At that point I had a bad feeling, but curiosity pushed me into listening into it. I remembered the few times I was clubbing on this song, where it was bearable, and remembered I always was with good friends and after a nice number of shots at that time. God bless I learned to ignore music as is in that state, and just drift away with the people around me!&lt;br /&gt; While listening to that "music" I couldn't find anything at all that would make me say, yes, that was good. A monotone bass in the background, a hornlike continuous sound in the foreground using the same old notes, as every other hit (I mean I don't have that good ears, but that is already a cliche). The "singing" has also no added value, except of the fact, that Madonna and JT are doing it.&lt;br /&gt; Please note the article is about the song itself, I do like some of Madonnas older songs, and I look up to her for what she accomplished, even this song is a good example of how good she can adopt to the needs of the listeners. If the folks want it, give it to them, but I can't feel any joy listening to this. And I would like to have better mainstream music... or internet radios. I like to search for new music, but it gets harder and harder to find something worth to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; PS: sorry, for everyone who likes the song. It definitely is catchy, but I see no value in this song, that could last longer than a summer rain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-3560080936829597748?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/3560080936829597748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=3560080936829597748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/3560080936829597748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/3560080936829597748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-this-music-give-me-break.html' title='Is this music? Give me a break!'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-2546066753702771512</id><published>2009-03-03T00:37:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T01:59:11.921+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='article'/><title type='text'>The Rocky is down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SayAxyt4xzI/AAAAAAAACk0/VL0WCHi9H7E/s1600-h/rmn.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 172px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SayAxyt4xzI/AAAAAAAACk0/VL0WCHi9H7E/s320/rmn.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308759653679154994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read in the news, that the first big news paper in the US closed down: The Rocky Mountain News, also called as the "our Rocky". 230 people lost their jobs. This year would have been the 150th birthday of the newspaper. In this occasions the coworkers made a small video (18 minutes + credits) about how it inflected their lives, their dreams. It is a well made movie, very sad with a small insight in how the news work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3390739&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3390739&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My opinion is based on my own deductions from Alvin Tofflers books: The Third Wave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part of the video that struck me, as I'm interested in the topic, is where they were talking about the fact, that the crisis in the news industry was new (less than 10 years old), and they couldn't find a successful business model to tackle the problem.&lt;br /&gt;While the rise of the internet as the main media and news provider/advertisement tool is really a problem that appeared just around a decade ago, the problems first hints about the struggle of the paper news providers was foretold already in the 70's.&lt;br /&gt;Toffler wrote, that already in the 70's individualization was an important change in the mindset of the people. This change led to a variety of new products we are enjoying now. Individualism and localization led also to the expansion of small local newspapers/weekly/monthly papers of an area, about a hobby. These small papers made it possible that the huge newspapers lost readers and needed to localize some parts of their papers to the regions they were sold to.&lt;br /&gt;I think this could have been the first warning to the media industry in general, and that they should have been more aware of possible changes. From that time on, individual projects kept appearing to appeal on the specific needs of customers, which were better to advertise for a selected group of people rather than to the major public.&lt;br /&gt;The first networks like the internet were created at that time.  Sci-fi like Star Trek was already produced in that era. The change in access to information could have been felt. Here the question is, what strategies where implemented to stay above the water, and what new ideas where they using to stay profitable. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  And for me it is even more surprising, when journalist talk about this unsuspected change... It is their work description.&lt;br /&gt;Though it is always easier to have a big mounth afterwards, and it is also true, that noone likes to see, how something they based their lives on slowly fades away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's late, I hope I wrote down some stuff, that made sense...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-2546066753702771512?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/2546066753702771512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=2546066753702771512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/2546066753702771512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/2546066753702771512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2009/03/rocky-is-down.html' title='The Rocky is down'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SayAxyt4xzI/AAAAAAAACk0/VL0WCHi9H7E/s72-c/rmn.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-8549123771458434394</id><published>2009-01-31T15:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T15:12:00.744+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace in the eye of the observer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SYRcHCloFyI/AAAAAAAACkU/DOqTmm4wIIM/s1600-h/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 496px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SYRcHCloFyI/AAAAAAAACkU/DOqTmm4wIIM/s320/smile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297460337718073122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-8549123771458434394?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/8549123771458434394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=8549123771458434394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/8549123771458434394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/8549123771458434394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2009/01/peace-in-eye-of-observer.html' title='Peace in the eye of the observer'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SYRcHCloFyI/AAAAAAAACkU/DOqTmm4wIIM/s72-c/smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-1599812544922290501</id><published>2009-01-11T18:07:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:54:25.823+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='article'/><title type='text'>Windows 7 download</title><content type='html'>The beta version of Windows 7 is available! The only thing needed is&lt;br /&gt;1.) a Windows Live account&lt;br /&gt;2.) patience to wait till the 3.15 GB data downloads.&lt;br /&gt;3.) IE 7 - at least I couldn't start the download with my usual browser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/windows/windows-7/beta-download.aspx"&gt;Link here.&lt;/a&gt; I don't know how long it will be available. Should be free for the first 2.5 million participants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;update: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windows 7 beta will be available till the 24th of January for everyone who wants to be a beta tester: &lt;a href="http://windowsteamblog.com/blogs/windows7/archive/2009/01/10/here-s-where-we-stand.aspx"&gt;http://windowsteamblog.com/blogs/windows7/archive/2009/01/10/here-s-where-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://windowsteamblog.com/blogs/windows7/archive/2009/01/10/here-s-where-we-stand.aspx"&gt;we-stand.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guide to make a Dual-Boot system with Vista or XP: &lt;a href="http://lifehacker.com/5126781/how-to-dual-boot-windows-7-with-xp-or-vista"&gt;http://lifehacker.com/5126781/how-to-dual-boot-windows-7-with-xp-or-vista &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SWov_3YsmzI/AAAAAAAACjo/rdZuHENbbNI/s1600-h/windows_7_leak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SWov_3YsmzI/AAAAAAAACjo/rdZuHENbbNI/s320/windows_7_leak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290093486545869618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the huge flop of Windows Vista (the moment they abandoned the cool project name Longhorn I knew it won't get good :P) Microsoft needs to continue to support Windows XP operation system, although they announced to end supporting the personal version at 1. January 2007 (not completely abandon the product, just cease updates and patches). Now Win XP SP2 will be supported till 13 July 2010, but is not sold anymore as an OEM with PC or by retail sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So MS needs to get back some of the trust of the users, which they lost after the introduction of Vista. A very nice way is also this campaign with free beta testing.   It is good for MS, as they get real-time feedback from enthusiasts by that getting a view from the outside, and if the new users will be satisfied, than they will get a better publicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will see how it ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-1599812544922290501?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/1599812544922290501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=1599812544922290501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/1599812544922290501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/1599812544922290501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2009/01/windows-7-download.html' title='Windows 7 download'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SWov_3YsmzI/AAAAAAAACjo/rdZuHENbbNI/s72-c/windows_7_leak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-6023809424312561822</id><published>2009-01-05T15:57:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:55:08.938+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Request for a lawyers advice</title><content type='html'>Question: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I agree&lt;/span&gt; to these terms of use, does that mean, that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can do whatever I want&lt;/span&gt; with my application in Facebook (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gathering user information, spaming...&lt;/span&gt;) without being taken to responsibility?&lt;br /&gt;(This is the "Term of service" for integrating applications into Facebook using the APIs, libraries and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;database&lt;/span&gt; information of Facebook - including requests for user information. Screencapture taken at 17:05:16 05.01.2009 from &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/developers/developers/tos.php"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/developers/developers/tos.php&lt;/a&gt; where the application register screens links - &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/developers/createapp.php"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/developers/createapp.php&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SWIuT1t_VJI/AAAAAAAACjg/_XbGTo5wCNg/s1600-h/Facebook_tos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 559px; height: 330px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SWIuT1t_VJI/AAAAAAAACjg/_XbGTo5wCNg/s400/Facebook_tos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287839830858749074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway, to use these features you need to have an identifier number, which you can obtain only if you have an fb account... And on that site you can find a valid link to the developer terms of use.&lt;br /&gt;And I would also add, that I haven't found quickly a link where I could report bugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-6023809424312561822?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/6023809424312561822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=6023809424312561822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/6023809424312561822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/6023809424312561822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2009/01/request-for-lawyers-advice.html' title='Request for a lawyers advice'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SWIuT1t_VJI/AAAAAAAACjg/_XbGTo5wCNg/s72-c/Facebook_tos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-18238316996902959</id><published>2008-12-27T01:34:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T13:25:57.353+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relaxing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>Relaxing flash games</title><content type='html'>The motion of the ocean, the birds twittering, watching a small waterfall, having a great tea with a shisha(water pipe). All these can calm a person down through all his senses. But we are living in a jungle of cement, steal, glass and silicon mostly. So in my case I definitely need some things that can give me a bit relaxation from time to time. The next games usually calm me down and give me a new perspective of life in a few seconds. All of them have the basic idea in common. A simple game principle, an almost empty screen, with just a few objects of interest and a perfect calm music in the background:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SVWF3NyzCjI/AAAAAAAACjY/BT5piba1klY/s1600-h/Auditorium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 144px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SVWF3NyzCjI/AAAAAAAACjY/BT5piba1klY/s320/Auditorium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284276921431165490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Auditorium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creator: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cipher prime studios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a game I found today. The idea of the game is to change the direction/color of the light in the direction of the (?) objects, so they make sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.playauditorium.com/"&gt;http://www.playauditorium.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The handling of the game is easy though it takes a few seconds to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SVV8mte901I/AAAAAAAACjI/Cydx9-a0MJc/s1600-h/music+catch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SVV8mte901I/AAAAAAAACjI/Cydx9-a0MJc/s320/music+catch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284266742275494738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music Catch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Creator: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reflexive.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;ou need to catch as many signs as possible. The yellow ones give you a multiplicator of your points and the red ones take the multiplicators away and the purple ones work as a huge vacuum cleaner :) The blue tiles are points. Basically you don't need to play at all the music in the background is exquisite! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reflexive.com/index.php?PAGE=WebGamePlay&amp;amp;WGID=94"&gt;http://www.reflexive.com/index.php?PAGE=WebGamePlay&amp;amp;WGID=94&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:&lt;br /&gt;Music catch continues with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music Catch 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Creator: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reflexive.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The principe is the same, new music pieces, and some small visual updates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reflexive.com/index.php?PAGE=WebGamePlay&amp;amp;WGID=182"&gt;http://www.reflexive.com/index.php?PAGE=WebGamePlay&amp;amp;WGID=182&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SVWBgTCS5sI/AAAAAAAACjQ/eDZI4TmW_IU/s1600-h/boomshine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 157px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SVWBgTCS5sI/AAAAAAAACjQ/eDZI4TmW_IU/s320/boomshine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284272129654843074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boomshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creator: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;k2xl.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just click a spot and watch the points expand. If you touched enough points you get to the next level. Very pleasing continuous music. This is the oldest game of these three, before the fancy animations could be used. In general this can be seen as an evolution of this kind of games :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.k2xl.com/games/boomshine/"&gt;http://www.k2xl.com/games/boomshine/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-18238316996902959?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/18238316996902959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=18238316996902959' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/18238316996902959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/18238316996902959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2008/12/relaxing-flash-games.html' title='Relaxing flash games'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SVWF3NyzCjI/AAAAAAAACjY/BT5piba1klY/s72-c/Auditorium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-8017103460027484007</id><published>2008-12-15T22:07:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:29:55.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>X-mas dinner in Banska Bystrica</title><content type='html'>I had a wonderful Friday last week. After the AIESEC conference called Highway I decided to go to Banska Bystrica. A good cover reason was to bring back the badge of a person :P The only think left was a good timing. And I got to know that on the 12. December they are organizing a x-mas dinner. Definitely a good opportunity to meet the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SUbIPrfnRhI/AAAAAAAACis/shum8viE5U0/s1600-h/BB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 129px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SUbIPrfnRhI/AAAAAAAACis/shum8viE5U0/s320/BB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280127784837400082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I arrived at the dorms at midnight after my dance classes and a few beers. Looked up on the internet, if by chance I got some information on how to get to the places at Banska Bystrica, as I had no idea were I will sleep, or meet the other people... So I got a small map, from which I tried to figure out were to go... Nice start, reminds me of the way how things are done in... AIESEC?  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after I woke up at 7:10 caught the bus at 9:30 arrived at 13:00, I was more then happy to get the wrong direction for 10 minutes... but after that everything went smooth. I put down my stuff at the dorms, and we went to the AIESEC BB office. I was never there before, but heard it was pretty big. Well not as big as the CUs office in 2004, but much bigger then it is now :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SUbKl8zBufI/AAAAAAAACi4/X3VdaJXNP08/s1600-h/bb_3474273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 493px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SUbKl8zBufI/AAAAAAAACi4/X3VdaJXNP08/s320/bb_3474273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280130366462605810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit afraid how the people there will treat me. I knew 2-3 people from the LC, and most of them just left when I arrived. So I introduced myself quickly with the belief, that I will forget all the names as soon as I hear the last one... And it happened that way :P So I started a few random conversations with the people around me and it was fine, except of the fact that this is a beautiful LC, I really quickly realized how friendly the people are. They decided to make in the first hour or so just random postcards, so I was painting in my random style...&lt;br /&gt;I will maybe upload some pictures. As I can't paint, I use to make easy drawings and connect them... You'll see you'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SUbTamnGCsI/AAAAAAAACjA/7YjZxzTRZeg/s1600-h/angyal+a+holdon.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SUbTamnGCsI/AAAAAAAACjA/7YjZxzTRZeg/s320/angyal+a+holdon.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280140067133065922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Except of that I was watching old slovak fairytales, and in this atmosphere I got the feeling of being 4-5 years old and waiting for Jesus to bring the presents (in these parts of the world it is the little Jesus who brings the x-mas presents :) ). Once my grandfather asked me if I have seen the leg of a little angel just flying out of the window, as we stepped into the room with the x-mas tree. I believed I saw a small white figure just disappearing - most propably the curtains - and I believe till now that it was the leg of an angel... Nice memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we continued with some games, a small visit at the x-mas markets and then going back to the dormitories, having a tea, some more games then the x-mas dinner (with traditional kapustnica) and a small award giving ceremony. Then we left to have a party till 4 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to add, there is not much I could write down, as my feelings from happiness come from the people around me, who were so friendly and open, that I felt from the first seconds like I would know them for ages. It filled me with joy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except of that from the x-mas dinner I met a lot of old friends I haven't been talking to for a while. I realized again, that I need a few more topics of interest/specialization, what I could study and influences people in general. In the last days I was studying some social network services (facebook, linkedin etc.), and seems pretty interesting where these technologies are leading us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the end a short story about how easy it is to get away from BB, too... I have spent a bit more money, then I anticipated, so at the end when I got to the bus station, I had a good timing - the bus just arrived, but I didn't had enough money... Thank god I had food vouchers and a friendly guy (now he's friendly, during the negociations he didn't like the idea :)), who gave me money for the food vocheurs. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another party on Saturday night! Had to sleep a lot before that! :) I'm very sorry, that I didn't had my camera with me = no pictures :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: the picture with the angel and the moon was taken from this &lt;a href="http://szemiramisz.freeblog.hu/"&gt;site &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-8017103460027484007?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/8017103460027484007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=8017103460027484007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/8017103460027484007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/8017103460027484007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2008/12/x-mas-dinner-in-banska-bystrica.html' title='X-mas dinner in Banska Bystrica'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SUbIPrfnRhI/AAAAAAAACis/shum8viE5U0/s72-c/BB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-7301787383148597457</id><published>2008-12-10T17:24:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T16:26:53.861+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Compaq 6735s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HP'/><title type='text'>Technical stuff</title><content type='html'>I got a new notebook one month ago. Extremely happy with it despite the huge amount of frustration it brought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just happened, that I got my book, one day before AIESEC Slovakias national conference.  So it was a perfect timing, and I could take a lot of different stuff from the conference because of this - music, pictures, etc. This is definitely one thing on the bright side, I need to learn to complain less :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before all the bitching I need to say that I'm quite satisfied with my notebook after one month of usage. It looks stylish :) Is fast, quiet, doesn't overheat, I got used to the keyboard very quickly.  It seems it definitely fits my needs for 15000Skk - 500Eur (+ 2000Skk for OS). What is a bit more expensive that the cheapest brands I had heard many complains about (Acer and ASUS).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/ST_7yE4qrKI/AAAAAAAAChs/8BUfyKia8mw/s1600-h/hp_compaq_6730s_notebook_pc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/ST_7yE4qrKI/AAAAAAAAChs/8BUfyKia8mw/s320/hp_compaq_6730s_notebook_pc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278214126024961186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the TECHNICAL difficulties with my HP Compaq 6735s with 32bit Vista Home Basic (if someone would google this post):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Sound problems:&lt;/span&gt; during the hole first month I had problems with the sound. Approximately every minute once the speakers were making a strange noise, like if someone would touch a microphone. Even if I didn't do anything on the machine. &lt;text decoration="line-through"&gt;It happened pretty sporadically. In the 4th week it was almost unbearable, and then it simply stopped, and the sound is now clear (as clear it might be from the speakers of a notebook :))&lt;br /&gt;Possible solution:&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the system downloaded some updates, and it solved the problem.&lt;text&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see that the problem appeared again, I discovered that it comes only when the WiFi and Bluetooth are activated. I plan to reinstall the whole system with Win XP and Win 7 (dual system). I will see if the drivers were properly installed or if the problems still occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Change of brightness of the screen without an apparent reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the sound was working fine, something new had to appear... After thinking about the problem a bit and remembering, that by pulling out the power cord the brightness usually changes. By following this lead I discovered that the system without notifying me switches between the power plans (Control Panel -&gt; Power Option). It usually changes my original option to a higher one.&lt;br /&gt;So first, in this case what do you do to feel comfortable - change all power option to the same settings. During this I noticed, that in my own settings the processor works on a maximum of 70%. So I figured, that when the system had to run to many programs, it automatically switches to a different power option, so the PC didn't get clumsy. I didn't find any online reference about this, but it sounds reasonable... and is pretty annoying when your screen starts to blink back on you...&lt;br /&gt;This would also explain why sometimes my PC has on the same amount of battery different amount of expected battery life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really decide if this is a good or a bad feature. When I use my notebook as a normal desk PC it is definitely a good approach, but when I'm on the road and need to have a long battery life more then speed then I don't want this option. The thing that bothers me is, that I don't have control about this feature, only if I set all the power plans on the same settings... Though maybe more expensive versions of Vista don't have such problems... Maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. No OS CD came with the notebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People told me and it is usually the mindset of the people I would say in these parts of the world, that if it didn't come packed, then the people don't miss it.&lt;br /&gt;As I was working for 5 months in Dell on technical support for german speaking countries, I knew, that the CD/DVD belonged to me. So I called the technical hotline of HP, got redirected to the Czech Republic - the language is similar, anyway - after 10 minutes and 3 coworkers I got my answer: Even though I didn't buy my laptop through HP I'm entitled to have the media, they directed me to a website, were I should add some details about the product I bought, send some copies of the receipt and an address where they should send it and I will get what I want. They assured me more then once, when I asked, that this transaction won't cost me anything. Although on the site it says something about 250Czk (around 10Euros) for postal taxes... We will see what happens... I remember some similar experience in Dell, and if the media was asked for afterwards, they had to pay the postal cost, though they could choose during the reservation if they want a media or not, what I couldn't in this case...&lt;br /&gt;I will know the answer next year :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all now, I already look forward for the hours spent copying my data to a diffenrent hard disk, when I will reinstall my windows and create some new partitions for the new OSs and data. I like to format my harddisk and reinstall my stuff once every 3/4 year, and partitions are a blessing for that work! :)&lt;/text&gt;&lt;/text&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-7301787383148597457?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/7301787383148597457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=7301787383148597457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/7301787383148597457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/7301787383148597457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2008/12/technical-stuff.html' title='Technical stuff'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/ST_7yE4qrKI/AAAAAAAAChs/8BUfyKia8mw/s72-c/hp_compaq_6730s_notebook_pc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-4151418536588577729</id><published>2008-12-06T03:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T03:13:15.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Láska = Love (in Slovak)</title><content type='html'>This is a small video I found last week on one of biggest Slovakian newspapers webpage. I miss this poetic way of expression from my daily life, though I would prefer it in Hungarian, this little video made me dream... As I think of myself as a romantic pessimist the topic fits me well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The video is in my eyes made in high quality, the texts and audio is very harmonic. Good job... hope they've got the rights to publish such a masterpiece :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.sme.sk/videoplay/6809/"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-4151418536588577729?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/4151418536588577729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=4151418536588577729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/4151418536588577729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/4151418536588577729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2008/12/lska-love-in-slovak.html' title='Láska = Love (in Slovak)'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-87894362395113936</id><published>2008-11-01T21:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T21:27:05.932+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My grandfathers stories...</title><content type='html'>In the old days, just after the world war two, Bratislava (Pozsony, Pressburg) was a city that spoke three languages: German, Hungarian and Slovak. It was a mixed population because Austrians (who speak German) and Hungarians ruled the country before the first world war, and Slovaks after the war. He was telling a lot of short stories, about his friends who spoke all those three languages perfectly. As good, that he could even interpret jokes... It became a measurement for me to decide how good one can speak foreign languages + how quick someone's mind can improvise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One of the stories he told us, and left on me the biggest impression was from his childhood. Once an airplane was shot down above his village. He was a teenager during the WWII. He went to the site and saw the wreck. The pilot was not able to catapult out of the plane anymore. He saw a long bloody, brainy line which leaded to a haystack, with the remains of the dead body. He never forgot the site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In another story he told about the socialistic Slovakia. He studied as a dentist in Bratislava. He met my grandmother there, and they fell in love. After he finished the university he wanted to practice as a dentist near his hometown, where he had his friends, family and the Hungarian community. There is still a huge Hungarian community in the south of Slovakia.