Friday, 14 June 2013

Red wine & others

i'm drunk. of happiness. of stress. of anxiety.
i'm drunk. i just had some wine. red wine. i was thirsty :).
it's cruduta's birthday. who's cruduta? someone :))

I'm drunk. of happiness, mixed with wine. of stress and anxiety. am i repeating or is it just my impression? my neighbors are still awake. i can see it through my open window. i have to prepare 2 contracts. i try to write them since long time ago. but I'm not able to do it. but I'll try it. again.

V, please forgive me!

i'm drunk. of happiness, mixed with red, tasteful wine. and i'm tired. sooo tired. and waiting for the weekend. and i'm sorry i didn't wrote any post for such a long time. and i'm sorry that this one is drunk. as i am. and mixed. and complicated. and bad written. but it expresses my thoughts. so take them as they are. and be happy. and maybe drunk. have some red wine, too :).

good bye :)

Tuesday, 22 May 2012

It's so frustrating...

to see how you are unable to perform. to grow. to raise from the crowd and defend yourself. it's so frustrating... to see how others have more guts than you do... when in fact they don't. just that... they have less to lose than you. and it's so frustrating. to have no hope. that something is going to change. that you are going to evolve. it's so frustrating... to share the same dreams like others without having the same resources.

it's frustrating to deal with people which you had expectations from. it's frustrating to see that they lied. and that their lies keep them warm, leaving you aside. in a black hole.

it's frustrating. not being able to protect the ones you love. and it's frustrating... not being able to offer a gift to your boyfriend for his birthday. having to run into the morning to arrive in time at work instead of kissing him good morning and wishing him happy birthday.

it's so frustrating not to be able to find the place you want in life. to see how others go before you just because they know the uncle of the boss of the director of head of the department. and it's so frustrating to see the high expectations that your employer has... by offering nothing.

it's so frustrating... to be living with so many frustrations.

Wednesday, 16 May 2012

The Burnout Syndrome

I have read today an article entitled "How do you know if you suffer of the Burnout Syndrome". I usually don't have the time to read all the newsletters that I receive, but this one raised a question in my head... wtf are they talking about? So, with the courtesy of hipo.ro I found out that it represents a modern professional disease, that affects us all in a certain measure. Of course, as all the diseases, it affects our personal life also. The article is in Romanian, but as I started searching on the Internet I found other materials also.

We all have moments when we feel knocked out, demotivated or bored. Unable to wake up in the morning. The thing is... how often does this happen to you? Does it happen' once a month? Once a week, or every day? Burnout Syndrome - professional tiredness - chronicle fatigue - consists of both phisical and emotional tiredness caused due to continue exposure to stress factors. It shouldn't be confused with stress, which can sometimes become motivational and creative due to the fact that when we are stressed we search solutions to solve things in a better manner.

The main cause of the Burnout Syndrome is the professional workout, combined with the underapreciation of the ones that surround you. Between the causes have been identified: the lack of control over your own activities, unrealistic expectations from your employer, monotonous activities, unsatisfactory and with a high degree of receptivity; working in a chaotic environment or under pressure, without a clear line.

It also combines and appears from our habit of living: taking more responsibility than you are able to fulfill, lack of sleep, more time dedicated to solving problems than to eliminating the causes of the problems, the lack of emotional support, the need to be in control or the pessimistic vision over life.

Wednesday, 4 April 2012

Feeling beat up, reloaded

This is the number three thousand seven hundred and seventy something post about my sexual activity. About how I'm fucked up every day by the most wonderful thing in our existence: Life!
I got to think that she's addicted of me ;). I even got to like her because it's different than me. She never gives up, she always has the time to meet with her friends: dream, hope, good mood. She's not the type to kiss and tell, but I personally think she's getting pissed off by her friends who got involved with the wrong partner and grew up bad kids.

Life's... life's like a beach. You are under the impression that everything is OK, that you're safe, but sometimes the waves come and make everything wet.

After all the things we've been through, I got to think that she appreciates me more than I do of her. She didn't took my mother when she was very sick, she changed my father in a good way and she always protected me of the big waves. She gave me the courage to ask back my wallet, to stand up when the car hit me and to love...
 I think somehow we're symbiotic. She likes to have sex with me... and I like the fact that she's always there to save me. To dry my skin in the heat of the sun :).

This is for you, Oana:
And we've realized that we have sex every single fuckin' day... without having orgasms... just getting tired... and joyfully involved sometimes... or just with a big smile on our face.

Thursday, 16 February 2012

Particip la Social Media Summit

I received last night the positive answer from the organizers of the Social Media Summit in Bucharest (a Biz  Event).

I can hardly wait to go there and learn new things about Social Networks and about the strategies to be used when developing a Marketing strategy through Social Networks.

I hope to learn how to use my twitter and LinkedIn account in other ways than just amateurish.

I'll tell you everything after :).

Till then,

Don't forget to smile!

Tuesday, 7 February 2012

There's never enough time...

One of the last movies I've seen it's called "In Time".

The story wasn't very catchy, for me at least, but as I was in the cinema theater with my friends I didn't had other choice than to watch it... Nevertheless, there was a thing which I cannot deny, captured me. That is the payment method used into the movie, which was nothing more and nothing less than "time".

Synopsis:
When Will Salas is falsely accused of murder, he must figure out a way, with the help of a beautiful hostage, to bring down a system where time is money -- literally -- enabling the wealthy to live forever while the poor, like Will, have to beg, borrow, and steal enough minutes to make it through another day.
Today, I'm fighting with disaster. It's not enough that I don't have money. I don't have time either. I don't have the power and the will to resolve the mysteries from my life. I got to be the person I disliked the most. Unhappy, unfriendly, unappreciative. Though the official currency from my life it's money, I pay with days from my life for all the not working things that happen to me. So there's never enough time to pay for mistakes. And the happiness disappear too fast.

My mom says I'm a fighter. I know I'm a Leo :). So, this Leo, is gonna work her ass hard and make everything as it should. And the hell with the plans that never go as I plan them. I am still going to arrive there, even if it takes me more time than initially planned.

For you mom and for you, destroyed plans... for you hated people which I got to resemble I have this plan. I will succeed! No matter how much it's gonna take to and how hard it will be.

Saturday, 31 December 2011

Happy New Year!

My dears,
Another year has passed, both with good and not so good things.
Now it's the moment to put aside all the bad things that happened during the year and make a new to do list, begining with the things missed in 2011 and continuing with everything else.
May you all have a shortlist or no list at the end of 2012 with unfullfilled things from the year which knocks our doors.
Thank you also for reading me or sometimes inspiring me :).

Tuesday, 13 December 2011

Searching happiness...

and tranquility.

Many times I arrive @ home sad. Tired. Upset. Many times I forget to thank people for being there and supporting me in my worse moments. Much more times, I forget to thank that superior force that keeps us all in one place, Earth. And... in the same amount of cases, I forget that he sent me here with a purpose. I don't know which this is, but I shouldn't continue wandering about it, because I'm sure I will not find the answer.

Might be that his sole purpose was to be here... for those people who love me. For those few people who learn something from me. For doing those few invoices and contracts that sometimes make me crazy. Or just for listening the crazy things some people want to share and don't have with whom.

Or maybe... :) for driving others crazy. This way they should learn to control their emotions, be more attentive or responsible. For ordering Avon products to those who need them. For making a big mess on my desk... For creating the feeling that my parents succeeded in raising a kid, even though, that kid didn't inherit their qualities.

