<?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-7508414048038105829</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:12:15.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dóry's Diary</title><subtitle type='html'>The Authentic English Version</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senator888.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7508414048038105829/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senator888.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dóry8-)))</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416123374811559947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/SOTwRv4xASI/AAAAAAAAAAU/R7uW3l0p4cE/S220/1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508414048038105829.post-826650084980326943</id><published>2009-04-06T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T13:30:55.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting The Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hello My Friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had a perfect, sunny weather here in Siófok. It was impossible to resist the temptation of going out, so I got on my bike and took a little trip. I took some photos that I would like to show you because I feel sorry for some of my groupmates who can't see Lake Balaton anytime when they want to. I hope that I can make them (and You) feel being here, and share 'the feeling of Lake Balaton' with them with the help of these photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Enjoy Your Holiday! 8-) Because We Deserve It! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See You Soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dóry 8-))) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/SdpjH-0k2AI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zP3rPActrDU/s1600-h/100_2579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321674898465413122" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/SdpjH-0k2AI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zP3rPActrDU/s200/100_2579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/Sdpicl7I6gI/AAAAAAAAADg/4VAKkaHoiuY/s1600-h/100_2561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321674153047681538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/Sdpicl7I6gI/AAAAAAAAADg/4VAKkaHoiuY/s200/100_2561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/SdpiyehiyqI/AAAAAAAAADw/UjfiJr2e2pc/s1600-h/100_2562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321674529018399394" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/SdpiyehiyqI/AAAAAAAAADw/UjfiJr2e2pc/s200/100_2562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/Sdpi6d11LAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/K6efQLQz-E4/s1600-h/100_2573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321674666274008066" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/Sdpi6d11LAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/K6efQLQz-E4/s200/100_2573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/Sdpju2KjKnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/c5CWHYWmu-8/s1600-h/100_2610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321675566156556914" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/Sdpju2KjKnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/c5CWHYWmu-8/s200/100_2610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/SdpjaxMcdrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xEF7Cbz7rhA/s1600-h/100_2583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321675221224945330" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/SdpjaxMcdrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xEF7Cbz7rhA/s200/100_2583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/SdpjlKdX5VI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rfuflHg1v1c/s1600-h/100_2600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321675399805527378" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/SdpjlKdX5VI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rfuflHg1v1c/s200/100_2600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/Sdpj9p3UIyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Q-Q7wq5_9PM/s1600-h/100_2614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321675820552692514" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/Sdpj9p3UIyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Q-Q7wq5_9PM/s200/100_2614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/Sdpj9p3UIyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Q-Q7wq5_9PM/s1600-h/100_2614.JPG"&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;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/SdpiKVG4MhI/AAAAAAAAADY/r6r-RdFiqDY/s1600-h/100_2561.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7508414048038105829-826650084980326943?l=senator888.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senator888.blogspot.com/feeds/826650084980326943/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7508414048038105829&amp;postID=826650084980326943' title='4 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7508414048038105829/posts/default/826650084980326943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7508414048038105829/posts/default/826650084980326943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senator888.blogspot.com/2009/04/visiting-lake.html' title='Visiting The Lake'/><author><name>Dóry8-)))</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416123374811559947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/SOTwRv4xASI/AAAAAAAAAAU/R7uW3l0p4cE/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/SdpjH-0k2AI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zP3rPActrDU/s72-c/100_2579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508414048038105829.post-5257429101327143631</id><published>2009-03-23T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T13:32:18.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roles and Plays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/ScfwYuFT8FI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8jV5x0iJEeg/s1600-h/dither6.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316482192611995730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/ScfwYuFT8FI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8jV5x0iJEeg/s200/dither6.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/ScfwTpExJRI/AAAAAAAAADI/nrMj4ftEqUk/s1600-h/dither6.