<?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-1796374328671610754</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:57:13.941+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the blue room</title><subtitle type='html'>second home, and hopefully the last one

&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/52/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/kbeer0001.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyanide &amp; Happiness @ &lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net"&gt;Explosm.net&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>seraphimovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901577917698304838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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moments won't return&lt;br /&gt;And we will never feel again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Ever with me&lt;br /&gt;You flash before my eyes, a final fading sigh&lt;br /&gt;But the sun will (always) rise&lt;br /&gt;And tears will dry&lt;br /&gt;Of all that is to come, the dream has just begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And time is speeding by&lt;br /&gt;The transience of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those wasted moments wont return&lt;br /&gt;And we will never feel again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still anathema. emotional winter. i'm thinking of the same person as in regret. the lyrics were so clear when i read them, i instantly thought of her.&lt;br /&gt;but this was accidental. was listening to the song because of another person.&lt;br /&gt;you know when someone asks you which news you want to hear, the good or the bad? well, i'm going to start with the good for no other reason then to ruin the whole logic in my train of thoughts :P.&lt;br /&gt;so here it is&lt;br /&gt;i decided to go to wacken open air festival next year. what is that, you ask? well, it's the biggest open air metal festival in the wolrd. normally that would impress me, but i would forget. but not this time. iron maiden is anounced to play and i simply cannot miss another opportunity to see the band i love the most playing live.&lt;br /&gt;the festival is a year from now but tickets are allready on sale :))) i got mymind seton going and i really want to do it. &lt;br /&gt;this thing had me psyched until..well, until i rememberd something. &lt;br /&gt;and now comes the bad news. but i'm not going to say anything becausedeni will read this and i said i will shut up about it because it's simply too lame :P .the main idea is that it totally numbed the "wacken effect". bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;when, or if i get the mood, i'll blog about other stuff like b'estival and sepultura..&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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here'/><author><name>seraphimovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901577917698304838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796374328671610754.post-7727977505461864535</id><published>2007-07-10T13:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T18:19:55.177+03:00</updated><title type='text'>regret</title><content type='html'>As I drift away... far away from you,&lt;br /&gt;I feel all alone in a crowded room,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking to myself&lt;br /&gt;"There's no escape from this&lt;br /&gt;fear&lt;br /&gt;regret&lt;br /&gt;loneliness..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visions of love and hate&lt;br /&gt;A collage behind my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Remnants of dying laughter&lt;br /&gt;Echoes of silent cries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't know now that&lt;br /&gt;I never knew then...&lt;br /&gt;Flashback&lt;br /&gt;Memories punish me again.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I remember all the pain&lt;br /&gt;that I have seen.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder what might&lt;br /&gt;have been...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visions of love and hate&lt;br /&gt;A collage behind my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Remnants of dying laughter&lt;br /&gt;Echoes of silent cries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I despair&lt;br /&gt;At who I've become&lt;br /&gt;I have to come to terms&lt;br /&gt;With what I've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bittersweet taste of fate&lt;br /&gt;We can't outrun the past&lt;br /&gt;Destined to find an answer&lt;br /&gt;A strength I never lost&lt;br /&gt;I know there is a way,&lt;br /&gt;My future is not set,&lt;br /&gt;For the tide has turned&lt;br /&gt;But still I never learned to live&lt;br /&gt;without regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful lyrics, beautiful song. anathema, regret.&lt;br /&gt;and they are somewhat fitting. recently i found out that a person that i once held very close to my heart has pretty serious health issues. not just physically but mentally too. and i can't help feeling like a huge jerk because when i had the chance to comfort her i chose to be an angry child. and now..shes a million miles away, literally. all the way to the other side of the country and i can't be there for her to show her that i really care, that her pain hurts me too. we spoke, but the messenger is a poor excuse for communication. i want to hold her in my arms and make it all go away. want her to see that life can be beautifully. i want her to let go of her fears. wish i could be there. wish we could be closer. hope that next time when i see her i will cherish her more, because i see that i still care for her at some level.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796374328671610754-7727977505461864535?l=this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796374328671610754.post-1313675860160669850</id><published>2007-05-13T21:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T18:21:13.927+03:00</updated><title type='text'>i was alone, falling free, trying my best not to..remember</title><content type='html'>been thinking about this for a while. the state I'm in. i seem to have no real purpose, no goal, no drive. if it weren't for the fact i want to meet with Deni again and that i want to go to the seaside this summer i would almost invite a car to run over me.will look for further goals, but those are the most obvious ones..selfish bastard, i know.. wasting nights in drunken rages, and why not fueled by some light drugs, isn't a non option, with only the next day hangover as an inconvenient. laying around all day just surfing the net, having a drink and a chat with my friends, playing the occasional computer game, banging my head all night long in a club..those are options for me. doing my job, writing my degree paper, studying, writing all those stupid papers for uni..those are not options. actually, that work related stuff isn't so scary, and it leads to money and i would still do that..as for the rest there is a strange feeling, a mix between fear, sloth, and the plain old not giving a fuck..&lt;br /&gt;blue mood indeed. if i were to draw a line and sum up i think it would be a big negative except in the friends section. for the moment i fell I'm connected to good people. apart from that i see nothing much. i have a sham of a job that still hasn't produced money, just ended a relationship that didn't even really begin, I'm faced with a real threat of failure at uni, and i don't seem to be able, or even want for that matter, to get off my ass.&lt;br /&gt;to top it all off, it's that time of the year when I'm reminded of her, the one that got away. i once told her before going to a football match that football was the only thing that hadn't disappointed me. guess what? football disappointed me, and it disappointed me bad. some of you may not care, may say I'm stupid wasting energy on this. but i care, and it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me? it will have to be you, because I'm not the suicidal type :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796374328671610754-1313675860160669850?l=this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/feeds/1313675860160669850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1796374328671610754&amp;postID=1313675860160669850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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is red and it itches..so are my arms and the back of my neck. my throat is a little swollen, my head is heavy. almost all my clothes are hung to dry and i have a botle filled with sand siting on my desk. this is the epilogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prologue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a short explanatian for non romanian readers (hello roo). the 1st of may is celebrated throughout the world but romanians vahe their own traditions. one of them is to go the seaside and may 1st is considered the oppening of the warm season. it usualy isnât very warm but that doesn't stop people from going by the thousands on the beaches. normaly i would go to the seaside when it's allright to take a bath, to get a tan adn that would mean june up until the start of september but this year i decided i will go to because i saw a window of oportunity. i had people to go with, had a tent. i had no money, but i was confident i would get some and i finally did. we weren't sure when we'd leave. there was a train early in the morning but all the tickets were allready sold out. there was another train that left at 1:30 p.m. and we were considering that one. finally i went to cosmin's dorm altough still we weren't decided when to leave. i met his friends of whom i've heard lots of stories. most of them involving lots of alcohool and a fair amount of light drugs. ramona, florin, gică and papi, ramona's boyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i arived at about 11 at the dorm and it was setled we would take the train that night. we went on foot to the station because it was close, and because there is no public transportation after midnight. we could already tell we would have a good time from the stupid jokes we made on the way. we were ready for the trip. we had beer, wine and a healthy stash of hash. after securing tickets we went on the platform which was packed with people going the same way. television reporters and cameramen sniffed around forinterview. of course, they came to us :p. the same stupid questions they always ask : "are you going to the seaside?" "Why are you going to the seaside?" "What are you going to do at the seaside?". &lt;br /&gt;papi went ahead and jumped in while the train was still moving and ocupied seats for us. the train wasn't too packed but still it was crowded. seven hours lay ahead before we got to mangalia. the heat, ehaustion and alcohool claimed it's first victim  only 2-3 hours after we left. that victim was puking his guts out in the bathroom...namely me :p. damn, the wine i brought was really strong stuff. i couldn't sleep because of all the chatter on the halway so i decided to stay outside to recover from the drinking. my mind was blurry but i knew i had to keep talking in order to be allright. something really funny happened on the way. the doors on our side of the cart were blocked so we climbed in through the next one. but at one station a lady started pulling on the door and screaming to the ones inside to open it. she didn't give even though they ttold her it is stuck so she kept hanging on as the train started moving. we were shocked and amused at the same time. that lady was hanging on for dear life while the train was speeding ahead. some even took pictures and filmed her. our bellies were aching from all the laughter. it's a good thing the next station was only 10 minutes or so away and she got off safe and sound. then the unbelievable happened. another person, this time a dude who probably got off to pee or something did the same thing. he was wearing only a t-shirt and it was very cold outside. this guy was braver and he was looking ahead showing no fear :)))))))) we found the strength to laugh our heads off again :)))). we were wondering how many daredevils he had missed while we weren't paying attention. &lt;br /&gt;when we finaly arrived in mangalia we were barely standing either from exhaustion, too much drinking, or both. we had to get to vama veche by vans which are taking both tourist and locals to the nearby villages. after almost an hour of waiting in the now blazing sun we finally made it to one and in twenty minutes we were în vama veche. &lt;br /&gt;we got to the camping spot and unpacked our tents. this task was not without laughing and stuff because some were drunk and stuborn :p. after a short strawl through vama veche we decided to sleep for a few hours. &lt;br /&gt;the chain of events is a little blurry for me especialy during the day. anyway after we all woke up we had "business" to attend to. well, they had, but we all squeezed in one tent. the joint was lit and all of us, inluding me, took a puff out of it. &lt;br /&gt;i have never smoked anything in my life, not even pretended to smoke. this was the first time ever i smoked (or tried to because apparently there is a certain technique to proper smoking which i havent mastered it seems). because i don't know how to moke the hash pretty much did nothing to me, or if it did i coouldn't tell because of all the alcohol :p. &lt;br /&gt;the wind was almost a constant presence and that made it cold altough the sun was shining. the water was very cold but papi was brave enough to take a bath. i didn't say stupid enough, because to my knowledge he didn't catch a cold. &lt;br /&gt;that night two bands were playing. o.c.s. (omul cu şobolani=man with rats, apparently freud wrote a book called something like that) and travka which is one of my favourite bands. problem is they were playing in different spots. i wante to go at travka but all the others wanted o.c.s. i didn't want to go alone so we decided to see o.c.s. and then go to travka because they were slightly delayed. we drank two or three botles of vodka plus some beer and considering that everybody else smoked and took some pills we were all ready to party :p. we danced, jumped, sang. we had fun. as for travka, only four of us made at the last three or four songs and two were off into the night pretty soon. we regrouped after that and went to club expirat on the beach. by then we had yet another botle of vodka. i met with some people i knew. they were all wasted. at some point everybody went to sleep except me, cos and other two people from our group but who came separately. more boose and some dancing to keep warm. it was a strange feeling.it was like a part of my mind held on for dear life while it was smuthered by alcohool. was aware of everything i was doing but i knew that it will all be blank in the morning. tried to call deni but she had the morning shift and was sleeping. wanted to talk to someone sobre so i could remember everything from that night later. kept the sms so my tactics worked :p&lt;br /&gt;at one point i met with a girl. she was in highschool with fungus and we had allready met once. we were both wasted and pretty soon we were rolling in the sand, kissing, hands all over the place. we went to my tent..:D... :-".. and after that i took her to where she was staying. i was supposed to sleep with cos in the tent but he wasn't there. i figured he was sleeping with the guys in the other tent so i took advantage of the fact that his sleeping bag and blanket were there. it was 4:30 a.m. at about 6:30 cos woke me up. he wanted the sleeping bag. i was confused,. i asked him if he slept in the next tent and he said no. then i asked him where was he until then and he simply replied "i don't know". i was left with only the blanket and it got very cold in the morning. i stood there shivering until the sun rose. &lt;br /&gt;the next day we went to the beach where we joked about the day before and the fact that certain people had memory blanks. we said that during those hours a cure for cancer was discovered. i bought three rom chocolates and won two rum shots a the concert in shire that night. i also got a temporary tattoo with a hammer and sickle on my hand. (rom is a chocolate with rum in it that uses the image of the communists for advertising. it was a very ppular brand during those times and it is still pretty good now). me and cos had bandanas an the others went and bought some too. we were the bandana group :))). after we ate something and we had some "business" again we went on the beach for the concerts. mărgineanu in shire and luna amară in stuf. once again we went from a concert to another. i called irina (the girl from the night before) and agreed to meet later. papi got sick so he and ramona had to go. the one left wandered on the beach for a while but then we went to the tents for some business. it was dark and the only light was provided by two nokia 1100 and their flashlight is not permanent. they went off at the same time and so the messed up several times before getting things right. we got through to the firts joint then i went on the beach to meet with irina. she was prety tired so we didnât stay very much. when i got back to the tent the others were still awake and laughing so i joined in the fun. cos and gică went to sleep so i and florin started talking all kinds of stuff. we said jokes, talked about girls. at one point we became very macabre. after an houror two of talking florin decided he was hungry and nagged me to go with him to eat something. it was about 5 a.m in the morning. finally i gave in and armed with a botle of vodka and all dressed up we went in search of food. we opted for shaorma. it was pretty delicious and it's good becuase we waited quite a while for it. we wanted to catch the sunrise but the steely wind quicly drove us away from the beach and into the tent.&lt;br /&gt;monday. the last day there. we got up and went to eat something. after that we packed our tents and took our stuff to the beach. i spent some more time with irina talking and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;it finaly came the time to leave vama veche. we had a train to catch at 17:07. just before we left some guy got in the van. we was sooo wasted. too much grass for him. he laughed like an idiot and talked rubbish all the way to mangalia. the dude was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;at the station thre were lots of peopl in line to get tickets so we missed our train. no problem, we said, there is another one at 18:26. well, there was a problem. on that day that certain train didn't go all the way to bucharest but stopped in constanţa. the next train for bucharest was leaving from constanţa at 4a.m. cursing our luck we went to constanţa. on the way we were thinking of the incredible bad luck we had. we were about to spend 8 hours in the station. we decided that our luck would change if something really nasty happened to one of us. since florin is the smallest and he always gets picked on we thought it would be best to cut his arm or leg :p we came up with all sorts of gruesome techniques, the bloodier the more chance for good luck we thought. we were going insane allready and those eight hours didn't even start. just before we enetered constanţa we were all singing stephen lynch songs :p&lt;br /&gt;we didn't know how to pass the time. the waiting room was to depressing. we stood on the platform for a while but we got away from there pretty fast because there was a large group of thieves plannig and stuff. damn, that one never happend to me, to see thieves discussing how much they will steal... we took our stuff and went to a fast food in the station building. we each bought a beer so they wouldn't kick us out:p . we read the newspaper, did crosswords, played poker, whist up until midnight. then we wnet down, sat on our luggage to sleep. i couldnât sleep because my feet were freezing. everyone else was covered by a blanket. so i spent the next hours walking in circles, sometimes humming a tune so as not to get too bored. &lt;br /&gt;it finally was time for the train to leave. my mom worked for the railways so i got my ticket for free but the others decided to bribe the ticket guy. ramona was pessimistic about this and i foresaw it would be a she not a he. it was a she and ramona was right. she wouldn't hear of it and wanted to get them off the train. i kind of panicked. i had a ticket and was ok. both situations, me going to bucharest alone, or getting off with them seemed absurd. then the miracle happend. the ticket lady asked me if i was with them and i said yes. then she said something like :" why didn't you say so before? you're all ok" phew.&lt;br /&gt;it was all pretty uneventful from now on. we got to bucharest a few minutes early then we all went our separate ways back home.&lt;br /&gt;at about 10 a.m. i arrived at my house and i took a long shower. man, i nened that. i wanted it to last for days..just warm water on my body.. &lt;br /&gt;and that pretty much was it. it may not sound like this when i say it, but if you were there you would know it is something to remember&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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remember'/><author><name>seraphimovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901577917698304838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796374328671610754.post-2009048353894002702</id><published>2007-04-16T22:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T23:05:52.615+02:00</updated><title type='text'>changes..</title><content type='html'>i was just chatting with a colleague from uni and this blog came to mind. she was asking me some stuff about tomorrow like what time do we get in and if we have a test paper. she is not the only one that asks me stuff like that, there are other colleagues that do, or did, that. they got the idea that i am the one to ask when it comes to uni stuff. and they used to be right. wasn't a great student in uni but at least i came daily and i knew almost everything there was to know. now i faded. i slowly stopped concentrating, stopped caring. not just at uni. this large forum i'm on. i recently completed a whole year of membership. there was a time when my curiosity was hungry and i knew all the latest gossip in there. shur even nicknamed me "bot" because i had answers about almost everything. now, although i'm a mod and make my presence felt in certain areas newcomers have no idea who i am and ask "older" members about me. i'm almost the stuff of legends now :)))))))).