<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751</id><updated>2012-01-24T01:49:10.308+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The red spot on the invisible curtain</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts about the colours I see in my life or in the people around me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>213</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-4918115778391087424</id><published>2011-06-02T23:38:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T23:51:48.502+03:00</updated><title type='text'>New city, new blog</title><content type='html'>I just moved to Stockholm and I'm starting a lot of new things, such as a new blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://silviapatrascu.wordpress.com"&gt;www.silviapatrascu.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-4918115778391087424?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4918115778391087424/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=4918115778391087424' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/4918115778391087424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/4918115778391087424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-city-new-blog.html' title='New city, new blog'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-7058326910082104855</id><published>2011-05-05T11:48:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T11:50:54.096+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought</title><content type='html'>This week I realized why I like WENA so much. It's because of people's stories.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that this year will be the best year so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-7058326910082104855?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7058326910082104855/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=7058326910082104855' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/7058326910082104855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/7058326910082104855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-thought.html' title='Just a thought'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-2642335565025998400</id><published>2011-02-03T22:56:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T23:01:06.367+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's happeninng</title><content type='html'>I think I only realized it when I heard Roxi this morning. And it feels like the biggest commitment I ever took in my life. It's a bit scary and extremly beautiful. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's going to be an amazing adventure. I hope I will know to enjoy every single moment of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smiley me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-2642335565025998400?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2642335565025998400/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=2642335565025998400' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/2642335565025998400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/2642335565025998400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-happeninng.html' title='It&apos;s happeninng'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-6855936926065002030</id><published>2011-01-24T10:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T10:03:09.481+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Many times upon a time&lt;br /&gt;There was a man who loved a woman.&lt;br /&gt;Many times upon a time&lt;br /&gt;There was a woman who loved a man.&lt;br /&gt;Many times upon a time&lt;br /&gt;There was a man and there was a woman&lt;br /&gt;Who did not love the ones who loved them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps only once&lt;br /&gt;A man and a woman who loved each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Robert Desnos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-6855936926065002030?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6855936926065002030/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=6855936926065002030' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/6855936926065002030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/6855936926065002030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2011/01/fairy-tale.html' title='Fairy tale'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-5840182187627948649</id><published>2011-01-23T02:59:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T03:37:45.376+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Recunoștință</title><content type='html'>Azi mi-am dat seama din nou că trăiesc o perioadă extrem de frumoasă, în care am foarte multe din lucrurile pe care mi le-am dorit. Am multe de care să fiu mândră și pentru care să fiu recunoscătoare. Și cred că acum e un moment foarte bun să le pun pe hârtie (a se citi blog) pentru a le avea la îndemână când am nevoie:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;pot să gândesc pozitiv&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cred în faptul că mă pot modela spre a deveni cea mai bună variantă a Silviei&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;am aproape oameni care mă admiră și mă apreciază&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;am curaj să merg spre ceea ce îmi doresc&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;călătoresc (mai mult decât mi-aș fi imaginat acum 8 ani, când au început peregrinările)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stau într-un loc în care mă simt ca acasă&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;părinții mei mă susțin necondiționat în tot ceea ce fac&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sunt sinceră cu mine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;garderoba mea devine din ce în ce mai plină de rochițe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;am 4 poze nebune cu o prietenă extrem, extrem de dragă mie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sunt parte din echipa Habitat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lucrez cu oameni creativi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;în fiecare zi am cel puțin un motiv să zâmbesc sincer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;am oameni la care mă pot duce dacă mi-e greu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;citesc beletristică&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;de 3 zile ninge într-una și de fiecare dată când sunt afară sunt invadată de emoții pozitive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;am fost în Rio și am cea mai frumoasă amintire de la Cristo Redentor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;viața mea spirituală&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Îmi face bine să îmi amintesc de ceea ce am în viața mea. Îmi dă putere, încredere și speranță.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-5840182187627948649?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5840182187627948649/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=5840182187627948649' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/5840182187627948649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/5840182187627948649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2011/01/recunostinta.html' title='Recunoștință'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-3566015089038425448</id><published>2011-01-13T23:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T00:02:28.236+02:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>We grew older, stronger and ... apart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-3566015089038425448?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3566015089038425448/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=3566015089038425448' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/3566015089038425448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/3566015089038425448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-5003841998343179370</id><published>2011-01-10T01:27:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T02:19:46.632+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Punct. Si de la capat</title><content type='html'>E un moment bun sa fac bilantul. S-a incheiat si gloriosul an 22 al vietii mele. S-a terminat de curand si 2010, asa ca numai bine sa trag linia acum :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Punct.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despre ce a fost 2010? Despre crestere si proactivitate. Sunt mandra de ce am devenit in 2010: mai puternica, mai independenta, mai fericita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2010 a fost despre 3 ONGuri care la modul cel mai serios mi-au schimbat viata. Toastmasters mi-a dat la inceput de 2010 un motiv sa am incredere in mine si sa trec peste mica depresie in care intrasem, iar la sfarsit de 2010 mi-a dat motive sa-mi zambeasca ochii din nou. Habitat mi-a dat cea mai frumoasa vara din viata mea, un vis pentru viitor si prima idee antreprenoriala. Toate astea pe langa cativa oameni minunati care s-au lipit ca un magnet de frigider de inima mea. Iar AIESEC mi-a aratat din nou lumea, m-a adus intr-o echipa pe care mi-am dorit-o demult si mi-a dezvaluit cativa oameni cu potential real de prieteni pe viata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2010 a fost si despre o despartire care a durut mai mult decat orice altceva si care m-a facut mai puternica si mai capabila sa apreciez lucrurile frumoase din viata mea. Tot in 201o mi-am dat seama ca daca e un lucru pe care pot sa il fac, acela e sa nu tolerez situatii care nu imi plac. Am zis nu de fiecare data cand nimeni altcineva nu a avut curajul, am pus cartile pe fata cand altii s-au ascuns, mi-am luat inima-n dinti si am plecat cand nu m-am mai recunoscut in mediul in care eram. De multe ori a durut, dar mereu a fost decizia cea mai buna. Si pentru mine, si pentru cei din jur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2010 a fost despre proactivitate. Mai tot timpul (evident au fost si exceptii ca de.. I still have an inner drama queen) m-am dus spre oportunitatile pe care le-am vrut, spre oamenii care mi-au placut sau de care am avut nevoie, spre locurile unde m-am simtit ca acasa. Cateodata in drum spre oportunitati/oameni/locuri m-am mai lovit de usi inchise sau de ziduri prea tari, m-am mai ratacit sau mi-am dat seama ca alta mi-e de fapt destinatia. Dar fiecare descoperire am facut-o pe pielea mea si tare bine mi-a prins!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2010 mi-a mai adus si un vis frumos pentru 2011, ceea ce ne duce la partea 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;De la capat.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despre ce va fi 2011, vom vedea abia la sfarsit. Despre ce imi doresc sa fie... despre descoperiri. Vreau sa fiu mai curajoasa, sa imi asum mai multe riscuri, sa ma apropii de mai multi oameni. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunt multe lucruri pe care le vreau de la 2011, sunt multi oameni pe care ii vreau in viata mea, sunt multe si mari asteptarile de la mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vesnica dorinta despre viata sanatoasa, sport si slabit este evident in top (insotita si de scepticism, dar si de niste actiuni pe care am inceput deja sa le intreprind). La fel si cea despre sufletul pereche despre care se tot vorbeste in povesti (aceasta are si mai mult scepticism in spate). Si nu putea sa lipseasca de pe lista mea ceva legat de calatorii. Vreau sa mai vad lumea, sa o descopar, sa-mi placa sau nu. Numai ca de data asta am o conditie: sa o vad cu oameni dragi mie. Nu-mi mai place sa ma tot plimb de una singura. Parca am avut destul timp pentru mine. Anul asta vreau sa fiu printre oameni. Da, in 2011 vreau sa fiu parte dintr-un grup care sa-mi placa (n-as fi crezut c-as zice vreodata asta). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 2011 vreau sa-mi iubesc viata! Si asta o sa fac! Am inceput bine anul din puntul asta de vedere :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-5003841998343179370?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5003841998343179370/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=5003841998343179370' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/5003841998343179370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/5003841998343179370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2011/01/punct-si-de-la-capat.html' title='Punct. Si de la capat'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-2655852401176384757</id><published>2010-12-13T23:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T00:06:24.706+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive</title><content type='html'>If I were to sum up my last 2 months in one word, that would be alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things I've been through, all the things I witnessed, all the people I met, all the emotioions  and reactions I had make me feel alive. From being very angry to extremly serene, from needing someone to being completely independent, from very healthy to kind of sick, from bored to very busy, from lonely to being in love, I experienced it all. And I am happy for everything that happened, every training I delivered, every meeting I attended, every conversation, every party, every walk, every sunset, every kiss, every new person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel alive. I was never before aware of this feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-2655852401176384757?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2655852401176384757/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=2655852401176384757' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/2655852401176384757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/2655852401176384757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/12/alive.html' title='Alive'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-3596315118381848742</id><published>2010-10-26T21:12:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T21:18:18.655+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pe una din strazile mele</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;"Ma trezesc luni de dimineata, ma imbrac, ies pe usa, inchid poarta, merg pe drum, nu vad ca e o groapa si cad in ea.&lt;br /&gt;Ma trezesc marti de dimineata, ma imbrac, ies pe usa, inchid poarta, merg pe drum, nu vad ca e o groapa si cad in ea.&lt;br /&gt;Ma trezesc miercuri de dimineata, ma imbrac, ies pe usa, inchid poarta, merg pe drum, vad ca e o groapa si cad in ea.&lt;br /&gt;Ma trezesc joi de dimineata, ma imbrac, ies pe usa, inchid poarta, merg pe drum, vad ca e o groapa, o ocolesc si imi continui drumul.&lt;br /&gt;Ma trezesc vineri de dimineata, ma imbrac, ies pe usa, inchid poarta, merg pe drum, ma intalnesc cu un vecin, vorbesc cu el, vad ca e o groapa, o ocolesc si imi continui drumul.&lt;br /&gt;Ma trezesc sambata de dimineata, ma imbrac, ies pe usa, inchid poarta, merg pe drum, nu-mi dau seama ca groapa e acolo, o ocolesc si imi continui drumul.&lt;br /&gt;Ma trezesc duminica de dimineata, ma imbrac, ies pe usa, inchid poarta si o iau pe alt drum."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Pe strada SBDB e vineri. Timpul e ciudat. Ai spune ca intre miercuri si joi sunt numai cateva ore. Mie mi-a luat 3 ani. Si inca un an sa ajung de joi pana vineri. Sunt curioasa cat o sa mai dureze pana duminica...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-3596315118381848742?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3596315118381848742/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=3596315118381848742' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/3596315118381848742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/3596315118381848742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/10/pe-una-din-strazile-mele.html' title='Pe una din strazile mele'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-6163356948928706426</id><published>2010-10-24T17:10:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T18:03:03.494+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My perfect week in Sweden</title><content type='html'>I wish I could export the movie I have in my mind about my week in Sweden. I wish I could describe every feeling, every moment, every emotion. But I can't. I lost my writing skills long time ago. Still, I feel the need to write about it. To remember it. To treasure it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems like I'm using too big words for a trip . But it was the first time when I took a trip to find an answer to a burning question. And I was lucky enough to find my answer, to feel it and to share it with other people. It didn't take me long to figure out what's the answer, but I was patient and I lived and analyzed every moment so that I am sure that I have the right answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My perfect week in Sweden... Why perfect? Because I felt home.  Because the colours were simply wonderful. Because the first thing I saw when I woke up was a lovely tree with yellow leafs. Because I laughed, I connected with people, I was true to myself. Because I was at my best. Because I was a good trainer and I challenged the ones around me. Because I felt so proud of being Romanian. Because of a sugarcube. Because I want to go back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But more than that, I met beautiful individuals. I worked in the best faci team ever. I loved the atmosphere, the duck effect, the hugs, the trust, the challenges. It felt like we've been working together forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved my perfect week in Sweden. And I love my brand new personal project inspired by my perfect week in Sweden :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-6163356948928706426?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6163356948928706426/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=6163356948928706426' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/6163356948928706426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/6163356948928706426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-perfect-week-in-sweden.html' title='My perfect week in Sweden'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-5363590445332870861</id><published>2010-10-07T18:51:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T19:43:43.252+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheer happiness</title><content type='html'>Sheer happiness... Till now, I believed that sheer happiness means a collection of moments that appear every once in a while. I never thought it could be the background feeling, the one that is always present, no matter what I'm doing, no matter how I'm reacting to different situations, no matter what else is happenning around.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I was back in that enironment. I attended Big Build in Beius and together with international volunteers from Northern Ireland I worked on the interior insulation of a 1 room apartment. It was amazing to see around 150 people from Northern Ireland, UK, USA and Romania working hard in order to build 12 homes in 1 week. It was amazing to be part of them and build with them. It was amazing to meet people in their 60s or 70s that volunteer with Habitat for decades. And it was definitely useful to understand how to soundproof a room :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love what Habitat offers me. I got to know great persons, meet new friends and see the impact of our activities on the volunteers and the partner families. I was challenegd and I learned so many things related to people, event planning, cultural differences and building houses. Definitely, Habitat is an organization where I belong and for which I will be working in the near future (it may be in Cluj, Bratislava or a country somewhere in Africa or Asia).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just writing about it and remembering made me feel happy again. wooow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-5363590445332870861?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5363590445332870861/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=5363590445332870861' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/5363590445332870861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/5363590445332870861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/10/sheer-happiness.html' title='Sheer happiness'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-5882396332631205227</id><published>2010-10-04T00:14:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T00:36:08.090+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you</title><content type='html'>I miss some people. The more I travel, the more people I meet, the more I increase my network, the more I miss the ones I truely connected with. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;R,A,A,A,H,L,L,L,C,M,S - I miss you a lot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-5882396332631205227?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5882396332631205227/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=5882396332631205227' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/5882396332631205227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/5882396332631205227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-2395895653920302794</id><published>2010-09-21T09:28:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T10:28:03.727+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My sunscreen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm doing it only when I'm traveling or when I reach an important objective&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;[&lt;b&gt;probably true. I usually tend to value experiences and people only after I don't have them in my present&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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 [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm aware of this now, at least on a professional level&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and how fabulous you really looked…[&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;In march/april/may I was much more aware of that. Now I don't actually care how I look&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You’re not as fat as you imagine. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;yeah, right...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I know this, but every now and then I'm still only worrying instead of actually doing something about it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; [&lt;b&gt;I'm lucky. I'm only dealing with 1 big trouble right now - one of those I can't influence at all, so I only hope and stay positive&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; [&lt;b&gt;never happenned so far, hopefully it won't happen anytime soon&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do one thing everyday that scares you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;[&lt;b&gt;No! I'm rarely doing things that scare me. I'm too afraid that I might do it wrong. A strong part of me is still the perfect kid that always does what she's suppossed to do. I know I should work on this, but I'm not making it a priority&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;[&lt;b&gt;I'm doing it more often than before, even if I can't actually sing&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;[&lt;b&gt;I'm not. I was like this a few years ago, but I learned my lesson&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;[&lt;b&gt;I put up only with one person. I hope I won't do it again&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Floss &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;[&lt;b&gt;not my favourite activity&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don’t waste your time on jealousy; [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;working on this, but sometimes it's really hard&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind… &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;[&lt;b&gt;I was ahead, but this time of the year I feel I am behind, while the pressure to be ahead is huge&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;[&lt;b&gt;I'm not fully convinced of this one&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember the compliments you receive, [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Unless they are written, I don't remember them&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;forget the insults; [ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I do, unless they come from people that I appreciate]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;if you succeed in doing this, tell me how. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;can't give you any piece of advice now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Keep your old love letters, [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I keep only one, the most important one. And it makes me smile and feel special every time I read it, now that I've moved on&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;throw away your old bank statements. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I've never seen any of my bank statements&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Stretch [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;only when I wake up or after jogging&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life… [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't feel guilty, I feel confused&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;The interesting ones I know knew at 15 what they eanted to do with their life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I never met any of those&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Get plenty of calcium. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;After 21 years, I started drinking milk again :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Be kind to your knees,  you’ll miss them when they’re gone. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I take care of them, they've been torturing me for 10 years when I was a kid. Generally, I think I take care of my body&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe you’ll marry, [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I hope I will&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;maybe you won’t, [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;sometimes I think I won't&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t, [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I will raise children, whether I'll give birth to them or if I'll adopt them&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;maybe you’ll divorce at 40, [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;divorces are one of the things that frighten me the most&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary… [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;chances are I won't live that long&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm only doing it with my best friends... The famous "I'm so proud of myself"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;or berate yourself either [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm doing it less and less after I found about the power of my mind in a class on cognitive and behavioural coaching&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I got that&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm not using it to it's full potential&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;This makes me happy every time I'm trying it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;If they're not too long or too boring, I usually read them and most of the times I follow them&lt;/b&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't. It's the first thing I started doing after I listened Sunsreen 4 years ago&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;checked&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;no siblings :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I have a few very valuable friendships I hold on to&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;long live Skype, gmail, Facebook and Wizzair&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Not done&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Travel. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I started. I took a break this year, but I think I have the energy to do it again next year&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I already started saying "When I was young..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Respect your elders. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I do&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don’t expect anyone else to support you. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;For now, my parents still support me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I plan to be financially independent starting with July 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I take care of it and it's pretty nice and healthy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;most of the times, I'm hearing them, not actually listening&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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. [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I try to remember that when I start giving pieces of advice to the ones around me. I'm still giving too many pieces of advice instead of asking questions and listening to them&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; But trust me on the sunscreen… [&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;I trust you, especially after this summer when I had the sunscreen with me every single day on the working site and I didn't get any sun burns&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-2395895653920302794?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2395895653920302794/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=2395895653920302794' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/2395895653920302794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/2395895653920302794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-sunscreen.html' title='My sunscreen'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-7003646431732625259</id><published>2010-07-07T15:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T15:12:12.176+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Din tren</title><content type='html'>Cand eram mica, imi doream sa fiu scriitor. Sa pot sa scriu povesti fascinante, in care cititorii mei sa se piarda si pe care sa le tina minte o viata intreaga. Cand eram mica, incercam sa scriu. Dar am crescut si am hotarat ca nu sunt suficint de buna si nici suficient de ambitioasa incat sa muncesc din greu pentru a deveni buna. Asa ca am abandonat. Din cand in cand, redevin mica si imi doresc sa fiu scriitor. Azi e unul din acele momente. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt in trenul care ma poarta incet incet de la Bacau la Bicaz. Sunt inconjurata de pretutindeni de infinite nuante de verde. Oamenii nici macar nu se vad. Trec absenti, grabiti, ingrijorati. Ramane numai frumusetea verdelui, lumina covarsitoare a fulgerelor si zgomotul zguduitor al tunetelor. Stropii de apa au incetat sa se mai loveasca brutal de fereastra personalului. Acum sunt prea demni, prea multi, prea puternici. Se vad ca o perdea care ma protejeaza si ma expune in acelasi timp naturii. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simt cum aerul rece patrunde in compartiment si ma poarta cu amintirile spre vremurile copilariei, cu ploi lungi, indelung asteptate si foi mari de tutun. Privesc spre dealurile impadurite si pasunile de fan, dar ma vad pe mine din trecut, pe mine din vis. Deja a incetat sa mai fie o banala calatorie cu trenul. A devenit o modalitate de a restabili legatura dintre mine si mine. A depasit cotidianul si lumescul, a devenit o poarta spre visare si ideal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma pierd cu gandurile si amintirile in fiecare din imaginile care mi se succed in fata ochilor. Ascult cu atentie muzica ploii, a tastelor si a trenului – melodie pe care demult imi doream sa o aud, dar ce care nu-mi imaginam ca ma voi bucura atat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drumurile au mereu magia lor. Cel de azi m-a facut sa redevin mica si sa imi doresc sa fiu scriitor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-7003646431732625259?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7003646431732625259/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=7003646431732625259' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/7003646431732625259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/7003646431732625259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/07/din-tren.html' title='Din tren'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-6632949186990696660</id><published>2010-06-19T00:53:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T09:55:06.491+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Houses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;People &amp;amp; their lives are just like house owners &amp;amp; their house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some throw a big party and everyone is invited, no matter how messy things might get, no matter how destroyed everything is afterwards. Others are a bit more cautius. They invite only a few people and they are very formal, as if they're testing the neighbours to see if they are good enough for the house. There are also some people that just leave the front door open for anybody that is curious to come in. Usually, they also have a back door that is open at all times, so that nobody stays for too long. And let's not forget about the ones that simply lock their house and won't open to anybody. They might go pay some visits to others' place, but they almost never let anybody in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But by far, I think the most interesting people are the ones that never seems to be at home and leave the door unlocked every now and then. Those houses look simply amazing and intriguing. The best part is that you never know what you're gonna get when you arrive. Sometimes, the door won't open and sometimes the owner waits for you with backed cookies. Most of the times he/she will be outside on the porch and will offer you a warm smile or you'll have an insignificant chit chat. It's not actually worth coming back, but for some reason you simply can't resist and you come back over and over again. You always hope that next time you'll get to see more of the mysterious house. At some point, maybe you will. Or maybe you won't. It's a risk you have to take. Till when? Only the house owner can tell, but (s)he's never saying anything about this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm done waiting for a chance to see more. I move on. I'll look for some other interesting houses &amp;amp; house owners. But just so you know, I'll come back when you'll invite me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-6632949186990696660?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6632949186990696660/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=6632949186990696660' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/6632949186990696660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/6632949186990696660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/06/houses.html' title='Houses'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-6334137121158503355</id><published>2010-06-16T20:59:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T21:11:59.580+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Very, very, very random</title><content type='html'>Somes scared me today. It looked so angry and the scent was awful. I thought it'll swallow me if I don't run faster on the bridge. I want to be a lamb cause I'll be cute &amp;amp; curly &amp;amp; I'll have four legs to touch the ground. The red cherries on a white plate are the most beautiful thing you can bring for midday, indoor picnic If I were a lamp, I would love to be forgotten on a boat near a lake. I would have endless conversations with the water, the wind and the polite fishes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-6334137121158503355?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6334137121158503355/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=6334137121158503355' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/6334137121158503355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/6334137121158503355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/06/very-very-very-random.html' title='Very, very, very random'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-2223150124030602430</id><published>2010-06-11T08:10:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T08:34:26.285+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful day</title><content type='html'>Some days are sad, some are overwhelming, some are interesting, some are ok and some are simply beautiful. Yesterday was more than happy Thursday, it was beautiful Thursday. The ingredients? A training on leadership with some AHA moments, a late lunch with a person I'm still discovering, a challenging walk on Cetatuie (not all skirts are compatible with the rocks, the steps and the nettles) with a surprising person that shared my passion for NGOs, social entrepreneurship and Buenos Aires and then a walk in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was about beauty, about surprising things, about new places in Cluj, about people with whom I have a good time, about new ideas and old dreams. All these made me appreciate my life in Cluj even more and be grateful one more time I decided to stay here and not run away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is just around the corner. All I have to do is walk towards it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-2223150124030602430?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2223150124030602430/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=2223150124030602430' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/2223150124030602430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/2223150124030602430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/06/beautiful-day.html' title='Beautiful day'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-1727752955803610994</id><published>2010-06-09T00:26:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T00:37:58.730+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Really proud of TOASTMASTERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was a bad day. I always have a bad day before an exam if I don't feel prepared. I really didn't feel like going out of my room. I just wanted to sleep the day away (and today as well). But since I had a role in Toastmasters meeting, I had to go. So put I on my favourite skirt and I went. And it was amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By far, it was the best meeting I attended. We had an amazing toastmaster (the host of the meeting) that set the new standard for how a toastmaster should be, really funny topics for table topics session (I was laughing so much I could barely speak) and good speeches. I stayed somewhere in the back, observing everything &amp;amp; everyone. I simply loved what I saw! I'm pretty sure that from now on we'll continue having the same high quality meetings, maybe with even more members.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm still smiling &amp;amp; feeling proud of Toastmasters! Definitely, joining it it was one of the best decisions I made this year :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-1727752955803610994?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1727752955803610994/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=1727752955803610994' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/1727752955803610994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/1727752955803610994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/06/really-proud-of-toastmasters.html' title='Really proud of TOASTMASTERS'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-8066128598905313422</id><published>2010-05-21T00:41:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T01:28:20.829+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; know how much I love you? Do&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; know how much I need you in my life? Do &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;know you make me smile? Do &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; know how much I appreciate you? Do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; know I envy you? Do &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; know I pray for you every night? Do you know &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are my role models? Do &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; know how much I miss you? Do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; know that just seeing you makes my day? Do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; know how grateful I am for having you in my life? Do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; know you inspire me? Do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; know how deeply sorry I am for everything I did? Do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; know I'm waiting for you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Most probably all these "you" are not reading my blog and most probably some of them don't even know how often I think about them nor what I think about them. Tonight I was in a very weird mood... I didn't feel like talking to anybody, I panicked for a kind of stupid reason, I remembered and decided to forget some things, but more than anything I thought about the important persons in my life, whether they are still around or not...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For all the important "you" in my life (just hoping that at some point I'll be able to say it or prove in a way you'll understand)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-8066128598905313422?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8066128598905313422/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=8066128598905313422' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/8066128598905313422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/8066128598905313422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/05/do-you-know.html' title='Do you know?'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-7037459226088672343</id><published>2010-05-20T23:10:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T23:31:36.651+03:00</updated><title type='text'>20th May</title><content type='html'>Today is a special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago I decided that 20th May is the deadline by which I establish what I will do during the summer time. And guess what? I already made up my mind. And it's quite related to what I've been doing for the past 3 summers: something related to internationalism and volunteering. This time, it will not be abroad and it will not be related to AIESEC. It's in Cluj and it's about Habitat for Humanity (&lt;a href="http://habitatcluj.ro/"&gt;http://habitatcluj.ro&lt;/a&gt; ). I'm pretty excited about this, as volunteering for HFH (especially the building houses part) is one of my bucket list items :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides this, in July I will spend some time at home and I'll go to Cerna. Oh... and I will go for 1 weekend to the seaside with one of the persons I love the most (when you read this, remember it &amp;amp; clear a weekend :D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a nice summer :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-7037459226088672343?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7037459226088672343/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=7037459226088672343' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/7037459226088672343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/7037459226088672343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/05/20th-may.html' title='20th May'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-3104263982454987116</id><published>2010-04-26T14:59:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T15:05:17.115+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring time :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is a really short post, to remind me later on that my life is nice and shiny :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love this spring! The people around me are amazing, the ones I love are close to me, I am doing interesting new things and having so meaningful conversations! And there are soooo many things to do in Cluj!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love this spring! It's the best one in years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-3104263982454987116?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3104263982454987116/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=3104263982454987116' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/3104263982454987116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/3104263982454987116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-time.html' title='Spring time :)'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-1066184177827994111</id><published>2010-04-21T22:56:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T23:36:39.480+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cu sufletul intr-un loc frumos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Datorita unui sistem politic in care absolventii de facultate erau repartizati conform mediei, preferintelor si starii civile mai ales in orase mici – mai aproape sau mai departe de familie -, parintii mei au ajuns pe la mijlocul anilor 80 in Calarasi – o urbe pe malul Borcei, la o aruncatura de bat de Dobrogea si Bulgaria. Datorita aceluiasi sistem politic in care proaspetele mamici aveau dreptul numai la trei luni de concediu postnatal, am ajuns sa imi petrec mare parte a copilariei in Cerna – o comuna pierduta prin Muntii Macinului in care am trait poate cele mai frumoase clipe de pana acum, in care am facut descoperiri fundamentale despre mersul naturii si firea oamenilor... Dar nu va temeti! Nu o sa va port intr-o calatorie autobiografica! Am vrut doar sa intelegeti de ce va voi introduce Dobrogea – un tinut al campiilor insorite, al dealurilor cernute de vant, al muntilor tociti de curgerea vremii, al oraselor care se inalta pe ruinele unor cetati ale caror inceputuri se pierd in negura timpului..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probabil ma veti acuza de o puternica legatura sentimentala cu acest tinut si din aceasta cauza, de partinire. Aveti dreptate in privinta legaturii emotionale, dar nu a si partinirii. Permiteti-mi sa va port in urmatoarele minute intr-o scurta calatorie imaginara in cele mai frumoase si semnficative locuri ale Dobrogei. Dupa ce ma veti fi ascultat si mai ales dupa ce o veti fi vizitat, vom relua discutia despre partinire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa incepem cu Manastirea Dervent – complex monahal care sfideaza cu indrazneala pustietatea din jur. Nu e doar o cetate obisnuita, e o fortareata a crestinismului pe care Sfantul Apostol Andrei l-a sadit pe meleaguri romanesti inca din primele veacuri. Manastirea e o cetate in care atunci cand vom intra vom abandona macar pentru cateva clipe scepticismul, cinismul sau lipsa de credinta ce ne incearca mai mult sau mai putin pe fiecare din noi. Intram intr-un un loc sacru in care Icoana Maicii Domnului facatoare de minuni, Sfintele Cruci si Izvorul Tamaduirii ne aduc atat de aproape de starea de liniste sufleteasca si implinire dupa care la un moment dat cu toti tanjim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incarcati de aceasta stare pasnica, ne putem continua calatoria prin Dobrogea spre un loc incarcat de istorie – “Biserica Omului” sau Adamclisi – dupa denumirea turca de care am auzit cu totii. Ce vom gasi acolo? Un oarecare turist ar spune ruine in pustietate. Dar un adevarat calator il va asculta pe domnul Ene – fostul cadru militar care, din pasiune pentru tinutul Dobrogei a devenit de ani buni ghidul monumentului. Si ascultand povestea lui, vom recompune in imaginatia noastra viata in cetatea getica cucerita cu greu de romani sau construirea monumentui Tropaeum Traiani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelegand tainele de la Adamclisi, nu putem decat sa ne continuam calatoria in Dobrogea. Si desi stiu ca ati fi tentati sa ne indreptam spre litoral, as vrea sa va indemn spre nordul tinutului, in Muntii Macinului, sa descoperim parcul national unde se intersecteaza flora si fauna specifice zonelor balcanice, mediteraneene si caucaziene, unde inca se mai pastreaza traditiile si limba aromana, unde peisajul iti ia rasuflarea. In acest punct al calatoriei noastre, destinatia e mai putin importanta – rasplata adevarata este drumul in sine prin paduri, dealuri,stane si asezari intinse. Daca parasim soseaua asfaltata si ne incumetam la o drumetie printre lanurile de grane si randurile de vita de vie ajungem in varful muntilor tociti, un loc aproape pustiu in care ne putem reculege, putem reflecta sau visa la urmatoarea destinatie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evident, calatoria nu se opreste aici. Mai sunt atat de multe de descoperit! Dar toate celelalte minuni o sa va las sa le experimentati atunci cand veti vizita frumosul tinut al Dobrogei. Trebuie doar sa va deschideti simturile si sa va bucurati de fiecare minut pentru ca oamenii, peisajele, istoria si freamatul vietii va vor purta intr-o calatorie pe care nu o veti niciodata. " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Recitindu-mi acest discurs, mi s-a facut dor de duca, dor de drumul intortocheat si padurea verde, dor de Cerna, dor de stat pe prispa, dor de paine pe vatra, dor de citit la amiaza si de insirat tutun in dimineti ploioase...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-1066184177827994111?