<?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-15209989</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:00:47.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nix World</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I sometimes go to my own little world, but that's ok... they know me there! &lt;/b&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Thoughts, rants, and insights of a paranoid IT Security Engineer&lt;/i&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaynix.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15209989/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaynix.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279675484134935523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://poli.tm.ro/forum/download/file.php?avatar=3862.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15209989.post-8544524838034099863</id><published>2008-06-29T02:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T02:54:47.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, 28 June - Politehnica 1921 Stiinta Timisoara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;My favorite soccer team Politehnica 1921 Stiinta Timisoara will go in cantonment to Kaprun (Austria). &lt;br/&gt;This is the Team: &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;GoalKeeper:&lt;br/&gt;Pedro Taborda, Costel Pantilimon si Cristian Zimmermann&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Defender:&lt;br/&gt;Stelian Stancu, Valentin Badoi, Milos Brezinsky, Alin Ratiu, Srdjan Luchin, Sreten Sretenovic, Carlos Milhazes, Iasmin Latovlevici&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Midfield:&lt;br/&gt;Agunbiade Abiodun, Dan Alexa, Filipe Da Costa, Jose Luis Garcia, Balazs Borbely, Dare Vrsic, Victor Aldana, Artiom Karamyan, Arman Karamyan &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Forward:&lt;br/&gt;Dorin Goga, Ionel Ganea, Dejan Rusic, Gigel Bucur, Lukas Magera, Winston Parks&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15209989-8544524838034099863?l=kaynix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaynix.blogspot.com/feeds/8544524838034099863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15209989&amp;postID=8544524838034099863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15209989/posts/default/8544524838034099863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15209989/posts/default/8544524838034099863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaynix.blogspot.com/2008/06/saturday-28-june-politehnica-1921.html' title='Saturday, 28 June - Politehnica 1921 Stiinta Timisoara'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279675484134935523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://poli.tm.ro/forum/download/file.php?avatar=3862.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15209989.post-635141109269726640</id><published>2008-06-28T05:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T05:21:37.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The World is safe again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Yes we can rest assured the music company's have now an precedent and they will be more successful in arresting and convicting innocent people. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Another ex-administrator of former BitTorrent tracker Elitetorrents is facing prison time for his part in the site's peer-to-peer sharing of copyright material.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Daniel Dove, 26, was convicted by a jury on separate counts of "conspiracy and felony copyright infringement," the US Department of Justice announced today.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Dove helped supply pirated material to the website and recruited members who had high speed internet connections to join in uploading content.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Fellow admins, Scott McCausland, Grant Stanley, Sam Kuonen, and Scott Harvanek, all pleaded guilty to similar charges rather than take their cases to a jury. The DOJ says its the first criminal conviction after a jury trial for P2P copyright infringement.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;EliteTorrents was one of the largest "private" trackers in operation between 2003 and 2005. In May, 2005, Operation D-Elite, a combined force of the FBI CyberCrime Fraud Unit and Homeland Security, shut down the site. The Motion Picture Association of America also provided "substantial assistance" to the D-Elite investigation.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Working on 10 search warrants, The Feds seized control of the EliteTorrents' central server to obtain information about the site's administrators. According to the DOJ, they found more than 17,800 movie titles being seeded by about 133,000 EliteTorrents members. They contend many of the movies distributed on the site, such as Star Wars Episode III, appeared there before the movies were yet released in theaters. (Star Wars II: Revenge of the Sith appears again and again on DOJ press release for Operation D-Elite as an example. Somebody is a George Lucas fan.)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Dove's sentencing is scheduled for September 9, 2008. He faces a maximum of 10 years in prison. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15209989-635141109269726640?l=kaynix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaynix.blogspot.com/feeds/635141109269726640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15209989&amp;postID=635141109269726640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15209989/posts/default/635141109269726640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15209989/posts/default/635141109269726640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaynix.blogspot.com/2008/06/world-is-safe-again.html' title='The World is safe again'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279675484134935523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://poli.tm.ro/forum/download/file.php?avatar=3862.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15209989.post-7014416721968277354</id><published>2008-06-04T08:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T08:53:38.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4.5 Million unencrypted customer records lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;How can you lose 4.5 Million unencrypted customer records?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well at least we know you can, this has bean proven by the Bank of New York. They lost two sets of unencrypted backup tapes containing private data belonging to 4.5 million customers.&lt;br/&gt;They have the nerves to come with the excuse that a third-party vendor misplaced the tapes during transport to off-site locations. According to the bank, the tapes “included shareowner and plan participant account information, such as &lt;b&gt;name&lt;/b&gt;, mailing address, &lt;b&gt;Social Security number&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;transaction activity&lt;/b&gt;.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align='center'&gt;&lt;img height='295' width='399' src='http://blogs.zdnet.com/projectfailures/images/identity_theft.jpg' style='max-width: 800px;'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Isn't that nice to know how the banks play with such private information?