<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31459972</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:34:33.332+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The one and only...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vasile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06558043798904837828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31459972.post-4796349923629146496</id><published>2007-07-29T11:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T11:57:31.770+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bond style</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M8BxLxf8KD0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M8BxLxf8KD0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31459972-4796349923629146496?l=valentinvasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/feeds/4796349923629146496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31459972&amp;postID=4796349923629146496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/4796349923629146496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/4796349923629146496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/2007/07/bond-style.html' title='Bond style'/><author><name>Vasile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06558043798904837828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31459972.post-5838543023887979797</id><published>2007-06-12T19:32:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T19:32:00.105+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirates ftw! :o</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='290' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/pl/TVPAABV9Rq/aus=false/' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='290' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/pl/TVPAABV9Rq/aus=false/'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31459972-5838543023887979797?l=valentinvasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/feeds/5838543023887979797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31459972&amp;postID=5838543023887979797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/5838543023887979797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/5838543023887979797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/2007/06/pirates-ftw-o.html' title='Pirates ftw! :o'/><author><name>Vasile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06558043798904837828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31459972.post-6718343599455877812</id><published>2007-05-27T15:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T15:36:21.278+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lu's birthday party xD</title><content type='html'>WOAH!!! I went to Lu's birthday party this sat... It was daaamn fun! We were like... beer, tenis, beer, jokes.. and vodka LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w88.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w88.photobucket.com/albums/k190/vosy1984/1180269238.pbw" height="" width=""&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_logo.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31459972-6718343599455877812?l=valentinvasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/feeds/6718343599455877812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31459972&amp;postID=6718343599455877812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/6718343599455877812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/6718343599455877812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/2007/05/lus-birthday-party-xd.html' title='Lu&apos;s birthday party xD'/><author><name>Vasile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06558043798904837828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31459972.post-1622361162563930081</id><published>2007-05-15T00:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T00:45:21.516+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Me, Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;script src="http://personaldna.com/t/?k=xFnyvwgLnxOCBIL-EO-AADDD-f7b9&amp;t=Benevolent+Idealist"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://personaldna.com/h/?k=xFnyvwgLnxOCBIL-EO-AADDD-f7b9&amp;t=Benevolent+Idealist"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;You are an Idealist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;As an IDEALIST, you are distinctive for your integration of confidence, imagination, willingness to explore, and desire for competence over style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;You have a strong capacity to comprehend the inner workings of things, finding new ideas and innovative insights to feed your curious nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;You are quite comfortable in the realm of abstract thought. You don't need a practical solution to every one of life's questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;You are comfortable with the decisions you make in life. You don't need to second-guess yourself, or seek a lot of opinions before you make up your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;You enjoy the routines that you have created in your life, and don't feel the need to shake things up just for the sake of change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;You generally succeed at what you do, and others would describe you as successful.&lt;br /&gt;It is important to you that products be efficient – looking good has to come second to working well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;You aren't the kind of person who needs to collect stylish items in an attempt to create an attractive environment – you know that what matters most is function, not style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;You tend to do things on the spur of the moment, not sticking to a set schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;You have a strong sense of style and value your personal presentation - friends may even seek your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;style advice from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Generally, you believe that you control your life, and that external forces only play a limited role in determining what happens to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;If you want to be different:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;You take time to explore your own thoughts and ideas, but this experience would only be heightened if you opened yourself up even more to others' ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Your faith in yourself and your lifestyle is well-founded, but the occasional foray into the unknown might