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Julcsi in town

getting ready for The Flying Cockroach celebration.

this came in a bday wrapping paper:

 

Apparently I never take photos at my own parties, so these two were taken by Hubert and thats all I have. There were about 50 people, even my boss passed by. It was a very very nice time. The last guest left around 5:30.

...

the day after. 

Julcsika.

"Hangover Breaker" juice from the corner. Life saving.

... asszem ez is agotanak megy

sunday mornings

bike tour II - from Clinton Hill to Flushing Meadows

 

"It is not going to rain" JNK

 1o min later

 
 

Back to the future.

 
 

Panorama. New York maquette.

Arriving in Flushing. This is still not Chinatown.
This is CHINA.

Ágotának very dirty foodporn.

 

 

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Out with Bori and Allen.

"I am like a banana, yellow outside, white inside"

and let me share this Venezuelan saying:

 "EVERYBODY IS COOL... UNTIL THE COCKROACHES START TO FLY"

(thanks, Gabriel)

 

Ágotának foodporn.

we are throwing a party

and something extraordinary happened.

I DESIGNED SOMETHING. 
FOR MY OWN PLEASURE.

The story of The Flying Cockroach is that when I came home on Monday, there was one waiting for me in the living room. The size of my thumb. I wont get into detail, long story short was that after calming down (talking to myself loud - "oké. oooké. oké. jó. nyugi. nyugodj meg."- staring at that ANIMAL, knowing that I had to kill it otherwise I would NEVER be able to sleep again, also knowing that I had one chance, if I missed it, it would run/fly away and I would never find it) I killed it with one of my sandals and that was it.

Since when do fucking cockroaches  F-L-Y?!