When i wake up twenty minutes before the alarm clock goes off, put the coffee on the stove and go back to bed “just for a little more”. When i somehow learn thirty-stroke kanjis just like that (憂鬱 (yūutsu, melancholy) and 薔薇 (bara, rose); with these i could even start and manage a hardcore teenage emo girl band, called 薔薇の憂鬱, Melancholy of Roses). When i tag along the tabletennis club and end up as a guest for a great dinner chatting for hours. When i manage to make a lunch without cutting or burning myself, and it turns out to be one of the best smelling food i’ve ever seen… or smelled. When i can once again start writing stuff for class as well as this blog (actually very happy about that, because if i don’t have to, it’s very hard to get myself to write something quality, since usually when i’d be free to sit or lay down to do something like that i’m usually so tired i’d fall asleep immediately). When i get a korean cookie, then talk about georgian names and sounds, how romanian folkswear is related to others, how the cambodian scarfs are worn, how chinese people celebrate the new year in Malaysia—and all this from people of those countries, live. When there’s always someone to hang out with, no chance to be alone if unwanted. When parties are always great. When i act totally western with friends in the crowded train, and think it’s very funny. When the author of the post this one is sent as a trackback to reassures me i’ll surely find a cosplay and tentacle hentai (though because of similarities in the hungarian version without accents, i thought this was “draught hentai”) festival in Tokyo (joke). When i’m just happy, and it will only get better.

That’s when i feel i’ve become something new.