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello My Reader,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m back again, with a new inspiration. In almost every cases I can’t point at something, which gave me an impulse, but today I’m able to do this. Now, I can tell you exactly: It was Lilla Gazdóf, and I would like to thank her for the idea of this post. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of her latest posts (’The Show Must Go On’), she wrote about the masks we wear every day. According to her, we always have the most appropriate way of behaving ourselves in every situation, and sometimes we can’t be just ’us’ as we would like to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she’s right, but I see this issue from another point of view, that I would like to share with you. 8-) In my way of thinking, these –how shall I call?- ’behaving patterns’ aren’t real masks, but these are the ’roles’ in our Life. The two expressions would sound like synonyms, but they are a bit different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my personal opinion, it’s an absolutely natural thing, that we behave in different ways in certain situations, and we should never feel ashamed of it. If we would like to analyse this question we should make a distinction between people: Now, I would like to talk about the ’honest person’ who doesn’t act like being someone else out of fashion. I think most of the people belong to this group (or at least I hope).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our Life, we have an infinite number of roles. For example, there’re certain situations, in which I’m a student, or a daughter, a Friend, a sister, a Fellow, a relative, a stranger and the list is endless. Unconsciously, I behave differently in different cases. These roles are parts of my personality, and they’re always ’ME’, but just from another aspect. They’re so equal, that I can’t tell you, which is the ’most authentic one’, and to which I can compare the others. All of them are honestly ’Dóry’, but ’Dóry as something’. I can’t control these parts, and if I was able to, I would never do it, because they’re spontaneous and natural. If you asked my Friends, they would introduce me in another way than my Parents, because they know other parts of my personality. Some of them would probably say, that I’m very serious and always prepared for everything, but the others would tell you that I’m a hopelessly disorganised person. I think this unknowable complexity of personality makes every human being a real character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was about 10 or 12 years old I was too young to understand how personality works. I was always worried about my reactions and the way I behaved in certain situations. I thought, that I wasn’t ’natural’, but actually I did. I just didn’t know that a person can behave in several ways, and I wondered why I was more foolish among my Friends than with my Parents, because I wanted my Parents to know me in details like my Friends. After some years I acknowledged that every person’s personality includes roles, and it didn’t make me feel worried anymore. I’m aware of that my Parents know me as well as they can, and when I will ’pass away’ they won’t be totally surprised when they’ll have a conversation with my Friends on what kind of person I was. It’s a very reassuring idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what you think about this ’personality issue’, but I would be very curious of your point of view, because you’re another person with another complex, whole world in his/her Soul. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Wish You Everything Good and Have a Very Nice Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dóry 8-) &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/7508414048038105829-5257429101327143631?l=senator888.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senator888.blogspot.com/feeds/5257429101327143631/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7508414048038105829&amp;postID=5257429101327143631' title='2 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7508414048038105829/posts/default/5257429101327143631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7508414048038105829/posts/default/5257429101327143631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senator888.blogspot.com/2009/03/roles-and-plays.html' title='Roles and Plays'/><author><name>Dóry8-)))</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416123374811559947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/SOTwRv4xASI/AAAAAAAAAAU/R7uW3l0p4cE/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/ScfwYuFT8FI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8jV5x0iJEeg/s72-c/dither6.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508414048038105829.post-7657962071931732464</id><published>2009-03-16T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T13:44:08.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Born To Be Wild</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/Sb638UcPHdI/AAAAAAAAADA/BF9Bj9Azow4/s1600-h/08RaiderFR3-4Red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313886857250938322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/Sb638UcPHdI/AAAAAAAAADA/BF9Bj9Azow4/s200/08RaiderFR3-4Red.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/Sb630dMGV4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/tC5i0uLaE1s/s1600-h/08RaiderFR3-4Red.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello My Dearest Reader,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to face a terribly serious fact: I haven’t seen you FOR AGES! ’GOSH!’ I looked at the date of my previous post, and then I realized that time keeps passing, and I can’t do anything against it. I would like to do too much: learn more new things, read, write posts to my blogs, create something with my own, two hands, play billiard, spend more time with my loved ones... 24 hours a day is simply NOT ENOUGH for me! 8-D I even had inspiration to talk to you a minimum of 3 times, but I didn’t have time to put my thoughts into words. I feel terribly sorry for this. But let’s talk about something better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel the Spring? I do! I can smell it in the air and feel everywhere. It’s behind the bush, at the bottom of the gardens, on the stem of the growing buds, in the tender trill of every bird, in the eyes of the grandmother walking in the street, and also in the jingling laughter of little children playing in the parks. ...and...naturally...in my Heart and in the Inspiration which called this post into Life in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days ago, I was standing on the balcony of my cosy flat, enjoying the sunlight. Suddenly, a unique, unmistakable sound hummed through the air, giving me a chill down the spine: a Harley Davidson occupied the street for some seconds. The well-known, restless feeling rettled in my mind: ’Born To Be Wild!’ and ’Let’s go motorcycling!’ It’s the best thing to do in such a shiny weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really interested in riding a motorcycle, but I haven’t had the opportunity to get a driving licence, yet. It’s already planned, but it’s a question of time and study, because I put aside the money from my scholarships (or stipends) for the licence. 8-) It motivates me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m ’not allowed’ to ride a motorcycle, but I can legally be a travelling companion. Everytime I can, I take advantage of the opportunity to be the stowaway of my Fellow. He’s a fantastic, absolutely reliable driver, and I enjoy every journeys and trips we take together with his sister and her boyfriend. (The other girl is also the stowaway of her boyfriend.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the journey I can switch off my mind, open my arms wide and embrace the wind, and feel Free. I had the same feeling when I was riding a horse. I liked it very much, and the Freedom of motorcycling reminds me of those memorable days. In my way of thinking, this is the best way for humans to take wings and fly like a bird. I can say it from experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Very-Very Nice Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dóry 8-D, who is looking forward to Spring&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/7508414048038105829-7657962071931732464?l=senator888.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senator888.blogspot.com/feeds/7657962071931732464/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7508414048038105829&amp;postID=7657962071931732464' title='4 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7508414048038105829/posts/default/7657962071931732464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7508414048038105829/posts/default/7657962071931732464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senator888.blogspot.com/2009/03/born-to-be-wild.html' title='Born To Be Wild'/><author><name>Dóry8-)))</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416123374811559947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/SOTwRv4xASI/AAAAAAAAAAU/R7uW3l0p4cE/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/Sb638UcPHdI/AAAAAAAAADA/BF9Bj9Azow4/s72-c/08RaiderFR3-4Red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508414048038105829.post-8514144762446137328</id><published>2009-02-22T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T08:22:52.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Dolce Vita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/SaF6ptlkO8I/AAAAAAAAACw/k3xd9LuHj78/s1600-h/Summer+Jam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305656693049539522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/SaF6ptlkO8I/AAAAAAAAACw/k3xd9LuHj78/s200/Summer+Jam.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(First of all, I would like to recommend you to listen to the song –above- while reading this post. ;-) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello My Dearest Reader,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m back again, full with emotions, thoughts and stories to tell. 8-) How are you, My Dear? Do you feel good in this fantastic, sunny weather?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a brand new habit nowadays: I often listen to Sky.fm in the evenings. (It’s a colossal radio, if you fancy, please try it: www.sky.fm ) There are plenty of channels to choose from in every genre of music: Hip Hop, Jazz, Rock, Popular Music, Salsa and so on. One of my favourites is the Classic and Flamenco Guitar Channel, which I can warmly recommend to you for relaxation. Once when I was listening to it, I had a very pleasant feeling and beautiful pictures came into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes, leaned back in my comfortable chair, and had the same feeling when I was in Croatia with my Family. Some years ago, we spent our holiday in Petrcane, in this small, friendly, peaceful fishing-village. We, the four of us, were sitting on the coast of the Adriatic Sea every evening. We just let our legs swing in the gentle stroking water and watched the movement of the waves below the stars. Tourists and residents were walking in the cobbled, romantic, narrow streets, and enjoyed the kindly warm weather. It didn’t count, when or where you came from, or which language you spoke, people were together and they always understood each other when it was needed. Cheerful, authentic, Croatian music filtered out from the little restaurant some metres of us, and the guests were laughing, dancing and having a good time. We leaned against each other with my relatives and relaxed. It was a fantastic moment, with Peace and Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I open my eyes again, I often feel the wind blow, smell the scent of the water and hear the sound of the waves again. Then, I realize that I’m sitting on the coast of another Sea, in another time. It’s another space, another country, another summer, and always the same ’sitting-by-the-Sea’ feeling; but it’s another Sea: The Hungarian one. It’s the good, old Lake Balaton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you a Fantastic Day and a Nice Weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dóry 8-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7508414048038105829-8514144762446137328?l=senator888.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senator888.blogspot.com/feeds/8514144762446137328/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7508414048038105829&amp;postID=8514144762446137328' title='5 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7508414048038105829/posts/default/8514144762446137328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7508414048038105829/posts/default/8514144762446137328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senator888.