&lt;br /&gt;i grew up alone. yup, i was a loner by circumstance and i came to the point where i both treasure and hate loneliness. maybe because i was lonely as a child i have the capacity to learn certain things on my own. when i wasn't alone i was surounded by lots of aquintances with whom i got along but none were true friends. and this happened for as long time. this has changed, or so i feel. in a short period i managed to meet persons that deserve a closer glimpse at the real me. part of my sense of loneliness is the feeling that nobody really knows me. and altough they don't know me they think they do and pass judgement acording to their view and that doesn't endear anyone to me. &lt;br /&gt;i became close to some persons and to some even closer (physical distance is irrelevant) but i also started droping people from my heart. you see, i was a smart but ugly and nerdy kid so i wasn't exactly mister popularity. this changed over time and it came to the point when i was literally overwelmed by a wave of apreciation from others. this is still somewhat new to me. got tricked by this and allowed myself to get close to almost anyone who seemd interested. i feel i was wrong, a fool. i sometimes saw more there than it actually was and i was eventualy disapointed. no more. those who want to stand by me will do so but my fuse has been cut short and my love went cold. so from a shell i expanded and nowi'm retreating back and burning bridges behind me. scorched earth to satisfy the anger brewing inside me.&lt;br /&gt;although things have techinally changed i still feel it comes down to the same thing, and that thing is not good. it is failure. perhaps it is poor situation management from my side. i don't know. it seems all i do is feed on illusions and choke on reality. i relly on the good in people too much it seems. and my answer to disapointment is anger. i can be quite cold and evil sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;one thing that i hope will never change will be my joking mood which is neverending. even in the trows of despair i put in a mocking word of some kind. i once told someone, someone who ment a lot to me but now i see that it is nothing, that my sense of humor is my way of kicking life in the balls. the best thing about my humor is that it always makes me laugh :P.&lt;br /&gt;well, enough for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. internet explorer sucks incredibly large amounts of ass. i couldn't access my log in page at blogger. after i installed firefox it worked like a charm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796374328671610754-2009048353894002702?l=this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/feeds/2009048353894002702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1796374328671610754&amp;postID=2009048353894002702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/2009048353894002702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/2009048353894002702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/2007/04/changes.html' title='changes..'/><author><name>seraphimovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901577917698304838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796374328671610754.post-3701836352631560286</id><published>2007-04-13T16:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T17:10:05.615+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ask johnny</title><content type='html'>well, nobody asked me but i'm going to say it anyway :p. i've made a mental list with hot topics or just stuff that seems to cause controversy so this is my opinion about them. read carefully mortals for you are about to be served words of wisdom :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's start alphabetically, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;abortion&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;this is a real touchy subject and my general opinion is that it's best not t have them at all. reality however isn't that simple. i just think that people should be more careful not to make babies to start with, because most abortions happen because the baby is unwanted and i think there is something wrong with that. it's the womans body and nobody owns it but they have to be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;smoking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't smoke, never have and hope i never will smoke. i did and i still do a lot of second hand smoking because smokers are everywhere. i would like to live in a smoke free world. some say that is a pleasurable activity. so is having sex, but you don't hear about people getting cancer because their neighbors have sex now do you? if you want to die it's your choice, but unless you can find a way for all the smoke to safely go away you can just shove your pleasure up your ass and see if you like that.&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of shoving things up the ass we get to the next topic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;homosexuals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sticking with women when it comes to sex. i have nothing personal against gay people. it's their choice who the sleep with and i don't get cancer from that, that's for sure :))))) as long as i don't get accosted on the street it's OK (the spell checker disapproves of me writing OK with small letters but seems to be just fine with small letters at the beginning of each sentence. this is indeed a weird world we're living in). i too have that fantasy with two chicks but as far as lesbians go i seem to have an instinctual problem with the fact that i as a man am totally useless to them. gays are OK because there are more women out there for us straight guys (provided they are not lesbian :p ) but bisexuals are annoying because they are just greedy bastards :))) make up your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;drugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drugs as in stuff you use to get high. mary jane, cocaine, heroin and any prescription drug out there which cause hallucinations and other weird effects if taken in large numbers. i know people which smoke weed and on ocasion pop a pill or twenty. the worst part with drugs in my opinion is that with drug dealers and all the crime surrounding it, because in the end junkies are just expressing their free will. i didn't take drugs until now and as far as weed goes i don't think so because i have something with smoking. thought about doing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alcohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to drink, i do. my favorite drink is bee and i even wrote a post on that topic. i believe that as long as you know what you are doing and you are not risking other peoples lives then if you like it, do it. i'm not very different when i'm drunk  as opposed to people who get violent or annoying. i guess drinking is not for everybody. as far as underage drinking goes people do that a lot in my country and at very early ages too i'm sad to say. kids these days seem to start everything a whole lot earlier than my generation used to (i'm 21 in case someone who doesn't know me reads this). i was a kid and i started drinking at the age of 15 (legal drinking age in Romania is 18). hell, my worst ever drinking experience happened when i was 17. you have to be responsible if you decide to drink. it's really up to the drinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the war on terror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a favorite subject for americans. right, the war on terror. let's get serious and admit that whatever the "coalition of good" or of the willing or whatever is called is doing has nothing to do with protecting u.s citizens or other people. it's about money and power and..and well, that' about it. they are the ones who financed most of the terrorists and now they attack them because they are becoming a pain in the as probably. i just hope that all that crazy shit with suicide bombers and plane crashers wont ever affect me more than it has which is disrupting the programs on TV. in the end it's the people who will suffer the consequences of war and leaders will just get rich. politicians suck.&lt;br /&gt;i sometims enter on sites to check out lyrics from songs and i always laugh when i see a bunch of americans talking about how every song more or less reffers to terrorists and the war in irak. get serious, noteverybody is obsessed with that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;global warming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're fucked and we're going to die. not much we can do about it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796374328671610754-3701836352631560286?l=this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/feeds/3701836352631560286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1796374328671610754&amp;postID=3701836352631560286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/3701836352631560286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/3701836352631560286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/2007/04/ask-johnny.html' title='ask johnny'/><author><name>seraphimovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901577917698304838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796374328671610754.post-8189383663678327865</id><published>2007-04-02T18:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T19:28:01.833+02:00</updated><title type='text'>diary of a sad man</title><content type='html'>it's sunday morning..very early in the morning. a group of crazy people is playing mime in a house in a mountain resort. they are having fun. dawn breakes. we had fun..i had fun..and i didnât have fun..i canât look at all of them, or not without mixed feelings..  i'm drunk..well not very drunk but i feel like my brain is swimming in beer and wine. time for some of us to leave home. yes, we should wake radu up, he told me he has to leave first thing in the morning.. bye bye radu..the other ones are late..come on..jedi will miss his train if you mope around. yes, i'm at the station, i'm coming through the back right now. bye bye jedi. i had fun. of course i did. i always have fun with andra. we're just two crazy kids. my cake rules and she knows it.yes..put finetti on it and pretend it has more chocolate that it actualy does. dudes, there is no more juice. wel, you enjoy your coffee. tea for me. i really would apreciate a shower but al l the stuff that comes before and after the actual shower, well i'm not in the mood for that so i guess i'll just go to sleep dressed. good idea. everybody woke up..i'm still standing in bed..i am tired and i have a splitting head ache. i pretend to be asleep when she enters..i can't look at her and i want her to realise that. it's 12 o'clock already and i'm still in bed. went to sleep 4 hours ago. i reminesce last night..moped around without any real desire most of the time. but still i had fun..yet i didn't. wish i would have drunk more..and less..my head hurts. i remember the last time i was in the same house. it was 4 months ago. then i didn't want to go. now i waited for the sweet salvation of the trip back home. i get up. i am hungry. yummy steak, sausages..oranges. no more juice but there is some mineral water. it's warm. kids, don't bother me..go play with someone else. yes, i'm for going to sinaia at the 1400m mark. oh, that means we are leabing in a couple of hours. ok, i'm riding with you now to avoid the cigarette smoke. time to say goodbye to another group. well, it's been kinda fun meeting some of you. thanks for the cooking, you're wife is ok. thanks for still caring about me. and you? well, thanks for acting like i'll eat you..but i realy don't care. hey sis, we'll be leaving in a couple of hours. do you have any travka? yes, i'll wait for the dvd's to be ready. these are different than the versions i have..but i still sing along. time to get ready. is she ready? she's not coming? ok, i'll ask. yup, you were right. she said she'll leave by train. time to go. get my pack. i'm saying goodbye to you now. you are kissing me and i don't really feel like huging you so i just slightly lay one hand on your shoulder. bye. won't see you.. a hug for my sis. ok, now we're realy going. stop counting mister owner..we will all eventualy leave. i really want to go home. i don't want to stay there any longer..but why do i feel like crying? it's not because i'm leaving. maybe it's because i will not be coming back the next time. yes, i dont feel like coming back.. well, it was fun. take care of the kids. bye.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;and yet i had fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796374328671610754-8189383663678327865?l=this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/feeds/8189383663678327865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1796374328671610754&amp;postID=8189383663678327865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/8189383663678327865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/8189383663678327865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/2007/04/diary-of-sad-man.html' title='diary of a sad man'/><author><name>seraphimovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901577917698304838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796374328671610754.post-1081180068119300894</id><published>2007-03-06T23:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T00:40:06.295+02:00</updated><title type='text'>season start..sort of</title><content type='html'>this poor excuse for a winter is drawing to a close and the beginning of spring heralds the start of the football season. rapid's firts game was against poli timişoara (deni's hometown team). this was suposed to be a home game but becasue of soe incidents involving the fans the mach was suposed to take place at least 150 km from bucharest. it really sucked because i wanted to go to that game. the officials of the team wanted to play in braşov but the league dudes anused their power and forced the team to play atcraiova, a town which doesnât take kindly tp rapid fans. not that we take kindly to craiova fans. it was a little bit weird because on a stadium of about 35000 seats there were no more than 5000 fans divided in 3 sectors. one for rapid, one for poli, and one for the local fans who grabbed every oportunity they could to boo both teams. rapid and poli fans are brothers and me and deni are friends so a little wager was in place. if rapid won she would give me a poli scarf and i would give her a rapid scarf if poli won. rapid won 2-0 :D. now i'm waiting for that scarf to arrive so i can take it with me on the stadium. next came a cup game agains fc argeş. we advanced after extra time, again 2-0. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AFIDylBR6H0/Re3tVv2hPKI/AAAAAAAAACg/oYwCPhxE6do/s1600-h/mesaj+galerie+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AFIDylBR6H0/Re3tVv2hPKI/AAAAAAAAACg/oYwCPhxE6do/s320/mesaj+galerie+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038944515975625890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we come to my start of the season. the next championship game was away at craiova. but they also had trouble with their fans and had to play the mach 150 km away. so the first home game was played nine hours by train away from me, nut the firts away was played only 10 minutes by tram from me :)))). you can imagine that i had to go. it's weird because altough it was played in our city it was considered away and we ad acces to a limited number of tickets. again the romanian ingenuity with two person tickets. luckily i hooked up with gullit who managed to score tickets saving me a trip all the way to our stadium. this game would be a good oportunity for me to "tes" my flag :D.&lt;br /&gt;almost two hours before the start of the game i was siting in my room playing neverwinter (as i usualy do lately) when suddenly the phone rang. it was gullit. he was in front of the stadium and was waiting for me. he claimed that he'd told me that he would arrive early..well, i don't recall that. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFIDylBR6H0/Re3tef2hPLI/AAAAAAAAACo/AsGbGKl4fv0/s1600-h/mesaj+galerie+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFIDylBR6H0/Re3tef2hPLI/AAAAAAAAACo/AsGbGKl4fv0/s320/mesaj+galerie+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038944666299481266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now let's get technicall. every stadium is alligned on a north to south axis. rapid fans would sit in the northern part and craiova fans in the stands on the side across the official seats. the south part of the stadium is easier for me to reach, or so i think. so i went through the south. got off the tram and saw a crowd. you can imagine i was a little nervous when i saw they were not rapid fans and i had my scarf and flag that screamed "hey, a rapid fan" :p. well, didn't get too nervous because there was lots of police around. gullit called and i told him i'll get around the stadium to where he was. got to an entrance and a policeman stopped and asked for my ticket. it wasnât the entrance to the stands, it was just the alley surounding the stadium. told him my ticket is "expecting" me. he believed me after i got out my phone to call gullit. easy eoungh, i thought to myself and headed north along the stadium. well, not so easy. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AFIDylBR6H0/Re3tmv2hPMI/AAAAAAAAACw/Cu-YHQyJMrU/s1600-h/mesaj+galerie+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AFIDylBR6H0/Re3tmv2hPMI/AAAAAAAAACw/Cu-YHQyJMrU/s320/mesaj+galerie+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038944808033402050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;got stopped again by the police..what now? i was not allowed to go through there because it was near the players entrance...damn it. now i had to go around the whole stadium passsing by the entire craiova fans group while doing so. didn't see the look they gave me as i was trying to look focused on my way. got north. again police..dudeee..i was 10 meters away from the entrance and these guys wanted my ticket. called gullit for the hundreth time. only after 3 or 4 calls he finaly realised where i was and came to pick me up. again the weird feeling. this is the biggest stadium in romania with 60000+ seats and again there were not even 10000 fans present. the game was disapointing and it ended 0-0. all this fuss for a draw..damn.. they clearly showed that they couldn't score without extra time. well, this wasnât a cup game so a drwa was posible. i'm not going to buy season tickets because i'm not sure i'll be going to much more games on our stadium this season.. we're fighting for second place and the cup, seeing how dinamo virtualy won the championship in the first half.&lt;br /&gt;ehh.. i miss those exciting uefa games..none of that this spring. none of the buterflies in the stomach either.. 2006 will go down in history as one darned year. let's hope that the ones to come will live up to its fame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796374328671610754-1081180068119300894?l=this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/feeds/1081180068119300894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1796374328671610754&amp;postID=1081180068119300894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/1081180068119300894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/1081180068119300894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/2007/03/season-startsort-of.html' title='season start..sort of'/><author><name>seraphimovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901577917698304838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AFIDylBR6H0/Re3tVv2hPKI/AAAAAAAAACg/oYwCPhxE6do/s72-c/mesaj+galerie+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796374328671610754.post-6942487842874654136</id><published>2007-03-06T21:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T00:43:22.149+02:00</updated><title type='text'>who i am</title><content type='html'>i'm kinda pissed right now. why? this has been an old isue in my head and i'm sure i'm not the only one who's ever thought about this. i'm reffering to the fact that some people seem to think they know us better than we do and have the nerve to tell us that we are wrong about something or that our actions are not what we are suposed to do. what the fuck? dudes, get this clear. nobody, and i mean nobody knows the real me, the entire me. some may know a big part of me, but believe me when i say that only i (and sometimes not even i) know. most of my curent aquintances have known me for 3 years max or not even that. should i remind you that i am 21 and maybe if you weren't there to witness certain aspects of my life it doesn't mean they weren't there and that they didnât influence who i am. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFIDylBR6H0/Re3t7f2hPNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/LU1Ik4wz3nE/s1600-h/Torn_Apart_by_Davenit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFIDylBR6H0/Re3t7f2hPNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/LU1Ik4wz3nE/s320/Torn_Apart_by_Davenit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038945164515687634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i find myself frustrated sometimes because people donât seem to understand me. and when i state clearly what i want to say soe even have the nerve to say that they know better and that's not what i was actualy saying. no shit? the world is full of fucking mediums and fortune tellers. everybody else has this certain image about you and when you do something that doesn't quite fit the frame they jump and say "you know, he isn't acting like himself" really? who am i then? come on.. i would be curious if people came out with a list of things that i should or should not do to best match their image about me. no, i am not always all cheery and shit. i may snap at one point and ask people who have known me al my life and they'll tell you that my anger can get pretty intense. you push me, and i'll push back and at least at first i wont give a fuck if i hurt your feelings as long as i am annoyed. grow up, learn to be more careful and not sumarise people to quickly.&lt;br /&gt;ok, it's not all bad. i feel that some persons around me are more mature and learn to deal with me without squishingme inside a box.