<?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-36491234</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:44:00.450+03:00</updated><title type='text'>ANDR31</title><subtitle type='html'>what you do in this life... matters!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andr31.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36491234/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andr31.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ANDR31</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17259087186455272766</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36491234.post-746117678427460161</id><published>2008-07-17T09:27:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T09:42:17.644+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva la vida!</title><content type='html'>i'm entering this new stage of my life and it can only be accompanied by great music...&lt;br /&gt;i choose this song to be my hymn...&lt;br /&gt;it is supposed to be a song that sings about a fallen king, so a sad song in theory, but to me it gives me strength. it makes me smile proudly of myself when  no one is looking and makes me step confidently on new ground... it makes me run towards the new found land ... i feel like a king on the rise... and this is actually the feeling that the song gives... it's right there in the title:&lt;br /&gt;Long live life!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36491234-746117678427460161?l=andr31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andr31.blogspot.com/feeds/746117678427460161/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36491234&amp;postID=746117678427460161' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36491234/posts/default/746117678427460161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36491234/posts/default/746117678427460161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andr31.blogspot.com/2008/07/viva-la-vida.html' title='Viva la vida!'/><author><name>ANDR31</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17259087186455272766</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-36491234.post-582944499959146976</id><published>2008-07-15T10:22:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T10:32:30.427+03:00</updated><title type='text'>as i was saying</title><content type='html'>what you do in this life, does matter! this is a sentence that has been following me for a long time and always when i heard it it made my guts move around inside of me... and that is because i knew somewhere deep inside that this sentence holds some truth with it and i also knew that i am not treating this life as i should... i was treating it as if we're nothing but a quasar in the infinity of the universe and we don't matter so what's the point of really trying to make the best out of this life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now in front of you, in front of the whole internet i declare NO MORE!... i have changed in the past month like i haven't changed in 26 years of life and it's in the best way possible and i have a most special person to thank for this... i won't say any names, because names wouldn't do justice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore i have even changed the title of my blog and i am no longer imaginary... i now feel i exist and i feel that with this change i will be better in everything i do... but i will let you be the judge of that... for now i won't post any new photos because i am too busy absorbing life with the underestimated duo of eyes and brain, which is far better than any camera!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36491234-582944499959146976?l=andr31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andr31.blogspot.com/feeds/582944499959146976/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36491234&amp;postID=582944499959146976' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36491234/posts/default/582944499959146976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36491234/posts/default/582944499959146976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andr31.blogspot.com/2008/07/as-i-was-saying.html' title='as i was saying'/><author><name>ANDR31</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17259087186455272766</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-36491234.post-4847860611883927525</id><published>2007-12-02T10:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T12:51:05.935+02:00</updated><title type='text'>4 months, 3 weddings and 2 smoking barrels</title><content type='html'>oh dear goood... when will this end? when will we see a good romanian movie? when will we see a pure romanian movie, untouched by the "horrors" of what it means being romanian?&lt;br /&gt;i have not seen this movie of this mungiu... ah and i have never seen occident for that matter either, and i am so happy. i am so happy and proud, proud and happy that i have not seen the master piece of this sad sad man.&lt;br /&gt;You will say to yourself that i am an idiot crticizing this movie without ever bothering to see it. that may be, but i don't give a rat's ass... i think i know what it's about... oh don't tell me... it's about the revolution!?... is it about some mishap during the revolution? nooo.. could this be true? could this be so original?&lt;br /&gt;this movie is the "dansez pentru tine" of the movies. what this guy did with the movie is what our "brilliant" show directors did with "dansez pt tine"... in england it's called "strictly come dancing" or smth... but nooo.. we had to make it better.. we had to throw in a bunch of sick and unhappy people.. we had to make hungry man fight for their food... that's the same what we're doing with movies.. since our directors are a bunch of untalented mfs, since they're all the sons of somebody they are unable to create a beautiful movie, or an interesting one for that matter.. so they're just using the revolution and romania in general to win awards.. that's all there is to it... these movies are made especially to win awards... well excuse me if i don't give a fuck about that and excuse me if i don't want romania to enter that category of countries... i really hope that this one doesn't win the oscar, because it would mean to defeat the queen or the last king of scotland... brilliant movies... and it would be a succes of the low quality people against the tasteful people.