To that someone, "from upstairs" I'd like to thank. And to that someone, "from upstairs" I'd like to ask for help now, again, when I'm feeling lost... somewhere in the middle of everything. When I'm feeling tired. Stressed. Ugly. Used. Upset. Unhappy. Unfulfilled.

Put a good thought in my head. Put light into my thoughts. Put good people around me to help me and support me. Understand me and create in me the need of being there for them. For they need me and love me.

Thank you!

Sunday, 23 October 2011

Prince Charming...

...does exist!

"Prince Charming" is a stock character who appears in a number of fairy tales. He is the prince who comes to rescue of the damsel in distress, and stereotypically, must engage in a quest to liberate her from an evil spell. This classification suits most heroes of a number of traditional folk tales, including Snow White, Sleeping Beauty and Cinderella, even if in the original story they were given another name, or no name at all.These characters are often handsome and romantic, a foil to the heroine, and are seldom deeply characterized, or even distinguishable from other such men who marry the heroine.In many variants, they can be viewed more as rewards for the heroine rather than characters. "Prince Charming" is also used as a term to refer to the idealized man some people dream of as a future spouse.

For me, Prince Charming, is the man that made me smile last night. Who saved me from the arms of sadness and gave me power to continue dreaming.

I should have known it since long time ago, but I didn't... my bad. But as someone said... better late than never.

Thank you my Prince Charming for being here with me, for me. For always backing me up and making me feel good, beautiful, important and safe.
And also, please, forgive me for the moments when because of being mad on me I don't believe you when you say that I am able of doing everything that I plan and wish for.

PS: Prince Charming, we're already 6!


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Tuesday, 27 September 2011

Things to do today: wake up, survive, go back to bed


This is how my days follow one after another. Lately there are many changes in my life... Professional life implies new tasks, new project which, I never imagined to do.

Can you believe that I know the structure of the National Stadium without ever being there? I learned what "tribune" means, I discovered that the "lawns" are behind the goalposts and that the first ring is the one situated close to the stadium.


I never imagined that UEFA Champions League would be something that I would say daily, more than once, and that I would get to wait the day of the match just to see people that I helped with buying the tickets. Nevertheless, to know the names of the three teams that will get to play on National Arena, to chat with the fans on social networks and to introduce myself in the spirit of football was a great opportunity and I'm glad I had the chance to do it.


Packing the tickets = team-building? Could you imagine that? To be under pressure, having a great amount of people over your shoulders? Depending of how you do your work... they will get to like or dislike going to the football match? They became my fans... not just the fans of the football team.


Have a great evening and may the best (meaning ours) win!

Sunday, 28 August 2011

Pauza de masa

<< ...devine un lux pentru multi angajati. Stresul provocat de sarcinile de serviciu si de posibilitatea pierderii locului de munca ii face pe multi angajati sa renunte la pauza de masa. Un sondaj online realizat de Staffbay.com, arata ca pana la unul din cinci angajati renunta la pauza de masa la serviciu. Rezultatele studiului, realizat la nivel international, arata ca doar 46% dintre femei si 33% dintre barbati reusesc sa isi ia zilnic pauza de masa la serviciu. "Presiunea asupra angajatilor creste pe fondul reducerilor de personal, iar pauzele de masa devin de domeniul trecutului", a explicat Tony Wilmot, fondatorul Staffbay.com, citat de Realitatea.net.>>

Daca totusi esti norocos si ai pauza de masa, mancarea ti-o mananci dintr-o caserola de plastic, cu tacamuri de plastic, folosind in acelasi ton chiar si pahare de plastic pentru o apa care vine imbuteliata in sticle de plastic.

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Wednesday, 11 May 2011

Remember...

...  there was a post last year (1st of April, 2010) where I was describing a wonderful event in my life. The day I caught a thief stealing my wallet. And than, I had the courage to ask it back.

Now, one year, one month and 10 days later... it almost happened again. Almost same place. A guy, strange guy... tried to steal again from my backpack. Same backpack. This time it didn't succeed. I was faster than him.

The post can be found here: Homemade by Georgiana Onea. Unfortunately it's just in Romanian.

Fortunately, my properties remained untouched and I was happy for preventing the theft.

Monday, 11 April 2011

Another side of my proffesional life

Know the feeling? When you think about something... and later that thing comes over you? Dislike the building - you get to work in it... one job after another? Dislike an office... you get to work in it? It happened before... it's happening again now.

2008. We have to move. Where, where, where? After days of search... you find the right building. You go to see the building. Dislike an office. You don't receive it. You take it as a blessing. But later on, the luck turns against you and ... moving takes place again. Same building - that office!

At a certain point in time... you receive the place you wished for. Your desk, your place, your storage space. And then... bum! You have to move again. You do... Again, same building. It's hard. But you don't have a choice. Create - adjust the belongings to what you need. Finally - obtain what you find necessary. And when you say "thank you Jesus"... guess what? Yes, you move again :)). The good thing is that my moving was always in the same building. It's been two years and a half since I move from office to office. But I always go back to the wooden stairs which gave me the peace I searched into that building. The one place I will always miss, no matter where my office would be.

Thank you for those stairs! But can I ask one more favor? Put me back to the office downstairs... Pleeease... Pretty please?

Tuesday, 29 March 2011

Not my best moment

It all started on Wednesday. You always imagine how it will be to do a thing... A thing that you would normally refuse to do, but by doing it you realize at a certain point in time that it became a nice memory.

Something like sleeping in the train station. You are not enthusiastic, but when you talk with your friends you find out that you are not the only one who had the bad luck to sleep there. Well... for me it sort of started like this. I slept in the train station :). Just for 3 hours. On my way to the office I went to the post office to pick up some money. And there, on a shouted tone, the lady told me that the money were returned. I kindly tried to ask how come... 'cause I always picked them up in that day because one of her colleagues told me to. She shouted again. This is not possible. It never happened.

I left. Took the bus. The wrong bus :(. Then got down, entered the subway, went at work. I had a horrifying day. Everybody wanted something from me. Left my work place enthusiastic, because I was going to my Zumba session. This was supposed to be fun. And to make me feel better.

Well... from imagine to practice... there's a long way.

So, I went to class. Tried to make a new subscription. But I couldn't. Because... you can use a voucher once in a lifetime, not every time that they offer it... one way or another. Even though, later on, you find out that the purpose of the offer was to keep you as a customer. Anyways I had fun at Zumba. Tried one more time to convince them that it would be a good thing to allow me to make the subscription based on that offer, because later I would make another subscription with a full price. So... the bad day continues.

After leaving the course... on my way home, a nice - apparently nice - dog passed near me. I looked at him, but didn't pay that much attention. Until he made me show him my appreciation. By desiring him all the health in the world. He tried to bite me. He didn't succeed alone, so he called some friends also. From the scared person that I was... I started to scream as much as I could for help. That (and God) were my salvation. I got rid of them. And, thank God, the only thing that the dog chewed were my pants.

Subway again. On my way home. In front of my building, you wonder... what else can happen? Well! Another pair of dogs came near me. Probably they smelt the dog who tried to bite me. I was "saved" by it's owner. But that couldn't save me of it's stupidity. Anyway... at home, at last.

Friday? The only good luck that I had on Friday is that I got home one hour earlier. Well... basically 2, but let's keep that as a secret ;).

Or maybe I had a little more luck than that. It was week-end. So I could stay at home and relax.

