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A recent discussion with a friend got me into thinking about the city I live in and why I like it here of all places. Despite the horrible dust, traffic jams, noise, garbage, high prices (compared to the rest of the country), shitty people, predominant crime and corruption and most of all horrible heat I still live here and wouldn’t move anywhere else in my country.

Being the maliciously clever person that I think I am, I started to mentally take apart her arguments.

Down to the Halls of the Blind

I can see what you see not.
Visions milky then eyes rot.
When you turn they will be gone
Whispering their hidden song.
Then you see what cannot be:
Shadows move where light should be.
Death is their curse to the sun
To walk the way they had begun.
Out of darkness, out of mind
Cast down to the Halls of the Blind.

I think I mentioned before my utter fear of blindess. Be it physical (I’ve been wearing glasses for a very long time now) or metaphorical, blindess scares the living shit out of me.

Why do we need to love?

I was talking to a friend yesterday. It all started with the well known cliche phrase “It is better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.”

First of all, I’d really like to know – does everyone think so? I mean, especially when you take this phrase in right after having a nasty experience with someone, how in the nine layers of hell could this phrase be of any use? Is it really better to be sad and heartbroken than to have no worry, no trouble, no problems?

While I am not yet sure if it is indeed better (right now I think it’s pretty stupid), I did start asking myself why do we need to love and be loved?

I feel sick…

And it’s not because I didn’t eat, or whatever I ate was bad.

I’ve always prized knowledge. If something interests me, I strive to find out as much as possible about it, up to the teeniest detail if I can. Ignorance is to me like darkness to most people… terrifying (metaphorically speaking). There is a degree worse than this though. It’s when I am unable to aprehend anything about my point of interest, even though it’s right in fucking-front of me. This rarely happens. In fact, there is only one case where it does happen with disturbing regularity. Unfortunately for me that is also my main purpose in life (yay for irony). It’s like a really stupid game where I have to find a red ball among a big batch of balls, all identical in any aspect save their colour, but to make the game interesting I’m almost (99%) blind. Sounds like jolly good fun eh?

What could this be that I’m speaking of, you may ask?

Stop, look up, think… and live

Time has come to update the blog, lest it fall in the dark pits of internet anonimity… And just after getting over 1000 visits, it’d be such a shame.

But I can’t just write here anything that crosses my mind (it’d be too stupid, like most other blogs out there).

Anyway, today as I was hurrying to work I had one of those moments-of-revelation you hear about. I was on the street, power-walking as I usually do when late, when something

I had a dream…

I’ve spent the better part of the morning wondering if I should blog this. I’m still not sure right now, writing in notepad, looking at the clock as I have to leave home again in half an hour.

I had a dream sometime this morning.

Life – [virtual] reality ?

Well, I just saw eXistenZ. Having a history of intensive gaming during general/high-school, it left more spooked than all Saw and Cube movies put together (and then some). Then of course I drifted to something else. Another theory brewing up in my unstable mind.

Some very important posting

title’s a pun derived from my bad, late night, humour. You might understand it once you read the rant…

I’ve been involved for two and a half years now in what is called a Student NGO (Non-Governmental Organization) named VIP (Volunteers for Ideas and Projects). It was a great thing to do, considering how pathetic the classes at my university are (like all universities here in Romania – more on that later). I had the chance to meet a LOT of great people I could hang out with and talk about more than just girls, tech and alcohol. I also learned a lot, about the world around me, about people and about myself. I got to work on some kick-ass projects (my favourite being a summer school we organize) and to meet some people a guy like me could never dream of meeting. Best of all, I got to do all this while working side by side with (more or less) like minded students such as myself.