&lt;br /&gt;why this rant? because i managed to "disapoint" at least two persons today. one shouldn't really be pissed but hey, it's her business if she chooses to be that away. the other pushed me. don't push me because you'll only make me more stuborn and unreasonable. i do it on purpose because i hate being pushed into something. &lt;br /&gt;respect me, and i'll respect you&lt;br /&gt;enough said.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. photo chosen by deni :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796374328671610754-6942487842874654136?l=this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFIDylBR6H0/Re3t7f2hPNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/LU1Ik4wz3nE/s72-c/Torn_Apart_by_Davenit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796374328671610754.post-7939297190639989236</id><published>2007-03-06T03:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T04:17:08.381+02:00</updated><title type='text'>cult meeting :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AFIDylBR6H0/RezMHP2hPFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/YBJeDH4cqDU/s1600-h/Mar06_02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AFIDylBR6H0/RezMHP2hPFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/YBJeDH4cqDU/s320/Mar06_02.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038626508007095378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..clearly all this time spent playing neverwinter night affected my brain in more than one weird way. but this is not about neverwinter(wow, what a shocker).&lt;br /&gt;last tuesday i went to some concert with cosmin and some other people. the band was ok but seing that there was no entry fee the place was packed with fans. the free entry part is the reason i went there because altough i like the band i didn't have enough money to buy a ticket, drink a few beers and still have some left for wedensday when i wanted to go for yet another headbanging all nighter. after that we went to a club and because there was a sort of rock night me and cosmin decided to go downstairs to get wild :D. this is where the "cult" stuff begins :p. i saw cosmin talking to some chick. ok, i thought, she's picking him up or something. then he points at me. is she picking me up? neee..she's obviously selling something. finally she comes up (down more likely as i was sitting down enjoying my beer) and introduces herself. guess her name was claudia or something. i tend to forget names real quick after i meet someone. it's nothing personal as i tend to do this with virtualy everyone including incredibly hot chicks :p.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFIDylBR6H0/RezMSv2hPGI/AAAAAAAAACA/jkH3UuFN2tU/s1600-h/Mar06_03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AFIDylBR6H0/RezMSv2hPGI/AAAAAAAAACA/jkH3UuFN2tU/s320/Mar06_03.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038626705575591010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; she wasn't selling anything. she said she works for some project called "i do what i want but i know what i'm doing" and asked me if i was interested in coming to some meetings.this campaign is about sex and how to protect yourself against sexualy transmited diseases. the "polite and what the hell " me stepped in and said (what the hell) ok. gave her my cell phone number and was a little disapointed when i heard that some guy will call me to set the meeting. it was a chick who called me :p. if you donât know me very well, i'll explain what was going on in my head. imagie talking about sex with chicks :D. i'm so simple that i can be persuaded to do almost anything if it involves chicks :)))). &lt;br /&gt;the first meeting was today and it just so happened that my uni program matched it perfectly (it wont be like this for the next meeting so i'm already thinking about ways to spend time..well, if the weather is right i may walk a portion of the road) &lt;br /&gt;got close to the place i was suposed to find and i had some business to take care of first. called the publishing house and found out that my money still isnât coming and then i called my mom to let her know i'll be late.&lt;br /&gt;found the place. wasnât expecting that building. i walk in and all i see is girls..damn..cute girls..oh, and a boy too :p. i was feeling like i eneded up on another planet at first. the boy left because he was at the second meeting and that was elsewhere. score one for me :)))))))))).later some other people showed up. girls and another two boys.nice people.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AFIDylBR6H0/RezMuP2hPHI/AAAAAAAAACI/UXGl22X2FNs/s1600-h/Mar06_04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AFIDylBR6H0/RezMuP2hPHI/AAAAAAAAACI/UXGl22X2FNs/s320/Mar06_04.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038627178021993586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basicaly these meetings are some sort of awarenes and training sessions about sexualy transmited diseases. the main goal of the organization is to make sure that a certain percentage of the youth that goes to the clubs is informed and maybe they'll have a positive impact on the others. you see, romania is one of the first countries when it comes to sifilis and hiv infestations so this program is not at all something useles, or i hope it wont prove to be that way. there is a weird part about this. ok, i'll try to tell my friends to be carefull and stuff. but i disobeied these things myself. ok, i don't have to tell anyone i didn't use a condom but i still have a conscience that knows otherwise. thse meetings have some use because i think they really convince you unlike some random poster on the street or some flyer. plus they have soda and sanwhiches. mental note: make sure to eat some more, after all they are free and you must admit you were hungry :p.&lt;br /&gt;got some nifty things too:p well, some small presies actualy but the child in merejoices anytime he gets something especialy if it's free :p (stuff is shown in pictures..yup, condoms. now all i have to do is find a use for them :p )i also have three cards that will give me  30% discount for testing.maye i should get tested to be on the safe side but these things cost and i return to the issue of my money which are still due..damn.&lt;br /&gt;so this wasn't a bad choice for me. nice people, food, drinks, useful information.. ormaybe they used me for some sick twisted purpose and then hypnotised me to think i went to this nice meeting :)) so this is the cult link. why a neverwinter link? well, you can't walk too much in that game without finding a cult of some sort that plots some evil sheme . maybe they started out as nice meetings with nice people..who knows? :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796374328671610754-7939297190639989236?l=this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/feeds/7939297190639989236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1796374328671610754&amp;postID=7939297190639989236' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796374328671610754.post-2430034605166124103</id><published>2007-02-24T19:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T22:24:58.085+02:00</updated><title type='text'>my two cents, pennies or whatever about neverwinter nights-a very unofficial walkthrough</title><content type='html'>ok, right now i have unofically finished the game. why unoficialy? well, there is still some bad guy to kill and didn't manage to do so even though i tried several times. damn it. but aside for that i pretty much covered the entire game so i get the general idea and i guess i'm entitled to state my opinion. keep in mind that this is not supposed to be an 100% accurate walkthrough altough i'll do my best not to skip anything important. i have my own way of playing this game and anyone else is free to play it however he or she (yes, chicks play nwn too)desires. so here it is, my two cents (eurocents, that is) about nwn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like killing. don't freak out. i like it during games :p. so my first choice for a class character was a dwarf fighter. i was pretty lousy at the game back then so dain picior de fier (dain iron foot) as i affectionately dubbed him managed to suffer totaly unheroic death on the dock's district streets. scratch this try. next i played the expansion shadows of the undrentide. again fighter. this time an elf called ereinion gil'galad (can you tell i like tolkien? :p) finished chapter one but in the second one got stuck at some mummy dude and aborted this one too. third time is the charm, right? wrong. enter turin turambar. another fighter (wow, i had a real one track mind) but this time half elf (probably chose so because you can't cross elves with dwarves :)))))) )played a little with this character but i got influenced (and i mean this in a good way) to change my option. &lt;br /&gt;enter deni. she has an afinity for the rogue character, one that i now share :). ok, so i had to make a rogue. oh yeah, letâs not forget about the bard attempt. forgot his name. anyway, i wanted to play the bard because i got the impresion he is a very versatile character plus he has the red dragon disciple prestige class which i thought is pretty cool. tried to play hordes of the underdark but the game malfuntioned probably because of all the fancy effects from the first battle in the game which comes pretty fast.&lt;br /&gt;ok, back to the main story. i had failed at the expansions so i wanted to play the original game with a new character and continue with it throug out the rest of the game modules. got my mind set on rogue. it says there that halflings make excellent rogues because of their racial features and bonuses. good, tom bombadil the rogue halfling was born. and pretty soon died. you see, rogues have this skill calld pick pocket. you basicaly rob people without them knowing. or at least you try. well, i tried it on a dude from the temple of tyr. the thing is that if you get caught the character turns hostile. i got caught and the guy at the recall portal started attacking me. i ran out hoping that he cannot pass in and out of buildings. i was wrong. they can't chase you out of a speciffic area but have no trouble chasing you inside buildings as i discovered yet again with an invincible golem while i was playng today (yes, an invincible golem. you had to kill two guys to turn off the golem). so i got caught and killed&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing i still wanted to play this game after this failure streak :p. but i persevered. another rogue was born. ran out of ideas for a name. deni said : kender kryn. kenders are a race from the planet kryn. this stuff is related to the forgotten realms stories with dungeons and dragons. kenders are some sort of thieves although they take offence at being called that. after several names generated by the game i settled for kender kryn. and now this name is famous throughout the northern lands of faerun :D.&lt;br /&gt;off the proper playing/walkthrough stuff. first here some links to stuff made by other people. some chick played the game and gave her two cents (i'm guessing hers are american ones :p ) you can find it &lt;a href="http://www.bellaonline.com/gaming/strategy_lib_nnwalk.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;. personaly i don't agree with this chicks style. neither does deni. she is obsessed with getting "good points". ok, i'm not evil but you can only get 100 good and some deeds that she thinks are bad have absolutely no effect on the good/bad score, but still she refused to do them. anybody can play however their heart dictates but it can and probably will your gaming performance. refusing quests due to a holier than thou attitude leads to low levels as you advance and trust me, at the end evey little bit counts. plus you may miss out on some great items and, why not, a lot of fun playing the game. i'm not evil but i'm selfish. grab everything. stick your nose everywhere? so what if you get burnt? that's why they invented the magical quicksave button. she always gave back the reward money. thus, she won the title of benefactor. ok, she played a ranger. i am a rogue. giving back had earned money would more likely make me worthy of the title "wimp", "loser", "jackass" and so on :p. hmm..now that i read on to refresh my memory i see that she can't remember names. almost all the names that apear there are wrong. so if you want to have a good laugh play the game first and read her walkthrough after that. you'll see what i mean. now let's get serios. this is a good walkthrough that has helped me in my times of need. it is impartial. it simply explains what you have to do. &lt;a href="http://www.gamebanshee.com/neverwinternights/nwnwalkthrough.php"&gt;click on this&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;i pretty much dropped the idea of writing even a partial walkthrough because this post is huge already and i don't have the patience required for such a task.( seeing how this post has a very restrictive topic and knowing that some people tend to avoid long stuff anyone other than deni who reads the entire thing is deservant of respect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, if you don't want certain surprises ruined you should quit reading right about now becasue i'm going to get into some details&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you start of as a cadet at neverwinter academy. you are there to help against the wailing death, some misterious uncurable disease that ravages neverwinter. lady aribeth the big kahuna under the biggest kahuna lord nasher thinks highly of you bla bla. there is this cocky priest named desther and aribeth's lover fenthick who is always at desthers hand. from the very beginning desther annoyed me and i started smelling a rat. i was right. at one point it was really obvious but i guess the game creators allowed it to be obvious because, in the end, you have no control over this aspect. it is important you hire a henchman because the game is muuuch more dificult without one. i got the barbarian because he is a real animal in combat :D. i am a rogue so tomi, the first henchman you encounter is useless to me. the monk has his advantages but in my opinion he dies faster than the barbarian. the cleric, the bard and the wizard are not made for combat so the barbarian is in my opinion the best thing a rogue could wish for at his side. socialise with your henchman and he or she will tel you a story which results in a quest. do the quest and you get cool stuff and xp. every henchman has a story so talk with all of them. they will tell you the story only after you level up but at the end of the game because you already leveled up several times the others will spil it all if you bug them :D.i noticed that the game creators have designed a certain order in which to solve the quests. they sometimes give hints on this when all the characters you encounter insist that you talk to someone or go to a certain place. at one point the game got confused. if you went to see lord nasher you couldnât because he was gravely ill with the plague. however aribeth tells you that lord nasher is strawling through the halls of casle never singing songs written by the bards in  honour of your great deeds. if i remeber this corectly the order in which you should "solve" the districts is : peninsula, docks, beggars nest, blacklake. on the streets you encounter priests of helm. they offer to give you the blessing of helm. i opted to be polite and accepted their blessing whenever i encountered one. strange thing about that. the blessing is practicaly useless as it has absolutely no effect be it good or evil however, there is a certain aspect that intrigued me. the blessings were in the form of a red aura. excuse me, but blessings are green, yellow or white. only curses are red. yup..neverwinter is full of rats. red rats led by mister d himself. at the moonstone mask you get to enjoy the company of the oposite sex. this is not a gay friendly brothel because the dude refuses to speak with men and the chicks ignore women. if you play a female character you wonât get tamoraâs quest. tough luck. not so tough considering that you only get 3 good points for doing it. or you can get 200gp if you decide to strike a deal with some asshole.&lt;br /&gt;at the shining knight be sure to ask the guy about his special wares. you will discover the forge which you will find very useful. the rule of ask everyone everything is a good one to follow throughout the game. you wont get any answers if you don't ask questions. one more thing about the forge: characters who have no use for heavy armor should not ruin a light armor to create the whitebone armor. i thought it would be something cool. it was, but it was totally useless for a rogue. luckily i had another suit of armor for me as a spare so i sold the crafted one.&lt;br /&gt;you find the cure, save the day bla bla. because YOU are the one who basicaly did everything you get the privilege to see all the hotshots of neverwinter create the cure for the plague. nasher is a stuck up. aribeth is her usual annoying self. desther still doesnât like you and thinks he is pretty important (never actualy tried to kill him, but i am curios to try it). fenthick is enthusiastic. maybe he has a date with aribeth afterwards. the chick is quite a chatterbox but if she resumes only to screaming my name in the throws of passion then i can understand fenthick's enthusiasm :p. the rat exposes himself and after they create the cure mister d runs off with it laughing like an idiot. fenthick follows him like a dog still thinking that desther is not a traitor (this game is sooo obvious). once again it's up to you to save the day because they can't spare soldiers bla bla. te really crapy part is that aribeth doesn't heal you anymore when you return injured from battle so you have to rest. you follow desther to helms hold. in the dungeons you'll find a litle boy. he is pretty nervous. you have the choice to propose a business deal to him to calm his nerves. don't be afraid to use it. you wont be taking advantage of an innocent child. he is in fact a merchant and has pretty good stuff too. keep in mind to be in tip top condition when you go after desther because the stone of recall is useless once you get in and he is not very esily defeated. again i stress that you search every corner of the keep because you may scrue up some quests. there is an evil demon there. that quest can only be properly solved if you find two books, not just the one the demon tells you about.&lt;br /&gt;desther doesn't die by your hand. he surrenders and after that you can't kill him. he is burned alive and fenthick is hanged to satisfy the bloodthirst of the enraged citizens.&lt;br /&gt;desther wasnât the bigshot in this thing. he didnât even know how and why the plague starte. there is a strange cult that did all this. these guys worship the old ones. so you go to port llast to hunt the cultists. chapter two is pretty big. you'll be hunting cultists, theyâll be hunting you. there are also werewolves, orcs, trolls and stuff. you get to play judge and decide what to do with the souls of some unfortunate fools. apparently i didnât get all the facts in that case because i didnât think to summon a demon to hear his story. iâm guessing there were experience points for that and that is what i feel sorry for. i also let an escaped convict lose loos and got 5 evil points for that. it's not the evil points i'm sour about because i made up for those but if i had killed that guy i would have received experience points. so form then on i killed almost everything i had the chance, of course if they were evil.&lt;br /&gt;the cultists are in luskan, big surprise. the rival of neverwinter and a city renowned for itâs evil inhabitants. before you enter luskan make sure you fished al the other quests because once you enter you can't exit. this is where they lost their inspiration. okay, this is a depraved town so you will find a brothel and in there you find quests just like in neverwinter. another guy wants you to find four levers to make his potion machine work just like eltoora wants five tomes to get acces to the spell creating device. notice a pattern? you finish off the cultists in luskan but maugrim escapes. once again there is a rat. lady aribeth betrays neverwinter and joins maugrim to taake vengeance for the execution of fenthick.&lt;br /&gt;off to beorunna's well to search for some ancient artifacts called the words of power. once again you will take part in a trial but not as judge. i had to read the walkthrough to finish this quest the right way. hope you get it from the first tryy deni. let me know when you get there. this is an interesting cvhapter. it has woods which i dislike but it offers great rewards which i like. you get to find out the netire story behind the plague, the old ones and maugrims cult. you even travel in time :D. this is a hard chapter. the old ones are not easy to confront, not to mention that you have to face drasgons too. man, dragons are extremely hard to kill. some uthgard chieftain will give you a spear for reward. i sod it becuase i didnât use it and i got a pretty good price for it. well...i was wrong. normaly the items needed by a henchman are worth nothing. wel, the spear i sold was the key to my henc,ans quest and i had to bzy it for over three times the price i got for it.&lt;br /&gt;chapter four takes place in neverwinter. the city is besieged by a huge luskan army led by the former paladin of tyr now blackgurad lady aribeth of tyllmarinde. the city core is as you remeber it from the first chapter except the fire projectiles that rain from the sky. not too many quests but you get good xp for them. you will face some nasty demon guardian, then aribeth, then maugrim and then itâs off to kill the old ones. easier said than done. i got to the last big kill but it wasnât easy. i had to fight two dragons at once...it was really hard. and now it seems i canât finish the last task. the thing is that just like in desthers case iâm stuck with a useless recall stone so i have to do with whatever equipment and potions i have on me. iâm thinking of restarting chapter four so i can be more prepared for the final challenge. wish me luck&lt;br /&gt;ok, that pretty much it. a very short history of the game. i intentionaly left out big chunks becuase i already gave you links to walkthoughs and because i donât want to spoil the fun of the game.&lt;br /&gt;now for some words of wisdom. &lt;br /&gt;at the beginnig you get to see that a rogue is a realy fun character to play because you get to manipulate poele with words and almost every lock or trap will fall before you. as you advnce through the game your henchman will smash doors and chests much faster than you can pick them open.