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;BNY Mellon’s chief risk officer, Todd Gibbons, said the bank now plans to improve security related to backup tapes. From &lt;a target='_blank' href='http://computerworld.com/action/article.do?command=viewArticleBasic&amp;amp;taxonomyName=security&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;articleId=9092178&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;taxonomyId=17&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;intsrc=kc_top'&gt;Computerworld&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To bolster its security controls, the bank said it will now require that any confidential data written on tapes or CDs for transport must be encrypted or transported with undisclosed additional data protections. Further, when “technically feasible,” the bank will demand that encrypted confidential data be delivered to off-site facilities electronically, noted Gibbons. ...cute isnt it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now they are thinking about that, cause till now we where still in the 1900 years and subjects such as SECURITY where not discussed in every newspaper/TV show/Movie/Internet&lt;/p&gt;The funny part is that they are saying nothing about if they found the lost data or if they at least have a clue about where the tapes could be ... because from February the 27th, 2008 and till now they sad nothing to the customers and also didnt came up with the tapes... maybe the tapes are in nirvana now. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15209989-7014416721968277354?l=kaynix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaynix.blogspot.com/feeds/7014416721968277354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15209989&amp;postID=7014416721968277354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15209989/posts/default/7014416721968277354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15209989/posts/default/7014416721968277354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaynix.blogspot.com/2008/06/45-million-unencrypted-customer-records_04.html' title='4.5 Million unencrypted customer records lost'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279675484134935523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://poli.tm.ro/forum/download/file.php?avatar=3862.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15209989.post-2389747069638801997</id><published>2008-06-03T23:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T08:55:21.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Torrenting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Will torrenting be extinct in the next few years? &lt;br/&gt;hard to believe something like that... why? because its supported by the people ;)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The POWER OF THE PEOPLE&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Since BitTorrent has become so popular, anti-piracy organizations like MediaDefender and BayTSP are constantly uploading fake files, and scammers are uploading malware and spyware, often wrapped in fake media players.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When an attack happened over the weekend at the popular webshow site Revision3 , they started to wonder what they had to done provoke it. Now Rev3 has found the source of the attack, and that's raising even more questions. Rev3 was hit by MediaDefender, the self-described "leading provider of anti-piracy solutions in the emerging Internet-Piracy-Prevention industry." ... wow, but it was only an accident&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Rev3 talked to MediaDefender and discovered that the anti-piracy company had been covertly using the Rev3 BitTorrent tracker to move its own files, quite without the knowledge of Revision3. The attack&lt;br/&gt;happened when Rev3 caught on and blocked MediaDefender's torrent traffic. This apparently caused the MediaDefender servers to go completely nuts with attempts to reconnect -- over 8,000 a second -- and took down the entire Revision3 infrastructure, including the servers for all their video content, their advertising, and their internal email.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;What can you say about that? the oh so morals are not that moral anymore.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The Pirate Bay, Mininova and isoHunt - the top three BitTorrent sites - are all involved in a court case. Depending on the outcome of these cases, the need for alternative search technologies may become more apparent.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And still even if they will be put down others will rise because the people demand is big and will still exist. And by trying to bring the bittorrent community down by force they are only making it stronger and bigger... this is for sure the wrong approach of the problem ;)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15209989-2389747069638801997?l=kaynix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaynix.blogspot.com/feeds/2389747069638801997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15209989&amp;postID=2389747069638801997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15209989/posts/default/2389747069638801997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15209989/posts/default/2389747069638801997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaynix.blogspot.com/2008/06/torrenting.html' title='Torrenting'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279675484134935523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://poli.tm.ro/forum/download/file.php?avatar=3862.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15209989.post-7532356720626924004</id><published>2007-11-12T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T11:34:32.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un milion in plus la salariu...</title><content type='html'>Daca ar fi stiut ce-l asteapta, Seful l-ar fi ascultat pe Paulica si i-ar fi&lt;br /&gt;acordat acea marire de salariu. Nici nu cerea mult omul, 1 milion de lei&lt;br /&gt;vechi si prapaditi, macar sa-si scoata banii dati pe transportul in comun&lt;br /&gt;si, poate, si ceva din factura de mobil necompensata. Paulica avea prea mult&lt;br /&gt;bun simt sa-i spuna Sefului sa faca bine si sa-i sune personal pe acei&lt;br /&gt;furnizori din cateva simple motive: 1) Nu-i cad coaiele; 2) Cuvantul lui are&lt;br /&gt;mai multa greutate; 3) Paulica era prea gras si cu craci prea strambi ca sa&lt;br /&gt;fie secretara, fie si a Sefului, aflat la varsta temerilor si indoielilor,&lt;br /&gt;drept pt care ar fi regulat si-o pisica, numai sa-si reconfirme indoielnica&lt;br /&gt;virilitate; 4) Seful avea minute nelimitate, Paulica vorbea pe banii lui&lt;br /&gt;(putini).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-am auzit de multe ori pe Paulica spunand cu naduf ca lucram intr-o firma&lt;br /&gt;de cacat. Si ca merita sa ne pisam pe ea si sa ne caram in lumea larga. Dar&lt;br /&gt;n-aveam cum sa-mi inchipui nici in cele mai negre vise ca refularile&lt;br /&gt;pasnicului Paulica aveau sa se adevereasca mai ceva ca abstractiunile lui&lt;br /&gt;Nostradamus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si se facu o zi de noiembrie oribil, cu o ploaie diluviana, numa' buna sa&lt;br /&gt;stai acasa, cu plapuma-n cap, necum sa vii la scarbici. Un fum alb gros, o&lt;br /&gt;duhoare patrunzatoare patrunsese in tot sediul, in toate ungherele, in toti&lt;br /&gt;porii. Nu atat frica de incendiu ne-a precipitat pe toti afara, in ploaie,&lt;br /&gt;ci mirosul acela lugubru, care parea ca ne exfoliaza esofagul si plamanii.