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-dolce-vita.html' title='La Dolce Vita'/><author><name>Dóry8-)))</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416123374811559947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/SOTwRv4xASI/AAAAAAAAAAU/R7uW3l0p4cE/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/SaF6ptlkO8I/AAAAAAAAACw/k3xd9LuHj78/s72-c/Summer+Jam.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508414048038105829.post-8947853487099030204</id><published>2009-01-18T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:05:05.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chillax (as Dóri would say it)</title><content type='html'>Hello My Little Reader,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen you for ages! How do you do? (I read another version for this question; it's a more informal one, and I think it's quite nice.) 'What's cookin', My Dear?' 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I have already finished all of my exams. The last one was on the 6th of January: That was the oral exam from 'Introduction to Literary and Cultural Studies'. I had to talk about the issues of the literary canon. It was a very good topic, and I read a lot about it, because I was interested in it, so I had a good conversation with my teacher, and I managed to answer his questions. That was my first oral exam in the University, and it's a very hopeful beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have plenty of time, and I also have the fantastic opportunity to do NOTHING. OK, in fact I do several things: I spend most of my time with my 'Fellow' -his Family- and my Friends, I fulfil my creativity by painting and decorating objects with napkins, play my synthetizer, write, read what I want, take trips, and the list is neverending... I try to make the best use of my time, enjoy my Life, and it has a great effect: I'm as happy as a human being can be. I feel fantastic, sometimes I can even fly without wings, and I'm still The Luckiest Person In The Whole World. ;-) (I'm very proud of this 'title'.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even had time to take some photos too, while I was walking on the coast of Lake Balaton. Many of my groupmates asked me questions about the frozen Lake. Most of them have never seen Lake Balaton at December, and I would like to show them what it looks like. That's why you can find pictures of it in the slideshow. (There are two of a fountain in Jókai-Park as well. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, I made a promise to myself and to my Friends, who can't speak English: I'll translate my first short story, the 'Passengers' for them. Now, I'll begin this project, in order to finish it within one week. It's a very rewarding task. If you would like to read the English version, you can easily do it: Just 'click' on the pdf. above, and download it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an extraordinary post from me: nothing 'philosophica', just my everyday life. 8-) It seems, that I have a 'holiday' from this aspect too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Nice Day and Relax if you can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the Best,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dóry 8-D, the Happiest Person In The World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-cf.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-cf.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=3458764513824675023&amp;site=widget-cf.slide.com"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="white-space:nowrap"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=3458764513824675023&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-cf.slide.com/p1/3458764513824675023/ms_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=3458764513824675023&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-cf.slide.com/p2/3458764513824675023/ms_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=3458764513824675023&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-cf.slide.com/p4/3458764513824675023/ms_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7508414048038105829-8947853487099030204?l=senator888.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senator888.blogspot.com/feeds/8947853487099030204/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7508414048038105829&amp;postID=8947853487099030204' title='2 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7508414048038105829/posts/default/8947853487099030204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7508414048038105829/posts/default/8947853487099030204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senator888.blogspot.com/2009/01/chillax-as-dri-would-say-it.html' title='Chillax (as Dóri would say it)'/><author><name>Dóry8-)))</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416123374811559947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/SOTwRv4xASI/AAAAAAAAAAU/R7uW3l0p4cE/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508414048038105829.post-6295312535671735861</id><published>2008-12-07T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T08:10:02.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Seen Him?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/STv0ibJJrnI/AAAAAAAAABo/NVk73sGPGCE/s1600-h/Road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277080260633538162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/STv0ibJJrnI/AAAAAAAAABo/NVk73sGPGCE/s320/Road.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear My Friend, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you have a peaceful day? I hope you did in this calm-cloudy Sunday afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mostly, I got used to the mediterranean (recently,in reality 'mediterrainyan') climate of Pécs, so I 'missed' the rain in Siófok at the weekend. It wasn't raining, but it was a bit cloudy, dark, and melancholic. Although, it isn't a bad thing at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I took a walk alone in the town, and I visited Lake Balaton, as I'm used to do in every weekend. The Lake welcomed me with a powerful embrace: the wind was cold and strong. It was a bit unpleasant welcome, but friendly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only was I walking there: Families, elder couples and dogs with their masters were enjoying view of the windy, cold Lake. I passed by a young woman, who was taking photos of her children, while they were feeding three beautiful, snow-white swans. The Father payed attention to the two three or four-year-old children, and the Mother took care of the little baby, who was sitting in a pram. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched them for some seconds. I could see my Future as I looked at them: young, happy parents with little children walking together on the coast of the Hungarian Sea... I wish I had a Future like this! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to a 'prediction' of one of my Friends I'll get marry to my husband when I'll be 26 and I'll have three children: a boy and then twins (a girl and a boy). Amen! 8-D (Although, I used to think that I'll have a girl and a boy, but three children is also OK. ;-) As far as I'm concerned, it's absolutely accomplishable.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the 30th of March I'm going to be 20 years old, so there's only 5 years left to get to know my 'husband'. (I would like to meet him minimum one year before the marriage.) But it can happen, that I already know him; or we've seen each other, or even talked to each other already. He could be one of my Friends or mates as well... Who knows? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I know him, he has to hurry a bit... Maybe, after some years he'll recognise me as his wife, start to run to me in the path of Life, and shouting: 'Endlessly, I've found you! I know I was a fool; don't go away, please! You're the One!' - or something like this. There's only 5 years left, so C'mon! 8-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until this special moment I'll live and enjoy my Life, and wait for him, or try to find him. We have to perform a 'Special Project' in our Life together: starting a wonderful, fantastic Family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, I'm as ready as I can be, and I'm here. But where are you, My Fellow? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a Very Nice Day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dóry 8-) ; who is waiting for Future to start &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7508414048038105829-6295312535671735861?l=senator888.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senator888.blogspot.com/feeds/6295312535671735861/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7508414048038105829&amp;postID=6295312535671735861' title='2 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7508414048038105829/posts/default/6295312535671735861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7508414048038105829/posts/default/6295312535671735861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senator888.blogspot.com/2008/12/have-you-seen-him.html' title='Have You Seen Him?'/><author><name>Dóry8-)))</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416123374811559947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/SOTwRv4xASI/AAAAAAAAAAU/R7uW3l0p4cE/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/STv0ibJJrnI/AAAAAAAAABo/NVk73sGPGCE/s72-c/Road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508414048038105829.post-6377015483418585060</id><published>2008-11-30T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:06:21.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Little Thing Called Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/STKnl3wpFsI/AAAAAAAAABg/aV6voehcbn0/s1600-h/Advent_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274462382669240002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/STKnl3wpFsI/AAAAAAAAABg/aV6voehcbn0/s200/Advent_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello My Little Friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome again in this cloudy, rainy Sunday afternoon. It’s 14:33 now, and I even have to switch on my lamp in order to be able to read... It’s much better if Saint Peter gives us light, not the beneficent power of electricity; but luckily, the melancholy weather doesn’t have an effect on my mood, because I’m cheerful, like most of the time. 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I took my first exam in the University: It was ’Boogie Woogie, Rock &amp;amp; Roll, Swing’, but mostly Rock &amp;amp; Roll. Since I got a 5, it was one of the greatest triumphs in my life. Although, I was always considered to be ’unskilful in almost every physical activity’, this time I managed to prove, that I don’t have ’problems’ with dance at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I can remember, I was always interested to dance. I simply wanted to Move. This term, like ’Dance’, has much more to say than it seems at first sight. In my way of thinking, ’Dance’ is the product of the cooperation of Music and your Soul. If you listen to Music, it ’possesses’ you, and then become embodied in your organism by trying to express itself with the help of your moves. This way, Music will have a real message, so it begins to ’communicate’ with the World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the ’means’ of Music is a fantastic feeling as My Rocky Teacher told me in the last lesson ’The best thing in dancing is that you can take advantage of your body.’ I’m absolutely agree with him, and I always thought the same. While dancing every part of your body moves: you can feel your heartbeat, breathing, and all of your muscles strain from your toe to your face. By jumping up or kicking, you merge with the air, the atmosphere of the hall for one second. You don’t touch the air, the air receives you. The ground lets you step, and you can feel this connection with the sensitive receptors of your sole by imressing the clump of your shoes with each and every step you take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing is like a beautiful painting, which is perfect in every particular: the space (the ground, the air) makes the background, the Music is the frame, and you’re the absolute focus of the composition. Dance is the most wonderful cooperation of Humanity and the World, isn’t it? 