tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56491962011-12-16T15:51:03.930+02:00This no easy read. Got the pics, still working on the dialogs. (This blog is not gay, although the author is.)monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.comBlogger10321100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-42383495044203542002008-01-31T10:47:00.000+02:002008-02-01T09:09:08.666+02:00

at www.monsoux.com

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-21787674680086086242008-01-13T13:35:00.000+02:002008-01-13T13:50:38.166+02:00

It's a line from a movie. In that particular scene the son, probably four, upon receiving the visit of his (potential?) girlfriend dismisses his father. It goes like this:Son: "H and b!"Father: "H and b?"Son: "Hi and bye!"Basically pretty much of what I am doing right here right now. Because my first post here this year is probably also my last (never say never! there now, I've already said it

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-52742303709227209872007-12-29T20:38:00.000+02:002007-12-29T20:42:21.671+02:00

This time last year, in Garmisch-Partenkirchen, I was not having scabies. I was having it at home. Garmin-Partenkirchen was, most probably, scabies free.That was cold.This time last year, in Garmisch-Partenkirchen, I was not getting ready for the New Year's Eve party. Not there, and not in Warsaw either.That was kinda lonely.This time last year, in Garmisch-Partenkirchen, I was not there. I was

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-20976673948208637992007-12-28T00:49:00.000+02:002007-12-29T20:52:00.566+02:00

Now, of that I can drink a bottle! What am I saying? I have been drinking a bottle of that! Cheers!

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-10946162484351014502007-12-27T02:47:00.000+02:002007-12-27T03:08:08.843+02:00

My dog, she is eight, she snores!

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-42986026388178866592007-12-19T20:30:00.000+02:002007-12-19T20:38:19.603+02:00

I am sure you have already been to some place this year where they have unleashed Christmas fury upon thee already. Just in case. Well, this year only, it might be true. Christmas came earlier, like way earlier. For me. There are no presents. Just happiness. Christmas came today. Immediately after midnight, during the first minutes of Wednesday. I have been a good boy, so I fully deserve it.So I

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-70497988425772175752007-12-19T20:10:00.000+02:002007-12-19T20:11:38.443+02:00

I think I'll just be happy, for a change, these days.

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I have to report that at the time I wanted to take the photo to become my Christmas card this year, at around 12:30 tonight, the amazing piece of metal (s)crap was totally plugged off. In other words Europe's largest Christmas tree is a cheap commercial that unlike the other commercials in Bucharest's Union Square goes off line when there is no one left to see, pretty much like Cinderella after

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-6966725779357958872007-12-17T15:52:00.000+02:002007-12-17T15:57:52.454+02:00

Who can tell me what does it mean when you are dreaming you are buying a lot of gold jewelry? For the record, I am a silver/steel jewelry person.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-53865100183726566982007-12-17T10:21:00.000+02:002007-12-17T10:52:59.451+02:00

Children, let's share this weekend's learnt lessons.When he asks for the bill without asking you if you want anything more, the meeting is over. You have been dismissed. When you have done that several times already yourself, it's about time it should happen to you too. So be nice, life has a way of slapping you in the face when you least expect it.Never change reservations because someone asks

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-5407421484753076772007-12-15T15:08:00.000+02:002007-12-15T15:14:24.701+02:00

Cats are good for soul mending and generally keeping company to friends offering shelter in a time of emotional need.More soon. Regards from Antwerp.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-9076033591936666092007-12-14T05:35:00.000+02:002007-12-14T05:39:51.314+02:00

I am leaving. I am leaving for work. I am leaving there for work.And in the back of my mind, the constant buzz. "You're gonna see him, you're gonna see him, you're gonna see him". Constant, subconscious.Jodie Foster came out.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-58176734099404403882007-12-13T09:09:00.000+02:002007-12-13T09:16:26.206+02:00

I shall resign to the fact I cannot possibly accomplish all things. We are not even talking about the general "all things", not even "all things on a deadline", but, as you might have expected, "all things on a deadline for me". Warning: energy level approaching an all time low.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-81298300863466226992007-12-12T02:27:00.000+02:002007-12-12T12:26:50.754+02:00

It's the day when he calls and you can feel relaxed and dizzy at the same time.It's the day when you grab a cheeseburger from the Micky Dee's just so that you don't faint starving while waiting for your order to be picked in Pizza Hut.It's the day we you change one flight reservation for the other and you end up paying half of the initial price.LATER EDITIt's the day when you are roaming to find

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-77168202743567683222007-12-11T12:11:00.000+02:002007-12-11T12:19:03.059+02:00

Dear Time, what am I supposed to do with you?