So... to end, stop thinking what can be worse... there are a sum of things!

Friday, 4 March 2011

Unwritten words

I promised that I will write a word per day in German Language. A language that I would like to know better.

There were these days:

17 feb.: plata = payment = Zahlung

18 feb.: saptamana = week = Woche

19 feb.: hotarare = decision = Entscheidung

20 feb.: concluzie = conclusion = Abschluss

21 feb.: dezamagire = disappointment = Enttauschung

22 feb.: prieteni = friends = Freunde

23 feb.: comanda = order = Befehl

24 feb.: dragoste = love = Liebe

25 feb.: familie = family = Familie

26 feb.: a darui = to gift = Zu geben

27 feb.: a calatori = to travel = Reisen

28 feb.: a gresi = to mistake = Irren

01 mar.: primavara = spring = Frühling

02 mar.: concediu = leave = Urlaub

03 mar.: sport = sport = Sport

04 mar.: concurs = contest = Wettbewerb

As a "reward" I should write for as many days before. So, let's start:

05 mar.: sambata = Saturday = Samstag

06 mar.: duminica = Sunday = Sonntag

07 mar.:a pregati = to prepare = vorbereiten

08 mar.: mama = mother = Mutter

09 mar.: sarbatoare = holiday = Urlaub

10 mar.: zi de nastere = anniversary = Geburtstag

11 mar.: a dans = to dance = Tanzen

12 mar.: felicitari = congratulations = Glückwünsche

13 mar.: superstitie = superstition = Aberglaube

14 mar.: ghinion = bad luck = Pech

15 mar.: cadou = present = Geschenk

16 mar.: a rezuma = to resume = Zusammenfassen

17 mar.: a colabora = to collaborate = Zusammenarbeiten

18 mar.: a muta = to move = Bewegen

19 mar.: a impacheta = to wrap = Zu wickeln

20 mar.: a reconstrui = to rebuild = Wieder aufbauen

21 mar.: a aranja = to arrange = Liegt

Sunday, 20 February 2011

The other side of my proffesional life

I started working since 2000... or somewhere close. I worked during the summer in a factory that was producing clothes for export. Then "the brands" were unknown to me. I didn't imagine that one day I'll be able to buy clothes from "x" or "y". Time passed and now... they have stores open in Romania, selling their articles at enormous prices, after producing so cheap in my hometown.

My "career" in that field ended in 2005. I was already in Bucharest for a year. But I never thought of finding a job here. In 2006 the situation was different. And I thought ... why not? So, few days before going home someone called me asking if I can go to an interview. I said yes. Went there. Found out what I have to do. How much they pay. How much I have to work. What I have to do. Said yes without thinking too much. It was my dream to work and to be able to remain in Bucharest. Initially it was a job for the summer. But it changed in a part time during faculty. And 2 years passed like this.

In 2008 I was finishing the last year of faculty. I thought that it would be a great time to change my job and try to do something new. So... searching started again. Interviews and license degree. These were my main occupations. 'till... I found them. Or they found me :). One of my actual bosses called me asking if I'm going to come or not to the interview. I was like... what? What interview? No one told me! Ooo... I apologize. Ok.
Later I was called by the recruitment company. Asked to go to the interview. Went there. They interviewed me. And proposed to go with them in a team-building the second day. It seemed crazy, but I went. It was nice. So... I started working with them on the 1st of July 2008. Met wonderful people. Who learned me to be good. To become better. To enlarge my perspectives. To see new aspects in life. First I was an Administrative Assistant. After 3 months I received new tasks. 6 months later I became the Manager's Assistant. 1 year and 3 months later... the story ended.

In 2010... With a university degree and a master degree... I started to search a job. And I found one. As an Office Manager. This is what I do now. The first job without an interview. Based on a recommendation. Met great people. Done many new things. Had to deal new situations. Organize things. The biggest challenge? To be multitasking on multiple projects. Give to everyone the needed information.
Had lots of good times with these people. Team-building. Launch party. Christmas party. Launch party. Team-building. In just 6 months. Let's see what the future is going to offer from now on.

Special thanks to: people I met during the years of my professional life for sharing their time with me.

Wednesday, 16 February 2011

Monday, 14 February 2011

One new word

I propose to you, my readers, to learn one word every day. One word... in other language. For example, I want to learn German.

So... today's word is:

Sentiment = Feeling = Gefühl

We will see what inspires me tomorrow.

Alles gute!

Friday, 11 February 2011

Am un prieten

Care face poze faine :)

Foarte dragut, foarte destept si foarte bun prieten. Mi-a scapat ceva?










Aaa... e luat :). Asa ca, fetelor, nici prin gand sa nu va treaca!

Wednesday, 9 February 2011

Eu

Ma indrept, mai repede decat as vrea, spre 26 de ani.

Visez, mai putin decat ar trebui pentru ca am avut parte de multe experiente neplacute de-a lungul timpului.

Gandesc, mai mult decat e cazul pentru ca imi place sa imi complic viata.

(ma) astept ca oamenii sa reactioneze.

Cred, oamenii, atunci cand imi spun diverse lucruri, pentru ca sunt naiva.

Ma supar, cand aflu ca oamenii in care am incredere m-au mintit.

Ascult pe cine are nevoie sa fie ascultat.

Nu-mi plac oamenii care vad doar defectele celorlalti.

Nu cred ca voi reusi sa fiu fericita fara sa ma simt vinovata de asta.

Nu simt ca sunt completa.

Imi doresc sa fiu unica.

De cele mai multe ori prima impresie pe care mi-o formez despre cineva este reala.

Consider ca prietenii trebuie sa iti fie alaturi atunci cand iti e greu, dar inteleg limitele.

Monday, 27 December 2010

Endless repetitive events

The idea of the post came today while playing with my rings. I usually like to change them or simply deny wearing them. These days yet... I can't do this. I start taking them off but when I touch the engagement ring I realize I have to put everything back because I can't take it off. Nobody forces me to wear it. I simply feel strange if I take it off.
The ring remembered me about another inner conflict that I had... And still have. Never ending things. For example work 40 years from this day on. Living into the same town. Waking up everyday for the rest of your life next to... Same person. Paying for 30 years the loan for a house you don't even like that much. Eating the same food day after day... Not everyday, but often enough. Loosing at least one hour daily on our way to school or work.
And examples can continue. My question and homework... Is how do we avoid destroying ourselves in a situation like this. Do you have a response?

Sunday, 26 December 2010

Christmas in 2010

Ini mini miny mo... Christmas came again with snow.
Deck the halls with boughs of holly, 'tis the season to be jolly.

It's Christmas. Again. Another year will start in few days. A list of wishes for 2011 is being build as I write my thoughts on this little electronic page. Should we see the results for 2010? I think not. Cause then we'd be disappointed more than we already are. I... For one, know that my list was completely de-turned. As if it would have been stolen by someone and I couldn't remember anything from it.

Yet... For next year there is a new battle plan. Top listed is that I have to do everything in my power to remember what the evil spirits have stolen from me in 2010. Next on my list is to find a job... One to help me feel safe and in peace with myself.
Last but not least... Is to find peace. Inner peace. Fulfillment. Home. Not just a house. A home. Not just somewhere. Someone.

That's my battle plan for next year... No plan B. Just this!
So help us all, God!

Friday, 17 December 2010

Timp... incotro mergi? Spre ce meleaguri, noi, grabit, alergi?