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1066184177827994111/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=1066184177827994111' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/1066184177827994111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/1066184177827994111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/04/cu-sufletul-intr-un-loc-frumos.html' title='Cu sufletul intr-un loc frumos'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-6191993771878614540</id><published>2010-04-19T14:05:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T14:20:51.803+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling in love</title><content type='html'>I'm falling in love. The stupid smile, the shivers, the optimism... I'm falling in love with the city. In my eyes, Cluj is now more beautiful than ever. It seems that everything is here: the lifestyle I want, the persons that make me laugh, the persons with whom I can have an enjoyable and stimulating conversations, the lake near my dorm, the tea places, the books, the nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live here at least until July 2011. I want to make my living here worth. I'm not the same person I was in the past 3 years. I grew up (though for some this may seem hard to believe ) and now I believe that all my roles represent me, not only the ones that take the most of time/energy. One of my roles, "Project Silvia" role is the one that's pushing me towards discovering the city and the rest of my personality simply falls in love with what I discover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am satisfied with my life now! What an amazing feeling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-6191993771878614540?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6191993771878614540/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=6191993771878614540' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/6191993771878614540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/6191993771878614540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/04/falling-in-love.html' title='Falling in love'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-7764249292123083100</id><published>2010-04-12T23:28:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T00:19:07.158+03:00</updated><title type='text'>People and shoe collections</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You spend so much time and money on shoes, but on a daily basis you can only wear a few pairs of shoes according to the environment and your activities. If you're a lucky one, you have an innate sense of what and when to wear; but if you're not (and most of us are not), you'll have to educate your taste. This takes time and while learning most probably you'll destroy your image a few times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes you have a crush on some pairs of shoes and you like them so much that you only wear those shoes. Sometimes your feet hurt so badly, that you can only put on some pairs of shoes, no matter if they fit the rest of your world or not. Sometimes you know that some pairs fit you amazingly even if the others tell you they look really badly. Sometimes you buy some shoes that you'll never wear, but only try them from time to time when you're alone. Sometimes you wear some pairs so much that eventually you cann't wear them anylonger, so you throw away some of them or you just keep them as good old memories. Sometimes you take care of your shoes, but sometimes you just don't feel like cleaning them straight away (but when you do it eventually, you always wish you'd done it sooner). Sometimes you forget about some pairs that are well hidden in your closet and when you finally find them back, you have to figure out if they still fit you or not. Sometimes you miss wearing some pairs and you just can't put them on when you wish or as you wish because they're not close enough. Sometimes you buy tones of pairs at once and sometimes you just can't find something you like. Sometimes you reinvent some pairs of shoes. Sometimes you don't even pay attention to what you're wearing and sometimes you spend hours choosing the right ones. Sometimes you invite other people to see your shoe collection, but the visit takes too long and most of them simply go back home (but some precious few stay and you should cherish those). Sometimes you spend your time doing an inventory so that you know them better, remember and rearrange them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But never, ever you can wear all your shoes one day. And never, ever anyone will know all your shoes the way you know them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every person is just like a shoe collection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-7764249292123083100?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7764249292123083100/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=7764249292123083100' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/7764249292123083100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/7764249292123083100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/04/people-and-shoes.html' title='People and shoe collections'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-9143176669139761925</id><published>2010-04-10T21:24:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T22:33:47.932+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Home again</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I'm going back to Cluj. I stayed home ten days. And I was happy most of the time (anyhow, way happier than the last few times when I came home to heal my wounds). Why? For a few simple reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I realised that I know some pretty amazing persons (I'm soooo proud of one my highschool friends)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I read one book in one day (I enjoy reading so intensely because it's one of the very few activities when something else than me or my memories is the center of my thoughts)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I visited Cerna - my small piece of heaven&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The trees were blooming&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shopping with mom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eating quince jam, cheese with radishes and greeen onions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I stayed away from some persons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nice conversation with mamaia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A new idea about my future just hit me (it's only an idea, not a plan; by 1st July I'll see if it's a plan or it was just an idea). And my mom totally supports me on this one (actually if I do it, I'll turn one of her dreams into reality) :) :) :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Home again! Home it's far from being perfect (actually it's far from being protected from bad things), but it's the center of my comfort zone, the place that gives me energy and that I cherish a lot more since I came back from Lithuania. Home again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Smiley me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-9143176669139761925?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/9143176669139761925/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=9143176669139761925' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/9143176669139761925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/9143176669139761925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/04/home-again.html' title='Home again'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-5969403601689061833</id><published>2010-04-06T15:45:00.009+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T16:02:03.017+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Small piece of heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/S7svg7sZxOI/AAAAAAAAAdk/wLWbRXgy6uw/s1600/DSC09987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457007616315737314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/S7svg7sZxOI/AAAAAAAAAdk/wLWbRXgy6uw/s400/DSC09987.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/S7svXZf8qiI/AAAAAAAAAdc/UWl6MO8Xtp8/s1600/DSC09984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457007452517870114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/S7svXZf8qiI/AAAAAAAAAdc/UWl6MO8Xtp8/s400/DSC09984.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/S7svIgBgfjI/AAAAAAAAAdU/r6gWJWF4zbg/s1600/DSC09964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457007196571205170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/S7svIgBgfjI/AAAAAAAAAdU/r6gWJWF4zbg/s400/DSC09964.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/S7svAEXqKAI/AAAAAAAAAdM/QWoJ3OjWw7c/s1600/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457007051708966914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/S7svAEXqKAI/AAAAAAAAAdM/QWoJ3OjWw7c/s400/DSC00005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/S7su4Z6pEAI/AAAAAAAAAdE/G91bJ4Ui6t4/s1600/DSC09944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457006920053886978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/S7su4Z6pEAI/AAAAAAAAAdE/G91bJ4Ui6t4/s400/DSC09944.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/S7sutnSx3yI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Db1rzBUxndE/s1600/DSC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457006734666227490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/S7sutnSx3yI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Db1rzBUxndE/s400/DSC00001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Easter was simply perfect! Cerna and all the family, all the nieces and nephews, the aunts, the air, the food, the goats, the scenery! I missed it so much and I am so happy we went there. By far, it was the best thing that could have happened to me, to mom, to dad!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am unbelievably grateful to have the family I have and to be the aunt of 12 simply amazing kids (even if one of them is only 1 year younger than me)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-5969403601689061833?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5969403601689061833/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=5969403601689061833' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/5969403601689061833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/5969403601689061833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/04/small-piece-of-heaven.html' title='Small piece of heaven'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/S7svg7sZxOI/AAAAAAAAAdk/wLWbRXgy6uw/s72-c/DSC09987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-5642324744444085584</id><published>2010-03-31T14:08:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T14:18:13.295+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Calarasi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Am ajuns in Calarasi acum cateva ore. Si totul e la fel. La fel cum era acum 1 luna, acum 1 an, acum 5 ani. Timpul a stat in loc in casa mea. Si e bine. Cu siguranta aici e centrul zonei mele de confort, locul de unde imi iau energie si speranta. Aici fug de restul lumii, fug de tot ceea ce nu imi place sau ma doare, fug de esecuri si de neimpliniri. In ultimele 3 luni am venit prea des acasa. Am fugit prea mult. Sper ca acum sa fie ultimul popas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Masina s-a stricat in august si acum e in sfarsit reparata. Eu de ce nu as fi la fel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-5642324744444085584?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5642324744444085584/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=5642324744444085584' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/5642324744444085584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/5642324744444085584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/03/calarasi.html' title='Calarasi'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-8141280722536279850</id><published>2010-03-30T20:02:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T20:43:04.750+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanunte</title><content type='html'>Mi-am luat o cana cu 2 nuante jumate de verde si infuzor impreuna cu ceai verde cu aroma de ananas. La magazin i-am cerut doamnei un ceai care sa ma faca sa zambesc si-mi place ce mi-am ales.&lt;br /&gt;Azi a fost a treia zi cand am iesit sa alerg in jurul lacului. A fost mai putin dureros decat datile trecute si ceva mai placut.&lt;br /&gt;Aseara am mancat bomboane cu arahide si in miez de noapte, cartofi fierti.&lt;br /&gt;Azi m-am hotarat ca voi reincepe sa ma uit la How I Met Your Mother.&lt;br /&gt;In 14 ore voi fi la Calarasi.&lt;br /&gt;Am probleme de comunicare cu Clementina, Toto si Leady... cred ca ne asteapta o despartire sau cel putin o pauza.&lt;br /&gt;Pe geam se vad din ce in ce mai multe nuante de verde.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-8141280722536279850?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8141280722536279850/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=8141280722536279850' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/8141280722536279850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/8141280722536279850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/03/amanunte.html' title='Amanunte'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-2042007605995968829</id><published>2010-03-30T10:14:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T10:32:51.182+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ever since I left home I'm looking for home. I'm looking for a place/an environment/something where I belong, where I feel safe, where from I get my energy. I've been looking for this place in a building, in some people, in other countries, in other cities. Somehow, it didn't appear. And now, in a very weird way, I feel at home. It's hard to explain why. At first, I wanted to do it. But now I understand that there's no point in trying. It's way better to be aware and enjoy it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-2042007605995968829?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2042007605995968829/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=2042007605995968829' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/2042007605995968829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/2042007605995968829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-is-weird.html' title='Life is weird'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-9171723341211930730</id><published>2010-03-24T22:23:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T22:50:03.418+02:00</updated><title type='text'>5 years from now...</title><content type='html'>How will your life look like 5 years from now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard this question so many times! I tried to answer it so many times! And now I gave up. I'm still exploring the world around me, my options, my possibilities, myself. And almost every day I discover something new. So I will not think about how my life will look like 5 years from now. I will only focus on my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years from now, guess what... I want to be happy! Right now, a happy 27 years old Silvia loves her job, started her family, has her few precious friends around her, travels and discoveres the world, makes a difference in others' life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm curious how will happy 27 years old Silvia will actually look like...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-9171723341211930730?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/9171723341211930730/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=9171723341211930730' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/9171723341211930730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/9171723341211930730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/03/5-years-from-now.html' title='5 years from now...'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-5592871858386402494</id><published>2010-03-24T08:30:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T09:03:36.658+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Silvia's laws</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I call them laws. It may not be the best word for them, but it's the one I like the most. They are a mix of proven facts, pieces of advice and randomness. They started as 2, continued as 4, one of them was updated and then the 5th one arrived. They are always in my mind and from time they help me control my reactions or make some decisions. Oh... and they are quite famous around the world (even made it to New Zeeland:P). I think now it's time to oficially introduce them (in chronological order):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. All beautiful men have a problem with their nose.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. The moment you stop comparing is the moment you start being happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. All decisions have positive and negative consequences.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Make sure you build yourself a beautiful present!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Actions have consequences.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Analyzing a bit my history with these words, I would say that law number 1 applies every time (from my point of view); law number 2 is the one that is the hardest to put in practice and that  comes as AHA moment too late, almost all the time; law number 3 is the one that brings me confort and makes me feel better about myself; law number 4 is the second hardest to put in practice, but I'm working on it quite hard and I am trying to educate my mind to enjoy every moment, every day; law number 5 is always in my mind and guides me every day, makes me more rational and develops my long term thinking (for all these reasons, it became law number 5).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-5592871858386402494?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5592871858386402494/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=5592871858386402494' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/5592871858386402494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/5592871858386402494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/03/silvias-laws.html' title='Silvia&apos;s laws'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-82136867944845987</id><published>2010-03-21T18:30:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T18:49:01.812+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh from the oven</title><content type='html'>OPS track in Spring SIMS 2010 ended 20 minutes ago. It was definitely one of the most positive experiences I ever had: the facis were great, I worked unbelievably well with Boz (my capricorn agenda manager), the delegates were the right people, the venue is simply amazing and AIESEC Slovenia an incredible AIESEC country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started with 8 delegates, but today we lost 2 of them, so we ended with 6. 6 people in whom I believe, 6 people that will have extraordinary X experiences, 6 people that got the most out of this conference, that were genuinely intrested in what X means. I was so used to begging people to like X, to go in X and this conference made me realise that my attitude is wrong. People should not be begged to have this experience. If they are the right ones, they will realise it once you are presenting the program. And those are the people that take the most out of their X. I am extremly confident that our delegates will have a life changing experience, will grow and will learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy I decided to come and I am even happier that I decided to enjoy it and be true to myself. It was a conference in my rythm, with great conversations, laughter, prepared sessions, amazing chair (Lauri -current MCP of Estonia, MCPe Cambodgia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I said in the closing of my track, thank you for making me fall in love again with X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIMS will have a special place in my memories and my heart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-82136867944845987?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/82136867944845987/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=82136867944845987' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/82136867944845987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/82136867944845987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/03/fresh-from-oven.html' title='Fresh from the oven'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-761703658480324664</id><published>2010-03-20T02:17:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T02:38:38.079+02:00</updated><title type='text'>No more there</title><content type='html'>"If you never lose your desire to wander, you belong". It was a comercial I saw in Oslo airport. These words got stuck in my mind and I'm coming back to them every once in a while. Since  I arrived in Slovenia, I started thinking again about it, about what I want for my future. I thought I knew what I wanted, but this conference made me question it. And after two days of pictures, visions, objectives, what ifs and many others, I realised that I can only enjoy here and now if I know I have a home to go back to. I realised that I'm more attached to Romania than I show it. I realised that I like AIESEC Romania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I lost my desire to wander. It feels a bit weird, as if a part of me just disappeared. I feel home in Cluj and Calarasi, I'd rather spend 12 hours to get from my dorm room to my green room than spend 2 hours in an airplane from my dorm room to a random couch/hostel bed somewhere in Europe. I belong home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At peace with myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-761703658480324664?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/761703658480324664/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=761703658480324664' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/761703658480324664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/761703658480324664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-more-there.html' title='No more there'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-5811375814856467112</id><published>2010-03-19T14:18:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T14:27:47.450+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful place</title><content type='html'>Right now I'm taking a look on the window and I can see the snow glittering. I am in an amazing place in Slovenia, a ski resort called Pohorje (or something similar). This is by far the most amazing confernce venue I've seen: the mountains, the fresh air, the internet that is working really, really well, the food, the arhitecture... It's such a peaceful place! And more than that, I am surrounded by really amazing people. I don't know how the delegates will be (I'll get to know them in 1 hour), but the faci team is definitely what I expected :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what's the most unbelievable thing? In a spring conference with 50 delegates in a country that has around 100 members there are people from 8 countries. Truely international... an environment where I feel just like home :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-5811375814856467112?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5811375814856467112/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=5811375814856467112' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/5811375814856467112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/5811375814856467112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/03/beautiful-place.html' title='Beautiful place'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-2279419058949939211</id><published>2010-03-17T17:46:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T15:08:02.698+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My exchange experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today I finally sent my exchange evaluation to my host LC. Today I met someone that was in a student exchange programme in Siauliai. So today I decided that it's the moment to look back and think about my exchange experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If I were to describe it in one word, I would shut up. Because I need more than one word to explain my face expression. It's a mix of AHA moments, sadness, joy, learning process, amazing people and regret. I learned so much about myself during my time in Siauliai and I continued this self discovery process even when I came back. My relationship with my parents became so much closer. I met a few great persons with whom I connected and with whom I felt unbelievably comfortable. I visited Roxi in Norway. I visited all the Baltic capitals. I fell in love with training. I pushed my limits. I adapted. And in the same time, I lost what I love(d) the most. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Looking back, I realise that this experience was like a really bad and efficient vaccine: it hurts when you're taking it, but on the long run it keeps you here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Later edit:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My exchange experience doesn't end here. Tonight, while preparing my sessions for OPS, I realized I am still in love with this idea. And I will have my wonderful experience, just like I want it! I still have 33 months :) So enough about what it was... I started thinking about the future (after all, I am a person that lives for the future). I started thinking about that amazing intersnhip that will provide me the experience that I want. I will not settle for so so memories when it comes to X and to organization where I grew and developed as a person. I will have a great X. Because now I know what I need in order to be happy, what are my limits. I usually need a second chance to get things right (when it comes to people, jobs, hairstyles, etc). And it's so easy to get my second chance with X. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm in love with X experiences, with creating them, preparing people for them. I will be in love with my X experience! I made up my mind!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-2279419058949939211?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2279419058949939211/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=2279419058949939211' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/2279419058949939211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/2279419058949939211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-exchange-experience.html' title='My exchange experience'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-2086727454135356573</id><published>2010-03-17T16:04:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T16:40:14.626+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut up?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night, on my way to Ljubljana, I passed through Croatia. Nothing special so far. Nothing special that the police officers were checking our passports. Nothing special that the police officers looked grumpy. But there were some special things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At first, it was the way they were checking the train. They were opening the ceiling and looking for persons/drugs/whatever. Secondly, the guy that checked my documents knew a few words in Romanian (pasaport, buletin, valuta), which was a surprise (. And last, but not least, the way he was talking to me. I was asked for my passport and then for my ID and if I had any money. I understood why they were asking for passport and the amount of money, but why my national ID? And because I really don't like to be confused, I asked why is he asking for my ID. The answer: "This is Croatian police. SHUT UP!". Whaaaaaaaat? Why did he behave like this? SInce when a position is an answer to anything? And why couldn't he say something like: "I am authorised to ask for your documents" or "This is the normal procedure". Why did he had that threatening and almost hateful look? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Still pissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-2086727454135356573?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2086727454135356573/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=2086727454135356573' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/2086727454135356573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/2086727454135356573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/03/shut-up.html' title='Shut up?!'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-2727985476522654997</id><published>2010-03-11T22:30:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T22:52:04.662+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want to remember today. I want to remember what I did, how I felt, the conversations I had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want to remember that today I turned into reality a dream that I had since I was 17, that of volunteering for Habitat for Humanity. It was simply amazing. I don't know how important it was for the others, but for me it really made a difference. I felt I was part of something more important, something bigger. It was challenging, pretty fun and I discovered another passionate person about volunteering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want to remember that today I was appreciated by a person I truely like and respect. Today I realised that even if there are some people with whom I'm not compatible and that don't acknowledge my value, there are some that see the good part in me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will remember today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-2727985476522654997?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2727985476522654997/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=2727985476522654997' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/2727985476522654997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/2727985476522654997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/03/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-3846934474025278592</id><published>2010-03-09T20:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T21:07:55.590+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing drama queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank God I was given a functional brain! Otherwise, I would be stuck forever with my inner drama queen - the most annoying person in my world. It's unbvelievable how a drama queen moment can ruin an entire day or a celebration. So I decided to kill her (I mean me, that part of me).  Taking the decision wasn't hard; implementing it, on the other hand... (does this sound familiar?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First step: figure out when DQ (Drama Queen) is at her best. What she likes, when she likes to appear, her favourite way of acting. Step number two: figure out who can control DQ (the list was pretty surprising). Step number three: figure out what DQ hates (now, that was challenging since most of the things/people that can make DQ disappear are not in my control). Step number four: create a strategy (a really, really simple one that can be easily tracked). Step number five: enjoy the process and the result. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right now, I have my strategy. It's unbelievably simple. It's called admiting the truth. Simply amazing. Finding the power to tell myself the truth (especially concerning my feelings, fears and expectation) is really working. I had this revelation on Thursday, in Carturesti when I was almost crying for a really stupid reason. And I had it again on  Saturday night, when I was crying again for the same really stupid reason. And I had it again on Monday night, when I saw 2 beautiful, weird snowdrops in an abandoned yard (and on Monday I wasn't crying anymore). I know that for some people (actually I hope that for most people) my revelation seems unimportant as they are used to doing it, but for me it's something pretty big. And I'm glad it finally happenned. The benefits are way larger than just killing my inner drama queen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actually, I'm not killing her because sometimes her outburts can be funny and entertaining. I'm just killing her when it comes to people and important stuff (on the other hand, I'm really bad with setting priorities and almost everything is important for me)... Drama queen, I'm over you! It's time for a new chapter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-3846934474025278592?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3846934474025278592/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=3846934474025278592' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/3846934474025278592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/3846934474025278592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/03/killing-drama-queen.html' title='Killing drama queen'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-8348553478089004518</id><published>2010-03-07T13:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T13:46:28.297+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Invata de la toate</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-595924520ee4cdf6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Invata de la toate, caci toate sunt surori,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cum treci frumos prin viata, cum poti frumos sa mori&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Invata de la vierme ca nimeni nu-i uitat,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Invata de la nufar sa fii mereu curat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Invata de la vultur cand umerii ti-s grei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si du-te la furnica sa vezi povara ei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Invata de la greier cand singur esti, sa canti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Invata de la luna sa nu te inspaimanti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Invata de la pasari sa fii mai mult in zbor,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Invata de la toate ca totu-i trecator.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ia seama, fiu al jertfei prin lumea-n care treci,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sa-nveti din tot ce piere, tu sa traiesti in veci!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-8348553478089004518?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8348553478089004518/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=8348553478089004518' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/8348553478089004518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/8348553478089004518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/03/invata-de-la-toate.html' title='Invata de la toate'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-3313303884534369938</id><published>2010-03-05T21:51:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T22:00:30.428+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Snowflakes on a March Friday night is like falling in love on a summer Friday night. It's beautiful, it's surprising, it's innocent, it makes me happy and more positive, it makes me ignore anything else around me, it's almost like a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Snowflakes on a March Friday night is like falling in love on a summer Friday night. They both last too little. They both make me a bit sad in the end. And they both leave great memories and peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-3313303884534369938?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3313303884534369938/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=3313303884534369938' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/3313303884534369938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/3313303884534369938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/03/friday-night.html' title='Friday night'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-4825743279510653439</id><published>2010-03-03T17:44:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T18:14:53.336+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustari de voluntar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In ultimii 5-6 ani, am experimentat de nenumarate ori sentimentul de frustare. De fiecare data cand am fost implicata intr-o actiune de voluntariat, am fost mai mult sau mai putin frustrata: de oamenii cu care lucram, de felul in care imi indeplineam sau nu imi indeplineam sarcinile, de cultura organizationala, de cum se purtau ceilalti cu mine, de cum ma purtam eu cu ceilalti, de mesajele subliminale sau modul de comunicare. Motive gasesc oricand (cred ca e ceva predispozitie genetica sa fiu nemultumita de realitatea din jur). Din fericire, gasesc si metode de a transforma frustarea in ceva constructiv... dar numai dupa ce am avut ocazia sa o introduc celor din jur :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mai nou, am descoperit ca am doua modalitati de a ma manifesta: cand iau lucrurile personal si cand nu le iau personal. Cand le iau personal, sunt dezamagita. Si incep sa construiesc incet, incet, dar extrem de perseverent un zid tare solid intre mine si persoana/organizatia respectiva. E un zid pe care pana acum nu l-am construit prea sus... inca il mai pot sari, dar cu eforturi. Si cum eu sunt mai lenesa din fire, eforturile le fac numai pentru motive bine intemeiate. Dar mai e si varianta de manifestare in care nu iau lucrurile personal. Si atunci sunt tare amuzanta. Imi exersez toate cunostintele in materie de interjectii, riduri de expresie si gesturi ciudatele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Off! frustarile astea!!!! mai ales frustrari de voluntar cand iti dai seama ca schimbarea nu e asa usor de produs, oamenii lucreaza atat de diferit sau ca lumea altora nu se invarteste in acelasi ritm si dupa aceasi ax ca lumea ta... insa indiferent de motiv, de felul in care se manifesta, frustrarile mele au o origine nobila: imi pasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si pentru ca imi pasa si imi doresc sa reusim (acest noi are atat de multe valente personale si profesionale), trec peste frustrari si le transform in ceva constructiv si util. Trec peste frustrari si devin mai toleranta si mai intelegatoare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-4825743279510653439?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4825743279510653439/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=4825743279510653439' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/4825743279510653439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/4825743279510653439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/03/frustari-de-voluntar.html' title='Frustari de voluntar'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-7537107994049430076</id><published>2010-03-02T13:04:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T13:18:06.898+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ally McBeal</title><content type='html'>I just watched the last episode. Last episode, last season... the end... feeling a bit sad and nostalgic right now.he 5 seasons,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started watching this TV show because Roxi told me that the end was unexpected. So somehow, all throughout the seasons I was waiting for the end. And it wasn't like I wanted it to be. It wasn't like I hoped for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the 5 seasons I had some moments when I identified myself with Ally (very dangerous for my mental health) and some moments when I just felt I was there, with them, in the office or at the bar. And I realised that I would like to work in a very friendly environment, to have a best friend like John Cage, to go to the bar after work, to be good in what I am doing, to be able to connect to people the way she does it. However, I wouldn't like the obsession for getting married and having kids, nor the neurotic boyfriend that just dumps me without saying a word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss Ally. But it's nice to know that I have her one torrent away  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-7537107994049430076?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7537107994049430076/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=7537107994049430076' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/7537107994049430076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/7537107994049430076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/03/ally-mcbeal.html' title='Ally McBeal'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-781726685170639057</id><published>2010-03-01T16:53:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T18:05:56.031+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I expected them to show that they care. I expected to be asked what I want, what I'm doing, what are my plans. I expected to receive at least an email or a phone call. Apparently I expected too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can understand that on a personal level, I may or may not be what they want and need, but on a professional level things are different... I know I have no right to complain. But now I am not complaining. I am only disappointed. And I do have the right to be disappointed, because I was "raised" in a different culture...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-781726685170639057?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/781726685170639057/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=781726685170639057' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/781726685170639057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/781726685170639057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/03/expectations.html' title='Expectations'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-24409067039306961</id><published>2010-03-01T10:51:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T10:55:03.126+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/S4uAbvDlj0I/AAAAAAAAAcY/NU2ICZ8tJ_0/s1600-h/tumblr_ku7ed6xA961qarf47o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443585788583710530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/S4uAbvDlj0I/AAAAAAAAAcY/NU2ICZ8tJ_0/s400/tumblr_ku7ed6xA961qarf47o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found this picture &lt;a href="http://happythings.tumblr.com/page/4"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and I'm still laughing. I just love it! Definitely made my day :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-24409067039306961?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/24409067039306961/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=24409067039306961' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/24409067039306961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/24409067039306961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/03/laughing.html' title='Laughing'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/S4uAbvDlj0I/AAAAAAAAAcY/NU2ICZ8tJ_0/s72-c/tumblr_ku7ed6xA961qarf47o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-5496946161369435247</id><published>2010-02-28T23:01:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T18:02:11.259+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Prieteni</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Nu mai pleca asa departe si asa de des, ca-ti pierzi anturajul si prietenii"&lt;br /&gt;"Daca sunt prieteni care sa fie acolo o viata intreaga, o sa-i mai gasesc cand ma intorc. Daca nu, o sa imi fac alti prieteni"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 replici dintr-o discutie cu matusa mea preferata. 2 replici care exprima o ambitie pe care am creat-o acum 8 ani, o ambitie care intre timp a devenit un principiu de viata (destul de des aplicat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cred in prietenii la distanta. Indiferent unde in lume sau in tara vom fi. Mi-e dor si drag de voi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-5496946161369435247?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5496946161369435247/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=5496946161369435247' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/5496946161369435247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/5496946161369435247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/02/prieteni.html' title='Prieteni'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-1023512835334292477</id><published>2010-02-28T20:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:29:00.388+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My snowdrops are smiling at me and at my week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel that the last seven days have been a long walk in a beautiful place. I feel as if I'm on a blanket in a field of flowers and I am listening to the wind. I feel as if a part of me started flying. I feel at peace. I am calm. I smile. I enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Timpul meu ARE rabdare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-1023512835334292477?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1023512835334292477/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=1023512835334292477' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/1023512835334292477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/1023512835334292477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/02/feelings.html' title='Feelings'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-9070098640777773322</id><published>2010-02-27T13:00:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T14:31:09.463+02:00</updated><title type='text'>High heels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never liked high heels. I found (and still find) them uncomfortable, sometimes painful and most of the times stopping me from doing all kind of things (such as running, jumping, being silent). Even so, I feel completely irresistible when I put on high heels. I feel so elegant, so beautiful, so feminine... simply amazing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know that once you get used to something, the negative feelings tend to disappear, so lately I started putting on high heels. And it wasn't very bad as long as I was walking, dancing or doing any other activity. But sometimes I had to stop because I stumbeled upon some chairs and I was tired so I just couldn't say no. After a break, no matter is it's seconds or hours, I just couldn't continue walking with my high heels. I had to go home, take a shower, get a foot massage and then go to sleep. In the morning everything was OK and I could put on the high heels again. The only problem here is that the way home was sometimes too long, I got lost, the high heels wewre hurting and I couldn't walk barefoot as it was even more painful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But somehow, I always made it home. And somehow, I always woke up the next day ready to put on the high heels one more time. And somehow, I started to avoid the chairs by changing my way, not my destination...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;High heels are a funny thing in my life :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-9070098640777773322?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/9070098640777773322/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=9070098640777773322' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/9070098640777773322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/9070098640777773322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/02/high-heels.html' title='High heels'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-244191846139262074</id><published>2010-02-25T20:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T20:17:56.212+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Some smart stuff</title><content type='html'>"Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option" - Mark Twain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you think education is expensive, try ignorance" - Derek Curtis Bok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you smile when no one else is around, you really mean it" - Andy Rooney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jenny, the wrong ones can't hurt you. It's the right ones... they're the killers" Ally McBeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My head is full.&lt;br /&gt;It's called thinking. Go with it." Meredith Grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things are on my mind these days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-244191846139262074?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/244191846139262074/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=244191846139262074' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/244191846139262074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/244191846139262074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/02/some-smart-stuff.html' title='Some smart stuff'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-1971964315613542244</id><published>2010-02-24T09:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T10:01:18.914+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Miroase a primavara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ieri cerul era de un albastru tupeist. Indiferent de cat de gri si labartati erau norii, cerul acela proaspat si plin de viata, impreuna cu cate o raza de soare (mai mult sau mai putin discreta) tot reuseau sa patrunda pana la umilii muritori si sa le creasca depozitul de speranta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ieri mirosea a zambile si ghiocei. Demult nu am mai vazut atat de multa intensitate in frumusetea din centimetrii patrati ai vaselor din florariile de la coltul strazii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Azi e un soare atat de puternic incat se foloseste de norii albi ce il acopera intocmai ca de o oglinda. E din ce in ce mai multa lumina si simt din ce in ce mai multa caldura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Azi adie un vant discret cu o poveste frumoasa pe care o poti auzi numai daca ii asculti cum trebuie tacerea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Azi miroase a primavara! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-1971964315613542244?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1971964315613542244/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=1971964315613542244' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/1971964315613542244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/1971964315613542244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/02/miroase-primavara.html' title='Miroase a primavara'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-5765039460617019353</id><published>2010-02-23T15:44:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T16:06:57.829+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Books and lifestyle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was reading an &lt;a href="http://www.bookblog.ro/editoriale/locul-cartilor-intr-o-lume-nomada/"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; about books and it made me think again about my ideal world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In my perfect world, I would live in BCU just like a princess... But I'm not a princess and I can't afford to buy/rent BCU in real world, so I'll stick to doing what I can do. I can change my way of treating my books. Right now, the very few books I have in Cluj are in a box quite dusty and ignored. I don't really use them anymore because they are mainly the ones I used for my final thesis on CSR and some on learning foreign languages. But they deserve more respect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And because I don't want to be mean and disrespectful anymore, I will start reading books from BCU. Anyway, they are better because they are old, yellow pages and have a great scent. Until I will have a home of my own, I will just borrow books of which I don't have to take care. The moment I start creating my own library will be the moment I decide to settle down. Till then, I will just use public libraries as I can't actually buy or sell a book. It's literally painful for me to buy or sell a book that already has a story, a commitment with another person. Weird me, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-5765039460617019353?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5765039460617019353/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=5765039460617019353' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/5765039460617019353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/5765039460617019353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/02/books-and-lifestyle.html' title='Books and lifestyle'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-4117423534141174226</id><published>2010-02-23T10:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T10:21:41.549+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers</title><content type='html'>I love flowers. The ones in the pot, the ones in a vase, the ones on a field, the ones in the garden, the ones in the flower market, all of them! I actually miss the flowers and the old lady near CCS - they were a reason to smile everyday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking these days to buy an azalea, but I realised that I won't be in Cluj very much my mid April, so I'd better postpone this if I want my azalea to be alive. But if I were to buy a flower in a pot, her name would be Irina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring is almost here! So many flowers, so many beautiful scents, so many colours! So many reasons to smile just because I am here, now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-4117423534141174226?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4117423534141174226/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=4117423534141174226' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/4117423534141174226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/4117423534141174226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/02/flowers.html' title='Flowers'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-8053007541469675952</id><published>2010-02-23T00:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T00:33:39.926+02:00</updated><title type='text'>3 din 3</title><content type='html'>Imi place ziua de 22 februarie. Am avut o zi foarte faina, exact asa cum imi doream :)&lt;br /&gt;Cele 3 obiective ale zilei:&lt;br /&gt;- 10 la examenul de conta (luat)&lt;br /&gt;- faci la SIMS in Slovenia (da!!!!!!!!!!! pe trackul de OPS :p)&lt;br /&gt;- VP Membership in Toastmasters Cluj (yep, that's me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt entuziasmata!!! Imi place de mor sentimentul asta :)&lt;br /&gt;Cateodata, parca toate stelele si eforturile se aliniaza :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-8053007541469675952?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8053007541469675952/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=8053007541469675952' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/8053007541469675952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/8053007541469675952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/02/3-din-3.html' title='3 din 3'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-629974915784771994</id><published>2010-02-21T23:00:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T23:36:02.738+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Foreign languages</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When two people speak two different languages and they want to communicate, most of the times at least one of them will need to use a foreign language. Most of the times it takes years to become proficient in a different communication code. Of course, in order to have a successful conversation, you don't always need to be proficient, but you need at least an upper medium level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For some is easier to learn a new language, but for some is not that easy. And the latter get lost in translation so many times! And they try to learn to from their mistakes, but they think they learnt their lesson and actually they didn't. So they end up doing the same mistakes over and over again. And then what happens to the communication process? It has so many bugs that the natives get frustrated or worse they become indifferent. Of course, there are plenty of solutions. But maybe sometimes people just don't want to find solutions when it comes to their comfort zone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Of course, you can practice on your own and when you feel confident enough you can start talking to the natives... Maybe on the long run this is a better option than making mistakes all over again and instead of building a connection destroying it little by little...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-629974915784771994?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/629974915784771994/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=629974915784771994' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/629974915784771994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/629974915784771994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/02/foreign-languages.html' title='Foreign languages'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-1877305992169561733</id><published>2010-02-21T19:34:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:28:01.002+02:00</updated><title type='text'>small reminder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I forgot it's about what I choose. I forgot I have no right to feel hurt. I forgot I have no right to offend the others when I am hurt. I forgot that if I want to change, I need to want this and do this ewveryday. I forgot I am the one in charge with my feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this post is here to remind me. To remind me I am comfortable with my life now. To remind me that I am strong. To remind me that I need to be better. To remind me that the past belongs to the past.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440765005337817714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/S4F68imJcnI/AAAAAAAAAcM/QIcME3X3fUo/s320/n517457831_1201527_4218.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-1877305992169561733?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1877305992169561733/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=1877305992169561733' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/1877305992169561733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/1877305992169561733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/02/small-reminder.html' title='small reminder'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/S4F68imJcnI/AAAAAAAAAcM/QIcME3X3fUo/s72-c/n517457831_1201527_4218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-6283634753369357197</id><published>2010-02-21T18:54:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T19:00:24.846+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>It's Sunday. I hate being alone on Sundays. It makes me feel lonely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-6283634753369357197?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6283634753369357197/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=6283634753369357197' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/6283634753369357197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/6283634753369357197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-2391897687065343206</id><published>2010-02-21T10:58:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T11:12:37.907+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Duminica dimineata</title><content type='html'>M-am trezit cu 5 minute inainte sa sune ceasul (ce bine e!!! ma simt de parca as fi castigat o lupta esentiala cu cel mai mare inamic al meu- alarma de la telefon). Se anunta o zi buna, cel putin pana deschid geamul si ma incearca o senzatie de confuzie. Sentimentul in sine nu ar fi atat de important, cat mai ales intensitatea lui. E doar o dimineata care miroase a vant de primavara si-n care cativa fulgi mici si rataciti au decis sa iasa la o plimbare absolut haotica prin Clu. De ce las miscarea asta browniana a fulgilor sa ma afecteze atat de tare si sa ma simt confuza? Offff! Acum sunt si mai confuza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate pentru ca asociez fulgisorii cu gandurile mele. Cu cat vorbesc mai mult cu oameni, cu cat le ascult mai povestile, cu atat se produc mai multe conexiuni, vin mai multe idei si se cimenteaza anumite credinte. Ieri a fost o zi importanta in progresul constructiei mele mentale :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-2391897687065343206?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2391897687065343206/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=2391897687065343206' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/2391897687065343206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/2391897687065343206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/02/duminica-dimineata.html' title='Duminica dimineata'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-2690075596415591594</id><published>2010-02-18T17:10:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T17:44:16.795+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Job or no job?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was thinking these days about my future. Only about my future. Because I finally moved on. The first question was "Should I get a job or no?" The question was simple, the answer on the other hand... I know why I wanted a job before, but now? Do I want to commit to it? Do I feel prepared? Do I trust myself? Even more questions than answers... I really needed an external facilitator for this conversation between me and myself. And this facilitator came in a really weird form: a couple of hours with the girls in Starbucks. And I found my answer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"My dream job is related to lifelong learning and my dream master is the one in Copenhagen. This is what I want to do at least for the next 10 years".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, right now I am looking for opportunities to develop myself as a trainer and involve in educational projects. I know what I want. I have 10 days to draw the plan and then 1 year to stick to it. As for the question in the title, I realized that right now a job is not an objective. Is just a tool to help me get where I want. A tool that doesn't seem to be the best choice for now. I will reevaluate the situation in April, when I will know if the other tools I chose have chosen me :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today was a good day... my 2 main worries are in the "problem solved" drawer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-2690075596415591594?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2690075596415591594/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=2690075596415591594' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/2690075596415591594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/2690075596415591594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/02/job-or-no-job.html' title='Job or no job?'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-6584441386087458188</id><published>2010-02-17T12:21:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T12:53:11.042+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering KAUNAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The most amazing weekend I had when I was in Lithuania was the one in Oslo, with Roxi :) The second best was the one in Kaunas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After one of the most interesting bus rides with a crazy ex Catholic priest that wanted to visit me in Cluj, I arrived in Kaunas. My first impressions... horrible weather, comunist bus station... not very promissing, but still better than staying alone in Siauliai without Adisor (my beloved first laptop love). And then I saw Justinas and Christine waiting for me. Nice :) We went to visit the city, had a cup of tea in a great place, saw the 2 rivers and the park, freezed to death and then back to Christine's place (my home for that night). 2 other AIESECers joined us and we ended up talking in the kitchen for about 5 or 6 hours. And that was one of te best conversations I had in Lithuania. Because it wasn't about guys/girls, it wasn't about AIESEC, it wasn't about ourselves... it was about the world, about traveling, about Soviet Union, about random funny stuff. And the next day was just as nice :) I had breakfast with Christine while discussing economy and cultural differences, then went to visit Evil Museum (really, really, really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;funny and sometimes scary) and had a great omlet in a Janis like place (I was missing it so much!!!!). When I left Kaunas, I was a little bit sorry. I had such a great time! It felt so natural to be there... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last night, while talking to the 4 most present persons in my life, I remembered Kaunas and my X... And in my memories, conversations are really important :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-6584441386087458188?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6584441386087458188/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=6584441386087458188' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/6584441386087458188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/6584441386087458188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/02/remembering-kaunas.html' title='Remembering KAUNAS'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-6946445503850223638</id><published>2010-02-15T15:56:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T16:12:10.607+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Arta conversatiei"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E o carte pe nu mi-o aminteam cu exactitate. Imi aminteam numai cat de impresionata am fost dupa ce am citit-o prima data, pe cand aveam 15-16 ani. Ceva mai trecuta prin viata, cu alte ganduri, alte aspiratii, alte sentimente am recitit-o in ultimele zile. Am recitit-o si mi-as dori sa am o memorie atat de fidela incat sa pot cita replici intregi, sa pot retine lectiile de viata pe care le-am gasit in "Arta conversatiei".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o carte asa cum imi place mie. E o carte cu o poveste a ei: are cotorul rupt si lipit, paginile ingalbenite, mirosul specific al cartilor din biblioteca. E o carte in care este o parte din sufletul meu: usor demodat, usor imbatranit, usor meditativ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La inceput a fost viata, apoi a fost tot viata, apoi va fi tot viata"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-6946445503850223638?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6946445503850223638/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=6946445503850223638' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/6946445503850223638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/6946445503850223638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/02/arta-conversatiei.html' title='&quot;Arta conversatiei&quot;'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-801405741538437072</id><published>2010-02-15T11:28:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:00:46.908+02:00</updated><title type='text'>14 februarie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;14 februarie 1987... zi tare speciala pentru mami si tati. Ziua in care s-au casatorit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;14 februarie 1988... zi tare speciala pentru mami si tati. Ziua in care si-au botezat copilul. Ce cadou poate fi mai frumos pentru aniversarea de 1 an a casniciei?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;14 februarie 2010... zi tare speciala pentru mami, tati si Silvia. In sfarsit am fost acasa sa sarbatorim impreuna cu un pranz delicios si un tort absolut extraordinar (cu crema caramel - preferata mea si multe, multe, multe fructe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ziua de ieri a fost frumoasa. In primul rand pentru ca am inceput-o cu soarele zambindu-mi viclean din spatele jaluzelelor. Apoi, cea mai frumoasa surpriza a zilei: tati ne-a adus flori (atat de frumoase si de rosii). Am continuat prin a citi "Arta conversatiei" (o carte plina de lectii valoroase) si a mai invata cate ceva pentru un examen. In timp ce ma pierdeam printe cuvintele Sanzianei Hangan, am constientizat cele mai frumoase amintiri ale mele, cele doua stari care ma emotioneaza atat de puternic de fiecare cand le evoc chiar si cu un colt de memorie... Cu starea aceasta de frumusete interioara si recunostinta, a urmat un pranz frumos in familie si o vizita la mamaia. Si spre seara, in tren, o discutie cu un drag prieten caruia ii zambeau ochii chiar si prin telefon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ieri a fost o zi frumoasa in care mi s-a aratat din nou cat e de frumos sa iubesti. Mi s-a aratat cu ce colectie uimitoare de stari si sentimente vine la pachet un cuvant atat de simplu : "iubire"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-801405741538437072?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/801405741538437072/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=801405741538437072' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/801405741538437072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/801405741538437072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/02/14-februarie.html' title='14 februarie'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-7758679290059120945</id><published>2010-02-13T18:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T18:36:56.475+02:00</updated><title type='text'>why kids are adorable</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Something nice I found &lt;a href="http://storytellerdiamond.wordpress.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A little boy goes to his dad and asks, “What is politics?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dad says, “Well son, let me try to explain it this way: I’m the breadwinner of the family, so let’s call me capitalism. Your Mom, she’s the administrator of the money, so we’ll call her the Government. We’re here to take care of your needs, so we’ll call you the people. The nanny, we’ll consider her the Working Class. And your baby brother, we’ll call him the Future. Now, think about that and see if that makes sense,”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what dad had said. Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him. He finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper. So the little boy goes to his parents’ room and finds his mother sound asleep. Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny’s room. Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father in bed with the nanny. He gives up and goes back to bed. The next morning, the little boy says to his father, “Dad, I think I Understand the concept of politics now.” The father says, “Good son, tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about.” The little boy replies, “Well, while Capitalism is screwing the Working Class, the Government is sound asleep, the People are being ignored and the Future is in deep poo.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-7758679290059120945?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7758679290059120945/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=7758679290059120945' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/7758679290059120945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/7758679290059120945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-kids-are-adorable.html' title='why kids are adorable'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-2146445107692365285</id><published>2010-02-13T18:09:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T18:18:46.745+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Candva Hemingway a scris o nuvela in 6 cuvinte: "De vanzare: pantofi de bebelusi, nepurtati!" despre care a declarat ca a fost cea mai buna opera a sa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt cuvinte care m-au facut sa simt, m-au facut sa imi amintesc si sa judec oameni pe care ii iubesc. Mi-au intiparit pe fata un zambet trist si m-au facut complet incapabila sa privesc pe cineva in ochi... imi spun din nou ca nu e drept...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am putut sa creez in mintea mea si o poveste relativ frumoasa sau cel putin lipsita de tristete, dar cumva nu pot sa inclin inspre ea. Parca nu ma convinge suficient de mult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce-a vrut sa spuna Hemnigway???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-2146445107692365285?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2146445107692365285/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=2146445107692365285' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/2146445107692365285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/2146445107692365285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/02/candva-hemingway-scris-o-nuvela-in-6.html' title=''/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-6104577875093482106</id><published>2010-02-13T17:44:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T18:00:14.299+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Up or down?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the most common questions these days was "How's the weather in Calarasi?". Today I finally came up with a pretty good answer: "It depends where you're looking: up or down. If you take a look up, you'll see a wonderful, intense blue sky, some puffy, small, white clouds and a really smiley, warm, yellow sun. If you look down, you'll see horrible, gray, dirty puddles, you''ll have the feeling of cold, wet feet and most likely dirty jeans or boots".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I looked up. And I saw the smiles, the beauty, the yellow sun. Today I ate (again) tea with biscuits, my toes enjoyed the warm wind, my hair looked nice and wavy, I started reading an amazing book (Arta conversatiei), I had a great lunch. Today I'm having a great, positive day. Maybe because the sun was shining, maybe because I started my day thinking about someone very dear to me, maybe because I talked to my cousin or... maybe because I can look on the bright side of life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy today! It was the message that I send to that dear person and it is the message that I had with me all day long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-6104577875093482106?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6104577875093482106/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=6104577875093482106' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/6104577875093482106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/6104577875093482106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/02/up-or-down.html' title='Up or down?'