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the slideshow I show you some pictures of the rocky group and dance in usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Nice Day, and a Pleasant Evening in the first Sunday of Advent!&lt;br /&gt;(Christmas is near. ;-D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dóry8-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-1f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3170534137669382431&amp;amp;site=widget-1f.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137669382431&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1f.slide.com/p1/3170534137669382431/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137669382431&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1f.slide.com/p2/3170534137669382431/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137669382431&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1f.slide.com/p4/3170534137669382431/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7508414048038105829-6377015483418585060?l=senator888.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senator888.blogspot.com/feeds/6377015483418585060/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7508414048038105829&amp;postID=6377015483418585060' title='2 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7508414048038105829/posts/default/6377015483418585060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7508414048038105829/posts/default/6377015483418585060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senator888.blogspot.com/2008/11/crazy-little-thing-called-dance.html' title='Crazy Little Thing Called Dance'/><author><name>Dóry8-)))</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416123374811559947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/SOTwRv4xASI/AAAAAAAAAAU/R7uW3l0p4cE/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/STKnl3wpFsI/AAAAAAAAABg/aV6voehcbn0/s72-c/Advent_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508414048038105829.post-4160157406358036792</id><published>2008-11-23T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:15:15.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of My Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-a1.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3386706919782733985&amp;amp;site=widget-a1.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3386706919782733985&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a1.slide.com/p1/3386706919782733985/bb_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3386706919782733985&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a1.slide.com/p2/3386706919782733985/bb_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=3386706919782733985&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a1.slide.com/p4/3386706919782733985/bb_t017_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7508414048038105829-4160157406358036792?l=senator888.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senator888.blogspot.com/feeds/4160157406358036792/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7508414048038105829&amp;postID=4160157406358036792' title='4 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7508414048038105829/posts/default/4160157406358036792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7508414048038105829/posts/default/4160157406358036792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senator888.blogspot.com/2008/11/pictures-of-my-friends.html' title='Pictures of My Friends'/><author><name>Dóry8-)))</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416123374811559947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/SOTwRv4xASI/AAAAAAAAAAU/R7uW3l0p4cE/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508414048038105829.post-9099949880200695048</id><published>2008-11-04T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:07:51.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/SRC4Do0qtqI/AAAAAAAAABA/m06oxotv4Ag/s1600-h/s-viztorony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264910337033549474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/SRC4Do0qtqI/AAAAAAAAABA/m06oxotv4Ag/s200/s-viztorony.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello My Dear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had a good day. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, we haven’t seen each other for a long time. I had too much to do, but I never forget about You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I gave a presentation and took two tests: a Midterm Test (’MT’ or ’ZH’ which you prefer… ;-) ) in the Reading &amp;amp; Writing lesson, and a shorter one in the linguistics lecture (the Hungarian one). This was a bit exhausting for me, so I deserved a bit relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;’Relaxation’ means a lot of things for me: for instance today I just listened to Music and did nothing. For the external spectator it seemed like that I don’t do anything, but I was thinking of good things in my Life. (I like doing it, really because it makes me happy.) …and then something really good came into my mind: Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sense of peace and happiness stole over me and several ideas flashed into my mind. Naturally, I will give presents for my loved ones for Christmas; it’s a great chance to show them my feelings. I express them every day, if there's an opportunity, but Christmas is a very special occasion from this aspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Life can give us beautiful presents such as memorable Moments, deep Feelings, and all the things that can make the Sense of our Life. (Yes, it comes from Life itself.) Some days before Christmas I had a very special Moment, which I would like to share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago I walked alone in the streets of Siófok, in the centre of this little town. (Sometimes it’s good to be alone, observing and feeling the World around you.) We had a ’real’ winter that year with gently chilly weather, and an extraordinary smell wove in the air: the ’Christmas is near’-smell made of orange, cinnamon, freshly baked Christmas rollcake and Love. Wonderful…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the illuminated streets I could see happy, smiling people walking together with their children, relatives, Friends and enjoying the wonderful winter holiday. I was wearing my favourite, long cloth coat with my red scarf, and feeling good, really good. I couldn’t wish for anything more. As my footprints impressed the fresh, sugar-white snow, it crunched under my feet. While I was looking at the beautifully illuminated Water Tower I felt very happy, simply Happy that I’m alive and I can Live in this homelike Moment. That was one of my favourite presents which I got from the World for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve already started to prepare for Christmas. And you? 