For those who don't know romanian, the title can be translated like this: "time, where do you go? to which new places, in such a  hurry, you go?"

1954. He is born.

1960. She is born.

1984. They meet & get married. 1985. They have a kid. Me... 1992-1993. First grade. 1996-1997. Fifth grade. 2000. Highschool. 2004. Faculty. 2008. Master. Couldn't have done them all without them. Couldn't have existed without them. Thank you, both!

2004. Stranger in Bucharest. Time passed. 2005. Still stranger. 2006... I met you. Not so lonely anymore. Time went by. 2007, 2008, 2009. Now. 2010. We're so close, yet so far away. 2011. When did 5 years passed? When did almost 7 years passed?

2004. Disliking the person who now became my best friend. 2005. Still disliking her. 2006. Brought us in the same group. Time passed. 2008. Same room. 2010. My best friend :).

2005. I find a person to adopt me and be my grandmother. (2000. My last grandmother dies.) I like her very much. I see her almost every day. She was another stranger in my life. But now... a dear friend to me.

2011. To come soon. AMR 14 days.

And time... how can you turn into grown-up a little kid?

Thursday, 16 December 2010

When is enough enough?

How do you decide what is better than worse? When do you feel complete if there are so many things missing around you? When is happiness a good feeling? Why would you like to be happy by making others unhappy?

No one knows to answer. We all have questions. We all need answers. But do we all really search them, or are we just acting without sense for the others to not see that we don't act? Complicated? Not! Life! Real, cruel ... life!

What's the limit that you can cross about common sense? Is it fair to treat your friends different? Why can't we say the truth to everybody? Is it ok to lie because you don't want to make someone hurt... and when does he hurt more... when he finds the truth from the beginning or when he finds out that he was lied?

In my opinion enough is never enough. But enough is enough when you can't stand a situation. We should say stop when someone steps on our tail. From the first bad thing that happens to us or should we wait, in the idea that the situation will emprove? I had in my life different signs that things are not the way they should. I was right so many times... and wrong because of not taking them into account .

Listen the signs. Listen to people who were right before!

Thursday, 4 November 2010

Goodbye's (the saddest word)



Mamma
You gave life to me
Turned a baby into a lady

Mamma
All you had to offer
Was the promise of a lifetime of love

Now I know
There is no other
Love like a mother's love for her child

And I know
A love so complete
Someday must leave
Must say goodbye

Goodbye's the saddest word I'll ever hear
Goodbye's the last time I will hold you near
Someday you'll say that word and I will cry
It'll break my heart to hear you say goodbye

Mamma
You gave love to me
Turned a young one into a woman

Mamma
All I ever needed
Was a guarantee of you loving me

'Cause I know
There is no other
Love like a mother's love for her child

And it hurts so
That something so strong
Someday will be gone, must say goodbye

Goodbye's the saddest word I'll ever hear
Goodbye's the last time I will hold you near
Someday you'll say that word and I will cry
It'll break my heart to hear you say goodbye

But the love you gave me will always live
You'll always be there every time I fall
You are to me the greatest love of all
You take my weakness and you make me strong
And I will always love you 'til forever comes

And when you need me
I'll be there for you always
I'll be there your whole life through
I'll be there this I promise you, Mamma

Mamma, I'll be
I'll be your beacon through the darkest nights
I'll be the wings that guide your broken flight
I'll be your shelter through the raging storm
And I will love you 'till forever comes

Goodbye's the saddest word I'll ever hear
Goodbye's the last time I will hold you near
Someday you'll say that word and I will cry
It'll break my heart to hear you say goodbye

'Till we meet again...
Until then...
Goodbye

Thursday, 23 September 2010

D-ale economiei

Am citit astazi un articol cu care sunt de acord in totalitate. De ce majoritatea preturilor / tarifelor / salariilor sunt calculate in euro daca, momentan cel putin, moneda noastra nationala este leul?

Credite in euro, abonamente de telefonie mobila in euro, salariu de 1.4 euro / ora, masina la senzationalul pret de 6597 euro... garsoniere la 34.567 euro si lista poate continua.

Sa raportezi cresterea unui pret in lei la cresterea unui euro este cu totul altceva fata de a primi o oferta in euro pe care o platesti cu lei.

Va dau si voua link-urile:


Spor la citit!

Friday, 10 September 2010

"Pe vremea mea..."

Dupa ce veti citi postarea mea de astazi veti spune ca blogul acesta apartine unei persoane de vreo 60 de ani, care a trait pe vremuri de mult apuse si ale carei idei nu se mai aplica in ziua de azi.

Nu, nu am 60 de ani si nici nu am trait in acele vremuri, in care oricat ai fi muncit totusi aveai pentru ce sa muncesti... si mai ales UNDE!

La 25 de ani "pe vremuri" aveai servici, aveai casa si puteai sa iti iei si o masina. Puteai sa iti intemeiezi o familie si sa ii oferi copilului tau o pregatire incepand cu o gradinita, continuand cu o scoala, un liceu si o facultate. Munceai intr-adevar, de dimineata pana seara, nu aveai libertate, tehnologie, acces la informatie si stateai la cozi. Pentru orice.

La 25 de ani ai mei, firma la care am lucrat a dat faliment, stau cu chirie si mi-am pierdut speranta ca voi putea vreodata sa imi iau masina. Muncesc de dimineata pana seara pe o suma de bani care imi ajunge la fix pentru cheltuielile lunare, fara sa mai am cu ce imi cumpara de mancare. Haine, nu mai zic. Norocul meu ca mai am. Mi-e frica sa am un copil pentru ca nu vreau sa isi doreasca sa nu se fi nascut intr-o lume ca asta. Am facut un liceu economic, am mers la facultate si am facut chiar si un master. Si cu ce ma ajuta?

Parintii mei m-au educat sa nu vorbesc urat, sa fiu respectuoasa si sa ma port frumos cu oamenii din jurul meu. Totusi, hotararea de a ma purta intr-un fel sau altul imi apartine. Nu este vina parintilor pentru comportamentul copiilor. Sau cel putin nu in totalitate. Nu cred ca vreun parinte si-a invatat copilul sa plescaie guma in troleu. Si nu cred ca parintii si-au invatat copiii sa se drogheze. Totusi cred ca prin comportamentul lor parintii si-au influentat copiii. Intr-o familie in care parintii tipa unul la celalalt si eventual unul dintre ei este agresiv, copilului i se induce automat un comportament pe care oricat va incerca sa il controleze stiind ca este gresit nu va reusi in totalitate. La un moment dat va claca. Si va scoate la iveala un om de nerecunoscut.

In lumea de azi nimeni nu te ajuta sa te ridici. Nimeni nu te ajuta sa mergi mai departe. Sau sunt prea putini si greu de gasit acei oameni care sa te ajute. E adevarat ca trebuie sa fim optimisti. Si sa nu ne pierdem curajul. Dar cum sa faci asta in contextul actual? Cum faci diferenta intre oamenii (ne)buni si oamenii cu adevarat buni?

E ciudat cum niste pusti, abia iesiti de pe bancile scolii pot fi atat de prefacuti. Ce scoala or fi urmat ei de s-au transformat in astfel de specimene? S-o fi introdus in programa scolara ora de rautate gratuita? Dragi copii... Nu uitati ca indiferent de "rolul" pe care il ocupati in societate sa fiti inainte de toate oameni. Pentru ca omenia este singura noastra sansa de a ne salva si proteja de pericolele din jurul nostru. E usor sa fii lipsit de suflet, dar e o provocare sa iti modelezi sufletul.