&lt;br /&gt; A way to try to assimilate Hungarians at that time was to send the educated people as far away as possible. He was assigned a working place in the middle of Slovakia, as he went to ask for a different place he was transferred even further away. So he went there to work, and traveled back every weekend to my grandmother. He traveled half a year there and back, just to be with my grandmother.&lt;br /&gt; As usually in the socialism corruption was the right way. My grandmother went to the office a thousand times, when her father finally gave her money. She put the money on the table, when a stranger came in out of the door and put some files on the money (coincidence?). She then hoped, that the bribe was successful. And it was. It took another bribe for my grandfather to get at the place he wanted, but those are only details... His strong will gave him what he needed, as in so many stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He had also a lot of stories about spies. One of the ways socialism held its power was, that you could never know who is a spy from your friends. The secret police could come to you any time, interrogate you on a false suspect and send you to Siberia to work (only a few people came back from there, and no one knew how long their going to be there) or make you a spy (=informer) also.  As an informer you had to write down, what you were talking about with some specified people. There was no need in this system to have a lot of informers, the knowledge, that they were some made the people very suspicious to others. He told a story about losing some of his friends to the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In my mind he will live on as a strong man, who knew what he wanted, and acted upon that. His life was defined by his work, it managed to let him live on. He understood the people, and had a lot of friends. He loved his nationality, his hometown, his family. He was a good man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; on the 13.September 2008, in the age of 78 years, my grandfather died of lung cancer. May he rest in peace, next to the God, he believed so strong in his life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-87894362395113936?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/87894362395113936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=87894362395113936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/87894362395113936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/87894362395113936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-grandfathers-stories.html' title='My grandfathers stories...'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-7394729223847033285</id><published>2008-09-26T23:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T23:59:21.954+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Say thank you once in a while</title><content type='html'>And ask for it from those who you trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" width="432" height="285" id="VE_Player" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.videoegg.com/ted2/flash/loader.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="bgColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;file=http://static.videoegg.com/ted/movies/LauraTrice_2008-embed-Nokia_high.flv&amp;amp;autoPlay=false&amp;amp;fullscreenURL=http://static.videoegg.com/ted/flash/fullscreen.html&amp;amp;forcePlay=false&amp;amp;logo=&amp;amp;allowFullscreen=true"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.videoegg.com/ted2/flash/loader.swf" flashvars="bgColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;file=http://static.videoegg.com/ted/movies/LauraTrice_2008-embed-Nokia_high.flv&amp;amp;autoPlay=false&amp;amp;fullscreenURL=http://static.videoegg.com/ted/flash/fullscreen.html&amp;amp;forcePlay=false&amp;amp;logo=&amp;amp;allowFullscreen=true" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" scale="noscale" wmode="window" width="432" height="285" name="VE_Player" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-7394729223847033285?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/7394729223847033285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=7394729223847033285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/7394729223847033285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/7394729223847033285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2008/09/say-thank-you-once-in-while.html' title='Say thank you once in a while'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-8553029774602954175</id><published>2008-09-13T02:12:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T03:29:01.650+02:00</updated><title type='text'>External memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is just a short note for myself... this short poem, which I know exists in many languages, and comes most propably from the English language is one of the few poems that stuck in my head so strong, that I still remember it. So I want to write it here to not forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;János bácsi a csatában,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;János bácsi a csatában,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;János bácsi a csatában,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elesett egy fűszállban!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arra járt egy indiánus,&lt;br /&gt;Arra járt egy indiánus,&lt;br /&gt;Arra járt egy indiánus,&lt;br /&gt;És szívébe lándzsát szúrt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;János bácsi testét kukacok eszik,&lt;br /&gt;János bácsi testét kukacok eszik,&lt;br /&gt;János bácsi testét kukacok eszik,&lt;br /&gt;És az egyik felkiált!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaj de büdös ez a János,&lt;br /&gt;Jaj de büdös ez a János,&lt;br /&gt;Jaj de büdös ez a János,&lt;br /&gt;Ez a lábát nem mossa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it was never easy for me to turn down a request, I won't do it this time neighter. After making a quick search around this songs history, I found out the original song comes from the USA and is called: John Brown's Body (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Brown%27s_Body"&gt;click here for wikipedia entry&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nvRZXdWjloo"&gt;here for youtube video&lt;/a&gt;). Now it is a bit more painful to translate the text as it is definitely not as glorious as the original one was, I would say quite the opposite is true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle John in the battle&lt;br /&gt;fell over a leaf of grass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Indian went that way&lt;br /&gt;And stab a spear in his heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worms eat the body of Uncle John&lt;br /&gt;When one of them screams out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How stinky this John is,&lt;br /&gt;He must have never washed his legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely remember this song, because I though it was funny, and still have to smile when remembering it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;100 forintnak 50 a fele&lt;br /&gt;Egye meg a fészkes fekete fene&lt;br /&gt;Nem lehet az ember fából&lt;br /&gt;Ki kell rúgni a hámfából!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azt mondják hogy részeges vagyok,&lt;br /&gt;Pedig csak a jó bort szeretem nagyon!&lt;br /&gt;Megverem a csizmám szárát&lt;br /&gt;Csókolom a babám száját!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kecskémnek nagy szakálla van&lt;br /&gt;Az én anyósomnak nagy pofája van&lt;br /&gt;Rusnya állat mind a kettő&lt;br /&gt;Verje meg a jeges eső&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-8553029774602954175?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/8553029774602954175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=8553029774602954175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/8553029774602954175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/8553029774602954175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2008/09/external-memory.html' title='External memory'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-2933029846084530836</id><published>2008-09-12T20:32:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T20:44:30.559+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace in the eye of the observer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SMq3TZFOLMI/AAAAAAAABvc/MHLUf7I3C0c/s1600-h/Mieguszowiecka-Dolina-1-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SMq3TZFOLMI/AAAAAAAABvc/MHLUf7I3C0c/s400/Mieguszowiecka-Dolina-1-small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245206259804548290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was waiting in a line this week for hours when I saw one of natures most beautiful wonders. I looked in front of me and I drifted away...&lt;br /&gt;I was in a valley. Everywhere around me mountains reaching up to the sky. Full of live. My body wanted to climb them... Near my path between the trees and flowers birds were singing. On the way up a small reflection of light blinded me, so I turned and slowly, cautiously approached the light. It came from a small cave. When I enter it, I saw a small underground lake being lit by the morning sun. I sat down for a few minutes to enjoy the sight and moved on. Slowly moving up the hill the forest got thicker, my strength faded slowly, while my wish to get up grew stronger every second. After a while I slowly lifted my head and looked around. I was at the top. Happy. I spotted my soul on the horizon...&lt;br /&gt;I was in a valley. Everywhere around me mountains reaching up to the sky. Such a perfect blue sky. No clouds to disturb the view. I closed my eyes for a second, while my soul slowly elevated up to the sky. When I opened my eyes I saw how I slowly pass the mountains behind me. I wished to have wings. I felt a small warmness on my back and my wish came true. I grew wings. I started to fly in circles. A bliss overwhelmed me. The seconds felt like an eternity.&lt;br /&gt;Then I looked down and saw my self in the waiting line... I should have maybe said something. Something like:&lt;br /&gt;"Please deliver my sincere acknowledgment to your parents, for these are the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-2933029846084530836?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/2933029846084530836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=2933029846084530836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/2933029846084530836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/2933029846084530836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2008/09/peace-in-eye-of-observer_12.html' title='Peace in the eye of the observer'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SMq3TZFOLMI/AAAAAAAABvc/MHLUf7I3C0c/s72-c/Mieguszowiecka-Dolina-1-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-4541336573135992811</id><published>2008-09-12T02:55:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T03:22:24.340+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace in the eye of the observer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(by clicking on the picture you get the high-res photo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The fields around Dunajska Streda in July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SMnBH2isK4I/AAAAAAAABvM/PDWI1moXu5g/s1600-h/P7190205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 534px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SMnBH2isK4I/AAAAAAAABvM/PDWI1moXu5g/s320/P7190205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244935581693913986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A feather in a forrest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SMnAb6dSaOI/AAAAAAAABvE/JdU1hJQXvnI/s1600-h/P7190195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SMnAb6dSaOI/AAAAAAAABvE/JdU1hJQXvnI/s320/P7190195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244934826830751970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An explosion of colors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SMm_Ek6nrJI/AAAAAAAABu8/2O7vwSwjPRI/s1600-h/P8280018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SMm_Ek6nrJI/AAAAAAAABu8/2O7vwSwjPRI/s320/P8280018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244933326399581330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps: dedicated to Elise and her Moments of peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-4541336573135992811?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/4541336573135992811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=4541336573135992811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/4541336573135992811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/4541336573135992811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2008/09/peace-in-eye-of-observer.html' title='Peace in the eye of the observer'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SMnBH2isK4I/AAAAAAAABvM/PDWI1moXu5g/s72-c/P7190205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-338226091800172207</id><published>2008-08-25T19:57:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:41:21.969+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Szőttes folk dance camp 2008</title><content type='html'>From the 4th of August till the 10th I was in Várhosszúrét (Search for : Krásnohorská Dlhá Lúka) near Rozsnyó (Rožňava) which lies in east Slovakia. I was attending a folk dance camp there with a good friend of mine, Gábor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start from the beginning on: in June on a short notice I started to visit a Hungarian folk dance group called Szőttes (twice a week 2-3 hours). And there, as they wanted us to join the group, we were motivated to come to this camp, as we would learn a lot there. When it was clear that I won't get my internship trough IAESTE to Spain I was happy that I have at least something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SLMQyBCDA3I/AAAAAAAABu0/gqq3181MnmU/s1600-h/IMG_5658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SLMQyBCDA3I/AAAAAAAABu0/gqq3181MnmU/s320/IMG_5658.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238549243018543986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were sleeping in tents, had a great weather (it rained just on Monday and Saturday). The little village and the mountains around it were breathtaking. It was like beeing stuck in time. The calm surrounding with the traditional carvings. One of the local pubs was having a traditional design. But of course one of the local shops and the local "house of culture" (the place where the cultural presentations used to be in a village during socialism - concerts, presentations, meetings) where having the typical minimalistic construction. Most probably they were built during the socialism. Nevertheless those were insignificant in the whole picture of the village. The small Hungarian community gave me a very pleasant feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The program - 6 days 3+3 hours of dancing a day + during the night there was a dance house. We learned traditional Hungarian dances from two regions (Mátyusföldi and Kalotaszegi). We started with the Kalotaszegi (from the village Bogártelek) dances. They were according to me much easier then the Matyusföldi dances, though the second one is much more fun :) Of course we learnded just the basics of these dances, but it was very interesting for me to see the little differences in them. Also the character of the Matyusföldi dance catched me. It was very much like a game, with a lot of moves, were you change get away, got close, run away, court your partner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bogartelki dance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aCtFcZkGyN0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aCtFcZkGyN0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is definitely more fun when you're there ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem with the whole show was, that I had an inflamation of my right ear the whole time, so no alcohol, nor staying up long through the night for me :( Definitely missed a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course from time to time the question popped in my mind why so few people are interested in folk dances nowadays, when it is so much fun. Somewhere on the way to the 21th century people were having so many new things around them that they forgot the old ways. Thank god I was never a type of a guy who just walked with the stream, and figured, that there is much more to see and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pictures here: &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hajdupeti/SzottesTabor2008"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/hajdupeti/SzottesTabor2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-338226091800172207?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/338226091800172207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=338226091800172207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/338226091800172207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/338226091800172207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2008/08/szttes-folk-dance-camp-2008.html' title='Szőttes folk dance camp 2008'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SLMQyBCDA3I/AAAAAAAABu0/gqq3181MnmU/s72-c/IMG_5658.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-2163564338257236207</id><published>2008-08-18T15:13:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T19:03:38.910+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A small movie</title><content type='html'>12 minutes (+titles), a short movie when you don't know what to do... It's called: Our Time Is Up from the director &lt;span&gt;Rob Pearlstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a psychologist who gets to know, that he has six weeks to live and so decided to tell the truth...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vso9iPIpeu8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vso9iPIpeu8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminded me of a TED talk I saw recently, about positive psychology, where the guest presenter says, that he wanted to make miserable people happy with psychology. But he got only to the point where he got the people in a state of emptiness. This is where he started to search why people are happy. See what they found out till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" id="VE_Player" align="middle" height="285" width="432"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.videoegg.com/ted2/flash/loader.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="bgColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;file=http://static.videoegg.com/ted/movies/MartinSeligman_2004-embed-[None]_high.flv&amp;amp;autoPlay=false&amp;amp;fullscreenURL=http://static.videoegg.com/ted/flash/fullscreen.html&amp;amp;forcePlay=false&amp;amp;logo=&amp;amp;allowFullscreen=true"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.videoegg.com/ted2/flash/loader.swf" flashvars="bgColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;file=http://static.videoegg.com/ted/movies/MartinSeligman_2004-embed-[None]_high.flv&amp;amp;autoPlay=false&amp;amp;fullscreenURL=http://static.videoegg.com/ted/flash/fullscreen.html&amp;amp;forcePlay=false&amp;amp;logo=&amp;amp;allowFullscreen=true" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" scale="noscale" wmode="window" name="VE_Player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="285" width="432"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you living a happy life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-2163564338257236207?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/2163564338257236207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=2163564338257236207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/2163564338257236207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/2163564338257236207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2008/08/small-movie.html' title='A small movie'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-4915185025233563722</id><published>2008-07-29T02:17:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T02:29:49.008+02:00</updated><title type='text'>How politics work</title><content type='html'>After the last elections in Slovakia, the political party SMER-SD with it's leader Fico got the best results. After the elections I have seen the small video clip below, which pretty nicely describes his tactic between the voters, and works marvelously. Czechs made a lot of good movies during the socialism, some extrelmy funny ones, and some with words of wisdom like this. I tried to translate it from czech... I had my difficulties in the process, but hopefully it understandable :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y7gKD8H-ckU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y7gKD8H-ckU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa: What is our strategy for the campaign before the elections?&lt;br /&gt;Candidate: ...&lt;br /&gt;G: That everyone should have everything. Am I right?&lt;br /&gt;C: Yeah, of course.&lt;br /&gt;G: Every dumb ass knows that. But, what strategy to use to get to this? ... Come on, say it. ... So that everyone won't have anything.&lt;br /&gt;C: No way!&lt;br /&gt;G: Yeah. We just won't tell anyone. Just like you can't allow anyone to think, that you don't understand something. Your the head of the city, that means that you understand everything!&lt;br /&gt;C: But I can't do that!&lt;br /&gt;G: I know that to, but you can't let that show! See, the only thing you really must know is, that you need to know something about everybody... But be aware! Most importantly with those people who understand this.&lt;br /&gt;C: Gramps, were did you take this from?..&lt;br /&gt;G: ..and be careful! With the nit witted people be gracious! Show them that, that anything the clever people say is complete idiocy! Cause you can't argue with those who understand it, so you'll hurt your reputation! Because if you don't have the aggrieved, the harmed and the incompetent on your side, then you won't get far. Remember that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0395793/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title of the movie: Tri chlapi v chalupe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-4915185025233563722?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/4915185025233563722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=4915185025233563722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/4915185025233563722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/4915185025233563722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-politics-work.html' title='How politics work'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-5170986440077633348</id><published>2008-07-20T03:10:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T03:28:35.242+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Deevastating icy rain</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago there was a huge icy rain in here. In a near city it had horrifying effects (roof, cars destroyed). I was home, we had "just" nut sized ice pieces falling down... at my grandparents place the ice stayed for another half an hour in the garden. I didn't make pictures from my grandparents garden before the accident just this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SIKTKNTLPDI/AAAAAAAABiw/0Eui7_6w62E/s1600-h/06072008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 512px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SIKTKNTLPDI/AAAAAAAABiw/0Eui7_6w62E/s320/06072008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224900321281260594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were there to cut the wine, cause there were to many fruits (are they called bunches?) on them. Just 1 day before the rain :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The garden afterward:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SIKTnzsAHtI/AAAAAAAABi4/8TBk6JyFqYY/s1600-h/08072008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 507px; height: 380px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SIKTnzsAHtI/AAAAAAAABi4/8TBk6JyFqYY/s320/08072008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224900829802143442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SIKUCyc5GpI/AAAAAAAABjQ/SNITUNT2zM4/s1600-h/08072008%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 510px; height: 383px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SIKUCyc5GpI/AAAAAAAABjQ/SNITUNT2zM4/s320/08072008%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224901293326801554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SIKToC__IgI/AAAAAAAABjI/VfOoz3JRMT8/s1600-h/08072008%28005%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 558px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SIKToC__IgI/AAAAAAAABjI/VfOoz3JRMT8/s320/08072008%28005%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224900833912496642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-5170986440077633348?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/5170986440077633348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=5170986440077633348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/5170986440077633348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/5170986440077633348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2008/07/deevastating-icy-rain.html' title='Deevastating icy rain'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SIKTKNTLPDI/AAAAAAAABiw/0Eui7_6w62E/s72-c/06072008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-5973122878375817211</id><published>2008-07-20T00:43:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T03:10:35.772+02:00</updated><title type='text'>That time when I prelonged my stay in Bratislava</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A small reminder of a few beautiful days in Bratislava this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few days ago one of my best friends visited Bratislava for a few days(he lives on the other end of Slovakia), so there was a need of meeting him. In Slovakia you usually try to find a good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;fake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;reason to meet up (or go for a drink) with people.&lt;/span&gt; In this case he wanted to give me my birthday present. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After failing to solve some thinks out in Bratislava I met with the guys at around 5pm. With him there was also Pivet a German girl and her Romanian boyfriend (with whom naturally we had a fight about Trianon and the Hungarians living in Romania. I'm pretty sure that I've picked the fight. Now that I think of it, he may have had no real overview about the matter, but had enough national pride to defend his nation by saying the same argument over and over again... Will need to focus more on reading peoples behaviour, was never good at it, but maybe now it will work better :) ). Afterwards also Petkan joined us. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we went to Slovak pub, ate from all kind of Slovak specialities. Then I had a meeting with old friends from AIESEC (something like a CU alumnie meeting), but had just 45 mins. before my bus left from to my hometown... At least I thought I would like to catch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SIKN0hNCt4I/AAAAAAAABio/5m_eXa35eqE/s1600-h/rapid2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 166px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SIKN0hNCt4I/AAAAAAAABio/5m_eXa35eqE/s320/rapid2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224894451108984706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The fact was, that I had nothing to do at home. This gave a very good position for Luki for convincing me to stay, what he used out... At the end we grabbed a few more beers and stayed at Petkans flat that night. After 3 of us drunk around 4 liters of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mulled_wine"&gt;mulled  wine&lt;/a&gt; (The wine was pretty much undrinkable before boiling and adding some special Tesco mulled wine spices :) So for you to know, if you come to Slovakia and want to buy bad wine it is pretty easy to find them in shops, because it is cheap and is in plastic bottles or cartons...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing our tail the next day was pretty calm as Luki had stomach ache, and I wanted to go home to eat properly... Yes, wanted to, but as easily as yesterday I was persuaded to stay.  We had a quite day, having a good talk in the city with Janie. Never had an opportunity to hear her out till now, what I do regret now. Quite an interesting person with a good taste of humor.(I write this here cause it is unsure when I'll meet her again.)&lt;br /&gt;Then went back to Petkans apartment and killed time.&lt;br /&gt;I went afterward to Doms beer pong party. Was as good as it used to be one year ago, but there are now again a lot of people I don't know, and won't have a chance to get to know for a while. Which made me realize, that I'm now in the same situation Sherisse was telling me about half a year ago, and heard also from a lot more people: there comes a time, when you get tired of getting to know new people and not being able to rely on the fact that they will be around even after you made a strong bound to them. It is definitely a hard thing and I'm not sure how I'll handle this situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left early from Doms party. I haven't seen Luki for ages as he was in Australia, and he planes to leave again for an internship in Europe. I got back at around 11pm, and we were singing till 1am :) Luki was playing mostly Pink Floyd songs on his guitar + I will need to learn Hey Joe again in Hungarian... Awesome experience, as I'm a fan of such events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the next day easy... Watching a movie, just chilling and as usually I wanted to get home with a bus at 7pm. We went to the "beach", had a drink and went to the Slovak pub to meet an ex-intern who was in Slovakia in 2001/02. It must have been a lot of fun having her around, we had a lot of good talks, there were a lot of people I haven't met for ages (alumni meeting number 2 :)) We finished at around 1pm. We were going again to Petkans apartmant (yep, was convinced to stay again... but wait for the twist...), when I suddenly realized that I forgot my bag and the flowers for my mother in the pub! While running back I realized that at around 2pm there should be a bus going home. Now I know 2:15, bus stop 11... Thou these facts were unknown at that moment, so I waited at the usual spot (at the other end of the station), and nothing came, so I called a cab and went to sleep with the others again :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SIKHnZHnBbI/AAAAAAAABig/tGUwn0LuzNE/s1600-h/P1070096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 169px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SIKHnZHnBbI/AAAAAAAABig/tGUwn0LuzNE/s320/P1070096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224887628530648498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day I missed my bus again, and waited for 2 hours for the next bus to come, luckily Vaida was waiting with his brother at the bus station also, so I made them company. They met another Lithuanian girl, with whom they were talking afterwards. In a nice sleepy state I was able to listen to the Lithuanian language, remembered YouCan in 2004 and listening to Spanish and Portugese people :) I liked it. (On the photo, there am I with the same clothes for 3 days... Which were spend with friends and in a very good atmosphere, I definitely smile in my heart ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two more things I want to mention.&lt;br /&gt;The perfect cooking skills of Pivet, though there were meals, which are easy to prepare, the taste was marvelous! Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;And the few hours spent talking with Nadja, who I discovered lives in the same flat where we were staying. It was nice to her speak about annoying neightbors, dogs, german comedians and studies. Looking forward for the next opportunity!&lt;br /&gt;As a lot of years in my life I was spending before the German television (we had satelite). I've got a quite good German vocabulary from those days + a piece of German culture just stick on me. Talking to her makes me get nostalgic feelings, spicing up the talks to an interesting person even more :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all! Looking forward to meeting you again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-5973122878375817211?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/5973122878375817211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=5973122878375817211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/5973122878375817211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/5973122878375817211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2008/07/that-time-when-i-prelonged-my-stay-in.html' title='That time when I prelonged my stay in Bratislava'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SIKN0hNCt4I/AAAAAAAABio/5m_eXa35eqE/s72-c/rapid2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-2543357685141169468</id><published>2008-07-14T21:04:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T21:11:53.397+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tesco curiosities - Red Fruit Flavour?