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Yet another brief excerpt from my twisted mind:

The road not taken.
The time wasted.
The sights seen.
The pictures taken.
The world not understood.
The opportunities not grasped.
The bad things done.
The good things done.
The projects accomplished.
The art created.
The mind is one. Use it wisely. Let it slip once in a while. But once slipped off the edge, don't forget to come back to reality.

Meanwhile...

Amu' o dam pa aia cu meanwhile...

Vorba vine...

E vineri, deci, implicit, si programare pe Linux + cafea. Dar azi, spre deosebire de celelalte zile cu programari pa Linux, mai este si un jurnal. N-am mai scris de mult pe aici. Timpul nu mi-a permis. S-a scumpit (timpul). Nu imi mai permit sa fac (cu el) ce faceam in liceu: adica sa ma duc sa fotografiez diverse, sa stau pe DevaArt et al.

Plus ca, din 5 intra sesiunea: 3 examene practice + 1 colocviu + 4 examene scrise. Vorba lui John Lennon: "Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans..."

Asa ca, acestea fiind spuse, ma intorc in conul de umbra (ma cheama inapoi). Pe curand, (whenever that might be)...

Breaking News: E cod galben.

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O scurta joaca cu o poza s-a transformat in incercarea de a simula acele pictoriale optzeciste din "almanahe", ce infatisau "faurirea drumului catre progres al Republicii". Ce a iesit, vedeti mai jos:

Oh, the joy...

So, I'm sitting here, waiting for the coffee to kick in... Admit it. You love coffee. The scent of roasted beans ignites your every fiber. The sheer euphoria you get from one sip cannot be matched by anything (that is, of course, if you aren't addicted to chocolate). Fifteen minutes later, the world is your oyster. Every effort is trivial. Every thought is coherent. Programming an ADT is child's play.

However, this precious liquid generates addiction. Every impulse comes under its control. You cannot fight it. Its grasp is tight... The horizon narrows. The energy is drained. Headaches kick in. You feel powerless. Random thoughts occur... Then you go for the second cup...

Fortunately, my journey into the glorious world of coffee stops with the first cup. If there truly is a national emergency, I go for the second. Fortunately, that has happened only once so far.

As far as the issue of photography goes, I'm (still) waiting for the snow to melt so that I can shoot something other than railway spikes and bridges. For those of you that do not know, yes I shoot trains (hah!) and other railway-related items. A sample is provided below (this is a photo blog, after all):

So, this pretty much sums up my winter-time-photo-related activities. As far as faculty (college) goes, I finally got the scholarship I was aiming for, thus making this semester more "relaxed-in-approach". But, as one would put it: "You may have won the battle, but the war isn't over yet." - One.

RO: Mama, ce skin oranj albastru mi-am tras. Ala vechi s-a pierdut pe vecie. Asa ca, va recomand sa va puneti ochelarii de soare inainte de a citi.

So, in essence, semester 2 of faculty makes semester 1 seem trivial. For those who are not yet accustomed to life in a 16-bit nutshell (also known as attending a Computer Science-ish faculty), here are some excerpts from the things I have gathered inside my skull for the past few weeks:

-> It is safe to assume that Computer Science implies a high amount of mathematics (Algebra, Analysis, Dynamic Systems and what not...). Also, in this manner, it is safe to assume that Computer Sceince implies a lot of programming (Pascal, Assembly, C++, and other well known letters of the English alphabet). Naturally, around 10% of the above will actually serve a purpose later on.

-> Google is your friend!!2!! Most of what is taught in faculty can be found in one form or another on the Internet.

-> Coffee is of paramount importance. I, for one, never leave home without a sip. Works well during rainy days and during afternoon seminars.

-> There always is room for worse. Just when you thought the exam session is over, the second one comes knocking at the door (I am referring here to the "mark-increasing-session"; I guess it has something to do with the Bologna system).

And, alas, there are other things to be told about the glorious life of a student in the glorious nation of RO, but on another, less formal, occasion.