broaden your perspective and help you see things differently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;You are Benevolent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;You are a great person to interact with—understanding, giving, and trusting—in a word, BENEVOLENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;You don't mind being in social situations, as you feel comfortable enough with people to be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Your caring nature goes beyond a basic concern: you take the time to understand the nuances of people's situations before passing any sort of judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;You're a good listener, and even better at offering advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;You're concerned with others at both an individual and societal level—you sympathize with the plights of troubled groups, and you can care about people you've never met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Considering many different perspectives is something at which you excel, and you appreciate that quality in others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Other people's feelings are important to you, and you're good at mediating disputes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Because of your understanding and patience, you tend to bring out the best in people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;You tend to do things on the spur of the moment, not sticking to a set schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;You have a strong sense of style and value your personal presentation - friends may even seek your style advice from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Generally, you believe that you control your life, and that external forces only play a limited role in determining what happens to you.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be different:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;You spend a lot of time taking care of others, but don't forget to take care of yourself!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you can get overcommitted, and when you sacrifice spending time with those close to you, it can make them feel unimportant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31459972-1622361162563930081?l=valentinvasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/feeds/1622361162563930081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31459972&amp;postID=1622361162563930081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/1622361162563930081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/1622361162563930081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/2007/05/me-me-me.html' title='Me, Me, Me'/><author><name>Vasile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06558043798904837828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31459972.post-3353659893334564683</id><published>2007-02-14T22:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T22:30:29.050+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lisbk_b5Kdw/RdNxFsGAgUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KMCBjM_uRGA/s1600-h/Valentines%20Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031489551252619586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lisbk_b5Kdw/RdNxFsGAgUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KMCBjM_uRGA/s320/Valentines%2520Day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Honestly, I wonder if I am happy for this day or not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31459972-3353659893334564683?l=valentinvasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/feeds/3353659893334564683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31459972&amp;postID=3353659893334564683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/3353659893334564683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/3353659893334564683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines.html' title='Happy Valentines!'/><author><name>Vasile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06558043798904837828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lisbk_b5Kdw/RdNxFsGAgUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KMCBjM_uRGA/s72-c/Valentines%2520Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31459972.post-116993215051935817</id><published>2007-01-27T22:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T23:09:10.536+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy or lazy or just in no mood...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Wah... long time I never logged on bloggspot that I forgot my password... Rechanged and now all working nice and smooth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Since the New Year's Eve I had been busy, lazy or just in no mood to do anything, so I appologise to the readers, coz they will have to read a long post =\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;In the 1st week of the year I had some health problems and I wasn't abble to do my work properly in the pharmacy delivery store, mostly those days were the most horrible days of this year so far... I had fever and had a bad bad flu. The store looked like hell since the guy in charge with the lifting of the heavy stuff and put them in order was sick (me)... No one got mad, they saw I was in pain those 2 days of work and they didn't mind forgetting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Than in the Friday afternoon when I stopped my medicine treatment, since the doc sayed that I am better, I got a surprise phone call...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: Yea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;G: YO! sup man? Come out for a drink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: Huh? *confused*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;G: Cmon... L is comming too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: o.0 What's the occasion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;G: Does it has to be a occasion? What hour you are out from work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: 6 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;G: Ok, wait for more specific instructions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And he hung-up... o.0 wth happen with L that wanna go out for a drink? I called him back when I was out from work and asked for instructions. He sayed to go near the Town Hall at the &lt;em&gt;Time Caffe. &lt;/em&gt;I&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;went there and meet booth G and L already haveing theyr drinks... G sayed that L called him and sayed "Yo! let's go out for a drink!". Than I asked L "are you allright?", he sayed "yea, I just wanna drink with you"... CRAZZYYY in my oppinion... suddenly wanna go out after whole last year never wanted to go out of house... I had an energy vodka and a black beer (I love black beer :P) and they had, dunno, some sort of coctails with alcohool... At about 9 pm G sayed "let's go to &lt;em&gt;Sombreros!