After having some problems with exporting my post table from the database…everything got fucked ..big time. So, i decided i’ll let wordpress.com handle my blog for awhile..

..to a hosted wordpress on a server i administer. The new link is http://pvradu.blogsite.org .

No, i didn’t visit Japan lately, it’s just the codename for the latest Firefox 3.5. I just downloaded the latest version from them 3.5.2. Indeed, runs faster than Firefox 3.0.x. And as they said, it supports some multimedia open formats natively. Anyway, i just like it that it’s faster. Great job indeed!

Postul asta va fi cu dedicatie…si in limba romana. Muia nu e clar unde sa ajunga. Sigur tre’ sa ajunga la ROSAL, si fix in gatul lu’ Prigoana. Cea dea doua, ar trebui sa ajunga ori la Liviu Negoita, ori la prof. dr. Sorin Oprescu, depinde care din ei a semnat contractul cu jepcarii de la ROSAL. Cum s-a ajuns la atata muie de dat? Simplu, de la o ridicare de masina. Si de fapt, nu ridicarea de masina a produs atata chef de muie, ci preturile pentru a recupera masina. Calculele sunt asa:

- cost ridicare/depozitare masina + chiria pe 1 zi = 550 RON

- pret chirie / zi = 150 RON

- amenda politie = 240 RON (120 RON daca se plateste in 48 ore)

Pai cine sloboz a scos scorurile astea? Minim-minim, daca ai de unde scoate banii astia, te costa tot 670 RON. Daca nu ai de unde ii scoate, te costa si mai mult. Acum vreo 2 saptamani, prietena mea a fost la un interviu, si i s-au oferit 700 RON salariu, prietena cu facultate si master terminate. Pai daca ar fi avut un prieten cu aceeasi bani, si eventual un copil, si eventual o coaja de Dacie din 1975, ce faceau? Ii mai dadeau bani lu’ Prigoana?..sau abandonau masina in parcul lor auto? Asta avand in vedere ca masina este inca proprietatea mea. Prigoana poa’ s-o suga, si tot n-are ce sa-i faca. Dar ce se intampla daca a doua zi fac act de vanzare-cumparare cu cineva, cineva-ul poate sa dea in judecata ROSALul pentru ca ii detine ilegal masina abia cumparata? Oricum, nu sunt sigur de variantele legale, treaba e ca sunt scorurile prea mari. Ori Prigoana le-a supt-o lu’ Negoita si Oprescu pana si-a luat contractul, dupa care si-a pus preturile dupa cum a vrut muschii lui, ori Negoita sau Oprescu au conturile din Tenerife marite cu vreo 2 zerouri, si Prigoana are mana libera? Ma gandesc asa, taximetristii nu au voie sa-si puna ce pret vor muschii lor / km din cauza ca nu le permite legea, pentru ca legea, s-a gandit in sinea ei, ca ar trebui sa existe o limita pentru acel serviciu – de a fi transportat un km. Nu se sesizeaza nimeni de preturile lu’ ROSAL? ..Ah..si mai ma gandeam asa…sunt 2 soti, au 800 RON fiecare, si un copil. Imi dau foarte bine seama ca cu 1600 d-abia iti platesti intretinere, datorii, eventual dai si de mancare la copil. Cu ce sloboz platesti aia 550 RON? ..asta daca poti face rost de bani azi, ..daca nu..550 RON + X * 150RON, X fiind numarul de zile pana poti face rost de bani. Frate, nici camatarii nu au dobanzi d-astea. Normal mi s-ar fi parut ca statul din aia 120 RON, pe care oricum ii ia degeaba, sa dea o suma si celor care ridica masinile – in cazul “erai curva, eram peste, imparteam banii frateste”, raman fiecare cu 60 RON / masina, asta in cazul in care omul ar plati amenda in 48 ore. Daca nu, ar ramane fiecare cu 120 RON. Suma care sigur ar acoperi motorina consumata pentru tractare, si un ban cinstit in buzunaru’ ROSALului. Eh nu, jepcarii nu se satura cu atat, jepcarii iti iau bani cat nu face, pentru un cacat de serviciu care nu merita nici a 10-a parte din bani.