&lt;br /&gt;this is the kind of movie that should win cannes.. which it did.. and i am fine with it, since cannes is nothing but an integral polical bullshit... how can you go from awarding pulp fiction to awarding bowling for columbine ?... i know.. because u're french :)&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. bottom line is ... don't go see this movie, you will only encourage the making of worse movies... i want to see project w!!!.. do any of you remember that movie? that movie never got made because of fuck ups like mungiu and porumboiu and radu munteanu. Thank you guys, thank you a lot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36491234-4847860611883927525?l=andr31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andr31.blogspot.com/feeds/4847860611883927525/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36491234&amp;postID=4847860611883927525' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36491234/posts/default/4847860611883927525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36491234/posts/default/4847860611883927525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andr31.blogspot.com/2007/12/4-ani-3-nunti-si-2-focuri-de-artificii.html' title='4 months, 3 weddings and 2 smoking barrels'/><author><name>ANDR31</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17259087186455272766</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-36491234.post-7432964011097183596</id><published>2007-11-17T01:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T01:32:14.603+02:00</updated><title type='text'>self-help from someone else</title><content type='html'>It's true! i know u can't believe it, but it's true. i can improve myself. i don't mean that i actually can, but there is room for improvement. and it's possible that the only way to do it is to compromise and express my feelings in the raw shape in which they're born in my mind. in my mind... in my mind.... and i say "compromise" because my raw thoughts  would hurt a lot of people... they would make some people cry, they would make some of them laugh, and some of them go "hmm"... especially john tickle.... but it would certainly make some of them beat the shit out of me and we wouldn't want to ruin me pretty face now, would we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what should i do? should i say or should I draw?... should i jpeg or should i raw?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this article is based on andrei (not me), a guy, a true story, a stig, an esteemed collegue of a true artist.. and this guy, story, stig says... u could be better: don't use the english in your stories, just spice them up with it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm... considering this as the  first step in improving myself i would have to say no... i love writting in english, because&lt;br /&gt;a: i am no patapievici with romanian words&lt;br /&gt;b: if u're no patapievici with words, my writting in romanian would sound like rudarel singing led zeppelin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deci, in concluzie, i prefer writting in english and spice it up with romanian and i prefer to stay at this level, sounding like a semidoct... a snob above the average... a noblesse oblige lookalike... a masculine lolita pille...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andrei did give me a push to start improving myself, so the next thing i'm gonna do is beeing more honest to me, to you, to all my closest friends... but not to the world... because as we've learned in a previous post, sharing your feelings with the world is a faux pas... but beeing dead honest in a more restricted environment can be refreshing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on this bombshell, it's time to end... (did it make more sense now?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36491234-7432964011097183596?l=andr31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andr31.blogspot.com/feeds/7432964011097183596/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36491234&amp;postID=7432964011097183596' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36491234/posts/default/7432964011097183596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36491234/posts/default/7432964011097183596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andr31.blogspot.com/2007/11/self-help-from-someone-else.html' title='self-help from someone else'/><author><name>ANDR31</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17259087186455272766</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-36491234.post-2696102184245410497</id><published>2007-08-30T12:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T12:55:37.843+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rotterdam on a noisy august day</title><content type='html'>Some would spend hours admiring a rembrandt... others would spend their day laying down on the grass thinking about how blessed they are that they're hippies... me... just show me a beautiful bridge and i'm a happy happy man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vgwI7FlIje0/RtaRLTKbUvI/AAAAAAAAABo/no5_Cj_Ppnk/s1600-h/rotterdam+aug+2007+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104426850979631858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vgwI7FlIje0/RtaRLTKbUvI/AAAAAAAAABo/no5_Cj_Ppnk/s400/rotterdam+aug+2007+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104429131607266098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vgwI7FlIje0/RtaTQDKbUzI/AAAAAAAAACI/OkG3XBaKUsM/s400/rotterdam+aug+2007+207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I stole Rossi's bike and he can't catch me hehe... they sent him directly to jail, do not pass go, do not collect 25 points!