&lt;/em&gt;" ... WTH IS WRONG WITH YOU 2? So we went in the mexican bar and sit at a table in the middle of the bar. We asked for 1 meter of tequilla and 3 sombreros hats. They had a tombolla... If you hit 6 6 6 with the dices you get 1 more meter of tequilla... L had 6 6 1 and I had 6 6 5... Close, close... In total we had 1 meter of tequilla each which means 3 meters in total. Guess what? I didn't got drunk at all after all those... damn I am a strong guy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Than the 2nd week I started my leave... Woohoo 9 days of no more medicine, pharmacists and full time of relax... Isn't this nice? NO! They called me 2 days from my leave to fix the things there ARGH... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*phone rings*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: Yea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Boss: Yo, sup? How's youre leave?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: OK... Why did you called me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Boss: Here is the deal... The store looks like hell and we require youre help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Boss: Every employ will come that day to help you fix the look of the store... There are medicine all over the place, the assistants don't find what they are looking for... Basicaly we need youre help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me:...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Boss: Don't worry you will have the 10th free day if you come on saturday morning from 9 am till 1 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: *to myself*-.- *to boss* erm... Ok, I think I could come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Waaahhhh!!! I never realised that I am soo important in the company... They called from the free day all the employers just for me to go there... What can I say, I am more important than my colleagues... Yey for me! It means my work there is apreciated and they all like what I do there :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This week I started work again, and I feel so tired that I dun seem to have any free day... The volume of work is extraordinary high, and all my colleagues are more and more tired of the work we deploy in the store... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31459972-116993215051935817?l=valentinvasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/feeds/116993215051935817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31459972&amp;postID=116993215051935817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/116993215051935817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/116993215051935817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/2007/01/busy-or-lazy-or-just-in-no-mood.html' title='Busy or lazy or just in no mood...'/><author><name>Vasile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06558043798904837828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31459972.post-116756001961427509</id><published>2006-12-31T11:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T12:19:40.060+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy month...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Finaly I got some time to update my blog page, not that I don't have time to do it, just that I always had something else in plans &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The 1st weekend of this month we had x-mas and new year party at the working place. We went to a nice restaurant near the park which was situated on a small island in the middle of the lake... In the summer it is verry nice there, but meh... in the winter is evan more cool, coz the lake is frozen and if the ice is strong enough, can go skate... The party was pretty nice, good food and good music, but the drink... They had only 2 tipes of drink: some cheap whiskey with au not verry nice taste that u prefer to wash dishes in sted of drink and some weird coktail with orange juice, that tipe of drink that u just throw on the table and tell ppl "Enjoy your drinks"...eeeks. Good they server water too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The rest of the month until x-mas I was working 10 hours a day except weekends... &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The weekend before x-mas I was helping mom to do the shoppings and she asked me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mom: Do you wanna go to this shop? *shows the phone shop*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: What for? I know all the prices from the Orange's site... No need to see them live too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mom: Cmon, I have a surprise for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mom: Cmon... Chose 1 phone and tell me which one you like!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: ... Erm... SE k510i has nice options and pretty good price. Isn't it kinda high?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mom: Don't worry son... I have saved Orange Thank You points... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So this is how I got my x-mas present... hehe... Soo happy man... got 1.3 mega pixells camera, TFT screen, 4x digital zoom, can play mp3's... Cool phone in my opinion hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The last days I was sick, I mean realy sick... Got high fever and cough alot... Stupid flue, now I cannot go to the New Year Party with friends, coz I need to stay home in bed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Arghhhhhhhhh! I will kill everyone who stands in my way in co this weekend, beware!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31459972-116756001961427509?l=valentinvasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/feeds/116756001961427509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31459972&amp;postID=116756001961427509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/116756001961427509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/116756001961427509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/2006/12/crazy-month.html' title='Crazy month...'