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De revelion ma duc la o petrecere si ne-am gandit ca ar fi amuzant sa avem si niste baloane cu heliu, dar problema e ca nu stim de unde putem face rost, sau unde am putea umfla baloane cu heliu. Are cineva vreo idee?

Edit: am gasit.

Stiu ca ce urmeaza sa spun probabil va va soca pe unii dintre voi, asa ca fiti pregatiti.

Puteti vorbi cu cineva pe Yahoo! Messenger si fara sa aveti persoana respectiva in lista. DA! E adevarat! Uitati cum (voi pune si poze, ca sa fiu sigur ca pricepeti):

1. Va duceti cu cursorul pe Actions.

2. Faceti click pe Actions apoi selectati Send an Instant Message…

3. In fereastra aparuta mutati cursorul pe Other Contact.

4. Faceti click pe Other Contact si in campul aparut scrieti ID-ul persoanei respective.

5. Selectati OK.

Voila! Poate de acum inainte, inainte sa imi adresati “complimente” pentru ca nu va las sa ma adaugati in lista, veti incerca asta.

Dumb-asses.

Asta e un scurt eseu descriptiv pe care l-am avut de facut ca sa ii arat profesoarei de engleza de ce sunt in stare (asta voi avea la faza judeteana, la olimpiada). E prima oara cand fac asa ceva si, aparent, eseul e “splendid”, profesoara nu crede nici ea ca ar putea face unul mai bun si am un “talent innascut”. Asta zice profesoara. Ma bucur, desigur, sa aud asta, dar mie nu mi se pare CHIAR asa de grozav. E doar un eseu facut in 45 de minute. In fine, poate profesoara stie mai bine.

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The Beginning of The End

With its cold weather, its speedy winds and its icy roads, winter is upon us. I stare numb at the angry trees, hopelessly rocking back and forth, as if trying to get to shelter from the heartless storm. I, myself, remain unmoved, snowflakes blowing into my face like hundreds of little needles poking me at the same time.
The restless city has once more been reduced to silence by the almighty storm, its residents all tucked away, under the protection of their homes. I realize there’s no point in waiting for the bus. My savior, the bus. I finally get the courage to move, so I stand up and leave the frozen bench behind. Not a single soul in sight, not a single sound to be perceived, other than the storm’s endless roar across the city. ‘It’s unlike anything we’ve ever seen,’ exclaims the lady on the radio I just found. The rest is static.
I move on, barely able to move my feet, now frozen under the thick, unforgiving layer of snow. The long line of blurry lights guides me on my way home. What is normally a twenty minutes’ walk now feels like an eternity of sluggish movement onwards. The thought of my warm room, with the chimney lit up, the lights dimmed, the drapes pulled and a hot cup of chocolate are the only things that keep me going. I suddenly realize the lights, my one hope of escaping this raging weather, have disappeared in the distance. I turn around, looking for them as if my life depended on them, but no such luck. I turn left, wandering further into the darkness, my feet begging for warmth and my face completely frozen.
After stopping for a while in the middle of the road, unable to go on, I realize that by some weird coincidence I wound up in front of my apartment building. Having never been so happy to see myself here, I pull myself together and use what little power I have left to crawl into the building. I somehow manage to get to my door, and loudly slam it behind me, relieved. I pull the drapes, wishing for the sun to shine down on me the next time I pull them, I light up the chimney, I dim the lights and I begin to pour myself that hot cup of chocolate I’ve been dying for all day. I tell myself that it’s over. Little do I know that it has just begun.

Jack had a friend. His name was John.

Jack had another friend. Her name was Rachel.

Jack was always happy, he was always funny, he was always full of life. Jack loved Rachel. But she didn’t know. She had no idea. No one did. Jack was never good at showing his feelings towards girls.

Rachel and John got together. That made Jack very mad. But they didn’t know. No one knew what was troubling him. Jack used to spend a lot of time around them. Which would make him even madder. Jack would always try and be the same old funny guy everyone liked. And most of the time he succeeded. But beneath all the laughs, all the jokes and well-being, lied pain, suffering and anger.

