<?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-13065585</id><updated>2011-10-07T21:33:02.738+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Life - always a mystery</title><subtitle type='html'>I was born some years ago, 23 to be exact, in Constanta, Romania. After hundreds of journeys and many thousands of miles... I'm still somewhere on the road.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01019291830346657674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13065585.post-8741975707896482414</id><published>2010-08-21T13:18:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T13:18:49.168+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I should probably break the habit of writing on this blog just every year or so. :)) There are also other bad habits I should lose.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It's funny how things seem to change the most when you try not to change at all. Yes, I am not a big fan of change. Sometimes it just seems easier to go with the flow. But I can't do that. It would feel like abandoning myself. So I try to keep things the way they are in any given moment. Sadly, this includes my weaknesses, my mistakes, my vices.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Herakleitos of Ephesus (c. 535-475 BC) once said: change is alone unchanging. He's also the guy that established&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;the term&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Logos (λόγος)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;in Western philosophy as meaning both the source and fundamental order of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Cosmos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;. I'm guessing he had a very good intuition. Or maybe Someone inspired him to use a word that would have such great meaning, starting 2000 years ago. I guess he had no idea what would come after his death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I think the key is to change without changing. It's one of the base principles of the Church. It's what God did when he became Man.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I just have to figure out how this applies to myself. And it ain't gonna be easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13065585-8741975707896482414?l=iandrona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/feeds/8741975707896482414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13065585&amp;postID=8741975707896482414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/8741975707896482414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/8741975707896482414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/2010/08/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>Julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01019291830346657674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13065585.post-5834978932753702080</id><published>2009-09-23T23:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T23:49:53.987+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that happen around us</title><content type='html'>When I get up in the morning, I open the following web pages: gmail, cnn, bbc, and wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;I gave up on local news a long time ago. I'd bet that if I stop watching tv for a year, and then turn it on for news in Romania, nothing will be new.&lt;br /&gt;We'll be having presidential elections this November, and there's absolutely no one to vote for.&lt;br /&gt;Here, things seem to go only one way: down. On a global level, on the other hand, interesting things happen.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's somewhat true that we are the product of our surroundings and environment. And I like to blame this for my lack on enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downloaded the first episode of House, season 6. Boy, did I miss that guy. Apart from his atheism, I find we have many things in common. Ok, his atheism and the fact he's not real. Yet art inspires itself from real life, and vice versa. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13065585-5834978932753702080?l=iandrona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/feeds/5834978932753702080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13065585&amp;postID=5834978932753702080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/5834978932753702080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/5834978932753702080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-that-happen-around-us.html' title='Things that happen around us'/><author><name>Julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01019291830346657674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13065585.post-6610479171987790091</id><published>2009-09-22T22:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T22:59:07.352+03:00</updated><title type='text'>part two</title><content type='html'>I &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;have&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; changed. For better and for worse. There are so many things to update on my profile. Movies, music, books. Minor things that have to be done.&lt;br /&gt;In these last two years I think music has been almost my only refuge. Music and trying to figure out what His great plan is, and how it involves me.&lt;br /&gt;It took me years to figure out what I had known in theory for so many years. It happened this Easter, it was cold, I was freezing, we were on the sea shore at Mangalia... there was more than an hour left until the religious service. So I went with a friend from the choir in search of a place were we could drink something hot, and get warm. And that is what we did; a cup of hot coffee and a shot of vodka did the trick.