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-9162142227412232947</id><published>2010-02-12T13:41:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T17:44:26.572+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Apatie de iarna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Daca ar fi sa descriu ziua de ieri in cateva cuvinte, ar fi foarte simplu "Nu-mi pasa". Ieri nu am mai fost nici macar trista. Pur si simplu nu-mi pasa. De nimic. Activitatea preferata: uitatul la/prin flori. Nu mi-a placut. In primul rand pentru ca nici macar nu voiam sa ma simt altfel. In al doilea rand pentru ca nu am facut niciun efort sa ma simt altfel. Si in al treilea rand... nu e un al treilea rand, dar parea incompleta enumerarea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apatia mea de iarna e meteodependenta. Dupa ce miercuri a fost o zi delicios de alba prin Bucuresti, cu lupte acerbe pentru a-mi pastra echilibrul si a inota prin nameti, ieri a plouat. A plouat mereu, murdar si agasant. A plouat atat de mult si de tare incat nici macar nu am mai vrut sa ma tina in brate... voiam doar sa stau singura, absenta, nepreocupata intr-un colt si sa ma uit la/prin flori. Cred ca apatia de ieri a fost o noua forma de a claca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sa incerc sa ma feresc de acum inainte de apatia de iarna. Dar daca cumva tratamentul preventiv cu infuzie de culoare si zambete nu merge, o sa fac rost de echinacea pentru suflete un pic sucite. Si daca nu o gasesc, o sa o cultiv singura si o sa deschid un Plafar pentru alt fel de afectiuni. Asa ca ori ma feresc de apatie de iarna ori devin antreprenor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-9162142227412232947?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/9162142227412232947/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=9162142227412232947' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/9162142227412232947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/9162142227412232947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/02/apatie-de-iarna.html' title='Apatie de iarna'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-5811861462130363896</id><published>2010-02-11T15:34:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T16:39:47.914+02:00</updated><title type='text'>One answer, a billion questions</title><content type='html'>Today's question and answer:&lt;br /&gt;"Imagine this: you can meet for 24 hours a person that would answer any questions you have. More than that, that person would tell you the truth as it is (or at least the truth as she/he sees it). And you can remember that conversation for the rest of your life. You can remember it as it was, not as you felt or as you would have liked it to be... What person would you choose?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would I choose? Right now, without any doubts, I would chose Silvia Georgiana Patrascu. And please bare with me to hear/read the explanation. It's not because I'm a self centered persona. It's because I want to have some answers that would definitely make me a better person. There are some answers that right now I don't really know how to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I would ask myself some very simple questions, basically related on how to motivate myself, on my learning style and on my reactions towards the people around me. Oh... and one of the most important questions... what am I good at when it comes to art? So far, I only discovered what I'm not good at. But as Cami said, it is something for me out there (reaching it is the hard part).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to know all about me, because discovering myself is a pretty interesting journey. But I would definitely love to know a little bit more and to know the truth about myself... Can I do it? Can I have a 1 to 1 conversation with me? Will I have the patience to get the answers? Will I listen to them? One answer and still a billion questions...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-5811861462130363896?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5811861462130363896/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=5811861462130363896' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/5811861462130363896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/5811861462130363896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-answer-billion-questions.html' title='One answer, a billion questions'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-6239992771238855219</id><published>2010-02-11T13:24:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T13:50:38.313+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Despre blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu pun de obicei multe intrebari. Si de obicei sunt egoista. Iar zilele astea, cand nu am absolut nicio activitate, sunt acasa si totul se invarteste in jurul meu si al dorintelor mele (mai cu seama  culinare), imi pun din ce in ce mai multe intrebari. De cele mai multe ori despre mine... ca sa nu par barfitoare si sa imi satisfac nevoia de a fi centrul universului :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intrebarea de ieri a fost legata de blogul meu. De ce in ultima luna de postez asa de des? Motivul e foarte simplu. Acum, blogul e partenerul meu de conversatie, e "colega mea de camera". Anul trecut, de prin iulie si pana in decembrie am fost suficient de norocoasa incat sa am niste colege de camera geniale cu care eram perfect compatibila in materie de chestii random. Acum, au disparut colegele de camera si, colac peste pupaza, a disparut si persoana care ma asculta din simplul motiv ca ma iubea. Asa ca acum chestiile random (care privesc aspecte mai mult sau mai putin existentiale) sau revelatiile cum le ziceam acum vreo 2 ani plutesc haotic prin creierul meu si fac absolut imposibila orice incercare sau incercare de incercare a organizarii gandurilor. Cum sunt o persoana orientata spre solutii, dupa o indelunga meditatie a subconstientului meu (de care am aflat ulterior) , am gasit  raspunsul: LET THEM OUT! Si cum orice raspuns cumsecade, vine insotit cel putin de o intrebare aditionala, evident ca urmatorul gand a fost: unde sa le eliberez? In ce lume larga? Si tot subconstientul meu a venit cu solutia: blogosfera (doar sunt atat de multe informatii pe net, care mai de care mai irelevante... nimeni nu o sa fie afectat major daca mai postez si eu cateva ganduri dezordonate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si uite asa m-am pornit sa scriu despre revelatii, AHA moments, lucruri care imi mai plac sau care nu, chestiile esentiale care imi consuma energia atat timp cat sunt in interiorul creierasului meu. Si trebuie sa recunosc ca ma simt ceva mai usurata (psihologic vorbind)... ca si cum as face o cura de detoxifiere. Si daca tot am spus ce am avut de spus, e timpul sa ma intorc la invatat :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-6239992771238855219?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6239992771238855219/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=6239992771238855219' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/6239992771238855219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/6239992771238855219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/02/despre-blog.html' title='Despre blog'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-8665592010571958079</id><published>2010-02-09T20:14:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T20:27:09.118+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Intrebare si raspuns</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anii trecuti ma tot intrebam &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de unde isi iau puterea oamenii puternici&lt;/span&gt;. Cum de au ei atat de multa putere sa treaca peste lucrurile negative din viata lor si sa mai si zambeasca si sa ii ajute pe ceilalti? Am tot incercat sa fac asumptii, i-am intrebat, dar nu am fost multumita de ce am aflat (nu stiu ce am aflat, imi aduc aminte numai senzatia de nelamurire neclarificata).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In seara, ascultand cu atentie versurile melodiilor de la radio, desi incercam din rasputeri sa le evit (dar nu am reusit sa le ignor... nici versurile, nici avalansa de ganduri), mi-a revenit ghidus aceeasi intrebare: de unde isi iau puterea oamenii puternici? Si am inceput sa imi conturez si un raspuns: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;din ei insisi&lt;/span&gt;. Nu stiu daca e raspunsul corect, nici nu stiu daca ma multumeste, dar a fost raspunsul care m-a facut sa iau telefonul in mana, sa ma uit la el cateva secunde si apoi sa il las jos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-8665592010571958079?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8665592010571958079/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=8665592010571958079' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/8665592010571958079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/8665592010571958079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/02/intrebare-si-raspuns.html' title='Intrebare si raspuns'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-3893417270515037500</id><published>2010-02-09T18:45:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T18:52:02.756+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Povestea gropii din asfalt</title><content type='html'>Am auzit de curand intr-un material realizat de Andy Szekely o povestioara tare draguta care explica cum se schimba obiceiurile in oameni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma trezesc luni de dimineata, ma imbrac, ies pe usa, inchid poarta, merg pe drum, nu vad ca e o groapa si cad in ea.&lt;br /&gt; Ma trezesc marti de dimineata, ma imbrac, ies pe usa, inchid poarta, merg pe drum, nu vad ca e o groapa si cad in ea.&lt;br /&gt; Ma trezesc miercuri de dimineata, ma imbrac, ies pe usa, inchid poarta, merg pe drum, vad ca e o groapa si cad in ea.&lt;br /&gt; Ma trezesc joi de dimineata, ma imbrac, ies pe usa, inchid poarta, merg pe drum, vad ca e o groapa, o ocolesc si imi continui drumul.&lt;br /&gt; Ma trezesc vineri de dimineata, ma imbrac, ies pe usa, inchid poarta, merg pe drum, ma intalnesc cu un vecin, vorbesc cu el,  vad ca e o groapa, o ocolesc si imi continui drumul.&lt;br /&gt; Ma trezesc sambata de dimineata, ma imbrac, ies pe usa, inchid poarta, merg pe drum, nu-mi dau seama ca groapa e acolo, o ocolesc si imi continui drumul.&lt;br /&gt; Ma trezesc duminica de dimineata, ma imbrac, ies pe usa, inchid poarta si o iau pe alt drum."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe strada mea e miercuri...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-3893417270515037500?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3893417270515037500/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=3893417270515037500' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/3893417270515037500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/3893417270515037500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/02/povestea-gropii-din-asfalt.html' title='Povestea gropii din asfalt'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-2591627034088506835</id><published>2010-02-08T09:39:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T09:56:38.904+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Admir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ma gandeam zilele trecute la oamenii din viata mea. La cei pe care ii am mai aproape, cei pe care i-am vazut din cand in cand, cei care au avut un impact major asupra mea, cei pe care as vrea sa ii revad, cei care imi sunt alaturi mereu sau din cand in cand, cei de la care am invatat si cei pe care i-am invatat... Au trecut multi oameni prin viata mea. Si din acestia multi, sunt cativa pe care i-am admirat. Sau mai bine spus, la care am admirat anumite trasaturi, anumite reactii, anumite pareri sau mod de viata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admir altruismul, capacitatea de auto-schimbare, oamenii care pot ierta, oamenii care au credinta, oamenii cu vieti armonioase, oamenii care sunt deschisi invatarii indiferent de varsta, oamenii care stiu sa aduca un zambet pe buzele celorlalti, oamenii inteligenti, oamenii optimisti, pe cei cu valori clare care le ghideaza parcursul in viata, oamenii care au arta in viata lor, oamenii curiosi, oamenii frumosi... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt recunoscatoare pentru ca i-am cunoscut. Viata e mai frumoasa atunci cand vezi frumusetea din ea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-2591627034088506835?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2591627034088506835/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=2591627034088506835' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/2591627034088506835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/2591627034088506835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/02/admir.html' title='Admir'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-6715742661164052371</id><published>2010-02-02T16:42:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T16:45:00.519+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The bucket list</title><content type='html'>Have you found joy in your life?&lt;br /&gt;Has your life brought joy to others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-6715742661164052371?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6715742661164052371/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=6715742661164052371' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/6715742661164052371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/6715742661164052371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/02/bucket-list.html' title='The bucket list'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-6879429036058864500</id><published>2010-02-02T11:52:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T12:36:00.319+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Toastmasters Cluj</title><content type='html'>Last week Anusca introduced me to an amazing organization: TOASTMASTERS (&lt;a href="http://www.toastmasters.org/"&gt;http://www.toastmasters.org/&lt;/a&gt;). It's a NGO present in 106 countries that has about 250000 members. TOASTMASTERS International empowers people to become better communicators and better leaders. Basically, it teaches you public speaking. And it does it by constant practice. It's simply great! Where else would you have the chance to practice your public speaking skills on a weekly bases? I used to tell my students in Lithuania that "practice makes it perfect". TOASTMASTERS is THE PLACE to practice, to become better and better, to become more aware of your habits and your abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does TOASTMASTER fit me like a glove? In a few bullets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I discovered that I have ideas and I am a kind person, but most of the times I don't know how to express it, so I need to improve my communication skills&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to learn how to &lt;strong&gt;actually listen&lt;/strong&gt; to the others&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Networking - the people that are attending TOASTMASTERS come from very different backgrounds than mine (ok, most of them are programmers :P)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to become a person that can inspire the others&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to be more organized &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to be a better trainer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to finally know how to react when receiving feedback&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe&lt;/strong&gt; in this organization and in its clear benefits&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love the idea of building an organization&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am enthusiastic, energetic and I have free time to invest in great ideas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have the organizatoric skills that it takes to get things started&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am constructive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It makes me smile &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's gonna be great! I believe in it! And... guess what... I get to stay in Romania, close to my family, I get to reach some of my 2010 objectives, I get to meet new people, I get the time to invest "my eggs" (read hopes, dreams and plans) in more than 1 basket.&lt;/p&gt;Happy, smiley me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-6879429036058864500?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6879429036058864500/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=6879429036058864500' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/6879429036058864500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/6879429036058864500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/02/toastmasters-cluj.html' title='Toastmasters Cluj'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-8049766307901949931</id><published>2010-01-31T14:00:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T14:16:48.748+02:00</updated><title type='text'>English wisedom</title><content type='html'>"Don't put all your eggs in one basket". It's a saying I heard a few years ago from my English teacher. I didn't pay much attention to it. And somehow, these days I remembered it. Because I did exactly what I shouldn't have done. I put all my eggs (read hopes, dreams, plans) in a basket that seemed to be perfect and yet it wasn't strong enough. And this basket vanished. It just disappeared. Without a real explanation, without solutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I have to pick all the broken hopes, dreams, plans, put them together and find a new basket for them. This morning, when I woke up and checked my email, I found out something amazing. There seems to be a basket that I can reach, where I could deposit my broken self. And still, I don't want to make the same mistake again. It's hard to attemper my enthusiasm, to think about other plans because I know that if I want to get it, I need to visualise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm... decision making is hard, but at least now I have 2 principles to do it:&lt;br /&gt;1. I'll take the best opportunities that will help me reach my objectives&lt;br /&gt;2. I won't put all my eggs in one basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February looks like an interesting month...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-8049766307901949931?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8049766307901949931/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=8049766307901949931' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/8049766307901949931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/8049766307901949931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/01/english-wisedom.html' title='English wisedom'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-7625242129735564881</id><published>2010-01-26T13:22:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T14:06:19.950+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Privind pe geam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Anul acesta stau la etajul 7. Si m-am mutat aici dupa ce am stat 6 luni la parter. E o mica diferenta de perspectiva. E interesant cateodata sa vezi privirea de ansamblu si sa nu iti mai ratacesti ochii pe trunchiurile noduroase ale copacilor din fata geamului.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Din cand in cand, fac o scurta pauza de cateva secunde si ma uit pe fereastra. Se vede lacul (acum e inghetat si oamenii patineaza pe el), mall-ul, cateva cladiri de apartamente si, daca nu e ceata, un deal. Ce imi atrage atentia de fiecare data e blocul grena (nu stiu daca asta e culoarea care sa il descrie cel mai bine, dar eu asa il vad). E un bloc cu vreo 7-8 etaje (eu le vad numai pe cele 5 situate deasupra copacilor) si, cel mai important, cu mansarda. E unul din putinele blocuri din Cluj care au mansarda (cel putin, din cate am vazut eu).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Privind pe geam si vazand mansardele (in care, din fericire nu am vazut locatarii, deci nu au povesti) imi imaginez viitorul. E un viitor fericit, frumos, linistit. "Mansarda" reprezinta oaza mea de confort si pace, locul in care ma vor astepta pereti frumos colorati, poze cu cei dragi si locurile prin care m-am perindat, carti citite sau in curs de a fi explorte, colectia de carti de calatorie, un catelus mic, dragalas si frumos mirositor, scaune comode, Leady, Toto si Clementina, o azalee rosie, un Wii, lotiunea de cirese si vanilie si parfumul cald de liliac. "Mansarda" e locul in care gatesc pentru cei dragi, unde experimentez prajituri noi in fiecare saptamana, unde se mai incing din cand in cand un joc de remmy sau UNO, unde exista un vin bun pe care il savurez cu oameni la care tin, unde fac schimb de zambete sincere cu cei pe care ii iubesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;"Mansarda" e cu siguranta acasa unde voi veni dupa o zi de serviciu sau dupa o conferinta sau dupa o vizita la Calarasi. "Mansarda" e acasa pentru mine asa cum imi doresc sa fiu - un om calm, care vede frumusetea din jur si esenta in oamenii de care e inconjurat. "Mansarda" e acasa unde e armonie - ceea ce imi doresc cel mai mult. "Mansarda" e acasa unde se vor naste (ca niste iepurasi) ideile pentru proiectele mele educationale care vor schimba in mod iremediabil vietile unor adolescenti. "Mansarda" e locul in care fac ce trebuie, cand trebuie fara sa mai comentez si fara sa ma mai caut scuze. "Mansarda" e acasa unde sunt fericita. "Mansarda" e acasa unde am motiv sa pregatesc crema de caramel cu banane si inghetata de vanilie. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mansarda" e o stare de spirit mai mult decat un loc&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Mansarda e un vis pe care il am de fiecare data cand privesc pe geam. Si e un vis atat de frumos, incat i-am pus un deadline (iulie 2010) si l-am transformat in obiectiv. Am inceput deja sa lucrez pentru "mansarda". Zilele acestea ii pun temelia, pentru ca vreau ca pana in vara sa fie gata. E frumos sa lucrez pentru a-mi atinge un vis. Imi da putere si ma trezesc cu un zambet sincer in fiecare dimineata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-7625242129735564881?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7625242129735564881/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=7625242129735564881' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/7625242129735564881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/7625242129735564881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/01/privind-pe-geam.html' title='Privind pe geam'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-6007432581021996273</id><published>2010-01-24T23:07:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T23:32:45.803+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hugs "without a price"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I read on Dora's blog about these hugs. And I must confess that I love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hugs "without a price" are the hugs that you're giving without expecting anything back (not even another hug). For me, a hug "without a price" can say "Thank you for being in my life", "I like your personality", "I'm happy to have met you", "You made my day", "I love you", "Thank you for inspiring me", "I'm here for you whenever you need me", "I'm unbelievably happy for you", "I admire you so much"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are some people in my life to whom I would give these hugs. I don't know if they know that they are on my list, but I'm sure they will feel it when they will receive my hug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, I'm just grateful for the amazing people I know (especially for the special persons in my life). I wish all of them could feel tonight my thoughts and feelings for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-6007432581021996273?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6007432581021996273/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=6007432581021996273' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/6007432581021996273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/6007432581021996273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/01/hugs-without-price.html' title='Hugs &quot;without a price&quot;'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-3548219538935265112</id><published>2010-01-22T10:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T10:27:41.282+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Independenta?