Jack started to hate himself for his feelings. He wished they would all go away. He wished the pain would stop. He wished it would all stop.
 
 
And then he killed them.

The end.

Toata lumea stie ca atunci cand pui un link la status la Y!M se face textul albastru. Daca vrei sa atragi atentia cu un status, daca ai ceva interesant la status dar nu ai link, pui pur si simplu www. la inceput. Dar atunci cand tu nu ai nimic relevant la status si ai ceva aiurea, la ce naiba mai pui veveve-ul ala? De ce crezi ca ar trebui status-ul tau sa iasa in evidenta? Ce rost are ala?

Postul asta nu ii e adresate unei anumite persoane, ci tuturor celor care practica acest lucru.

Vreau doar sa va anunt ca inca mai traiesc.

Bine, nu spun ca nu am vanatai sau ca nu ma dor anumite parti ale corpului, dar asta e alta poveste.

In ultima luna nu prea am mai mai avut multe cereri de adaugare pe Y!M. A fost o luna foarte frumoasa.

Acum vad ca au inceput din nou. Ieri doua, azi mai avusei inca doua si acum 5 minute iesii de pe Y!M. Intrai dupa 3 minute si deja aveam alte doua cereri.

O fi din cauza frigului. Lumea sta mai mult in casa.

Unii poate va intrebati ce e rau in asta. Pai cand majoritatea din astia care vor sa ma adauge in lista fie sunt niste cretini, fie sunt niste cretini care vor ceva de la mine, fie pur si simplu vor ceva de la mine, o informatie, ajutor cu ceva, etc., imi cam piere pofta de discutii.

Ieri a fost balul liceului asa ca azi nu se fac ore. Ceea ce e foarte tare. Se mai vorbea de nu stiu ce greva luni, nu stiu exact ce si cum, dar s-ar putea sa nu facem nici luni ore. Ceea ce, la fel, e foarte tare. Nu ma intelegeti gresit, nu vreau sa se faca greva mult timp ca sa recuperam dup-aia sambata, dar cateva zile libere cui nu i-ar placea?

Pacat ca altii fac ore azi, as fi vrut sa ies cu niste prieteni, daca tot am o zi libera in plus.

P.S. Nu uitati ca azi e flash mob-ul! Cine vrea sa vina sa fie la 16:30 in fata Teatrului National sau la ora 17 fix sa fie deja in piata prefecturii. Ne vedem acolo!

Au fost alegerile si cum noi suntem niste pupincuristi extraordinari, am facut mai mare tam-tam decat americanii, pentru, citez, “cel mai important om al planetei” - revista ProTV. Sincer, nici nu stiu de ce ma mir, la noi e ceva normal.

Ma mira totusi faptul ca a castigat si ca americanii au demonstrat ca nu sunt toti niste rasisti cretini si au ales ca presedinte un negru pe nume Barack Hussein Obama. E si numele lui important, dupa ce am vazut cati americani nu l-au votat pentru simplul fapt ca il cheama Hussein sau Obama, nume care le inspira frica. Da, sunt si din astia.

Ma intreb acum cati revoltati il injura de tot ce are mai drag si cati comploteaza la asasinarea lui. Ma intreb cati tarani (rednecks) prosti s-au intors acasa azi noapte beti si si-au batut nevestele pentru ca noul lor presedinte e un ‘negrotei afurisit’.

In fine, sper ca negroteiul asta afurisit sa ii lase pe toti cu gura cascata si sa faca treaba buna. America are nevoie de o astfel de persoana.

De ieri au inceput cursurile la facultate, iar grupa in care sunt eu avu azi prima ora. Ajunsei la facultate pe la 09:50 si pe la 10:30 ajunsei in laborator, asta pentru ca ma mai plimbai prin vreo 3 laboratoare, ca dup-aia sa imi dau seama ca nu aveam ce cauta acolo.