</title><content type='html'>I was wondering maybe I missed the marketing campaign of the next generation soft drinks... hmm this was quite a surprise:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SHujqScfE9I/AAAAAAAABiY/2HaYkiCmj3k/s1600-h/05062008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 447px; height: 335px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SHujqScfE9I/AAAAAAAABiY/2HaYkiCmj3k/s320/05062008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222948139767370706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-2543357685141169468?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/2543357685141169468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=2543357685141169468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/2543357685141169468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/2543357685141169468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2008/07/tesco-curiosities-red-fruit-flavour.html' title='Tesco curiosities - Red Fruit Flavour?'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SHujqScfE9I/AAAAAAAABiY/2HaYkiCmj3k/s72-c/05062008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-8270984784584061</id><published>2008-06-25T17:01:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T20:35:35.250+02:00</updated><title type='text'>An amazing weekend</title><content type='html'>This weekend I was celebrating my birthday, which was a few weeks back. The feelings afterward are a bit awkward. Like in all "best" parties I don't remember much of it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my mothers help I have organized a small cottage inside the bath's in my hometown. The weather was perfect, the people in a good mood, their first experiences made them have a good mood, which lasted during those two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed most of the fun, while I organized the people, food, accommodation, payment... you can imagine. And in the evening, when the party started I pretty soon lost all the memories. I still remember giving everyone a sip of my birthday present - Danish alcohol (will find it's name) in the small happy birthday cup, which can contain around 1cl of fluids. Perfect way to share with everybody! So I did that, and though Anders told me it was a quite expensive bottle, I prefer using it that way. I'm sometimes the guy who waits for those "special moments", but the longer I live the more often it happened that the special moments just didn't seem to arrive. So I decided that to show the friends I care for my gratitude by giving a piece of the alcohol to them... Most probably it looked like a drunk guy wanting to make everyone else to drink and get wasted, but for me the thought was what counted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a lot of old and new friends around me, who one by one thank me for a great weekend I'm a bit sad that I don't remember much, but still think of joy, happiness and a lot of fun, when I remember that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: will need to get the receipt for the cherry soup :) I have a few photos, they will be added later on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS2: The few photos were added, they capture very little of the whole atmosphere. Will need to learn to make pictures with a camera! &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hajdupeti/Bday2008"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/hajdupeti/Bday2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-8270984784584061?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/8270984784584061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=8270984784584061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/8270984784584061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/8270984784584061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2008/06/amazing-weekend.html' title='An amazing weekend'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-3069397761772669032</id><published>2008-06-12T23:14:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T00:30:31.154+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bazant na Mlynoch 2008</title><content type='html'>And here it is again! Bazant na Mlynoch (see last years entry &lt;a href="http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/06/bazant-na-mlynoch-2007-pheasant-at.html"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This years Bazant definitely better from the perspective of concerts. The finishing with Polemic and Horkyze Slyze made a terrific atmosphere (although miss wet T-shirt was a complete disappointment. It's called miss wet T-shirt because it is white, there is nothing below or above it and it is a t-shirt... and not a black fishing net like this year :( No real nudity, but at least some nice dancing... &lt;a href="http://www.sme.sk/vp/videoplay.asp?id=4160"&gt;see yourself&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway first bad to look at was Flavour United - Czech band played some kind of latino/reggae - they weren't excellent, the singer girl had a pretty good voice, while the black "rapper" was not understandable at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SFGjZI_NvlI/AAAAAAAABeM/NH_ohkCoMhQ/s1600-h/3975712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 171px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SFGjZI_NvlI/AAAAAAAABeM/NH_ohkCoMhQ/s320/3975712.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211125896149057106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a few meeting with friends, beers and uninteresting concerts later Polemic came on the scene. This was the time I understood I made a huge mistake coming there... in sandals. My confidence was empowered by the guys who brought bottles of beer and 40% alcohol in the crowd, which I was pretty sure would land below me. So after 5-6 songs I always moved in the back rows, where there was still dancing, but no more pogo. During &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=JGqW__oDhV4"&gt;Polemic&lt;/a&gt; it was fine, &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=F1uwYzP0T7I"&gt;Horkyze Slyze&lt;/a&gt; even better.  After the first 5 songs of the second band I was so afraid, that my legs are bleeding, that I went out of the crowd to watch in the dim light. I didn't see anything, calculated that drunk people are lucky +   and believed it was just dirt and went back into the crowd, though further behind, so people won't jump on me.&lt;br /&gt;What came next was also a bit surprising a huge dose of a "beer shower". Will remember this as an experience and not as a reason to take a long shower after the concert :P&lt;br /&gt;All in all when after a huge concert and the feeling of proud for not being able to speak nor move my head the next day I went to my room, and examed my feet. It was perfectly healthy :) So I concluded, that there are a lot of thinks I'm afraid of, just because I'm not in daily touch with them, and went to sleep peacefully after going out again at 4:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward for the next Bazant, hopefully with Vidiek! And more free time attractions like in 2004!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-3069397761772669032?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/3069397761772669032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=3069397761772669032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/3069397761772669032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/3069397761772669032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2008/06/bazant-na-mlynoch-2008.html' title='Bazant na Mlynoch 2008'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SFGjZI_NvlI/AAAAAAAABeM/NH_ohkCoMhQ/s72-c/3975712.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-5655380382213479304</id><published>2008-06-01T12:57:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T17:56:23.769+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Waiting Line</title><content type='html'>I had a few experiences the last day which I was thinking about, while listening to the song In The Waiting Line from Zero 7 - good music for such activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to a person a few days ago, and she mentioned her interest in gypsy culture. I find this topic quite interesting, as I try to eliminate my prejudices if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SEQCTo13WlI/AAAAAAAABd4/-u_pvzCXa9s/s1600-h/Romovia_pravda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 199px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SEQCTo13WlI/AAAAAAAABd4/-u_pvzCXa9s/s320/Romovia_pravda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207289605551250002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The gypsies at least in Slovakia (though I know about a few neighboring countries, too) are usually treated badly, and not without a reason. There are huge "ghettos" in Slovakia, in which only gypsies live, and if the social system tries to help them, then in most cases the help is abused. For example if they are given new flats, then in a few months they are usually looking like a waste dump. There are also quite often caught in the act of stealing. Bad behavior, violence, stealing a lot of children and not caring are the things most often come in people mind. Though there are exceptions of course people meet those more rarely. It is hard to get forward from such community, which also means, that there are only a very low percentage of them going into universities, if there are any (&lt;span style="text-decoration:line-through;"&gt;in the application form for the university there are most of the nationalities living in Slovakia including some which have lower then 1% of the population, but the gypsies are not listed&lt;/span&gt; - I didn't pay enough attention, sorry, false information) - in most studies the problems are related to their lack of education and the discrimination against them.&lt;br /&gt;- All this information is subjective, and NOT based on my experience -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SEQEhI13WmI/AAAAAAAABeE/zg1qojMaQ-I/s1600-h/DSC02089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 177px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SEQEhI13WmI/AAAAAAAABeE/zg1qojMaQ-I/s320/DSC02089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207292036502739554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But I value the gypsy culture. It is still (though much less today) a part of the Hungarian culture. Gypsy music was a very important part of all the better restaurants in the country before the world wars and the growing popularity of the radio and recorded music. Until today I believe in the significance and beauty of their dulcimer and violin play, which underlines the regions folklore. Also they were moving traders and building special bricks, and other stuff only they knew how to produce. They were a part of the culture in a good way, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This second part always fills me with hope, that todays situation may change. Getting integrated into the culture (which must not mean, that they have adopted to the majorities culture, it can be that both cultures have changed to find a compromis).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting to the core of the post... The above situation is definitely not unique in Europe, or the world. At this point another TED presentation came in my mind, presented by the finance minister of Afghanistan, talking about the creating of a healthy economical system in a country where the basic conditions are missing. He asked the people in the audience to leave the clean world they are living in and start to think out solutions in a surronding, which works according to different rules. I think that the same principle should apply in this case to, as in many other. The people should stop looking at the situation in their won perspective and open up and be able to change if needed, not just wanting to change something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the will to change needs to be on both sides!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-5655380382213479304?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/5655380382213479304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=5655380382213479304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/5655380382213479304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/5655380382213479304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-waiting-line.html' title='In The Waiting Line'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SEQCTo13WlI/AAAAAAAABd4/-u_pvzCXa9s/s72-c/Romovia_pravda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-748306792481025483</id><published>2008-05-24T15:11:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T15:38:53.368+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curiosities'/><title type='text'>Curiosities - A man's life</title><content type='html'>I wanted to start a small section with curiosities on websites, which are interested in one way or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a site, where you learn about a persons life through photos he had taken every day of his life till he did from 1979 to 1997.&lt;br /&gt;Blog referring to the site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/15131"&gt;http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/15131&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The site. It takes a pretty while till the photos are downloaded, but interesting anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://addresszero.com/pod-html/"&gt;http://addresszero.com/pod-html/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always was interested in peoples life, mainly those, who cold change or add a new habit in their lives. Gives me a hope, that people can change, when they are motivated enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those Slovak people with paranoia (in Slovak): &lt;a href="http://blog.synopsi.com/2008-05-20/ako-to-vlastne-je-s-22-milionovym-portalom-pre-ministerstvo-kultury"&gt;ako to bezi s verejnym sutazom...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-748306792481025483?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/748306792481025483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=748306792481025483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/748306792481025483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/748306792481025483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2008/05/curiosities-mans-life.html' title='Curiosities - A man&apos;s life'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-2026993619395381280</id><published>2008-05-17T14:49:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T15:49:03.704+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Apache, Phishing, Google Translator</title><content type='html'>Some useful facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apache error code - 0xc0150002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reinstalled Windows today (now with SP3), I've got an error while installing XAMPP.&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft explanation: The package Microsoft.VC80.CRT was missing = "Microsoft Visual C++ 2005 Redistributable Package (x86) installs runtime components of Visual C++ Libraries required to run applications developed with Visual C++ on a computer that does not have Visual C++ 2005 installed."&lt;br /&gt;Solution: downloaded and installed the file &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.microsoft.com/downloads/info.aspx?na=90&amp;amp;p=&amp;amp;SrcDisplayLang=en&amp;amp;SrcCategoryId=&amp;amp;SrcFamilyId=200b2fd9-ae1a-4a14-984d-389c36f85647&amp;amp;u=http%3a%2f%2fdownload.microsoft.com%2fdownload%2fe%2f1%2fc%2fe1c773de-73ba-494a-a5ba-f24906ecf088%2fvcredist_x86.exe" target="_blank" class="postlink"&gt;vcredist_x86.exe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solution found at: http://www.apachefriends.org/f/viewtopic.php?p=112694&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last days I see a lot of phishing. It is really todays trend as I can see it. One of the biggest banks in Slovakia got just a few weeks ago a huge phishing attack on it's clients. Also I've got a lot of "invitations" to sites through msn, from contacts, which were offline right after I've got the message. On ICQ I even got those messages from ppl who are not my contacts. So I turned off the possibility to get post from strangers. Annoying. Started with blockdelete.com, which promised the possibility to get you a list of users who ignore you, by giving the site your username and password... Must have been quite successful. Became the link from a quite  amount of people. - if this happened to you to, change your password immediately! Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Google Translator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Translate text, sites between 24 languages (including Czech). Though the translation is still quite far from an understandable text, you will most probably have a better chance to understand what's written there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/translate_t?hl=en"&gt;http://www.google.com/translate_t?hl=en&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogoscoped.com/archive/2007-12-19-n41.html"&gt;http://blogoscoped.com/archive/2007-12-19-n41.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-2026993619395381280?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/2026993619395381280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=2026993619395381280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/2026993619395381280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/2026993619395381280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2008/05/apache-phishing-google-translator.html' title='Apache, Phishing, Google Translator'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-3108265649388530768</id><published>2008-04-30T18:01:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T14:13:42.649+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In the last days I was listening to...</title><content type='html'>- Support Lesbiens - Czech band, normal music for talking. Needed such music, you can't listen to Led Zeppelin, Waking Vision or Pink Floyd, with anybody. Some people just can't appreciate it...&lt;br /&gt;- Death Cab For Cutie - inspiration was the song "&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=sfBw0IWwO5U"&gt;I will follow you into the dark&lt;/a&gt;", can't listen to them for a longer time, cause I believe that one album has rarely enough variability - gets boring after a while... but good music anyway&lt;br /&gt;- Starsailor (album Love is here) - the saddest album I know, to bad that I feel pleasure while being sad. Heard their songs first when I was 17 (&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=tOL07_hSxT8"&gt;Alcoholic&lt;/a&gt;), have a concert from them on a tape! Recorded through FM4 (Austria). Loved those songs since then.&lt;br /&gt;- My Brightest Diamond - said, hear Something Like An End (&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/mybrightestdiamond"&gt;you can hear this song at her myspace site&lt;/a&gt;), perfect song, perfect lyrics&lt;br /&gt;After being influenced by Dr. House (you should watch the series cause it's good :) but some of the ending songs are also worth listening to... some of the best music also from the 60's, 70's...):&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=GHuWdQavk7Y"&gt;The Who - Baba O'Riley&lt;/a&gt; (note: &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=o8dSBWysmnM"&gt;Boris the Spider&lt;/a&gt; is just a cool song, &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=JgWQ1erBnMo"&gt;Who Are You&lt;/a&gt; - title song for CSI)&lt;br /&gt;2. The Rolling Stones - &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=qzz1VEN1SEk"&gt;You Can't Always Get What You Want&lt;/a&gt; - perfect lyrics! Awesome song! Thank you for using this song!&lt;br /&gt;Refren:&lt;br /&gt;"You can't always get what you want" x3&lt;br /&gt;"And if you try sometime you find&lt;br /&gt;You get what you need"&lt;br /&gt;3. Mazzy Star - Into Dust - need to hear the album a few times, but sounds good... Slow with a lot of low sounds. Though seems a bit "monotone". Need to read some lyrics to it. That could rescue some value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more time, take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-3108265649388530768?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/3108265649388530768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=3108265649388530768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/3108265649388530768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/3108265649388530768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-last-days-i-was-listening-to.html' title='In the last days I was listening to...'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-6311862597005416890</id><published>2008-04-30T00:17:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T10:54:10.116+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AIESEC'/><title type='text'>Beeing in the organizating committee (SprinCo 2008 OC)</title><content type='html'>SprinCo 2008. A conference for the members of AIESEC in the Czech Republic. Last term I was in a lot of OCs mainly as site help. It was always a nice experience, but as I was mainly doing stuff in my AIESEC home country there was missing something.&lt;br /&gt;After a half a year I was doing the job again, and I had a marvelous experience:&lt;br /&gt;- working in a team with strangers, with whom I have built up a great team in a few days from nothing. Here I want to note, that AIESECers for me are never really strangers. There is always at least two things that make me work easier with them - they are full with energy and a goal (even if just a short term one) for which they are eager to fight.&lt;br /&gt;- networking from the finest one. Meeting new people with whom I want to stay in contact with.&lt;br /&gt;- interesting talks&lt;br /&gt;- not enough sleep, cause I felt full of energy (haven't had so much energy in my life... still slept 3 hours/day), and didn't want to miss any opportunity...&lt;br /&gt;- being appreciated, for a good work.&lt;br /&gt;- feeling the spirit of AIESEC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this all with a lot of fun. I'm not sure if I had such a good experience in my life before.  I write down another list of events, so I will not forget:&lt;br /&gt;- meeting an African by accident, who I was with 4 years ago on You!Can&lt;br /&gt;- meeting friends I was doing OC work together&lt;br /&gt;- 60th anniversary, were everything had to be perfect... still don't know why was "Death cab for cutie" played... :P&lt;br /&gt;- singing in the night with unknown people playing the guitar&lt;br /&gt;- OC wins topalky&lt;br /&gt;- understanding how to be happy from my work, while the appreciation goes to my successor&lt;br /&gt;- Ostrava! :)&lt;br /&gt;- Jaromir Nohavice - Jezisek - don't you wanna dance, when you hear this song? &lt;a href="http://www.nohavica.cz/ikarus/video/jezisek.wmv"&gt;A small 30 second vid here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Can I abuse you? (Mozem ta zneuzit?) - ezen percben engedd meg nekem e tettet, mellyel kezem testedre tekerem&lt;br /&gt;- Waterpipe&lt;br /&gt;- Saturday night fever - up till 7 am, slept one hour + 1 redbull, and was fit till the end of the conference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I feel the need to change myself, to have goals, to miss less things in life by knowing what I want = goal setting session on the go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you OC SPRINCO, Thank you AIESEC OSTRAVA, Thank you AIESEC CZECH REPUBLIC, Thank you AIESEC.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SBgznomJaVI/AAAAAAAABcM/AIiXWhmLnY8/s1600-h/n555942275_398051_5936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SBgznomJaVI/AAAAAAAABcM/AIiXWhmLnY8/s400/n555942275_398051_5936.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194958926177200466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-6311862597005416890?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/6311862597005416890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=6311862597005416890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/6311862597005416890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/6311862597005416890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2008/04/beeing-in-organizating-committee.html' title='Beeing in the organizating committee (SprinCo 2008 OC)'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SBgznomJaVI/AAAAAAAABcM/AIiXWhmLnY8/s72-c/n555942275_398051_5936.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-4450493522043460986</id><published>2008-04-16T01:07:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T11:16:43.672+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slovakia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='article'/><title type='text'>Beeing torn apart by Richard Bona</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SAU3XUz6noI/AAAAAAAABbE/LsvFubF-TmI/s1600-h/Richard_Bona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 174px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SAU3XUz6noI/AAAAAAAABbE/LsvFubF-TmI/s320/Richard_Bona.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189615019477343874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sme.sk/videoplay/3736/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;14.04.2008 - Richard Bona in PKO, Bratislava, Slovakia. What a concert! &lt;a href="http://www.sme.sk/vp/videoplay.asp?id=3736"&gt;(Click here for interview after the concert)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I was afraid if I wouldn't like the concert after an AIESEC conference I still feel the PCS (post conference syndrome see: &lt;a href="http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/AIESEC"&gt;http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/AIESEC&lt;/a&gt; note uncyclopedia is not a relevant, nor trustworthy source of information! see rather wikipedia!), longing for the great OC team, but the international atmosphere on the stage made me quite fast comfortable in my position as a listener ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always loved the typical African singing voice which is for me so indescribable, and now I had an opportunity to listen to it. Though I heard less from it then I expected, it was still a marvelous event far beyond my expectations. His repertoire listed mainly traditional African songs and I would say Latino type of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem on the Jazz concerts in Bratislava is mainly that you have to sit. And this concert was definitely for dancing your soul out. That's why I say I was torn apart. Should I enjoy the well positioned tones following each other by solving their mystery or let my body flow with it. I lost to my natural desire very quickly an was hard to handle in my chair, though as usual most of the audience bewared a calm had. But the clapping, screaming, whispering in the background broke through and 30 minutes before the end of the concert the whole place was clapping and singing "sen sen sen"... so much that Mr Bona and his band stopped playing for around 2 minutes and made the audience enjoy themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a great entertainer. He put a lot of great jokes in his concert and made us laugh a lot of times. Like "only women over 40 should sing now"... silence ... "oooh, when you are over 40 in Bratislava your finished" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also gave a solo to his percussionist from Colombia, to have a solo. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the concert there was a 3 minute long standing ovation, one song where the audience had to stand, and should dance... but that was already to much for this type of people... anyway the mood was good and after another 3 minutes of clapping it was said to us, that there is going to be no more music. Central European people don't complain after this. Used to the fact, that the end, means the end, and so the people where slowly moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I was moving all the time in my chair, one of the best concerts of my life, hope to have a good Latino party on Friday ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-4450493522043460986?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/4450493522043460986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=4450493522043460986' title='83 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/4450493522043460986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/4450493522043460986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2008/04/beeing-torn-apart-by-richard-bona.html' title='Beeing torn apart by Richard Bona'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/SAU3XUz6noI/AAAAAAAABbE/LsvFubF-TmI/s72-c/Richard_Bona.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>83</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-8484487047482542451</id><published>2008-03-27T21:40:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T22:38:22.464+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slovakia'/><title type='text'>Brezno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/R-wL_sj0WMI/AAAAAAAABVA/2Pe39DbEHoQ/s1600-h/09022008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 190px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/R-wL_sj0WMI/AAAAAAAABVA/2Pe39DbEHoQ/s320/09022008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182530460117653698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime during February I was in the Low Tatra's (Malé Tatry) in Slovakia. I was there with a few good friends and enjoyed the weekend a lot, with sleeping, drinking a bit, playing table hockey and table football and singing. The usual stuff, which makes you feel fine and enjoy the company of good people. I don't want to go into detail. Don't think I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want to talk about, and I'm sure I will remember for a longer time, is the city Brezno and it's surroundings. The first day I was going by foot for around 12 km's to see a near cave. The nature was beautiful, the weather clear, the roads slippery... The time flew by, and with a good friend to talk to it is always a good experience. Around 1pm, when we started to feel hunger, we stumbled upon a small cheese shop, where traditional Slovak cheeses were sold. Delicious! We bough also "bryndza" (sheep cheese) and "&lt;a href="http://www.korbacik.zazriva.net/index.php?page=sortiment"&gt;korbaciky&lt;/a&gt;" (woven cheese - the best were with onion flavor yam). And then we visited a stalagmite cave near there. (no pictures allowed, only for extra costs of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/R-wPocj0WOI/AAAAAAAABVQ/ExlzmZq8OUA/s1600-h/10022008%28034%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 252px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/R-wPocj0WOI/AAAAAAAABVQ/ExlzmZq8OUA/s320/10022008%28034%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182534458732206306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The second day I had a trip to Brezno. One of my friends lives here, so I was very interested in the city. As it is not a big city (you can see the whole city from the near hills) I enjoyed to walk freely and not getting lost a lot ;) As it was such a wonderful day I made a walk near the river, after like an hour I started to get hungry, so I tried to get to the city center. I was thinking what would I say, when somebody would ask me where I'm heading to, and I imagined to reply to a friend who lives in the Hviezdoslavovo street (in every Slovak city there is a street with that name.). For my biggest surprise just a few minutes later I found that street. Theory proven :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my travels continued and with a rather long detour I got into the city center. Nice :) Wanted to eat something, found a pizzeria, at 16:00 they serve every pizza for 90 Skk. Fine... it's 15:00. Let's go around a bit more. Following some older buildings I got to a church and behind it was a road up a hill. I believed I will get a nice picture from the city from up there. I think in this case I was mistaken... at least not with a mobile camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/R-wShsj0WQI/AAAAAAAABVg/xK1G8X41ybk/s1600-h/10022008%28044%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 272px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/R-wShsj0WQI/AAAAAAAABVg/xK1G8X41ybk/s320/10022008%28044%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182537641302972674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The road went right into a graveyard. I felt a pleasing calmness and sadness while I was up there. I was looking around and found a few old graves and sepulchers. It was a beautiful day. I needed to be alone for a while, and this was the best place to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a nice pizza and a good beer at the end!&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/R-wSSsj0WPI/AAAAAAAABVY/30ZKI3IHHAM/s1600-h/10022008%28085%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 131px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/R-wSSsj0WPI/AAAAAAAABVY/30ZKI3IHHAM/s200/10022008%28085%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182537383604934898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-8484487047482542451?