&lt;br /&gt;We went outside, walking along the beach, and I was contemplating on a cigarette and asking myself: what the ... am I doing here?&lt;br /&gt;And then came midnight. And the priest said: come and receive the Light! And again, for a second and third time. In that moment we started singing 'Christ is risen from the dead...'&lt;br /&gt;Where were all the people. Where did the wind and cold go?&lt;br /&gt;In that moment, it hit me: God loves me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13065585-6610479171987790091?l=iandrona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/feeds/6610479171987790091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13065585&amp;postID=6610479171987790091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/6610479171987790091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/6610479171987790091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/2009/09/part-two.html' title='part two'/><author><name>Julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01019291830346657674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13065585.post-8914723189695248453</id><published>2009-09-22T22:42:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T22:42:31.024+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again</title><content type='html'>Hopefully for a while longer, not just a single post. Many things have happened these last 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;Milestones on a path I'm not so sure of.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say there was something for me to learn from all of this... I'm still figuring things out.&lt;br /&gt;The thing that changed me the most was the battle against cancer that my mother, sadly, lost last year.&lt;br /&gt;God rest her soul with the saints.&lt;br /&gt;It's been mostly down hill since.&lt;br /&gt;I went to visit my brother in the USA about a month ago. Going away for a while felt good. And it did a lot of good. Suddenly things seemed a little brighter. Maybe there is a light at the end of this tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;One thing is for sure, something is changing, and I along with it.&lt;br /&gt;New questions and conclusions about "Life, the universe and everything" (the quote the title of a book by Douglas Adams :P ) await answers/comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13065585-8914723189695248453?l=iandrona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/feeds/8914723189695248453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13065585&amp;postID=8914723189695248453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/8914723189695248453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/8914723189695248453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-again.html' title='Back again'/><author><name>Julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01019291830346657674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13065585.post-4269357340289161346</id><published>2007-09-17T21:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T22:27:37.486+03:00</updated><title type='text'>still here...</title><content type='html'>and God willing, maybe I'll still be here tomorrow. Or maybe not. It's been a long and painful 9 months since I last posted. Hopefully I'll be keeping my blog up 2 date from now on.&lt;br /&gt;I've just finished the Eastern Orthodox Theological Seminar in Tulcea, so it seems i'll be home more often.&lt;br /&gt;This is a good moment to explain the Romanian schooling system. First of all we have 12 grades.&lt;br /&gt;The primary cycle, grades 1 to 4. The gymnasial cycle, grades 5 to 8. After the 8th grade there used to be an exam (Romanian Language and Literature, maths, Romanian History or Geography-you got to choose), which I took. Now they've replaced it with somethin'... then there is the 'liceu' from the latin &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lyceum or &lt;/span&gt;from the greek &lt;i&gt;Lykeion,&lt;/i&gt; from neuter of &lt;i&gt;lykeios,  &lt;/i&gt;with grades 9 to 12 (or 13 in my case. In my time the seminary had 5 years. Now it has 4 like the others). Then there's the national exam commonly known as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'bacalaureat'&lt;/span&gt;. Which I also took, with a grade of 9.63 (10 being the highest). :P Then there's the university, which consists of several institutions called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'facultate' (singular form mentioned here, plural form actually used). &lt;/span&gt;Usually written in english as 'faculty' althoug I'm not 100% sure it's the correct translation.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ovidius &lt;/span&gt;University from Constanta, Romania, has several faculties, (Law, Medicin, Theology, Economy -A.S.E for short- a Conservatory, and others). Sure, it's not the best in the country, but it's home. :D&lt;br /&gt;Right know I chose Theology (Eastern Orthodox) and Letters (the english for Litere) which has several branches of study. I chose languages and literatures, more precisely Romanian and Russian, or German, as my second option. If there aren't enough candidates at romanian-russian then there will be no such class and I'll end up studying german. I could have picked english or italian or something else. But I thought: I know english, and if I want to study its' literature, i just have to read it. And I don't need italian. Yet i love russian choral music, and i liked some russian literature translated into romanian, so why not russian? And if it can't be russian (because russians are still regarded as the enemy which i think is stupid, so not many people want to study the language) then german might be useful.&lt;br /&gt;Yet two faculties studied simultaneously can be difficult. So I might give up on one, if i can't handle it.