Eu incerc sa il modelez. Sa fiu diplomata. Si prefer sa nu le fac rau oamenilor de langa mine. Dar daca o fac... as vrea sa le fie clar acelor oameni ca in momentul respectiv au fost intrecute toate limitele pe care bunul meu simt si buna mea crestere le poate suporta.

Saturday, 19 June 2010

Confidential

Confidential este un cuvant pe care il aud aproape zi de zi.


Prima data l-am intalnit sub forma de “secret”. Cand faceam diverse prostii si o rugam pe mama sa nu-i spuna lui tata. Era secretul nostru. Sau cand una dintre fetitele cu care ma jucam imi spunea unde i-a ascuns o jucarie alteia. Ori cand impreuna cu buna mea prietena faceam schimb de mancare fara ca mamele noastre sa stie.


Apoi l-am intalnit cand m-am angajat. Angajat este impropriu spus, pentru ca nu aveam un contract de munca. Pe atunci puteai sa lucrezi sezonier, fara un contract de munca. Insa, nimeni nu trebuia sa stie cati bani castigai.


Primul job. Ooo… aici am inceput sa ma lupt cu notiunea de “confidential”. Salariul este confidential. Ti se scria pe un postit. Ti se arata pe o lista, unde era doar numele tau . Cel mai amuzant a fost cand impreuna cu o colega am fost sa negociem salariul. Ni s-a spus… stiti, salariul e confidential. Si nu putem negocia cu amandoua in acelasi timp. Dar noi, pe un ton foarte naiv am marturisit faptul ca nu avem nimic de ascuns. Ma rog… intr-un final, ni s-a marit salariul. Si au cedat. Ne-au anuntat pe amandoua in acelasi timp cum / cu cat.


La dreptul muncii am invatat si despre clauza de confidentialitate. Alta gluma buna. Anunturi de recrutare unde numele firmei este confidential. Ce rost au?


Se spune in codul muncii ca angajatii au dreptul sa fie informati despre situatia firmei in cadrul careia lucreaza. Atata timp cat informatiile respective nu au caracter confidential, intrucat divulgarea lor ar putea afecta bunul mers al companiei. Cine hotaraste care sunt informatiile confidentiale si care nu?


Confidential. Este un cuvant pe care nu vreau sa il mai aud. Un concept folosit adeseori pentru a ascunde lucruri pe care nu stii sa le explici. Un stalp in spatele caruia ne ascundem ori de cate ori nu avem curaj sa le spunem adevarul celor care ne adreseaza o intrebare.


Ce vreau sa spun in post-ul asta? Daca n-ai inteles, inseamna ca e … Confidential.

Thursday, 17 June 2010

Sex and the city

Aseara am fost la film. Si nu la orice film, ci la “fabulous, glamorous, spectacular" <<Sex and the city>>. Printre multele lucruri care mi-au placut in film, s-a numarat aceasta melodie



I am woman, hear me roar
In numbers too big to ignore
And I know too much to go back an’ pretend.
’cause I’ve heard it all before
And I’ve been down there on the floor
No one’s ever gonna keep me down again!

CHORUS
Oh, yes, I am wise
But it’s wisdom born of pain.
Yes, I’ve paid the price
But look how much I gained.
If I have to, I can do anything.
I am strong,
I am invincible,
I am woman…

CHORUS

I am woman, watch me grow.
See me standing toe to toe
As I spread my lovin’ arms across the land.
But I’m still an embryo,
With a long, long way to go
Until I make my brother understand…

Oh, yes, I am wise
But it’s wisdom born of pain.
Yes, I’ve paid the price
But look how much I gained.
If I have to I can do anything!
I am strong,
I am invincible.

I am strong,
I am invincible,
I am woman.

Tuesday, 11 May 2010

Se spune ca mersul pe jos face piciorul frumos, dar…

Redau mai jos mesajul primit astazi:

SkirtBike este primul eveniment biciclistic din România, destinat cu precadere femeilor (vezi comunicat in format pdf).

Initiatoarele sale îsi propun sa redea femeilor curajul de a pedala în oras si de a se exprima în stilul lor unic si cochet. Si aceasta pentru ca mersul pe bicicleta zilnic la serviciu, la piata sau în oras cu prietenii reprezinta un mod de viata echilibrat, plin de naturalete, simplitate, feminitate si atitudine.

Te invitam si te asteptam cu drag la prima plimbare a doamnelor si domnisoarelor cu bicileta prin Bucureti.

Daca poti transmite mai departe comunicatul catre toate cunostintele tale interesate de acest eveniment ar fi extraordinar.

Multumesc frumos.

Papergirl

Asa cum am stabilit pe ordinea de zi, astazi vorbim despre:

Papergirl Brasov

Prietenii mei, Anca si Sebastian, s-au implicat alaturi de Ioana (pe care sper sa o cunosc in curand), intr-un proiect menit sa aduca zambet si culoare in Brasov.

Pasii proiectului sunt urmatorii:

Pana la 1 AUGUST 2010 se aduna: desene, picturi, schite, benzi desenate, caricaturi, stenciluri, colaje, printuri, fotografii, et caetera …

Pentru doua-trei saptamani, in luna august, in ceainaria Ceai et caetera se va desfasura o expozitie unde vor putea fi admirate materialele oferite pentru acest proiect.

Ulterior, la inceputul lui septembrie, rolele cu lucrari vor fi distribuite de pe bicicleta tuturor celor care se vor regasi pe strazile din Brasov. Dupa ce toata munca va fi fost prestata, urmeaza un afterparty pe cinste cu ceai si prajituri alaturi de artisti si toata lumea implicata in proiect.

Pentru mai multe detalii si informatii up-to-date, cititi:

Monday, 10 May 2010

Un post pe luna

Luna asta inca nu m-am tinut de promisiune, dar incerc sa imi adun toate ideile si sa le public repede repede.

Pe agenda se numara: PaperGirl, SkirtBike si Freecycle.

Pana atunci,

O zi buna!

PS: n-am uitat nici de pozele de la tara!

Sunday, 25 April 2010

Happy Bday to me :)

Asa cum deja multi dintre voi stiu, vineri a fost Sf. Gheorghe (23 aprilie). Adica, ziua mea de nume. In primul rand va multumesc frumos tuturor celor care mi-ati transmis intr-un fel sau altul “La Multi Ani!”.

Desi nu asta a fost ideea, week-end-ul in natura de care am avut parte a fost un fel de cadou pentru mine. Fara sa imi propun am avut parte si de party de ziua mea. Am fost cu oameni dragi, cu oameni pe care am ajuns sa ii cunosc mai bine… am avut parte si de cateva dezamagiri, dar bucuria oricum a fost mai mare.

Acum stau sub un copac inflorit si parca ninge. Petalele vin una cate una ca fulgii de nea. E asa de frumos. E galagie. Sunt pasarele. Sunt oameni dragi. Sunt si masini… sunt de toate.

Aaa… si acuma ca sa dau din casa: cineva e indragostita . Nu spui cine, secret mare dom’le!

Nu vreau inapoi la Bucuresti. Catelul latra… pasarelele canta… papadiile sunt ca niste raze de soare. Lalele. Narcise. Liliac. Zambete. Ciocolata. Gratar. Cafea. Lapte. Mic dejun cu mici si bere. Dulceata de coji de portocale. Rom. Eros. Tarica. Masina. Catel. Vulcanii noroiosi. Bulbuci de noroi. Peisaj ca de pe luna.