&lt;br /&gt;there are some traps that just donât want to be disabled. they are deadly traps. in this case i trigger them. dalean almost always dies but i benefit from the savong throws and have a decent chance to be only partialy injured or not hurt at all. don't forget to save before that.&lt;br /&gt;actualy,saving is very important. be sure to save before every decision you make. and keep some spare saves just in case you want to return to a certain part of the game. trust me, you cannot play this game once.&lt;br /&gt;there are creature in cetain areas that deliver deadly blows. they kill you with just one shot. sometimes i escaped thanks to my reflex save but if i get hit again i surely die. this sucks. if you don't save before then you are fucked.&lt;br /&gt;once again i tell you that is important to search every inch of the map and when you talk to someone you must cover all the angles. you never know what ou may find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess this is it. hope it made some sense. maybe i made some people curios about the game. i stil have a lot of playing to do. i'm thinking of trying an evil alligned character just to see what happens. maybe iâll blog about that someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796374328671610754-2430034605166124103?l=this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/feeds/2430034605166124103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1796374328671610754&amp;postID=2430034605166124103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/2430034605166124103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/2430034605166124103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-two-cents-pennies-or-whatever-about.html' title='my two cents, pennies or whatever about neverwinter nights-a very unofficial walkthrough'/><author><name>seraphimovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901577917698304838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796374328671610754.post-1130930495495562556</id><published>2007-02-12T20:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T21:14:29.092+02:00</updated><title type='text'>anniversary of an uninteresting event</title><content type='html'>well..i don't think it's been a year. i mean it happened maybe 10 months or something ago... it's just that the feelings seem to come over me again. the bad feelings. the emptiness. depression. insanity. thought i was wiser. maybe i am. maybe i'm just dramatising this the way i always do, making a big deal out of something that isn't really that bad. i don't know anymore. there is light and then comes darkness. the same old reasons. the same old issues deep inside of me. feelings of emptines, frustration. i'm not a good person. not now i'm not. i'm selfish, petty.i still know right from wrong, but right now my right comes first despite any wrong done to others. sorry if i snap. i can't be compasionate at a time like this. not when something that i fear seems to show it's ugly head again. what does this babble mean?&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you a totaly dull story about a boring person, namely me.&lt;br /&gt;about a year ago i was happy. about a year ago it was snowing or something like that. i remember a certain walk in the park with a certain person. it was snowing. it was so beautiful. she was so beatiful. i was so stupid. cold black days were actualy good. then reality set in. i was dreaming and the dream was about to come to a very abrupt end. it's really a mess and i can't remember it all..but sadness is related to the warm days. so maybe you can understand why i'm not totally happy with this curent streak of warm sunny days. they remind me of everything. i'm not that insane,, i'm not flipping my lid just because the weather reminds of that. i'm stupid and i repeat mistakes..or, i don't know..it isn't clear. it never is. the same person..am i still dreaming? will this turn into a nightmare again? no..because now i know how it was before and i will not let it happen again. &lt;br /&gt;to add to the old, here comes the new. and this new stuff is shocking to me. i'm sick and tired of feeling like the sky just fell on me. there has to be some easier way to take in news like that. another girl...&lt;br /&gt;well...this goes to prove i am really stupid..i don't know. i'm here. she is very far away. there is absolutely no real thing connecting us. now it seems there will never be one. &lt;br /&gt;once again i'm bitter, jealous of others happines.. sadness, anger..the aknowledgement of my own selfishness.&lt;br /&gt;once again i'm confused and afraid. i see that there are some things that i just can't control. i play with fire and i can't control the extent of the burns..and it burns..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: anniversary of an uninteresting event is a song by deftones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796374328671610754-1130930495495562556?l=this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/feeds/1130930495495562556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1796374328671610754&amp;postID=1130930495495562556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/1130930495495562556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/1130930495495562556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/2007/02/anniversary-of-uninteresting-event.html' title='anniversary of an uninteresting event'/><author><name>seraphimovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901577917698304838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796374328671610754.post-749893637771878189</id><published>2007-02-06T20:15:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T20:15:59.747+02:00</updated><title type='text'>is it love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was arrogant, acting like the dictator of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&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/1796374328671610754-749893637771878189?l=this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/feeds/749893637771878189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1796374328671610754&amp;postID=749893637771878189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/749893637771878189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/749893637771878189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/2007/02/is-it-love.html' title='is it love?'/><author><name>seraphimovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901577917698304838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796374328671610754.post-4370402346054777945</id><published>2007-01-28T22:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T23:55:40.212+02:00</updated><title type='text'>smooth sailing</title><content type='html'>aargh matey! listen up ya'll land lobbers as me tells you the great and unheard tales regarding the feats of captain sera..argh..:p&lt;br /&gt;yup, i'm a pirate alright. i have entire discographyes off the internet. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFIDylBR6H0/Rb0Vq-EeuuI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hZ1jX7ayMaQ/s1600-h/arch+enemy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFIDylBR6H0/Rb0Vq-EeuuI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hZ1jX7ayMaQ/s320/arch+enemy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025196587175820002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started with arch enemy. why? well, i heard one of their songs and altough i'm not into death metal i liked it. so i said i'll give it a try, and now i don't regret the choice. i like them :). i contitnued with rammstein and kreator. rammstein are "old friends" so they're ok but kreator are quite new. alas, i'm a little disapointed with them. also got deftones. another good choice. i may not like all their songs but i like many:). today i got an album from bruce dickinson :D.&lt;br /&gt;that's it for music, now off to the game part. i got rome total war with an expansion because i felt the urge to play it again. got gothic 2 because it made me super curious but i can'r seem to manage the controls..pff..guess i'm stupid:p last but not least i got neverwinter nights platinum edition and this brings me to the very fact i wanted to speak about in this post: exams&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AFIDylBR6H0/Rb0WHuEeuvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TGNbkZvt72Q/s1600-h/1410-0-220-0-300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AFIDylBR6H0/Rb0WHuEeuvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TGNbkZvt72Q/s320/1410-0-220-0-300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025197081097059058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may ask what do games have to do with exams? well, absolutely nothing..it's just that i did all this downloading and playing while in my exams session at the university :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now let's get on with the story...&lt;br /&gt;last year, before winter break began, i had a lot of projects and stuff to translate for uni and i was suposed to study for the coming exams in january. yeah right.. did no such thing, not during the holiday season anyway. i wasn't a total bum, i did some work for my actual work :p it doesn't make sense, does it? well, now i have a job. not the kind where you go into an office and pretend you're working for 8 hours, or even worse..work for 8 hours. i sit at home and translate books. well, it's one book actualy but i'm confident that more will follow if i do a great job on this one :) so, i did soe translating because i had a deadline to keep. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AFIDylBR6H0/Rb0WWeEeuwI/AAAAAAAAABA/ZDR8BexPtJY/s1600-h/deftones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AFIDylBR6H0/Rb0WWeEeuwI/AAAAAAAAABA/ZDR8BexPtJY/s320/deftones.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025197334500129538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as fo uni, i had a subject which required two projects if i wanted to be allowed to take the exam. i didn't do them before the break, couldn't do them during the break because the bloody university library was closed, and didn't have much time and didn't feel like doing them after that. so scratch one subject for me. i'll see this one in summer. as fot the other projects and translations i did them in the last day before they were due, sometimes staying up late into the night..very nasty but i managed to pull it off :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first exam was on january 12th and it was at audit.i went to only two classe and i was 40 minutes late at one of them :p. our group only had one seminary..or maybe two..don't know because i haven't attended any of them. i had 15 back and front papers with courses for this subject. gave them a very quick, very casual glance and that was it. i arrived at the examm bent on cheating or failing. it was suposed to take place i a classroom that will never contain al the students in my series. me, some of my friends and some other people were left out so we went into another classroom. the teacher was not in a good mood but we got supervised by another lady that was much nicer so..i passed with flying colours :d maximum grade and i couldn't have done it without fungus, andreea and cristina..hey guys..hugs, fungus :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AFIDylBR6H0/Rb0XLeEeuxI/AAAAAAAAABI/TtNf3QjdDZY/s1600-h/rome-total-war-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AFIDylBR6H0/Rb0XLeEeuxI/AAAAAAAAABI/TtNf3QjdDZY/s320/rome-total-war-.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025198245033196306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next came the dreaded gip or investment management.both the course and the seminary are very early in the morning so i wasn't to keen on attending. wel, i went to most of them, but because i go to sleep very late i managed to fall asleep one time. the teacher saw me, the other students laughed..:p the course is a mix of hard and weird. have the book but didn't get pass the first chapter. there were several types of exercises and i only knew one. i just said geronimooo and plunged in :p. guess i was lucky. i solved one exercise about 3 or 4 times before finaly getting it right. and i got fungus read me the results for the grids from a girl that had the same subjects as me. got the minimum passing grade..phew..&lt;br /&gt;next, budget and treasury. i attended most of the courses and seminaries but i was there and still wasn'r if you know what i mean. during courses i would talk with my buddy, cosmin and we'd laugh and stuff :p. i took two test papers and i got pretty good marks at them :). at the exam there were grids. good. the teacher made them on 4 numbers. bad, because neither fungus, andreea nor crisitna, whom were strategicaly seated in front of me had the same subjects. but i managed. half of them i did by myself and the other half were kindly donated by the guy behind me in excange for giving him his answers :p. got a decent mark at this one too. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AFIDylBR6H0/Rb0Y5uEeuyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ops0JZl8IhU/s1600-h/turin+turambar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AFIDylBR6H0/Rb0Y5uEeuyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ops0JZl8IhU/s320/turin+turambar.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025200139113773858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m.s.p. in romanian or public service management for you english speaking folk. this guy had such a boring way of teaching, and his class was the last at the end of a very early starting day so i was always very sleepy and never paying any atention. finaly decided not to go at all. photocopied the courses from fungus. i had some laughs reading them there were comments on the sides and stupid little drawings and notes like "the explanation in andrea's course" "drawing in andreea's course" and so on. still can't call this studying. once again we were in two classrooms. i was seating in the first desk right on the edge so any hopes of sneaking a peak at the courses inside my desk shattered. but never fear when friends are near. andreea showed me some and i wrote a little from what i knew so i managed to come up with something deservant of a passing grade. combined with points from the seminary which i attended regularly and not in vain it should result into a decent mark.&lt;br /&gt;the psycosociology of change. this exam was today. well, we all cheated..not much to be said about this one. we knew it would be like this.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFIDylBR6H0/Rb0Zq-EeuzI/AAAAAAAAABY/6YJKpPCypwA/s1600-h/hand-writing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFIDylBR6H0/Rb0Zq-EeuzI/AAAAAAAAABY/6YJKpPCypwA/s320/hand-writing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025200985222331186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me the exams are over but most of my coleagues still have public management ahead. the worst exam of them all. i faile it before entering the examination room because i didn't submit those blasted projects. oh well, we shall meet in summer.&lt;br /&gt;that's it.it was smooth sailing and i have to be grateful for that. while others studied and were stressed with exams i was playing and being stressed with the fact that some torrent isn't dowloading or that my computer crashes every time i play neverwinter nights. funny and sort of sad story with me playing neverwinter. my cooler is a ye bit old and tired it seems so whenever my computer does something demanding, such as a complex game it overheats and shuts down. so, whenever i decide to play the game i put on some thicker clothes and open the window :p.&lt;br /&gt;i remember wishing for january and the exams to be over. well, that time i so desperately wished for finaly came :) i'm not totaly free as i still have work to do and i am bound to the deadline by a contract, but i still have time for fun :D&lt;br /&gt;so, fun for me and fun for you because i don't like being surounded by depressed people :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. the pictures show by order of apearance: arch enemy, bruce dickinson, deftones, a screenshot from rome total war during a batle (not from my computer), my character from neverwinter nights :)( he is curently in the seedy tavern in the docks district invetigating the bloodsailor gang :p) and someone's hand writing something :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796374328671610754-4370402346054777945?l=this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/feeds/4370402346054777945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1796374328671610754&amp;postID=4370402346054777945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/4370402346054777945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/4370402346054777945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/2007/01/smooth-sailing.html' title='smooth sailing'/><author><name>seraphimovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901577917698304838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFIDylBR6H0/Rb0Vq-EeuuI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hZ1jX7ayMaQ/s72-c/arch+enemy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796374328671610754.post-1583609030886872329</id><published>2007-01-21T02:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T02:31:35.617+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the beer post</title><content type='html'>yup, this is the beer post. i like beer very much. you can say i love beer. i'm not actualy a heavy drinker but i always enjoy a beer when i get the chance. oh, and i mean real beer not that non alcoholic stuff.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AFIDylBR6H0/RbKzBeEeutI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sDKiuTkRxDc/s1600-h/beer_glass_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AFIDylBR6H0/RbKzBeEeutI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sDKiuTkRxDc/s320/beer_glass_small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022273372304620242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a whole philosophy behind drinking beer i like to drink, i mean i like to have something to hold on to :p and if i drink vodka for example i would get wasted after 3 shots. with beer i have to drink much more to get drunk so i can rest asure that i will have something in my hand for a long time.after a couple of beers my kidneys are squicky clean vecause i process it pretty fast. it's the cheapest compared to other drinks ( including soda.mman, where is the world comning to? it's cheaper to get drunk than to stay sober)and last but not least it's so darn good. &lt;br /&gt;some people say that they can't drink beer during winter and stuff. i say ha..beer is good anytime anywhere :)so..all you beer lovers out there..i salute you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796374328671610754-1583609030886872329?l=this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/feeds/1583609030886872329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1796374328671610754&amp;postID=1583609030886872329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/1583609030886872329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/1583609030886872329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/2007/01/beer-post.html' title='the beer post'/><author><name>seraphimovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901577917698304838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AFIDylBR6H0/RbKzBeEeutI/AAAAAAAAAAk/sDKiuTkRxDc/s72-c/beer_glass_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796374328671610754.post-3768807448525327274</id><published>2007-01-08T22:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T23:15:49.915+02:00</updated><title type='text'>not another update!!!</title><content type='html'>yup..another update&lt;br /&gt;ran out of ideas for my blog.. guess i'll just blurt out some of the things that happened.&lt;br /&gt;was complainig about new years. well, on christmass day i got my wish fulfiled. a few days later my wish crumbled again..damn it..hate it when i'm right.&lt;br /&gt;what can i say..blame it on the weather, blame it on the trains, blame it on fate.. i lived, i always live. :P &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AFIDylBR6H0/RaKzyvRMemI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kDFbJeBCGLE/s1600-h/poza+aleasa+de+deni+1+reloaded.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AFIDylBR6H0/RaKzyvRMemI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kDFbJeBCGLE/s320/poza+aleasa+de+deni+1+reloaded.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017770619107572322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottom line is that i didn't get to spend new year's with her but it wasn't bad the way it turned out.just four people who managed to have a mini party :). not much to report. got pics, even got movies. too bad we didn't take pictures of the sea. yes, i spent new years on the shores of the black sea at my virtual sister's house. &lt;br /&gt;my former english teacher from uni put a good word at a publishing and now i'm close to land a contract with them for the position of translator. already translated several chapters from a book. hope it will turn out ok because i need the money. plus. it's something to do and it counts as work experience.&lt;br /&gt;as far as school goes..don't even want to think about it. january will be full of exams and other stressful stuff..can't wait for february to come.. one week off from uni. &lt;br /&gt;yup, february. i had plans for february, and i still do. just that they are a little altered. want to travel away, far away..to find something. something wonderful i hope. we'll see.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFIDylBR6H0/RaK0VPRMenI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lZkslEncHAc/s1600-h/poza+aleasa+de+deni+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AFIDylBR6H0/RaK0VPRMenI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lZkslEncHAc/s320/poza+aleasa+de+deni+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017771211813059186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, we'll see. i seem to be in a strange mood lately. it's like i'm sedated. i live just to live but i don't seem to do it very intensly. guess it's some state of boredom or something. dunno, it's like nothing makes me happy anymore. i mean truly happy. few things managed to get me in a state of euphoria.