/><author><name>Vasile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06558043798904837828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31459972.post-116457223591301381</id><published>2006-11-26T21:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T22:17:15.926+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry, anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This weekens it is my 1st time when I cooked dinner... Never made it before, just this sat... I am not talking about some french fries and some buyed already cooked meat... I talk about full dinner (except desert that I had buyed the day before from the corner coffee shop lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Told mom what to buy and gaved her the money to do the shopping... I made the list that contained: green beans, chicken, pork meat and some condiments special for every type of food. She gaved them to me friday evening and I store them in the fridge until next day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Saturday I woked up at abour 9:30 am, did some cleaning in the kitchen so I can do my work properly, than started to set the things to boil... 1st I took the pork meat and chicken and put them in diffrent bouls to boil about 3 hours, coz I like it well cooked (mom sayed 2.5 hours should be enough, but I wanted to be well cooked man...). After the meat was as I wanted to be, I prepared the green beans, and the condiments... uhh... smells soo tempty, but cannot taste coz it is hot... than I mix all together in the pot and let them under small fire 15-20 mins. Meanwhile the soup was boiling slow, I prepared the rice and the condiments that were needed for the chicken and when the rice was ready (needs 8 mins from when the water starts to boil) I put it to dry from water. After the rice was ready I put it over the chicken and the condiments and also let it to small fire few mins, to be just the way it needs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When I finished was already 6:00 pm so I got 2 plates, 1 for soup and 1 for rice, and let them to cool a lil since they were hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yum... yum.... yum... Taste soo good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It was just the way it was suppose to be... So, if any lady comes to my place to a romantic dinner, I am sure she will be pleased of my cooking skills, evan if I am only a non-skilled chief hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31459972-116457223591301381?l=valentinvasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/feeds/116457223591301381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31459972&amp;postID=116457223591301381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/116457223591301381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/116457223591301381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/2006/11/hungry-anyone.html' title='Hungry, anyone?'/><author><name>Vasile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06558043798904837828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31459972.post-116267161061502065</id><published>2006-11-04T22:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T22:20:10.626+02:00</updated><title type='text'>At home... in a warm place</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Winter arrived, which means from now on I need to take an extra sweater and take care when I get out... The last days were cold... around 2-3 degrees outside... brrrrr cold! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Tonight I will spend it in front of the computer, drinking hot tea and enjoying some music... Anyone got an invitation for me to go out? I will probably say no to about 99 % of the invitations... 1 % is reserved for a special invitation, that I doubt will happen... It is just too cold to go out *sniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31459972-116267161061502065?l=valentinvasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/feeds/116267161061502065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31459972&amp;postID=116267161061502065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/116267161061502065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/116267161061502065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/2006/11/at-home-in-warm-place.html' title='At home... in a warm place'/><author><name>Vasile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06558043798904837828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31459972.post-116241151258739024</id><published>2006-11-01T21:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:05:12.596+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Confirmed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sorry for the lack of updates, but I have been busy big time the last days... Lately I started to stay over scedule at work... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Last week, on friday, the manager boss (director of sales over the Cluj - city where I live, and the neighboor areas around the district) called my direct boss in his office... They talked about what happens in the store... and about the mistakes that are done the last weeks... Part of the assistants lose time with other things than theyr atributtes, the other pharmacist don't do his job properly and I do someones else job... LOL imagine the manager boss telling that about me... Nice of him to confirm what I wrote lower in other post blog, evan if he barely comes downstairs to check what happens there every day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Going to bed soon... Tomorow expects me hard work all over again -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31459972-116241151258739024?l=valentinvasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/feeds/116241151258739024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31459972&amp;postID=116241151258739024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/116241151258739024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/116241151258739024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/2006/11/confirmed.html' title='Confirmed...'/><author><name>Vasile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06558043798904837828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31459972.post-116146359450733735</id><published>2006-10-21T23:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T23:46:34.520+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts and questions that need answears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I made a small investigation and it turned out to be... erm.. something that I don't quite enjoy... Why do ppl hide the truth? Why do ppl always say something, than take it out off the mouth, like they didn't wanted to say it, and they drop it into a small box, close it, lose the key and pretend nothing happened?