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Zilele astea am tot avut AHA moments. Si desi cred ca o sa le tin minte toata viata, niciodata nu stii cand iti joaca memoria feste, asa ca le  scriu aici. Pentru ca din cand in cand sa le recitesc si sa mi le reamintesc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Un AHA moment de acum vreo 3 zile se refera la o intrebare pe care ne-a pus-o proful de cultura civica in clasa a 7a "Care e cea mai importanta valoare pentru voi?". Raspunsul meu a fost independenta. Acum nu mai e cea mai importanta valoare pentru mine, dar continua sa ma caracterizeze. Independenta imi da putere. Imi da putere sa trec peste momentele grele, imi da puterea sa ma automotivez, imi da puterea sa cred in mine, imi da puterea sa calatoresc si sa ma adaptez unui peisaj nou atunci cand il intalnesc. Evident ca exista si dezavantaje, dar nu are rost sa ma axez asupra lor pentru ca independenta nu face parte din lucrurile pe care vreau sa le schimb la mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Independenta se mai manifesta si prin faptul ca de obicei nu ma afecteaza parerea celorlalti despre mine si nu am nevoie de acordul lor pentru a face sau a nu face ceva. De fapt, in viata mea au existat numai 2 persoane care au avut o influenta majora asupra mea, asupra caracterului meu si al felului in care ma relationez la ceea ce mi se intampla. De curand am descoperit ca exista o a treia persoana care are aceeasi influenta asupra mea. In mod ciudat, de data asta nu mai simt ca independenta imi e atacata, ci ca am oportunitatea de a explora noi orizonturi si de a descoperi intr-un alt fel oamenii din jurul meu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Imi place independenta mea. Imi reaminteste ca eu sunt singura persoana responsabila de ceea ce se intampla cu viata mea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-3548219538935265112?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3548219538935265112/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=3548219538935265112' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/3548219538935265112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/3548219538935265112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/01/independenta.html' title='Independenta?'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-2771665088366911119</id><published>2010-01-21T22:32:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T22:49:23.737+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lectii de viata</title><content type='html'>Cand eram mai mica, oamenii mari imi spuneau sa ma port cu ceilalti asa cum as vrea sa se poarte ei cu mine. Si am incercat sa ii ascult (din cand in cand, chiar imi iesea). Ce au uitat sa imi spuna parintii, matusile si educatorii a fost ca oamenii sunt diferiti si ca au alte asteptari/alte nazuinte/alte nevoi decat am eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stim cu totii (sau cel putin am auzit) ca oamenii nu sunt la fel. Insa a auzi si a constientiza e o mare diferenta. Eu inca mai descopar ca oamenii sunt diferiti. Am experimentat pana acum oameni cu un bagaj intelectual diferit, din tari diferite, cu stiluri de lucru diferite, cu gusturi diferite, reactii diferite in anumite situatii. Si trebuie sa recunosc ca cel mai dificil imi este sa  inteleg reactiile diferite de ale mele la anumite situatii. Imi ia mult timp, dar si cand inteleg, nu mai uit. Ramane acolo, intiparit pentru mult timp. Si nu numai ca ramane, dar si produce o adaptare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In proces de adaptare (unul reusit sa speram)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-2771665088366911119?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2771665088366911119/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=2771665088366911119' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/2771665088366911119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/2771665088366911119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/01/lectii-de-viata.html' title='Lectii de viata'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-7459599313747077789</id><published>2010-01-20T21:13:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:04:18.240+02:00</updated><title type='text'>20th January 2010</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day from the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the day when things started to change. When I started to change. It's a change I wanted to make in me for a long time now, but only these last days I realised that I NEED to make a change. I need to make a change because without it, I won't be happy. And no matter what, this is the ultimate thing I want for this life. But from time to time (such as now) being happy means raising the standards, having higher expectations from myself, upgrading my personality. And this is what I started today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's high time I become the mature person I can be. I played fool and childish for too long. It's high time I became capable to lead myself, to be organised and think thinghs through, to listen to my mind (I have a pretty intellingent brain) and not to my instincts. It's high time I start looking at myself first when it comes blaming, it's high time I start thinking before speaking, it's high time I start working for what I really want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Michael Jackson said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I'm starting with the man in the mirror&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'm asking him to change his ways&lt;br /&gt;  And no message could have been any clearer&lt;br /&gt;  If you wanna make the world a better place&lt;br /&gt;  Take a look at yourself and make the change"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The change started today. And it will continue all throughout the year. At the end of 2010, I'll be a new me. Wait for it! You will love it just as much as I'll do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-7459599313747077789?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7459599313747077789/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=7459599313747077789' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/7459599313747077789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/7459599313747077789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/01/20th-january-2010.html' title='20th January 2010'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-5094057582953488409</id><published>2010-01-10T14:36:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:05:21.325+02:00</updated><title type='text'>22</title><content type='html'>I'm 22 now. It sounds old... no, actually it sounds like real life. But of course, I am the only person in my life that decides when and what I should do. So, guess what? I don't want to go to real life (yet). Most of the people that thought about me today told me that wish me that all my dreams com true. But what are my dreams? I think I kind of figured them out today, on this bench in Iulius Mall, while working for a project and wearing my red boots: &lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I want to love and be loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I want to have my friends near me (I don't want Facebook to become my social life)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I want to travel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I want to spend quality time with my family and have a huuuuge family reunion in Cerna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I want to do training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I want to continue with AIESEC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I want to be busy everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I want to read more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I don't want to pay for my studies next year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I want to be beautiful and have a lot of dresses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I want to be part of a team&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes! This is what I want for my birthday! And now, back to studies and projects (if I want to be busy and not pay for my last year of Master :P )... and maybe afterwards I'll go buy a dress if I behave :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-5094057582953488409?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5094057582953488409/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=5094057582953488409' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/5094057582953488409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/5094057582953488409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/01/22.html' title='22'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-6260750494338249528</id><published>2010-01-07T11:03:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T11:45:33.340+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vorba multa</title><content type='html'>Eu vorbesc. Prea mult, prea des, prea tare. Dar cateodata aceasta boala a eliberatului ideilor nastrusnice din capsorul meu atinge niste praguri greu de imaginat. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Procesul e foarte interesant. Vine ideea, de aprind stelutele in capul meu, in tot corpul trece o energie fantastica ce-mi urla in creier "trebuie sa spui asta! trebuie daca vrei sa fii linistita!". Si cum sunt doar un animal ceva mai evoluat, ascult de instinctul meu. Cuvintele se aduna si in momentul in care sunt pe punctul de a le da drumul in lumea larga, un alt gand vine si imi spune sa ma opresc pentru ca efectul ideilor mele o sa fie unul nefast si o sa provoc destul de multa suferinta. Si aceasta voce a ratiunii tot bolboreste una alta pana cand ma prefac ca o ascult. Dar in cel mai mic moment in care nu e atenta, tot ce-mi spune instinctul fac. Si-apoi urmeaza o adevarata explozie emotionala: comfort, veselie, regret, frica, oboseale, regret din nou si vocea rationala care sopteste incet, la nesfasit "Ti-am spus sa nu zici nimic!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trebuie sa-mi educ cumva acest mic demon al dorintei de exprimare. Doar pentru ca am dreptul asta, nu inseamna ca trebuie sa il si exercit tot timpul. Uite inca o dorinta pentru 2010. Incet, incet se strang ele toate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-6260750494338249528?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6260750494338249528/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=6260750494338249528' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/6260750494338249528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/6260750494338249528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/01/vorba-multa.html' title='Vorba multa'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-7443690851232119616</id><published>2010-01-02T21:13:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T21:37:51.976+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Maine plec la Cluj</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uffa! Maine plec la Cluj! Back to real life! In afara de faptul ca sunt foarte confuza si nu stiu e vreau sa fac cu viata mea, sunt un pic curioasa si un pic speriata de o noua rutina. Cred ca intr-un fel imi lipseste ceea ce faceam in Lituania pentru ca acum va trebui sa o iau de la 0. Prima data cu autobuzul de la Bucuresti la Cluj, colege noi de camera, FSEGA,  materii de care nu am habar, prieteni cu care nu am mai vorbit de 3 luni. Am emotii pentru ce va fi. Intr-un fel ciudat, ma simt ca in anul 1. Ca si cand voi plonja intr-o lume pe care nu o cunosc. Dar am incredere in mine ca sunt suficient de sociabila, zambareata si deschisa incat sa rezolv aceasta mica problema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A inceput 2010. Dar eu nu simt asta ca un inceput. Cred ca pentru mine "anul urmator" va incepe numai la sfarsitul lui ianuarie. Pana atunci, nu-mi pun obiective, nu ma gandesc ce vreau sa fac, ci doar explorez. Explorez multe posibilitati, analizez, ma gandesc, tin minte daca sclipeste ceva si reiau explorarea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singurele obiective pe care le am acum sunt legate de lucruri marunte. Mi-am propus sa citesc 2 carti de beletristica in fiecare luna (in ianuarie o sa fie "Magicianul" si "Marele singuratic"). Si sa mananc din nou lasagna langa Flaminio, asa cum faceam acum 1 an cu echipa mea. Sa merg duminica seara sa il ascult pe verisorul Dorei la barul de langa Colosseum. Si mai vreau pentru la anul sa merg in Barcelona (cine vrea sa vina cu mine la sfarsitul lui aprilie?). Si sa fiu faci la NaLDS, Synergy in Lituania si SprinCo in Cehia. Si sa merg cu mami undeva in afara tarii pentru un weekend (Salonic, Paris, Lisabona, Viena sau Bruxelles). Se pare ca orice as face, nu pot scapa de microbul calatoriilor. Ceea ce cred ca e bine. Face parte din mine sa vreau sa am mereu ceva nou in viata mea, cat de mic ar fi (chiar daca e vorba doar de un nou magnet pe frigider).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca inca nu stiu ce vreau sau ce trebuie sa fac cu lucrurile mari din viata mea, o sa ma distrez cu cele micute. Scriindu-mi palnurile de calatorie, am zambit. Si cu acest zambet pe buze ma duc sa imi fac bagajul. Se anunta un an cel putin cu momente frumoase :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-7443690851232119616?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7443690851232119616/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=7443690851232119616' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/7443690851232119616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/7443690851232119616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2010/01/maine-plec-la-cluj.html' title='Maine plec la Cluj'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-945853199499693918</id><published>2009-12-29T15:32:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:58:50.417+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy?</title><content type='html'>Today a friend sent me a message and she wrote, at some point &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"please, be happy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It had such a huge impact on me! Lately, when talking about myself, I'm saying that the only thing that I want is to be happy. And now somebody has to ask me to be happy?! How can I be asked to do what I want to do? What happened to me? Where and when did I lose myself? Something's wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I stopped crying, I stopped being sad, I started resting at night, I smiled again. Because I have no idea what will happen in January. And why worry? There's no point in worrying now. For now, I just have to wait (I did it for 3 months, I can do it for 3 more weeks). And I will enjoy this time. Because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-945853199499693918?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/945853199499693918/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=945853199499693918' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/945853199499693918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/945853199499693918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy.html' title='Happy?'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-90659613073704900</id><published>2009-12-24T23:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T00:09:05.913+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Christmas</title><content type='html'>It's almost Christmas. And I'm home. Finally home (not only phisically, but also mentally).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year doesn't feel like Christmas. Or at least, not the Christmas mood that I see on TV. Neither the Christmas I remember as a kid. It's something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, Christmas feels like sleeping after crying for a long time. Being here, now, with my parents, talking to my mom about my problems, about her problems, about my future plans feels good. I don't think this Christmas is about Christmas. This year, I wasn't caught in the shopping fever, neither in the religious meaning of this day. So this year is just about being home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy to be here and even happier for enjoying it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-90659613073704900?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/90659613073704900/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=90659613073704900' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/90659613073704900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/90659613073704900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2009/12/almost-christmas.html' title='Almost Christmas'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-8182895243183944113</id><published>2009-12-13T11:34:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T12:26:59.793+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The end</title><content type='html'>Today is my last day here. This time tomorrow I will be in Riga, starting my Baltic trip.&lt;br /&gt;Today it's snowing. And it's so damn beautiful! It simply makes me smile a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Uff! My X is now over! I think teh best way to describe it would be "DON'T CRY BECAUSE IT CAME TO AN END! SMILE BECAUSE IT HAPPENED!". This is my feeling now. I am happy for all the chanegs in me, I am happy for the people I met, I am happy for my future plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really grateful I decided to take this internship. Now I am for sure a much more mature person. And I am in love with AIESEC again. Speaking of which, I decided to do a list with the things I discovered in AIESEC. I don't know if it's complete, but I will do my best to put down eveything:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;if you want to say something and make it clear to the others, use bullets :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;planning tools&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;conferences are amazing!!!! being OC or in the faci team is the best experience ever!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;friends, best friends, the best friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;positive thinking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;giving constructive feedback&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;teamwork&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the power of believing in something&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;passion can move mountains&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;goal setting and goal achieving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;challenging processes and people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;people like happy people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;appreciation is the best thing to motivate the others&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my biggest fear is failing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;things happen for a reason&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;actions have consequences (and I must accept this)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love Denmark, Hamburg and Buenos Aires&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the most important thing for me is to be happy with what I am doing and the people around me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I CAN work with any type of person, but this doesn't mean I can be a friend of that person&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CSR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;training&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can work with teenagers and they like me :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I believe that if between 2 persons is chemistry, then they will work together just fine:P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I take responsibility for my actions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like being in charge of things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I believe in qualitative experiences&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I think I will leave this list open. Because my AIESEC career will not come to an end now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-8182895243183944113?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8182895243183944113/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=8182895243183944113' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/8182895243183944113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/8182895243183944113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2009/12/end.html' title='The end'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-6475534755805548409</id><published>2009-12-07T18:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T18:23:57.218+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am enjoying my second week in recovery stage. It feels so nice to talk about cultural shock and being able to say to my kids that I am now in recovery stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everything is so nice. I just had an amazing weekend in Kaunas, my kids last week gave me the best present in the world that I will take with me wherever I'll live, I am trying to learn Lithuanian, I am doing sport 1 hour a day (everyday), I like my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm happy here. I still miss home, I still miss us, but this is not stopping me from enjoying what I have here and now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-6475534755805548409?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6475534755805548409/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=6475534755805548409' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/6475534755805548409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/6475534755805548409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2009/12/recovery.html' title='Recovery'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-512871754512541024</id><published>2009-11-28T18:32:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T18:39:55.843+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Adisor (my beloved laptop) is about to die. In less than 15 minutes, I will run out of battery and I will not be able to charge it again. It's the second time it's happening sine I came to Lithuania. It sucks! So for the next 20 days (until I will get home) I will no longer have my movies, my pictures, my music, my internet whenever I feel like. Luckily, I saw all the episodes from Grey's Anatomy (the ones that were released so far), so the pain won't be excruciating :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The good thing is that this morning, when I saw that it stopped charging, I was pretty calm. I mean, I did call mami to let her know about the lack of internet access during the weekend, I cried for 10 minutes, but then I did some plans on how to spend my time from now on. And I think I was pretty good in this. Let's see what will happen...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good bye, Adisor!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-512871754512541024?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/512871754512541024/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=512871754512541024' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/512871754512541024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/512871754512541024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2009/11/challenge.html' title='The challenge'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-2419408350215569993</id><published>2009-11-27T22:59:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T23:44:00.528+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My X</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My X, so far... The best way to describe it is in bullets:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think the most important lesson I learned is that I am the only one responsible for my experience. My friends kept telling me this over and over again, but it was only 3 days ago I actually realized it. I really hope I will remember this lesson for the rest of my life (if I will forget it, I will come back to this blog and try to remember it).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like what I am doing. Training is amazing. I think I'm getting better and better. I think I start having my own training style. It's harder and harder to compromise and work with Jesse. We have totally different and opposite opinions about education and I think we stopped working as a team. We are 2 individuals that share the same time, space and people. But I'd rather be happy with myself than compromising about something I deeply care about.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes, when you want something from someone, the easiest way to get it is asking for it. I was surprised by the results of this&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is lovely to have a roommate with whom you get along &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is not what I expected in terms of people. But the few special persons I met totally worth this experience.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I visited my best friend. Amazing weekend! And I started drinking capuccino afterwards (Roxi, I hope we'll meet again for a capuccino in Deli de Luca)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm surrounded by good music every day :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to be continued...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-2419408350215569993?