&lt;br /&gt;state of euphoria..well, today i was euphoric..yup, i can say that. why? it's a secret for some, it's not for others. and it will stay this way. don't ask, just be happy 'cause i'm happy (hello again my dear readers :p ) &lt;br /&gt;guess that's it.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. picture were chosen by deni :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796374328671610754-3768807448525327274?l=this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/feeds/3768807448525327274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1796374328671610754&amp;postID=3768807448525327274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/3768807448525327274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/3768807448525327274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-another-update.html' title='not another update!!!'/><author><name>seraphimovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901577917698304838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AFIDylBR6H0/RaKzyvRMemI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kDFbJeBCGLE/s72-c/poza+aleasa+de+deni+1+reloaded.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796374328671610754.post-8366361539818956738</id><published>2006-12-23T20:14:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T20:14:28.683+02:00</updated><title type='text'>feel my wrath!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Wrath Quotient: 27%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howmuchwrathdoyouhavequiz/wrath-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you get really angry, but nothing out of the norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you may wish someone harm, it's pretty unlikely that you'd actually do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howmuchwrathdoyouhavequiz/"&gt;How Much Wrath Do You Have?&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/1796374328671610754-8366361539818956738?l=this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/feeds/8366361539818956738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1796374328671610754&amp;postID=8366361539818956738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/8366361539818956738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/8366361539818956738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/2006/12/feel-my-wrath.html' title='feel my wrath!'/><author><name>seraphimovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901577917698304838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796374328671610754.post-4693235667757480998</id><published>2006-12-23T20:08:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T20:08:46.867+02:00</updated><title type='text'>fizzzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Coke&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsodaareyouquiz/coke.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true original and classic, you represent the best of everything you can offer.&lt;br /&gt;Just the right amount of sweet, just the right amount of energy... you're the life of the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best soda match: Mountain Dew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from:Dr Pepper&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsodaareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Soda Are You?&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/1796374328671610754-4693235667757480998?l=this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/feeds/4693235667757480998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1796374328671610754&amp;postID=4693235667757480998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/4693235667757480998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/4693235667757480998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/2006/12/fizzzz.html' title='fizzzz'/><author><name>seraphimovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901577917698304838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796374328671610754.post-5771728447767344526</id><published>2006-12-23T20:06:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T20:06:22.454+02:00</updated><title type='text'>pucker up baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FEA7B6" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Kissing Purity Score: 66% Pure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFCED6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/kissingpuritytest/kiss3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, kissing isn't a casual thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lip to lip action makes your heart sing&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/kissingpuritytest/"&gt;Kissing Purity Test&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/1796374328671610754-5771728447767344526?l=this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/feeds/5771728447767344526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1796374328671610754&amp;postID=5771728447767344526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/5771728447767344526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/5771728447767344526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/2006/12/pucker-up-baby.html' title='pucker up baby!'/><author><name>seraphimovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901577917698304838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796374328671610754.post-3534147477298145367</id><published>2006-12-23T19:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T19:57:12.412+02:00</updated><title type='text'>boo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FF9900" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Not Scary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFD79A"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howscaryareyouquiz/not-scary.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loves you. Isn't that sweet?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howscaryareyouquiz/"&gt;How Scary Are You?&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/1796374328671610754-3534147477298145367?l=this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/feeds/3534147477298145367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1796374328671610754&amp;postID=3534147477298145367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/3534147477298145367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/3534147477298145367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/2006/12/boo.html' title='boo!'/><author><name>seraphimovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901577917698304838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796374328671610754.post-155651906792868732</id><published>2006-12-22T22:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T01:49:17.922+02:00</updated><title type='text'>rants and stuff</title><content type='html'>first of all i would like to salute my fans )hey fungus, happy violation of my privacy :)))))) ) &lt;br /&gt;it's the holiday season. whoopy!! &lt;br /&gt;well, i'm not in cheery extatic mood. not depressed or something like that just a bit annoyed and dissapointed. maybe it's too early to say but it seems the year won't end with the expected bang i wished for. during the holidays you're suposed to be with the ones dear to you. the ones i hold dear are far away.. there is someone i wish to spend new year's with but it seems i won't see her again until next year and i'm bummed. guess there is a certain compensation, i mean this year won't end in a spectacular fashion but the next one promises to have an interesting (if not pleasant) beginning. more details will follow..hopefuly. yeah.so few chances to spend the end (of the year, but it sounds cooler just the end, no?) with loved one(s). what's left? bitch and moan :)))). here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;i hate shopping. i hate shopping for clothes and shoes. i wander through the shops and my retina is molested by all the crappy things on display. curse mz pretentios tastes. for several years now i have been in conflict with fashion, or at least it's representation on the streets among let's call them common folk. stupid imitations of foreign things..hear this, there's a jeans brand called litfile big. you can't find something simple anymore. it's onlz the same crap everywhere with all these stupid features like cuts or inprints..or sparkly shiny stuff.. i dread having to buy clothes. i dream of having one indestructable pair of jeans that i would only have to wash every once in a while. today i went to buy jeans and i was reminded once again that i hate doing that. the place was crowded, abnoccious music, annozing people, crappy stuff... i looked around and finaly settled on a pair of jeans that isn't all to bad but still, i always have to search the hole place to find something acceptable. when we asked for a different feature they showed us a different model alltogether.. i'll be back when this pair breaks down..&lt;br /&gt;the holidays..are corupt. all this consumerism. but that's not my main issue here. holidays in romania have some particularities (i hardly believe it's the same in other countries) we have =colindători= as in people that go from house to house singing and anouncing the birth of Christ and the new year. technicaly that should happen on christmass eve and on new year's eve but the romanian enterprising spirit cares not about tradition so you get them shortly after december begins and even well into january. it's either groups of deaf tone children or beggars. i was riding the metro a few years ago and at almost every station some beggars climbed aboard. it's incredible how many there are, or how there presence is more noticeable... there is this dude that for almost a year or maybe more says the exact same story , something about his mom who died eight months ago..eight months from now hell probably say the exact same thing. i don't give them money anymore.some other dude is perfectly able to walk and does so to get from cart to cart but when he gets inside he gets down on his butt and skids on the floor....&lt;br /&gt;another holiday related thing..lights. there are some which sing. i really hate those. i have one but i turn the volume down. why? because their singing is awfull. they play gingle bells and we wish you a merry christmass but they sound so anemic (not anemic and sweet like knife party, yeah..i'm obsessed)..&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...guess that's it for now. hope i didn't ruin anyones holiday spirit with my stupid rants.&lt;br /&gt;have a very enjoyable holiday season all of you reading this :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. almost forgot to say that i installed romanian characters on my keyboard and as a result some keys are messed up and writting has become more challenging. &lt;br /&gt;here's a taste of the newly instaled characters: â,î, ă, ş, ţ. i need them, otherwise i would have never installed them . too much trouble..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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stuff'/><author><name>seraphimovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901577917698304838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796374328671610754.post-2298864110675042529</id><published>2006-12-22T20:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T20:43:25.739+02:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm...really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Cure Shares Your Taste in Music&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whichmusiciansharesyourtasteinmusicquiz/the-cure.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=CkIfgYlVpZA&amp;offerid=78941.462765450&amp;type=10&amp;subid="&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See their whole playlist here (iTunes required)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whichmusiciansharesyourtasteinmusicquiz/"&gt;Which Musician (or Group) Shares Your Taste in Music?&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/1796374328671610754-2298864110675042529?l=this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/feeds/2298864110675042529/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796374328671610754.post-7308248429810616573</id><published>2006-12-22T20:39:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T20:39:48.859+02:00</updated><title type='text'>yup..i'm lazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Sloth Quotient: 43%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howmuchslothdoyouhavequiz/sloth-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're definitely lazier than the average person, but you're able to live a somewhat normal life.&lt;br /&gt;All your life needs is a little more effort and variety, and you might see that doing hard things is actually fun!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howmuchslothdoyouhavequiz/"&gt;How Much Sloth Do You Have?&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/1796374328671610754-7308248429810616573?l=this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/feeds/7308248429810616573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1796374328671610754&amp;postID=7308248429810616573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/7308248429810616573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Eyes Should Be Hazel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/hazel.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes reflect: Intellect and sensuality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's hidden behind your eyes: Subtle manipulation&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/"&gt;What Color Should Your Eyes Be?&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/1796374328671610754-8752512734909844868?l=this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/feeds/8752512734909844868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1796374328671610754&amp;postID=8752512734909844868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/8752512734909844868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/8752512734909844868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/2006/12/mirrors-for-soul.html' title='mirrors for the soul'/><author><name>seraphimovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901577917698304838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796374328671610754.post-6845950423145715151</id><published>2006-12-21T18:25:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T18:25:24.077+02:00</updated><title type='text'>personality drug</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Is Like Acid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdrugisyourpersonalitylikequiz/acid.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit wacky, you're very difficult to predict.&lt;br /&gt;One moment you're in your own little happy universe...&lt;br /&gt;And the next, you're on a bad trip to your own personal hell!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdrugisyourpersonalitylikequiz/"&gt;What Drug Is Your Personality Like?&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/1796374328671610754-6845950423145715151?l=this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/feeds/6845950423145715151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1796374328671610754&amp;postID=6845950423145715151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/6845950423145715151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Test Results &lt;table style="color: black; background: #dddddd"border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#paranoid"&gt;Paranoid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#schizoid"&gt;Schizoid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;46%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#schizotypal"&gt;Schizotypal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#antisocial"&gt;Antisocial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;46%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#borderline"&gt;Borderline&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;38%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#histrionic"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;34%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#narcissistic"&gt;Narcissistic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;42%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#avoidant"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#dependent"&gt;Dependent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#obsessive-compulsive"&gt; Obsessive-Compulsive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt; ||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;42%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder.html"&gt; Take Free Personality Disorder Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took this test only once altough it said it is recomended to take it several times for accurate results..but i'm lazy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796374328671610754-170811651577809224?l=this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/feeds/170811651577809224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1796374328671610754&amp;postID=170811651577809224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/170811651577809224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/170811651577809224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/2006/12/personality-disorder-test-results.html' title='am i insane?'/><author><name>seraphimovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901577917698304838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796374328671610754.post-5350801916074045351</id><published>2006-11-28T22:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T22:46:54.610+02:00</updated><title type='text'>knife party</title><content type='html'>no goodbyes here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know that song from deftones, knife party? cool song. today i kept singing it and something hit me. some lyrics have a strange personal meaning to me. "go get your knife, now kiss me"well, it seems we stabbed each other and then we kissed. more than one time. right now i'm starring at the nothingness ahead...all blank. not all..but for us. no us in the future, or so it seems. keep waiting until i come looking for you..that's what she said, and as usual left me blank. i never knew what she meant. we were on two different wave links but somehow we thought we had something in common. i failed to find that and i constantly and painfuly realised that. we came dressed in full batle gear and waged war on each other. i can't help but feel that i was defeated. it's this weird thiught that i'm the only one hurting that doesn't leave me alone. a strange game..running towards and away from her. yes..a battle indeed, one with lots of planning, attacks, counter attacks.. i laugh a bitter laugh. fools..or just a fool. &lt;br /&gt;no, no goodbyes here... drama..too much drama, and i'm getting sick of it. i failed at this game. guess there's a lesson to leanrn from this and i think i know what it is. i'm not sure if i will act on it though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796374328671610754-5350801916074045351?l=this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/feeds/5350801916074045351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1796374328671610754&amp;postID=5350801916074045351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/5350801916074045351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/5350801916074045351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/2006/11/knife-party.html' title='knife party'/><author><name>seraphimovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901577917698304838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796374328671610754.post-6271110122040294375</id><published>2006-11-12T12:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T13:10:43.398+02:00</updated><title type='text'>(din) nou</title><content type='html'>o picatura calduta se prelinge pe obraz. imediat dupa ea, inca una. se opresc pe buze. instinctiv le gust simtindu-le gustul sarat, uitat. ma uit la monitor. inca o data strivit de comunicarea virtuala. am reusit sa ma separ de real. realul s-a cuibarit in niste cabluri moarte si reci ce taie nedrept din spirit. am fugit de real fara sa stiu asta, in parte impins si de situatie dar si din vina mea. o viata falsa ce s-a petrecut in neant sau in capul meu, uneori nefiind in stare sa le separ cum trebuie. m-am trezit brusc desprins de lumea tangibila. dar sa nu uit cu ce am inceput. nu stiu daca sa pun mana pe ciocan sa sfaram viitorul imposibil sau nu. lumea mea se prabuseste din nou, dar poate asta nu-i rau. o lume falsa si fragila inseamna minciuna. daca nu exista adevar macar o minciuna mai convingatoare tot este acolo. am mai fost in situatia asta. sfarsitul unei sperante. n-am scapat de indoiala. oare daca mai incerc acum o sa pot salva ceva? si daca salvez, pentru cat timp o s-o fac? ma doare, dar parca o voce imi zice ca e spre binele meu. realitatea ma asteapta, trebuie doar sa intru. orice moarte lasa loc pentru viata noua, dar nu pot sa nu sufar pentru ca ceva a murit in mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796374328671610754-6271110122040294375?l=this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/feeds/6271110122040294375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1796374328671610754&amp;postID=6271110122040294375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/6271110122040294375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/6271110122040294375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/2006/11/din-nou.html' title='(din) nou'/><author><name>seraphimovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901577917698304838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796374328671610754.post-1831669577235753182</id><published>2006-11-03T02:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T03:07:00.086+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ce s-a intamplat?