&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't intended to be a long post. But since it's been so long since i last wrote here, it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that "i'll be back" ;)&lt;br /&gt;have a blessed and nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13065585-4269357340289161346?l=iandrona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/feeds/4269357340289161346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13065585&amp;postID=4269357340289161346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/4269357340289161346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/4269357340289161346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/2007/09/still-here.html' title='still here...'/><author><name>Julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01019291830346657674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13065585.post-2344254276967764567</id><published>2006-12-31T16:12:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T16:40:29.794+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering heroes</title><content type='html'>It's december 31'st. We thing of the future, we think of prosperity. We rarely think about the past. We forget our heroes. I'm refering to heroes in general, not belonging to one nation or country.&lt;br /&gt;In the second world war the soviet uniont fought against Nazi Germany and won. I dare to say  socialism was a better fate than being a nazi.  We have here in Romania, in several cities, graves of the heroes of the war. There are usually two sections, the romanians and the soviets.&lt;br /&gt;People tend to forget about the russians. Why? Sure the regime was totalitarian and atheist, but what about the people? Sure, they were educated in the totalitarian atheist manner, but this doesn't mean they were cruel and inhuman and non-religious.&lt;br /&gt;I once found the text of a letter found upon the body of an anonymous soviet soldier. I'll try to translate it sometime the next couple of days. He was brought up an atheist. His regiment was about to attack the next day, and looking at the night sky, he woke up from the nightmare that was his life, to discover God as the Creator of all that exists. He ends his letter: "The battle will be fierce, tonight maybe I will be knocking at Your door. I know I've never been Your friend. Will you let me in when I arrive? [...] But I do not cry. You can see what has happened, my eyes have been opened oh Lord! I go and will surely never return, but what a wonder (or perhaps I could translate: miracle) I do not fear death anymore!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows how many soldiers were like him? Discovering God on the battlefield or worshiping the True God in secret. Let us pray to the Lord for their salvation. In Christianity the first name is important. These are the names of the soldiers from the Heroes' Cemetery in Tulcea, the city where I study. (I will have to write down the names of those from my hometown, Constanta, too.)&lt;br /&gt;Evgeny&lt;br /&gt;Nikolai&lt;br /&gt;Nikolai&lt;br /&gt;Feodor&lt;br /&gt;Mark&lt;br /&gt;Egor&lt;br /&gt;Ivan&lt;br /&gt;Ivan&lt;br /&gt;Ivan&lt;br /&gt;Konstantin&lt;br /&gt;Matvei&lt;br /&gt;Rodion&lt;br /&gt;Vasily&lt;br /&gt;Ivan&lt;br /&gt;Mark&lt;br /&gt;Sergey&lt;br /&gt;Andrei&lt;br /&gt;Feodor&lt;br /&gt;Rozhdnovia&lt;br /&gt;Grigori&lt;br /&gt;Ivan&lt;br /&gt;Markel&lt;br /&gt;Vladimir&lt;br /&gt;Sergey&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandr&lt;br /&gt;Ivan&lt;br /&gt;Anton&lt;br /&gt;Danil&lt;br /&gt;Misha&lt;br /&gt;Evgeny&lt;br /&gt;Feodor&lt;br /&gt;Ivan&lt;br /&gt;George&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandr&lt;br /&gt;Aleksandr&lt;br /&gt;Mikhail&lt;br /&gt;Alexei&lt;br /&gt;Iakov&lt;br /&gt;Valentin&lt;br /&gt;May they rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13065585-2344254276967764567?l=iandrona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/feeds/2344254276967764567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13065585&amp;postID=2344254276967764567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/2344254276967764567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/2344254276967764567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/2006/12/remembering-heroes_31.html' title='Remembering heroes'/><author><name>Julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01019291830346657674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13065585.post-115177439116198207</id><published>2006-07-01T20:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T20:19:51.176+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am</title><content type='html'>I'm still here, still alive, still going strong. I think. With Gods' will I will be here tomorrow too.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while. Been busy I guess. Really forgot about my blog. Being summer break, hope I'll post more often. Take care y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13065585-115177439116198207?l=iandrona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/feeds/115177439116198207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13065585&amp;postID=115177439116198207&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/115177439116198207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/115177439116198207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/2006/07/here-i-am.html' title='Here I am'/><author><name>Julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01019291830346657674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13065585.post-113830264716808037</id><published>2006-01-26T21:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T21:10:47.183+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Life just goes on.</title><content type='html'>Life just goes on... Sometimes it seems there is no past, no future, just NOW.