&lt;br /&gt;"Ce Dumnezeu o fi? A luat foc serverul? O fi vreun scurtcircuit?" "De unde,&lt;br /&gt;miroase a sobolan mort, cred ca s-o fi prins unul in fire si asta i-a&lt;br /&gt;fost!", ne dadeam noi cu parerea. Evident ca nimeni n-a avut curajul sa&lt;br /&gt;orbecaie prin fumul gros inauntru nici macar pt a-si salva hainele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne-am numarat intre noi. Lipsea Paulica. "Te pomenesti ca a ramas inauntru,&lt;br /&gt;bai, sariti si scoateti-l, ca asta se asfixiaza acolo si, aitist nebun ce&lt;br /&gt;este, daca nu ii da nimeni un mail ca arde sediul, singur nu-si da seama".&lt;br /&gt;"Nu va duceti, ca muriti degeaba, Paulica a iesit val-vartej acum 10&lt;br /&gt;minute", ne-a spus o colega. Si dus a fost. Nu si consecintele plecarii sale&lt;br /&gt;intempestive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce am aflat ulterior a fost o palma pe obrazul tuturor domnisoarelor de la&lt;br /&gt;resurse umane care ne invata ca la interviu se merge cu capul in pamant si&lt;br /&gt;nu se intreaba de salariu. Asa facuse si Paulica si a ajuns ca noi toti,&lt;br /&gt;doar ca pragul lui de toleranta era altundeva situat. Ardelean molcom,&lt;br /&gt;Paulica se enerva greu, dar cand ajungea la concluzia ca-i bai, apai bai&lt;br /&gt;era!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa a douazecea intrevedere cu Seful, in care i se pusese aceeasi placa&lt;br /&gt;(compania e-n dezvoltare, are cheltuieli mari - normal, Seful isi luase 4x4&lt;br /&gt;si pasase vechea masina socrilor - ca el, Paulica, este platit oricum&lt;br /&gt;regeste pt munca "de rahat" pe care o face, ca ar trebui sa fie recunoscator&lt;br /&gt;ca i s-a dat sansa de a munci la patron strain si ca este un vierme&lt;br /&gt;profitor), Paulica a ajuns la concluzia ca-i bai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restul e istorie. Cand firma e de cacat, iar tu faci - zice Seful - munca de&lt;br /&gt;rahat, nu poti decat sa accepti ca duci o viata de rahat. Dar macar cald sa&lt;br /&gt;fie, sa nu faci amigdalita. Drept pt care Paulica si-a facut nevoile pe&lt;br /&gt;platoul din cuptorul cu microunde. Un rahat mare, incolacit, ca un&lt;br /&gt;kurtoskolacs, de abia a incaput. Dupa care ardeleanul scos din minti, pe&lt;br /&gt;care nimeni nu-l auzise un an ridicand tonul, a rotit temporizatorul pt 10&lt;br /&gt;minute. Si dus a fost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domnisoarele de la resurse umane ar trebui sa invete ca un rahat copt lent&lt;br /&gt;si uniform, la peste 300 de grade Celsius, timp de 10 minute, pute nu&lt;br /&gt;ingrozitor, ci este insasi definitia ororii. Pute insidios, pt ca nu te&lt;br /&gt;paleste dintr-o data, ci lent, prin toate lufturile de sub usi si intra pana&lt;br /&gt;si-n tencuiala. Ceea ce s-a si intamplat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- n-am mai putut purta niciodata haina uitata in cuierul de pe holul de&lt;br /&gt;langa biroul sefului, unde era amplasat nefericitul cuptor cu microunde.&lt;br /&gt;Nici colegii mei&lt;br /&gt;- sediul a trebuit sa fie abandonat definitiv. Dupa 2 saptamani de stat cu&lt;br /&gt;usile si ferestrele vraiste, mirosea ca la crematoriu. Nici zugravitul nu a&lt;br /&gt;rezolvat mare lucru, desi a costat mult mai mult decat milionul in plus la&lt;br /&gt;leafa bietului Paulica&lt;br /&gt;- a trebuit schimbat tot mobilierul. Prinsese miros de privata comunala, cu&lt;br /&gt;imbunatatiri de mahon nobil&lt;br /&gt;- cuptorul respectiv n-a mai fost bun nici pt tiganii care treceau prin zona&lt;br /&gt;sa ridice deseurile. "Da' ce-ati facut, manca-v-as, v-ati uscat cainele in&lt;br /&gt;cuptor si l-ati uitat acolo?!", ne-au intrebat ei si au renuntat sa-l mai ia&lt;br /&gt;- Luminita a facut hepatita. De greata. Acum sufera si de constipatie&lt;br /&gt;cronica si colon iritabil, pt ca orice drum la toaleta pt cuvenita usurare&lt;br /&gt;ii da frisoane&lt;br /&gt;- Seful a pierdut un contract banos de publicitate cu o mare agentie.&lt;br /&gt;Clientii au intrat la banuieli vazand ca El Lider Maximo se tot codeste sa-i&lt;br /&gt;invite in sediu si se intalneste cu ei prin restaurante si hoteluri.&lt;br /&gt;Probleme de bonitate, daca nici sediu nu-si permit - si-or fi zis ei si dusi&lt;br /&gt;au fost. Pt ca zgarciobul nici macar n-a vrut sa inchirieze temporar un alt&lt;br /&gt;sediu.&lt;br /&gt;- chiar daca lucrez acum altundeva, eu nu mai vin cu mancare de acasa si cu&lt;br /&gt;atat mai putin nu concep sa o mai incalzesc la microunde. Si asta ma costa&lt;br /&gt;al naibii. Unde mai pui ca am fobie la electrocasnice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ziceti si voi, acum. Nu era mai ieftin sa-i fi dat amaratului blestematul&lt;br /&gt;acela de milion in plus?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15209989-7532356720626924004?l=kaynix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaynix.blogspot.com/feeds/7532356720626924004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15209989&amp;postID=7532356720626924004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15209989/posts/default/7532356720626924004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15209989/posts/default/7532356720626924004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaynix.blogspot.com/2007/11/un-milion-in-plus-la-salariu.html' title='Un milion in plus la salariu...'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279675484134935523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://poli.tm.ro/forum/download/file.php?avatar=3862.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15209989.post-5086245422821082104</id><published>2007-10-28T10:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T14:08:51.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OiNK still down</title><content type='html'>well its no news that &lt;a href="http://oink.cd"&gt;OiNK&lt;/a&gt;, my favorite music site, was taken down earlier this week by BPI and IFPI... the UK equivalent of the RIAA.&lt;br /&gt;This will definitely result in me buying *less* ... *no* music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why did all this happen?&lt;br /&gt;who gave them this right ... this is also what &lt;a href="http://torrentfreak.com/why_are_the_ifpi_and_bpi_allowed_071024/"&gt;torrentfreak.com&lt;/a&gt; is also asking/writing ...&lt;br /&gt;it reminds me of the old days of th &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soviet_Union"&gt;USSR&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Communism"&gt;commusim&lt;/a&gt; days from the past ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey it seams that even now in 2007 we still have no rights, or our rights are still  stepped on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im still hoping on a reborn of OiNK in some other form maybe ... even a forum like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some thoughts about what happened to OiNK and RIAA&lt;a href="http://www.demonbaby.com/blog/2007/10/when-pigs-fly-death-of-oink-birth-of.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt; When Pigs Fly:&lt;/b&gt; The Death of Oink, the Birth of Dissent, and a Brief History of Record Industry Suicide.