Monday, October 30, 2006

30.10.2006

Today in a taxi the taxi driver, like they always do, chatted me up... and we got to the "let's complain about life" part - that tends to be the mid story of almost all taxi drivers - after he complained that he tried to bribe a police officer with 10 levs (apparently the fine was more than 10 levs it seems; 2 levs (BGN) = 1 euro). The officer didn't accept, his clients told him he should have offered 20 instead. The story cut short, however you look at it the driver was at fault, and well done to teh officer for not accepting the bribe, no sympathy whatsoever for the driver, in this mad driving full with wanna-be drivers city.

So the cab driver says 20 levs was too much for him, as he gets for the night shift around 30-35 levs profit, and he got a family to feed at home, needs to save something. Here I nod my head, and after some pause of understanding (no I don't have kids to feed), I try to get my side of it to him. I say that about 3 times, if not more I was refused by drivers to take me where I wanted, true in 2 cases as I recall, 1 for certain, the distance was rather close, but I was in a hurry, perhaps ready to tip them more generously. But those ^%%$#D&S$%$# greedy "bakshishi" (as they are often called here) don't even bother. With rather rude tone I'm refused. Why? Because they are reading a newpaper, book, whatever, on the top of it there are other cabs lining up, and it means because I chose them, they have the possibility to gain an advantage against the competition, little, but nevertheless an advantage! On the top of it there is an initial fee, as it is common, if not universal, any/every-where else...

Sooo... indirectly I'm trying to figure out why taxi drivers complain, when they refuses to make some money, yes little money is still $$$$$! The driver replies in that case clients perhaps have the rights to complain, and tells me a story how he once queued up at the coach station for 30 mins to get someone who was going really nearby. I think taxi drivers should deffinitely have the right to refuse passengers, but if they do STFU and cut some of the complaints how misery of life is always after you, as you refuse passengers, take the consequences that follow. Afterall its the paying passangers who should have the last word, especially if they are happy and satisfied or not!!!

That cab today, all others who refused me before, and the one where I dropped my mobile phone - later to disappear mysteriously, most likely in the hands or pocket of the driver (&*%#$###@!!!) - are of the same "prestigious", biggest Bulgarian taxi company. Enough said about OK Supertrans...

Tomorrow I'm planning to go to the Southeastern Europe Economic Forum thats taking place in the National Palace of Culture in Sofia. The topics are interesting and cover problems (as written on the schedule) that are of actual importance not only for the 2 will-be members of EU, but as well of an importance for some of the Central European countries, at least so in my opinion... I'll find out more tomorrow.

Saturday, October 14, 2006

Allnighter Gantz

Lately I've been getting quite a lot of my pretty beauty sleep, so last night around 3 am not feeling like going to bed, so I thought I'll finish what I had from Gantz... and now its 8:41 am... haven't pulled an allnighter for some time, been a while from those school days... ahh feels great :D Too bad only 4 chapters left of it, gotta wait to get my hands on the others. I recommend it, especially to those of you in Japan who can get the original!

2 days ago, I got the chance to practice sort of a little less bloody version of Gantz (just finished reading the Izumi part)... Spent about 7h+ in a game/i-net cafe, loaded Jedi Knight - Jedi Academy from a random spot, almost the same place I left it about 2 summers ago, and almost finished it. And it was if not the hardest level (Jedi Master, 4th hardest out of 4), must have been at least Jedi Knight hardness, 3rd hardest out of 4, as a Storm Trooper didn't die from one slash...

Monday, October 09, 2006

An educational chat

I was talking to a friend, he is usually the one... well, who asks me how life is, let's say it that way. So I started up the chat this time... as it went on almost with its normal pace, I asked him a question whether he was going to Vienna and I got back this wonderful reply:

Rand says:
you ever going to visit vienna?
V. says:
stfu dork face
V. says:
i'm sniffin coke atm
V. says:
u made me sneeze

And a few minutes later I get this from him...

V. says:
i just got a call from an economics professor
V. says:
asking if i want to be a teachin assistant :)

What a wonderful American education. Here I say, let teh free thinking of mind and substances roam freer!

Thursday, October 05, 2006

Sofia

Here are pictures I took from around Sofia in the past few days while walking around the city with my camera.

Sofia Land - Sofia's version of Disney Land. Looks more impressive from outside than what's inside.

A shadow over an ancient church in the center of Sofia. Surrounded by the president's office on the back and hotel Sheratton on the left (not on the picture).

A view from mount Vitosha.

The monument of the Soviet Army from behind. Impressive. Below is the zoomed version of the statues on the top.

I really like that machine gun he is holding.

Now this strange thing I suppose is an air ventillation for the underground passage near by. Has a very strong feeling from communist time, but I quite like how it is coloured... now it seems to be used as a poster board.

The landmark monument of Bulgaria. The St. Aleksandar Nevski church located near the university of Sofia.

The "ever glowing fire" for the memory of those Bulgarians who died in the different wars, especially those to free Bulgaria. The writing is part from a poem by Ivan Vazov.

The national library Cyril & Methodius in a nice September day.


The saint Cyril and saint Methodius, from where the library's name comes. The two invented the Glagolitic alphabet from where the Cyrillic alphabet comes. On the bottom of the monument the Glagolitic alaphabet is engraved.


The national theatre Ivan Vazov, named after the famous writer, attributed to be the greatest Bulgarian writer.

A close up pic of the Bulgarian national theatre Ivan Vazov which was recently renovated.

A more detailed close up of the renovated details of the theatre. Who said communist style buildings are not nice and impressive?

A nearby building which I quite liked.

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Clockwork Orange

Today I went to see that movie. Until a few days ago I thought the word orange in the title was the colour orange, not the fruit. I read a brief summary that said it was the fruit and after I watched the movie it struck me why... pretty neat title. I knew there will be a lot of violence, in fact in that same review there was the key phrase "a lot of violence with Bethoven on the background", I think I read it twice. Was expecting a bit more than there was. I hear from a lot of different kind of people about this movie. So with not much of an idea rather than the violence and Ludwig van (Bethoven) I went to see it.

So I saw the movie. I think it had some pretty good bits, wouldn't call it a great movie, for my liking I would say an average one although with some creative parts and other good elements. But those good elements were pretty well made. In correction to my earlier post, I meant unnecessary violence towards women is absolutly not needed. No, I'm not saying there is a necessary violence, nor am I anti-feminist. What I mean is when someone threatens you in a physical or emotional way, then he/she (regardless whether its a woman or a man) deserves some sort of physical or emotional counter-action respectively. Simply because our violence is an instinct in us, an instinct for survival, an instinct to live on. On my way back from the movie I was thinking that a human without a dose of violence is not a human... If it is so we'll be following the theory of evolution, but will not work if (Abrhamic) religion is taken into consideration, because in I don't see from where such a violent instinct for survival will be coming from...

Orange is sort of like the motto of the movie, so with lot of heavy breathing ins I can live with Alex's father's orange shirt and tie... but there were some other absurd colours! Did his mother wear a wig, or she coloured her own hair LIKE THAT!? Some questions still remain unanswered. And those modernistic rooms and aprtments! Wtf!? Like Alex's living room where his parents live... no body sane ffs lives in a room colorful like that. I guess it explains some things.

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