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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.

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?

20 minutes to break into my own home…

Weeelll… It’s been a while since I’ve last posted (10 days, geez) and visit count’s showing it. In some way what happenned tonight might be a blessing in disguise to save what’s left of this blog. But it sure didn’t seem like that to me earlier this evening.

I had one of those hectic days. Wake up, go to the palace (see the royal blog for what we were up to), then go to work (yes, the business I’ve gotten my weirdo ass into is getting of the ground and there’ll be an official opening of the store this saturday – more blog material, huzzah!), come home, nibble some food, go to the VIP office to send some important e-mails because my local ISP decided to choke to take out our connection for a walk in the park, then fortune graced me and I went to a pizza with a very lovely friend of mine (went to Pizza Hut – nice atmosphere, crappy menu). I was starting to think this was one good evening when I had the luck to catch the last bus home too (technically it caught me as I was walking home, but hey).

But then I got home…

My memory sucks and my timing blows – perfectly special evening ruined

More crap in my life means new post on the blog. YAY!
This time however it’s gonna be one of those “Don’t do what I did” posts. BOO!

This evening was supposed to be spent in a visit along with some of my VIP colleagues (see this post for details on what VIP is) at the Elisabeta Palace. Though this name may take you all to thoughts of Louvre and Buckingham, just like mostly everything else here in Romania it’s a smaller, dirtier version. At least on the outside. The palace is the Bucharest residence of the Romanian royal family, and it is where we go to talk with one of its members, Prince Radu.

Well, unfortunately today wasn’t my lucky day.

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.