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Telling truth in front of me is the main reason why I &lt;em&gt;Respect&lt;/em&gt; the person who does... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I am also that kind of man who can forgive fast, but only if the person realy means those words... So if someone betrayes me by simply hideing the truth, the simple way to fix it is to call me in private and tell where did they lied... I am not asking for mercy, like going down the knees with tears in eyes and crossed hands... NO... All I want is to know the truth and ppl to be honest, especialy when strong feelings are related to the &lt;em&gt;lie&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31459972-116146359450733735?l=valentinvasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/feeds/116146359450733735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31459972&amp;postID=116146359450733735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/116146359450733735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/116146359450733735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/2006/10/thoughts-and-questions-that-need.html' title='Thoughts and questions that need answears'/><author><name>Vasile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06558043798904837828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31459972.post-116076804778262233</id><published>2006-10-13T22:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T22:34:07.796+03:00</updated><title type='text'>House status...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The base floor - 95% completed (need parquet, bathroom to be finished and kitchen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The top floor - 90% completed (the walls between rooms need to be completed, the door and the window that leads to balcony needs to be set in place and the roof windows need to be set in theyr place also)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The roof will be 100% completed tomorow hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The last weekend we were resting after lunch and my dad and the worker, that helps us to finish house, were haveing a chat... I went to the top floor and searched for a big piece of wood to lie down  a little bit... Because I was kinda tired, I fall asleep, lol... Took my 1st nap in my own house... and after only 1 hour I feeled fresh and we could start working again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;About me... I continue the medication 1 more week as the doctor prescribed, and I hope the result will come positive... Deep down in my soul I feel a lil hurt and the reason is a little confusing maybe... If someone would ask me 6 months ago, what are my plans for the future, I would answear that I wanna be near her for the rest if my life... Now that our relationship is not the same... I am not sure what I would say to that question...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31459972-116076804778262233?l=valentinvasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/feeds/116076804778262233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31459972&amp;postID=116076804778262233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/116076804778262233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/116076804778262233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/2006/10/house-status.html' title='House status...'/><author><name>Vasile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06558043798904837828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31459972.post-115921017139717947</id><published>2006-09-25T21:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T21:50:09.563+03:00</updated><title type='text'>No more pirats...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Went to control today, after I finish working day... But not at same medic, coz I got the feeling I didn't lose the pirate cover too soon... Went to another clinic, where I had to pay, but it is ok now... The doc sayed to continue the medication, that the old doc prescribed to me, 2 more days, and than all will be ok... Hehe, I am glad I no longer have to turn all my head just to check what is going on on my left side... It was hard and I hated the bandage... So, now all is fine hehe! Pirats are gone to the Caraibean Sea... To search some treasure... I will stay around here some time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31459972-115921017139717947?l=valentinvasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/feeds/115921017139717947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31459972&amp;postID=115921017139717947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/115921017139717947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/115921017139717947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-more-pirats.html' title='No more pirats...'/><author><name>Vasile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06558043798904837828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31459972.post-115904222725680853</id><published>2006-09-23T22:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T19:29:06.213+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I got pirate eye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I was working at my house's roof and we (me, my dad and the workers) needed to take some chops there... the wind was blowing kinda hard... My dad was using the cutting machine to adjust the size of some big piece of wood... and dunno what happened coz suddenly I felt something closing to my face... Next thing I was doing was blinking eyes trying to get the thing off... than I went to wash my face and my eye... but still didn't commed out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 1 hour in pain I went to the doctor at emergency... The assistant took my data and told me to sit on a chair... thing that I did with no other questions... than she start to put alot of sort of solutions... some were iritating some not... In the end she used a piece of soft material and cleaned my left eye... than nothing... I was happy all is ok... But acctualy it wasn't... The doctor arrived to see what happened with me and the assistant told her all. The doc checked on me and told the assistant to put 1 more solution, didn't catch it's name, and than use something to cover the eye... A pirate cover for eye... After the assistant applyed the solution, I couldn't open my eye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: Why I cannot open my eye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Assistant: You don't need to, I will cover it and you need to leave it that way until tomorow morning between 8-10 am when you will need to come for a check!