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/8484487047482542451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=8484487047482542451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/8484487047482542451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/8484487047482542451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2008/03/brezno.html' title='Brezno'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/R-wL_sj0WMI/AAAAAAAABVA/2Pe39DbEHoQ/s72-c/09022008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-3770392022223384159</id><published>2008-03-19T16:27:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T03:21:42.775+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='article'/><title type='text'>Beware of the Thing</title><content type='html'>Back in the 60's... A small family: mother, father, two children, a grandma, an uncle and a butler. Sounds quite normal, as it is. Though there is some more to mention like a lion, a hand and a dark, spooky surrounding. For those who don't know yet, I'm talk about the Addams Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/R-WkQMj0VZI/AAAAAAAABNw/zRaZI2xj-fA/s1600-h/theaddamsfamilysnapsnap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 192px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/R-WkQMj0VZI/AAAAAAAABNw/zRaZI2xj-fA/s320/theaddamsfamilysnapsnap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180727544515941778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the last week I found most of the episodes of the original show on the Internet and I am watching it since then. I enjoy the the family members roles, and how they harmonize with each other.&lt;br /&gt;A silly father, Gomez, who seems careless and is focused only on the things he loves, his hobbies, family and mostly his "querida". When near his wife he is easily falling into an almost uncontrollable state of the urge to kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;The strange mother, Morticia. In my eyes a beauty in all means. Black long hair, humorous, full of the will to live with sarcastic and dark remarks. Having control over the family. It's nice to see, that she always has a good word to everybody, and encourages them.&lt;br /&gt;The children being smart and "well mannered", playing with all childish things, like explosives, bats and spiders.&lt;br /&gt;Lurch is someone no one could ignore. Gloomy, quite and still has so much to say with so few words... like grrr...&lt;br /&gt;And uncle Fester. Who is simply crazy. Thing the hand, who never dials a wrong number, is always helpful. Kitty the lion, who doesn't eat human and is afraid when somebody screams at him and the burger eating plant called Cleopatra :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful story of outsiders of the society, who in their own misunderstood ways try to be as polite and helpful as they can be. The jokes are always from the same field, and in this age you already know most of them, never the less the atmosphere of the family caught me, and so I will watch all of it. There are just two series anyway ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm watching the series through veoh.com , if anybody is interested...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-3770392022223384159?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/3770392022223384159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=3770392022223384159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/3770392022223384159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/3770392022223384159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2008/03/beware-of-thing.html' title='Beware of the Thing'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/R-WkQMj0VZI/AAAAAAAABNw/zRaZI2xj-fA/s72-c/theaddamsfamilysnapsnap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-5026566672860231220</id><published>2008-03-06T00:01:00.016+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T03:21:01.720+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>How easy life was...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the last days I was remembered my childhood. I don't believe that I have ever grown up. This is a statement, that has to be clarified. I feel like a child, cause a child searches and enjoys the moment, while for me a grown up plans his/her future and enjoys the process and the success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago I had to copy some documents, and at the copy shop there was a child looking at the movie "The Little Engine that Could". He was watching it on the computer, through which they print from USB keys (pen drives). The seller came (most probably mother, not sure), told that he should wait a few seconds, and can watch it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/R-GgjMj0VYI/AAAAAAAABNo/Tl7jNmEerrE/s1600-h/MF_2076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 177px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/R-GgjMj0VYI/AAAAAAAABNo/Tl7jNmEerrE/s320/MF_2076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179597572980102530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course he was quite unpleased by her decision, to stop him from his activity... well no one really cared about him, so it was natural to watch what is interesting a bit... And it was also natural for him to complain on the change of his position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have felt in his situation now, like I'm unimportant, and just in the way. A quite unpleasant feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; So I tried to make him smile. I love the fact how easily you can make children smile just by paying them attention, and so getting their curiosity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; So I payed him attention. He looked around, so he saw me. I was looking right into his eyes. He didn't pay much attention at the first seconds, but as I was looking at him still he got slowly curious. After 20 seconds we played hide and seek with eye contact. Hiding the eyes behind the chair between us, and then searching for the eye contact again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;This whole game gave me also a feeling of peace, calmness and happiness. The wonder of a simple childish game. He smiled, which made me smile also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;PS: Picture can be freely used, thanks to www.morguefile.com and Mary R. Vogt. Be aware that even a picture has it's copyright, not only music and video! ( original: http://www.morguefile.com/archive/?display=186338&amp;amp; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-5026566672860231220?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/5026566672860231220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=5026566672860231220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/5026566672860231220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/5026566672860231220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-easy-life-was.html' title='How easy life was...'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/R-GgjMj0VYI/AAAAAAAABNo/Tl7jNmEerrE/s72-c/MF_2076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-5163027586687730429</id><published>2008-03-02T19:53:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T15:00:55.904+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='article'/><title type='text'>Another one down</title><content type='html'>It's always hard to accept, that something you got used to diminishes. I heard a lot of music on pandora.com, before this happened: http://www.pandora.com/restricted&lt;br /&gt;I loved that station, found some new bands I find to my liking through it, and got never bored of the music. last.fm is a pour alternative, as it happens, that I can choose any kind of music, after a half an hour I get to hip-hop or electronic music. I think they sort the artist to eachother and not the songs... or I don't know... simply it never worked as fine as pandora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/R8r8y9ak2II/AAAAAAAABLw/L-zlqO0Nv-o/s1600-h/stage6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/R8r8y9ak2II/AAAAAAAABLw/L-zlqO0Nv-o/s320/stage6.png" alt="stage6 logo" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173225074398124162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And now my second source of quality media deceased. www.stage6.com a.k.a. stage6.divx.com. I loved that site a mass of high quality movies, from the early 50s, through documentations and animes... and if you were lucky, you could get a glimpse on the newest movies (of course because of the copyright issues they tried to delete the illegal stuff as soon as possible).&lt;br /&gt;Features included high speed download, high quality movies, full screen view, no limit for the file length. And the possibility to save the movie on your hard disk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for delivering a whole lot of quality movies. Thank you for the hours of movie, I have been seen because of you. I hope you will be resurrected soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more info:&lt;br /&gt;http://seekingalpha.com/article/66198-divx-and-stage6-chock-full-of-fail&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stage6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; As I see in the divx forum, a spark of the spirit lives on... 1 month to wait to see the truth: http://newstage6.com/ &lt;- well a few days after I wrote this post the idea was banned on copyright claims, according to my knowledge. :( Will see what veoh.com has to offer... or some other sites... please give a note, if you know of a good provider&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-5163027586687730429?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/5163027586687730429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=5163027586687730429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/5163027586687730429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/5163027586687730429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-one-down.html' title='Another one down'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/R8r8y9ak2II/AAAAAAAABLw/L-zlqO0Nv-o/s72-c/stage6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-7761683195389228444</id><published>2008-03-02T18:31:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T00:29:17.023+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TED'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Small wonders of technology</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/R8sPA9ak2JI/AAAAAAAABL4/gPDwLZZYmUg/s1600-h/1-BjornTuroque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 242px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/R8sPA9ak2JI/AAAAAAAABL4/gPDwLZZYmUg/s320/1-BjornTuroque.jpg" alt="pic taken from: www.airguitarnation.com" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173245106125592722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the days, when I was a child, and wanted an instrument I could intuitively play. And then once in a while I just moved my fingers randomly in the air, like I would know what I'm doing. I believe that a feeling is all you need to make something unique. It's most probably also a feeling that most of the "air" guitar players dream of + a whole lot of need to show them selfs off :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of times happened to me (before I bought an MP3 player) that I was just imagining, creating some kind of a song on the go. Usually of course it where just parts from different song I have already heard and I glued them together... but sometimes it was something new, that no one will hear again (maybe). Or some classical instruments playing a Sunday afternoon song, other times words were going through my mind forming verses which made sense, and I never had a tool to write them down. Maybe now, if I will be brave enough to take out my mobile and switch in on record, I will have something. But the older I get, the less of them appear. And I think it is a sad think. Trigger your imagination, if you can. That's what a dreamer tells you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I drifted away again from the original topic, so here it is. The theremin. An electronic instrument you don't have to touch, to make music with it. Enjoy the movie, if you got interested. (when I look at the artist I have the typical feeling of calm waters are deep :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--cut and paste--&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" id="VE_Player" align="middle" height="285" width="432"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.videoegg.com/ted/flash/loader.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="bgColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;file=http://static.videoegg.com/ted/movies/PAMELIAKURSTIN-2002_high.flv&amp;amp;autoPlay=false&amp;amp;fullscreenURL=http://static.videoegg.com/ted/flash/fullscreen.html&amp;amp;forcePlay=false&amp;amp;logo=&amp;amp;allowFullscreen=true"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.videoegg.com/ted/flash/loader.swf" flashvars="bgColor=FFFFFF&amp;amp;file=http://static.videoegg.com/ted/movies/PAMELIAKURSTIN-2002_high.flv&amp;amp;autoPlay=false&amp;amp;fullscreenURL=http://static.videoegg.com/ted/flash/fullscreen.html&amp;amp;forcePlay=false&amp;amp;logo=&amp;amp;allowFullscreen=true" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" scale="noscale" wmode="window" name="VE_Player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="285" width="432"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-7761683195389228444?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/7761683195389228444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=7761683195389228444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/7761683195389228444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/7761683195389228444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2008/03/small-wonders-of-technology.html' title='Small wonders of technology'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/R8sPA9ak2JI/AAAAAAAABL4/gPDwLZZYmUg/s72-c/1-BjornTuroque.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-7857706407338264244</id><published>2008-02-20T11:48:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T00:28:42.512+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Preparation for summer - Action plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.iaeste.dk/aau/images/iaeste_logo_jpg%20small%20neg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 222px;" src="http://www.iaeste.dk/aau/images/iaeste_logo_jpg%20small%20neg.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; On Monday I got some great news (though could have been better ones). I will go for a summer internship to Benifaió, Valencia, Spain through IAESTE Slovakia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to write down my action plan, but got an e-mail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; from them (IAESTE), describing what they will need from me to do, to proceed with my application.  And even then I just have a very high probability to go... I hate it when it's less then 99.69%...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was always screaming when I was unsatisfied with something to everyone instead of talking to the person I needed to talk to, as I got used to the fact, that when I need attention usually people don't listen. And as for today I wanted to write onto my blog anyway, so I think I will write down the unpleasant facts around this traineeship, which though will be solved in a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What angers me now is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;add 1.) The loosy description of the company, and what kind of work I will do there... This won't be that a big problem, but they would like to have a motivation letter from me, which is in this case I think pretty absurd. Of course, there are no limits for inspiration, if the price is right, which is (live in a different culture, country. The first time I will have the experience I'm so interested in)... And I heard now, that they can cancel my internship if they want to. But I have as usually no real information.&lt;br /&gt;add 2.) The second intere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sting think is, that they want to get a list of subjects, I have completed in school... also quite absurd as I'm quite sure, that I will get that only in Slovak... so would be quite interested what does guys will do with it.&lt;br /&gt;add 3.) That I didn't know this could happen. The actual information flow from IAESTE was, that I will have to make language test, give some papers after that, and then I will be able to go abroad. This was in November. Since then no information at all. And now I'm surprised. And actually this is what angers me the most. I hate it when something appears, what I'm not prepared for. It simply drives me mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; On the other hand I have to say, that this gives me a feeling of great pleasure after making the tasks. But usually it took 2-3 hours to get the results of my work. Now it can be weeks. grrr I hate to wait with things that influence me so much and can't do anything about them (and I'm sure there are just a very few ppl, who wouldn't feel the same).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/R72Uoh0tyYI/AAAAAAAABLQ/UZaCJweQAM0/s1600-h/valalbufera1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 155px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/R72Uoh0tyYI/AAAAAAAABLQ/UZaCJweQAM0/s320/valalbufera1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169451371286350210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Maybe I'm just comparing to much, as I worked in AIESEC, that has a totally different way of managing these kind of things. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, please don't get scared by this entry. It is a mood, which will pass away, in my heart I'm excited and more then happy, that I've got this chance. I'm looking forward to it, and want to get as much as I can from it. So all in all, imagine me with a smile on my face ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-7857706407338264244?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/7857706407338264244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=7857706407338264244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/7857706407338264244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/7857706407338264244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2008/02/preparation-for-summer-action-plan.html' title='Preparation for summer - Action plan'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/R72Uoh0tyYI/AAAAAAAABLQ/UZaCJweQAM0/s72-c/valalbufera1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-7005300844134087871</id><published>2008-02-04T17:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T21:37:19.105+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slovakia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='article'/><title type='text'>"Emotional security" or when things change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.whisperedhope.com/Images/seasons%20Of%20Life%20Large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 202px;" src="http://www.whisperedhope.com/Images/seasons%20Of%20Life%20Large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm very sad in the last weeks, cause I lost a point I could lean on emotionally. I believe that most of the people have habits they don't give up, because they are used to it and feel secure doing/experiencing them. Such habits, moments can relate to experiencing the same situation for a long time, or just a few moments which carved themselves in our minds. Some of the situations I value: is a shower with hot (not boiling) water on my skin, as I used to go to the thermal baths quite often in my childhood - this brings quite pleasant memories back. Or simply sitting before the computer and hearing music which is in harmony with my feelings. This is more like a dull feeling of comfort. A feeling of something I know and am sure, that nothing can surprise me or hurt me when I do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost such a secure point in my life this year. After so much talk about climate change and such this year I finally admitted that it can be true. The second sunny warm winter in the south of Slovakia. How sad for me. If you live your whole life with four seasons than you can't really imagine, how could it be without one of them, how could it change. And now it is here. While the spring is still full of the birth of life - bloom, animals appear, the summer is hot as always - giving the feeling of freedom and joy, the autumn amazes me with all its color and gifts I miss the winter.  I miss the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/R8sP6Nak2KI/AAAAAAAABMA/EqfoaSJbQnA/s1600-h/snowflake1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 199px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/R8sP6Nak2KI/AAAAAAAABMA/EqfoaSJbQnA/s320/snowflake1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173246089673103522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The nature died this year also. The trees lost their leaves, the flowers disappeared as most of the birds and animals, but the country didn't disappear before my eyes under a white layer of snow. Except of x-mas and New Years Eve there was no snow or snowing around. I miss the feeling from my childhood, when I made snowballs, enjoyed the falling snowflakes.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't romanticize the memories too much. But the though of snow comforted me. And this feeling is missing this year. If I would go into the wiccan believe - though the sun was killed in autumn this year again, his body was never buried. The cycle of life lost from it's beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see real winter in my hometown again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-7005300844134087871?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/7005300844134087871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=7005300844134087871' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/7005300844134087871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/7005300844134087871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2008/02/emotional-security-or-when-things.html' title='&quot;Emotional security&quot; or when things change'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/R8sP6Nak2KI/AAAAAAAABMA/EqfoaSJbQnA/s72-c/snowflake1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-5962473632277380779</id><published>2008-01-08T10:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T11:14:24.361+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Every coin has two sides (Benazir Bhutto)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://klepo.net/pics/bhutto_benazir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 119px;" src="http://klepo.net/pics/bhutto_benazir.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the media gave me a picture of Benazir Bhutto as a holy woman, it was very interesting as a friend living in Pakistan gave a different picture of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://klepo.net/journal/&lt;br /&gt;please look up - Day 213 (30.12.07) - The political Dynasty of Bhutto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sorry, but only in Slovak: there is also a Slovak entry on his site + read also the feedbacks on the article, he is referring to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://klepo.net/slovensky/index.htm&lt;br /&gt;Deň 214  (31.12.2007) - moj pohlad na Benazir Bhuttovu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-5962473632277380779?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/5962473632277380779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=5962473632277380779' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/5962473632277380779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/5962473632277380779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2008/01/every-coin-has-two-sides-benazir-bhutto.html' title='Every coin has two sides (Benazir Bhutto)'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-6744765107986635993</id><published>2008-01-02T23:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T17:35:29.996+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hungary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>The Plains - Petőfi Sándor</title><content type='html'>I have the feeling that most of the people I know from my hometown and surroundings, with whom I was going into grammar and high-school have something in common. We love the place we are living. It is nothing special, I believe most of the people feel the same about their hometown and the places around it.&lt;br /&gt;I won't go deep into the talk about why I feel so, cause it isn't anything you can describe, I rather put here a poem of a Hungarian poet. I won't translate the whole poem, just the phrases I had to learn in school and are still sometimes flying in my mind - cause I feel that way. It's quite a hard text to translate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.verse:&lt;br /&gt;What are you for me, grim pine-grove lands,&lt;br /&gt;Wilderness of the Carpathian Mountains&lt;br /&gt;Though I admire you, but I don't love you,&lt;br /&gt;And my thoughts don't wander in your valleys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.verse:&lt;br /&gt;Down on the plains, flat as the sea,&lt;br /&gt;There I feel at home, there's my world&lt;br /&gt;I'm like an eagle which escaped from his prison&lt;br /&gt;When I see the never ending fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.verse&lt;br /&gt;Then my mind flies up&lt;br /&gt;Above the ground near the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;With the smile of the fields&lt;br /&gt;From the Danube to the Tisza .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last verse:&lt;br /&gt;You are beautiful, plains, at least beautiful for me!&lt;br /&gt;Here was my cradle slewed, I was born here.&lt;br /&gt;Here should the shroud burrow my face, here&lt;br /&gt;should my grave round up above me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Az Alföld - Petőfi Sándor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mit nekem te zordon Kárpátoknak&lt;br /&gt;Fenyvesekkel vadregényes tája!&lt;br /&gt;Tán csodállak, ámde nem szeretlek,&lt;br /&gt;S képzetem hegyvölgyedet nem járja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lenn az alföld tengersík vidékin&lt;br /&gt;Ott vagyok honn, ott az én világom;&lt;br /&gt;Börtönébõl szabadúlt sas lelkem,&lt;br /&gt;Ha a rónák végtelenjét látom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felröpûlök ekkor gondolatban&lt;br /&gt;Túl a földön felhõk közelébe,&lt;br /&gt;S mosolyogva néz rám a Dunától&lt;br /&gt;A Tiszáig nyúló róna képe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Délibábos ég alatt kolompol&lt;br /&gt;Kis-Kunságnak száz kövér gulyája;&lt;br /&gt;Deleléskor hosszu gémü kútnál&lt;br /&gt;Széles vályu kettõs ága várja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Méneseknek nyargaló futása&lt;br /&gt;Zúg a szélben, körmeik dobognak,&lt;br /&gt;S a csikósok kurjantása hallik&lt;br /&gt;S pattogása hangos ostoroknak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tanyáknál szellõk lágy ölében&lt;br /&gt;Ringatózik a kalászos búza,&lt;br /&gt;S a smaragdnak eleven szinével&lt;br /&gt;A környéket vígan koszorúzza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idejárnak szomszéd nádasokból&lt;br /&gt;A vadlúdak esti szürkületben,&lt;br /&gt;És ijedve kelnek légi útra,&lt;br /&gt;Hogyha a nád a széltõl meglebben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tanyákon túl a puszta mélyén&lt;br /&gt;Áll magányos, dõlt kéményü csárda;&lt;br /&gt;Látogatják a szomjas betyárok,&lt;br /&gt;Kecskemétre menvén a vásárra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A csárdánál törpe nyárfaerdõ&lt;br /&gt;Sárgul a királydinnyés homokban;&lt;br /&gt;Odafészkel a visító vércse,&lt;br /&gt;Gyermekektõl nem háborgatottan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ott tenyészik a bús árvalyányhaj&lt;br /&gt;S kék virága a szamárkenyérnek;&lt;br /&gt;Hûs tövéhez déli nap hevében&lt;br /&gt;Megpihenni tarka gyíkok térnek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messze, hol az ég a földet éri,&lt;br /&gt;A homályból kék gyümölcsfák orma&lt;br /&gt;Néz, s megettök, mint halvány ködoszlop,&lt;br /&gt;Egy-egy város templomának tornya. –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Szép vagy, alföld, legalább nekem szép!&lt;br /&gt;Itt ringatták bölcsõm, itt születtem.&lt;br /&gt;Itt borúljon rám a szemfödél, itt&lt;br /&gt;Domborodjék a sir is fölöttem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-6744765107986635993?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/6744765107986635993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=6744765107986635993' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/6744765107986635993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/6744765107986635993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2008/01/plains-petfi-sndor.html' title='The Plains - Petőfi Sándor'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-8078772938570065918</id><published>2007-12-27T22:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T17:35:02.575+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>x-mas present</title><content type='html'>The last couple of years I used to write poems on x-mas, and send them to friends in short messages(sms). This year I have sent the wrong "version" (0.69) of my x-mas letter, so the poem didn't came to the ppl... and somehow I had a bad mood most propably, cause I wasn't able to do the same in Hungarian and Slovakian... So I will share mz verse here anyway. It is very amateur, as I used to say the though is what counts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to write in x-mas time&lt;br /&gt;a poem or two for those I like&lt;br /&gt;So I send here with all that's dear&lt;br /&gt;My best wishes for your next year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun should shine, the rain should fall&lt;br /&gt;Good people come and bad should go&lt;br /&gt;Smile a lot, enjoy your time&lt;br /&gt;Remember the words: "This life is mine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember too, the wise mans clue:&lt;br /&gt;"Make people happy, it comes back to you!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-8078772938570065918?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/8078772938570065918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=8078772938570065918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/8078772938570065918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/8078772938570065918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/12/x-mas-present.html' title='x-mas present'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-711117075248287614</id><published>2007-12-17T17:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T18:49:58.783+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be aware'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TED'/><title type='text'>Thomas Barrett - The Pentagon's new map for war and peace</title><content type='html'>A new way of thinking on war for me. Not really a surprising idea, the problem is I didn't hear about it, yet.  Wars in the past were started to get territories, usually the main powers were accepting the changes on the world maps, and if some citizens didn't agree, then they were executed... Well we are trying to establish a more "democratic" world in the last century, which means, that the citizens who disagree with the new situation shouldn't be butchered without consequences. But on the other hand we want as few as possible resistance on the conquered territories.&lt;br /&gt;I think the sentence, which describes the presentation the best is:&lt;br /&gt;"Don't plan for the war, until you plan for peace."&lt;br /&gt;The presentator enforces the creation of a new force in the US army, which would specialize on "peacekeeping", it should be an open platform, which means that it should after a while be based on international cooperation rather then a US specialized force. The goal of the force should be  - gaining trust, help at the rebuilding phase and give the possibility for a clean start. Anyway, the idea, how I understood it, sounds good, has of course it's possibilities in misusing, but generally looks fine for a positive non-zero outcome. 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So I though I will do the same and googled a bit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.peterhajdu.com/foto/peter_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 174px;" src="http://www.peterhajdu.com/foto/peter_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1.) &lt;a href="http://www.peterhajdu.com/"&gt;www.peterhajdu.com&lt;/a&gt; -  according to this site, he was a famous accordion player. Died just in 2006. He was fleeing from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hungarian_Revolution_of_1956"&gt;Hungary Revolution in 1956&lt;/a&gt; (which was then supressed by the soviets. I used to hear in my hometown, that if at that time the western countries would have answered Hungary's call for freedom, it could have been successful. But that is not the way things used to work in our society, not then and neither after that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;October 23, 1956, is a day that will live forever in the          annals of free men and nations. It was a day of courage, conscience and          triumph. No other day since history began has shown more clearly the eternal          unquenchability of man's desire to be free, whatever the odds against          success, whatever the sacrifice required.