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104427615483810562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vgwI7FlIje0/RtaR3zKbUwI/AAAAAAAAABw/XMsT9wkPin8/s400/rotterdam+aug+2007+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nelson Piquet on the Renault F1 car on a roundabout in the center of Rotterdam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104428925448835874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vgwI7FlIje0/RtaTEDKbUyI/AAAAAAAAACA/C7hpV6ZcNEg/s400/rotterdam+aug+2007+177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36491234-2696102184245410497?l=andr31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andr31.blogspot.com/feeds/2696102184245410497/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36491234&amp;postID=2696102184245410497' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36491234.post-7689361513200539012</id><published>2007-07-31T14:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T14:46:02.147+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Today i write about dolphins</title><content type='html'>Today i write about these inspiring creatures who actually do make you feel like there's more to them than making kids laugh... they seem to know more than we do, with that smug smile on their faces, don't they?... even though when you look at them and you say they're so friendly they would never harm you, i can never stop thinking that best thieves never look like thieves.&lt;br /&gt;What if some day they will say: "goodbye and thanks for all the fish" :) whilst they launch an attack on people who bathe in the shallow waters, an attack that would make sharks go "daaamn"... that would be too obvious... but what if one day, while doing a double tulup with a screw they will unveal some major secret on us.. like in the end of "the sixth sense" or like in "matrix"...&lt;br /&gt;to be honest... i really think that's possible, i really think that dolphins can one day make all your history, all your knowledge about mathematics and all your accomplishments become absolete...&lt;br /&gt;a dolphin can make stephen hawking pretty effortlessly look like a horseshoe... which is not far&lt;br /&gt;and on that bombshell it's time to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vgwI7FlIje0/Rq8gRfIsoGI/AAAAAAAAABg/S1lKDd41cq8/s1600-h/iulie+2007+259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vgwI7FlIje0/Rq8gRfIsoGI/AAAAAAAAABg/S1lKDd41cq8/s400/iulie+2007+259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093325188367163490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36491234-7689361513200539012?l=andr31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andr31.blogspot.com/feeds/7689361513200539012/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36491234&amp;postID=7689361513200539012' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36491234/posts/default/7689361513200539012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36491234/posts/default/7689361513200539012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andr31.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-i-write-about-dolphins.html' title='Today i write about dolphins'/><author><name>ANDR31</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17259087186455272766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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smashing pumpkins.. well here they are for you to half understand how awsome they are.. be patient and listen to the entire three parts.&lt;br /&gt;Here it is - "Gossamer"!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36491234-5626646628864375362?l=andr31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andr31.blogspot.com/feeds/5626646628864375362/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36491234&amp;postID=5626646628864375362' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36491234/posts/default/5626646628864375362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36491234/posts/default/5626646628864375362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://youtube.com/v/fTxSSCty7-Q'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36491234-5212043476039178202?l=andr31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andr31.blogspot.com/feeds/5212043476039178202/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36491234&amp;postID=5212043476039178202' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36491234/posts/default/5212043476039178202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36491234/posts/default/5212043476039178202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andr31.blogspot.com/2007/06/greatest-encore-that-ever-lived-part-ii.html' title='The greatest encore that ever lived - part II'/><author><name>ANDR31</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17259087186455272766</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-36491234.post-5540102520032903769</id><published>2007-06-17T19:22:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T19:22:54.733+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The greatest encore that ever lived - part III</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/-jqoXjusMEY' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/-jqoXjusMEY'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Feed&lt;img 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III'/><author><name>ANDR31</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17259087186455272766</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-36491234.post-8230424666701314941</id><published>2007-05-31T09:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T10:18:33.007+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The smashing Smashing pumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vgwI7FlIje0/Rl50FbhiIJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pLoblEqzxyU/s1600-h/IMG_4086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070617867102331026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vgwI7FlIje0/Rl50FbhiIJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pLoblEqzxyU/s320/IMG_4086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a minute ago i had 15 rows written here about the concert, and it was all rubbish.. and you know why, because i am a rubbish writer and as the arctic monkeys singer said between songs... jklasdflkjalk;jjfalskf... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070619035333435554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vgwI7FlIje0/Rl51JbhiIKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/xoC_NvjtY9Q/s400/IMG_4129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;one thing i have to say... the festival lived up to its expectations: good music, rain, feet that hurt, lives that made u forget about the feet... But the smashing pumpkins, well they blew my expectations away, out of the orbit of the earth, past the moons of mars...and bla bla.. here are some pics:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070620087600423106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vgwI7FlIje0/Rl52GrhiIMI/AAAAAAAAABA/V6D4TjmZADk/s400/IMG_4188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070620383953166546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vgwI7FlIje0/Rl52X7hiINI/AAAAAAAAABI/St2sAW2NFZc/s400/IMG_4237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070620577226694882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vgwI7FlIje0/Rl52jLhiIOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/He3cRkzyURM/s400/IMG_4243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36491234-8230424666701314941?l=andr31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andr31.blogspot.com/feeds/8230424666701314941/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36491234&amp;postID=8230424666701314941' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36491234/posts/default/8230424666701314941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36491234/posts/default/8230424666701314941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andr31.blogspot.com/2007/05/smashing-smashing-pumpkins.html' title='The smashing Smashing pumpkins'/><author><name>ANDR31</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17259087186455272766</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/_vgwI7FlIje0/Rl50FbhiIJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/pLoblEqzxyU/s72-c/IMG_4086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36491234.post-6173717806072360538</id><published>2007-03-22T08:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T08:48:57.424+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Queen</title><content type='html'>First i recommand that you go see the movie instead of reading this. This is just a vulgar, rough opinion of mine, the movie is a dignified opinion of true brits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I liked this movie. It was good. But after thinking about it, i was wrong. Because it actually was very good.&lt;br /&gt;It's not neccessarly a movie about Queen Elizabeth II and it's not a movie about Lady Di either. I guess you could call it a movie about how people change, how culture in people is not the same as it was, say 50 or 100 years ago. And i mean that in the bad way.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it's a movie from the point of view of the royal family, but pretty flawless in my opinion. It's in the same time a slap on the press' and on the common people's cheek as it is a small black ball on the royal family's side.&lt;br /&gt;The royal family was most criticised about how they were never open to diane's death and never showed their feelings on this. They explain it by how they grief in silence and not in public. Of course that the grief part might not be entirely true, but it's also true that you're not supposed to do this kind of thing in public, you need to keep your dignity intact in these kind of moments. In the end they caved in to the public's and tabloid's wishes to have a public funeral, a funeral at which all the celebrities were invited. Are you kdding me people? elton john got the best selling song at the funeral and a whole bunch of other freaks were invited there. And you know what's the sad part. I know it's wrong to say this but Diane might have actually liked this. This is what sets her appart from the royal family. The vulgarity of the modern man keeps him from understanding that dignity is a very noble trait of people, which seems to get lost faster and faster these days and i blame the american movies which lure you to say what is it that's on your heart. It's ok for us to put our feelings in a movie for the whole world to see it, it's ok to make millions from the songs from my heart, it's ok to show all the fucking time that you're sad, happy, gay, bi, wifeloving, flowerloving, niggerhating, bushhating, sorry for your sorry ass, they say it's even ok for a man to cry when he's puppy got hit by a bus. No it's not fucking ok, it's vulgar! no i haven't got the wrong word, it's vulgar, stop sharing your silly feelings to the world all the time and start having some dignity for crying out loud!&lt;br /&gt;If you've got nothing to say that's worth a quarter of a shakespearian feeling than shut up!&lt;br /&gt;And that's also where the royal family made a mistake and stopped being royal and also made a bigger mistake, brought the english people to the same level as the others. Because of that i now know that they're only a few true brits left in the world. The royal family actually caved in to the prospect of losing the monarchy and didn't have the guts to go out like true royals.