BRB.

Revin cu pics. Soon. Sper sa mai am timp cand ma intorc la Bucuresti. Bucuresti … e bine aici.

Tuesday, 6 April 2010

Ploaie in luna lui April

Mi-am amintit azi de o expresie “it’s raining cats and dogs”. Pe romaneste nu e deloc amuzant, dar prima data cand am auzit-o in engleza incepusem sa imi imaginez cum cainii si pisicile cad din cer precum niste stropi de ploaie. Eventual dintr-o galeata. Ca de, pe romaneste inseamna “ploua cu galeata”.

In alta ordine de idei, va las in compania unor versuri cunoscute. Sa va ganditi la ploaie. Si la lucrurile pe care le puteti face in timp ce ploua .

Va las si link-ul catre interpretarea lui Nicu Alifantis.

Ploua infernal,
si noi ne iubeam prin mansarde.
Prin cerul ferestrei, oval,
norii curgeau în luna lui Marte.

Peretii odaii erau
nelinistiti, sub desene în creta.
Sufletele noastre dansau
nevazute-ntr-o lume concreta.

O sa te ploua pe aripi, spuneai,
ploua cu globuri pe glob si prin vreme.
Nu-i nimic, iti spuneam, Lorelei,
mie-mi ploua zborul, cu pene.

Si ma-naltam. Si nu mai stiam unde-mi
lasasem în lume odaia.
Tu ma strigai din urma: raspunde-mi, raspunde-mi,
cine-s mai frumosi: oamenii?… ploaia?…

Ploua infernal, ploaie de tot nebuneasca,
si noi ne iubeam prin mansarde.
N-as mai fi vrut sa se sfirseasca
niciodata-acea luna-a lui Marte.

Versurile sunt din poezia “Ploaie in luna lui Marte” scrisa de Nichita Stanescu

Friday, 2 April 2010

Bai, bai, te rog eu, da-mi portofelul

Cea mai lunga zi de 1 aprilie din viata mea (de pana acum).

Ora 8:30. Aglomeratul Militari nu e chiar asa aglomerat. Chioscul de bilete e inchis, nu e nimeni in statie. Clar, greva e spontana dar serioasa. Intru la metrou. Surprinzator, nu era deloc aglomerat. Zic, nu tu autobuze, nu tu aglomeratie la metrou… sigur sunt in Bucuresti?

Ora 8:52. Eroilor. Ies de la metrou. Traversez pe partea celalta, gandindu-ma totusi ca greva nu e serioasa si o sa pot lua un troleu pana la servici.

Ora 8:54. Greva e reala. Nu vine niciun autobuz. Niciun troleu. Nimic. Iau niste narcise galbene in graba. Ma consolez cu parfumul lor imbietor si cu galbenul plin de viata.

Ora 9:01. Intru din nou la metrou. Aglomeratie. Ajung la Unirii. Cobor. Eu si restul lumii. Metroul ramane gol. Desi era tarziu si trebuia sa ajung la lucru, parca totusi ziua era prea frumoasa si nu vroiam deloc sa ma grabesc. Traversez parcul. Ma uit pe la maruntisurile care se vand acum de Paste. Un nene vindea portofele. Ma opresc sa ma uit. Inspectez alaturi de celelalte doamne si domnisoare modelele expuse. Ma hotarasc intr-un final. Cumpar. Plec agale mai departe.

Ora 9:40. Ajung la birou. Impart florile. Nici nu ajung bine sus, suna telefonul. “Ti-a venit candidata!”. Cobor.

Orele trec… Intr-un final se face 18:30.

Ora 18:50. Metrou Universitate. Parca nu m-as duce direct la metrou. As mai umbla vreo cateva minute. E frumos afara. Traversez pasajul. Sunt pe scarile rulante cand aud un zgomot care mi se parea cunoscut, dar nu stiam de unde sa il iau. Simt usor cum mi se agata rucsacul. 3 tipi, aparuti de nicaieri, trec pe langa mine. 2 mai mititei. Unul in schimb era mai bine facut. Trag rucsacul. Era deschis. Urmaresc inconstient cei 3 tipi cu privirea. Vad cum unul dintre ei baga ceva in buzunar.

Il urmaresc. Fac vreo 2 pasi si ajung langa el. Parca si el ma urmarea. Sau mi s-a parut? Nu stiu. Totul s-a petrecut prea repede. Stiu doar ca vroiam sa imi dea portofelul si de aia ma duceam spre el. Am avut diverse imagini si scenarii in cap. Nu stiu cand am avut timp sa le vad pentru ca totul s-a petrecut prea repede.

Imi amintesc doar ca am ajuns langa el si i-am zis: “Bai, bai, te rog eu, da-mi portofelul!”. Marturisesc, nici nu ma asteptam sa mi-l dea. Probabil de aia am si ezitat cand m-am trezit cu el in mana. Nu stiam daca sa il iau sau face misto de mine. In timp ce eu ma pregateam sa ii spun sa ia banii dar sa imi dea portofelul, el imi facea semn sa tac. Si sa nu fac scandal. Apoi a plecat.

Unul dintre “colegi”, il mustra. Altul, se limita sa observe cele intamplate. Mergeam oarecum in spatele lor, inconstient. Si simteam cum tot “curajul” avut anterior dispare. Tremuram. Pur si simplu nu stiam ce sa fac. La un moment dat s-a intors. Zic… frate, acuma gata. Mi-o iau. Mi-a mai facut o data semn sa tac si atat.

Ora 21:49. Si acum, stau si ma intreb: de unde atata tupeu pe capul meu? De unde atata tupeu sa ma duc la omul ala sa ii zic asa ceva? nu de alta, era dreptul meu dar… daca el se intorcea si imi dadea una, ramaneam cu dreptul meu si cu stangul si fara portofel.

Toata ziua m-am ferit de farsele de 1 aprilie. Se pare insa ca am avut parte de o intamplare pe care cu siguranta mi-o voi aminti toata viata. Si cel mai bine imi voi aminti cum eu am rugat cu tupeu un hot sa imi inapoieze portofelul.

Incredibil dar adevarat. Da, tot ce am scris aici, e real!

App… va doresc “Sarbatori Fericite!”

Tuesday, 23 March 2010

Ma mut!

Nu, nu in casa noua, ci cu blogul la o adresa noua :).

Revin cu vesti sa va spun unde si cum... ca deja m-am saturat de proprietari neseriosi :(

Multumesc pentru ca m-ati urmarit pana acum si sper sa o faceti in continuare.

"Datorita unor defectiuni tehnice" blogul a ramas aici.

Tuesday, 16 March 2010

Optimizare, estimare, planificare...

In ultimul timp cuvintele de mai sus alcatuiesc parte integranta a vietii mele. Cu cat incerc sa planific si sa optimizez activitatile zilnice, cu atat simt ca ma scufund in dezordine si instabilitate. Poate nu am dreptate. Poate este doar un simtamant pe termen scurt, ca urmare a schimbarii. Mi se pare ca in ultimul timp viata mea s-a transformat intr-o replica a expresiei: "Socoteala din targ nu se potriveste cu cea de acasa!".

Poate nu inteleg sensul acestor concepte. De aceea va propun sa descoperim impreuna ce zice DEX-ul despre ele. Cu care sa incepem? Optimizare, estimare sau planificare?