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-55473692419228277912007-12-10T11:16:00.000+02:002007-12-10T11:20:45.197+02:00

Because they feed your friends. They proofread your books. They want you home for Christmas, even when you plan differently. And the list goes on.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-43684364637257494932007-12-08T08:34:00.000+02:002007-12-08T08:52:30.780+02:00

In Turkey, apparently, I am good for rent boys. That's got me thinking. It's not necessarily happy thoughts about my (coming of) age. So I have mood-switched to "I must look affluent enough to afford a rent boy". Hence, my reply to [Chicken], that's what he said his name was, "I am just another poor boy".

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-84658886757334618612007-12-07T21:12:00.001+02:002007-12-07T23:23:45.471+02:00

Hahaha. Really! I am freshly back from my stroll on Istiklal.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-87172737339605325732007-12-07T15:38:00.001+02:002007-12-07T18:53:15.932+02:00

The darkness was deep, but I have managed to silently and accidentally loose the complete contents of my inbox.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-64121175442599562092007-12-07T15:28:00.000+02:002007-12-07T18:47:54.419+02:00

Slipping on ice can be a near death experience, when you do it with a car, in the mountains of Bulgaria under heavy snowing. Of course, I am actually overreacting. We haven't even scratched the car. We only have done a half spin once, and some other occasional slipping. Nothing came from the opposite direction. God was watching. At the Turkish border... I only remember a traffic light hanging in

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-14684698983268284412007-12-02T17:44:00.000+02:002007-12-02T23:42:52.291+02:00

Ve: "...blabla"me: "By the way, is T there?"Ve: "Yes"me: "Does he know that I am talking to you?"Ve: "Yes"me: "Then give him my regards"Ve: "OK"T, in the background: unintelligibleVe: "He returns them"Fuck, it means he's heard all I have said. And how I have said it. Gonna feel a bit sick now. Life tells there is no use in me hiding. I am so looking forward to the next two years to be over.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-35152457637900478212007-12-02T17:18:00.000+02:002007-12-02T17:33:08.566+02:00

And I dress in a dysfunctional way. My friends tell me I dress from the future. I know I just need the attention. I think it's ironic how one of my friends, everybody suspects he is gay, has recently told me I dress so gay. Gee. Shut'up, gurl!PS I am learning from this gaypornoblog that Hungary is once again one step ahead Romania. Could not be bothered to double check the information.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-54991344420208234522007-12-02T17:06:00.000+02:002007-12-02T17:15:57.496+02:00

Yesterday's chicken was in fact very good. Both then and now. Sometimes I'd rather have cold leftovers from yesterday's doggy bag than to cope with outside world. Mary J Blige on heavy rotation!

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-56239514307839394422007-12-02T17:02:00.000+02:002007-12-02T17:05:54.346+02:00

But I have been short of the following: spree, like in shopping spree, hoops and studs. Both of the later refer to earrings.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-10742377703954708932007-11-30T09:11:00.000+02:002007-11-30T09:18:59.865+02:00

As I remember, Rose was beautiful as she could only be, but she might as well could've sported a fair warning "Thorns included".

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-39340208733391240132007-11-29T23:56:00.000+02:002007-11-30T00:08:36.738+02:00

I am allergic to cats. Stamped and sealed!

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-79399783085465960062007-11-29T11:49:00.000+02:002007-11-29T11:51:31.903+02:00

Today belladonna has messed my plans. I am kinda enjoying this.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-31075210725595969992007-11-28T10:06:00.000+02:002007-11-28T10:10:26.531+02:00

When our failing persists, it is because we don't have the guts to change ourselves.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-47706402624407472312007-11-27T09:28:00.000+02:002007-11-27T09:39:38.726+02:00

Let's start with Mark Ronson, in particular feat. Nikka Costa on the track that gives the name of the album: Here comes the fuzz. Yeah, I was actually looking for the more commercial Stop me. Also for the new album of Annie Lennox.The movie revelations this past week, for me, Stranger than fiction and Motorcycle Diaries. Also the French Film Festival openning last night with Persepolys, a must