</title><content type='html'>da chiar, ce s-a intamplat? i-am ametit pe toti ca ce bine am dus-o eu in ultima vreme, cate lucruri noi si destepte am facut si mi s-au intamplat. si totul a urcat, a urcat, a urcat pana am ajuns..... in aer. sunt din nou in aer..plutesc. e orepetare a trecutului dar nu in totalitate..este altceva.. a trecut la un alt nivel..sa infraznesc sa zic mai inalt? lumea mea se schimba. lucrurile iau o alta intorsatura. evident ca o sa va bramburesc cu vorbele si n-o sa va spun nimic concret..:p..relatiile interpersonale nu decurg cum as fi crezut..sau cred ca stiam eu dinainte ( da, vocea) ramane ceva..dar la naiba..degeaba ramane ceva in plan spiritual cand stiu ca pe mine practica ma omoara. am un soi de sarada de viata. ma prefac ca-mi traiesc viata. am tot ce-mi trebuie si nimic la indemana.&lt;br /&gt;da, acum sunt moderator. de ce? d-aia... uite-asa. nu mai conteaza. sunt si cu asta basta. si ce fac acum? moderez, desigur:p. primul act in calitatea mea de moderator a fost sa atrag atentia cuiva, nu mare lucru, cred ca nici nu s-au prins..nu asta conteaza. teoretic tre' sa fiu un exemplu, sa fiu eu ala mai bun si mai destept care sa judece. nu-i intotdeauna usor sa judeci. s-a suparat un user pe mine..si imi pare mai rau pentru ca ce am facut am facut cu o aume indoiala. m-am simtit ca un adult rau care-i fura jucaria preferata unui copil chiar daca acel copil abuza de ea. oare a inteles ca eu asta trebuie sa fac? oare ceilalti stiu ca de fapt tot eu sunt? nu..pentru ca nici eu nu stiam asta pana sa ajung aici. it's lonely at the top? maybe. not at the top yet :p &lt;br /&gt;sunt rau. sau poate nu. poate "rautatea" imi este indreptatita si atunci n-are cum sa fie rea, nu? cum poti sa-i explici cuiva ca-i intelegi comportamentul, ca tu stiai deja asta? poate sa nege sa te faca rau dar tu stiai ca lumea se schimba si ca nu este intentionata schimbarea. privesti totul cu o anume detasare. nu mai esti surprins. dar este mai greu sa fi si incantat. uneori nu stiu daca e bine sa fiu fericit. am impresia ca momentele de asa zisa fericire doar imi distrag atentia de la viata si ma expun suferintelor. oameni buni. ce sunt oamenii buni? ce fac ei? un om care se minte pe el insusi si pe altii este un om bun doar pentru ca nu dezlantuie adevarul care inevitabil va rani? este oare mai bine sa fii orb decat sa vezi? desigur, s-ar putea zice ca cea mai buna e calea de mijloc, ca esti partial orb, sau ca sa fim optimisti, partial vazator... &lt;br /&gt;sunt altfel.. ma frapeaza uneori diferentele intre oameni. nu-i pot pricepe, nu ma pot pricepe ei pe mine. si cand esti mai constient de aceste diferente te detasezi de ei. cand intra in actiune egoismul, instinctul nostru de conservare, cand te eliberezi cu adevarat de ceva, atunci poti rupe legaturiel brusc si cu o surprinzatoare usurinta. partea rationala, rece, calculata....rea. de ce oare cand ma gandesc la ratiune ma gandesc la oameni rai? de ce imi pare ratiunea rea? o ratiune rece lispita de orice sentiment, fara iubire, fara ura..este raul sau pacea? .cuvinte mari :p ..aroganta..da..asta este. nu putem avea ratiune rece, dar putem trai iluzia ei prin aroganta. da..ceilalti vor citi, vor judeca, iar eu stiu asta si pot spune cum vor judeca multi dintre ei. ce te faci insa cand esti surprins?.. nu stiu&lt;br /&gt;mai..ce s-a intamplat? nedand un raspuns care sa-mi satisfaca curiozitatea initiala pot spune: a mai trecut o zi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796374328671610754-1831669577235753182?l=this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/feeds/1831669577235753182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1796374328671610754&amp;postID=1831669577235753182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/1831669577235753182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/1831669577235753182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/2006/11/ce-s-intamplat.html' title='ce s-a intamplat?'/><author><name>seraphimovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901577917698304838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796374328671610754.post-4421455283772601444</id><published>2006-10-31T20:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T21:03:35.174+02:00</updated><title type='text'>kinda bored</title><content type='html'>i'm freakin' bored right now. not much hapening on the forum, my yahoo list is empty, or better said, filled with people that i don't want to talk to.i'm chewing on a tooth pick. lotr soundtrack is playing on winamp... deni isn't on yahoo, but there is gtalk for just such ocasions. i've been bugging her to write a blog and altough she said she has stuff (hey, reea is on :D ) to write about she doesn't feel like it. well, i don't have speciffic rants in mind and i don't want to do another narative post. i'm not the kind of guy that writes down everything he has done. i preffer thoughts and stuff but inspiration doesn't come as often as i would like it to. (pink floyd-see emily play) reea isn't answering just yet.. eh.. thinking of moderating music. hope i'll not regret it:p. there used to be more action on the music subforum but right now it's pretty quiet. let them come and i shall smite them with cartman's bataan :))) respect my authority !!! :p. hey, deni just said she's writing..cool. definetly her post will be superior..tough luck on you reader (how many people do read my blog? hey dudes, if you're reading this please post a commment just to say you've read it if nothing else :p) tomorrow is my day off from uni..hooray..no more getting up at 6 am (man i hate that!!! ) (lotr soundtrack again) . i'm wondering wether to put pictures or not. i've rediscovered the pleasure of reading. finished a book called suffocation by chuck palahniuk (the dude who wrote fight club) and right now i'm asking friends for books. reading sure beats fucking up my eyes in front of the computer :p. the weather outside is chilly (not frightfull :)) ) and i saw on tv that it's allready snowing in some parts of the country and apparenlty it will snow in bucharest too. time to bring out the winter outfit. i don't exactly look forward to freezing my ass off in the morning. told oli i was going to buy her a scarf. in the previous post there's a picture with me, oli and a scarf, you can't miss it. yes, she is also a rapid fan :D. she's moderator on the movie section of the forum. she really knows her arty stuff as in books, movies and even painting.right now i'm debating a word with deni. english is not our mother tongue(obviously :p) and certain words pop a little harder into our minds. i write in english so i can be available to a wider audience, and i can't forget about roger (hi roger!) (talking with reea now :D )..hmm.. think i'll finish this here. can't wait to see what deni wrote :)&lt;br /&gt;until next time have a great life :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796374328671610754-4421455283772601444?l=this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/feeds/4421455283772601444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1796374328671610754&amp;postID=4421455283772601444' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/4421455283772601444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/4421455283772601444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/2006/10/kinda-bored.html' title='kinda bored'/><author><name>seraphimovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901577917698304838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796374328671610754.post-1715290976765436221</id><published>2006-10-18T20:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T13:35:15.626+02:00</updated><title type='text'>mega update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;disclaimer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's not like stuff ceised to happen and i had no material, au contraire, but i just didn't feel like it. do i feel like it now?..well, not much. but picture this: deni with a gun pointed to the yahoo messenger window in which she's talking to me threatening to shoot me if i don't blog soon. well, it didn't quite happen like this but it pretty much seems fair to satisfy her curiosity as long as i keep telling her to blog. and i cannot keep the wolrd away from my creative genius :))))). so here it is, the mega update named so because.....well, because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hello, stranger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this day and age comunication is something different from what it used to be. through the internet you get in contact with all sorts of people from all sorts of places. there's a virtual everything now inluding comunities. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/320/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the last 7 months i've been part of a such comunity named roportal. it's one of the biggest romanian forums with over 30000 members. i am in the top ten posters so you can imagine that i managec to interact with some people. chatting on the internet is strange. what you get is not always what the other person sent. well, a bunch of us from the forum got closer to each other and formed virtual friendships, even families :))))). &lt;br /&gt;just talking on the internet is not enough so we decided to meet. sme of us had &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/1600/259673055_7ee04ff812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/320/259673055_7ee04ff812.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;allready met before and it was fun so there was a favorable precedent. at first, this  meeting started as a small thing but it grew larger as more and more members expressed their wish to come to the meeting. most of them were old users but there were also new ones or people i di't know so well. some people really got involved in this. i mean some of them came from far way to meet with, basicaly, strangers. it was set up for a sunday in a bar owned by a user's brother. &lt;br /&gt;that morning i got up at about ten and a half and just as i was in the bathroom i got a call from puiu. he came to pick me up with his car.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/1600/259989384_a7611bbbec_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/320/259989384_a7611bbbec_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so i got to meet 3 persons from the forum, includin one of my "aunties":). we went for a little shopping and the met with other people coming from out of town by car. meanwhile, another group was waiting in the station for those coming by train. operation roportal had begun. the meeting place was a former football fans pub but not an ordinary fans pub, a rapid fans pub :D my kind of place :D. i was surprised to find out that almost everybody who anounced their arrival came.we were quite a diverse crowd varying from bio-engineers and lawyers to actors and prosecutors. the thing i liked the most is that altough we were many people from different backgrounds no one felt out of place and we each found something to do or talk about. the moments of awkward silence were rare if any. we ate, laughed, drank, took a lot of photos, we had fun. just like the former meeting i atended there was a game on tv. we played against dinamo. very important game. well, i had no sound but i had a chair put in a corner from where i could see the game. i was happy 'cause we had 1-0 at the break. afetr that i kept seeing dinamo score and i knew it was all over :( . gradualy peole left until at about ten the party was over. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/1600/259848792_056f540c7e_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/320/259848792_056f540c7e_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puiu took me in his car but we didn't go straight home, well, not to mine anyway. we firat dropped off arana and shadow in the othewr part of the city then finaly made our way towards were we live. i was pretty tired and a little bit nausios. plus reea kept asking me to come online. i felt bad that i couldn't talk to her. she had left the day before and, of course, i missed her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voyage to the center of the...country&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....i missed her....&lt;br /&gt;and it came to be that not a whole week had passed and i was on my way to see her.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/1600/palatul%20bamfy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/320/palatul%20bamfy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day before i had some boring old classes at the uni and after that i went at my brother's work place to help around and earn some cash :D. i arrived home late and tired. took a shower, loaded music on my mp3 player and got to bed at around 1 am. 4 hours later got up and went to catch the train to cluj. i bought 8 batteries to last for the trip.&lt;br /&gt; "this is not the weay, the way i wanted to be"...anathema is ringing in my ear and i'm waiting at the subway. half an hour later i have my ticket and i'm boarding the train. around me people..i put my headphones on and fade out. i have no trouble sleeping in trains as long as there is a confy seat and with music in my ears even better 'cause all the potential disturbing noises stay away from me. the part up until brasov is very familiar to me so the first 3 hours had nothing new to offer me. just as i fell deeper into a state of sleep killswitch engage came on and woke me up instantly with their blood curdling scream :)))). sadly the first battery died just before brasov. dmn..over 5 hours to go and one battery down. damn this player is starting to become greedy. luckily i brought book (unfinished tales of middle earth and numenor) to buy me some more time. so i alternated music, sleep and reading to pass the time. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/1600/sf%20mihai%20catolica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/320/sf%20mihai%20catolica.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first it wasn't so cold but then it got really chilly and i started shivering. it rained all the way to campia turzii. in brasov i dropped a package for my brother. fish, his favourite :D.&lt;br /&gt;finaly arrived at cluj and got out of the train. the weather was fine, no more rain just some clouds. looked around and..noting. where is she? for a moment i feared that she wasn't there...pfew..she was :D. my beautiful girlfriend was coming towards me. we kissed and hugged and then i took her hand in mine and made our way to the bus station. &lt;br /&gt;she was still renovating the house so everything was upside down:p. met her parents and they turned out to be ok people :), not that i was expecting something else. the first official reason to come to cluj, one that lost its importance pretty quick, was the anti drog rock festival held on the airport grounds. we were planning to go to whre her mother is working and listen from there but it was too far away so it was imposible to hear anything. we weren't going to enter because it was expensive so we stood on the grass near the airports fence. the stage was turned away from us so when the concert began, a few hours behind scedule, we couldn't hear much. we didn't care much about the music anyway, we found more pleasyrable ways to pass the time. finally it got pretty cold, so cold for me that she had to put her arms around me to keep me warm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day we went sightseeing. first we went to what was supposed to be an antiques fair, but there werent too many antiques. next, the art museum. a friend of hers wroks there so we got in free. i saw some very nice paintings and sculptures in there but also some weird ones :p. then we went to the museum of transilvanian history (yeah all you foreign dudes reading this, cluj is in transilvania)  we also visited two catholic churches and climbed on a hill called cetatuia. we were pretty exhausted so we decided to skip the bothanical garden. when we got back at her place we found that everything in her room was wet(!!!)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/1600/casa%20matei%20corvin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/320/casa%20matei%20corvin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; her dad forgot to check one if the fawcetts from the heating instalation so water sprang out when he turned it on. that ment that we had no bed to lay on. in the evening we went to the basketball court and then watched how romania kicked belarus's ass in the qualifyers for the european championship. &lt;br /&gt;sunday came..my last day there. we didn't do much. we got up, ate and then went to the station. i didn't want to leave. i stayed on the platform holding her in my arms up until it was time for the train to go. climbed aboard turned on my music and i was off. i applied pretty much the same recipe: music, sleep, reading. at brasov two foreigners got on the train, a man and a woman. in predeal he got off to take some pictures but the train started moving and he had to run after it :))) it was pretty funny. he managed to get on the train. from that poin on we started talking and it was easier top pass the time. his wife gabe him this trip as a birthday present so he and his colleague traveled through romania and were planning to visit bulgaria before they returned in england. ..bla bla bla..arrived in bucharest twenty minutes late, got home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the aftermath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember the wet room thing? well her computer got wet too so her screeen stopped working. that meant no internet contact for us. we made up for this exchanging tones of daily messages. on the 27th, after three pretty long weeks, i'll be going there again :D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so pretty much this is my mega update and stuff ..seee ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796374328671610754-1715290976765436221?l=this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/feeds/1715290976765436221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1796374328671610754&amp;postID=1715290976765436221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/1715290976765436221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/1715290976765436221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/2006/10/mega-update.html' title='mega update'/><author><name>seraphimovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901577917698304838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796374328671610754.post-1444711646142432159</id><published>2006-09-30T22:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T00:52:09.882+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reea</title><content type='html'>remember this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;as i was climbing the stairs i got an sms from my "wife", but that's a whole other story. maybe i'll blog about it some day&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it seems that "some day" is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;in the beginning there were no words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our paths crossed on roportal and at first i only read some of her posts and that's it. no other interactions. she had a strange behaviour.. she seemed to be very smart but always got into fights with other users and usually she was the one starting everything. she was not shy at all and the language would get offensive pretty quick. so, one day i decided to ignore her on the forum's chat. done, no more words from her. soon, the chat became pretty annoying because whenever she entered i couldn't "see wht she wrote and all the answers directed to her only confused me more. so, after a few tries i managed to unignore her. i guess that was it. we started talking. she proposed :p, as in me thw wife :p but i said that maybe it would be a better idea if she were the wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some time passed and we didn't speak, until one day, someone gave her my id. so it began. at first it was mostly fooling around, pretending we were a married couple and stuff. i discovered a different person from the one on the forum. a person you can begin to actualy like. the forum is just another playground for her. many people don't know who they're dealing with so they fall in her trap. she has quite a number of "victims" :p. and so we went for weeks talking almost every day. it developed into quite a steady thing with webcam sessions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's a fan of luna amara (bitter moon) and they were going to have a concert in bucharest on the 29th of september (last night) so she decided to come. only one problem: where was she going to stay for the night? i wasn't sure if i could but i offered and eventualy got my mother to agree (simpler that i thought it would be)she arrived thursday evening after a 8 and a half long train ride from cluj. poor girl was very tired. it was setttled that she would sleep with me because my brother said that he comes home too tired from work to share the bed. hey, i didn't mind, thanks bro :D. neither did she, she said she didn't want to sleep alone, and we're al grown peole here... well, a gentleman never tells but i can share this secret with you: at one point my lips were numb :D.the next day we were both pretty tired because we didn't get much sleep. she said that it's my fault, but we both know that we're both to "blame" :D. we woke up pretty early but stayed in bed for a couple of hours..