Optimizare = raționament sau calcul care permite găsirea valorilor unuia sau mai multor parametri corespunzând maximului unei funcții.

Estimare = stabilirea valoarii aproximative a unui bun sau a unui obiect; evaluare.

Planificare = a întocmi un plan; a programa, a organiza și a conduce pe bază de plan; a organiza o activitate, întocmind planul după care să se desfășoare diferitele ei faze.

Acum ca am aflat ce inseamna fiecare in parte si cu ce se mananca, ar trebui sa nu mai am probleme si ca semnele de intrebare sa fie mai putine decat erau pana acum cateva minute. Urmaresc efectele si va anunt ce am reusit sa fac.

Thursday, 25 February 2010

Am terminat

In anul 2008 am absolvit Facultatea de Management. Ca majoritatea absolventilor, m-am inscris si la master.

Nimic deosebit pana acum, nu?

Ciudatenia de acum incepe. In ultimul semestru de master m-am simtit foarte obosita... din ce in ce mai obosita si lipsita de chef de invatat. Imi doream doar sa il termin. Sa scap de ceea ce la un moment dat devenise o povara.

Ieri s-a intamplat. Am terminat masterul. Ciudat este faptul ca seara, in loc sa ma bucur de lipsa grijilor si de faptul ca am absolvit, eu ma intrebam de ce sa ma mai apuc? Daca as spune ca nu am niciun proiect in desfasurare as exagera. Dar nu am ceva al meu... sau cel putin asa simt acum. Asadar, in loc sa ma bucur ca am terminat, eu m-am apucat sa imi caut altceva care sa imi dea dureri de cap.

Va tin la curent. Intre timp, puteti sa imi dati idei.

Monday, 1 February 2010

Avem nevoie de ajutorul vostru



Sub acest titlu va rugam sa ne votati pentru a ne ajuta sa castigam un premiu prin care sa ne realizam un vis. Dati click pe cuvintele "ne iubim si ne luam" si veti fi directionati catre site-ul unde ne puteti acorda sprijinul vostru.


Multumim!


Dam o bere ;).

Tuesday, 19 January 2010

O noua provocare

Mi-am lansat o noua provocare. Da, eu mie! Un post pe luna. Macar un post pe luna. Nu media postarilor sa fie una pe luna! Nu, nu. Un post in fiecare luna calendaristica.

Daca imi iese asta, maresc miza :).

Pentru cei care vor sa stie ce mai fac: ma pregatesc de sesiune si lucrez la dizertatie.

Va pup!

Monday, 18 January 2010

As vrea sa dau timpu-napoi

Sunt multe lucruri pe care le-am facut in viata asta... si pe care nu le regret. Dar totusi, daca as avea posibilitatea... as da timpul inapoi, pentru a profita de timpul pe care n-am stiut sa il folosesc intr-un mod mai bun. Nu pentru a corecta greselile, ci pentru a invata din ele.

Posibilitatea de a transforma in realitate acest lucru este foarte scazuta, aproape inexistenta. De aceea, va rog sa ma ajutati cu o solutie pentru a invata de acum inainte din greselile mele. O solutie pentru a vedea jumatatea plina a paharului. O solutie pentru a visa si a transforma visele in realitate.

PS

Astazi m-am intalnit fata in fata cu o cititoare de-a mea. Nu ma asteptam ca tocmai ea sa petreaca o parte din timpul ei incercand sa inteleaga ideile pe care eu le exprim aici.

Multumesc!

Mutumesc atat celor care m-au citit pana acum, cat si celor care vor face asta de acum inainte!

Sunday, 15 November 2009

De ce sa nu ne laudam... daca avem cu ce?

Elevele care pun performanta 
inainte de toate


pentru olimpiada de servicii, elevele de la Economic au trebuit sa se pregateasca la patru sau cinci obiecte, din toti anii de studiu parcursi. "Mi s-a parut insa mai greu sa ajung la faza nationala, decit sa obtin un loc acolo", spune Veronica Cotea, cea care a obtinut premiul III.

Colegiul Economic "Mihail Kogalniceanu" Focsani are cu ce sa se mindreasca. Performantele obtinute de elevele liceului la olimpiada de servicii sint mai mult decit graitoare: premiul II - Georgiana Onea, premiul III - Veronica Cotea, mentiune Daniela Gatin, mentiune speciala - Mihaela Bivolaru, in anul III profesionala. Desi au participat pentru prima data la o olimpiada nationala, elevele de la Colegiul Economic s-au urcat pe primele locuri in clasament. Mai mult de atit, olimpicele premiante au obtinut si posibilitatea intrarii la facultate fara admitere, fiind la ora actuala in clasa a XII-a.
Fetele sint constiente de valoarea lor si nu se sfiesc sa vorbeasca despre rezultatele obtinute. Doar au muncit pentru asta, si inca din greu. Cu toate ca au obtinut niste locuri mai mult decit onorabile la olimpiada, stiu ca pot si mai mult, ca pot sa tinteasca mai sus. "Este prima data cind particip la faza nationala. De cind am plecat aveam ideea sa iau un loc pentru ca sa intru la facultate, insa nu ma asteptam chiar sa iau. Nu mi s-a parut greu, dar nu strica mai multa atentie", ne-a spus Georgiana Onea, eleva in clasa a XII-a F, profil administrativ, desi a cistigat premiul II la olimpiada interdisciplinara de servicii
, care a avut loc la Vilcea.
Veronica Cotea, pe de alta parte, spune ca pe plan local, concurenta a fost mult mai grea. Poate si din cauza ca a luptat contra propriilor colege. "Anul trecut am fost faza judeteana, dar nu am trecut mai departe. Anul acesta am luat premiul III la nationala. Mi s-a parut insa mai greu sa ajung la faza nationala, decit sa obtin un loc acolo. Voi da la ASE Bucuresti si, datorita acestui rezultat, voi intra, bineinteles, fara examen", ne-a spus Veronica Cotea, eleva in clasa a XII-a C, la profilul economic.
Pentru Daniela, experienta este mult mai importanta, deocamdata, pentru ca are tot timpul sa ajunga din urma performanta colegelor mai mari. Desi a fost un concurs foarte greu, fetele au fost incintate de noile locuri pe care le-au vizitat si de oamenii pe care i-au intilnit. "Nu a fost asa de greu pe cit ma asteptam. A fost ceva special, timpul petrecut acolo, oamenii noi, locurile noi pe care le-am cunoscut... Sper ca in anii urmatori sa obtin mai mult decit o mentiune", ne-a spus si Daniela Gatin, eleva in clasa a X-a C.
Mihaela Bivolaru, in ultimul an la profesionala, este putin mai tacuta. Ce ar putea spune, decit ca ar fi putut mai mult decit o mentiune speciala? Munca ei este insa la fel de apreciata in liceu.
Performanta, inainte de toate
Performanta a fost pusa de la inceput pe primul loc de toate cele patru eleve, dar mai ales de Veronica Cotea si Georgiana Onea, tocmai si datorita mizei - intrarea la o facultate de profil. "Emotiile au fost multe si gindul ca sint unii mai bine pregatiti care sa ti-o ia inainte", ne-au spus, in cor, Veronica si Georgiana. Efortul celor doua eleve din clasa a XII-a, cit si a celorlalte, este cu atit mai laudabil cu cit olimpiada prin care au trecut este una cu totul diferita. Fiind o concurs interdisciplinar, participantii au fost nevoiti sa invete la 4 - 5 obiecte in acelasi timp, in functie de anul de studiu si de profil. Munca a fost atit de imensa, incit in unele momente fetele s-au gindit ca ar fi fost mult mai usor sa dea un examen. "Nu a trebui sa invatam doar materia din anul respectiv, ci si din anii anteriori. Am avut cite trei manuale la fiecare materie si am ajuns la concluzia ca era mai bine sa dau admitere", ne-a spus Veronica Cotea, eleva in clasa a XII-a, la profilul economic. In plus, olimpicele au trecut si printr-o proba practica, ce presupunea rezolvarea unor probleme mai complexe, direct pe calculator. Fetele sint mindre ca, desi au avut ceva emotii, tocmai la aceasta proba s-au descurcat mai bine. "Sint niste fete exceptionale, care au muncit foarte mult. Meritul este al lor, pentru ca au reusit, cu tenacitate, sa ajunga la o asemenea performanta. Vor fi niste studente valoroase", ne-a spus profesoara Veronica Rusu, una dintre profesoarele care s-au ocupat de cele doua eleve premiante.
Colegiul Economic "alimenteaza" facultatile de profil
In fiecare an, renumitul colegiu focsanean trimite cite unul sau doi elevi la facultate, pe baza performantelor de la olimpiada. "Colegiul Economic are un nume si un renume in Vrancea. Este cam a treia optiune a elevilor si a parintilor intre liceele de cultura generala si prima in cazul celor care pregatesc intr-o meserie. Si pentru a avea un renume si la nivel national ne trebuie asemenea rezultate. In Romania sint cam 23 - 30 de licee economice, iar cind elevii se intilnesc la fazele nationale ale olimpiadelor, intotdeauna ne clasam pe primele trei locuri. Aproape in fiecare an avem unul sau doi elevi care intra la facultate fara admitere. Sintem mindri de asemenea rezultate", ne-a spus Radu Stefan, directorul Colegiului Economic "Mihail Kogalniceanu". Conducerea liceului apreciaza ca, pe an ce trece, concursul la care participa elevii este din ce in ce mai complex. Si aceasta datorita faptului ca este cel de-al doilea an in care copiii trebuie sa invete la mai multe discipline, la care se mai adauga si o proba practica. De aceea, rezultatele se datoreaza nu numai muncii depuse de elevi, ci si colectivului de profesori care stiu sa le puna valoarea in evidenta. "Elevi buni sint peste tot, dar a-i aduce la acest nivel de pregatire este meritul profesorilor", este de parere directorul Radu Stefan. Profesorii care au muncit pentru a-i pregati pe olimpici sint Sonica Darmanescu, Veronica Rusu, Mioara Botezatu, Mihaiela Avram, Valeria Scarlat, Mihaela Fistoc, precum si Corina Visan si Voicuta Pircalabu, care au pregatit elevii de la profesionala.
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Poza a fost preluata de aici
Articolul a fost preluat de aici: Ziarul de Iasi
(Camelia STANILA)
Data publicarii: 30/04/2004

