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27 June, 2010

Perle din liceu

Am facut liceul in Uzina II in Brasov. Dl. Vasile Macovei, cel mai stimat si apreciat profesor din scoala, avea un stil aparte, prin care te facea fie sa il super simpatizezi, fie sa nu. Nu cred ca ar fi existat alta alternativa. In clasa a 12-a a fost promovat ca director.

Faceam fizica cu dansul. La una dintre ore, se uita la un coleg ce purta cercel. Se uita atent, oarecum insistent, incearca sa spuna ceva, ezita… apoi intr-un final i se adreseaza:

- Comane, cercelu’ ala al tau spune multe…

- Ce spune, dom’ profesor?

- …creier mic.

- Cum de stiti asta, dom’ profesor?

Si oarecum ne asteptam sa ii dea un raspuns serios, sau sa deschida o dezbatere. Dar in schimb, zambind in barba, abia stapanindu-se sa nu pufneasca in ras, ii raspunde linistit:

- Pai am purtat si io vreo doi ani…

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Alta, si mai tare decat cea anterioara! De data asta protagonistii din “perla” sunt moldovenii. Intr-o atmosfera fff relaxata si funny, profu’ ne facea o descriere detaliata despre cat de lenesi sunt ei, despre cat de alcolisti si inceti la minte sunt + pacostea Romaniei, etc etc. Acestui discurs i-a urmat desigur intrebarea fireasca:

- Cum de stiti asta, dom’ profesor?

Si raspunsul – care efectiv ne-a dat pe spate pe toti – nu a intarziat sa apara:

- …pai sunt din Vaslui!!

Imagineaza-ti rasete pe urma Open-mouthed smile. Ani de liceu, vai!! Ce mi-i dor!

25 April, 2010

…a story in the sunset

Part of the “I FEEL” series, this picture was taken while visiting my parents in July 2009, right after a storm on the Italian beaches. I tried to capture a story, and it was yesterday to have seen it…

23 April, 2010

Quiz

Today I won a little reward for being the first one to answer a sort of quiz @work. In exchange, I came up with one of my own:

 

In a typical Wild West saloon, somewhere in the 1800s, in one late night three cowboys were playing poker at one of the tables. The setting was specific to those times, an oil lamp lit in the corner, other cowboys at the bar making jokes and drinking whisky, old wild-west typical three-legged wooden tables and chairs, the sheriff and his deputy at another table nearby.

 

Suddenly, a breeze of wind extinguishes the lamp that was lit in the corner and the whole saloon goes dark. A gunshot is heard and when the barman lights up the lamp again one of the three cowboys that were playing poker was lying on the ground, shot. The sheriff who was seated nearby comes to investigate. He asks one of the dead cowboy’s friends:

-      What were you doing when your friend was shot?

-      (without hesitation) …the table was moving so I put a match box under one of the legs to prevent it from shaking.

Sheriff seems happy with this answer so he goes to ask the second cowboy:

-      And what about you, what were you doing when your friend was shot?

-      (very much hesitant, avoiding to look the sheriff in the eye) …I was… I was trying to pull an ace out of my sleeve, to win this hand.

After he thinks everything over, the sheriff rises up in front of them and says: “One of the two of you is a liar”. After several seconds, he points his finger to one of the two cowboys and says: “You’ve killed him”.

Question for you is: How did the sheriff find out who’s the killer and trying to hide his crime with a lie?

Whoever gives the first answer correctly gets a reward. The same that I got, actually :D. You can pick it up from my desk


From: ###, Veronika
Sent: Friday, April 23, 2010 11:38 AM
To: ###, Adeline; ###, Damien; ###, Antonin; ###, Giuliano; ###, Fulvia; ###, Anna; ###, Indra; ###, Petra; ###, Monika; ###, Martina; ###, Petr; ###, Daniela; ###, Michaela; ###, Ilyana; ###, Roman; ###, Erika; ###, Cristian; ###, Nsamo; ###, Katerina; ###, Michaela; ###, Hanka
Subject: RE: So tell me?

 

Let me announce the winner!!

 

Cris answered correctly. Congratulations

 

Best regards,

 

Veronika

 


From: ###, Cristian
Sent: Friday, April 23, 2010 11:34 AM
To: ###, Veronika
Subject: RE: So tell me?

 

J)))))))))))

 

Answer is 9 :D

 

It’s a fish! What do fish do? Live in water and do not drown, lol :D

 

Am I too late to respond? :D

 


From: ###, Veronika
Sent: Friday, April 23, 2010 11:30 AM
To: ###, Adeline; ###, Damien; ###, Antonin; ###, Giuliano; ###, Fulvia; ###, Anna; ###, Indra; ###, Petra; ###, Monika; ###, Martina; ###, Petr; ###, Daniela; ###, Michaela; ###, Ilyana; ###, Roman; ###, Erika; ###, Cristian; ###, Nsamo; ###, Katerina; ###, Michaela; ###, Hanka
Subject: FW: So tell me?

