tu recuerdo… April 30, 2008

Enjoy as previous to Vama Veche

might sound cheesy, ricky martin on my blog, but just listen to the girl’s voice and read between the lines…( lyrics, whatever 😛 ) 

I am always asking myself why don’t I find it outrageous that everyone loves the seaside. Usually I react against something that is liked/loved by everyone…then that something is not miterious anymore, not secret, hence not special…like Vama Veche. Truth is, almost everyone I know loves the place…  I realised why, daydreaming today 🙂 because everyone has their secrets and moments related to this place. Evereyone has discovered at least someone they fell in love with, have nice memories of small gestures, like “aaa, that’s my bench in front of the sea, that’s my chair I used to sit on with my love, that’s God knows what….”, have found themselves at least once sleeping on the sand, or staring at the wide open horizon of the sea, feeling an imense freedom or courage. … I know I did. 

I have my bench, my memories, my Vama song, I have my secret place, and I am sooo looking forward to finding the freedom feeling again, staring at the sea….and I am just one day away from it. From breathing deeply the salty smell of the Black Sea, and hopefully watching the first sunrise in Vama Veche.

 

el mundo de Mafalda!!! April 24, 2008

She makes me laugh everytime I read/see her. Mafalda, que caractero!!! El mundo de Mafalda, I like!!! http://www.mafalda.net/

 

 

came across it by chance.. April 23, 2008

Love the song! Enjoy!

 

 

 

I used to!

Dream big! Play and be childish! Belive in the beauty of my youth! Be involved! No, not involved, commited! Dream with my eyes wide open! Wake up in the morning and decide I wanna stay in bed all day long.

I used to live the simplicity of things, to love pure feelings of care, sorrow, pitty or of love. Just like that. Now it seems that some of them got lost. Now it seems that the communication stops at superficial levels. How was this and that? Why? How come? No one, or at least few stop and ask “how do you feel? how do you REALLY feel?”  It’s not a cry for attention, not even close, …it’s just an observation I made recently. Superficial relationships bother me . They are useful, true! They expand the circle of influence, but please, pretty please, make sure you have someone to ask “how do YOU really feel? Do you feel something? What is that? How do you explain it?”

No, I am not the biggest fan of sharing, I love to listen, but when it comes to my really deep feelings and thoughts, I’d rather think twice before crying them out to the world. But still, it does good to have a last call of the day, take a moment and re-think the day.And try to talk about it. 

I used to do that. I don’t anymore. I’d do, though….let’s see!

Ca in filmul meu preferat… April 10, 2008

Mi-e dor de Vama. Mi-e dor de mare, de apa, de nisip si mai putin de caldura nebuna. Mi-e dor de sentimentul de libertate pe care mi-l da aparentul infinit al apei, si de puterea cu care ea sta mereu acolo. Nu pleaca nicaieri, doar se misca…Si naste ganduri, provoaca stari oamneilor, si de cele mai multe ori linisteste..sau inspaimanta. Dar provoaca stari!

Ma intorc de la birou spre casa, pe jos, cum imi place mie, pe stradutele paralele cu Magheru’, prin spate, pe unde sunt case pline de iedera, si case care imi aduc aminte de un Bucuresti pe care eu il stiam doar din Invitatia la Vals a lui Drumes, sau din romanele lui Eliade…un Bucuresti vechi, un Mic Paris. Ma plimb pe strazi cu muzica in urechi, si cu gandul departe….fara sa ma gandesc la nimic, si doar zambesc uitandu-ma in jur. Ajung la Universitate si nu am chef sa ma urc in metrou, si ma duc mai departe, si ajung in Cismigiu, si imi amintesc de o despartire acolo, de un gol in stomac si de o lacrima scursa pe obraz. Si imi amintesc de o noapte de vara in care, alaturi de multi, insa indragostita de unul, m-am dat in leagane in parc. Si radeam, si visam… si visam la mare…… Si acum plec mai departe..iau metroul de la Eroilor…dar nu am chef, ma duc mai departe pe jos…si pe drum spre casa ma suna, si imi zice sa imi fac bagajele ca vine dupa mine si plecam in Vama. Si ajung acasa, si imi fac un bagaj dintr-un sac de dormit, un tricou si niste blugi, si snoopy’s gone jogging, ochelarii de soare si esarfa mea preferata. Si alerg pe scari cand ma suna, si ii sar in masina si in brate si plecam la mare. Si s-a facut noapte si noi mergem spre mirosul de sare si alge ….zambind si gandindu-ne la dimineata in care ne vom trezi unul langa celalalt…

exact ca in filmul meu preferat….

Nextep, the new management school concept in Romania April 7, 2008

This happens to be the main reason why I decided to go for the job. Learning Coordinator at Human Invest www.humaninvest.ro

I love the idea of Nextep www.humaninvest.ro/nextep

It’s the first multimodular -mba-like school for young managers in Romania. Nextep is a source of managerial development, like a management school, where the curricula is built on three levels, Leadership and Management, Functional Management and Strategic Management. The partcipants go through 7 months of trainings, once or twice a month, a very “light” schedule, which allows them to focus on work very much aswell, they attend informal evenings, on specific topics and just learn learn learn. And have fun doing that.

I love Nextep, and I can’t wait for the other editions to start. Check it out and let me know what you think!

www.humaninvest.ro/nextep

 

Thoughts. April 2, 2008

How do you slow down to enjoy life without being lazy? Without becoming lazy? How do you get by when someone dies? Someone your age? How do you manage to pull yourself together to dream big and face the world every morning you get out of the house? How, when you are faced with the fact that the next second you might not be here anymore? How can you not be selfish and want your dear people to be around you all the time? Why and who invented the questions? Why can we not just live normally,and not question our living?

Just take life’s little moments, thoughts, feelings, happenings…Is this something that most people do? Question them, or just take them as they come along?

How can someone live every single moment as if it were the last? What smartass invented this saying? I bet one that belives in wishful thinking or that just realised he’d better had lived differently… Ideally this would work, but just take a moment, think about all the things you still have to sort out with yourself, with people, with life…can you say that at this right moment dear people know how much you love them?Are all the thoughts that go through your head said out loud? Because at the end of the day, what good does it do to people around you if they don’t know?