&lt;br /&gt;Now what i wrote here, is not dignifying, but i made this sacrifice for all of you who cried at the end of that august to understand. I felt sorry too then , but i was 15, what was your excuse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: And if the high class americans try to get closer to the royal habbits of the brits, by sucking up to them and giving the Oscar to Helen Mirren, they should try harder. They did in the end gave the oscar to a true american movie, The Departed. So if you tell me that "yes, mozart is pretty good, but we're still going to recognize madonna", i don't really buy it! They should understand these movies are from different categories, and while i had a blast at "The Departed", i silently enjoyed and applauded inside of me "The Queen".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36491234-6173717806072360538?l=andr31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andr31.blogspot.com/feeds/6173717806072360538/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36491234&amp;postID=6173717806072360538' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36491234/posts/default/6173717806072360538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36491234/posts/default/6173717806072360538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andr31.blogspot.com/2007/03/queen.html' title='The Queen'/><author><name>ANDR31</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17259087186455272766</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-36491234.post-5626941288298344883</id><published>2007-01-11T17:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T17:41:23.934+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Microscopical sparks fly around following the fast reel retreat of the fishing rod... orange and grey, all sails are downed... white and blue, the rudder is strongly turned; while she's hit by the first wave, the boat faces a different kind of horizon... black and black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A wind gust tries to fix my hair, the sensation of one miligram of water on my hand, a drop of water falls on the glass of my watch and breaks into five... millions of drops of water wait to fall on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A breath of wind plays with the thorns of a wired fence fallen to the ground, a highway of ants connects two trees, nothing of this can be seen from twenty thousand feet above the ground; from this height... it takes a bit over a minute for me to touch the ground together with billions of raindrops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A colour begins to be distinguished, the reflexion of light on the wave that left in its path a destroyed vessel, the first attempt of a woman to cross the Pacific and the world with one of the most beautiful tales - July 8th 1976&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Five minutes of rain way below expectations, the remains of a twenty year old storm, the last outbreak of the most powerful storm - October 23rd 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I race the rain to the ground, i can't keep up, in front of me billion of raindrops hit the earth simultaneously with the power of ten nuclear bombs. The water swaps places with the cloud dust which has risen above the plain... October 24th 2006, the most powerful storm... in my imagination...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018798034783513234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vgwI7FlIje0/RaZaOM6zKpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5gubIFZn9a8/s320/landing-page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36491234-5626941288298344883?l=andr31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andr31.blogspot.com/feeds/5626941288298344883/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36491234&amp;postID=5626941288298344883' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36491234/posts/default/5626941288298344883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36491234/posts/default/5626941288298344883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andr31.blogspot.com/2007/01/storm.html' title='Storm'/><author><name>ANDR31</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17259087186455272766</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/_vgwI7FlIje0/RaZaOM6zKpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5gubIFZn9a8/s72-c/landing-page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36491234.post-7917163883478233477</id><published>2006-12-08T10:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T10:26:27.707+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Strip down to your soul!</title><content type='html'>I feel like i'm getting old by still liking Vama Veche. Everybody seems to advance along with the times, only I and a bunch of other misfits would seem we can't let go of the past. People my age think so, people your age think so, even my grandma' thinks vama veche are of the past. Only that I think you're all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I think you're the ones that are of the past. Only in the past people moved with the flow, ignoring the fact that what they had at the time was better compared to a seemingly better but false future.&lt;br /&gt;Only in the past people moved from rock to disco, gas engines to diesel engines, weed to ecstasy, Concorde to Airbus A380. Today, in the future, we, people of the next, stick with what is beautiful, what is best.&lt;br /&gt;Back to my first sentence, Vama Veche still strike a cord of my emotianal part, they're still the ones that sing from the heart and actually, if you can believe this, i can't think of any other romanian band that sings about sad things anymore... well at least not the way they do. We should stop caring for a moment about the originality of the future and maybe think how to fuel our future with things that we actually love, and things that make us happy. "We have to go back and wait for our souls to catch up with us" an old movie quote used to say. Well, i think that when it comes to eveything that is artistic it's very utterly true.