Sunday, 6 September 2009

Gata...

Tocmai a plecat zugravul ;)... Spunea ca a terminat de facut modificarile pe blog. Ce ziceti? Cum s-a descurcat?

Friday, 4 September 2009

In renovare

Blogul meu este in renovare si din acest motiv lucrurile apar un pic aiurea. Imi pare rau daca v-am cauzat neplaceri. Voi incerca sa le remediez cat mai curand.

Un demers intersant: << schimbdecarti.ro >>

"Schimb de Carti" este o serie de intalniri lunare ce se desfasoara in mai multe orase din Romania (si nu numai), simultan.

Pe scurt... ne intalnim pentru a schimba carti intre noi si a discuta intr-un cadru cat mai liber si cat mai putin rigid, la un ceai, un suc sau o bere despre carti, autori, edituri si orice ne mai trece prin minte. Intrarea este libera si oricine poate participa.

... continuarea pe http://schimbdecarti.ro

Monday, 31 August 2009

Caut doctor...

Recent viata mea a luat-o pe carari straine. Uneori am impresia ca nu imi mai apartine. De curand am fost la medic. Mi-a dat o duzina de analize de facut. Un lucru e clar: cu capul nu scap :))

Tuesday, 4 August 2009

Cu chef de viata si nu prea...

Cred ca mi-a luat caldura mintile. Trec rapid de la o stare la alta, uneori imi vine sa rad alteori imi vine sa plang. Am revenit la un obicei mai vechi. Nu stiu cat o sa ma tine. Scriu si ascult muzica. Imi prinde bine. Ma simt mai bine. Mai usoara. Desi uneori, anumite melodii imi trezesc amintiri, placute sau nu.

Cred ca totusi imi place. Da. Imi place sa imi amintesc. Ma ajuta sa vad ca am evoluat. Sa vad ca m-am schimbat. Sa imi dau seama ca totusi in viata mea s-au intamplat multe lucruri din care am invatat ceva.

Acum ascult melodia asta... draguta in felul ei:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ryalMzJhmO8&NR=1.
Multumesc YouTube!

Monday, 3 August 2009

Prieteni dragi... nu v-am uitat!

Am mustrari de constiinta. Viata mea a luat o intorsatura la care nu m-am asteptat. Mi se pare ca tot timpul sunt ocupata si ca nu mai fac lucruri care inainte imi placeau. Teoretic e adevarat. Responsabilitatile mele sunt altele acum. Nu mai sunt aceeasi. Grijile mele sunt mai multe. Aspiratiile mele au devenit altele. Dar mi se pare ca uneori sunt ocupata sa fiu ocupata. Petrec timp facand lucruri mai putin importante si imi stabilesc gresit prioritatile.


Iar uneori ajung sa ma opresc din tumultul lucrurilor si sa ma intreb: "ce am facut azi?" Raspuns... nimic despre care sa imi amintesc maine ca fiind ceva deosebit.

Prieteni dragi, va scriu acum si va marturisesc faptul ca nu, nu v-am uitat si imi pare rau ca fizic nu pot sa fiu langa voi asa cum poate v-am promis, dar in gandul meu sunteti mereu prezenti. Stiu, stiu ca nu este suficient, dar in momentul acesta de cumpana doar atat pot sa fac. Mai aveti putina rabdare cu mine... poate reusesc totusi sa ies la liman!?

Ce pot sa fac sau ce ar trebui sa fac? Astept sugestii!

fotosource: http://www.fotolitera.ro/fotolitera.php?id=1351

"Bluji am, jeaca-mi cumpar, oleaca de bataie stiu... acu' ma duc la Bucuresti"

Bucuresti... taramul tuturor posibilitatilor sau taramul pierzaniei? Ce trebuie sa faci sa ai ceea ce iti trebuie? Cum trebuie sa fii ca sa ajungi sa fii multumit de ceea ce ti se intampla?

De ce oare unii oameni au curaj sa o ia de la zero... fara sa se teama ca vor esua, iar altii nu sunt in stare nici macar sa mearga mai departe cu ceea ce au?

Viata... pentru mine esti un mister! Iar de fiecare data cand mi se pare ca te-am elucidat te intorci impotriva mea sa imi dai inca o palma... Multumesc pentru fiecare lectie pe care mi-ai dat-o, dar te-as ruga sa incerci sa fii un profesor mai bland.