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: Oic... ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And she covered it, than passed me the medicine paper and went outside... As I was passing by a window that was reflecting I begun to laugh... My sis that helped me go to emergency asked if I am ok... I sayed "LOL, I look like a pirate, muhahahaha!". After I buyed the medicine, the pharmacist told me to use a solution twice a day and the other solution 5 times a day, evan night... Need to setup the clock to wake me up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is soo weird... It is hard to see only with 1 eye, coz I cannot apreciate the distance between me and object and I keep on dropping things or knock of something... Need to be carefull -.x" hahaha evan made a face with pirate eye.... lame me lol, I could be blind if I didn't went to emergency... But, accidents happen every day... Hope wont happen again soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31459972-115904222725680853?l=valentinvasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/feeds/115904222725680853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31459972&amp;postID=115904222725680853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/115904222725680853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/115904222725680853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-got-pirate-eye.html' title='I got pirate eye...'/><author><name>Vasile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06558043798904837828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31459972.post-115877565001869162</id><published>2006-09-20T20:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T21:08:23.596+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I am doing someones else job...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;As I undserstand pretty fast what are my atributes and what I am in charge at work, I reached the normal level when I can do what I want in the pharmacy delivery store... So at about 10-11 am, after only 2-3 hours of work I usualy am done... Than the chief pharmacist comes around, see everything is ok, and all at theyr place... and starts to give me new atributes, things that a worker like me is not in charge to do it... I need to take a list of medicine that needs to be prepared for diffrent pharmacy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point no.1 cough syrop, with specific name, 250ml - 3 bottles, point no.2 discount of that syrop, 1 bottle; point 3 sleeping pills, with specific name, 10 pieces... and so on, depends on the offer of the day and what are the needs that pharmacy has... put that all on the table, so qualifyed ppl control the last time that the pharmacy will have the right medicine... Than take another list for another pharmacy and select diffrent medicine from the shelves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I will do mistakes meanwhile... it is my fault... Now this is hilarous... I never had anything to do with medicines my whole life, I work in a pharmacy delivery store for 1.5 months... and IT IS MY FAULT IF I PUT WRONG MEDICINE?... arrrr... Yea, I agree, I need to know where to put some of the medicine, in case someone asks me... but it is not my job to know the right concentration, of dunno what shit, a medicine has -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31459972-115877565001869162?l=valentinvasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/feeds/115877565001869162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31459972&amp;postID=115877565001869162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/115877565001869162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/115877565001869162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-think-i-am-doing-someones-else-job.html' title='I think I am doing someones else job...'/><author><name>Vasile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06558043798904837828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31459972.post-115852099671199924</id><published>2006-09-17T21:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T22:27:48.666+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Money makes the world go round...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1st I wanna appologise to the readers... didn't had much time lately to write... I enter that kind of period when I need to wake-up, wash, eat, go to work, come back to home, chat a while with friends, go to sleep and in the morning do it all over again... I never thinked I will gonna say this... but, sucks to have an one way line life... Kind of life that you only need to watch forward, no peek on the left or right, no fun or stuff like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;At the store, the place where I work, are only 1 kind of people... Those kind of people that studyed alot in the coledge (can call them geeks too) and coz they learned alot about drugs, medicine and things like that, they kinda forgot to have fun. In the monday, wendsday and friday the truck with medicine comes to suply the store, so I have to unload it using the machine I got there. I am usualy busy until 11-12 in the morning... but tuesday and thursday is crazy... mainly doing only little things and time passes soo slow... I call those days the borring days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This month I got the 1st paycheck at the place where I am working... a little bit more that I calculated, but I think it is coz I learned fast what are my atributes and what I need to do. Hehe, I am good at learning things fast. As soon as I got the paycheck, the next day I went to the bank and at the phone dealer to pay what I had to pay (bill and bank rate), payed some medicine (I had something at the left eye, now all fine) and this is it... left about 20 pc of the paycheck for me... HIAZ... That's just soo sad... 1 day see the pocket full, next day I catch spiders with it... money nowadays travel way too fast...