Anyway, ma duc la ROSALu’ pulii mele. Ma pune o pizda sa semnez ca mi-am primit masina. Ii zic ca daca masina n-am vazut-o parcata in fata biroului inainte sa intru, n-am cum sa semnez asa ceva. Nu vazusem masina, nu vazusem starea ei, ..cica trebuia sa semnez. Platesc 550 RON, si ma duc dupa masina, cu chitanta in mana si fara procesul verbal al pulii mele, pentru ca oricum era nesemnat. Ajung in platforma aia numita probabil parc auto, gasesc masina, cam in starea originala. Erau 2 cumetri ..gen ..badigarzii pulii, le arat chitanta si le zic ca vreau masina. Pai nu se poate, fara procesul verbal. Incerc sa-i explic cretinului ca pe procesul verbal scrie ca eu mi-am primit masina, si cum nu mi-am primit-o, n-am semnat. Ma intorc din nou la pizda, semnez ala, si finally imi iau masina. Ah..si langa pizda aia era un porc, sa-i semnez lu’ ala ca recunosc nush ce…i-am dat jet si am plecat.

Deci, cine trebuie sesizat pentru hotelul de lux in care imi sta masina?.. + taxele de ridicare ale firmelor ? (am inteles ca ar fi diferite firme pe diferite sectoare ale Bucurestiului) Asta se cheama clar japca, si parerea mea e ca ar trebui pedepsita cumva. Oricum am zis ca-mi iau un cutit foarte ascutit si cu lama foarte groasa, si ma apuc sa tai cauciucuri ale masinilor pe care scrie ROSAL, ca deh..numele prostilor e scris pe toate gardurile. Si-mi aduc aminte ca am vazut masini de angajati pe care scria firma pulii. Cum eu nu mi-am gasit masina dimineata cand trebuia sa plec la munca, un cumatru angajat ROSAL n-o sa ajunga la munca intr-o dimineata pentru ca n-o sa poata sa mearga in 3 roti – o sa ma asigur ca-i tai 2 cauciucuri, rezerva sa fie degeaba. Macar sa stiu ca pe aia s-au dus banii mei.

How come this happened??

We decided to go to the seaside. Friday night. So after having a short night sleep, we woke up at 12 am, prepared things, and left around 1am to the destination – Costinesti. Got there at 4 am, had a pizza and a Tuborg Strong, and went to the beach, watched the sunrise, i even took a bath at 5am, and it was time to find a place to stay. Unfortunately, any of those motherfuckers who had a place to rent, didn’t want to rent us a room for 1 night. So we had to change the destination to someplace where they rent rooms for 1 night. So we moved to Jupiter (not the planet, ..this is not a SF movie), and we found a hotel that rented us a room exactly for 1 night. So we left for the beach, had something to eat, had a beer…came back to the room, because i had something to work, and she was tired and had a short afternoon nap. And she woke up, we went to the beach again, and her phone rang. Unfortunately, her apartment was sank in water. And she decided we should go help her mom with the cleaning. And we left, although we had the room rented till next day. We got home to her place, and…everything was already cleaned. So, we came home for nothing…And sunday morning, after waking up, we decided it’s best for us to move, so we moved everything from my parents house almost whole afternoon. Bullshit weekend indeed…

I was just browsing my blog, and tried the spell checking feature of Safari by typing some bullshit in the comment textboxes. And, when i suddenly closed the window from the x mark, Safari asked me if i really wanna close the window and loose all data, or something like that. I tried the same thing with Firefox, it didn’t ask me shit..

Nice and simple:
175-185cm height, 65-75kg weight and really expensive car.

Doesn’t matter his face, if he had the money to buy that car, if he’s smart, dick size, …anything, just those 3 filters he has to pass to fuck her. And, one boyfriend is not enough, why not 2 or more?!

So, from today…hopefully till the end of this year i won’t put any alcohol in my mouth, and still, my liver will survive all this. All this comes from yesterday, when after an unknown number of tequila shots, this morning i had troubles remembering what the fuck happened from the moment we left the restaurant, and till the moment we got back home. Actually, some things happened at home that i don’t remember either. Anyway, i hate being told what i did without me remembering all that shit. So, enough! I’ll have a 1 beer limit.

With my Asus EEEPC 1008HA that i can take everywhere.. Including here… But this is not the reason for me to take a laptop from home while having a beer. I have something to do…and involves internet and computer..Seriously.