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;          - John F. Kennedy, on the first anniversary of the Hungarian Revolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the above mentioned site it is also able to hear some of his music, though it was converted from LPs so the quality is not always good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through him I got also to another site:  &lt;a href="http://web.axelero.hu/nadori2/1045/index.html"&gt;http://web.axelero.hu/nadori2/1045/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A selection of Hungarian music from the 60's (you can here teh actual songs when you click on the numbers) Studio 11 can be heard also today in the Hungarian Radio Statin Kossuth. Illes reunited a few years ago and had a huge success. Metro is told as one of the legends of its time, many of the musicians from Metro then formed afterwards one of (my oppinion) Hungaries best bands of all times - LGT. And the last one Kóos János - if you say to a Hungarian person - Kislány a zongoránál (small girl at the piano) then everyone will know who you mean. This is a different song from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.)     The second person is a now living Hungarian TV show host. Though he has never achieved anything I would consider worth to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/P%C3%A9ter_Hajd%C3%BA"&gt;http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/P%C3%A9ter_Hajd%C3%BA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hard to understand when it is just so little written down about him + that it is in French... Though seems like a linguistic researcher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family:arial; font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lib.pte.hu/kulongyujtemenyek/hh-eng.htm"&gt;http://www.lib.pte.hu/kulongyujtemenyek/hh-eng.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Found another link. According to the English article on the university of Pécs he was working mostly on the field of Finno-Ugric relationships and linguistics. This is also a topic near to me, though I enjoy more the science around the coexistence of different nations, religions and cultures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-4249214412970690740?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/4249214412970690740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=4249214412970690740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/4249214412970690740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/4249214412970690740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/12/following-trend-names.html' title='Following the trend - Names'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-486516593524887311</id><published>2007-12-12T00:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T10:40:08.997+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>The Stairways To Heaven Are Opened Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/R18h7pwPeII/AAAAAAAABKA/DCbf57T4Lew/s1600-h/zen_master.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/R18h7pwPeII/AAAAAAAABKA/DCbf57T4Lew/s320/zen_master.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142866608184588418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Led Zeppelin Concert in London! Hopefully this means that a tour will also start sooner... :) It goes back a few years when I discovered this band, though we had a lot of CDs home from them. My father bought them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to the Remasters album over and over again. Whole Lotta Love, Stairways To Heaven, Dazed And Confused, Achilles Last Stand. I can't say with words what I felt when I was listening to these and a lot other songs, I just enjoyed them. And a possibility to hear it life would be a dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy who taped some songs uploaded Stairways To Heaven on youtube. His words are more then motivating for me.&lt;br /&gt;"To viewers who were not at the concert, grown men who have come from 5,000 miles/km away to be squeezed against each other at the urinals, were looking at each other, trying to receive another confirmation that they really were at this surreal gathering of the quarter century ...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Some other reviews found on the BBC site!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Links I have found from this concert:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rsHcUwtw5H0"&gt;Good Times, Bad Times&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3G_JTMuHOQk"&gt;Stairway to Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ztCR6n5UrUI"&gt;Black Dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-KmqiUSX1jw"&gt;The Song Remains The Same&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-486516593524887311?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/486516593524887311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=486516593524887311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/486516593524887311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/486516593524887311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/12/stairways-to-heaven-opened-again.html' title='The Stairways To Heaven Are Opened Again'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/R18h7pwPeII/AAAAAAAABKA/DCbf57T4Lew/s72-c/zen_master.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-223944397951801366</id><published>2007-12-04T20:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T11:26:45.411+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be aware'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='article'/><title type='text'>MANDATORY WATCHING!!!</title><content type='html'>The woman in the movie below talks about the steps getting to a dictatorship  like Hitlers Germany and Stalins Soviet Union. She also compares the happenings to what happens now in the USA. I do not have the information verified showed in this clip. None of it. Anyway it is interesting to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RjALf12PAWc&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RjALf12PAWc&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Czech article I found this video in: &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.matrix-2001.cz/v2/default.aspx?aid=2425"&gt;      Senátní návrh zákona č. 1955 kriminalizující názory, blogy, knihy a svobodu projevu vůbec po celé Americe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look for articles/blogs about: "The Violent Radicalization and Homegrown Terrorism Prevention Act". This is my best lead for now.  Looks like a quite radical law...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know for sure where to look for government stuff in the USA, but I think this is the right spot to read what it is all about: &lt;a href="http://thomas.loc.gov/cgi-bin/query/D?c110:1:./temp/%7Ec1108XuTgZ::"&gt;http://thomas.loc.gov/cgi-bin/query/D?c110:1:./temp/~c1108XuTgZ::&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-223944397951801366?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/223944397951801366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=223944397951801366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/223944397951801366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/223944397951801366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/12/mandatory-watching.html' title='MANDATORY WATCHING!!!'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-6173392672852403779</id><published>2007-12-04T18:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T19:16:11.387+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Akeboshi</title><content type='html'>I will once in a while upload song texts which I hear in different moods. As music is not only the instruments playing (OK, this time I include into instruments also a PC, though won't do it again most probably), but there are a few songs, interprets, which caught my attention with their lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/R1cnkfENWII/AAAAAAAABJI/qarw4JzJRPA/s1600-h/Akeboshi01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/R1cnkfENWII/AAAAAAAABJI/qarw4JzJRPA/s320/Akeboshi01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140621007434635394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Akeboshi is the first artist I want to introduce. A Japanese pop and folk singer. What amazes me in his art is a very simple melody which I think it is unique in his way. The most charismatic details in his performance is his voice and the acoustic guitar or piano. Though it was a song with an English text that caught my attention most of his songs are in Japanese never the less they are more then enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song caught me because I believe it has pearls of wisdom I can find myself in or would like to live according to. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;I think it is a great motivational song. The simple rule of fight while you can and don't look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Motivate your Anger..." - I try to control my emotions in almost every second of my life. It makes me look like a neutral person, who does not have a lot of emotions. I enjoy the fact that it makes me have a better overview of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sneakin' out the classroom, by the back door&lt;br /&gt;A man railed at me twice, though&lt;br /&gt;But i didn't care&lt;br /&gt;Waiting is wasting, for people like me"&lt;br /&gt;- is close to my heart because of my experience in a non-for-profit organization. Searching for opportunities, not waiting for them. This is my interpretation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Reflections of fear make shadows of nothing" is one of my favorite lines, as it also describes my thinking. And very often I know I would be off much better doing the think I want to do, and I still don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You Still are blind if you see winding road&lt;br /&gt;'Cos there's always a straight way to the point you see"&lt;br /&gt;- for me this means that when you have a goal then don't distract your attention with thinks you must not do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akeboshi's popularity all around the world came thanks to the anime series Naruto (who knows a bit about anime has for sure heard about this serial). In the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ppvtE9MEQk"&gt;ending of the first episodes&lt;/a&gt; the first two verses of Wind were played. Thats exactly where he caught my attention also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the article, there will be links on his songs, which were used on different "fun-art" videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eu4b071Ms9s"&gt;Wind lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;Cultivate your hunger, before you idealize&lt;br /&gt;Motivate your Anger, to make them all realize&lt;br /&gt;Climbing the mountain, never coming down&lt;br /&gt;break into the contents, never falling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knee is still shaking like i was twelve&lt;br /&gt;Sneakin' out the classroom, by the back door&lt;br /&gt;A man railed at me twice, though&lt;br /&gt;But i didn't care&lt;br /&gt;Waiting is wasting, for people like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to live so wise,&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry 'cos your so right&lt;br /&gt;Don't dry, with fakes or fears&lt;br /&gt;'cos you will hate yourself in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to live so wise,&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry 'cos your so right&lt;br /&gt;Don't dry, with fakes or fears,&lt;br /&gt;'cos you will hate yourself in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say dream the dream&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna play the fool anymore&lt;br /&gt;You say 'cos i still got my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your time baby&lt;br /&gt;Your blood needs slowin'down&lt;br /&gt;Breach your soul to reach yourself, before you gloom&lt;br /&gt;Reflections of fear make shadows of nothing&lt;br /&gt;-shadow of nothing-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Still are blind if you see winding road&lt;br /&gt;'Cos there's always a straight way to the point you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to live so wise&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry, 'cos your so right&lt;br /&gt;Don't dry, with fakes or fears&lt;br /&gt;'Cos you will hate yourself in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to live so wise&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry 'cos your so right&lt;br /&gt;Don't dry with fakes or fears&lt;br /&gt;'Cos you will hate yourself in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to live so wise&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry 'cos your so right&lt;br /&gt;Don't dry with fakes or fears&lt;br /&gt;'Cos you will hate yourself in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos you will hate yourself in the end&lt;br /&gt;'Cos you will hate yourself in the end&lt;br /&gt;'Cos you will hate yourself in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=reDVO2G1Vuk"&gt;Wind&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aPqNqIRkE-k"&gt;Rusty Lance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X5tZ1wXxCP0"&gt;A Nine Days Wonder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0jCX89iTlGk"&gt;Night And Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FWXc3ETAeto"&gt;Yellow Moon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;update 2009.07.05:&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I found the translation for &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dR8lT_6s8IM"&gt;Haikyo no Sofa&lt;/a&gt; (the translation is in the comments):&lt;br /&gt;This is a rainy city, formerly a beautiful and legendary port city&lt;br /&gt;Now ruins stand here, and it overflows with people that pester you for change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a house where a student with different colored skin lives&lt;br /&gt;Is﻿ where I've settled down; Only half a year has passed since that rainy day&lt;br /&gt;I walked on because of the stubborn sound of the bell&lt;br /&gt;I'll find us on a stone-paved road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking in the rain I've been told today&lt;br /&gt;never wanna see you again.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm still﻿ wet in this tiny room&lt;br /&gt;why should I pretend to be high.&lt;br /&gt;I walk to Green Fish to listen to the sound of silence.&lt;br /&gt;A man who plays the harp gently shakes my hand&lt;br /&gt;and he leads me in to the story of him.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I see you shouting and yelling and struggling&lt;br /&gt;But I can't hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;I see you shouting and yelling and struggling&lt;br /&gt;But I can't feel the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed up ahead for a cafe on the edge of town, not finding a song I want to hear&lt;br /&gt;My cold heart melts with the smell of the soup and the Celtic tones&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many times I've been saved by the conversations of the round﻿ old man that picks herbs?&lt;br /&gt;The heading on the newspaper on the table somehow projects what's outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please send a comment if one of the links doesn't work. Arigato.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-6173392672852403779?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/6173392672852403779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=6173392672852403779' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/6173392672852403779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/6173392672852403779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/12/akeboshi-wind.html' title='Akeboshi'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/R1cnkfENWII/AAAAAAAABJI/qarw4JzJRPA/s72-c/Akeboshi01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-2206283147467306085</id><published>2007-11-26T11:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T10:26:30.864+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='article'/><title type='text'>MSN phishing!!!</title><content type='html'>"If I were you I wouldn't give this site my passwords! I'm not totally sure but I bet it's a virus of some sort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.blockdelete.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curiosity is a bitch. Let it be." found on http://nomadfromfinland.blogspot.com/&lt;/p&gt;And actually he is pretty true  about that... well almost. This my dear reader is a phishing site. :) If you enter your user name and password you will get back to the site (at least I did when I entered some random data), with nothing on it (if you look at the URL, then there is your user name and password you added into the fields before submitting).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all what does it do: it copies your name and password to their database, and when you are offline it logs into your MSN account (and they have access to your hotmail mails also...) and sends through your MSN account this message to the contacts in your list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"http://www.clicktoforyou.com ;-)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The think you should do if they got your password is to change your msn accounts password... before they do so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I just write this post cause I got already this message also...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-2206283147467306085?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/2206283147467306085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=2206283147467306085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/2206283147467306085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/2206283147467306085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/11/msn-phishing.html' title='MSN phishing!!!'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-4350354454681026324</id><published>2007-11-13T21:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T10:25:59.468+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Between life and death (the consequences of overreacting)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/RzoVHrFkrTI/AAAAAAAABI4/VrfziX-RA1I/s1600-h/Dreamer_Sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 183px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/RzoVHrFkrTI/AAAAAAAABI4/VrfziX-RA1I/s320/Dreamer_Sky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132437946911468850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a quite interesting week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday two weeks ago I woke up in the morning and my right side started to hurt just below the ribs. I didn't pay much attention to it, tough I felt it at every move. I took it as a normal pain, which will last in 3-4 days. The same night I was on a Halloween party with some of my friends. I was trying to be careful. Was a bit afraid of not knowing what it could be.&lt;br /&gt;The night passed, I somehow got home, and the next day when I woke up it was still there. Well the 3-4 day phase is not over, so I won't make a big thing out of it.&lt;br /&gt;Monday it was already annoying at the job. The thing that made me a bit pessimistic was, that the pain was always on the same pitch. And that I couldn't really feel out were it was. It was constant signal of warning. Though I didn't really know about what. The day went buy, I did what I usually do with a growing feeling of being unsafe.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was the crucial day. And nothing changed. I was able to do the regular stuff, go to work, to a birthday party and so, but I felt wary. I didn't knew what is causing this.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday. The day that I said I have a problem. As a friend of my was just operated on his kidney I feared the worst. An operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/RzoXYrFkrUI/AAAAAAAABJA/DASVn8jikj0/s1600-h/emptyness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 171px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/RzoXYrFkrUI/AAAAAAAABJA/DASVn8jikj0/s320/emptyness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132440437992500546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At some point on Thursday I was sure, that I will be operated. I prepared myself mentally and tried to imagine how my state of mind should look like. My thoughts were something like:&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe I will have to change my habits." but mainly: "It is not on me anymore." "I am trusting the doctors. I'm in their hands." And then coming to the point of no regret saying to myself, that there is nothing so important that I would be worry of to loose. Yes, I have a good life. I have friends, family a work. A goal for the next years. But none of them is so strong to really care for when I wouldn't be here.&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I was on the concert on Hiromi my stomach was aching I was lost in toughs and emotions. The biggest question appearing in my mind was how my friends would get a message about the fact, when I would die. I have a lot of people I care for but have no contact with the people who could now about it. In a few seconds I wished during the concert that I would die at the place. It was such a perfect opportunity. But I never meant it seriously. I just like to fix on scenes. Like in movies. And this would have been a great scene, for the movie of my life.&lt;br /&gt;What I also realized during this week was, that I have a mindset that I am invincible, nothing can harm me too much. And that I fear to even think to loose some functionality of my body (hearing, seeing an arm, a finger). I am not able to imagine a feeling of peace in such a state. Though I believe that I will be able to, if something happens to me. I believe I have a strong character, if I have survived so long.&lt;br /&gt;Happy ending  was when my father told me it was just a strain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-4350354454681026324?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/4350354454681026324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=4350354454681026324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/4350354454681026324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/4350354454681026324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/11/between-life-and-death-consequences-of.html' title='Between life and death (the consequences of overreacting)'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/RzoVHrFkrTI/AAAAAAAABI4/VrfziX-RA1I/s72-c/Dreamer_Sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-2714880804156105400</id><published>2007-11-07T00:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T00:58:59.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Garfield section</title><content type='html'>The first episode of BananMan, click on the pick to see more :)&lt;a aiotarget="false" aiotitle="The first episode of BananMan, click on the pick to see more :)" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.garfield.com/comics/comics_archives_strip.html?1990-ga900514"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 418px; height: 122px;" src="http://images.ucomics.com/comics/ga/1990/ga900514.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.garfield.com/comics/comics_archives_strip.html?2007-ga071106"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 418px; height: 124px;" src="http://images.ucomics.com/comics/ga/2007/ga071105.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will come more, don't worry. Maybe just links though, as there are a loooot of spider jokes, dog appearances and simple Garfield humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or rights can be found at the website &lt;a href="http://www.garfield.com/"&gt;www.garfield.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-2714880804156105400?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/2714880804156105400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=2714880804156105400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/2714880804156105400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/2714880804156105400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/11/garfield-section.html' title='Garfield section'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-6892132126215612542</id><published>2007-10-22T23:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T10:24:52.484+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Bratislava Jazz Days 2007 - Day 2 and 3</title><content type='html'>Ulf Wakenius and the AMC trio - I think this is called also mainstream jazz. It was a nice experience listening to them. There were a lot of improvisations, and Ulf as a ghost briliantly added to the whole impression. It was worth listening to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/Rx2PGY-Ze3I/AAAAAAAABIM/Dm71jMv8JHU/s1600-h/IMG_0052s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 161px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/Rx2PGY-Ze3I/AAAAAAAABIM/Dm71jMv8JHU/s320/IMG_0052s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124409290963647346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saxofour - as some ppl agreed upon. This was most propably the best band on saturday (except for the fans of hip-hop). Those for people were showing a brilliant adaptation of movie music. I have heard just once such a band, and it was not really fitting into my mood. These guys were incredible. I say it again INKREDIBLE!!! Not even with their profecienty and their improvisations, but also with their stage performance... Seeing 3 grown up people with their instrument hiding behind a reproductor, while the forth one is playing... or in another scene fighting with their instruments (always according to the movie theme). Lovely, funny, won the audience :) Let the Austrians blow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Egan Trio feat. John Abercrombie (USA) - Well I do not have to much written around this performance: calm solos, and the bassguitar was to deep for my taste. Anyway I believe that this concert was also worth the money. But didn't left any big impressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bjd.sk/Program/gregusova.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 190px;" src="http://www.bjd.sk/Program/gregusova.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hanka Gregusova Band - A young Slovakian singer. My opinion got corrupted, as I got an autograph from here dedicated to me :) But I have enjoyed the show a lot. It was amazing to hear her voice, I had the feeling that it fills the whole room, which is exactly what I love to hear :) She had also some very good musicians around here. I didn't like the sax player, though he was making a real though job up there. The pianist is also worth to mention for his great solos! It was really touching :P And the bass player had no real chance except of one, time, but that gave me back the confidence in the classical bass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us3 - too much hiphop in the first 15 mins, didn't stay till the end. Though we heard some sax and trumpet solos through the window outside, when we were leaving, so it could have been better... but had no mood for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bibi Tanga - french guy, was interesting sound. He plays the bass and so I felt like the whole music was based on this. Big surprise was in some cases the violin. The best song of that all was "At war" which had a text something like: "A country at war - fight love and freedom". While there was a beautiful violin solo. Also on thir site is the song Don't Stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Evans Soulgrass - well this was amazing! I never thought a benjo, a sax and a violin. I was shoched more then once how these tree instruments fit into each other. Also the bass player was good, but had just one real solo and stayed mostly in the back. It was a bit country like of course because of the instruments, but if this is what country can be, that I may like it very much. I give an A+ for this concert also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bjd.sk/Program/fnf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 199px;" src="http://www.bjd.sk/Program/fnf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friend 'n Fellow - It is still hard for me to believe, that this is their actual name: Constanze Friend and Thomas Fellow. Anyway they are a great duo. Just a guitar and one voice (in this case, though I seen some youtube clips, where they both singing). They made a huge atmosphere, the strongest one during the whole weekend. Small suprises like they played Deep Purple - Black Night, ACDC - Highway To Hell (not my favourite), Johny Cash - Rain Of Fire and the last song which I can't remember - but it was a love song and they played it 2 as fast as it is played normally. I laughed at this, cause again, an experince totally new for me.The song Elf with the German intro was one of the most touching songs of the evening. I loved it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry Tóth - I have almost forgotten him!!! Bad me, bad me. He was playing at the B stage in one of the breaks. Poor me, he didn't have as much time as the usual B stage performers(just one break). But that was more than enough to enjoy the beauty of his play. In felling a bit latino and sometimes very technical. He build up most of his songs on a slow, calm emotional intro going into a wild improvisation and coming out again. Nothing new, to say the truth, but he makes this extremely well. I enjoyed every second of it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gyra Spyro - Hawaii, sunshine, holiday. Fun, but not my style. But I loved Bonny Bonaparte at the drums! Gush what a great drummer + a good voice also. Bad luck that after around just 6-7 minutes of his final solo half of his drums felldown... of course he finished it like a professional and so played a bit with his voice! Groovy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things - to many ppl, to few places. Quite disturbing, when you don't even have a place to sit. :(&lt;br /&gt;+ they managed the sound almost perfectly. So it was more then fine quality, except of minor problems.&lt;br /&gt;- beer to expensive 45Skk, Kofola is fine 25Skk (of course 0.5l)&lt;br /&gt;networking possibilities :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my opinion of the first Bratislava Jazz Days I was on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-6892132126215612542?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/6892132126215612542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=6892132126215612542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/6892132126215612542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/6892132126215612542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/10/bratislava-jazz-days-2007-day-2-and-3.html' title='Bratislava Jazz Days 2007 - Day 2 and 3'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/Rx2PGY-Ze3I/AAAAAAAABIM/Dm71jMv8JHU/s72-c/IMG_0052s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-782122112519630569</id><published>2007-10-20T17:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T10:24:00.340+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Bratislava Jazz Days 2007 - Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.szinhaz.hu/thealter-szaszsz/materials/szinhaz.hu02_in_elemei/image_2480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 161px;" src="http://www.szinhaz.hu/thealter-szaszsz/materials/szinhaz.hu02_in_elemei/image_2480.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started, when Mitsuora came on the stage. Well I didn't really know what to expect, I knew just, that she was from Hungary. The songs on the internet, which I have found are not worth mentioning, because of the low quality. So:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitsuora: I have never heard something like this before (I haven't heard a lot of music in my life though), it was a fusion of modern jazz and gipsy traditional singing. I am amazed, stunned and in awe. I always though about gipsy music in a high note as there was for sure a reason they were the entertainers of the Hungrian high society just a century ago. I have also heard some gipsy music on radio, till it when, though it never catched me that much. Most propably cause they were playing songs in hungarian. And in this case she was singing (most propably) the original gypsy way. And this music has a very strong rythm in it + all those unusual instruments. I love that :)&lt;br /&gt;Will go for another concert as soon as possible!!!&lt;br /&gt;see video (though just around 15-20 seconds of her music): http://kultura.sme.sk/c/3546008/Jazzove-dni-otvaral-i-Marian-Varga.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian Varga - as a friend said, he has his glorious days behind him. He is still a big name in Slovakia, but the music was not really my style. It fitted as a movie soundtrack. Sometimes very gloomy depressive piano solos. In other cases I felt like on a typical movie interpretation of a middle age market scene. Not my taste mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomasz Stanko Quartet - This concert was neighter close to my heart. They were playing good, the solo's where enjoyable, but I need a different kind of music. Anyway it was much much better then Varga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bjd.sk/Program/Alvik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 137px;" src="http://www.bjd.sk/Program/Alvik.