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the main point is to not give up ... to continue take what u want ... free and if you like what you hear/see then buy it ... &lt;br /&gt;here is a list of music torrent sites where u can get what you want ;) &lt;a href="http://blog.brokep.com/2007/10/27/what-to-use-instead-of-oink-waffleswaffleswaffles"&gt;join and dont let RIAA scare ppl&lt;/a&gt; ... and allow them to do with OiNK what they did with &lt;a href="http://www.ice.gov/pi/news/insideice/articles/insideice_060605_web1.htm"&gt; Elit Torrents&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some artwork :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://image.blog.livedoor.jp/laba_q/imgs/f/4/f4a811ae.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://image.blog.livedoor.jp/laba_q/imgs/6/a/6adfcd25.jpg" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jinx.com/Content/Product/238p_0c_1b.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jinx.com/Content/Product/256p_0c_1b.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://opentracker.blog.h3q.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/click-and-hide.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15209989-5086245422821082104?l=kaynix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaynix.blogspot.com/feeds/5086245422821082104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15209989&amp;postID=5086245422821082104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15209989/posts/default/5086245422821082104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15209989/posts/default/5086245422821082104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaynix.blogspot.com/2007/10/oink-still-down.html' title='OiNK still down'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279675484134935523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://poli.tm.ro/forum/download/file.php?avatar=3862.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15209989.post-115437787854365483</id><published>2006-07-31T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T13:31:18.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, ain't</title><content type='html'>Pleasure turns to the pain&lt;br /&gt;Of the lessons learned from the strain&lt;br /&gt;Of the questions burned in my brain&lt;br /&gt;About whether love is humane&lt;br /&gt;In its touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts are like salmon&lt;br /&gt;Swimming upstream&lt;br /&gt;In the tears of your deceit&lt;br /&gt;Fighting the current hurt&lt;br /&gt;That kills more than is created&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the chaos of our intertwined emotions&lt;br /&gt;Chaotic because the anchor&lt;br /&gt;Of Eros' arrow&lt;br /&gt;Has been plucked from the vessel&lt;br /&gt;Of my undying infatuation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separation not as simple&lt;br /&gt;As the distance between us&lt;br /&gt;My mind no longer possessed&lt;br /&gt;By the demons&lt;br /&gt;That had been the overseers&lt;br /&gt;Of my enslavement to your lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seeds of these lies&lt;br /&gt;Rooted so deeply&lt;br /&gt;They have cracked the foundation&lt;br /&gt;Of what we once shared&lt;br /&gt;Allowing the faith in us I had sealed inside&lt;br /&gt;To gush out like a river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ripping the image of our future together&lt;br /&gt;From my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;As violently and as brutally&lt;br /&gt;As if it were a child being taken&lt;br /&gt;From his mother's arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm left surrounded in darkness&lt;br /&gt;But I refuse to be swallowed by it&lt;br /&gt;My loneliness like the night air.&lt;br /&gt;Invisible to the eye, obvious to the touch&lt;br /&gt;In its cold uncomfortableness&lt;br /&gt;y et if I could do it all over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd do it in the same skin I'm in&lt;br /&gt;To lay down and let love die&lt;br /&gt;Just stay down and let love lie&lt;br /&gt;No, no, not I&lt;br /&gt;I'll stay 'round and let love fly&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have seen&lt;br /&gt;Its darkest form, deceit&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else could taste this warm&lt;br /&gt;Or feel this sweet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15209989-115437787854365483?l=kaynix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaynix.blogspot.com/feeds/115437787854365483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15209989&amp;postID=115437787854365483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15209989/posts/default/115437787854365483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15209989/posts/default/115437787854365483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaynix.blogspot.com/2006/07/love-aint.html' title='Love, ain&apos;t'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279675484134935523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://poli.tm.ro/forum/download/file.php?avatar=3862.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15209989.post-112521257808553608</id><published>2005-08-27T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T00:02:58.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>amintiri de la Surduc - part 2</title><content type='html'>mda... shi asha nu am reushit sa dorm pana la 4 dimineata&lt;br /&gt;auzeam tot printre peretii lemn/shipca :)&lt;br /&gt;auzeam cu unu ... certat cu pretena ... asta nu mai vroia sa auda de el ...&lt;br /&gt;shi el tot insista ...&lt;br /&gt;ii zicea de toate&lt;br /&gt;toate minciunile posibile&lt;br /&gt;ca o iubeste&lt;br /&gt;ca daca nu ar fi asha ... de ce shi-ar fi irosit messajele/centii ... :))&lt;br /&gt;dar faza cea mai tare abia acum vine&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;cica s-au impacat&lt;br /&gt;iar ea .,.. chiar ia dat o tara de p***&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;ma cacam pe mine de ras&lt;br /&gt;ce proasta ... sau?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;whatever&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;porma or venit altii in camera&lt;br /&gt;... faceau cu schimbu :))&lt;br /&gt;care or inceput sa se gadile ...&lt;br /&gt;probabil ca baiatu incerca sa o oboseasca inainte de .... &lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;pana la urma s-au potolit toti shi s-au culcat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shi am reushit shi eu sa dorm&lt;br /&gt;pana pe la 11&lt;br /&gt;cand m-am trezit mai buimac shi mai somnoros decat cand ma culcasem&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;br /&gt;m-am pus sa manc neste Salatini... de foame ...&lt;br /&gt;nu ma simteam deloc in stare sa cobor pana in bucatarie shi sa imi pregatesc micu dejun ...&lt;br /&gt;cred ca am mancat o jumatate de punga de Salatini ... shi cu apa, numa bine sau umflat aia in mine&lt;br /&gt;shi nu am mai simtit foame&lt;br /&gt;G si R sau dus sa mance&lt;br /&gt;eu am rmaas sa mai dorm ...&lt;br /&gt;acum aveam patu tot numa pentru mine&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;shi am tras un somn ... super&lt;br /&gt;pana dupamasa pe la 13 sau cat .. nu mai shitu&lt;br /&gt;cand mor chemat ... sa mancam/facem micii&lt;br /&gt;mda&lt;br /&gt;zic .. las faceti voi ca vin shi eu&lt;br /&gt;shi iar somn&lt;br /&gt;nu eram bun de nimic&lt;br /&gt;ce sa fac ..&lt;br /&gt;eram rupt&lt;br /&gt;eram ars de soare&lt;br /&gt;aveam febra musculara la abdomen ... shi la spate ... de la vaslele alea ... mama lor&lt;br /&gt;iar somn&lt;br /&gt;intr-un final m-am trezit dar ... nu prea eram limpede la creer&lt;br /&gt;asha ca am  zis ... sa mai fac o baie in Surduc inainte sa plecam ....