&lt;br /&gt;Undress yourself of the thick cover which is your stylish way of life, your care of not looking good in front of your friends, the coldness in your eyes towards people you don't know and... show me your soul!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36491234-7917163883478233477?l=andr31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andr31.blogspot.com/feeds/7917163883478233477/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36491234&amp;postID=7917163883478233477' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36491234/posts/default/7917163883478233477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36491234/posts/default/7917163883478233477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andr31.blogspot.com/2006/12/strip-down-to-your-soul_5986.html' title='Strip down to your soul!'/><author><name>ANDR31</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17259087186455272766</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-36491234.post-4912343786256908774</id><published>2006-11-17T09:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T09:25:47.430+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Noblesse Oblige the Departed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On my way to work i listened to the whole new noblesse oblige album "Privilege Entails Responsibility"... i had to, they had a perfect start from the commercial point of view. They are the burgeois rich kid style, semi-cult to cult, doing drugs during the day, then trying to understand the night, hating the petty common people, driving their rav4 on all 6 lanes of the champs elysees, the lolita pille "hell"stupid cunt style, so to sum up, everything i like, everything i wanna be... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4066/4454/320/57458/gun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All they had to do was come up with a decent album and they would've rise up quickly in my likings. They failed miserably, but still, their image is so perfect i will wait for their emancipation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the other hand, "The Departed" is such a 8.75 movie on my 1 to 10 scale. And let me tell you, it's been a while since a movie ranked so high for me. Martin Scorsese never really shook my movie cords, maybe except the aviator and raging bull. I still have a small disappointement that the movie could have been better, close to perfect, if scorsese wouldn't have exagerated things a bit in the end...and maybe a bit in the middle too... he did exactly what nicholson tends to do towards the end of his life, exagerate, make funny faces, too funny faces... there are scenes where he's more a clown than an actor and everybody says at those moments: "god he's so good!"... bullshit... he could be so good if he doesn't pull that stuff... the star of the movie was by far leonardo dicaprio which like scorsese he's reached a close to perfection status, the difference is that scorsese is at the end of his career, while dicaprio is not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Go see the movie in a movietheater! It's well worth it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36491234-4912343786256908774?l=andr31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andr31.blogspot.com/feeds/4912343786256908774/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36491234&amp;postID=4912343786256908774' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36491234/posts/default/4912343786256908774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36491234/posts/default/4912343786256908774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andr31.blogspot.com/2006/11/noblesse-oblige-departed.html' title='Noblesse Oblige the Departed'/><author><name>ANDR31</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17259087186455272766</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36491234.post-116367187293878170</id><published>2006-11-16T11:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:11:12.950+02:00</updated><title type='text'>futureligion</title><content type='html'>i'm sick of commercials starting with "imagine a world where technology..." well fine, i'm doing it...&lt;br /&gt;it is pretty obvious to me that technology and religion cannot coexist. Sure we've all seen nuns dancing to the beat impregnated by the ipod headphones into her prayer friendly eardrums and why not, if not you, i've seen laptops giving the alarm call for morning prayers and simulating the priest in a muslim_prayer.exe file. Sure this cannot go for much longer, and since religion had its turn, u can see where i'm going...&lt;br /&gt;but is this good? where is this future taking us...i believe that technology is moving kind of fast, and even if we didn't get flying cars by year 2000 like spielberg and vernes predicted, we can duplicate people, we can fly two times the speed of sound, we have mobile phones which play music and videos and go on the net and we even have illuminating headphones which light to the beat....... and we're progressing exponantially, we start caring less about reliability and we're more and more concerned about the next step without being sure of the present step. We want more power, more precision, more future, less present.&lt;br /&gt;At this pace things will evolve really fast and we might even get closer to the great answer for "what is our purpose in life?". But i'm afraid we're gonna reach for it like a prisoner is reaching through the bars of its cell to a key three meters further and as we bend the bars through the power of our technology, the lack of reliability might straighten them when we're getting out head first and we might get blown into the past in a thousand million of a second.