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I seek comfort in my memories and the past... Sometimes I plan and plan for hours and think about things I might never do. Most of my long term plans fall apart. So I try to stop planning. And I manage to do that... for a while. Then I start all over again. Confused? Me too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love a month ago... Love is great. It makes everything seem so easy. All I'm willing to say is: SHE IS GREAT, WONDERFUL, SHE IS THE ONE FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;Love has brought some balance and order and sense into my life. Thank God, it was about time! I felt like I was losing it...&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd semester starts in 2 weeks. And ends sometime in June. To lazy to check the exact day... :P And there's that national dogmatics contest in April... So much to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Merriam Webster definitions: 1. dogmatics=a branch of theology that seeks to interpret the dogmas of a religious faith)&lt;br /&gt;(2. dogma= a doctrine or body of doctrines concerning faith or morals formally stated and authoritatively proclaimed by a church)&lt;br /&gt;(3. My comments: Well, the definition for dogma is close... but not quite. Since I'm not to familliar with english theological terms, I'll just leave them the way they are.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck. Will be posting soon. I hope. God bless you all. Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13065585-113830264716808037?l=iandrona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/feeds/113830264716808037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13065585&amp;postID=113830264716808037&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/113830264716808037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/113830264716808037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/2006/01/life-just-goes-on.html' title='Life just goes on.'/><author><name>Julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01019291830346657674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13065585.post-113672954024465386</id><published>2006-01-08T16:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T16:12:20.280+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A new beginning or just part 2?</title><content type='html'>It's january 8. Tomorrow is monday. Tomorrow I start school. Darn... The first semester ends on february 3. Then we'll have another week off. The next break should start one week before Easter (easter is celebrated by eastern orthodox churches on april 23). And on june 16 this year will be finally over! It's a long time though. I'm busy catching up with reading and stuff. Will keep you posted. God help us all. In april I'm supposed to go at a national Dogmatics contest... (could't find a better name) Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13065585-113672954024465386?l=iandrona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/feeds/113672954024465386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13065585&amp;postID=113672954024465386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/113672954024465386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/113672954024465386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-beginning-or-just-part-2.html' title='A new beginning or just part 2?'/><author><name>Julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01019291830346657674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13065585.post-113587496519793806</id><published>2005-12-29T18:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T18:49:25.236+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The end. Or is it ?!?!?</title><content type='html'>I managed to keep my brain intact, earn some money, and go home for the holidays. Sadly I arrived home on the evening of december 25. No Christmas tree! It's the first year without one. Man I love Christmas trees. Life goes on. Maybe next year. To all my friends: the main thing is I'm home, I'm ok, bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;God bless you all, now and forever. Happy new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13065585-113587496519793806?l=iandrona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/feeds/113587496519793806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13065585&amp;postID=113587496519793806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/113587496519793806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/113587496519793806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/2005/12/end-or-is-it.html' title='The end. Or is it ?!?!?'/><author><name>Julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01019291830346657674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13065585.post-113519066013976229</id><published>2005-12-21T20:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T20:44:20.176+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been so long</title><content type='html'>Dear readers, (if you really exist :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long... It's been a long semester and it ain't over yet. School, school, and school, (lots of it) concerts, concerts, rehearsals, reahearsals, rehearsals, caroling, caroling...&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my mind!&lt;br /&gt;I'll get back to you when/if I manage to keep it.