I smell "new"

The other day I took a ride on my motorbike somewhere along the southern coast of lake Balaton, and stopped to drink a beverage and to take a walk. As I was sitting on my Hornet I looked around and saw the blooming trees around me, the shining sun and heard the birds singing. At that piont I said: I smell "new" and thought to myself, what a wounderful world. Moreover, every year when spring comes, my optimism gets stronger, and by this filling me with energy, Can you see the power of the "new"?

Stabbed in the back

I've made lots of friends in my life, and met lots of people in the world who are trustful, friendly and honest.
Although there are the black soup of all people relationships, the double-dealres who are friendly and say that they are honest with you, but they're the ones also who appear first to "stab" you in the back, if the oppotunity turns up. I've gained a personal experience like this while being in secondary school. At that time I was still the person who thought that all people are good and no one wants to do any harm, but this wolrd view of mine had suddenly changed when people in the class accused that I simulate my migraine to get a chance not to write the tests.
This so called "problem" had even been a separate topic in a lesson. Forunately there were some people who supperted me, and I'm going to bee always thankful for them for this, but the majority was against me, and here comes the point of my title, the person who knew me since kindergarten and saw/knew the history of my illness, who knew what my migraine goes with, was in the first line to "attack", and this way getting me "stabbed in the back".

Mixed weekend

Hello there! Man, I had a really mixed weekend. It was mixed because of the emotions.On Saturday I had to go to Szigetvár to perform a fashion show with other models. There wouldn’t have been any problem with it, but we were told to go there at 3 p.m., although the show only began at 8 p.m., and I would’ve even accept the decision, if the girls were told to go there at 3 o’clock, because they had a more difficult choreography than us guys had, and they had to have their hair and the make-up done. As for the boys; well we only had to practice the choreography a few times and had to dress up and nothing more. This was the nerve-wrecking part of my weekend. The next day compensated me for everything that had happened the day before.Sunday morning was the first morning this year in which I felt good. It must’ve been because of the awesome sunny weather, which meant riding day for Balázs. Right after going home from shopping I’ve jumped into my riding suit, pushed my motorbike out of the garage, and the route of dreams suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. It was a kind of cocktail of the feeling “laying on the beach”, and the “…on the highway to hell…” atmosphere. I hope now you understand why it was a mixed weekend.
P.S.: This was supposed to be published two weeks earlier, but the blogger program prevented me to do so.
See y'all later!