In fine, ajunsei inainte sa inceapa, deci nu pierdui nimic. Pe tipul care ne preda il cheama Marius, e foarte de treaba si explica bine. La sfarsit ne dadu fiecaruia cate o tema, iar eu deja o facui (o vedeti in stanga). Pana duminica viitoare cred ca mai fac si temele altora.
 
 
 
Norocul meu ca mai am experienta cu Google SketchUp si unele chestii le inteleg mai repede si mi se par mai usoare, chiar daca nu am mai lucrat niciodata in 3DS Max.

Acum cateva zile am dat intamplator peste un document Word. In el era scrisa o poveste, o poveste pe care am scris-o in clasa a 7-a pentru un concurs la engleza si pe care o puteti citi mai jos. Mi-a facut placere sa o citesc din nou, mi-a trezit amintiri placute.

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The Lord of Dreams

It was a peaceful night in London. The stars reigned endlessly over the sky. Every little soul was sleeping as the night spanned throughout the city.

Amy, a fourteen year old girl, was sleeping in her comfortable bed, only to be awakened by a strange noise coming from the kitchen down stairs. She looked at the time. It was 2 AM. After hardly opening her eyes, she put on her slippers, grabbed a candle and went to investigate the noise. She reached the stairs and looked down, only to see complete darkness. She began walking down the stairs slowly, provoking a disturbing squeak with each step. After reaching the kitchen, she flipped a switch, attempting to turn on the lights. Nothing happened. She decided to go back to bed, when all of a sudden a powerful wind, coming from nowhere, blew out her candle. Amy was scared. Shivers were coming down her spine. The darkness was dead silent. She was completely frozen, unable to move. A minute later, Amy heard something move in the dark. She could hear footsteps, coming closer and closer. She was terrified. The footsteps stopped right in front of her. Then, suddenly, a white light flashed before her eyes, revealing a blurry, heavenly, yet evil looking figure. Then, it all went dark, including for Amy, who passed out.

Time passed. Amy finally woke up to find herself in a shriveled, dark forest. She could not believe her eyes. She looked around prospecting to see someone nearby. Amy had no idea where she was or how she got there, and started crying for help.

Nothing. Silence bloomed everywhere. She started walking scared, hoping to reach the end of the forest. After walking for several hours, she fell down tired and hopeless. Then, Amy heard a noise in the distance. She could see nothing though. It was like someone running through bushes. The noise got closer and clearer. A shadow crossed her terrified eyes. A couple of seconds later, a young boy jumped in front of her.

They were both taken by surprise and started screaming. The boy stopped when he saw there was no danger. He tried to calm Amy down.

-Don’t worry, it’s ok!

-W… who are you…?

-I’m Jack, what’s your name?

-I’m… Amy… what is this place?!

-It’s a long story, I’ll tell you later. For now, come with me, I’ll introduce you to the tribe.

-The tribe…? What tribe?

-Come and you shall see.

Amy did not oppose. They walked about ten minutes, and came across a very small village, populated by other children. Jack told Amy that this was the tribe.

-These children ended up here just like you.

-But… I don’t know how I ended up here.

-Later, you should eat something first.

He took her to a small house made up of branches and leaves. Inside laid a table with food on it. He encouraged her to eat. She did not hesitate.

After eating, Jack explained everything.

-You see, we were all brought here by the same person. He calls himself The Lord of Dreams.

-The Lord of Dreams?

-Yes. He kidnapped our souls and brought us to this imaginary, endless place. This is like a nightmare, all sorts of things happen around here, from mysterious shadows to unknown creatures lurking in the dark.

-What exactly is he? How does he look like?

- His main characteristic is being able to take any shape or form and mannerisms of any person. He could be anything. For all we know, he could be the tree behind you, listening to every word we say. The ancients have called him Morpheus, the god of dreams.

-How do you know all this?

-Near our little village, is a cottage, in which a wise old woman lives. She told us about The Lord of Dreams. No one knows where she’s from, how she got here or how she knows so much about him. We call her The Witch.

-What else do you know about him?