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-42275137184017612172007-11-27T09:21:00.000+02:002007-11-27T09:27:14.128+02:00

Without fail, the robot takes over: makes coffee. drinks the coffee. Then the human takes over: he checks his Internet vitals. Then the robot goes to work.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-77337701138608477822007-11-26T09:44:00.000+02:002007-11-26T09:57:47.503+02:00

The end of happiness is another way of dying. The fact that we know about it, doesn't actually bring it. So, keep on walking, viva la resurrection.Dedicated to the ones I love(d)

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-39523020891896390602007-11-23T00:53:00.000+02:002007-11-23T01:43:56.921+02:00

I still find it difficult to forgive you not really appreciating my presents. Also, their reckless and apparently irreversible lending to third persons I didn't really care for.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-31432262770527656072007-11-22T18:07:00.000+02:002007-11-22T20:05:20.259+02:00

That and why we don't get debit for our good deeds? not counting that sometimes we don't even get credit... Economy doesn't rhyme well with me.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-13005620807887760182007-11-21T19:01:00.000+02:002007-11-21T19:31:47.534+02:00

Lately I have this scary reflex to reward myself. OK, spoil myself. Somebody stop me before I become broke again.Today was buying-presents-day for: birthdays, imminent departure and me.May I ask where is the switch off for the things coming my way, workwise? Capacity exceeded. Progress zero.Apparently I will call Mr. Right Mr. Talk To You Tomorrow and it will be a hello, how are you, no

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-82266669941412291542007-11-21T09:18:00.000+02:002007-11-21T09:21:43.275+02:00

If I am not having sex, does it then mean I am only trying their beds?

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-81849192630548481102007-11-20T09:19:00.000+02:002007-11-20T09:23:59.814+02:00

Every morning I have a brief moment when I wonder, just before falling back on tracks.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-71059972850569793332007-11-20T01:44:00.000+02:002007-11-20T14:21:40.301+02:00

If you don't pull your shit together soon, I will move on. I need (your) attention and I am not afraid to use it.I hate that you might be doing good, and that you do it without me.Learning that an eighteen year old has crush on me has made me smile. Learning it from her mother has made me smile politely.I don't write for comments or critics, unless they are good (to me).I got this as a present. I

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-2947283828790432022007-11-16T06:46:00.000+02:002007-11-16T06:51:36.520+02:00

I was going to write something acid about the degree of friendliness. Instead I am opening a new poll.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-29995576408909243642007-11-15T05:49:00.000+02:002007-11-15T05:52:24.190+02:00

Things (don't) happen with(out) a to do list.Off I go to Craiova. It's not even six a.m.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-60478588636970724912007-11-14T01:42:00.000+02:002007-11-14T01:57:34.151+02:00

Someone very close has schizophrenia. I could joke and say they are both fine, but she has never told me.Someone very far has cancer. He told me tonight and I felt so stupid and wordless. Such a shitty timing and relative distance.I do not have a conclusion. "It sucks" is not a conclusion, maybe, hopefully a temporary state.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-7081097590069953652007-11-13T08:57:00.000+02:002007-11-13T09:15:09.513+02:00

Is stigma not setting you apart? Doesn't it make you feel special? Isn't special a good thing?

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-76972539807982764442007-11-12T10:34:00.000+02:002007-11-12T11:56:52.739+02:00

Yeap, I have a voice again, but symptomatology is playing other tricks of choice on me. Not my choice, of course. Those with easy to upset stomach move to the next paragraph now. So, I woke up at ten, coughing my gross coughing for half an hour and wondering which is worse, not being able to talk or feeling like a mucus factory?Rawsheek'uh, the phonetic translation of my car's name, because "

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-82190616058174767632007-11-12T01:09:00.000+02:002007-11-12T10:20:14.329+02:00

"P.S. I fuckin' adore you!""the way you leave yourself in the dark ... aren't you clever ?the way you space things apart ... feels like you died forever."" si blogurile tale sunt interesante""internetul rezista la blogul tau asa ca poate rezista si omenirea""ha ha ha ok, fie! mi-a placut mult scriitura din profilul tau. si curt cobain??? plus"