&lt;br /&gt;pe la 18-19 trebuia sa vina mashina/taxiul dupa noi&lt;br /&gt;mi-am pus slipi in functiune shi go ... pe ponton ... brrr&lt;br /&gt;ce rece era apa&lt;br /&gt;dar macar mi-a mai trezit simturile&lt;br /&gt;yes ... ma pun la uscat :))&lt;br /&gt;era pe ponton shi o banka ...&lt;br /&gt;stau pe banka .. shi vb cu G shi R ce sa mai facem pana la ora plecarii ... sa ne punem sa ne facem bagajele .. sa mai stam .... hmmm&lt;br /&gt;cand&lt;br /&gt;bag de seama cu coada ochilor .. o umbra care se apropie&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;un looser ... un adevarat ... cum vrei sa-i zici&lt;br /&gt;cu o scobitoare intre diniti :)) ma shi bufnea rasu numa cand il vedeam&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;de parca se credea ca e cineva :))&lt;br /&gt;mda&lt;br /&gt;impresii&lt;br /&gt;shi se leaga de mine&lt;br /&gt;nu mai shtiu cum exact&lt;br /&gt;dar idee e urmatoare&lt;br /&gt;ca lumea vorbeste ca mash fi dat la femeia lui&lt;br /&gt;ca ... cu pretenul meu nah ... nu are nimic de impartit ca are pretena ...&lt;br /&gt;dar care e faza cu mine ...&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;deci ce m-a enervat faza ...&lt;br /&gt;shi i-am zis ... cine draq vorbeste&lt;br /&gt;sa mi-l arate pe ala care vorbeste prostii ...&lt;br /&gt;mama lui&lt;br /&gt;porma iar ma bufnit rasu&lt;br /&gt;iar asta se uita la mine .. neintelegand .. care e faza&lt;br /&gt;ce am? imi bat joc de el ? is nebun?&lt;br /&gt;nu ma descifra deloc&lt;br /&gt;era super nedumerit&lt;br /&gt;dar ... tot statea acolo&lt;br /&gt;parca incercand sa ma provoace ...&lt;br /&gt;sau cauta oare galceava? :))&lt;br /&gt;mda&lt;br /&gt;atunci am inteles ca tre sa fiu mai destept decat el&lt;br /&gt;daca ar fi fost totu adevarat .. daca mi-ar fi placut de vreo ciupalititca de acolo ... mda ... mash fi ridicat de pe banka ... shi l-af fi poknit cat ai zice peste :))&lt;br /&gt;dar pentru ce totushi .. pentru o proasta care.... chiar nu merita nici macar sa ma uit la ea... o consumata ... impartita intre toti cocalarii&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;br /&gt;nah&lt;br /&gt;ma ia asta ... ca nu ii place atitudinea mea&lt;br /&gt;ii zic ... pai fa ceva daca nu iti place ... do a move&lt;br /&gt;mi-a zis porma ceva de genu ... daca iti fut una in muie ... &lt;br /&gt;nu prea am inteles eu ce vroia el sa zica ...&lt;br /&gt;dar probabil ca cele 4 clase care le avea ...nu erau deajuns pentru al ajuta sa se exprime cat de cat &lt;br /&gt;ah ... shi m-a mai intrebat daca is shmecher :))&lt;br /&gt;nu am mai auzit duma asta din Liceu :))&lt;br /&gt;cum poti fi asha stupid oare? hmmm&lt;br /&gt;dupa care ... shi-a luat coada intre picioare ... vazand ca nu il bag in seama ... shi nci nu ma impresioneaza...&lt;br /&gt;am ramas cu G shi R discutand ... care era faza? era probabil vorba de proasta aia care se lauda ca nu mai are preten :))&lt;br /&gt;femeilea astea aduc numa probleme :))&lt;br /&gt;m-am luat sa ma duc sa-mi fac bagaju&lt;br /&gt;sa ma imbrac de plecare&lt;br /&gt;porma &lt;br /&gt;ma duc pe terasa cu punga de salatini shi apa ..&lt;br /&gt;singur&lt;br /&gt;shi ma gandesc ... cum mi-ar fi putut fute asta weekendul ...&lt;br /&gt;il luam la bataie ... neesential cine ar fi ramas ultimu in picioare .... ca nha ei erau opricum mai multi :)) dar nha ...hmmm pentru ce&lt;br /&gt;pentru o handicapata.... damn&lt;br /&gt;shi cine se invarte prin jur ... handicapata :))&lt;br /&gt;dar ishi face aparitia shi omu ... care vine la mine .. shi ma intreaba daca m-am suparat ... ah ... shi da mana cu mine ...&lt;br /&gt;iar nu m-am putut abtine shi am bufnit .... zicandui ca am eu alte probleme mai grave :))&lt;br /&gt;in scurt timp shi-au facut shi G&amp; R bagajele shi am luat-o perpedes ... pana la sosea .. unde ne astepta taxiul ... ne-am imbarcat ... shi ... go home&lt;br /&gt;in timpu calatoriei ... eram ca un zombie ... &lt;br /&gt;tot somnoros ... obosit ...&lt;br /&gt;nu percepeam nicicum ... drumul .. pe unde mergeam ...&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15209989-112521257808553608?l=kaynix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaynix.blogspot.com/feeds/112521257808553608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15209989&amp;postID=112521257808553608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15209989/posts/default/112521257808553608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15209989/posts/default/112521257808553608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaynix.blogspot.com/2005/08/amintiri-de-la-surduc-part-2.html' title='amintiri de la Surduc - part 2'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279675484134935523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://poli.tm.ro/forum/download/file.php?avatar=3862.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15209989.post-112504639171892872</id><published>2005-08-26T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T01:53:11.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bitches... hoes</title><content type='html'>Well I rather get an ugly bitch then a fine bitch, cause an ugly bitch dont want ya but a fine bitch want all ya shit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15209989-112504639171892872?l=kaynix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://poli.tm.ro/forum/download/file.php?avatar=3862.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15209989.post-112504137170855312</id><published>2005-08-26T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T00:29:31.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gandindu-ma la tine</title><content type='html'>dragostea m-a orbit&lt;br /&gt;  nu pot rupe vraja&lt;br /&gt;  nu am nici un fel de putere in starea care sunt&lt;br /&gt;  sunt mult prea indragostit de tine&lt;br /&gt;  tot ce tine de tine ma face sa nu dorm... sa ma gandesc numai la ce&lt;br /&gt;  faci tu&lt;br /&gt;  eshti singurul lucru pe care-l vad ... de care am nevoie&lt;br /&gt;  oare imi pierd mintile&lt;br /&gt;  m-am pierdut in ochii tai&lt;br /&gt;  ma gadesc doar la ce faci tu&lt;br /&gt;  sunt nebun dupa tine&lt;br /&gt;  simt ca ma voi scufunda ca o piatra in mare...&lt;br /&gt;  nimeni oare nu ma poate ajuta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='32' src='http://poli.tm.ro/forum/download/file.php?avatar=3862.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15209989.post-112504050842818451</id><published>2005-08-26T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T00:15:08.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>s-a oprit ceasul</title><content type='html'>ma simt ca shi cand totu s-ar fi oprit in momentu despartirii&lt;br /&gt;  ca shi cand nimic nu mai exista dupa acel moment&lt;br /&gt;  nu mai e nici un prezent nici un viitor, nimic&lt;br /&gt;  efectiv mi s-au taiat aripile&lt;br /&gt;  tot ce fac, fac mecanic&lt;br /&gt;  nimic nu mai imi provoaca bucurie sau placere&lt;br /&gt;  shi de mancat parca manc numa ca sa nu mor de foame&lt;br /&gt;  care e logica in toate astea?&lt;br /&gt;  nu shtiu, nu mai exista logica.&lt;br /&gt;  Sa dramatizez eu totu?&lt;br /&gt;  de aia sa nu am chef sa ma trezesc dimineata?&lt;br /&gt;  de aia nu am pofta sa mananc?&lt;br /&gt;  de aia nu-mi mai doresc nimic?&lt;br /&gt;  de aia nu mai imi trezeshte nimic interesul?