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you’ll have a great evening!&lt;br /&gt;Have a Fantastic Time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dóry, who’s looking forward to Christmas 8-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7508414048038105829-9099949880200695048?l=senator888.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senator888.blogspot.com/feeds/9099949880200695048/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7508414048038105829&amp;postID=9099949880200695048' title='7 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7508414048038105829/posts/default/9099949880200695048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7508414048038105829/posts/default/9099949880200695048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senator888.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-favourite-moment.html' title='My Favourite Moment'/><author><name>Dóry8-)))</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416123374811559947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/SOTwRv4xASI/AAAAAAAAAAU/R7uW3l0p4cE/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/SRC4Do0qtqI/AAAAAAAAABA/m06oxotv4Ag/s72-c/s-viztorony.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508414048038105829.post-3244186048317921068</id><published>2008-10-24T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:09:03.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Story In The Still Of The Night</title><content type='html'>Welcome My Dearest Friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s nice to see you again! 8-) How are you?&lt;br /&gt;I hope your days are as peaceful as mine during the fall holiday. It’s fantastic to be Home again, visit my Friends, spend my time with my Family and go for a walk to see…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…Lake Balaton. It’s one of the most beautiful things in the World. Really. A timeless trace of the eternal power of Peace, giving inspiration to me: that’s Lake Balaton. It’s a sort of a ’Relative’ or a ’Friend’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several things can inspire me (not only the Hungarian Sea). Music is one of them. Since, it makes me relaxed, and it takes my mind off my daily routine, I listen to Music quite often. I can feel alone in a crowded place as well by turning on my mp3 player and not caring about the surrounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like all styles of Music, as you can read it on my profile. Sting is among my favourites, and as for me the best track from him is ’Stolen Car’. I like this song soo much because there’s a whole story within it. A young boy would like to steal a beautiful, expensive car. Getting into it, he imagines who the owner of the car can be: probably a successful, wealthy man who has a Family and a lover at the same time. It has a mysterious atmosphere, hasn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my mind, the background Music is the ’body’ and the lyrics is the ’soul’ of every song. The ’body’, the sound of the instruments gives you impressions, makes you feel and the ’soul’ contains the real meaning, which has special message for you, and it’s your right to decide what it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion this track is mostly about the aspect of the lover. Being ’hidden from the light’, she always longs for him; they have to meet secretly. According to my personal opinion, this story tells us something about the unselfishness of a real lover, and this viewpoint is the most accented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For being the first track in English which I could completely understand, this song was a ’milestone’ for me. That was the first time I could catch and understand every word, that’s why it was a special ’success’. 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you’ll listen to this song several times, and come to like it. It’s really worth listening to, because it’s a special story, a whole ’picture’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon and Have a Nice Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dóry 8-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Here you can find the lyrics. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmania.com/lyrics/sting_lyrics_316/sacred_love_lyrics_2253/stolen_car_lyrics_26621.html"&gt;http://www.lyricsmania.com/lyrics/sting_lyrics_316/sacred_love_lyrics_2253/stolen_car_lyrics_26621.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7508414048038105829-3244186048317921068?l=senator888.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senator888.blogspot.com/feeds/3244186048317921068/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7508414048038105829&amp;postID=3244186048317921068' title='3 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7508414048038105829/posts/default/3244186048317921068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7508414048038105829/posts/default/3244186048317921068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senator888.blogspot.com/2008/10/special-story-in-still-of-night.html' title='A Special Story In The Still Of The Night'/><author><name>Dóry8-)))</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416123374811559947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/SOTwRv4xASI/AAAAAAAAAAU/R7uW3l0p4cE/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508414048038105829.post-8316784098151030492</id><published>2008-10-13T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:44:14.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Book Review . In The Middle Of The Night</title><content type='html'>Good Evening My Friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit late now, I know, but I would like to share with you one of my special experiences. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;I really like reading and I prefer to read crime stories but not the ordinary type. My favourite are those novels which have a historical person in the leading role. The Interpretation of Murder by Jed Rubenfeld is one of my favourite books and it's a good example for this special topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two protagonists of the novel are Sigmund Freud, the well known psychoanalyst and Dr. Stratham Younger (another psychoanalyst). In the course of the story we can get to know their 'colleagues' for instance Sándor Ferenczi (YES! He's a real Hungarian! 8-) ) and Carl Jung. They meet each other in New York City, and during their stay a woman is killed and another is assaulted. The survivor woman have amnesia and the psychoanalysts help her to remember her attacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenes, the surrounding, the persons are real, only the plot is fiction. There's another real fact (and that's the base of the novel): Sigmund Freud really had been to New York City and after he arrived home he had the impression that the Americans are all lunatic. But why did he think that? The novel could be an answer to this question. 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like crime stories and protagonists who are known from history, then you must read this book! 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Well! 8-D&lt;br /&gt;Dóry (...who is really sleepy... 8-) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7508414048038105829-8316784098151030492?l=senator888.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senator888.blogspot.com/feeds/8316784098151030492/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7508414048038105829&amp;postID=8316784098151030492' title='1 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7508414048038105829/posts/default/8316784098151030492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7508414048038105829/posts/default/8316784098151030492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senator888.blogspot.com/2008/10/book-review-in-middle-of-night.html' title='A Book Review . In The Middle Of The Night'/><author><name>Dóry8-)))</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416123374811559947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/SOTwRv4xASI/AAAAAAAAAAU/R7uW3l0p4cE/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7508414048038105829.post-2431932728616535654</id><published>2008-10-13T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:44:46.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>Hello My Friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy to see you! 8-) Welcome to the Authentic English Version of Dóry’s Diary! 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first 'article' in this blog and I think I should begin with the introduction. Probably it sounds a bit trivial, but in my way of thinking these 'Small Things' are the most important parts of our Life. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You already know that my name is Dóry Szvath (often written in films like this: S.W.A.T.) and I'm a student in the University of Pécs. Surprisingly, I learn English. 8-)&lt;br /&gt;I like to tell about myself, that I'm a lucky person. There are several reasons for my opinion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First of all, I live in a very beautiful town. I'm from Siófok, located in the side of the Hungarian Sea, Lake Balaton. That's my hometown and I really enjoy its peaceful, wonderful atmosphere. 8-)&lt;br /&gt;2. I have faithful, reliable Friends and a special Family who I really Love.&lt;br /&gt;3. Like every human being in Earth I have hobbies making me happy everytime when I'm a bit depressed or when there's nothing else to do. I take part in two dance courses in the University and in my freetime I like going out with my Friends, reading, listening to Music, going for a walk, taking photos, thinking or doing something creative. There’s an infinite number of ideas in my head and they must be realized. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;4. In the course of schoolyears, learning became my ’job’. I really got used to it and I try to do my best everytime when I have to face a new challenge. Now, I have the opportunity to learn what I’m really interested in: English, Philosophy and whatever I would like to study. My ’job’ is a kind of hobby for me – and I like it. 8-)&lt;br /&gt;5. I always search for answers in Life (althought I know that the question is more important than the answer itself) and these discoveries occupy my thoughts, so I never feel bored. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;6. I’m Lucky, because I can find Beauty in everything and everyone. Probably that’s why I don’t have real enemies.&lt;br /&gt;7. I like living my Life. 8-) Could I wish anything more? 8-)&lt;br /&gt;8. There will be always another point because Life is beautiful. 8-) So, I think it’s better to stop now. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, there will never be enough space in this blog for us to get to know each other. But I’ll try to share some parts of my World with you.&lt;br /&gt;…and I hope, that you”ll be there sometimes. 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Nice Day! 8-)&lt;br /&gt;Dóry 8-D&lt;br /&gt;…a small message for you: If you want to read my Hungarian Blog, please visit this website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://senator888.spaces.live.com/"&gt;http://senator888.spaces.live.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7508414048038105829-2431932728616535654?l=senator888.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senator888.blogspot.com/feeds/2431932728616535654/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7508414048038105829&amp;postID=2431932728616535654' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7508414048038105829/posts/default/2431932728616535654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7508414048038105829/posts/default/2431932728616535654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senator888.blogspot.com/2008/10/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>Dóry8-)))</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15416123374811559947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ypMS9Rvt3VU/SOTwRv4xASI/AAAAAAAAAAU/R7uW3l0p4cE/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