(insert whistling). after officialy waking up we went outside. we saw some exhibits about the francophony summit, and some paintings and then went for a walk through cismigiu park. after that took a little walk to the roman square, and since we were there we went to the uni to check if they displayed on the board the new groups for the third year. well, they were still renovating and because Reea was tired we didn't search anymore and went straight home. in the evening we met with some people she new from another forum. crazy dudes. had a tone of laughs with them. luna amara was playing towards the end of the show and we weren't so kean to see the other bands so we decided to leave and come back later. but we were 7 poeple and we couldn't all fit in the car, so 2 guys took a ride in the trunk. whenever we stoped at an intersection we would signal them and they would start screaming and banging. i remember the shocked face of a woman in a bus next to us =)).a lot of stupid and crazy things ahappend that night. we got back to the club but luna amara wasn't on stage so we started having fun our own way: mocking the band on stage and fighting with popcorn. when the band we were all there for took the stage we went in front. the show was kick ass great. unlike when they played at stufstock this show was angrier, more energetic. ofcourse there was some agitation and i was kicked and shouved while protecting Reea from pogo, but as long as she was allright i didn't mind that. after that we went in fire club and danced a while but it was to crowded and full of smoke so we decided to get back home. took a cab and that was it for the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we didn't do very much. we both managed to get some sleep. because the sun was shinning and reea has sensitive skin we didn't go out. instead we wached a movie, bitter moon (not related to the before mentioned band) just like i suspected, she was a good person to see a movie with. we both comented on it, not just me (as it usualy happens :P) took her to the station. after seeing the train i remebered that not anyone can travel first class like i do, and the prospect of her soending almost 9 hours in there didn't make me happy. neither the dubios guys that were inside. we kissed good bye for about 4 times before i actualy left. &lt;br /&gt;she's still in the train. in 2 hours she will arive in cluj. i'm kinda busy and her computer is dismantled because she's renovating her house so i guess i'll talk with her again in a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after comment : it seems my mom wasn't so thrilled. Reea was tired and a little stressed and she usualy doesn't eat too much and not everything. my mom on the other hand tried to be a gracious host but she stressed herself with cooking and stuff. i don't get it, and i didn't approve the fact that she comented about food. ofcourse my parents managed to embaras me with their "cute" remarks. eh.. i guess it's generation gap issue..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796374328671610754-1444711646142432159?l=this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/feeds/1444711646142432159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1796374328671610754&amp;postID=1444711646142432159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/1444711646142432159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/1444711646142432159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/2006/09/reea.html' title='Reea'/><author><name>seraphimovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901577917698304838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796374328671610754.post-1813067021971598184</id><published>2006-09-26T15:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T17:07:07.864+02:00</updated><title type='text'>mom, i'm at the match, i might not return</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/1600/mama%20sunt%20la%20meci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/320/mama%20sunt%20la%20meci.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad, but true. that's a message written by a group of football fans after some incidents between the police and suporters. last wednesday dinamo and steaua, romania's top two teams played their eternal derby in the championship. dinamo won 1-0 with a goal scored in the 92nd minute. there was a debate about the reffereee who had some malicious decisions against steaua. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the reff is not my concern here.some fotball teams in romania have a history of rivalry with each other, dinamo and steaua are rivals since their very beginnings. some dinamo fans threw torches into steaua fans and they got very angry. the police came into play to calm them but they only managed to provoke them even more. the conflict escalated after the game. fans were hunted on the nearby streets and beaten with brutality by the police. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/1600/galerie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/320/galerie1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they even used tear gas from close range and rubber bullets. 37 people were imediately sent to the emergency rooms of two hospitals, including wemen and kids. the vicepresident of steaua was outraged and organised a press conference. everybody jumped, but it seems they forget that this is not the first time such things happen. it is extremely sad but  football had it's share of violent episodes in the past. after almost all the derbyes between steaua, dinamo and rapid fans are either attacked by the ones from the other team or by the police. the police say that they are stopping fans gone amoc but all to often they end up beating innocent bystanders too. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/1600/galerie5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/320/galerie5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the teams rivalry has taken over the stands and away games at certain teams stadiums have a certain degree of danger. i never go to a  match against steaua or dinamo because i live in a neighbourhood that's far from my team's stadium and i don't consider the trip safe being through "enemy teritory". i remember coming back from a game in 1999. we had one against f.c. national with 3-1 and we climbed on the first place and eventually won the title.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/1600/galerie7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/320/galerie7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; anyway, i was in the troley with my brother when at an intersection we met with a group of steaua fans. i had nothing on to identify me as a rapid fan(and my brother is a steaua fan) but there were other poeple who got in a dispute with the group. they were ten times more that we so they attacked. they used pepper spray, destroyed the troley and kicked the ass of every fan they could get their hands on. except some stinging in the throat, nose and eyes from the peper spray i was allright and got away from there as quickly as i could. a friend of mine, who is a dinamo fan, told me about how the local gipsy clans were chasing them with swords on the streets of ploiesti.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/1600/galerie9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/320/galerie9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dnamo and universitatea craiova fans are arch enemies. a few years ago craiova fans were attacked when they arrived in bucharest and almost all their flags were destroyed. this year two craiova fans were stabbed in bucharest, and two steaua fans in timisoara. when rapid played against steaua in the uefa cup increased security measures were taken and nothing happened. after that dinamo played against steaua and their fans clashed on the streets because security wasn't as high as the prevoius games. so i guess the only way to prevent these kind of things from happening is to keep police in the strrets, but also to punish any abuse made by them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like going at matches. i like it even more when the stadium is packed and everybody sings. its magical. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/1600/galerie6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/320/galerie6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;all those flags, the scarfs the banners the coreography, the confetti, the songs. there are many people who feel just like me. i believe that a fans job is to go at the game, cheer for his team and create hell for the other side. by hell i mean creating a feaning roar and boo-ing and whistleing them. violence has nothing to do with sports. the stadium is not the place for family picnics but neither is it for gang fights. it's a place where you go to see the most beautiful game and to create an awesome show in the stands. i don't know about other teams but i can tell you about rapid fans because i go to almost all of the matches played home. sadly, i noticed that most of them hardly sing or mess up the songs but when it comes to making trouble they are the first. the leaders are trying to stop this. they are making plees to keep the cursing to a minimum and to stop causing trouble. some idiots throw lighters in the field and then our stadium gets suspended and no more game for anyone. that happend last year.i was pretty angry because i missed two games because of that. if you do not come to sing, to clap, to help your team then you shouldn't be there at all. there are other places in the stadium where "old people" sit. i'm proud to be a fan to wear my teams scarf. if i come home with a sore throught and extremely tired it's ok because i know i gave everything i got to cheer for my team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we should learn from the english. after all they're the ones who invented huliganism so they have the best ways to keep it at bay. i want to enjoy many more matches from now on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796374328671610754-1813067021971598184?l=this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/feeds/1813067021971598184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1796374328671610754&amp;postID=1813067021971598184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/1813067021971598184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/1813067021971598184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/2006/09/mom-im-at-match-i-might-not-return.html' title='mom, i&apos;m at the match, i might not return'/><author><name>seraphimovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901577917698304838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796374328671610754.post-3302555384924029009</id><published>2006-09-24T22:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T15:36:24.590+02:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday</title><content type='html'>prologue- i hate rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only managed to sleep for about six hours. and it wasn't a very good sleep 'cause it rained all night and it bugged me. my brother got up at about 8 and that was it for my sleep. i hate rain. i hate the dim grey light, the clouds, the annoyng sound. i hate it because of the opportunities i missed because of it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/1600/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/320/rain.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i hate because the streets get flooded and my jeans always get dirty. i hate the chill in the air, that's how i cought this darn cold. stupid autumn rain. stupid autumn. my birthday is in autumn and i guess it's like that so i can at least have one joy in this gloomy season. some people like autumn because they can meditate. well, being alone with my thoughts seems to be a very dangerous sport for me lately, so there you go another reason to hate the rain. as much as i hate waching the rain i hate it even more when i'm outside. and i had to go to the super market to buy some stuff.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/1600/afis%20tiamat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/320/afis%20tiamat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i was tired, ill and i had to wait around so i got bored too. i was nervous that we hadn't planned anything for the coming night. oh yeah, i forgot to mention that it was tiamat concert night. yeah.. well, finally we got our act together and managed  to set up a time and place to meet. with whom? with ana, iulia and some friend of theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feast for eddie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we met as planned. nobody knew for sure where the place was so we got out of the tram and walked a while, but we followed the crowd and everything was honkey dorey :p. at the entrance we received a flyer about some protest concert that will be held in october. it seems that the parliament is about to discuss a law that prohibits any offence brought to religion. it is feared that this will lead to a wave a censorship that will affect books movies, plays and rock concerts.&lt;br /&gt;ilya came a little later but we managed to meet, only to get separated again :p&lt;br /&gt;the concert was held in a sports center, not very big.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/1600/tiamat__06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/320/tiamat__06.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two bands opened for tiamat. first one was kratos. well, they didn't impress me very much. the sound was dreadfull at the first songs and their style growling with chick isn't quite my favourite. the girls at the sinthesizer was cute, and they also had a girl play the flute for a couple of songs. me and my brother went to buy beers.there was a pretty long line, after al it was a rock concert.when we got back the second band was allready on the stage, grimegod. i was surprised to find out they're romanian. i thought that they were foreigners, but both bands were from romania. grimegod was noticeably better that kratos. another style something towards hardcore, better sound, better voice, and a little more action on the stage. i mean the singer jumped around, banged his head..pretty cool. something to look for when i feel like banging my head against the walls :p. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/1600/tiamat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/320/tiamat1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the bathroom and then searched for ilya. as usual i was on another planet and i was searching for her in the wrong place but she saw me and it was ok :D. it was break time. we talked about this and that, past concerts, future concerts. i expressed for the hundreth time my desire to see a maiden concert. it was nice :). and then the lights went down and tiamat took the stage. the crowd imediately started screaming. i took the daring quest of getting back to my seat:p..it wasn't easy but somehow i managed to get through the crowd. &lt;br /&gt;now it was time for the real show. tiamat drove the crowd wild. "it's about time we all stand up and vote for love" shouted the singer.very cool concert, a professional band a very ethusiastic audience. just like in placebo's case i'm not familiar with all their work but they played some of the songs i knew and my favourite "wings of heaven". very active crowd, they clapped their hands shouted and used their lighters during the ballads. when the band came for the encore people were clapping and chanting but they stopped when the singer got to the microphone." no, don't stop. we like it when you do that. we like it very much" ,he said and the crowd imediately cheered. they sang three or four songs including the sleeping beauty, which i like better live, and gaia which was the one that ended the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;epilogue- into the blackness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the concert we rounded up everyone and started walking home. we were planning to walk for as much as we can and then take a taxi cab for the last part of the trip. but it seems that things were not supposed to go as planned. my brother met a friend of his from brasov. she was suposed to meet with a friend in a club, but she had no idea how to get there.so, my brother offered to take her there. of course that meant that i would take her there because my brother doesn't know bucharest as well. i told the girls that we had to escort our friend and asked them if they would manage on their own. they said it was cool so we went on our way towards the club. this was a real test for my orientation skills.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/1600/brandon_s.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/320/brandon_s.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i had to remember certain bits of the road and it took me some time and a couple of misses to finaly get to our destination. we dropped her at the club, walked for a while and then took a cab home. &lt;br /&gt;when i arrived home i turned on my computer to copy some movies my brother brought. knowing that some of my friends are night owls too i started yahoo mess. well, it seems the girls weren't so cool after all. i found an off line message from iulia saying that she is really mad with me because i dissapointed her again, and maybe we shouldn't go anywhere together since i can't be depended on. instant depression, just ad memories. i felt like a black veil fell over me and darkened everything. i really took it bad and all those depressive thoughts that i believed i had left behind came back to haunt me again. at first i apologised and explained that it wasn't my fault, but as my mood got even darker i started writing more and more. i tried to spit out as much as i could but i was tired and lost my line of thoughts. i wrote almost anything that came to mind then ... i was miserable, because i realised that i'm not free. my demons just wait for the right oportunity to strike again. into the blackness i went again..let's hope that i only went to close the door.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796374328671610754-3302555384924029009?l=this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/feeds/3302555384924029009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1796374328671610754&amp;postID=3302555384924029009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/3302555384924029009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/3302555384924029009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/2006/09/yesterday.html' title='yesterday'/><author><name>seraphimovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901577917698304838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796374328671610754.post-5819833822760645950</id><published>2006-09-16T23:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T00:05:57.586+03:00</updated><title type='text'>travka</title><content type='html'>last night i went to see my favourite romanian band, travka, in concert. this has been the fourth time i've seen them live and in two weeks time there will be another concert :D. i went with her, black, and her sister. well, black came later in the club. it was my second time in club utopia. the first time i went there i got stuck in the bathroom, not a very pleasant event :)))). at first there weren't many poeple but it got crowded near the beginnig of the concert. dogma openned for them. never heard of them. they got a chick singer, she's cute, but the sound guy kinda messed with her voice and we kept hearing apologies between songs.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/1600/travka%20utopia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/320/travka%20utopia.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little break and then it's time for what everyone came there for: travka. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flashback- some years ago i was watching alternative nation on mtv tromania. and they had the alternative competition in which bands would perform live and the viewers would pick a winner. the winning band would have a video made by mtv. i have no idea who won but among the bands i noticed one i realy liked. it was called travka. i made a mental note tp remeber this band, but of course i forgot about it :p. a few months i noticed a status on yahoo messenger..something about a dwarf. it was weird. i asked what it is and i got a song: travka-zambetul tau (your smile) hey, i know this..i remember this name. and that's how it started. to this day i can't remember what they played all those years ago but i know i liked it and i know i like them very much right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they changed their intro part. this one was ok but i was waiting for the one i knew because i like it very much. then georhe, the singer took the mike and the concert really began. i was expecting some more songs from the newly released album (actualy, have some doubts they released it, altough there are new tracks...) but they &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/1600/TRAVKA-LANSARE-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/320/TRAVKA-LANSARE-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;enchanted us with their most popular songs. well, i say popular, but i mean popular amongst the fans which aren't that many. on the more faster songs poeple got wild and there was some pogo. unfortunately some dude was overeacting, the singer saw that stopped the concert and told him to get out. of course that guy was imediately evacuated. they took a five minute break and then took the stage again. who-hoo..great songs. sadly, iulia and ana had to leave because iulia wasn't feeling good :(. eh she's ok now, altough she gave me a little scare. so it was only me and black. well, he joined the pogo crowd and i was standing in a corner screaming my lungs out on my favourite songs. it's really nice to see the bands you like perform live in front of you. it's such a great feeling when you recognise a song from the first guitar squicks :p. as usual when they left everybody wanted more, and they delivered an encore, and they were really gone. i'm looking forward to that concert on the 27th in club a :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way back i walked a great deal of the road with black. after we got separated i took a cab home. it wasn't very far from my home and i could have walked but i had an unpleasant happening some time ago and i wasn't going to risk a god night turning into a bad one. i was lucky too. the cabby charged me the normal fee, considering the distance was quite short for bucharest. as i was climbing the stairs i got an sms from my "wife", but that's a whole other story. maybe i'll blog about it some day. &lt;br /&gt;got home, turned on the computer... the usual....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='travka'/><author><name>seraphimovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901577917698304838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796374328671610754.post-7489961523148264095</id><published>2006-09-16T22:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T23:07:24.996+03:00</updated><title type='text'>a fine evening at the stadium</title><content type='html'>here i am again, thursday evening, match day in the uefa cup :D&lt;br /&gt;after we disposed of sk sarajevo, we were playing against nacional madeira from portugal. the name didn't tell me much, but so did our game so i didn't know what to expect. but i was confident that in front of a packed stadium (as packed as it can get, considering that half of it is closed for repairs) rapid has no problem winning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/1600/Sep11%2417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/320/Sep11%2417.