&lt;br /&gt;So what do i think of this future, where cars will go three times the speed of light but might disintegrate at a "speed hump" and we die? what do i think of a future, where computers could make the earth turn the other way at the glance of F2 key?...&lt;br /&gt;I say BRING IT ON!!!... but quicker, we don't have much left to live and i want to see the end of the world before i die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36491234-116367187293878170?l=andr31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andr31.blogspot.com/feeds/116367187293878170/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36491234&amp;postID=116367187293878170' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36491234/posts/default/116367187293878170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36491234/posts/default/116367187293878170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andr31.blogspot.com/2006/11/futureligion.html' title='futureligion'/><author><name>ANDR31</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17259087186455272766</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-36491234.post-116289851908993889</id><published>2006-11-07T09:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T13:26:58.220+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of Thunder</title><content type='html'>Remember, remember the fifth of november: gunpowder, treason and plot...tons of horsepower, minuscule ride heights and air vents the size of airbus' flights, air vents which according to a good "friend" of mine are ment to suck toddlers in to give a boost to the beasts... but i don't really believe him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4201/4078/320/IMG_1593.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We all loved the guy with the "get out of jail free" card that drove the orange porsche and the couple that got their hands on the merc gt cls with the "accelarate in straight lines only just like my grandma' " driving style and of course the priceless moment when a touareg got lost on the track on his way to the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4201/4078/400/IMG_1748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;But this was just a preview for things to come... next may, the 20th, fia gt will bring its first race to "Bucharest Ring"... how does that sound?... my thoughts exactly...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4201/4078/320/IMG_1575.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36491234-116289851908993889?l=andr31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andr31.blogspot.com/feeds/116289851908993889/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36491234&amp;postID=116289851908993889' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36491234/posts/default/116289851908993889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36491234/posts/default/116289851908993889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andr31.blogspot.com/2006/11/days-of-thunder.html' title='Days of Thunder'/><author><name>ANDR31</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17259087186455272766</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-36491234.post-116161902267280797</id><published>2006-10-23T18:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T19:21:53.106+03:00</updated><title type='text'>eminem vs eminescu vs bucurenci</title><content type='html'>i had beautiful thoughts stacked in my mind;&lt;br /&gt;i had photos i wanted to show the world stacked in my computer;&lt;br /&gt;i even had a bad case of cold stacked in my lungs... but did all these wonderful things make me wanna create a blog? well some of them almost, but the thing that made me create it in the end was anger... anger stacked in my soul.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't wanna give the name of the blithering idiot that made me write this, dragos bucurenci but this guy actually has a thing against Eminescu. I'm not sure why that is, but it's got to do with the fact that he was tortured by eminescu's poetry during highschool and probably got a 9.90 at literature. he can't understand how all his knowledge cannot comprehend the intricate emotions in eminescu's entire work. Well Dragos, "have i got news for you", to quote one of your favourite tv persons, you cannot even fully understand the life and lyrics of vali vijelie, and you dare to think that you fully understand eminescu? Can you imagine that after all of your studies on Eliade, there is a ten times bigger story behind eminescu. can you imagine in what you've got yourself into? can you imagine that therea re people who studied their entire life eminescu and still didn't get to the bottom of his story? can you imagine that there are people who know more than you about eminescu? can you answer any of these question or should cioroianu stand up for you?&lt;br /&gt;and one more thing... eliade is not the most well known abroad... how about.. brancusi... and it's not even about the name.. it's about their work... so if u want to compare... compare one of his works to coanda's jet engine, or nadia's 10 or brancusi's coloana infinitului.. go on.. i'll let you pick whatever work you wish...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Feed&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36491234-116161902267280797?l=andr31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andr31.blogspot.com/feeds/116161902267280797/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36491234&amp;postID=116161902267280797' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36491234/posts/default/116161902267280797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36491234/posts/default/116161902267280797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andr31.blogspot.com/2006/10/eminem-vs-eminescu-vs-bucurenci.html' title='eminem vs eminescu vs bucurenci'/><author><name>ANDR31</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17259087186455272766</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></feed>