&lt;br /&gt;  de aia nu pot da drumul la ce a fost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  chiar daca m-ai parasit atunci cand am avut mai mare nevoie de tine,&lt;br /&gt;  nu pot sa imi revars furia asupra ta, te iubesc prea mult pentru a&lt;br /&gt;  faca asta, shi deci probabil ca toata furia se va revarsa asupra&lt;br /&gt;  mea, cine shtie poate cand nu voi avea nimic poate atunci ma voi&lt;br /&gt;  putea ridica din nou, poate ca doar daca nu voi mai avea nici un fel&lt;br /&gt;  de perspectiva poate atunci ma voi trezi la realitate shi voi putea&lt;br /&gt;  merge inainte din nou, sau ma voi opri de tot.&lt;br /&gt;  Sti am tot sperat ca daca imi iau licenta shi trec peste hopul asta&lt;br /&gt;  poate ca te vei intoarce la mine, dar realizez ca nu e loc de asha&lt;br /&gt;  ceva, singur mod in care am mai putea fi impreuna ar fi intr-o alta&lt;br /&gt;  viata. Nimic nu ar mai putea repara cele intamplate, shi oricum cu&lt;br /&gt;  siguranta ca nu ar mai putea fi cum a fost, tocmai de aia&lt;br /&gt;  posibilitatea de a fi din nou impreuna este sub zero. Asta e un&lt;br /&gt;  lucru care ma scoate din sarite, niciodata nu am vazut o chestie la&lt;br /&gt;  care sa nu am sorti de izbanda, sa nu am nici un fel de shansa, nici&lt;br /&gt;  macar teoretica, sa fie un NU mare, e de neconceput, shi totushi&lt;br /&gt;  adevarat :) parca ash avea un zid in fata, de care imi vine sa dau&lt;br /&gt;  cu capu pana pica, ori zidu ori capu :)&lt;br /&gt;  Totu pare asha de ireal&lt;br /&gt;  In paralel ma gandesc la promisiunile facute unul celuilalt...&lt;br /&gt;  oare chiar au fost cuvinte spuse in vant, ca in filme :) oare am&lt;br /&gt;  fost eu asha de naiv?&lt;br /&gt;  shi cand imi vine in minte "cateodata dragostea nu e deajuns"&lt;br /&gt;  imi vine sa sparg tot in jurul meu ... grrrrr&lt;br /&gt;  shi totodata nu am dece... asta ma enerveaza&lt;br /&gt;  Poate am vazut prea multe filme, citit prea multe carti de dragoste,&lt;br /&gt;  shi am inceput ca shi copiii aia care de prea multa joaca pe&lt;br /&gt;  calculator au inceput sashi impushte colegii.. am inceput sa cred&lt;br /&gt;  intr-o dragoste care nu a existat... pentru ca daca ar fi existat nu&lt;br /&gt;  ar fi incetat niciodata...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15209989-112504050842818451?l=kaynix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaynix.blogspot.com/feeds/112504050842818451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15209989&amp;postID=112504050842818451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15209989/posts/default/112504050842818451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15209989/posts/default/112504050842818451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaynix.blogspot.com/2005/08/s-oprit-ceasul.html' title='s-a oprit ceasul'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279675484134935523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://poli.tm.ro/forum/download/file.php?avatar=3862.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15209989.post-112437141726008813</id><published>2005-08-18T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T23:34:40.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>amintiri de la Surduc -part 1</title><content type='html'>am hotarat sa ma incerc a scrie shi in romana ... ca, de, roman is :)&lt;br /&gt;ca sa trec direct la subiect... pentru cine intereseaza ... shi mai ales pentru mine ... ca sa nu mai trebuiasca sa duc cu mine amintirea acestui weekend ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plecarea era la ora 20, vineri&lt;br /&gt;binenteles planurile erau facute .. sa fim vreo 9-10 .. cu vreo 2-3 mashini ... dar vineri pe la 16 s-au pus toti sa contramandeze ... ca nu e vreme .. ca nu au masina ... ala bala portocala... eu mi-am bagat picioru shi am zis ca merg shi singur ...&lt;br /&gt;Radu nebun cum e ... zice la fel ... mergem numai noi trei&lt;br /&gt;care trei... aflasem ca i-a sosit pretena din regat fix vineri dimineata :&gt; surpriza ;)&lt;br /&gt;eu aveam de stat la job pana la 19 deci am insarcinat-o pe maicamea sa-mi faca cumparaturile ... in ideea sa nu sau eu bani pe mancare ;) shi a ramas Radu sa cumpere alcoholul :)) adica neshte bere shi o jumate de vodka Bartenders de lamaie, asta era esential pentru ca aveam degand sa inoptam in cort... abia am reushit sa-l conving pe Radu ca ne ajunge o jumate... :)) ca eu nu-s alcoholic&lt;br /&gt;ajung acas ... imi fac repede bagajele ... imi pun vreo 2 paturi groase sa fiu sigur ca nu inghet noaptea in cort ... ma uit la punga cu prezervative ... nah ... nu are rost ... ocupa prea mult loc :)... imi iau periuta shi pasta de dinti ... slipul ... un stricou shi un short ... prosopul de baie ... gata de plecat...&lt;br /&gt;il sun pe Radu ... asta nu e gata ... ca imediat... grrrr&lt;br /&gt;shit&lt;br /&gt;nu mai am rabdare ...&lt;br /&gt;nu am ce face&lt;br /&gt;ma duc pana la Radu, sa il stresez ... ca oricum sta aproape de mine&lt;br /&gt;asta e in baie ... ma intampina G, pretena lui :), o dulce&lt;br /&gt;ea gata aranjata ... numa asta ... e inca in baie :)) ca deobicei&lt;br /&gt;am stat pe capu lor otara .. pana cand ... m-am plictisit ... din nou ... asha ca m-am dus la Still sa-mi iau ciocolata ... sa-mi ridice moralul, mi-am luat 2 Mars si 2 Bounty shi m-am intors acas...&lt;br /&gt;am zis ca le-am luat pentru Surduc ... dar le-am mancat cat ai zice peste uitanduma la tv ... shi ashteptand un semn de viata de la Radu&lt;br /&gt;in sfarshit vine asta la mine ... luam bagajele .... vine shi taicasau cu mashina ... incarcam o dacie papuc descoperita ... :))&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;br /&gt;mai tarziu o sa ne para rau&lt;br /&gt;deja se facuse ora 21 cred&lt;br /&gt;cica ... sa mai trecem shi pe la camin sa mai ia G neste paturi ca nu se shtie :))&lt;br /&gt;pana la urma pe la 2130 am iesit din oras in drum spre lugoj ... drum in lucru ... tampiti care depasesc fara sa se uite ... shi pe deasupra .. il vad pe shoferu nostru cum deschide o doza de bere .... hmmm din momentul ala nu am mai fost curios sa ma uit la drum :))&lt;br /&gt;shi m-a apucat un somn ... wow ... era sa adorm peste G, shi cred ca shi ea peste mine ... dar mi-am redresat pozitia...&lt;br /&gt;intr-un final ajungem prin zona surducului ... traian vuia.... eu shtiu ce mai satucuri pe acolo ...&lt;br /&gt;pe care drum sa o luam ... R inspirat, fiind shi copilot da nishte indicatii tampite ... ca ajungem intr-un shant ... ahh .. am uitat sa mentionez un lucru esential ... de la lugoj incoaci ploua ... rupere de nori ... iar bagajele ... ce sa mai ...&lt;br /&gt;noroc ca era 4x4 dacia noastra .. shi am reushit sa ieshim fara prea mari eforturi ... iar la a treia incercare am intrat pe drumu care trebuie ... shi am ajuns .... la locu cu pricina unde se pot intinde corturile ... dar ce sa intinzi .. ca ploua ... alundeca ... e ud ... nashpa ... &lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;hotararam sa cautam gazda ... &lt;br /&gt;mergem la o baba ... Barabash B ...ne trage aia un pret 40 lei de caciula pentru 2 nopti ... wow&lt;br /&gt;ce sa faci ... mie imi fugea gandul .. ca mai bine mergem la Herculane unde R avea o Vila shi nu plateam nimic ... dar nha ...&lt;br /&gt;ne revizuim optiunile ... shi pana la urma scoatem banii shi platim baba ... si ne cazeaza intr-o camera de 2x3 cu un singur pat cu 4 locuri ... &lt;br /&gt;sigur nu o sa ne inghesuim :))&lt;br /&gt;pe terasa ne ashteapta alaiul de fete ... una mica deja era turtita, rupta de beata ... sau se prefacea ca sa atraga atentia :))&lt;br /&gt;ne punem shi noi la masa ... desfacem o punga de chipsuri ... shi neshte bere ...