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i had allready purchased the ticket monday so i wasn't stressed.i arrived there an hour early to catch a good seat where i usualy stand. i changed my location after i saw gullit. it's not that different being with someone at the stadium. he is pretty active too, not that i care anymore what people around me do, because i sing constantly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fans prepare for the game.two drums are brought right where we stand.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/1600/rapid%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/320/rapid%201.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  the team's song is played on the speakers and everybody holds their scarf up or waves a flag and ofcourse they sing. i love it when the entire stadium sings. te game begins.rapid is atacking at the goal towards us not to the other one as they usualy do. i wonder, is this bad luck? rapid lacks some clarity especialy near the goal so we only get to see some misses in the first minutes. but wait,moldovan, good old number 99 gets the ball  dribles once and shoots to the far corner..GOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLL!!!! everybody is extatic. the goal came well, ten minutes before the break to shatter the adversaries morale. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/1600/rapid%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/320/rapid%202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the break i pop in some music..aahh.. i love my mp3 player. let there be rock :D. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/1600/rapid%205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/320/rapid%205.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second round begins. rapid starts to take control of the game but the portuguese still manage to attack. i noticed they have some black players that are pretty dangerous if left alone. rapid is all over them but they keep missing the target. zicu doesn't score today either (when wil he score? we're getting sick of him)so he gets replaced. maldarasanu get's sent in to the end of the game and everybody screams his name. it's good to have him back after over 150 days of absence . the game is going our way, but no more scoring. the game ends, the team salutes the fans. we're happy but we would have been happier with two or three goals scored. a tough game awaits us sunday with steaua. every game against them&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/1600/rapid%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/320/rapid%203.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is hard but since they crushed dinamo kiev in the champions league their morale is excellent. let's hope that constantin recovers until then. mazilu, the new striker is a very good player, let's hope he can do what zicu and griffiths didn't manage to do.&lt;br /&gt;i got home extremely tired.. but happy that it was a fine evening at the stadium&lt;br /&gt;i'm definitely looking forward to more european games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/1600/rapid%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/320/rapid%204.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796374328671610754-7489961523148264095?l=this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/feeds/7489961523148264095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796374328671610754.post-464512756463689389</id><published>2006-09-15T01:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T01:47:42.943+03:00</updated><title type='text'>night out part...i forgot...check the old blog :p</title><content type='html'>so, the season of the fall begins (lake of tears :D )and the summer break draws to an end. and the clubs start reopening in bucharest. right now it's 1:12 a.m., friday, and ofcourse i didn't change the time settings on the blog :p. anyway, wednesday i went to club a foar an entire night of rocking my brains out :D (wish they would invent smilies for the blog, 'cause i'm too lazy to import them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time i wanted to go with a friend of mine from the uni. and i did, yay for me! deea couldn't make it 'cause her parents wouldn't let her, so basically it was only me and boris (not his real name, just a nick)got in touch with my colleague and he said he would come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went shopping and some stuff, including pizza and chicken drum sticks, yummy. me and my brother ate the pizza's while the chicken was roasting in the oven smothered in red wine, double yummy :P. i heard of some recipes were you replace the wine with bear. wonder how that is? i'm guessing it's delicious so i'll try it one day :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the main story&lt;br /&gt;after eating i saw a movie with sherlock holmes, interesting.&lt;br /&gt;i met with boris and we arrived in club a at about 7:40 p.m. boris has laringites and can't drink anything except plain water so i was waiting for cosmin to show up so i can have a drinking partner. plus, those guys from the bar cheat you out of the change,the customers know this and they buy 2 beers at once. i was the man with the cash 'cause both of them were short. two girls also came but appart from the fact that they were cute there isn't much to be said because they just sat all night looking as bored as possible :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when cosmin arrived i was stunned:p...he has a mustache now.. his former room mates call him "the mexican" =)). hope he shaves it because he looks ridiculous with it. we talked about school, about what i did in vama veche and stuff.at 10 o'clock rockultura started with the usual projection. but this time it wasn't a concert. it was a mix of videos from some bands, didn't recognise any of them. it started off pretty bad with some dreadful black metal bands (bleah). i mean, not only did they sound awfull but they looked hilarious with that stupid black and white make up. i remember one video, it was probably a incredibly low budget one. the camera was filming in a cemetery, some blond guy apeared now and then. a guy fliped us the bird, then the cemetery again. absolutely stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fun part started with bells, that's right bells: metallica-for whom the bell tolls. such an awesome song. cosmin got some beers in to get himself in the mood. i didn't need any, only good songs and i got plenty of those. there was maide, system, sepultura, ac/dc, dream evil, blind guardian, some more maiden, metallica, megadeth..incredible..an awesome start. me and cosmin banged like crazy :D. too bad it didn't continue like that. at one point it started to play a lot of black and death and then i got bored too. luckily i got some late action with alma mater and tari ca muntii :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another night of rocking was over, cosmin left a bit earlier than 5, me and boris went to the tram station as always. i got home, got undressed and collapsed on the bed...it was fun :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796374328671610754-464512756463689389?l=this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796374328671610754.post-5181089670512598977</id><published>2006-09-11T01:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T01:40:44.381+03:00</updated><title type='text'>late night post</title><content type='html'>it's 1:31 a.m..probably this post will show another hour but i'm too darn lazy to change the settings. this is the late night post that comes out of a state of being kind of sick and tired. am not drunk but i drank just enough to spark this ;p, otherwise no blog from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise for the hundreth time that i'm still clinging on to the past. and ofcourse, every now and then the past catches up with me and ruins my mood. all those stupid thoughts in my head, and the way i keep complicating things. it kinda pisses me off. it's all in my head, i know that all to well, but hey, it's in and it's staying there. and the thing i hate the most is that the past can somehow affect the future and i really don't want tu fuckup again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish i could take something, or wake one morning and not remember anything. the worst of it passed, but the tip of the dagger is still there poisoning me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a good time tonight, drank with some friends, ate stake, played cards, had some laughs, i'm able to have fun, my life goes on, but there are moments when the old depression comes back to mind. why? probably 'cause i'm stupid and i uselesly complicate my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just a stupid rant made by a stupid person about a stupid person so it's recomended you don't take it seriously :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be back!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796374328671610754-5181089670512598977?l=this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796374328671610754.post-8612608129086684387</id><published>2006-09-08T18:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T19:36:52.283+03:00</updated><title type='text'>stufstock 2006</title><content type='html'>this post is kind of over due, but better late than never.&lt;br /&gt;exactly one week ago i went to the stufstock festival. now, let's take it from the beginning. stufstock was originally started to help preserve the seaside resort of vama veche, to keep it as untouched by the tourist industry as possible. it was a succes so this year it was the 4th edition of the festival.until now it was free, but i guess after seeing the succes it has the organisers decided to sell tickets..well sort of, they were a paper thingy around your wrist. the cool thing about them is that they are water resistant. you can imagine how stupid it would be not to be able to take a bath in the sea because you want to see the festival &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/1600/Sep08%2410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/320/Sep08%2410.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before the holiday i talked with a friend of mine and we decided that we'll go together to the festival. summer passed and we didn't keep in touch. i was anxious to go to the seaside and decided to go with my brother..tomorrow. but then another friend asked me if i want to go with her to stufstock. i called cosmin but he couldn't make it. finally it was settled that i would go with another person. in the last moment we were three. me, crina and cristina, a friend of deea.(complicated, no? :p )not without some adventures we got on the 17:48 train to mangalia. over 5 hours to mangalia and then a 15 minute trip by mini van to vama veche. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have never been to vama veche and i was really excited to see it because everybody who went there praised it. and it didn't disapoint me at all. because of the chilli weather and the newly introduced tickets to the festival it wasn't as crowded as it had been in the years before. several clubs in bucharest move to vama veche in the summmer, even those that are not as welcomed as the rock ones, like bavaria which erected a huge building that everybody hates. also someone had the "brilliant" idea of organising "liberty parade" there, but they had trouble with the usual groups that comes there formed mainly of rockers. native to vama veche are "la epava" (the shipwreck" and la "pirati" i really like them because thei're plain and simple: three walls, a bar, tables and chairs, boose, and rock :). but unfortunately you can't find the exact same thing in bucharest :(. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/1600/Sep08%2412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/320/Sep08%2412.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after securing tickets and a place to stay we went to the festival wich had allready started at five in the afternoon.the festival was divided into two main stages and spread along 3 days. day one and two were for rock on the marina park stages and folk at the "soni stage" . day three was jazz night in "marina park" we missed nine bands and i feel sorry for blazzaj, e.m.i.l., kumm, and zob. the bands alternated on two stags, when one was singing the next was preparing so there was very few time between two bands. we arrived at subscribe, a hardcore band from hungary which also opened for deftones at their romanian concert. lots of screaming and jumping around, that's what i got from them :p. urma was ok, don't know many songs from them but they're interesting. alternosfera is a band i like and they impressed not only through performance, especially instrumental, but through video projections. and then came o.c.s. meaning omul cu sobolani (the man with rats) almost everybody came there for them. they managed to give a pretty good performance, fans were not disapointed. so ends the first night of the festival, but we stayed up a little more and drank some wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/1600/Sep08%2411.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/320/Sep08%2411.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day two, saturady. in the morning it rained. i could hear the rain pouring outside and i didn't lke that because i wanted to enjoy some sun or maybe a bath. when we got up you couldn't tell it had been rainig just hours before.the only incovenience was the wind that was blowing and chilling everything.after eating something we went on the beach. later on it got warmer and i had my long awaited swim in the sea :D. &lt;br /&gt;the second festival day started at five but while the girls were taking a walk on the beach i went there at about eight to see travka, my favourite romanian band:D i skipped havoc, protest urban, icory, defect and i arrived when grimus was still playing. i was impressed by them. glad i got there early, this way i could stand close to the stage when travka sang. and finally they came.they started with their usual intro (wich i absolutely love) and then came the song travka, one of my faves. they also played songs from their latest album so i didn't sing along to them but they sounded good and we got a little taste of the crowd pleasers. travka doesn't have many fans, altough i think the're great compared to other bands, but at least they are loyal. we all felt bad when they left, but that's life:p. anyway, next week i'll see them in concert again :D. next came magica, some kind of romanian nightwish. we left to go to the folk stage. but there was no room inside and you couldn't hear much outside so we went to drink a beer at"la epava" we got back to see implant pentru refuz finish. they also opened for deftones, so you can pretty much guess what they're singing :p. then came altar a pretty angry band :p. i have a friend who's a fan, it's too bad we wasn't there to trully apreciate the moment. the moment that everyone was waiting for was getting closer. phoenix, the monsters of romanian rock took the stage and drove the crowd wild. i've heard different opinions about their performance but i, as someone who is only vaguely familiar with their songs, got a pretty good impresion. the gods left, enter gandul matei (cat's thought) another band i like a lot. no new albums from them so i got to listen a lot of the songs i like :D. i was beginning to get tired and it was cold outside so they were just the thing to liven up the fans..well, again, few fans but loyal.another band i was waitng forward to seing was luna amara (bitter moon). but i'm sad to say that they were the disapointment of the evening and probably of the festival. everybody wanted to hear their angrier songs, instead they killed us with ballads. when they finally sang a great song their concert was over :(. i don't know how target, the last band, sang because i ,and almost everybody there, left the festival.so ends stufstock for me &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/1600/DSCF0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/320/DSCF0044.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i stayed on the beach with cristina to see the sunrise. we met with some people and hanged out, drank some beer..and when we finally remembered why we were there the sun was allready up :p. we didn't get any sleep at all because we left early for mangalia to take a train back home. &lt;br /&gt;well, that's pretty much it. i had fun and i want to return next year with more people :D ....................................-waiting for the sunrsise-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/1600/DSCF0047.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/320/DSCF0047.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-people are still having fun at eight o'clock in the morning in vama veche-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1796374328671610754-8612608129086684387?l=this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-monster-reloaded.blogspot.com/feeds/8612608129086684387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1796374328671610754&amp;postID=8612608129086684387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/8612608129086684387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1796374328671610754/posts/default/8612608129086684387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today september 4th i found out that steve irwin a.k.a. the crocodile hunter, died of a heart arrest due to a puncture to his heart after being stung by a manta. he leaves behind a wife, two beautiful children and hours upon hours of wildlife footage. he spent all his life surounded by animals and always tried to make others realise how important nature is. he was crazy about those crocs and he even named his daughter bindi after aq crocodile. i enjoyed his shows and liked his joyful spirit, that aussie accent is killer. it's  too bad he had to die but i don't think anyone saw him dying of old age. at least he died doing what he loved the man may have died but his spirit will live on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r.i.p., crikey !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. : this is my first post ever to contain pictures. i wanted it to be about something else but steve deserves this "honour"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/1600/steve%27s%20family.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/320/steve%27s%20family.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one happy family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/1600/steve_irwin150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/1922/219283975667921/320/steve_irwin150.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;say cheese !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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mate!'/><author><name>seraphimovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901577917698304838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796374328671610754.post-230424239408080266</id><published>2006-08-30T02:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T02:47:52.601+03:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>some time passed since my last post (on my old blog, sigh) and stuff has happened, stuff worth mentioning. so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sentimental: still searching. bad times seem far away from me now. she is still there, the one that gives me comfort when i feel bad. on the friends section i'm doing pretty well. just today i went out with two of them and had a very nice time. virtual firends, have those too. and i even met with some of them. it was fun.. won't say no to another meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-social/events/and stuff: i met with people i never saw before, but whom i knew more or less on the internet and went to the placebo concert. it was fun. i allready have tickets for the upcoming tiamat concert in september. this is pretty cool, but i'm really loocking forward to a system of a down and an iron maiden concert. that would really be something to tell my grandkids about.&lt;br /&gt;the football season started. got season tickets even though i thought i wouldn't. second uefa round against fk sarajevo. 2-0, just enough to qualify for the next round. playing against madeira  from portugal . bad start in the league :( . it appears i won't be going alone to the stadium. i hooked up with a colleague of my brother. there's a sence of revolution in the air about my usual hangouts, we'll see. right now i'm torn between going to the seaside with some friends or to the danube delta with my brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proffesional: got a job. but it's temporary and at the moment it's probably done. got payed today. tomorrow off to work for some checkups and if i'm lucky i'll be back the next days to work on something else. al those cv's on the internet did nothing. i just had to come across a former class mate and i got a job :p. some peope are just lucky, i guess. it's good to be one of them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;general stuff : changed the internet provider because the old one wasn't reliable. speed is about the same but dc doesn't work as good as before. got some stupid errors with my messenger. learned some nifty things to do  with all sorts of programs. redecorated my room. it doesn't look at al like it was before. i changed everything including all the furniture. it looks cool:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it seems that's it for now.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='update'/><author><name>seraphimovic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09901577917698304838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1796374328671610754.post-403678671320284902</id><published>2006-08-30T00:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T00:27:59.141+03:00</updated><title type='text'>shoot me again, i ain't dead yet</title><content type='html'>hello....again&lt;br /&gt;these dudes from blogger played around and now i cand modify my first blog. but  that can't stop me and  ta-daaa, here i am with a brand new blog. different template, probably a different feel to it.  be back later with some real blogging :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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