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-74989024636246047512007-11-10T15:53:00.000+02:002007-11-12T10:18:27.898+02:00

It's never what they say, it's always what we read in their words.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-20855568753096818802007-11-08T22:20:00.000+02:002007-11-08T22:29:37.995+02:00

So, happy posting to me! Voila, I am celebrating the occasion: four years of blogging, 42,000+ hits, which is a lot, taking into account I only have about 20-30 regular visitors per day, stats not running along from the beginning of time. Yeap, it took me a while to understand what is what and when and how.By the way, thank you, thank you. Feel free, dear visitor, to help yourself with some

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monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-79154248093971936032007-11-08T21:12:00.000+02:002007-11-08T21:18:41.476+02:00

... in others.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-46604801308112836412007-11-08T19:48:00.001+02:002007-11-08T21:22:49.151+02:00

The car had stopped so that I could get on. He had leaned a bit to me so I could watch him in the eye. My look had slided and it was like I was watching myself in the mirror, with the familiar sour burns on the skin under the eye. "That looks like mine", I have thought."I have been meaning to call you. Last time I wanted to call you it was already two in the night", he said."Call me. If I don't

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-8912206640366592092007-11-08T18:48:00.000+02:002007-11-08T21:09:08.897+02:00

My F717 is back home. Today is the celebration of technical solutions over mind and matter, as I have managed to finally buy those Canon supplies. I am now able to print my own postcards. The shop is open.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-84498991859440084202007-11-08T18:42:00.000+02:002007-11-08T21:06:37.957+02:00

We were perfect. Then I wanted more. Then you wanted more. And look at us now. Look at me.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-64204973125253353902007-11-08T11:32:00.000+02:002007-11-08T11:34:19.667+02:00

I want to illustrate how the angle can change the story.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-77434974866207304362007-11-08T01:09:00.000+02:002007-11-08T01:13:39.777+02:00

I need something.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-25845764471108711432007-11-07T09:38:00.000+02:002007-11-07T10:02:48.634+02:00

A long time no see feng-shui visit has happened last night. When has it ever happened I was tucked in bed before midnight?Bed sheets need changing more often than the boyfriends, but you definitely have got to change them once you've changed the boyfriend.A*Men is the strongest perfume I have ever used.Alternator belts don't have bolts, but the alternator has.The first cup of coffee makes my day.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-89600213978199466822007-11-06T23:03:00.000+02:002007-11-06T23:11:57.929+02:00

No voice? Cancel Iasi, cancel Galati. Don't wonder how, just do it. The car is OK, one worry less. However your mum is not going to lay it easy on you. The plus: you managed to pay the credit card, and the health subscription. The minus: you are not so hot on cash anymore. Even less after buying the prescription. Tomorrow is test day. Medical tests. My fav! (If you don't know me, I am have that

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-73465354212014686052007-11-06T10:26:00.000+02:002007-11-06T22:59:34.973+02:00

I am voiceless, again. Welcome funny whispering days. Only not funny hahaha.My apartment is a good illustration of my life, all things scattered. A banana peel in bed. If ever I am going to slide on that I am guaranteed to land on a soft spot.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-69602016160401763052007-11-05T08:24:00.001+02:002007-11-05T08:32:58.766+02:00

This morning feels like a crossover between the extras in Resident Evil (one, two and three) and the bomb in Sunshine. The temperatures are expected to drop significantly for this time of the year, and I am expected in Craiova. Under the circumstanes the inventor of coffee can give herself or himself a pat on the back.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-64720799555580763212007-11-05T00:53:00.000+02:002007-11-05T02:39:09.330+02:00

Yeap, the breaking news is true. I have been to Bamboo the other night for first time in my life. For those who are currently raising their eyebrow already recalling my former confession about Kristal... well, guys, I am on rebound, what can I say?I am equal opportunity discriminator. As such, I have always thought straight people don't know how to have fun when you compare it to gay night life,

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-35352747757945388452007-11-05T00:51:00.000+02:002007-11-05T02:36:19.728+02:00

Three times I have been told they like my writing. And I am sucker for messages

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-60424695476975489842007-11-05T00:32:00.001+02:002007-11-05T02:34:16.720+02:00

You know the place is economy when instead of liquid soap the dispenser contains soapy water.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-36456758813132367532007-11-03T11:58:00.000+02:002007-11-03T11:59:43.250+02:00

Somebody call the Guinness Book?