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alvik - 2. stage: during the breakes on the second stage Alvik was playing. As it is stated on they website they are playing something between nu-jazz nu-soul etc. I missed the first break I didn't know what it will be about, but was afterwards there on time for the second break (left the concert of Tomasz Stanko quartet earlier, saw even Mitsuoka but I was to stupid to ask for an autograph :( Well I had my priority in seeing Alvik). It was more then enjoyable, music for dancing and freaking out. I love it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://files.myopera.com/treb/blog/MikeStern_photo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 208px;" src="http://files.myopera.com/treb/blog/MikeStern_photo1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mike Stern - no comment, people have to hear him life! It was an awesome concert! I had the feeling at the slow parts as if John Shannon was playing (I heard him earlier then Mike Stern), the solos where amazing! I can't not write here the musicians:&lt;br /&gt;Mike Stern - gitara&lt;br /&gt;Bob Franceschini - saxofón&lt;br /&gt;Dennis Chambers - bicie&lt;br /&gt;Anthony Jackson - elektrická basová gitara&lt;br /&gt;As a friend of my loves the bass, I decided to hear it out a bit. I was amazed how good Anthony Jackson was underlining the guitarplay of Mike Stern, it made the whole thing even more groovy :) But I could really not stop to praise these guys. I was stunned. And this was the only concert where I saw that the audience enjoys the music. Though the ppl weren't reacting that passionate when Mike Stern told, that they should buy his new CD, which he sells after the concert :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were no real emotions just a small applauce at one or two stages of the whole festival. Finally at the second half of Sterns concert the people started ti live and were finally clapping and screeming once in a while :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-782122112519630569?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/782122112519630569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=782122112519630569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/782122112519630569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/782122112519630569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/10/bratislava-jazz-days-2007-day-1.html' title='Bratislava Jazz Days 2007 - Day 1'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-5427514008886009656</id><published>2007-10-14T19:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T10:24:28.922+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Going insane</title><content type='html'>Today I had an unusual experience. I though I was hallucinating. I thought I'm going slowly crazy. But I wouldn't mind, if it would happen this way.&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting in the crowded bus no. 39. people were talking around me and the bus was slowly clattering. Noise smog - I thing this is how modern people call this. And then I felt like an angel was next to me and that nobody is experiencing the same feeling. People were chatting before me, on my right side a girl was sitting calmly and on my right a Walkman was all that is worth to mention. And in this familiar though disturbing surrounding I was hearing snatches of an angel singing. Every few seconds I heard it again. Before me people talking, around me no change. I could not figure out where the voices come from, but was astonished.&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes of listening to the voice and the people before me I figured out, that the lady next to the window was singing. The experience for me was more than pleasant. It trow me out of everyday troubles and let me fly for a few moments.&lt;br /&gt;I was playing an imagined piano in my head to her voice, till she stopped. I was enjoying the moment till it faded away from my memories. I am sad, that I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;I have experienced my love to a beautiful woman voice again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-5427514008886009656?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/5427514008886009656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=5427514008886009656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/5427514008886009656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/5427514008886009656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/10/going-insane.html' title='Going insane'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-8711690414219710497</id><published>2007-09-17T16:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T10:22:48.588+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slovakia'/><title type='text'>Le Roi Est Mort, Vive Le Roi!</title><content type='html'>On the 1.September in Bratislava there were the crowning ceremonies again (5th in row). What I pictures I have seen on some ceremonies before, they were a bit better prepared, but anyway it was a nice experience for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.google.com/hajdupeti/RupVnDyVG1I/AAAAAAAAAGE/a-wf2C6V428/Kep%28370%29.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://lh4.google.com/hajdupeti/RupVnDyVG1I/AAAAAAAAAGE/a-wf2C6V428/Kep%28370%29.jpg?imgmax=512" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was of course a bit disappointed, when the  queen of Hungary is crowned and not even one Hungarian world was heard (Slovak, Latin and German were), but anyway I had to accept it as a big theater, with a touch of a medieval fashion show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it all started with a quite tricky weather, which couldn't really decide, if it wants to rain or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the crowning was fine, no raindrops falling from the sky, it all went on without problems. One of the biggest attractions was, that Otto von Habsburg came for this event also. He would be the rightful Caesar of the Austrian-Hungarian Monarchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most fan part for me was what came after this. The people started to move and we were heading on the other side of the Duna. To say the truth from all those medieval clothing I loved the most to group of people, which were thank god quite near to each other. From one I made a lot of pics, see the link below, from the second, sorry no sound :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm talking about is the group with fur cloths, which amazed me again and again. The (most propably) fox fur on them has a such beautiful color, that I was loving it from the first time I saw it. The queen and the king weren't important anymore :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the second group was the drum players, who gave the ritm in my legs, which made me understand how well would I feel to go with drums giving the ritm to my movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed this pretty much, although when we were crossing the bridge the clouds got overfilled and let on us a whole lot of water at once... At least it wasn't lightning and in around 30 mins the weather was fine again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.google.com/hajdupeti/RuphwzyVG3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/PXTjNnGMWnc/Kep%28372%29.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 167px;" src="http://lh3.google.com/hajdupeti/RuphwzyVG3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/PXTjNnGMWnc/Kep%28372%29.jpg?imgmax=512" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We tried afterwards the "local" stores. If anybody knows what burciak is in English please tell me, we had some glasses of that (one of the best I have ever tasted). Bad luck, that I had to leave earlier and couldn't see the cavaliers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another nice experience. And a few pics taken with my now broken phone  :( &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hajdupeti/ASmallCrowningCeremony"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/hajdupeti/ASmallCrowningCeremony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-8711690414219710497?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/8711690414219710497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=8711690414219710497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/8711690414219710497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/8711690414219710497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/09/le-roi-est-mort-vive-le-roi.html' title='Le Roi Est Mort, Vive Le Roi!'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-6192713282125247683</id><published>2007-09-02T17:01:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T01:46:22.031+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Blue Blood</title><content type='html'>Also from my fathers and mothers side I had nobles in the family. I don't think it is in any way surprising for the territories of the Hungarian Empire (till 1918), as if I'm not mistaken from the 18. century you could buy here also a rank from the emperor. Though I don't know the origins of my families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to share this, because my grandfather was searching for his origins. He knew from the tales he heard, that originally they were from Croatia. There was one tail, that for a blood transfusion they had to bring here ppl from Croatia to have a similar blood, as the people in their region had no "compatible" blood. He found the family crest in a book, then made a copy of it. I just wanted to share the crest of the Rarovichi (I'm not sure if the name is written right.) family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...well to and the story, in both families we lost the rank of a noble, as it was given to players, who lost them on cards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.google.com/hajdupeti/RtraTCg7_KI/AAAAAAAAAFI/KRN8Rqvm9sw/Radovichy.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://lh6.google.com/hajdupeti/RtraTCg7_KI/AAAAAAAAAFI/KRN8Rqvm9sw/Radovichy.jpg?imgmax=512" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-6192713282125247683?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/6192713282125247683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=6192713282125247683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/6192713282125247683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/6192713282125247683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/09/blue-blood.html' title='Blue Blood'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-1587471218006557451</id><published>2007-08-16T14:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T14:43:08.605+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><title type='text'>Tiszta szívvel</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Tiszta szívvel &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;    &lt;pre  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nincsen apám, se anyám,&lt;br /&gt;se istenem, se hazám,&lt;br /&gt;se bölcsôm, se szemfedôm,&lt;br /&gt;se csókom, se szeretôm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harmadnapja nem eszek,&lt;br /&gt;se sokat, se keveset.&lt;br /&gt;Húsz esztendôm hatalom,&lt;br /&gt;húsz esztendôm eladom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hogyha nem kell senkinek,&lt;br /&gt;hát az ördög veszi meg.&lt;br /&gt;Tiszta szívvel betörök,&lt;br /&gt;ha kell, embert is ölök.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elfognak és felkötnek,&lt;br /&gt;áldott földdel elfödnek&lt;br /&gt;s halált hozó fû terem&lt;br /&gt;gyönyörûszép szívemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1925&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song of Innocence (With A Pure Heart) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no God, I have no land,&lt;br /&gt;no father, nor a mother's hand.&lt;br /&gt;I have no crib or coffin-cover;&lt;br /&gt;I share no kisses, I have no lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three days I have been starving numb&lt;br /&gt;for lack of either feast or crumb.&lt;br /&gt;My strength: I'm twenty, whole and hale,&lt;br /&gt;my twenty years are up for sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If no one wants to have a try,&lt;br /&gt;then let the Devil come and buy.&lt;br /&gt;and I will jimmy safe and fence,&lt;br /&gt;kill, too, if need, in innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon a noose they swing me high&lt;br /&gt;then in the good soil I will lie --&lt;br /&gt;and tips of poison grasses start&lt;br /&gt;to prick above my splendid heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Translated by Anton N. Nyerges, Thomas Kabdebo [&amp;amp; Adam Makkai]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;found at: http://homepages.paradise.net.nz/hellyer/attila.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-1587471218006557451?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/1587471218006557451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=1587471218006557451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/1587471218006557451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/1587471218006557451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/08/tiszta-szvvel.html' title='Tiszta szívvel'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-5503774542368642134</id><published>2007-08-14T07:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T14:07:13.544+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><title type='text'>One of my favourite poems (translation below)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;József Attila: Íme, hát megleltem hazámat&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Íme, hát megleltem hazámat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a földet, ahol nevemet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hibátlanul írják fölébem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ha eltemet, ki eltemet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E föld befogad, mint a persely.&lt;br /&gt;Mert nem kell (mily sajnálatos!)&lt;br /&gt;a háborúból visszamaradt&lt;br /&gt;húszfilléres, a vashatos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem a vasgyűrű, melybe vésve&lt;br /&gt;a szép szó áll, hogy új világ,&lt;br /&gt;jog, föld. – Törvényünk háborús még&lt;br /&gt;s szebbek az arany karikák.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Egyedül voltam én sokáig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Majd eljöttek hozzám sokan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Magad vagy, mondták; bár velük&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;voltam volna én boldogan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Így éltem s voltam én hiába,&lt;br /&gt;megállapíthatom magam.&lt;br /&gt;Bolondot játszottak velem&lt;br /&gt;s már halálom is hasztalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mióta éltem, forgószélben&lt;br /&gt;próbáltam állni helyemen.&lt;br /&gt;Nagy nevetség, hogy nem vétettem&lt;br /&gt;többet, mint vétettek nekem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Szép a tavasz és szép a nyár,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;de szebb az ősz s legszebb a tél,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;annak, ki tűzhelyet, családot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;már végképp másoknak remél.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1937. november 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;And So I've Found&lt;br /&gt;My Native Country...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And so I've found my native country, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that soil the gravedigger will frame,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; where they who write the words above me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; do not for once misspell my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This black collection-box receives me&lt;br /&gt;(for no one needs me any more),&lt;br /&gt;this Iron Six that was worth twenty,&lt;br /&gt;this coin left over from the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None needs that iron ring inscripted&lt;br /&gt;with sweet words, that the world is new:&lt;br /&gt;rights, land.--Our laws are the leftovers;&lt;br /&gt;now pretty gold rings all pursue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For many years I had been lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Then many people visited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'd have been happy if they'd stayed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You are alone, was what they said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I lived, useless and empty,&lt;br /&gt;and now I see it all quite plain.&lt;br /&gt;They let me play the fool until&lt;br /&gt;by now even my death's in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All through my life I've tried to weather&lt;br /&gt;the whirlwind that would always blow.&lt;br /&gt;I was more sinned against than sinning,&lt;br /&gt;and it's a laugh that it was so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Spring, summer, autumn, all are lovely;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but winter's loveliest for one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; who hopes for hearth and home and family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; only for others, when all's done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;found at : http://www.hungarianquarterly.com/no149/38.html&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;although I would like to stick with the my translation of the last verse, loosing the structure of the verse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nice is the spring and nice is the summer&lt;br /&gt;but autumn is nicer and the nicest is the winter,&lt;br /&gt;for who's hopes for a fireplace and a family&lt;br /&gt;Is granted only for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Of  course the English version is not able to reflect the whole atmosphere of the poem, but it is enough to show what its about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is the poem of my favorite write. I don't know why, even in my "early days" when I was less then 10 years old I have remembered some of his poems. His tragedy in life and poetry influenced my life. Now that I think of it, I would rather say that I can interpret my life in his poetry and in a way I believe I understand the tragedy of his life, although I have a completely different one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The first verse is also very near to me, but most probably from a completly different reason. I am a minority in Slovakia. It is quite normal that Slovaks don't know how to write my name down, as our surnames are traditional Hungarian ones (like Szűcs or Török) when they don't even know the letters... and I have a lot of friends who have it even harder then me. If ppl know how to write donw your name, it means that you are somehow related to them. I think this is for ppl in a minority even more important, then for other ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-5503774542368642134?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/5503774542368642134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=5503774542368642134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/5503774542368642134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/5503774542368642134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-of-my-favourite-poems-sorry-for.html' title='One of my favourite poems (translation below)'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-13549237577862944</id><published>2007-08-08T22:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T14:35:56.566+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>LGT</title><content type='html'>After a nice trip to Budapest with some British guys we met in the train, I slowly got to the &lt;a href="http://www.sziget.hu/fesztival/"&gt;Sziget&lt;/a&gt;. Well, I'm sure it will be a hell of a week there, and would like to be there to, but no money no fun + I'm working during the week. But anyway the concert was awesome, tough with a lot of difficulties...&lt;br /&gt;Basically when we bordered the train to Budapest, it was full. Well not as full as the trains on a Sunday during the school year, but it was full. A lot of people with backpacks were going to the Sziget, most of them speaking English in the train, I just happened to talk to a girl from the Netherlands and then we (I went there with my brother) got a sitting place with 3 guys from Great Britain.&lt;br /&gt;After some side stories we went to the Sziget... got there, check-in went superb, no real waiting time :)&lt;br /&gt;Inside a lot of foreign people. In the evening a lot of parties, good mood, smiling faces, small groups playing guitar (Oasis - Wonderwall) . We went up 14 meters on a tower, and looked around, before me 2 discos, behind a life concert (though amateurs)  and drunk happy people cruising around - it was around 2:15 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to the concert. I learned some lessons: don't go with people, who don't have the same mindset, it can  spoil a lot, even if you like those ppl... I like to be in the first rows - they don't; I wanted to buy a shirt before the concert to have something remembering me this concert... well I had the feeling at 0:30 that we will miss it... we didn't, but I was quite nervous about that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the concert - first the problems, then the things I want to remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;3-5 times happened, that a "bass-wave" was coming from the speakers (I hope you understand what I mean, if not, give a note, I will find it out what it's called)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A helicopter pissed up one whole song, by cruising above the stage... Though after the song Presser told us to wink at them to go away, but the one guy showing his middle finger in the audience made the difference (to see just one middle finger from around 200 hands is quite acceptable I think)...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I missed though a stage performance they were promising, it was well, but I saw in my mind a more colorful performance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nothing else really bothered me... and this was max 3% of the concert.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; So lets get to the thinks worth to mention!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;according to the organizers 50.000 people were at that concert&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;age of the fans was in average I think 35-40, I believe there was somebody from every generation!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;one of the most interesting instruments I have seen in my life (something between a trumpet and a violin, which you play like a violin...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the audience... singing the songs of the classics was  great. LGT has been listening to the audience singing one of their whole song, without playing anything - well thats quite luxurious :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the improvisation parts were nice, and some new feats, they tried to play Boksz with an electric guitar using a distorter.   The monotone parts were quite dull, as it was overlaping all other instrument, but when they started to play the instrumental part as a duo with a normal guitar, it gave a much better sounding, then the original song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the timing - exactly when I said, that there should have been a change into a more powerful song they had played it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that I knew all the songs and most of the texts also, well I have been listening to them the last month... (and that I couldn't here myself singing, cause it had to be horrible (with my voice...), I have spoiled the night for a few ppl :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The amazing drum solos at the break, when the band was going down between the ppl (also one of the worst parts of the concert, as I couldn't see them, just on the screen).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And of course a nice ending, seeing all four musicians behind the piano, singing Szól a rádió (The radio talks), the audience singing with them as the whole last hour and you see and here Presser fighting with his tears...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; I had a great time, miss the people I used to go to such concerts with, but thank you for showing me the beauty of them. And looking forward for the next great concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Nagyon jó ez a repülés, ez a távoli ragyogás!&lt;br /&gt;Nagyot bámul a vasutas!&lt;br /&gt;Felszállás, éjszakai vonatozás!&lt;br /&gt; LGT - Éjszakai vonatozás&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-13549237577862944?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/13549237577862944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=13549237577862944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/13549237577862944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/13549237577862944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/08/lgt.html' title='LGT'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-2856644934030411998</id><published>2007-07-29T13:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T17:01:33.215+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Music - Portal</title><content type='html'>Once in a while I browse the net for amateur bands, to listen to their music, and find something new. Till now my favourite site in this way was &lt;a href="http://fm4.orf.at/soundpark"&gt;http://fm4.orf.at/soundpark&lt;/a&gt; Here the bands could upload their tracks, and in the first month you are able to download them, and then just to hear them out. Anyway there are some good songs, though not many in a good quality. But I have found some bands I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But recently I have found another site. &lt;a href="http://www.garageband.com/"&gt;www.garageband.com&lt;/a&gt; I listened to the progressive best 40. Well I wasn't much caught by the most of the songs, but it didnn't matter much, as already the second song was incredible. Portal - Insurgent few (life) You can hear the song at &lt;a href="http://www.portalband.com/"&gt;http://www.portalband.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed. Then looked around at their site, and found out, that they are needing some translators. So I translated their bio (took me ages) into Hungarian. and send it to them. In less then 30 mins I got a reply, that its fine, and the only problem si that they are making now a new site, as the new CDs is comming out. .. well problem is the bat word... opportunity - make a translation of that one, too, and get a goodie package with a CD, stickers and a T-shirt!!! Well thats motivation :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also told me that they might come to Slovakia during they Europe tour!!! Would be so happy to see them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats the fun in finding amateur bands, which no one knows, and then you are the one, who is a contact person, and get top know them ;) Hell I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-2856644934030411998?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/2856644934030411998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=2856644934030411998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/2856644934030411998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/2856644934030411998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/07/music-portal.html' title='Music - Portal'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-210128055205115267</id><published>2007-07-29T13:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T17:00:57.029+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Nice surprise</title><content type='html'>I though at the beginning of July that I will have a quite boring summer.  Most of my friends in Bratislava went home or  abroad. But I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first nice change came on a bday party (not mine :P) in June, where I met a lot of friends from high school. I think now I'm in the period of my life, where you see the need of true friends. A lot of people said to me that most of your true friends you will met in your grammar and high school, now I agree with them. We had a quite good collective, which is still there. It is no problem to go out for a beer and talk with them about anything. So I meet a lot of people from them in the last days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second group of people are the trainees and their friends (trainee - I use this word for foreigners working in Bratislava through an organization).  I met Dom through them. Very funny, very communicative. And the best thing he did to me, was that he gave me a few chances to get to know the other trainees, and come to parties. I have to thank him a lot for few nice parties! I hope I will be able to get into their contact list and go out with them more often. I love to talk to people with different life experiences... My only problem is, that I quite often lack the questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to not sit at a computer all the time. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-210128055205115267?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/210128055205115267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=210128055205115267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/210128055205115267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/210128055205115267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/07/nice-surprise.html' title='Nice surprise'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-5346030838680492548</id><published>2007-07-29T13:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T16:59:59.851+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Death in the air</title><content type='html'>I don't know about being deadly ill, nor I don't plan any suicide - I will talk about something different. But I will tell the world, that I don't believe in suicide. When I was around 10 years old I was thinking about suicide, also the means how to best do it. Well I didn't found an answer for how to do it... But I came up with the mindset, that it is useless, well in my case illogical, to give up life. I think because I'm a curious person and with a positive attitude to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whay I write this post was because I really felt death in the air. I was thinking about loosing people near to me. Most propably because my grandfather had a dangerous operation in july, and my subconsiousness was giving me sign to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just realized that how lost I would be, when I would loose the people I depend on, my parents. I understood that I fear the day, this will happen, and that I can't even imagine a life without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should learn how to cook and wash my cloths from my mother, and go for a hunt with my father (I will go there for hiking, I do not agree with killing animal in that way.  Though at least they are killing with considerations - old and overpopulated animals -, and not everything that comes in their sites...). Every of these activities should bring something in my life and on the other hand I would spend some time with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just know that I fear death, but this should be normal. I will need to control and understand these feelings more, so if the time comes, I will react the right way (if needed, then be strong or just simply cry from the bottom of my heart, and then move on)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-5346030838680492548?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/5346030838680492548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=5346030838680492548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/5346030838680492548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/5346030838680492548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/07/death-in-air.html' title='Death in the air'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-4914263485617073206</id><published>2007-07-29T13:10:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T16:58:46.871+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Break</title><content type='html'>I use to have breaks at writing blogs... I had one till yesterday.  I was writing for 2 hours new posts yesterday in the evening about things I wanted to share, but I lost the fle :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a small sad post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-4914263485617073206?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/4914263485617073206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=4914263485617073206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/4914263485617073206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/4914263485617073206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/07/break.html' title='Break'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-8241825071359243913</id><published>2007-07-10T23:22:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T23:48:07.393+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Started a new work</title><content type='html'>1.) Please don't ask me what I do. It's my second day now. Only after 2-3 weeks I will have a basic overview, and will have some answers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway I'm happy to have a job again. I wasn't working for the last 9 months and my financial stability, well became into a financial instability... though I'm still able to pay rent, I don't have money for food anymore. I thank here for the support of my parents, that I still can count on in this case.