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2419408350215569993/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=2419408350215569993' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/2419408350215569993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/2419408350215569993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-x.html' title='My X'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-4310751842845769478</id><published>2009-11-16T20:22:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:16:00.467+02:00</updated><title type='text'>So what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So what if I have no idea what I want to do with my life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Even if what I'm trying right now won't last forever, at 24-25 I will still be young. Even 2,3,4 years from now I will still have the chance to travel and figure out how the world looks like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So for now I will just enjoy and experience what I have. I wanted it for so long...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-4310751842845769478?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4310751842845769478/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=4310751842845769478' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/4310751842845769478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/4310751842845769478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-what.html' title='So what?'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-5251548827065601833</id><published>2009-11-12T22:44:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T22:56:43.586+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply great!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Tonight we were invited to a traditional music and dances show. And since one of the dancers is a friend of ours, we went. It was really, really nice. Lithuanian dances are very energetic and a bit funny. I was really, really amazed to see the old men dancing (they were around 70-80). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the really cool part started only after that. We went to a party where everyone was dancing traditional Lithuanian dances. That felt really good! A lot of running, jumping, turning around...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-5251548827065601833?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5251548827065601833/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=5251548827065601833' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/5251548827065601833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/5251548827065601833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2009/11/simply-great.html' title='Simply great!'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-3400409721958351239</id><published>2009-11-11T12:38:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T12:42:11.643+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Woow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I think I'm lucky. I work with a passionate person. I just had a very interesting conversation with Jesse and I could see how passionate he is about Nigeria, about making a difference, about changing things. I really admire him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I also had an AHA moment about myself: "I was educated not to care about Africa". I really, really feel that my worldview is extremly narrow. I should definitely do some more research in this field. And not only this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wish me good luck in trying to open my eyes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-3400409721958351239?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3400409721958351239/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=3400409721958351239' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/3400409721958351239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/3400409721958351239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2009/11/woow.html' title='Woow!'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-6489398772229776817</id><published>2009-11-05T21:35:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:04:30.893+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the small things that matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's been a long time since I wanted to write on my blog, but I didn't know exactly what to write. There's not much going on... It's just me, living a simple life. It's all about me appreciating small things. I think this is the most important thing I've learnt here... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, this is what makes me happy now:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The train ride. The snow. Chairing next LCM. The breakfast with Sigita, Monika and Brandy. Talking every night with Laura. Having internet. The chocolate cheese bars. The home baked cookies in the school. The bus on the way back to Siauliai. The book I share with Laura. The plum jam. Corn flakes. Ally McBeal. 3% fat yogurt. Golden boy. The house in the middle of the woods. The lake. The top of the cathedral. Tea in office. Tea everywhere. Hot chocolate. Mushroom biscuits. Sunny boy. NatCo. Staying in Vilnius. MC0910 in Latvia. Jesse challenging me every day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm happy I am grateful for what I have. I'm slowly, but surely growing up :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-6489398772229776817?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6489398772229776817/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=6489398772229776817' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/6489398772229776817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/6489398772229776817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-small-things-that-matter.html' title='It&apos;s the small things that matter'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-76720419319556348</id><published>2009-11-05T21:04:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:35:14.821+02:00</updated><title type='text'>22 noiembrie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Pe 22 noiembrie sunt alegeri prezidentiale. Urmarind statisticile alegerilor de dupa 90, prezenta la vot a scazut cu aproximativ 20% (de la 73,23% la 55,20%). Cei mai multi nu mai au incredere in politicieni si cred ca nu pot sa schimbe nimic prin prezenta la vot. Daca toti oamenii ar gandi la fel, oare ce s-ar intampla? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu merg sa votez.  Eu cred ca trebuie sa ma fac auzita. Eu cred ca parerea mea conteaza pentru Romania.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-76720419319556348?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/76720419319556348/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=76720419319556348' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/76720419319556348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/76720419319556348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2009/11/22-noiembrie.html' title='22 noiembrie'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-8596148191412387464</id><published>2009-10-27T19:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T19:47:57.128+02:00</updated><title type='text'>X</title><content type='html'>I was thinking a lot about X these days. And about AIESEC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conclusion is very simple... in AIESEC you do some things really, really well, but when it comes to the core product of the organization - AIESEC XP - things are really screwed up. Thinking about the people I met in AIESEC, I would say that only 20% of them actually had a qualitative complete AIESEC experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come? Why? Why does this organization focuses so much on numbers and quality is so left behind? Why do you find internships where you should be a receptionist or a travel guide when you are promissed professional and personal development? Why do you have internships where you go to work and you have nothing to do all day long or when your JD is so different from what you are promissed? Why do you promote X as being the coolest experience ever and more than half of the EPs I know were dissatisfied with what they got? True, in such circumstances, you get to be much more tolerant and positive and you gain a lot personally... but why noone tells you the truth about what will happen to you? Oh.. and why people that are in EBs/MCs and think the same way don't just do something to change it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for an answer to these questions...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-8596148191412387464?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8596148191412387464/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=8596148191412387464' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/8596148191412387464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/8596148191412387464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2009/10/x.html' title='X'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-8127173337581542774</id><published>2009-10-27T19:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T19:35:59.554+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing weekend</title><content type='html'>Vilnius is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am simply in love with the city... The people, the parks (or the forrests), the atmosphere, the amber... Simply in love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were only 2 things missing... the ability to capture the beauty of the moment and him, to hold my hand while walking along the river...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-8127173337581542774?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8127173337581542774/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=8127173337581542774' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/8127173337581542774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/8127173337581542774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2009/10/amazing-weekend.html' title='Amazing weekend'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-6876096482396540170</id><published>2009-10-17T11:47:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T11:52:12.304+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter time already?!</title><content type='html'>2 days ago it was snowing. The temperature is maximum 3-5 degrees. At 7 is already dark. In the room is so cold that I can barely stay here for more than 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn´t prepared for this. So of course my first reaction was to complain, to be bitchy and pissed off. But I think things will get better. Or at least I hope they will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-6876096482396540170?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6876096482396540170/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=6876096482396540170' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/6876096482396540170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/6876096482396540170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2009/10/winter-time-already.html' title='Winter time already?!'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-8452290905431210229</id><published>2009-10-14T13:40:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T14:31:26.906+03:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how it all begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;According to myaiesec.net, I am officially an intern in Siauliai, Lithuania.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I started my experience yesterday, on a pretty cold October Tuesday. After a long flight (actually, waiting 4 hours in Prague was the boring part, but luckily I had Ally McBeal with me) I arrived in Riga. The girls were waiting for me in the airport with a really, really nice poster and an AIESEC banner. We drove to Siauliai and the moment we entered Lithuania we stopped for the traditional Lithuanian welcome: a shot of vodka (not as bad as our palinca) and bread (really good, black with seeds, home baked by a member's mom) with salt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The beginning seemed promising. But when I got "home", things changed a bit. I live in a semi communist dorm where everything is white and cold. The only cool thing about the room was the message from my roommate. After I managed to unpack some of my stuff, we went out for a tea and then back to the dorm to chill. The people are really nice,but they are not used with internationals around them, so they speak in Lithuanian most of the time. At some point I couldn't take it and I "kindly" asked them to speak in English and things improved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night was interesting, because we had an electricity blackout so it wasn't only unbelievably cold, but it was also dark. Luckily, my roommate, Laura, warned me that I should put on a lot of clothes before going to sleep and so I did. About my roommate... Her name is Laura, she's 23 and she's from Denmark. Her English is really, really good (unlike that of most of the people here) with an Aussie accent. She looks a lot like Ruth, my CCP from Brazil. She's a really nice person, very new to AIESEC. I think we will get along very well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I woke up feeling much better. I remembered one of my laws: "the moment you stop comparing is the moment you start being happy". I think that it also helped the really, really hot shower I took. Then Vika (VP X) came and brought us to the office (us means me and Sadrik - the other intern from Uzbekistan). We had a short meeting about the project and I had time to talk to Andrei and Roxi and get some work done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, first impressions on Siauliai:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;it's so damn cooold&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;people are very nice and helpful&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AIESEC office is a really nice place and you can have tea here (this makes me happy and keeps the cold away)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I will take Roxi's advice and I will fall in love with my X experience...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-8452290905431210229?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8452290905431210229/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=8452290905431210229' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/8452290905431210229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/8452290905431210229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-how-it-all-begins.html' title='This is how it all begins'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-7992143790463601891</id><published>2009-09-22T22:46:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:40:30.049+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossible is nothing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was thinking tonight about AIESEC. Actually about performance in AIESEC. About how things are done. About what AIESEC wants to achieve as organization. About growth. About term 0809 in AIESEC Cluj, so about "impossible is nothing".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is this true? Is is true that impossible is nothing? That you can achieve everything and that you can break any limit? I really think that as individual you can do it. Look at all the runners, the gymnasts, the athlets. All it takes is a stong will and a lot of hard work. It's not easy, but it's achievable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But what about teams? Can a team prove that impossible is nothing? I've never seen one that did it so far. I believe that is you want to actually succeed in doing this as a team, all your team members have to have constantly the vibe of "impossible is nothing". But is this enough? Don't think so. They also need a clear direction and experience to fail, suceed and discover their own key of succes... And something else... the team vibe. The feeling that they are working for a common objective, that they have a vision and of course they see their benefits in being there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But what do you do when your team is unbelievably diverse and driven by so many reasons? Can you inspire the feeling of "impossible is nothing"? Can you make them achieve impossible? Still looking for an answer....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-7992143790463601891?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7992143790463601891/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=7992143790463601891' title='14 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/7992143790463601891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/7992143790463601891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2009/09/impossible-is-nothing.html' title='Impossible is nothing?'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-6314065770160878680</id><published>2009-09-04T02:26:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T02:30:39.209+03:00</updated><title type='text'>right now</title><content type='html'>Right now, I'm in my room in Cluj.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I feel like a stranger here.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I can smell the chocolate cake I baked.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm thinking about him.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm listening to an amazing singer (Emm Gryner).&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I wish I had my friends near me.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I would tell her how sorry I am for all the stupid and childish things I did.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I wish I had a team like their's.&lt;br /&gt;Right now,I'm thinking about my future.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, it's just me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-6314065770160878680?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6314065770160878680/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=6314065770160878680' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/6314065770160878680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/6314065770160878680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2009/09/right-now.html' title='right now'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-1282397189450598453</id><published>2009-08-21T18:04:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:32:34.738+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Enthusiasm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A month ago I was convinced I lost my enthusiasm. I had no idea that all I had to do was to look a little bit outside the box I was living in and talk more to other persons than the ones I worked with. But now it's back. Briefly, my enthusiasm was brought back by the people I met lately (the ones that dream big) and the diversity around me. And I'm gonna keep my enthusiasm. Because now I know that sheer beauty that surprises me every moment is just around the corner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Being enthusiastic about what I am doing or about the people I work with is something that defines me. And I want to remember this for the rest of my life. And I will take this into account whenever I have to make a decision about my future, especially about my professional future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just to make sure that I will have forever this enthusiasm with me, I will always surround myself by 2 basic things: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;people that dream big&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;diversity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;People with beautiful, big dreams are like matches for me. I think that all the energy and good humour I have is like gasoline stored in several recepients. Each recepient needs something to be set on fire. And I don't always have the matches with me. So this is why I need those fabolous people around me. Finally, I do believe what a wise friend of mine told me repeatedly more than a year ago: "people like happy people" :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Diversity is the second type of matches. It's mainly about diversity in mentalities and behavious, but also diversity in landscape and people I hang out with. I am simoultaneously fascinated and challenged by diversity. Sometimes it takes me long to understand and accept it, but I am always involved with all my being in this. Diversity challenges me and all the time when I meet something new, I end up knowing even more about myself. I end up being more aware of what is outside my universe, but also I get to see a glimpse of the boundaries of this universe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I'm really happy I found these 2 sources of enthusiasm in AIESEC, which can only make me want to continue being a member of this organization and actually bringing the added value that I can bring. The future seems pink and shiny for me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-1282397189450598453?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1282397189450598453/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=1282397189450598453' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/1282397189450598453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/1282397189450598453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2009/08/enthusiasm.html' title='Enthusiasm'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-7253723417405260143</id><published>2009-08-04T20:03:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:16:51.514+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SnhqHpzzVnI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Tdh2netxoeQ/s1600-h/n1070768817_223691_4797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SnhqHpzzVnI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Tdh2netxoeQ/s400/n1070768817_223691_4797.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366155635726702194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think that only now I realised that Roxi is one of the persons I took for granted. And I miss her and our endless conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soricel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-7253723417405260143?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7253723417405260143/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=7253723417405260143' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/7253723417405260143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/7253723417405260143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2009/08/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SnhqHpzzVnI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Tdh2netxoeQ/s72-c/n1070768817_223691_4797.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438868854052364751.post-7082181355229474861</id><published>2009-08-04T19:30:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:02:34.023+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Goal setting</title><content type='html'>How do you set goals? This is something that I've been thinking about for a couple of years and I still didn't figure out what's the best way to do things.&lt;br /&gt;We all set goals. For our personal life, for our professional path, when it comes to sports or competitions we enter. But my questions is about how high should be this goal? Should we believe that impossible is nothing? How far should we go with our optimism?&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I don't believe in "Aim for the moon. Even if you don't reach it, you'll land among the stars". I think that we should set goals according to our internal resources: our commitment, our ambition, our willingness to sacrifice things for what we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a while to admit that this is what I believe in. And I think setting goals you can reach builds self confidence and it leads to growth step by step. And I am convinced that by having more self confidence, any person will challenge himself/herself even more and more and in the end have really high standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438868854052364751-7082181355229474861?l=silviatheredspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7082181355229474861/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3438868854052364751&amp;postID=7082181355229474861' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/7082181355229474861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438868854052364751/posts/default/7082181355229474861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silviatheredspot.blogspot.com/2009/08/goal-setting.html' title='Goal setting'/><author><name>Silvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16377724805364076340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxf6pTMLCxs/SOC0DnD2PTI/AAAAAAAAAOU/695ZNkfSDaM/S220/DSC01040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