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-32567453931581095952007-11-02T20:44:00.000+02:002007-11-02T20:51:45.500+02:00

I am measuring time in missed issues of monthly glossy magazines. Soon moving to yearly catalogs.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-90434965806988807402007-11-02T11:25:00.001+02:002007-11-02T19:14:12.727+02:00

My life is the same, but I am changing, allowing for the harmless occasional contradiction. I have been visiting the idea of writing about my past love and conquests.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-50336238733724029892007-11-02T11:05:00.000+02:002007-11-02T11:17:42.461+02:00

In a time when our love was young and deep, and despite that I had upset and hurt you then, I have taken you to see a film we both agreed afterwards was good. Now I own the film and you are with someone else.I hate the cold wet leaves, their sparkling yellow from the distance of my window, all the way down. My spirit is not there yet. Wherever there is... I will admit I am not completely to terms

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-83311374703946474602007-11-01T12:50:00.000+02:002007-11-01T12:55:12.623+02:00

 Yesterday I had to cut a lime with a fork. Sometime it feels like I have been doing this all along.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-18126541405345445852007-10-30T19:59:00.000+02:002007-10-31T03:12:10.482+02:00

 H&M, Bershka, Ovlas, Topman, Jack and Jones, Changing Room, Zara, Pygmees, G-Star. Never has the Romanian proverb been more accurate about vinegar and drops.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-18460151983919191042007-10-30T18:45:00.000+02:002007-10-31T02:46:34.855+02:00

 The most important thing I have learned from one of my PR colleagues is to piss in the water of the toilet. It may as well make a louder noise, but at least it won't splatter by far as much. And if you are concerned about what others might think, they already know what you are doing in there, and rather hear it than clean after the job is done.

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 I have just had coffee. Actually, I have had a cappuccino. It made me realize I have always been a sexual person. I have always had sex, even if I was not making love. I have always had sex, even when I was in love. With different persons. And sex is for me probably one addiction I am not willing to quit. I have had a coffee with someone. A coffee, not sex. The sparkle in his eyes, "from the

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-63850216471041638692007-10-30T15:35:00.001+02:002007-10-31T02:24:20.523+02:00

 American dixit "It's perfectly normal to be sad and overwhelmed".Drivers should be fed phosphorus and Xanax, in Romania. This is my euphemism, for not calling them stupid and neurotic to their face. Is then euphemism a lack of courage?

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-61840334816886988592007-10-30T09:23:00.000+02:002007-10-31T02:28:27.557+02:00

 And apologies to the few who have denied me. I never mean to bother anyone. But what to do if the picture was already taken?

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 Reading. That is the advantage of traveling, when your plane is late beyond belief. Like the joke with the cops patrolling in pairs, one for reading and one for writing, I had all my bases covered. Five hours late(r) I had finished reading a book. For the time being bloguette007 was in charge with writing, in flesh, but there was little to write right then. Also, already done writing her piece

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-43283155507655053652007-10-23T09:32:00.000+03:002007-10-23T10:18:03.840+03:00

Yours?

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OK, driving it around, more likely, but yes. And many other things. Even if I think this rainy autumn is a sort of a scourge, I can still open my heart for the beautiful bits of life.Kate Nash on repeat. Made of Bricks. Obviously, she is most definitely not!

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-39779380940412922782007-10-22T00:39:00.000+03:002007-10-22T00:43:25.821+03:00

Where does all that love go? Does love go to love heaven when love dies?

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-58116334010059540902007-10-22T00:22:00.000+03:002007-10-22T00:29:33.260+03:00

To quote lovely bloguette007 as she was expressing herself post-Chemical Brothers, in the killing October rain and wind, while we were unsuccessfully looking for that elusive thing called taxi. Oh, and called so many times!Dearest, how could you accuse me publicly I don't know who Andy Fletcher is?! And yes, I enjoyed him better than the brothers. Music-wise.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-57395572943780210402007-10-19T10:24:00.000+03:002007-10-19T10:32:27.264+03:00

I wanted to write about the morning carnage, apparently the word has to do with driving your car through the city! beautiful light, going against the trend, frustration, diamond earrings, feeling cool, flirting with waitresses, picking up gay boys in straight clubs, and the usual hangover. Instead I'll just say I have actually felt the music last night. I am not impressed with Kristal's flora,

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A very much me picture... (wanted to write about the latest pics with E50, but I have to rant about hot water. Again. In a civilized country they let you know when they cut off running water for whatever reason. It seems like in my block of flats they have taken the bad habit of just doing it. You learn as you go, when you turn on the tap, and instead of running water you get hissing air. A new

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-85378810401299075922007-10-16T09:39:00.000+03:002007-10-16T09:43:59.205+03:00

From the collection of famous quotes , I give you today an oxymoron that is undoubtedly set to make history.After a blow job: "Tell me, do I suck OK?"

