I have moved

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H and B

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 twice).

In other words, for the slower ones in the audience, update you links, feeds, personal web pages.

The same old me will be posting at monsoux.com , my new "house" courtesy of Romer!can. I have no idea how to hang my pictures on the wall, and many other essentials there elude me, however, pretty much like in life, I am inviting you to my ongoing blog-warming party.

Have a (*insert fav adjective here) 2008!

Last year, in Garmisch-Partenkirchen

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 too busy being lonely and miserable, dieting on my last crumbs of a relationship.

That was pathetic.

This time last year, in Garmisch-Partenkirchen, I was not watching Peter Chung's Aeon Flux. I was watching it at home.

That was all of the above.

Surely you can understand why I never want to hear about Garmisch-Partenkirchen again in my life.

(OK, I cheated a little bit on this tag_you_are_it.)

Bordeaux, produce of France

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

We interrupt this broadcast

My dog, she is eight, she snores!

Can you hear them carrols?

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 wish you a Merry Christmas, or whatever celebration's name you're having this winter. And a better 2008.

Uninteresting

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

The monster was sleeping. So lame

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 midnight. Only that Cinderella was nice.

Dream interpreter welcome

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.

Spilt milk never comes back

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 you to. Or whatever your plans for that matter. Do everything by your own measure. Trust your intuition, even if, like me, you are convinced you don't have one. When you are later complaining about the above, you will have to admit to your secret wishful thinking. Wishful thinking is bad.

There are several Belgian beers over 8.5. Every time I had beer it was my goal to try a new kind. I was in Belgium, it was totally possible. After one day and night of almost continuous drinking, yeap, my friends were amazed with my drinking skills! the hangover was fierce.

I can hardly conceive a most dreadful situation than hangover on a plane. Oh, there was the waking up at seven after a one hour sleep, and seeing one's ex boyfriend while not emotionally ready for it. But it was still me in all those situations, too. So let's stick with the hangover situation, at least I knew my way out of this one. And that would be: Ursus especially bottled for Tarom. Tasted like orange fresh juice, following as I said the Belgium varieties, but it did the trick. The current update is: after a fourteen hour sleep I look almost human.

WARNING, sex life confessions ahead. As it turns out, no matter how vengeful, hot, horny, or all of the above, I am not the darkroom type. Yves is one of Brussels' handsome hungs partying in Antwerp. Not the only one with a crush on me, yeap I am still valid on the market, but the only cause for my lips still hurting. In that pleasant reassuring way. We didn't use a condom, but that is also OK because we have not screwed either. Although we both wanted. Reminds me of that student joke.

And now back to life. There is snow in Bucharest.

Cats patching

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.

Living leaving, leaving living

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.