- He is a master craftsman in creating the illusions found in dreams. He lives while one sleeps. All awake impressions are recorded and stored in his lab, the subconscious. Nothing alive can escape his presence. He can take you to trips to the remotest places in the universe. He can make you travel at the speed of light or faster. But he can also frighten you to death. His biggest hobby is the crafting of dreams. Careful, meticulous and detailed dreams. Sometimes dreams which make sense, other times dreams which are nonsense. Sometimes a little travel in places which were visited during a different lifetime, full of feelings of déjà-vu, other times places with different stars and Earths, or places where nobody but himself has any idea where they belong or whence they came from.

-And for how long have you been here?

-Almost all of us have been here for about a year or so.

-What?! You mean you don’t know how to get out of here?!

-No. I’m sorry.

-Doesn’t The Witch know?

-We don’t talk much with her, because she frightens us.

-I really don’t plan to spend the rest of my life here! I want to see her and talk to her. Maybe she knows how to get out of here.

-I’m warning you, she could be The Lord’s right hand “man”.

-I don’t care. It’s worth the risk!

Jack escorted Amy to The Witch’s door, and then ran back into the village. She knocked on the door, and an old, ugly lady came out. She invited Amy in and closed the door.

Inside, The Witch asked Amy to sit down and gave her something to drink.

-My name is Amy; I recently arrived here and…

-I know, I saw you screaming earlier.

-Why didn’t you come to me?

-I knew that The Tribe would find you. It’s better this way.

-Anyway, Jack spoke to me of The Lord of Dreams, and that he brought us here. Is there any way to escape this place?

-This imaginary world you’re in now, it feeds on your fear, the more scared you are the stronger the world and The Lord are. If none of you were here, this place couldn’t exist.

-So, what you’re saying is that we need to stop being afraid?

-Yes! When you hear or see something, just don’t be scared! Pretend like it’s not there, and it will go away. Eventually, if everyone stops being afraid, the world won’t be strong enough to keep you all here. You will return to your regular lives.

Amy thanked The Witch and went back to The Tribe. She told Jack everything and he told everyone else that they shouldn’t be afraid anymore. They all agreed. But it wasn’t going to be easy. It got dark outside. Everyone was in their cottage. Jack was talking to Amy when they heard a noise in the distance. Then they heard the same weird noise in front of their cottage. They remembered what The Witch had said and just ignored it. They calmly continued to talk, not paying attention to the noise. A bit later the noise stopped, and the world briefly quaked, which had never happened before. They were all proud with what they had achieved, but they were also tired so they went to sleep.

The next morning, when they woke up, they noticed that there weren’t as many trees around the village. They thought it was probably because of what happened the night before, so they decided to have a little feast. While they were eating, a terrible growling sound came from outside. They went out and found this giant, ugly beast that was destroying their village. With no time to waste, they all grabbed some rocks and started throwing them at the beast.

Not expecting such bravery the beast got frightened and ran into the woods. They were all happy! Then, after that courageous attempt, the world began to quake as if it was the end. Trees started falling, the sky was blurry, and a strong wind destroyed all their cottages. Then, some of the children simply started to vanish. They realized that this was it. It was finally time to go home. Everyone was disappearing. Amy couldn’t see Jack, she wanted to say goodbye. Then she disappeared too. The imaginary world had come to an end. It was no more.

Amy woke up in her kitchen, confused. She flipped the light switch and it worked. Then, Amy looked at the time. It was the same as when she left. It was 2 AM. She asked herself if all that had happened was really just a dream.

-But it was so real! Amy said to herself.

If it wasn’t just a dream, she was proud to have defeated The Lord of Dreams. She was tired so she went back to bed, never to find out what had actually happened.

THE END

Pareri?

Ma dusei azi dimineata la Automatica si ma inscrisei la cursurile oferite de cei de la Ubisoft impreuna cu Facultatea de Automatica, Calculatoare si Electronica. Initial voiam sa ma inscriu la level design, dar mi se paru mult mai atractiva grafica 3D si grafica 2D, mai ales ca se incepe de la 0. O sa lucrez in 3DS Max pentru prima oara, iar cunostintele in Photoshop ma vor ajuta foarte mult.

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