RoBlogFest party tonight!

Heeeello everybody!

Stiu ca am ajuns sa scriu din an in Paste si va spun sincer ca regret asta, iar singura mea scuza e faptul ca sunt pe ultima suta de metri cu facultatea si cu licenta.

Din pacate m-am gandit cam tarziu sa ma inscriu sa merg la RoBlogFest party, asa ca acum urmaresc streamingul live de la eveniment. Iata ca am participat, alaturi de colegele mele de la ApPRentice, la categoriile blog colectiv si blog despre comunicare. La ultima dintre ele urmeaza sa aflam rezultatele in seara asta. 😀 Am descoperit ca la aceasta categorie concuram cu niste concetateni de-ai mei, de la Blog de Vrancea. Habar n-aveam ca vrancenii sunt interesati de blogosfera, dar ma bucur sa vad ca m-am inselat. 🙂

AAnyway, azi am fost la RIM&ME ’09 si am inceput sa visez cu ochii deschisi la masterate in afara. Sper sa reusesc sa-mi si transform visul in realitate. Daca 24000 euro/an vi se pare mult, sa stiti ca sunt si alternative mai accesibile, important e sa existe vointa si pasiune. 🙂 Un articol despre acest subiect o sa apara pe ApPRentice in curand. Si fiindca tot am fost acolo, am aparut pe sticla, la PRO TV mai exact, aparent chiar in prime time, adica la stiri. M-a vazut mami, deci nu stiu ce a zis Esca despre mine. :))

In weekend urmeaza alte activitati interesante, printre care PR&AD FAIR, la care noi, fetele de la ApPRentice, suntem parteneri media. 😀 Trebuie sa marturisesc ca sunt foarte mandra de prima noastra colaborare. 🙂 Asa ca va asteptam cu drag la eveniment!

Spring is not what it used to be…

Mi-e dor de primaverile linistite de acasa, cand primeam si imparteam martisoare si zambete, cand eram vesela sa vad primii muguri si stiam sa ma bucur de razele timide de soare. Mi-e dor de zilele de 8 martie cand eram langa mama mea si ma puteam duce dimineata s-o iau in brate. De atunci parca a trecut prea mult timp…si nimic nu mai e la fel.

falling petalsPrimaverile sunt din ce in ce mai triste, cu mai putin soare, cu mai putine martisoare, cu mai putini prieteni care stiu sa zambeasca. Primavara asta a fost fara ghiocei, fara “La multi ani!”, fara mama aproape. Pe deasupra, am ratat inca o data un lucru pe care mi-l doream enorm. E o primavara trista, in care zilele sunt sufocate de probleme si de griji, iar pe strada vad tot mai multe femei abatute.

LE: Am primit ghiocei. S-a mai inseninat afara. Poate nu e chiar asa de rea primavara asta. 🙂

Mai putine ore la liceu

Fiindca micutii patriei se simteau coplesiti de prea multe ore de invatat, creierele luminate de la Ministerul Invatamantului au decis sa reduca numarul de ore la liceu la 30. S-a mai taiat cate o ora de la limbile straine, mai de la chimie, fizica sau matematica si s-au eliminat orele de educatie fizica.

Acum stau si ma intreb ce o sa mai iasa din copiii astia, care nu vor mai fi capabili nici sa se angajeze intr-un call center. Forma fizica se va duce si ea de rapa si vor avea acelasi entuziasm pentru sport precum au pentru educatie. Viitorul se anunta a fi din ce in ce mai sumbru. 🙁

The scent of Venice

I know it is a bit late for my tale, but I shall excuse myself, as I have been quite busy with my studies and I could not neglect (nor will I ever) my loved one. So, here it is, my story about the wonderful trip we took to Italy last month.

The longest hours

It was a short break after the exams and I could not wait to get away from it all. I had  imagined and pictured beautiful sights and wonderful music, all savoured with a nice glass of wine and some fine Italian cooking. And all this was about to become reality soon. The day had come, the bags were packed, and we got to the airport just in time, that is 2 hours before our flight. Everything went well, until I realized that it was 2 o’clock pm and we weren’t even close to leaving. I instantly imagined that the plane had a delay…but I could have never pictured what I was about to find out. I hear a woman talking close to where we were, and she was saying that her son had called the information desk and the flight was delayed for 4 hours. Consequently, I stood there, angry and feeling idle, while my baby tried to calm me down. The company did not annouce us of anything for another 1 hour and a half, when they finally admitted that there was a 4 hour delay. We weren’t given any explanation, but they tried to bribe us with sandwiches. I needn’t tell you it didn’t work. After another 3 hours, we were told that there would be a further delay of another 2 hours and that the plane would leave at 8 o’clock pm. A 6 hour delay, because, apparently, the plane could not take off due to bad weather conditions, but there was no clear explanation. I could have never imagined.

Meanwhile, my aunt was waiting for us in Venice. But when she got to the airport, she found out that the plane wasn’t landing there, because it was supposed to land in Treviso, 30 km away from Venice. The extra-trip added to the delay and it turned out to be an incredibly long day for all of us.

We finally landed at Treviso at around 10 o’clock pm, Italian time and we were absolutely exhausted. Moreover, during the flight there had been constant turbulences and I cannot say I was at my confortable hour.

Treviso from plane

Abano Terme

The first day we decided to get some rest and, because it rained a little in the morning, we planned to go out for a walk during the afternoon. The frugal Italian breakfast was perfect, as I couldn’t wait to taste some home made cappuccino.

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Changeling

Nu am mai vazut de mult un film care sa ma impresioneze atat de mult pe cat a facut-o “Changeling“. Sigur ca e si influenta faptului ca pelicula e inspirata dintr-un fapt real: puterea unei mame de a lupta pana la capat pentru copilul ei. Desi situatii ca ale femeii din film se intampla mult prea des si astazi, presa si alte figuri publice si-au pierdut de mult interesul de a sustine cauze demne si reale, rezumandu-se la a profita de nefericirea altora pentru a le creste audienta. Poate am nostalgia unor vremuri in care presa isi apara cu tarie credinta in valorile supreme, precum binele si adevarul, si poate aceleasi idealuri ii conduceau pe oameni in cautarile lor. Cert e ca acest film este o experienta de viata.

Daca pana acum nu ii intelegeam pe ai mei in totalitate cand venea vorba de nevoia de a ma proteja de anumite lucruri, acum pot spune ca mi-am schimbat intrucatva perspectiva. Pana la urma, dar avand un copil poti intelege cu adevarat ce inseamna responsabilitatea fata de cresterea lui si iubirea materna.

Angelina Jolie si John Malkovich fac niste roluri superbe sub bagheta magica a lui Clint Eastwood.

Va invit sa vedeti acest film incredibil de profund si real.

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