Today my life’s quite simple. In the morning (well, rathermore the hours neighboring noon) with a friend we went shopping important stuff for wednesday’s party of new year’s eve (that means we bought as many cans of beer as we could), left the stuff at the victim house and tested a few important devices (toilet, cooker, heating, electricity). Before and after that i’ve been playing StarCraft with my nephew, until he left to hang out with friends (man, how will i make a real kyub out of him?), since then i’m studying. Subject’s linear algebra, those of you who studied it could understand why i love it so much (not). I’m playing with linear equation systems, trying to solve them using basis transformations (i hope that’s what it’s called in english), with more or less luck. Isn’t really that so-very-joyful work, but has to be done because next wednesday i’m having an exam of it… Don’t have to say, i could live without it.

Today on the bus on the way back to the capital, after reading about thirty pages of Ulysses, i started to think, and what else would pop in my mind than death? (Probably the strange atmosphere of the book has a part in this too.) I wondered what it would be like if someone close to me died. I was lucky enough in the past nineteen years to meet death only once—in third grade a classmate died—so i couldn’t really imagine it what it’s like. Not as if i’d like to experience it that much…

I rather want to stand prepared when it tries to strike. It’s not a nice idea though to think about the death of family members. I wondered how the others would act, and it’s not a nice thing at all. Mourning is not that pleasant thing you’d like to partake in every now and then. I realised that if somehow my parents died, i could only stay sane if there was someone beside me, alone no way.

But i wouldn’t have written about all this stuff if it wasn’t for the plurk, as there a friend is mourning and some people are just senseless and indifferent towards him. It’s so strange to see people fighting over that how bad it is to joke if someone’s mourning a loss, when i think it’s even worse to dishonour that loss by going on swearing and turning against each other, when it’d be a time to collectively support the stricken one.

I wanted to go on about what i’d do in such times, but i have no real idea, so i rather stay quiet.

In the garden, in the park, on a bench, I sit.
A newspaper floats on the breeze of this late summer.

The Gathering — Analog Park

This two lines of Analog Park are those which made me “love” this song on last.fm. It’s just… so perfect. Though i should rather write “in my room, all alone, on my chair i sit”, because sadly tonight i’m in no park—on thursday i was, in the city park of Budapest, on the icy night of my university. That means all the students go out there skating and drinking boiled wine (which was sadly not the highest quality there), having fun together on till midnight. Well, i left not long after eleven, because i got tired (skating for about two hours non-stop isn’t that light if it’s the first time that winter), so i said farewell and luckily got on the last bus home.