&lt;br /&gt;eu eram rupt de somn ... shi de foame ...&lt;br /&gt;dar numa chef de chipsuri si de bere nu aveam chef&lt;br /&gt;vad ca se holbeaza tipele la noi ... hmmm ... dar is prea obosit ca sa le fac fata ... asha ca imi anunt in gura mare retragerea "eu ma duc sa ma culc"&lt;br /&gt;cine shtie poate vroia una sa ma insoteasca :))&lt;br /&gt;shi dus am fost ... intr-un final au venit shi R si G ... dar ca sa vezi ... handicapatii aialalti chitzcaiau .. se fugareau prin paturi .. nu shtiu ce faceau ... dar nu am prea reushit sa dorm decat dupa ora 3&lt;br /&gt;frig peste noate&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;paturile mele erau ude&lt;br /&gt;m-am invelit pana la urma cu o patura ... necunoscuta ... sperand sa nu fie cu purici sau alte lacuste ... am dormit dus ...&lt;br /&gt;trezirea la 1000, spalarea pe dinti ... shi hai sa schimbam impresii&lt;br /&gt;eram curios totushi daca mi sa parut mie sau chiar era cateva cu ochii pe noi ... mda R imi confirma .. ca erau 2 tipe care se uitau la mine... shi ca am fost fraier ca m-am dus sa ma culc :))&lt;br /&gt;replica mea seaca ... ca pot sa se uite shi azi la mine ... shi inca azi am degand sa ma dezbrac ... deci au ce vedea :))&lt;br /&gt;bine faza era ca fetele venisera nu singure ci cu neshte baieti de baieti ... tot din TM, asha ca interesul meu era egal cu zero, dar eram curios sa observ comportamentul lor in situatia data :)&lt;br /&gt;nu m-am prezentat nu nimic ... pentru ca nu am considerat necesar ... in plus incepeam sa am o tot mai proasta parere despre moralitatea fetelor respective...&lt;br /&gt;nha ... am mancat de dimineata .. toti ne urau pofta buna .. alea alea ...&lt;br /&gt;next&lt;br /&gt;hai sa ne balacim ...&lt;br /&gt;hai sa jucam "bergmington"&lt;br /&gt;merem pe ponton... shi zdup in apa... wow ma simteam ca pestele in apa :)) mai ales ca era mare&lt;br /&gt;nu am mai intrat la apa asha mare .. de f multa vreme :))&lt;br /&gt;shi m-am dus .. facand pluta pe spate ... pana ... hat departe ...&lt;br /&gt;i love it .. cand nu mai simt pamantu sub picioare&lt;br /&gt;R in chimba facea pe mironosita shi ii vorbea de sherpi shi somni mari cat bradu :)) shi nu vroia sa intre in apa .. sa jucam o prinsa ceva :))&lt;br /&gt;G nu shtia sa inoate ... pana la urma am convinso sa intre ... shi m-am oferit sa o invat sa inoate ... dar frica era prea mare ... iar gelozia lu R shi mai mare :))&lt;br /&gt;am ieshit ... am jucat cu G "badminton" pana cand am simtit ca nu mai merge ... shi ca tre sa ma realimentez .. asha ca ne-am hotarat sa merge la masa .. sa ne facem micii... cica azi e randu meu la mici ....:)) am desfacut o caserola de 17mici shi dai shi afumai :))&lt;br /&gt;ce bine a picat o bere dupa asta wow&lt;br /&gt;shi era doar 1400 hmmm ce facem next ... hai ne plimbam prin imprejurimi ... chef de bronzat nu aveam ... asha ca lets go ...&lt;br /&gt;am mancat neshte mere verzi ... shi am simtit o chemare brusca spre cabana :))&lt;br /&gt;am mai dat neshte telefoane sa le facem in ciuda la cei care nu or venit ..&lt;br /&gt;shi iar pe ponton ... iar in apa ...&lt;br /&gt;dar de data asta nha ... ca erau shi fetele zglobi pe ponton .. toples... la bronzat .... hmmm nimic impresionant sau memorabil ...&lt;br /&gt;ceva de clatit ochii atata tot&lt;br /&gt;vad in larg doua tipe pe o saltea plutind in larg ... ma duc inot dupa ele ... poate astea macar is singure .. fara bodyguarzi :))&lt;br /&gt;ce fac fetele .. alea alea ... ce bine inoti ... alea alea ...&lt;br /&gt;dar s-au intors cu fata la mine ... shi mai bine nu o faceau ...&lt;br /&gt;era sa ma inec ... asha ca m-am intors rapidos la ponton ...&lt;br /&gt;R: nha ce-i cu ele ... nu vin cu noi? :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: nuh&lt;br /&gt;am luat o barca ... shi am zis sa ii caut pe neshte preteni care cica shi ei erau la Surduc .... hmmm cel mai ushor mergi pe lac shi incepi sa strigi :)) ... zis shi facut&lt;br /&gt;am luat barca ... R binenteles s-a oferit sa vasleasca ... ca doar a facut caiaccanoe :)) eu m-am pus la carma ... adica ... ii impuneam ritmul ... ha ... ha .... ha :)) shi o luam spre baraj, in ciuda impotrivirii lui G care facea pe ea de frica :)) deshi avea legata in juru ei vesta de salvare :)&lt;br /&gt;din cand in cand mai strigam: ROBI .... numele pretenului care trebuia sa fie pe undeva pe aici :)) shi deodata ce sa vezi ... pe un ponton ... un fost coleg de faculta ... i-am shi uitat numele asha ca...: BAHA... BAHAA :)) normal ca i-am atras atentia .. la care asta ... AHHA AHG :)) hai sa-ti fac o poza ... cu berea in mana ... a ieshit o poza super in mijlocu Surducului&lt;br /&gt;la intoarcere mai greu ... ca cica e randu meu sa dau la vasle ... ca R shi-a facut o beshica in palma... asha de vanjos a tras la rame :)) &lt;br /&gt;acu sa vezi distractie ... din cauza curentilor .. shi a faptului ca eram pentru prima data intr-o barca :)) mergeam in zig-zag... lucru care desigur atragea atentia ... shi pana la urma am reushit cu ajutorul lui G sa fim saluati de neste fetite dragute, singure ... dar expira timpu ... asha ca ne-am intors la pontonu nostru ... unde am tras o parcare ca la carte :))&lt;br /&gt;era vreo 1700 shi ne-am pus sa facem a doua tura de mici ... de data asta .. era randu lor sa faca micii .. asha ca eu m-am pus pe un balansoar ... langa o pisica alba ... care torcea in draci langa mine ... shi ashtptam mancare :))&lt;br /&gt;ce mishto e sa te uiti la altii cum lucra :))&lt;br /&gt;in sfarshit ma sunat Robi ... ca vine la noi ... sa ne viziteze :))&lt;br /&gt;le-am promis o bere ... deshi nu eram sigr ca mai avem atatea ... dar nha :))&lt;br /&gt;dupa masa ... berea ... shi mergem mai in sus sa ne intalnim cu ei ...&lt;br /&gt;finaly ne-am gasit ... :))&lt;br /&gt;le-am prezentat cabana noastra :)) ... pontonul :)) shi atat :))&lt;br /&gt;- ah ... am uitat sa mentionez ca fetele buclucashe or plecat la discoteca in lugoj :)) shi ne-or chemat shi pe noi ... la care eu ... mda .. venim .. ashtemtatine :)) -&lt;br /&gt;cu ce sa-i servesc pe astia .. erau 3 baieti shi o fata... noi eram 2 b shi o f... cu ce speli gatul a 5 b shi 2 f? cu vodka clar :))&lt;br /&gt;am impartit frateshte vodka ce o mai ramas ...&lt;br /&gt;shi dai ... &lt;br /&gt;nebunii ashtia or mai avut shi neste "weed" ;)&lt;br /&gt;asha ca s-a lasat cu rasete ... de sor trezit shi peshti&lt;br /&gt;vodka sa terminat ... dar parca mai trebuia .. asha ca s-a sacrificat unu sa mearga sa mai aduca ... sa faca aprovizionarea ...&lt;br /&gt;inca o jumate de vodka s-a dus ... deja imiera clad .... asha ca m-am aruncat in lac ... brrrr... da recei ... bun m-a racorit o fi deajuns ... :))&lt;br /&gt;G se suparase pe R ca trase doua fumuri shi nha ... eu pe de alta parte am refuzat :)) deci nha ... shi dintr-o data unde e G ... nu e&lt;br /&gt;ma duc .. o gasesc cu ochii umflati de plans .. alea alea ... la care imi zice ... ceva ca ce sa faca cu R decat sa-i dea papucii ... hmmm&lt;br /&gt;im smart shi i-o pasez inapoi ... ca asta tre sa vb cu el nu cu mine :P&lt;br /&gt;ma intorc pe ponton ... R era rupt in gura, muci :))&lt;br /&gt;ii zic sa mearga sa o caute .. ca asta o plecat in padure :))&lt;br /&gt;asta ... las-o ca vine ea inapoi :))&lt;br /&gt;damn ...&lt;br /&gt;nu puteam sa merg eu dupa ea ... ca nu era pretena mea...&lt;br /&gt;deci&lt;br /&gt;ii bag duma&lt;br /&gt;vezi ca a zis ca iti da papucii...&lt;br /&gt;atat o fost... so luat R shi s-a dus dupa ea .. sa o caute :))&lt;br /&gt;vodka s-a terminat... asha ca preteni or luat-o spre mashina ...