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13065585-113519066013976229?l=iandrona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/feeds/113519066013976229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13065585&amp;postID=113519066013976229&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/113519066013976229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/113519066013976229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-been-so-long.html' title='It&apos;s been so long'/><author><name>Julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01019291830346657674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13065585.post-113268351384509724</id><published>2005-11-22T20:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T18:47:00.256+02:00</updated><title type='text'>And another one</title><content type='html'>To a dear classmate from Ovidius highschool, Constanta. I haven't seen her in 3 years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes are green,&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, blue...&lt;br /&gt;I gaze for hours in amazement!&lt;br /&gt;They are a miracle... Divine!&lt;br /&gt;I see the sea&lt;br /&gt;The cloudy sky&lt;br /&gt;Eternity&lt;br /&gt;Infinity&lt;br /&gt;And above all God,&lt;br /&gt;The maker of this magic sight.&lt;br /&gt;In Her eyes I feel&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;peace and tranquility.&lt;br /&gt;I am in heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a wonderful person, a good friend, and that's about it. I just remembered her eyes and wrote this poem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13065585-113268351384509724?l=iandrona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/feeds/113268351384509724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13065585&amp;postID=113268351384509724&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/113268351384509724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/113268351384509724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-another-one.html' title='And another one'/><author><name>Julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01019291830346657674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13065585.post-113233648062471235</id><published>2005-11-18T19:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T19:54:40.623+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Now this is interesting...  one of my poems... kinda...</title><content type='html'>Mankind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd ever learn to die.&lt;br /&gt;Born free,&lt;br /&gt;From infinity&lt;br /&gt;and eternity,&lt;br /&gt;God's greatest creation!&lt;br /&gt;I fell onto the earth like an eagle without wings.&lt;br /&gt;I died; I burned for ages in the dark flames of hell.&lt;br /&gt;Like a Phoenix,&lt;br /&gt;I was reborn from the ashes&lt;br /&gt;Through Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit strange... even to me. Hey... I was in a strange mood when I wrote it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13065585-113233648062471235?l=iandrona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/feeds/113233648062471235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13065585&amp;postID=113233648062471235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/113233648062471235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/113233648062471235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/2005/11/now-this-is-interesting-one-of-my.html' title='Now this is interesting...  one of my poems... kinda...'/><author><name>Julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01019291830346657674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13065585.post-113165817065850814</id><published>2005-11-10T23:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T23:29:30.660+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I just can't take it!</title><content type='html'>As time goes by, and i get older, life seems to be getting harder and harder. I'm talking about everything: school, everyday life, dealing with all kinds of people... Sometimes I feel like I could kill someone. This can't happen. I felt sorry for a fly the other night. I cought it and let it go. It might sound silly... It made me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;Prayer helps... A lot! Sometimes I feel alone. Sometimes I might be sad... depressed even.&lt;br /&gt;I keep fighting. Running away is for cowards. I stay and fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, pray for me!&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes,&lt;br /&gt;Julian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13065585-113165817065850814?l=iandrona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/feeds/113165817065850814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13065585&amp;postID=113165817065850814&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/113165817065850814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/113165817065850814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/2005/11/sometimes-i-just-cant-take-it.html' title='Sometimes I just can&apos;t take it!'/><author><name>Julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01019291830346657674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13065585.post-113078285407639374</id><published>2005-10-31T20:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T20:20:54.076+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry - part two (there will be no part three in the near future)</title><content type='html'>And some poems, written by my brother, Virgil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt; Prayer&lt;/h3&gt;  So tired am I, Lord, so very tired&lt;br /&gt;That waking up has now become a chore;&lt;br /&gt;I sail life's waters not having seen a shore&lt;br /&gt;And wait to lose all things that I admired. &lt;p&gt;I raise a faint and fading voice to You&lt;br /&gt;And ask for mercy and forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;For help in my increasing weakness&lt;br /&gt;And faith to do all I must do. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And through it all Thy will be done&lt;br /&gt;Today, tomorrow and forever more&lt;br /&gt;While at the end I hope there is a door&lt;br /&gt;For me from my insanity to run. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Through all of this, I have one more request&lt;br /&gt;And hope You listen to my foolish prayer&lt;br /&gt;And please forgive me this one final dare&lt;br /&gt;That soon, O Lord, I find my final rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt; My friends&lt;/h3&gt;  My friends are the stars&lt;br /&gt;From close and from far&lt;br /&gt;From light years away&lt;br /&gt;They talk and they pray. &lt;p&gt;My friends are the trees&lt;br /&gt;Standing on their knees&lt;br /&gt;Speaking to me&lt;br /&gt;About things that are to be. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My friends are the springs&lt;br /&gt;Moving down in streams.&lt;br /&gt;Silently they flow&lt;br /&gt;Telling me what they know. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My friends are the flowers&lt;br /&gt;Shining, rising towers&lt;br /&gt;Listening to my&lt;br /&gt;Lonely, hopeful cry. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My friends are the winds&lt;br /&gt;Flying without wings&lt;br /&gt;Speaking tongues unknown&lt;br /&gt;But to me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt; At my grave&lt;/h3&gt;  When time comes for me&lt;br /&gt;To rest through all seasons&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry at my grave&lt;br /&gt;And don't look for reasons. &lt;p&gt;But sing me a song&lt;br /&gt;To last through the ages&lt;br /&gt;And read me a book&lt;br /&gt;Full of empty pages. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then wipe from this world&lt;br /&gt;My memory's trace&lt;br /&gt;And leave forever&lt;br /&gt;This forsaken place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I wasn't gifted with this gift, with a soul of a poet. Or maybe i was and i haven't found that out yet. I'll try to translate some poems from romanian to english in the future, close or distant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13065585-113078285407639374?l=iandrona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/feeds/113078285407639374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13065585&amp;postID=113078285407639374&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/113078285407639374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/113078285407639374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/2005/10/poetry-part-two-there-will-be-no-part.html' title='Poetry - part two (there will be no part three in the near future)'/><author><name>Julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01019291830346657674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13065585.post-113078261687280261</id><published>2005-10-31T20:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T20:16:56.883+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry - Part one (part two will be posted shortly)</title><content type='html'>I wanted to share with you, the readers, some poems that I enjoy most:&lt;br /&gt;First&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Requiem&lt;br /&gt;By Robert Louis Stevenson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Under the wide and starry sky,&lt;br /&gt;Dig the grave and let me lie.&lt;br /&gt;Glad did I live and gladly die,&lt;br /&gt;And I laid me down with a will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the verse you grave for me:&lt;br /&gt;'Here he lies where he longed to be;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the sailor, home from the sea,&lt;br /&gt;And the hunter home from the hill.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13065585-113078261687280261?l=iandrona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/feeds/113078261687280261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13065585&amp;postID=113078261687280261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/113078261687280261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/113078261687280261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/2005/10/poetry-part-one-part-two-will-be.html' title='Poetry - Part one (part two will be posted shortly)'/><author><name>Julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01019291830346657674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13065585.post-113042936580522222</id><published>2005-10-27T19:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T23:12:27.943+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>We (the orthodox church) had two saints celebrated these days* (october 26 and 27): Holy and Glorious Great-Martyr Demetrius the Myrrh-gusher of Thessaloniki and Saint Demetrius of Basarbovo (for more details on the Orthodox Church, go to: &lt;a href="http://www.orthodoxwiki.org/"&gt;http://www.orthodoxwiki.org&lt;/a&gt;, or just search the net) . So I had a hard time doing everything right... Church, school, choir rehearsal and other stuff. Yet I managed to do everything!&lt;br /&gt;Yahoooo.... a... no... that's not right.... gooooooooogle! Yeah... that's it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember: I'll be back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*there were more, but these two are more revered in Romania&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13065585-113042936580522222?l=iandrona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/feeds/113042936580522222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13065585&amp;postID=113042936580522222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/113042936580522222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/113042936580522222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/2005/10/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>Julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01019291830346657674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13065585.post-112958481686413554</id><published>2005-10-18T00:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T00:33:36.870+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally-I got internet</title><content type='html'>I finally have an internet connection at my home in Tulcea. I don't see myself as someone addicted to the internet. Sure, if i have a pc, i spend many hours in front of it.  