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-66358374998652829022007-10-16T09:05:00.000+03:002007-10-16T09:36:19.753+03:00

As it goes I was hosted for the night in the house of a co-worker. You know him, the one you always need but you cannot depend on. He was living in a large apartment, in a French apartment, the one with intricate railings and sunny windows. His pet was a handicapped venomous snake. Maybe venomous is as (in)appropriate as half. It was a dark green knob of a snake with a red thick kissing tongue.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-83501015854794423612007-10-15T00:15:00.000+03:002007-10-15T00:18:49.615+03:00

El Presidente, Come On Now. And 7% beer. Fuck it all. Almost all.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-39515417353774958152007-10-14T19:42:00.000+03:002007-10-14T19:45:40.251+03:00

Maybe just turning my back.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-84981288389435060442007-10-12T11:07:00.000+03:002007-10-12T11:23:26.275+03:00

Or like a flower on the wall. Slept like a stone, after laughing a bit hysterically I admit, but the guys are absolutely OK, which is very much in my book. Depression or lack of thereof could not prevent me from eating (like) a pig. Went to bed at four. My mouth ulcerations are almost gone. So, welcome back, dear milk in my morning coffee. Soundtrack for the day is Marilyn Manson's Eat Me, Drink

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-4572853026910149622007-10-12T03:29:00.000+03:002007-10-31T02:03:43.068+02:00

I suck at saying goodbye. That is a fact. I have been sucking at this for almost one year now. I am not done chewing that yet. Today it was not only the alternator belt that snapped, broke and was fixed en route from Cioranca to Antwerp. It took you four calls to decide there is nothing left to be said. "At ease, soldier! And don't be a stranger..." I probably need more time. And still, the

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-85960307577698930152007-10-11T11:28:00.000+03:002007-10-11T11:30:21.336+03:00

From what? Is time in any way endangered and what exactly it needs be saving from?

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-65044070989342614582007-10-11T11:24:00.000+03:002007-10-11T11:28:49.497+03:00

I mean, traffic is back in town. You know it when ... leave your car at five minute walking (I am a fast paced walker)... some hysterical jack finds the horn while waiting at the traffic light... you find it normal to find yourself stopped in the middle of the crossroad... you called Vava last week and she still has not returned the call.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-75183867037368537432007-10-11T08:29:00.000+03:002007-10-11T09:28:19.295+03:00

I am definitely addicted to love. Being the attention whore that I am, Internet provides me with a fair share of love and affection. Yeap, Internet is thus an addiction in itself. Getting the fix, only makes me scream for more. So, what has lovingly happened over the web to generate the rambling above? Somebody has bought two dot coms for me. The bitch on duty has decided I am a solar kid, and

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-67651458299796071572007-10-09T09:33:00.000+03:002007-10-09T09:50:46.754+03:00

My mouth is one thousand little ulcerations. Playing tag. Had to apologize for that. Scream at the available one. Call to make it right. Cannot make it right. Seat on the brink of depression. Contemplate yearly health evaluation. Road to the airport. Visit to the ER. Muse concert and Feeling Good from Origin of Symmetry. Set the night on fire. Literally, like electric, fire brigade and all. Read

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-39784468048682491242007-10-05T21:12:00.001+03:002007-10-05T21:56:51.115+03:00

"Move over so I can take you into my arms!", Andressa dixit.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-6492442714490694412007-10-05T00:54:00.000+03:002007-10-05T00:58:59.571+03:00

Office slang for "I don't know shit".