 

Who has the answer will get a reward!!!

 

Veronika

 


From: ###, Rizwana
Sent: Thursday, April 22, 2010 7:41 PM
To: ###, Veronika
Cc: ###, Roman
Subject: So tell me?

 

If 9 fish were in a fish bowl 4 fish drown how many r left?

29 September, 2009

Dare to cross the river?

One day, being bored at work, a colleague forwarded me this game as Excel file. I had a lot of trouble solving it, so I challenge you to solve it also. It is a logical game, to begin simply press the blue round button. In order to successfully complete it, you will need to pass all the characters on the other side of the river. But this is not simple. The rules below are simple:

1. Everybody must cross the river.

2. Only 2 people can board the bridge at one time.

3. The mother cannot be with the sons without father's presence.

4. The father cannot be with the daughters without mother's presence.

5. The prisoner cannot be left alone with any member of the family.

6. Only the Police officer and the two parents can drive the bridge.

Click on a person to make that person board the bridge. To cross the river click on one of the red levers.

This game is (was) used as a test for job interviews in Japan. You have 25 minutes to solve this riddle. Top flat!

Stupid, stupid me to return to you.

King of the world

It started at ~ 03:00 last night. At that time, I was in Austria, in Vienna, having fun with some friends, in one's of them home. Everything went fine, until something strange happened. They all left and I had been left alone with the house owner. For some reason, this guy pissed me off, and I decided to leave his house, just like the others did. But... when I was in his yard, I just realized I was holding in both of my hands 2 SMGs, and… I got back into his room, he was on his computer, and I shot him, then I destroyed his computer. After this I left for good, and I got the feeling that he didn't die, and he called his friends, told them about what had happened and sent them to chase me. These guys started to hunt me, and I found salvation at the underground station. But when I got down there, I found them all. The strange thing is that they didn't do any harm to me... and they allowed me to get on the train, to return to some other place. This underground station was dark, so cold, and I could barely see the train which was about to run over me.

I got up in, I found a seat, and in the next moment, She came up, and I could easily read on her face that she was also scared of something. I helped her to calm down, and then we both decided to go to another house there.

We made it to our next location, we settled down... we were together. After a moment a Korean girl showed up, and soon after this I found myself in a dark yard, searching for this Korean girl. I had a shank in my hand, I cannot explain what I was doing with it, until I heard a loud barking...a huge Rottweiler was running to me, barking loud, preparing to attack. When he was close, I stepped back a few steps to prepare my hit on it, and in the next moment another shank appeared in my other hand, so now I had two shanks to defend myself. The dog got scared when he saw me armed, and it lost its courage. I got the chance to hit it only one time, then this big dog ran away yelping.

It was about morning, the light came down into that dark yard... and the Korean girl came down from the balcony where she was sitting in whole this time, watching.

Suddenly I was in Brasov, in my dad's garden. There he and my little brother were working on some mortuary crosses. I got close to them, and I saw their names on the crosses, my mother's name, and my initials. They were working on our mortuary crosses for our graves. GOD...

As I was in Brasov, I wanted to get a kitten for me, as I was supposed to come back in Bucharest in the same day. But there were these three cats in the yard, all of them running, and I couldn't catch the one I wanted. Then the guys who were hunting me in Vienna appeared in there, and surrounded the cats. This time they were not hunting me, but obeying me. I told them to shoot a male cat, the one I didn't want, and at my signal, they did so.

The wounded cat fell down on the ground... I approached him, and I got him in my arms...He was bleeding and he had a heavy breath... and I felt so bad, so sorry... the cat was dying, because I gave the order to these guys to shoot... I felt this little body shivering in my arms, heard his heavy breath, and my fingers on the wounds wouldn't stop the bleeding... God... he was shivering so bad. Everyone around there disappeared and I was alone, with the dying cat in my arms... I started to cry so hard, I wanted I could do something to save this life... he could barely mew, and then he lost the strength to make any sound... the only sound was his breath, weaker and weaker with every moment... shivering all around and continuously bleeding, and my tears dropping in his fur...

Then She appeared again there and saw me crying, holding the cat close to my heart... I told her... "He wasn't guilt of anything, he didn't do anything to deserve this... he does not understand what has just happened to him, but it hurts him... he feels he will die soon, and he asks God... why am I dying for, my God?... and he will give his life because I wanted so... I am the guilty one, he doesn't deserve to die..." - and I couldn't stop crying.

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I woke up. Thank God it was a dream only. I woke up crying for good, the cold tears on my pillow were the ones to wake me. Actually, at the time when I am writing these lines, I feel just like I felt in the dream. And there is nothing I can do. I am worried about the meanings of this dream, I am scared now and I miss Her so bad. I shot a guy. Then I have been attacked by a dog. Then my family members' names on crosses for their graves, and my initials also. Then I had the life of a little being free of guilt, in my hands, and with a word I took it away. Then my crying. I am thinking about another thing... She appeared in my dream two times, just when I needed support... She was there for me.