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I was also thinking at a way to make money faster and also not easyer... I was thinking to go outborders to work 8-10 months. I only saw some posts in the newspapper that sayed that ppl that go and work outside borders bring about few milion euros every year. Those money are for personal use only, and the Romanian Gouvernment cannot ask a single penny from you... That is nice... Dunno, the thing is that I am still thinking few months if I should go outside borders to work, come back with the pocket full of money, finish my house (buy furniture, paint and stuff like that) and finish the colledge... Dunno, still thinking at it, coz I am a strong man, I could handle 8 to 10 months of hard work at a construction site anywhere outthere in any country that payes well the workers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Last weekend was a little weird for me... Had a conversation with Miss H. and I remained shock at what we had spoken. She only told me the real truth... and truth hurts sometimes especialy when the person that told me that thing is realy close to me... Can it be coz of the miles that are between us? If I would live there in that city, will it be more better for us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31459972-115852099671199924?l=valentinvasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/feeds/115852099671199924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31459972&amp;postID=115852099671199924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/115852099671199924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/115852099671199924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/2006/09/money-makes-world-go-round.html' title='Money makes the world go round...'/><author><name>Vasile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06558043798904837828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31459972.post-115756459973533532</id><published>2006-09-06T20:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T20:43:19.753+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to someone... You know who you are!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The sun rizes, I think of you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The sun shines, I dream of you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The sun sets, I miss you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The moon is up in the sky... I Love You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Been busy lately with work, work and work... But I still had few moments to write something for someone, hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31459972-115756459973533532?l=valentinvasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/feeds/115756459973533532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31459972&amp;postID=115756459973533532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/115756459973533532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/115756459973533532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/2006/09/dedicated-to-someone-you-know-who-you.html' title='Dedicated to someone... You know who you are!'/><author><name>Vasile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06558043798904837828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31459972.post-115541889370492256</id><published>2006-08-13T00:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T00:41:33.723+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This week I worked soo much... At my house, at work... I wanna have more time to spend with someone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31459972-115541889370492256?l=valentinvasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/feeds/115541889370492256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31459972&amp;postID=115541889370492256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/115541889370492256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/115541889370492256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/2006/08/sad.html' title='Sad...'/><author><name>Vasile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06558043798904837828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31459972.post-115486778737402018</id><published>2006-08-06T14:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T15:36:27.390+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman would envy me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This week I started the work in the pharmacy store... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1st August: Getting to know the ppl and the colleagues and start getting my job seriously moveing stuff over the store... loading medicine pills and stuff like that into trucks, moveing heavy loads with the machine I learned to use pretty fast... all under direct supervision of a pharmacist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2nd August: Still haveing troubles with my new colleagues, it is like going to a party with alot of new people and haveing difficulties with theyr names and doing more stuff that require strenght... I had muscle fever that day because of the heavy loads I had to carry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3rd and 4th August: I reached the conclusion that in this world live alot of sick ppl... Every morning the store is almost no room to walk coz they bring new medicine that is packed into small, medium and big packages... After the pharmacist ladies count all the packages with the new stuff I take the bigger stuff and put them in theyr place on the shelvs, but only after the pharmacist in charge of me tells me where to put them... About at 1-2 pm they start to put medicine into smaller packages and those I need to put on diffrent routes and that is the most hard one because I need to be sure I don't mess the packages so the sick ppl will get theyr medicine in time... I need to be verry carefull and I try not to do mistakes... I talked with one of the pharmacist ladies over there and she sayed &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;"It is ok if you make few mistakes this weeks because you are new to this kind of stuff and you still need to learn... but don't get use to it..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; So I need to be verry carefull &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yesterday I was working at my new house... Me, my dad and few workers put the 1st lvl of the house... It was exausting... I was in charge to take the cement from the workers and take it to my dad up to the 1st lvl... all day up and down the ladders... Sometimes before breakes my hands were shakeing, my legs were in pain... All days of this week were exausting... I am soo hard working lol... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Evan Superman would envy me, wahaha...&lt;/span&gt; B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ut I feel happy coz I was working at my house where I will leave... I was happy coz I can let something behind me, a structure that will be my shelter... A place that needs something, or better to say someone... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31459972-115486778737402018?l=valentinvasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/feeds/115486778737402018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31459972&amp;postID=115486778737402018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/115486778737402018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/115486778737402018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/2006/08/superman-would-envy-me.html' title='Superman would envy me'/><author><name>Vasile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06558043798904837828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31459972.post-115433321492637845</id><published>2006-07-31T10:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T11:06:54.936+03:00</updated><title type='text'>2 in 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Last night, when I was on the road to home from internet cafe, I passed by a nice restaurant... Almost every weekend they are celebrateing weddings and engadgements, and by the time I am passing near that restaurant I think to myself... "&lt;em&gt;When will I gonna see a firework show for me and my darling?" &lt;/em&gt;I was like that until late in the night when I fall asleep in my bed, watching at the stars thrue my roof window...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This is it... My last day at work in the internet cafe. Finaly I can go tomorow to the other working place in the farmacy store where they have a better payment... woohoo more money for me so I can complete my appartment sooner... Looking back into the past few months I am glad that it is over... No more going at work at 10 am and arrive at home at 6 am the next day, no more mad ppl who always have problems with theyr computers (noobs =.=") and, finaly, no more unexperienced boss... But there is a certain feeling of fear in me... will I gonna make it at the new place? how will the ppl be there with me? It cannot be too hard from what my sister told me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;31st July is also the day I was born 22 years ago in a late evening at 10:00 pm in a hot summer day... Hehehe... I cannot imagine the time passed soo fast by me... Young, but somehow old &gt;.&lt;... This morning I was trying to find the weather channel, coz I always forget what number is, and as I was going up and down thrue the channel list I found something I always enjoy to watch, "Serendipity"... From my own point of view it is the perfect love story adapted to our type of lives, always in a rush to something, always in the move... Might sound a little foolish coz I was watching a movie at 8:15 am in the morning at a replay, but as I sayed... I like the love story... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31459972-115433321492637845?l=valentinvasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/feeds/115433321492637845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31459972&amp;postID=115433321492637845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/115433321492637845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/115433321492637845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/2006/07/2-in-1.html' title='2 in 1'/><author><name>Vasile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06558043798904837828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31459972.post-115349842733784643</id><published>2006-07-21T18:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T14:26:45.003+03:00</updated><title type='text'>1st step is always the most hard one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yes I made a blog... It is my 1st one, I am still learning how to do it properly so in order to maintain it corectly some help is always welcome hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Probably youre asking why keeping a blog, if don't know how to do it... Nah... Just in the mood for something new... for a place where to write down my thoughts and to keep something in the past to see how things worked over the ages lol... Might sound a lil dumb, but I sincerely don't care at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;To those who will read it... Enjoy reading, hope wont be a waste of time to read about 1 guy life that is most of time busy with other things or just in the road to something better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now, I think, I should start writeing about me lol... hehe here it comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;21 July in a Friday afternoon... 10 days until I change the work place, thank god... It has been a nice place, with manny nice things happening, but it is time to move on... For those who don't know where I was working so far, I work in an internet cafe for about 9-10 months... And now it is the time to change the working place. I already went to an interview to aply, and they told me to go "as soon as the old job boss let u go"... That will be in the 1st of August, right after my birthday celebration hehe... There the employer sayed I will have to work only for 8 hours a day, I will be free in weekends, but don't know what I will do there... All happened verry fast and I forgot to ask what I have to do... Doesn't realy matter, I always can ask for my sis what I have to do... That if I catch her before she goes to sleep... This job is soo crazy... reach here at 2 pm and can go back home at 6 am next morning... It is not that I don't enjoy playing online games and chat with friends, but the payment is also low... :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Somehow I am happy that I found something else better payed, but a part of me knows that wont be that easy as I wont have internet there... And some of you might already know that I need internet to chat to someone I like... Not telling who hehe (maybe later)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is it for the 1st step... More to come soon hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31459972-115349842733784643?l=valentinvasile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/feeds/115349842733784643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31459972&amp;postID=115349842733784643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/115349842733784643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31459972/posts/default/115349842733784643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinvasile.blogspot.com/2006/07/1st-step-is-always-most-hard-one.html' title='1st step is always the most hard one'/><author><name>Vasile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06558043798904837828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
