tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56491962009-10-17T04:53:07.178+03:00This no easy read. Got the pics, still working on the dialogs. (This blog is not gay, although the author is.)monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.comBlogger1032125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-42383495044203542002008-01-31T10:47:00.000+02:002008-02-01T09:09:08.666+02:00

at www.monsoux.com

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It's a line from a movie. In that particular scene the son, probably four, upon receiving the visit of his (potential?) girlfriend dismisses his father. It goes like this:Son: "H and b!"Father: "H and b?"Son: "Hi and bye!"Basically pretty much of what I am doing right here right now. Because my first post here this year is probably also my last (never say never! there now, I've already said it

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-52742303709227209872007-12-29T20:38:00.000+02:002007-12-29T20:42:21.671+02:00

This time last year, in Garmisch-Partenkirchen, I was not having scabies. I was having it at home. Garmin-Partenkirchen was, most probably, scabies free.That was cold.This time last year, in Garmisch-Partenkirchen, I was not getting ready for the New Year's Eve party. Not there, and not in Warsaw either.That was kinda lonely.This time last year, in Garmisch-Partenkirchen, I was not there. I was

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Now, of that I can drink a bottle! What am I saying? I have been drinking a bottle of that! Cheers!

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My dog, she is eight, she snores!

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I am sure you have already been to some place this year where they have unleashed Christmas fury upon thee already. Just in case. Well, this year only, it might be true. Christmas came earlier, like way earlier. For me. There are no presents. Just happiness. Christmas came today. Immediately after midnight, during the first minutes of Wednesday. I have been a good boy, so I fully deserve it.So I

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I think I'll just be happy, for a change, these days.

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I have to report that at the time I wanted to take the photo to become my Christmas card this year, at around 12:30 tonight, the amazing piece of metal (s)crap was totally plugged off. In other words Europe's largest Christmas tree is a cheap commercial that unlike the other commercials in Bucharest's Union Square goes off line when there is no one left to see, pretty much like Cinderella after

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Who can tell me what does it mean when you are dreaming you are buying a lot of gold jewelry? For the record, I am a silver/steel jewelry person.

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Children, let's share this weekend's learnt lessons.When he asks for the bill without asking you if you want anything more, the meeting is over. You have been dismissed. When you have done that several times already yourself, it's about time it should happen to you too. So be nice, life has a way of slapping you in the face when you least expect it.Never change reservations because someone asks

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Cats are good for soul mending and generally keeping company to friends offering shelter in a time of emotional need.More soon. Regards from Antwerp.

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I am leaving. I am leaving for work. I am leaving there for work.And in the back of my mind, the constant buzz. "You're gonna see him, you're gonna see him, you're gonna see him". Constant, subconscious.Jodie Foster came out.

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I shall resign to the fact I cannot possibly accomplish all things. We are not even talking about the general "all things", not even "all things on a deadline", but, as you might have expected, "all things on a deadline for me". Warning: energy level approaching an all time low.

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It's the day when he calls and you can feel relaxed and dizzy at the same time.It's the day when you grab a cheeseburger from the Micky Dee's just so that you don't faint starving while waiting for your order to be picked in Pizza Hut.It's the day we you change one flight reservation for the other and you end up paying half of the initial price.LATER EDITIt's the day when you are roaming to find

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Dear Time, what am I supposed to do with you?

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Because they feed your friends. They proofread your books. They want you home for Christmas, even when you plan differently. And the list goes on.

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In Turkey, apparently, I am good for rent boys. That's got me thinking. It's not necessarily happy thoughts about my (coming of) age. So I have mood-switched to "I must look affluent enough to afford a rent boy". Hence, my reply to [Chicken], that's what he said his name was, "I am just another poor boy".

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Hahaha. Really! I am freshly back from my stroll on Istiklal.

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The darkness was deep, but I have managed to silently and accidentally loose the complete contents of my inbox.

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Slipping on ice can be a near death experience, when you do it with a car, in the mountains of Bulgaria under heavy snowing. Of course, I am actually overreacting. We haven't even scratched the car. We only have done a half spin once, and some other occasional slipping. Nothing came from the opposite direction. God was watching. At the Turkish border... I only remember a traffic light hanging in

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Ve: "...blabla"me: "By the way, is T there?"Ve: "Yes"me: "Does he know that I am talking to you?"Ve: "Yes"me: "Then give him my regards"Ve: "OK"T, in the background: unintelligibleVe: "He returns them"Fuck, it means he's heard all I have said. And how I have said it. Gonna feel a bit sick now. Life tells there is no use in me hiding. I am so looking forward to the next two years to be over.

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And I dress in a dysfunctional way. My friends tell me I dress from the future. I know I just need the attention. I think it's ironic how one of my friends, everybody suspects he is gay, has recently told me I dress so gay. Gee. Shut'up, gurl!PS I am learning from this gaypornoblog that Hungary is once again one step ahead Romania. Could not be bothered to double check the information.

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Yesterday's chicken was in fact very good. Both then and now. Sometimes I'd rather have cold leftovers from yesterday's doggy bag than to cope with outside world. Mary J Blige on heavy rotation!

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-56239514307839394422007-12-02T17:02:00.000+02:002007-12-02T17:05:54.346+02:00

But I have been short of the following: spree, like in shopping spree, hoops and studs. Both of the later refer to earrings.

monsouxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10124329969993005161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649196.post-10742377703954708932007-11-30T09:11:00.000+02:002007-11-30T09:18:59.865+02:00

As I remember, Rose was beautiful as she could only be, but she might as well could've sported a fair warning "Thorns included".

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