Drumuri..

Acum 2 weekenduri am fost la munte.. am urcat pana la Costila, a fost frumos. As pune si poze, dar nu am timp.. Weekendul trecut am fost iar pe undeva, sa ma intalnesc cu niste prieteni (la Cupa, pt cunoscatori), si apoi la tara.. Intre timp am avut multe interviuri, in ambele calitati de intervievat sau recruiter, pe langa multe alte responsabilitati, iar in seara asta plec in Caras la un stagiu, ultimul dintr-o serie de 3 pe care le-am coordonat. Zilele astea picam din picioare de somn, dupa o anumita ora, ca niciodata..
Draga jurnalule, ma intorc luni dar nu promit ca o sa scriu des. Pana la urma aveam nevoie de o vacanta, si nu credeam vreodata ca un stagiu poate sa fie o vacanta. Well.. este. Atunci cand stii exact ce ai de facut.. Ce ciudat, tocmai eu sa spun asta. ;)
Ma duc sa imi bag niste lucruri in rucsac si sa mananc. Noapte buna!

Doamne, apara-ne de oameni! ;)

Intamplatoare..

Draga jurnalule,
intamplator sau nu, dupa multe ezitari si rasturnari de situatie, a trebuit sa plec la Budapesta. Renuntari, razgandiri.. telefoane, mailuri.. un pasaport adus in fuga la gara in Arad in toiul noptii (altfel trebuia sa cobor din tren), impreuna cu chitanta ca amenda s-a platit, o cutie de Rafaello data la schimb (din aia care merita sa traiesti viata asta care e ca un tomberon :)). [gluma]. Hoinareala prin B*dapesta in toiul diminetii, doua doamne din cultul Bah*i in cuseta cu mine, aproape sa ma convinga ca detin cheia, solutia, adevarul. O alta doamna care a urcat in BV, deprimata, unguroaica din Sfantu Gh, care se ducea sa isi viziteze fata care urma sa se marite cu un elvetian, si care ne-a marturisit ca are noroc ca pastilele isi fac imediat efectul, ca le ia si gata se linisteste si doarme, ca altfel ce s-ar face fara ele. Draguta de altfel. Asaa.. ele 3 si eu. Pana la urma am adormit. Si ramasesem la hoinareala de dimineata prin oras, mers pe jos pana la Deak Ter unde trebuia sa ma intalnesc cu Zsofi (eram pt prima data in orasul asta). Am ajuns la fix (mi se intampla mereu cand hoinaresc prin cate un oras necunoscut sa ajung la fix la intalniri sau la gara). Am lasat rucsacul la hotel, am fost prin oras, m-am intors dupa-amiaza.. nimeni prin zona pana la masa.. o mica frustrare ca nu cunosteam pe nimeni, ca eram 11 din care majoritatea de o varsta mai putin frageda decat a mea. Vineri seara o plimbare prin oras din nou (prin cetate, pe partea cealalata a Dunarii), prin aceleasi locuri dar foarte diferite noaptea.. o bere.. Sambata munca toata ziua, niste salate deosebite la European Y*uth C*nter, unde am stat, seara un restaurant traditional maghiar, duminica din nou lucru pana la pranz, plecari, plimbari prin oras, intalnire cu Zsofi si Biba, la care am stat seara. Daca plecam ma intalneam cu doamnele Bah*i, dar am mai stat o zi si am plecat luni seara. Tot duminica, cina la un restaurant turcesc unde am fost intrebata in romana ce doresc (nu stiu cum si-au dat seama) si alte discutii cu alti romani care erau pe acolo. Dormit la Biba, undeva intr-o casa la marginea orasului, intr-o camera foarte personalizata, la mansarda. O camera foarte frumoasa, cu amprente personale, asa cum mi-as fi dorit si eu. Luni, am gasit cel mai frumos loc din oras (gusturile chiar ca nu se discuta) - biserica ortodoxa sarba, unde era slujba. Un Logan de CS in curte, paie in biserica pe o podea de lemn, miros de fan, liniste. Repede spre gara, sa o astept pe Carmen, cu care mi-am petrecut restul zilei. Sau poate altul era cel mai frumos loc din oras - muzeul Anonimus (momentan al agriculturii but have no idea why), un nene cantand la harpa in curte, pasarele si mult verde. Baile termale cu o arhitectura deosebita. Strazile de suveniruri, o catedrala frumoasa, vederi cu Ungar*a mare si multe, mult prea multe tricouri extremiste.
In final o bere pe malul Dunarii, asfintitul, plecarea spre gara, un compartiment mult prea plin in care toata lumea vorbea si eu vroiam sa dorm. Tipa care se ocupa de vagon ne-a intrebat daca nu vrem o cuseta ne-mixta, am zis ca orice dar vreau sa dorm, m-am mutat. Dimineata am conversat linistita cu tipii din compartiment, dintre care unul fusese cu Erasmus 3 luni, pe metalurgie, dar deosebit de interesat de semantica si probleme gramaticale. O intrerupere de calatorie in Brasov, pentru 3 ore, unde am mancat, am fost la Carrefour si apoi am admirat putin Brasovul de sus.. plecare cu trenul urmator, 1,6 lei diferenta locul in accelerat. O "pauza de viata". O coborare la metrou si urcat cu usurinta treptele cate doua, cu rucsacul in parte. Cumparat un buchet de sunatoare pe drum..
Multe ganduri, oameni, experiente, locuri, ordine in prioritati, cel putin cele de saptamana asta. Draga jurnalule, ciclic, revin.. home is where your heart is, si distanta nu se masoara intotdeauna in kilometri ci in ganduri si poate in 160 de caractere dintr-un sms.
Noapte buna!

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Wear Sunscreen - by Mary Schmich

Wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

It's been ei while...

Chiar ma gandeam la asta.. desi n-am mai scris demult. Si m-am uitat azi si intr-adevar pe 3 iunie anu' trecut mi-am facut blogul. Ce repede a trecut. Vai, e incredibil, un an, draga jurnalule! :)
Tu, eu, si ceilalti 20 (or so..). :))
Am scris peste 100 de posturi, numa' ca recunosc ca in ultimul timp nu am putut sa scriu. In general, ori scriu despre fapte, relatez cate ceva, ori scriu despre sentimente, pe care le scriu pe jumatate, cat pentru mine. Cred ca oricum nu intelege nimeni nimic. Acum nu mai scriu despre nimic. Faptele se intampla pur si simplu. Sentimentele si gandurile exista. Sunt in mine. In tine.. in fabrici si uzine.. in clasa muncitoare.. I am unique, just like everybody else is.
Acum trebuie sa plec, draga jurnalule. Cred ca merg pana la Kidex (a, da, ca tot ai facut un an), si apoi la beer festival, pt ca o sa cante Vank si Stefan Banica jr. Dar vai, si Ana Lesko. :)) Ea canta prima, vai, daca o ratez?
Din o mie de ganduri ce ma chinuie si nu ma lasa sa dorm uneori... cel mai taaare ma doaare ca noi..
But I'm ok. We're ok, I guess. ;)