This night was enough to fuck up everything with me, and I am not doing well at all right now. What should I understand, out of everything? Which was the message that somebody up there wants me to understand? Where have I been last night? These thoughts freak me out completely, I cannot describe what I am feeling now, as I am conscious.

I am scared.

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24 September, 2009

Past, future… is there something missing?

We were here

32 months ago… at that time, I used to love her. Used to love her silently, never spoke my heart to anyone. At the moment I am writing this, the memories of her are still strong. And I miss…

 

“I did love you. I loved you almost since the first moment you revealed yourself to me. I loved you more and more as the days were passing, as much as I was realizing how special and different you were.
Loved you because you were representing the future itself, so full of dreams, plans and hopes. I loved you because you were something I thought I could never become, I loved you for your open mind and spirit… for your pure freedom that I do (can’t afford myself) not have.

Because you were doing so well on your own… but not me. I have been always relating to someone, always wanting something which wasn't up to me to get. Too much hand of fortune in my life, until I reached the point of my self-awakening. I almost forgot about my power to build what I want.


I continuously loved you... loved you until I realized I am just... just exactly as you are. Either I am what I used to call "different and special" when it came about you, either you... you lost that thing which made you so special to me, that thing that made me fall for you. We are simply too much alike, I want you... just... just to surprise me. Do not allow me to get to know you... be my friend, but also be a "stranger".


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Have thought a lot, during the last 2 months about what I just posted. I just wanted to see how sincerely I allow myself to be with myself, and how hard could it be to deal with my actual feelings. It’s hard, almost a burden, to have the feelings. I am Cris. Sincere as much as I could be.
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It will all get its meaning into the right eyes, at the right time…”

15 September, 2009

The Italic Dilemma

Italic

 

 

 

 

 

I’ve always had this dilemma, and haven’t had a good answer so far… Why the italic style, which bends to the right, is called ITALIC? Which is the connection between bending over to the right and Italic? And… is there any connection between italic and Italy?

31 August, 2009

Let me fly, let me fly… I do wanna say Goodbye…

 

...to me, to what I was, to what I am being caught into, for so long...

Angel in expect
Wanted to fly... but I've been held down. When I dared to raise my wings to get away... of you, of myself, there has always been something someone one dragging me down... to suck away my strength to move on... God, how... mortal, could I be??

This is me, the same student of life, the same day-dreamer, who hopes in finding an escape, in a moment of extreme self-criticism.

20 August, 2009

Window Phone Concept: weather forecast in your palm!

While idly browsing the web, I found something totally awesome Idea: a gadget which is called Window Phone, and what’s basically? It’s just a piece of polished transparent glass, able to display the current weather conditions just by blowing onto it. If it is a sunny day Smart icon for sunny day, it will remain a transparent clear glass, behaving like an usual phone. If it rains Rain for instance, it will display water drops. If it is cold, snowy or whatever Umbrella, it will be steamy. It will not get steamy actually Nerd, it will only display it. Scroll down the post to see images.

  BB1 BB2 BB3

NOTE! This is only a concept – don’t go eBaying for it. Don't go eBaying for it! 

 

Source: http://www.tuvie.com/window-phone-blow-your-cell-phone-to-write-a-text-message

08 August, 2009

Not so much a dream

And I was sitting next to this tree. My entire being was filled with light, I had such a joyful peace in my soul, and I was praying. I spoke to Him. There was a continuous stream of joy that I felt, a joy without any natural reason... you know, that kind of feeling that makes your hairs stand?

At a moment, He said to me: "...and what makes you think you're an usual man?" ("...I do not know, perhaps it is the fact that I have lost faith in all that used to keep me going so far? Or maybe it is the people that I've surrounded myself with? Or maybe it is because this particular person that I've got into my life is such a character, and she takes from me even the mere freedom of having a dream of my own?)

Right after He spoke, a woman with her little baby came to this tree without a noise, without me noticing her. I was wondering why He stopped speaking... Why you stopped talking to me?

I've seen the woman and in my crazed mind, I made her go away...

The very next moment, my alarm rang. Yes, I woke up. Was all a dream -- and still puzzled out... what did you want me to see? What were you trying to show me? I'm up now, but... but also down.

06 August, 2009

First post! Hooray?

I wonder how many of you started a blog without knowing what you would be going to write about. I've have the same dillema: what would I be blogging about? What should I write? Should the blog be a part of the life I am living in the real world? Should I perhaps be blogging about the life which I am living inside? Ohh yeah, that would be so much fun to write about! Should I just just make a collection of the random things I've found online and I've stored a great deal of them on my computer also?

No, everybody can easily find that, everywhere on the web. Maybe I should be blogging about what is going on with this world we're living in? I do not know, I really don't. I guess I would just write. And the time will "profilate" me.


"This is the begining of a great friendship" -- Grga Pitic