&lt;br /&gt; I usually think: my money my freedom. I was always told by my father, that I can do whatever I want, when I won't live in his house and eat from his money. And I'm a person who lives according to rules. So this was the rule number one in my life. That's why the first time I earned money, it was the first time I felt freedom. I believed, that I rule my life, finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That's why I enjoy so much the though that I work and will earn money again. I can make again decisions on my own, and also I will have to take all the consequences. Looking forward for my first 2 salaries :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-8241825071359243913?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/8241825071359243913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=8241825071359243913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/8241825071359243913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/8241825071359243913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/07/started-new-work.html' title='Started a new work'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-2144677935857214819</id><published>2007-07-06T20:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T14:27:08.049+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Looking back at my birthday</title><content type='html'>I had on 10. june my birthday, so almost a month ago, and it was one that at first assured me in how I imagine my place in this universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to meet a few friends during the Junifest (where I had stolen the 1 liter jug). I have told the most of them already a month ago, that I want to go. I was really looking forward to it as a small child. Except of Sebastian, nobody came. Though in his place it seemed, that he camed because his friends, with whom he also planned to come here.&lt;br /&gt;So the first bad experience was, that basically noone came. To make it even worse the only guy who did come was sitting at a different table, and going away without changing a word with me. That was a quite disappointing experience. And what pissed me up even more was the fact, when on sunday (I wanted to meet them 2 days before my birthday) I became a msg from Sebastian that he wishes me everzthing best on my birthday after ignoring me completly on friday and not using the chance to congratulate me personally. So basically all that I have planned for that day went up in smoke (A füstbe ment terv) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our story does not end here. It would, if I would be so pessimistic, as I try to be usually, but I tried to figure out why it went so bad... I was searching for the good things around these happenings. And there are a lot of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On wednesday I was calling Erika, who is a girl that has to many things on her mind, and wants to be everywhere, if she remembers the meeting she was promising me on friday... of course she forgot. Annoying. Anyway what happened afterwards was, that when we met on friday she didn't sleep for 2 days (parties to celebrate her bachelor degree and her moving out of the dormitories). We met at around 2 p.m I think. She was falling asleep on the bench, and was telling that she is in hurry cause she wants to meet a friend who she can't meet during the summer anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It took me time to inderstand, that she has really taken the time, even though she needed it herself to be also with me. It took me time to understand because of the circumstances and her character, that this was a great gift. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second such gift came from Laci, who wanted to come up to Bratislava, just to see me and then leave in the evening. Loosing a few hours of his life just by traveling.&lt;br /&gt;I then agreed with him, that I will call my old friends from high school (in Slovakia it is called also gymnasium!) to meet up at the next weekend at a near sea to have a picnic. I have called a lot of people to go, and at the end I have decided to go somewhere else. It was a family problem, I think I will talk about that also in a blog.&lt;br /&gt;But I told my friends via sms, to meet up in the end in a small pub at around 20:00, if somebody is interested, then send me a sms. I got one sms, from a good friend, Zümi, who told me he wants to meet up... This was at around 20:30. I was quite disappointed again, cause I just got one sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Zümi was called by Csongi, who told him that ppl are already at the pub, which I have suggested, and if they want to go also, thats how I got to know that actually ppl are waiting for me at the pub, and that was quite surprising! As we arrived many of them had to leave already. So they stayed another 30 min and then left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a good feeling, that I have ppl I can influence meeting up, and I have ppl caring about me in my surronding. Not many, but there are some. And that gives me a bit selfconfidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I was talking to Sebastian afterwards, he said on beerfest like the Octoberfest in Germany it is quite common to just go to one table and knock on it which is like saying hello to everybody.&lt;br /&gt;2. thing I got to know from Sebastian was, that it is said in Germany, that when you congratulate somebody before his birthday, then it brings misfortune.&lt;br /&gt;...cultural differences :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS2: and I wanted to thank everybody who cheared me up on my birthday and wished me all the best&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-2144677935857214819?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/2144677935857214819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=2144677935857214819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/2144677935857214819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/2144677935857214819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/07/looking-back-at-my-birthday.html' title='Looking back at my birthday'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-7345847909509445809</id><published>2007-06-11T11:41:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T18:59:35.113+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='article'/><title type='text'>Green blood???</title><content type='html'>Green blood caused by medication (drugs). Don't swallow everything you get from a doctor...&lt;br /&gt;See full story here: &lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/canada/british-columbia/story/2007/06/08/health-green-blood.html"&gt;http://www.cbc.ca/canada/british-columbia/story/2007/06/08/health-green-blood.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-7345847909509445809?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/7345847909509445809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=7345847909509445809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/7345847909509445809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/7345847909509445809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/06/green-blood.html' title='Green blood???'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-5828897323697140153</id><published>2007-06-09T14:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T16:29:47.245+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>The fight between good and evil</title><content type='html'>We live in dark times. You never know what could happen to you and when. You never know what the person next to you thinks. Everyone is suspicious, everyone can be the bad guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or story happened ones in Bratislava... It was an unusual warm summer day when you sweat till you have water in your body. The people where happy anyway. They didn't know, didn't care what will happen. They though it was only a regular day, with a small festival called Junifest, where beer was flowing like water. And we all know, that beer is one of the most dangerous drinks in the world, which can make ppl go crazy and do things, which can't be told out loud.&lt;br /&gt;It was already past MIDNIGHT when the evils spark sprang into its victim. Some ppl noticed how is eyes started to be starry but they though it was just because of the beer. The waitress suspected the least, and it was a horrible mistake from her to not take it away earlier. And so the inevitable finally happened. A litter jug slowly slipped into the backpack, the devil himself smiled in hell. But he still could make a move to make our antihero suffer for his mistake... there where 2 guards at the door, who just a second ago controlled every bag!&lt;br /&gt;It happened as it should in all stories with drunk people in it. He has chosen the time to live so, that the guards didn't give a damn. Phuh... said or antihero, when he noticed that another guard is standing at the gate just a floor lower. When he learned something in life (and from a lot of managers) then it is, that if you want to make a good expression, make the things they want you to do even before asking... So he opened his bag and showed it the guard. The guard looked into it quickly saw a jacket in it and didn't care anymore. Freedom!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/Rmq5MxotPQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/alwEWuHZsWY/s1600-h/Korso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/Rmq5MxotPQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/alwEWuHZsWY/s320/Korso.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074071559319928066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be feeling always guilty when I will drink from this glass. Thats my penalty from life. And I'm 99% sure, that I won't do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reclaimer: In Slovakia it is NOT a normal thing to steal!!! If I wouldn't be drunk I would think about that, as it is a beautiful peace of art, and I have in my room just a 0.5l glass, and to buy one is quite expensive. But I really wouldn't have taken it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-5828897323697140153?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/5828897323697140153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=5828897323697140153' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/5828897323697140153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/5828897323697140153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/06/fight-between-good-and-evil.html' title='The fight between good and evil'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/Rmq5MxotPQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/alwEWuHZsWY/s72-c/Korso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-2239791969988702246</id><published>2007-06-06T21:36:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T23:15:47.887+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Money above quality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/RmcjyxotPMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/3R-QqFz7Cvk/s1600-h/radio.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 186px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/RmcjyxotPMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/3R-QqFz7Cvk/s320/radio.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073062860480658626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This topic was inspired from the happenings with the Petőfi radio, which was an organic part of the last 5 years of my life and was... well how should I say... innovated... upgraded... was given a new face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petőfi was the only Hungarian radio I was listening to (the 2. radio I use to hear is &lt;a href="http://fm4.orf.at/static/stream/index.html"&gt;FM4&lt;/a&gt; which is an Austrian... how to define... a multi language (English and German) non-pop radio).&lt;br /&gt;It represented a unique program by taking apart various topics from every aspect of life. From literature to science, from religion to philosophy and also music and health care. Of course it is easy to talk about these topics, the difference that this radio made to all the non-existing such radio stations was the preparation of the reporters. Basically every topic was moderated by people who do the job for a few decades knowing the ppl, which can talk about the topics in an interesting way.&lt;br /&gt;For me it was the only program in the mass media, which had still a value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember, I started to hear Petőfi when I was around 17-18 and at that time I was up till 1-2 a.m. Because of the great topics I began t be up till even 3 a.m. Those where beautiful days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The alternative which is now offered is a non-stop music radio. As it is said for the age from 18 to 39.  I have to admit, that the music selection is not a common one from the offer which Hungary's radio stations give, but I believe it will change in 2-3 months as the commercial radios will take some steps towards these music styles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course they want to make a commercial like radio, as they want to sell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I let one tear for the past, for a radio, that was worth listening. (anyway the new laws will destroy the internet radio in the USA). So the radio will be slowly history.  I hate to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-2239791969988702246?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/2239791969988702246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=2239791969988702246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/2239791969988702246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/2239791969988702246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/06/money-above-quality.html' title='Money above quality'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/RmcjyxotPMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/3R-QqFz7Cvk/s72-c/radio.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-1461562191645015339</id><published>2007-06-04T12:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T15:25:17.250+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slovakia'/><title type='text'>Bazant Na Mlynoch 2007 (Pheasant At The Mills)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- For those who may find this blog entry searching for info on the &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/event/552456"&gt;Bazant 2008&lt;/a&gt; -&gt; 30. May, Friday, Mlynska Dolina; main acts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Puding Pani Elvisovej, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Polemic&lt;/span&gt;, Hex, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Horkýže Slíže&lt;/span&gt;, Aneta Langerová, Tina, Komajota&lt;br /&gt;So come and enjoy -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Don't be suprised by the name... Pheasant comes from a Slovak beer brand called Zlaty Bazant (Golden Pheasant) and Mills is an abbreviation of a place in Bratislava called Mlynska Dolina. Mlynska Dolina is basically a small student city in Bratislava, with a few thousand students living there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bazant Na Mlynoch is happening every year, at the end of may. It is a one day event, with a lot of live performances from Czech and mostly Slovak bands. For me it is one of the best events in the year!!! As I enjoy hearing instrumental music I don't go to discos, cause I got annoyed by the music instead of enjoying it, and I have no real community with which I would go to concerts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway how does My bazant look like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- I meet at least 30 friends I haven't seen for a few months. So I am with them, till it is fun, till we have something to tell, and then go on to find new ppl :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Enjoying the concerts. Not important if it is "calm" music or for jumping :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- Drink a lot of beer :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The worst part of it was, that one of my favourite live bands didn't came - Ciste Tvary :( The bass player was my schoolmate when I started studiing informatics in the University.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The bad part was the showman Sajfa - I never liked that guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The missing part - No Vidiek this year, so neighter they show, which brings a very good mood nor their hits: When it's 7 a.m I turn on my radio (Ked je 7 rano zapnem radio)... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The best parts of this years Bazant were, the two last concert where I was fighting myself into the first rows... I don't think I will do it again, but according to the circumstance, that my ankle still hurts a bit it was the best place for enjoying the concert (so I was seeing Polemic and Buty from the first line) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway Buty as the finishing band wasn't a good joice. They are playing good music, I liked it a lot, but for drunken ppl who want to party there should have been a better music for dancing, after Polemic (who are real showman). Last year it was raining like hell, and Buty wouldn't be able to hold those ppl around like Kristof last year.  Most propably this year 40-50% of the ppl would have left after Polemic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think this festival makes me feel younger than I'm. And most propably that's why I plan to visit it in the next years also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-1461562191645015339?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/1461562191645015339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=1461562191645015339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/1461562191645015339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/1461562191645015339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/06/bazant-na-mlynoch-2007-pheasant-at.html' title='Bazant Na Mlynoch 2007 (Pheasant At The Mills)'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-5748496856837644286</id><published>2007-06-04T12:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T13:00:26.883+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AIESEC'/><title type='text'>Goodbye Klepo and Deny</title><content type='html'>Goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two ppl were leaving last week, and I won't see them for a few months at least. Deny to Lithuania and Klepo to Pakistan.&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit disappointed that Deny didn't make a private zeroth farewell party, with some old friends... or maybe she did, I just didn't knew about it. I was telling here this 1 1/2 month ago. Of course as in AIESEC always, you have too much to do.&lt;br /&gt;And I was also disappointed, that I couldn't go with Klepo touring (they made a trip weekend into the Tatras), as I had a sprankled angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway they hade a farewell party last thursday before Bazant. Around 20-30 ppl came. It was quite fun. I met an old friend, who I haven't seen for 2 years, and now she is with Klepo (poor them, as Klepo has to leave now :( ).&lt;br /&gt;And I was talking alot with Medved about how and what to eat. We both read books in the last days about this topics, but from different authors. But the result of the conversation was that the books where talking about the same. Today the food we can buy does not contain half the vitamins and minerals the body needs, so it is important to start a diet.&lt;br /&gt;In my book it was said, that today there is a quality starvation: you get a lot of fat and proteins, but the amount of the vitamins and minerals which enable your body to use the fat and the proteins is simply not enough. According to both or books a human should normally live 120-130 years long... So in the last days I try to get as many information about the food I eat as possible before I buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But getting back to the main topic. I know Klepo now for more then 3 1/2 years and Deny for 2 years I think. I have a lot of memories with them, Klepo being the craziest guy I ever met developed during the years in my eyes to a person who thinks sustainable and creates respect very easily with his thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Deny on the other hand fascinated me at the beginning with her balance between work and fun. Which represents for me in a way the @ KE culture :) Being extremely responsible and on the other hand a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank the world that I can count these people between my friends, and hope they changed me also to a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you both! Take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-5748496856837644286?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/5748496856837644286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=5748496856837644286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/5748496856837644286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/5748496856837644286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/06/goodbye-klepo-and-deny.html' title='Goodbye Klepo and Deny'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-1453740601473525981</id><published>2007-06-04T12:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T13:00:49.297+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Non-Stop Internet Access</title><content type='html'>I hate it! Now that I started to discipline myself this happens and makes my whole word break into pieces. I need to get the right motivation to start learning! I CAN DO IT! And integrate the internet as a source for work more then for playing! I just need to think at the right arguments and do the right thinks at the right time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-1453740601473525981?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/1453740601473525981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=1453740601473525981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/1453740601473525981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/1453740601473525981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/06/non-stop-internet-access.html' title='Non-Stop Internet Access'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-6325737947793923723</id><published>2007-06-01T15:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T13:01:05.080+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Movie review - The Fountain</title><content type='html'>In the last year, mostly because of the influence of Dino I started to watch movies which are not always easy to understand (if possible), or have a something special in them. Anyway a friend told me to watch the movie The Fountain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the first half an hour I was moved by the surroundings. Every small detail, every imagined place was so real, as in a dream - you know it's not true, but you believe it could be :) . Time to time I lost a few sentences while I was starring at the sight. But of course a good take is not enough, if you don't have the right sound. The story tells about a man and a woman. The man trying everything to save the woman who is dying, even if it would cost his life. A classic story, so it seems, but the jumps in space and time amaze me and make it interesting... The epic fight should continue. And while the woman assures the man, about the right choices, which is to wait and accept. This comes into conflict with the nature of people and so he fights, till he finally understands what his mission is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always in such films I was deeply touched at the end. If I could cry, I would split one or two pearls of water. I would like to be so sure also, when it comes to the decisions, that I can't influence. And hopefully I will walk in the first snow. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-6325737947793923723?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/6325737947793923723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=6325737947793923723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/6325737947793923723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/6325737947793923723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/06/movie-review-fountain.html' title='Movie review - The Fountain'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-3302051380745954089</id><published>2007-05-24T16:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T13:01:26.726+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Blogging to say I'm alive</title><content type='html'>I realized today that I haven't written anything in a while, and thats a bad sign for me. I am quite lazy sometimes... where laziness means not doing anything that has a meaning or an effect. So I decided to let my thoughts fly, and we will see what will come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few times I was on the net I was killing time on youtube. Mainly looking for funny videos. So I found between others a lot of Jim Carrey and Chris Rock videos. The biggest problems were that I had to hear 2-3 parts of CRs show more then once, as I couldn't understand him. Well it is never enough to know understand language. You also have to get used to the person talking :) That is something that reminds me on myself. I also speak a (bit) blurry. To fast, to quiet and on top of that I often don't use my teethes when I form the words... Most probably the effect of to much sitting before the TV in my childhood, and so talking less to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading and seeing a lot about different "conspiration theories", like:&lt;br /&gt;- Health industry is working to sell as much drugs as possible (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4GXb7-efd4M"&gt;Chris Rock has a very good scene about this topic also&lt;/a&gt;) - where the solution to most of the problems could be, that we eat the right things - vitamins and minerals... Sounds fine I will try to out with special meals I will be searching for. As almost any food you can by is "plastic"...&lt;br /&gt;- The second was a 30 year story which was all about manipulations in the arabic worlds and USA... getting in the end to the point, that Al Kaida was just a brainchild of individuals which spread over the politic scene and caused a fear in the world which &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hopefully&lt;/span&gt; ends shortly...&lt;br /&gt;- And a small statement about global warming...&lt;br /&gt;And the biggest problem is, what I should believe off all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm having exams now, so will be off for quite a while. At least a lot of actions will come the next weeks. Bazant na Mlynoch, Junifest :) Yipee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-3302051380745954089?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/3302051380745954089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=3302051380745954089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/3302051380745954089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/3302051380745954089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/05/blogging-to-say-im-alive.html' title='Blogging to say I&apos;m alive'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-131301047204978803</id><published>2007-05-18T14:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T17:09:43.817+02:00</updated><title type='text'>After Eurovision 2007</title><content type='html'>So the Eurovision is over. I congratulate Serbia for winning the contest. They had a very good song, although not one of my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungary got in the end 9th. I think it's a very nice result, so that means Hunagry will be represented hopefully also next year in the finals. I would here thank for Serbia for the ten points (we have given you back the favour :)) and also for Finnland for the 10 points. At the beginning of the show our reporter at the Eurovision was telling, that a technician came into his place and said, that his favourite is the Hungarian song... although not because the music, but because the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for me a very interesting statement. Depending on what the nationality means for you of course. For my nationality is very important, as I'm a minority in Slovakia, it shows were I came from, and were I belong to. That's why the technicians sentence made me feel happiness and respect. I interpreted in these words a feeling of brotherhood between nations or I think we are only cousins in this case, cause our culture differs a lot. But it is anyway a very good feeling and motivates me to prefer Finns a bit more. (Though maybe they told every reporter who was in Finnland the same to get more votes :P, but I don't believe this theory...) Anyway I have a good opinion about Finnish people till now, so maybe I will go there and look around one day, to see if they are the kind of people I have heard they are (I met around 7 Finnish ppl in my life till now and all just for a short time). We'll see. Anyway I'm deeply sorry that you didn't get any points from Hungary :( Though I have no problems with the music Hungary voted for in general (except Turkey and Belarus, Greece is also doubtful...). I really liked the idea of Romania singing about love in 5 different languages, Georgia got me also but I don't know why, though the original clip has some beautiful shots... and I would have given Germany for sure more points! Cause Women rule the world :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the clip from Georgia really caught on me, so I now search for some Hungarian folk art, which I really enjoy watching :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care, whoever you are, I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By The Way - all clips can be found on Youtube or under &lt;a href="http://www.eurovision.tv"&gt;www.eurovision.tv&lt;/a&gt; choose mediacenter, in the upper 1/3 of the page on the right side. In the new site click on the interpretes country and then on the play icon at the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-131301047204978803?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/131301047204978803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=131301047204978803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/131301047204978803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/131301047204978803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/05/after-eurovision-2007.html' title='After Eurovision 2007'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-972854807054420076</id><published>2007-05-11T15:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T17:16:52.385+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eurovision 2007 Semi-finals</title><content type='html'>After last year, when my friend came back from Croatia and talked in a high note about the Eurovision in Croatia, it stuck in my mind. And now it is here again :)&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'm not really into pop as I already described my music taste, but accidently I have heard, that the Hungarian winner of the last years "Mega Star" (TV competition for the best voice of the country) is going to participate.&lt;br /&gt;Hungarys "Mega Star" this year was an extraordinary competition. The last 4 competitors were incredible and extremly diverse. And the winner was Magdolna Ruzsa from Serbia (living there in the local Hungarian minority) Here are some of my favourite songs (thanks YouTube :), enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;Ruzsa Magdolna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G9X2eRp5jd8"&gt;Ederlezi - Goran Bregovic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EllY8lUaizg"&gt;AC/DC - Highway To Hell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tsQrMpDix9c"&gt;Rocky Horror Picture Show - Time warp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Szabo Eszter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dMUzvuIXlE4"&gt;Don't Cry For Louie - Vaya Con Dios &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qAoezIXHYX0"&gt;Good Luck - Basement Jaxx &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Stqm5B9DUFE"&gt;AC/DC - shook me all night long&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poka Angela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9UYkdsE_Ctc"&gt;Mercedes Benz - Janis Joplin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0-G1UyPO-Yo"&gt;Szomoru Vasarnap (almost with the "original text", was played by various interprets under the title: Gloomy Sunday)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lTKZuLdJY2s"&gt;Miss Celie's Blues&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my ankle sparkled (I hope I wrote the name of the injury correctly) on thuesday and on my mothers wish I came home on thursday. I just saw the last 3 competitors of the semifinals. To say the truth I wasn't really interested in watching all the interprets. But in the review I have seen some quality music also. I'm a bit disappointed that the Czech group, Kabat, didn't got into the finals, according to the review there where playing some typical Czech rock music, which the Czechs and Slovaks like to sing on concerts. I like that atmosphere :)&lt;br /&gt;What I really enjoyed at the end of the show was the finish performance (it is now organized by Finland), where I would say the author of the scene nicely combined, according to my knowledge, the best Finland can offer in music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finnish folk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A weak guitar play (most propably because it is a commercial show, but at least they remembered the finish guitar heroes)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Of course with a beautiful opera singers voice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; Basically this is for me the old Nightwish concept :) ... I haven't heard yet what they are playing now.