&lt;br /&gt;ii conduc ... cu o sticla de apa plata in mana ... :))&lt;br /&gt;shi dam peste cei doi indragostiti :)) &lt;br /&gt;rasuflu ushurat .. ca a gasit-o :))&lt;br /&gt;le promit la astia ca ne vedem shi maine ... ca vin cu barca pe la ei ... ei aveau cabana fix in partea opusa barajului :))&lt;br /&gt;shi ma intorc singur la cabana ...&lt;br /&gt;ce draq sa faci singur ... bine dispus dupa putina vodka ... ma duc pe terasa .. la fete :))&lt;br /&gt;ah ... ma supar shi ma auto prezint :))&lt;br /&gt;glumim ... alea alea ... ca doar eram bine dispus...&lt;br /&gt;una dintre ele se tot lauda ... ca ea de vineri nu mai are preten :)) (adica fix de cand am ajuns noi acolo :)&lt;br /&gt;vroiam sa ii zic ca nu ma intere ... dar nha .. subiectul avea audienta .. pentru ca R si G se certasera ... asha ca nha...&lt;br /&gt;in fine ... vine shi R dar fara G ... wow... unde e G ce ai facut cu ea ... alea alea .. toate tipele cu gura pe R .. rasu curcii&lt;br /&gt;imi aducea aminte de lupu moralist :)))&lt;br /&gt;dar nha .. le lasam sa-shi dea importanta ca se simteau bine :))&lt;br /&gt;la intrebarea ... de unde suntem ... eu foarte inspirat: mie rushina sa zic ... din Centru :))&lt;br /&gt;rasete ... alea alea &lt;br /&gt;ma rog ... multe imi scapa .. pe semne ca eram f bine dispus :))&lt;br /&gt;ca sa aflam .. ca baietii lor erau plecati de ceva ore .. dupa inghetata pentru fete :))))) mda&lt;br /&gt;se intorc astia cu o falca-n cer shi una in pamant cand ne vad pe mine shi pe R la masa cu fetele lor :))&lt;br /&gt;eu ma iau .. ma ridic ... ashtia ca nu stai ...&lt;br /&gt;zic .. nu ca e tarziu .. alea alea ... R rupt cum era .... hai mai bea ... unde pleci ... :))&lt;br /&gt;in fine ... cu greu am reushit sa-l urnesc ... shi sa-l pun sa mearga sa borasca ... sa se trezeasca otara ... &lt;br /&gt;shi&lt;br /&gt;somn&lt;br /&gt;ce somn&lt;br /&gt;ca ashtia or inceput sa se certe ... intre ei ...&lt;br /&gt;care astia ... vecinii de palier&lt;br /&gt;:)))&lt;br /&gt;... urmeaza ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15209989-112437141726008813?l=kaynix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaynix.blogspot.com/feeds/112437141726008813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15209989&amp;postID=112437141726008813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15209989/posts/default/112437141726008813'/><link 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more than 10 days free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15209989-112411878221781181?l=kaynix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaynix.blogspot.com/feeds/112411878221781181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15209989&amp;postID=112411878221781181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15209989/posts/default/112411878221781181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15209989/posts/default/112411878221781181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaynix.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-i-want.html' title='what i want'/><author><name>Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04279675484134935523</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://poli.tm.ro/forum/download/file.php?avatar=3862.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15209989.post-112411622426028682</id><published>2005-08-15T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T07:30:24.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surduc</title><content type='html'>ah ... it was a rainy day ... a rainy night&lt;br /&gt;at the end it was a very nice weekend&lt;br /&gt;and now im sad cause its over :( and im back at work&lt;br /&gt;i want more&lt;br /&gt;wy cant i have what i want, what i like ... hmmm&lt;br /&gt;damn, shity life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15209989-112411622426028682?l=kaynix.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://poli.tm.ro/forum/download/file.php?avatar=3862.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15209989.post-112369267250695345</id><published>2005-08-10T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T09:53:09.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a sunny day</title><content type='html'>like i sead... the next day will be batter .. and it was :)&lt;br /&gt;maybe because the sun is up :))&lt;br /&gt;maybe because i hoppe to go out in the weekend&lt;br /&gt;lets see what happens next :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15209989-112369267250695345?l=kaynix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaynix.blogspot.com/feeds/112369267250695345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>how can i make the time go bye :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what shoul i do ?...  &lt;br /&gt;i write this down maybe someday i get the point of it&lt;br /&gt;maybe someday i will have a good ideer how to get tru this bored days&lt;br /&gt;its like i dont even want to think... about something/nothing&lt;br /&gt;i have hear a magazine about linux stuff, but its old ... i have read it more then onece... so thats nothing interesting&lt;br /&gt;k i have the internet so i could surf the web for something phuny or so ... but i dont, wy?&lt;br /&gt;do i enjoy my misery?&lt;br /&gt;i did not get one phonecall,.. only from my mam&lt;br /&gt;should i call every bitch in my addressbook? just to make phun of them...&lt;br /&gt;nah... i dont like to be the bad guy :))&lt;br /&gt;still there is nothing that could interest me...&lt;br /&gt;should i consult my psihologist?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;maybe this is the problem, i dont have a psihologist :)&lt;br /&gt;but if i had, it would be a women,... blonde ... tall ... hmmm&lt;br /&gt;damn .. im faling asleep&lt;br /&gt;and there is no customer calling :(&lt;br /&gt;i could make fun of them :)&lt;br /&gt;but nothing&lt;br /&gt;its like in a graveyard ... no sound... only the computers and me :)&lt;br /&gt;so i could say that the computer is my best friend ... damn&lt;br /&gt;im lame&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;is it because i have no girl?&lt;br /&gt;but hey ... there are so many out there that have no gf and they seam happy :))&lt;br /&gt;what? i cant make it without a bitch?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;if so... thats sad&lt;br /&gt;i realy fell a litle bit lonely, but im used to it ... &lt;br /&gt;fuck this world, maybe the next one will be batter :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15209989-112360341830390490?l=kaynix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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just want to sleep&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;lets see how it will be tomorow&lt;br /&gt;maybe tomorow its my lucky day :) and i dont have to go to work :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15209989-112360187525105006?l=kaynix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaynix.blogspot.com/feeds/112360187525105006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15209989&amp;postID=112360187525105006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15209989/posts/default/112360187525105006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15209989/posts/default/112360187525105006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaynix.blogspot.com/2005/08/bored.html' 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