But i have survived the last month and a half without it.&lt;br /&gt;Hope i'll keep my blog up2date:)&lt;br /&gt;I study theology, mainly, at my school, so God is important in my life.&lt;br /&gt;To Anna (if she ever visits my blog in the future): You're right... God, save us all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13065585-112958481686413554?l=iandrona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/feeds/112958481686413554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13065585&amp;postID=112958481686413554&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/112958481686413554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/112958481686413554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/2005/10/finally-i-got-internet.html' title='Finally-I got internet'/><author><name>Julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01019291830346657674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13065585.post-111789556458648147</id><published>2005-06-04T17:27:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T17:32:44.590+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The future</title><content type='html'>One thing is clear, the future of the Eastern Orthodox Church can only take place in Russia. This is because Russia is the only free land there is in this world. Can't think of anywhere else... EU? USA? Middle East? China? The orthodox church has no future in Romania, Greece, or Bulgaria. Two of them are future members of the EU; one of them is already a member. Yugoslavia (Serbia and Montenegro is alot of b*******, there can only be Yugoslavia) was invited too. God save Russia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13065585-111789556458648147?l=iandrona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/feeds/111789556458648147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13065585&amp;postID=111789556458648147&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/111789556458648147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/111789556458648147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/2005/06/future.html' title='The future'/><author><name>Julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01019291830346657674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13065585.post-111704635313112376</id><published>2005-05-25T21:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T21:39:13.130+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Life ain't fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I received my Dogmatics test today and my teacher tells me: You got a 8 (in Romania we use scales from 1 to 10)! I could have given you a 9 (he rarely gives 10) because you deserve it, but i expected more from you!. Oh come on...! I could have argued with him, but there was no point in doing so. My semester average grade is a 9 anyway, so why shoud I care if I get an 8 or 9 in a test???.............. Because I am good! Because of my pride! Because.... oh, let's forget I ever mentioned it... &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13065585-111704635313112376?l=iandrona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/feeds/111704635313112376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13065585&amp;postID=111704635313112376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/111704635313112376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/111704635313112376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/2005/05/life-aint-fair_25.html' title='Life ain&apos;t fair'/><author><name>Julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01019291830346657674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13065585.post-111681630925712607</id><published>2005-05-23T05:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T05:45:09.260+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe next time when I come home...</title><content type='html'>I still have 3 weeks and some days till i reach the summer break. Oh... did I mention my school is in Tulcea, a city 80 miles away from my hometown, Constanta? I rented an apartment there, but I never bothered to get some internet services. Because when I got there, 2 years ago, they were very poor (the internet services, NOT the people, although some would say otherwise). I'll still come home every weekend, but time is short. I think I cand still do something with this blogg. Hope no one will criticise (which seems to be the british variant fot criticize... interesting) me because of my slow updates. Bye bye all. Got to go! Leaving for Tulcea in 20 minutes. It's 5:45AM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://m-w.com/cgi-bin/dictionary?book=Dictionary&amp;amp;va=criticize"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13065585-111681630925712607?l=iandrona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/feeds/111681630925712607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13065585&amp;postID=111681630925712607&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/111681630925712607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13065585/posts/default/111681630925712607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iandrona.blogspot.com/2005/05/maybe-next-time-when-i-come-home.html' title='Maybe next time when I come home...'/><author><name>Julian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01019291830346657674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