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the most important information: Hungary Got Into The Finals!!! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: hopefully I will find a lot of youtube videos from this eurovision :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-972854807054420076?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/972854807054420076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=972854807054420076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/972854807054420076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/972854807054420076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/05/eurovision-2007-semi-finals.html' title='Eurovision 2007 Semi-finals'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-8569949190796581342</id><published>2007-05-03T15:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T15:46:20.044+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AIESEC'/><title type='text'>Symposium about CSR</title><content type='html'>Here is a link on the basic knowledge: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Corporate_social_responsibility"&gt;What is CSR?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;according&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will quote the first sentence of it, as I find it contains the main idea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Corporate Social Responsibility (CSR)&lt;/b&gt; is a concept that organizations, especially (but not only) &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Corporation" title="Corporation"&gt;corporations&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, have an obligation to consider the interests of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Customers" title="Customers"&gt;customers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Employees" title="Employees"&gt;employees&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shareholders" title="Shareholders"&gt;shareholders&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, communities, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ecology" title="Ecology"&gt;ecological considerations&lt;/a&gt; in all aspects of their operations. This obligation is seen to extend beyond their statutory obligation to comply with legislation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSR is closely linked with the principles of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sustainable_Development" title="Sustainable Development"&gt;Sustainable Development&lt;/a&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I was on a symposium about CSR (corporate social responsibility) and enterpreneurship in learning. I was focusing my point of view onto CSR as this topic follows me from my first year in AIESEC. And I believe that this is a topic worth to work with.&lt;br /&gt;Well after my arrival I had several disappointing experiences, starting from the accomodation trough the organisation not even finishing with the chair or the first days agenda. I was looking forward for a conference which is organized on a very high level. Instead I was experiencing a regular conference which we have in AIESEC. Well in my eyes nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first positive experince were the delegates from some foreign countries. I love to be in an international community. Or maybe just between new ppl who don't know each other.&lt;br /&gt;The second day was fine, as the company presentations started. I was the whole day on the CSR track. Pontis Foundation, EBBF, ZSE, ABN-Ambro where the presentators who gave a basic idea of what CSR is and how the companies implement it, what projects do they make. I believe that most of the bigger companies already implement CSR in their programs. Some more infor on these organisations/companies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nadaciapontis.sk/en/"&gt;Pontis Foundation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ebbf.org/"&gt;EBBF&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zse.sk/index.php?set_lang=en"&gt;ZSE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abnamro.com/com/homepage.jsp"&gt;ABN - Ambro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after these presentation we had a manager from the City group, who was having a workshop with us about CSR. He has a lot of practical experience and as CSR is his hobby he does as much as possible to spear the idea of CSR. We had a great workshop from an enthusiastic presentator. I don't want to go into detail. I will try to write some posts later on about my viewpoint on CSR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the conference most of us agreed that the biggest problem in Slovakia, and Eastern Europe is the lack of klnowledge about CSR in the society, and that its necesity is not seen.&lt;/according&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-8569949190796581342?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/8569949190796581342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=8569949190796581342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/8569949190796581342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/8569949190796581342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/05/symposium-about-csr-here-is-link-on.html' title='Symposium about CSR'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-7810022274685423749</id><published>2007-05-03T14:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T22:14:13.100+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>Today I've got 3 messages from very good friends, that I've got Tagged! For those who don't know - one of those online communities where you should get "connected" with your friends and have an easier platform to share the things you can share anywhere else. Though they give you the opportunity to have all your stuff at one place... Well I don't see the added value compared to a blog or a website.&lt;br /&gt;Usually I ignore these but not now, as this had to be a warning for something (I believe that there are no coincidences, and I usually try to find a meaning...) I think now, that I got these tags cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have friends who think about me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get annoyed by these portals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I first met one of these communities I think 2 years ago, of course subscribed. Why not, a friend is invitating me. The annoying stuff started around 3 or four weeks later when I should have joined at least 5-10 new communities, half of them containing the same ppl I saw in the first one. As every one of these communities offers the opportunity to send an invitation to all the ppl you have in your contact list...&lt;br /&gt;Even more annoying is, that most of these portals need the same information from you to enter, and really I don't want to even copy paste all this info from one place to another... although I didn't have to fill them at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then comes the idea of unification, as in every period of computarilazation (humankind?) when somebody will say stop. Why can't everybody has an own style community which he updates, and just connects him/herself to everybody else he would like to. Or at least a place which contains these repeatedly appearing information, and when you change it in one system, you will change it in all of them. I do not see this option as real, as who would like to give his/her information into a "central" database, where with just maybe a loggin name and a password anyone can enter... So the long line of this communities will continue. I have to cope with it I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway looking to read/write some more blogs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will change my opinion... I had a bad mood while writing this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-7810022274685423749?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/7810022274685423749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=7810022274685423749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/7810022274685423749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/7810022274685423749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/05/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-3567720498581016079</id><published>2007-04-23T10:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T10:53:59.875+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/Rixuk8jTQAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZMy0X1qNIXQ/s1600-h/Zene_Guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/Rixuk8jTQAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZMy0X1qNIXQ/s320/Zene_Guitar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056538062638759938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does music mean to me? Why do I need it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is emotion. Music is a way of self-expression. Music is a feeling. It influences every cell in my body and mind. It influences my mood and I want it to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The only problem is, that the same music gives a totally different feeling to different people. See I don't like electonic at all, as my head begins to ache when I here the constant drum-machine for half an hour. On the other hand some people use it to party hard... Thats quite a shame, cause I think music could be much more used for defining feelings than words, if people would feel similar about hearing the same music. But we are different also in this way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think if we could simply share what's in our minds wouldn't work neighter as the optimal way of communicatin. 1. question is what we will share. Moments or memories in our minds, that pop up? But then if I want to say somebody I feel relaxed, then maybe I would send a picture with a me on a jazz concert with one of the best solos on guitar or saxophone or vocals or drums or... (Sorry got away with the though... or bass ... :)) While the one I'm sending my memories doesn't understand jazz at all...&lt;br /&gt; But what if we would send feelings? Except of the problem in modern society that we don't want to share our feelings, cause what happens if somebody hurts us, I think also the same problem can come up as with pictures. Misunderstanding based on the character of the person. For me in a way even though it hurts a bit the feeling of  solitude is a way of expressing comfort and safety. I don't know what you are associating with solitude. It could be fear, boredom...&lt;br /&gt; So I think there will be always the question, how we can express ourselves the way ppl would understand us properly... maybe we can't. Though I would wish we could at least smile at eachother from our hearts more. It's a fine feeling for me if someone smiles at me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to music&lt;br /&gt; I do live my whole life with music. During everyday life I hear mostly calm, could say 'sleepy' music, as it is very fine to sleep on this kind of music. I think I like it better that way. I don't like to run in general. :) Although some more energy would be nice to do my work better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now a sortiment of the music I was/am listening to:&lt;br /&gt;I like different kinds of music but it has to be instrumental music. From Rock through different Jazz and Blues styles through metal till some classics and also german pop-rock and the kind of english pop which The Verve plays. So basically if I would like to wtirte down my evolution (one phase is specified by the fact that I have listened to that interpret the most):&lt;br /&gt;0.phase - Republik, LGT, Queen&lt;br /&gt;1.phase - Nirvana, Mettalica&lt;br /&gt;2.phase - Nightwish&lt;br /&gt;3.phase - Led Zeppelin, Deep Purple&lt;br /&gt;4.phase - Agnes Milewski, K's Choice, The Verve, Richard Ashcroft, Coldplay, Omega&lt;br /&gt;5.phase - Anime OSTs, Enya, Afro Celt Soundsystem, Waking Vision&lt;br /&gt;6.phase - Dire Straits, Fleetwood Mac&lt;br /&gt;6,9.phase - Nohavice, Ghymes&lt;br /&gt;7.phase - Macy Gray, Morcheeba&lt;br /&gt;8.phase - Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;9.phase - Tatrai band, LGT, Presser Gabor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something like this. Of course I have to add that till now I was on two Glenn Hughes (ex-bassist of Deep Purple) concerts. Gods it's incredible what that man can do with his voice. The atmosphere which I felt there was always fascinating and touching. I can recommend him to everybody who likes to see a group of "high-end" musicians on the stage.&lt;br /&gt;Here is most propably the right place to thank Luki for a lot of hours teaching (well telling me) about music. Thank you a lot, you gave me a widther overview about music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: as I was writing this blog I found a new pearl :) Robin Thrower. Style is near to Led Zeppelin. Extremelly nice drum solo at the end :)  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s14laZt2qZg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-3567720498581016079?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/3567720498581016079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=3567720498581016079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/3567720498581016079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/3567720498581016079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/04/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zL9nnE3aEgw/Rixuk8jTQAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZMy0X1qNIXQ/s72-c/Zene_Guitar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-6723868533546969495</id><published>2007-04-16T14:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T13:01:48.724+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Missed a concert, met a friend</title><content type='html'>Last weekend I went to BP (Budapest), Hungary. I wanted to go there for the concert of Roger Waters, but I couldn't get the tickets in time :( Sorry Luki, I tried my best. At least now I have a communication system for Budapest.&lt;br /&gt;As I was at least able to arrange accodomation I said to myself that I will go anyway.&lt;br /&gt;The way there was typical like me: 1. went home from BA (Bratislava), as I had to deliver a  bill to my father. Took my sleeping bag also, so when I go back to BA to catch the train to BP I don't have to get back to my room. Of course I realized only at home, thatI forgot to take my money with me, which was also in BA. So I went back in the morning, to get the money, but then again I forgot my sleeping bag there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the train I was talking to a guy who just came back from France from a conference. He is working on minority problems. Well this topic is quite interesting for me, as basically I'm in a minority... (Hungarian in Slovakia). But I think I will have a Post specially for this topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Had a nice chat with him for an hour. And after that Tamas came for me on the station. Brought me to his home.  Quite nice place. We were talikng the whole night through. Sharing electronic information and a lot of stories. Haven't seen him for 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next day I went met with my cousin in BP for lunch. Haven't talked to him for ages, also. And then I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting part of sunday was when I saw a movie I took with me from BP. It's called What The Bleep Do We Know About The World. It was a movie that gave me a new view on thing. Some of the thoughts which stayed on my mind are:&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is addicted to fellings, which then inspire their behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;You create your surronding.&lt;br /&gt;Are you strong enough to make a change in yourself? Can you bear the loss which could come with it? Like loosing some of your best friends because maybe they cant come along with the person you have become?&lt;br /&gt;Unity.&lt;br /&gt;You can become God if you get aware.&lt;br /&gt;There where some more... though I cant remember. Will maybe write a post about this also. Anyway, some of these sentences are taken out of the context... like the God one... so dont interpret to much into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-6723868533546969495?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/6723868533546969495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=6723868533546969495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/6723868533546969495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/6723868533546969495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/04/missed-concert-met-friend.html' title='Missed a concert, met a friend'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-3763940758838424267</id><published>2007-04-03T15:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T15:48:14.949+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>new PC</title><content type='html'>Finally!!! After comparing a lot of hardware components I finally made up with a quite fine new PC for 15.000 Skk (1Euro -&gt; 34 Skk, around 450 Eur). For those who understand:&lt;br /&gt;Intel   Core 2 Duo E6300 1.8GHz BOX 775 2MB dual&lt;br /&gt;ASUS P5ND2 SE&lt;br /&gt;CORSAIR DDR2 1GB 667MHz&lt;br /&gt;ASUS GeForce EN7600GT 256MB HTDI PCX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wanted originally a an MSI GeForce, but they had none. :(&lt;br /&gt; So now I have almost have a functional PC...&lt;br /&gt;1. problem RAM is not fully enabled - uses it only on 553Mhz and not on 667Mhz, which is quite annoying...&lt;br /&gt;2. had some problems with installation because I put the two CD drives above eachother, the DVD player didn't read the CDs properly... After I unplugged the CD drive it works fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The graphical capacity is enormous I think. So now I'm trying to get some games where I can try out the graphical capacity - like Oblivion :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-3763940758838424267?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/3763940758838424267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=3763940758838424267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/3763940758838424267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/3763940758838424267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-pc.html' title='new PC'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-5307824480175645842</id><published>2007-04-03T14:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T15:22:36.185+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Changes in life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ludimaginary.net/blogamoi/images/img_Amoi/sunshine_thb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.ludimaginary.net/blogamoi/images/img_Amoi/sunshine_thb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the last few weeks I realized that there are a lot (this year I met around 4-5) of people in this world who encourage me to live. This doesn't mean that I'm thinking of some kind of a suicide. I had none of  these kind of thoughts for ages. The last time, when I was 10, but then I told to myself, that it has no "logic" to do suicide. It is a simple loose situation, as you never know what will come, what will happen. Life is about changes... Well of course I never was tortured. I don't know what would happen if I would feel constant pain for a longer time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ... talking again of something else then I originally wanted to... I have on the last few years a constant bad mood. Not letting people near to me. Being to neutral I guess, though in some ways I don't know how change it.  So I would encourage now everybody who knows a solution for my problem please help me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The problem: having no ideas how to start a conversation, or what to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;What do you do, if you meet somebody whom you like, with whom you would like to talk for hours, who makes you feel fine just when he/she smiles, or you can make them smile and you have no words, you have no thoughts which would came in your mind, simple emptyness. And if something comes in your mind, then it has nothing to do with the topic, or has no real value in your eyes?&lt;br /&gt; What happens if you can't start and lead a conversation in our world, where conversation is the A-Z of basic relationships. Where you meet with ppl more often through the internet and mobile phones then on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Thats my problem in the last years, or maybe in my whole life. The need is there, but I feel like the tools for realization are missing. So please help me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: trying to see the world with a sunshine on my face. maybe I'm a masochist, that's why I'm not depressed like hell :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-5307824480175645842?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/5307824480175645842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=5307824480175645842' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/5307824480175645842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/5307824480175645842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/04/changes-in-life.html' title='Changes in life'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-676573996698969779</id><published>2007-03-15T18:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T15:26:18.173+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>A day after the day after... Bad luck</title><content type='html'>The only thing important for today is that I wrote and successfully saved my homework, when a half an hour after that my PC crushed. I was watching a movie, and the pic/sound stopped suddenly. I turned off the PC, but when I turned it on again the leds were OK, but the monitor didn't start. I have taken the PC apart (BIOS reset, taken out all the drives/RAMs/cards as used to in DELL through the phone, when I worked there) but the same problem - PC starts, power on and working signals shine on the front, no beep code or anything. I think my mobo (mother board) is defect. Yipee, just 4 months ago I had to replace my power supply... Will have to get a new PC from home :( All my progs gone, have to reinst everything now. I had a fully functioning system (except the SQL database :P). This will take me a days work to get a system like I had before. Installing Win and Linux + applications... Thank God I at least have all the progs on my external hdd, and there is no important data I could recall which went lost for the next 2 weeks. The only thing that bothers me is the dictionairy and the apache server :) So I don't have a place to learn php further on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wish me luck, so I get a functioning PC soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-676573996698969779?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/676573996698969779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=676573996698969779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/676573996698969779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/676573996698969779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/03/day-after-day-after-bad-luck.html' title='A day after the day after... Bad luck'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-16468639373515604</id><published>2007-03-15T18:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T15:25:36.555+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slovakia'/><title type='text'>Slovak lesson - A day after... Sietovica</title><content type='html'>Well, hello again. saturday is here, and this time it means Sietovica. For those who don't speak Slovakian, a small insight into the Slovak dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;-ica : almost every word that ends on -ica has to do with alcohol. There are two main groups we can divide the words ending on -ica:&lt;br /&gt;1.) Spirits with high percentage of alcohol - the new word comes from the original fruit/plant like slivovica (slivka = plum), hruskovica (hruska = peach), jablkovica (jablko = apple) and of course we shouldn't forget borovicka - which is the national drink of Slovakia and is made of the same plant as gin.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Drinking events - if there is a group of ppl, who share something common, and have a party together, then the party's name can be derivated from the common thing they share. Of course other ppl may join also... Most popular ones: kruzkovica (kruzka - course/class), chodbovica (chodba = floor - everybody is invited, who lives on the same floor), Mikulasovica (Liptovsky Mikulas is a city in Bratislava, the party is fro all ppl who come from that city).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is sietovica - all the students who know eachother from the intranet at the dormitories meet for a huge party :) On the biggest party there were around 30-40 ppl max and around 15.000 Skk was paid at the end (25Skk - 0.5l beer, 40-50Skk - 0.5dl spirits at least 40%).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don't want to talk much about the event, a lot of party ppl, having fun, and finished in the morning around 3-4 o'clock on my room a bit sober as I usually say and dead tired. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-16468639373515604?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/16468639373515604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=16468639373515604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/16468639373515604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/16468639373515604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/03/slovak-lesson-day-after-sietovica.html' title='Slovak lesson - A day after... Sietovica'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-29108716516739511</id><published>2007-03-15T18:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T15:24:52.947+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>National Carrier Days 2007</title><content type='html'>I was last friday on the national carrier days. Was quite an action! Haven't had so much fun since the last one two years ago, when I was going around with Luky and Chudou. That time all tree of us had a bit different preferences though somehow related :) That time I've got the most pens and cups :) And it was quite a fun to go around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to go on the NCD mostly because I know the OC and so I always find 10-15 to greet and talk to... and I always sweer at least to 3 of them that I will come for sure :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last years I usually presented also AIESEC for the ppl coming, but not this year. I came quite late (1 1/2 hours before the end). But I think I made the best of the few mins that were available. I was making one round around, to see which companies are here. Of course because I was already a few times on NCD I knew most of them, though the OC made a great job now, and there where a lot of new companies. I was going around the companies, which could offer me a potential job (web developer: XHTML, CSS, PHP). And found some interesting offers. Some of them I'm sure I can't work at now, but in my eyes they won on value. So I will try to focus on those places (of course just 2-3 companies).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also was at a consulting company who gave me a paper with some database questions. It was of course a lottery paper for the ppl, who give a solution can win a new mobile phone. I was quite nervous as it came suddenly and then met some friends so I couldn't give the paper back. Of course afterwards my couriosity led me to fill out the paper when I got down. Wasn't that hard, I was just suprised, as in school we solve different type of questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I met a schoolmate from high school, whom I haven't seen for ages. I was quite lucky, that she came with a car, so she took me home (right before my house) as we live in the same city. It was fine to speek with her a few hours. This way I send her my greetings and wish good luck for her tasks. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't bore you further on, as I use this blog for a diary and not to write some funny stories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-29108716516739511?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/29108716516739511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=29108716516739511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/29108716516739511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/29108716516739511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/03/national-carrier-days-2007.html' title='National Carrier Days 2007'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6696055311291210708.post-8990126153997445921</id><published>2007-03-05T15:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T15:23:53.322+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AIESEC'/><title type='text'>AIESEC</title><content type='html'>Hey ppl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; -&gt; as most of my friends speak Slovak, but my nationality is Hungarian I'll write English :) Logical, isn't it :) &lt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would think the best would be to introduce myself first: my name is Peter, living in Central-Europe in a post communistic country (althrough when I started school we didn't learn russian anymore though I'm thiking of taking some lessons, at least I will learn their alphabet:)). Having a quite normal life, am maybe one of the laziest ppl alive. i think I have spend the half of my life before the TV and the PC (now quite addicted to The Elder Scroll III: Morrowind - after 2 months I'm master of the thieves/mages/fighters guilds, the camonna tong, the temple and the imperial Legion. The Imperial cult and the Telvanni are still missing, though I'm already the Nerevarine - poor ppl who don't understand a word of this :))) ... or maybe happy?)&lt;br /&gt;Learning about information science, trying to focus on web development + database structures.&lt;br /&gt;Need now a part-time job, so I'm not dependent on my parents (except of course the laundry :)), and have my personal freedom - I can go whereever I want. I would like to go abroad someday (in 2 years) to work and study the culture there. I always loved to understand different means of thinking - I have learned about modern whichcraft - see wicca and I've learned the old german alphabet, just cause...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite addicted /or was, I don't know/ with AIESEC... So there is now this research about MCPs :) Quite nice to say the least. At least no there is a written document about how qualified the big leaders in this organisation are :)&lt;br /&gt;Research was lead by &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;David J. Pollay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aiesec.org/leaderresearch"&gt;http://www.aiesec.org/leaderresearch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to some normal stuff...&lt;br /&gt;I have in my whole last 5 years the same problem, I know that I want to make something, I just can't come with the think it should be. I want to program something, but am mostly depressed by the idea, that I don't have a clue what I want to make... Frustrating I can tell... Will write if something has started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my first blog... hopefully I will kick myself hard enough to update it regularly (once a week or so).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peti - Saso jeden :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696055311291210708-8990126153997445921?l=hajdupeti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/feeds/8990126153997445921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6696055311291210708&amp;postID=8990126153997445921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/8990126153997445921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696055311291210708/posts/default/8990126153997445921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hajdupeti.blogspot.com/2007/03/aiesec.html' title='AIESEC'/><author><name>Peti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16924709633994279591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