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-83653322874873278792007-10-04T11:39:00.000+03:002007-10-04T11:48:46.219+03:00

My diet lately consist exclusively of all things soft. Soup is a life savior, therefore I am hereby nominating it's inventor to the Nobel Prize for Peace.Today is the birthday of two special persons. One I admire, the other one I admire and love. So, Happy Birthday!

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-76475754385836110352007-10-02T10:17:00.000+03:002007-10-02T10:20:19.059+03:00

Reality seems more and more like remembering the future.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-71272139471394804732007-10-01T18:59:00.000+03:002007-10-01T19:25:28.671+03:00

"I've been very diligent today, so how about we do one right now?", he said smilingly. He had jade green eyes, a red beard, and manly smell, hormones and perfume, beyond the chemicals you'd expect anyway in dentist's practice. The moment he drew closer, he had me dreaming already.Half mumble, and half joke he looked and the film, looked at me, and, since I've already consented, placed and me on

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-10411323046440009302007-10-01T08:57:00.000+03:002007-10-01T09:02:16.532+03:00

Happiness taste like sweet or sour cherries. On a steak. In a cake. Inside the juice cardboard. I'd almost forgot it.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-35689923024386068312007-09-30T21:42:00.000+03:002007-09-30T22:04:44.944+03:00

Also almost the time in the night I am about to post it, but no. It just means I am getting closer to the post number 1,OOO.Today about yesterday's feelings. The unbearable rush when you are facing people who are waiting. They are waiting for you, only they don't know it. Waiting for the music to start. The split second stretched to a millennium before the music started. The growing beat, and you

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-2062955562756027032007-09-26T17:40:00.000+03:002007-09-27T09:52:37.343+03:00

Stardom is when you do whatever it is that you do and you get paid more than what people are paying to see whatever it is that you do.That being said, I am definitely a star (not!). The thing is I am going to be dancing on a stage for an audience. As you might already know, I don't usually do this for a living. But it is an experience. It is called 100% Dance, and it happens this Thursday,

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-23210790799653096472007-09-26T16:57:00.000+03:002007-09-27T10:55:52.120+03:00

In retrospect, I always wanted Flipper to be my best friend. I have always had a (secret) fascination with dolphins. I hear they are friendly, playful and sexual, which would explain my choice. Nevertheless, at one point in my life, there was Aldo. You have to understand, I am one of the lucky few. In a time when Lassie was taking over the world, my friend and companion, Aldo, was a collie. A

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-35224417631961503752007-09-26T08:57:00.000+03:002007-09-26T09:48:18.926+03:00

Sometimes I need to scribble my days, like I am loosing an essential little something otherwise. It's a phobia rather than a feeling. So here goes yesterday: laptop wrestling took all day, I need a laptop tamer, late afternoon I have finally succeeded in to install and dial the damn EDGE connection, I swear I need to switch from Windows, borrowed money in a hurry from M and ran home to pay

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-19601561995757964762007-09-25T09:34:00.000+03:002007-09-25T09:45:07.135+03:00

NOT! I hate it when they stop the hot water without prior notice. I cannot bring myself to wash in cold water so here I am boiling it on the stove, like in the Middle Ages, or very close to that time. Yeah, I know they were not really washing in those times, but they were boiling water, weren't they?I also forgot to buy milk for the morning coffee.Everything is so dusty around me, from mounting

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-77474259234665074062007-09-25T01:51:00.000+03:002007-09-25T02:00:59.640+03:00

As I have managed to create somewhat dustfree island in the middle of my dust ridden habitat, and as I am eating peanuts like an elephant, I have reached the final ultimate truth. Dust, like unwanted fat, goes to all those places. A few safe heavens include: the inside of my empty fridge, the contents of one or more beer cans, fresh peanuts and Frank Sinatra.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-67444895437629533282007-09-24T07:58:00.000+03:002007-09-24T08:05:44.557+03:00

Not even Frank Sinatra can warm this cold early morning. Like always, checking my attractiveness against the dating site doesn't usually do much. The master of avoidance becomes the master of vicious circles. He occasionally also makes for the blunderer.Waiting for my landlord, who in turn will be waiting for the workers to mount the soundproof windows. Off I go.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-22929061284524741762007-09-23T19:41:00.000+03:002007-09-23T20:55:44.643+03:00

According to Google Reader, from my 115 subscriptions, over the last 30 days I read 1,003 items, starred 0 items, shared 135 items, and emailed 0 items.

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