<?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-7728422496138915756</id><updated>2012-02-12T11:42:41.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in green... in Bucharest</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenmoru.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728422496138915756/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenmoru.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Moru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16750348262739748070</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7728422496138915756.post-312809013792501880</id><published>2009-08-16T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T07:26:35.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Those who can, do; Those who can't teach.</title><content type='html'>I was watching this afternoon a random movie (don't even know which) but I liked a lot the end of it, when a student tells his teacher (after receiving an invitation to be a speaker at one of its courses) the line from the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This line made me smile, because last year, during the exam there were discussions with the HR professor from University regarding the steps in recruitment. And although other books were stating differently, she didn't want to accept other ideas but the ones she had. At the end she told us that instead of trusting HR managers and others involved int he HR area, we should trust the teachers who are doing research and issuing theories. Of course, at that time being in the situation to almost fail the exam (because of my opinion), I couldn't tell her anything, but in my mind definitely there was something similar to the tile of this post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was positively surprised in the last month that some deans of universities in Romania had the good idea if inviting specialist from different fields to teach for the master degrees, admitting that it would be more useful to have the practical experience, rather than the theory especially for a masters' course which is not so general. Really a pleasant surprise. Now I only want to see it happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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Touched an iceberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Been a part of a hockey fight&lt;br /&gt;4. Changed a baby’s diaper&lt;br /&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;7. Swam with wild dolphins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Held a tarantula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10. Said “I love you” and meant it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;14. Stayed up all night long and watched the sun rise&lt;/span&gt; (a lot of times)&lt;br /&gt;15. Seen the Northern Lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;16. Gone to a huge sports game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked the stairs to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;18. Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;br /&gt;19. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;20. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/span&gt; (a lot of times :( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Bet on a winning horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;/span&gt; (during high school it was a habit)&lt;br /&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;br /&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;27. Taken an ice cold bath&lt;br /&gt;28. Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/span&gt; (even overcame challenges to be allowed to see it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;30. Ridden a roller coaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;32. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;33. Adopted an accent for fun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;35. Felt very happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;36. Loved your job 90% of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;br /&gt;38. Watched wild whales&lt;br /&gt;39. Gone rock climbing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;40. Gone on a midnight walk on the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;42. Visited Ireland&lt;br /&gt;43. Ever bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited India&lt;br /&gt;45. Bench-pressed your own weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;46. Milked a cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Alphabetized your personal files&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;48. Ever worn a superhero costume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;49. Sung karaoke&lt;/span&gt; (a lot of times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;50. Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/span&gt; (this is almost my favorite hobby :) )&lt;br /&gt;51. Gone scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;br /&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;br /&gt;55. Done something you should regret, but don’t&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;57. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;59. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;60. Gone without food for 3 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;61. Made cookies from scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;62. Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;/span&gt; (I was a clown, a butterfly, a ghost, a ladybird... long live primary school :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;65. Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone&lt;br /&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;br /&gt;68. Read - and understood - your credit report&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;69. Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy&lt;/span&gt; (not recently but at 15 I bought a baby doll and at 16 I was till buying clothes for it... now I stopped :D)&lt;br /&gt;70. Found out something significant that your ancestors did&lt;br /&gt;71. Called or written your Congress person&lt;br /&gt;72. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;br /&gt;73. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;74. Helped an animal give birth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Been fired or laid off from a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;76. Won money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;78. Ridden a motorcycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100 mph&lt;br /&gt;80. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;81. Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing (I almost never sleep during flights, so definitely not))&lt;br /&gt;82. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;83. Eaten sushi&lt;/span&gt; (this is the last thing I do every time I leave Vienna)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;85. Read The Bible cover to cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;86. Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Gotten someone fired for their actions&lt;br /&gt;88. Gone back to school&lt;br /&gt;89. Changed your name&lt;br /&gt;90. Caught a fly in the air with your bare hands&lt;br /&gt;91. Eaten fried green tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;92. Read The Iliad&lt;br /&gt;93. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;br /&gt;94. Killed and prepared an animal for eating.&lt;br /&gt;95. Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt&lt;br /&gt;96. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;br /&gt;97. Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;98. Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;br /&gt;100. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you&lt;br /&gt;101. Had a booth at a street fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;102. Dyed your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. Been a DJ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;104. Rocked a baby to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;105. Dropped a cat from a high place to see if it really lands on all fours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;106. Raked your carpet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;107. Brought out the best in people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;108. Brought out the worst in people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;109. Worn a mood ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;110. Ridden a horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111. Carved an animal from a piece of wood or bar of soap &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;112. Cooked a dish where four people asked for the recipe&lt;/span&gt; (only 4??? :) )&lt;br /&gt;113. Buried a child&lt;br /&gt;114. Gone to a Broadway (or equivalent to your country) play&lt;br /&gt;115. Been inside the pyramids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;116. Shot a basketball into a basket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;117. Danced at a disco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;118. Played in a band&lt;/span&gt; (if school choir counts)&lt;br /&gt;119. Shot a bird&lt;br /&gt;120. Gone to an arboretum&lt;br /&gt;121. Tutored someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;122. Ridden a train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123. Brought an old fad back into style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;124. Eaten caviar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;125. Let a salesman talk you into something you didn’t need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;126. Ridden a giraffe or elephant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;127. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;128. Pieced a quilt&lt;br /&gt;129. Lived in an historic place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;130. Acted in a play or performed on a stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;131. Asked for a raise&lt;br /&gt;132. Made a hole-in-one&lt;br /&gt;133. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;134. Gone roller skating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;135. Run a marathon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;136. Learned to surf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;137. Invented something&lt;br /&gt;138. Flown first class&lt;br /&gt;139. Spent the night in a 5-star luxury suite&lt;br /&gt;140. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;141. Visited Africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;142. Sang a solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;143. Gone spelunking&lt;br /&gt;144. Learned how to take a compliment&lt;br /&gt;145. Written a love-story&lt;br /&gt;146. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;147. Had your portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;148. Written a fan letter&lt;br /&gt;149. Spent the night in something haunted&lt;br /&gt;150. Owned a St. Bernard or Great Dane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;151. Ran away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;152. Learned to juggle&lt;br /&gt;153. Been a boss&lt;br /&gt;154. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;155. Lied about your weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;156. Gone on a diet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;157. Found an arrowhead or a gold nugget&lt;br /&gt;158. Written a poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;159. Carried your lunch in a lunchbox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;160. Gotten food poisoning&lt;br /&gt;161. Gone on a service, humanitarian or religious mission&lt;br /&gt;162. Hiked the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;163. Sat on a park bench and fed the ducks&lt;br /&gt;164. Gone to the opera&lt;br /&gt;165. Gotten a letter from someone famous&lt;br /&gt;166. Worn knickers&lt;br /&gt;167. Ridden in a limousine&lt;br /&gt;168. Attended the Olympics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;169. Can hula or waltz &lt;/span&gt; (in January I will waltz :) hopefully well enough)&lt;br /&gt;170. Read a half dozen Nancy Drew or Hardy Boys books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;171. Been stuck in an elevator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;172. Had a revelatory dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;173. Thought you might crash in an airplane&lt;/span&gt; (honestly I think this every time I have to fly by plane... but once I really believed the plane will crash)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;174. Had a song dedicated to you on the radio or at a concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;175. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;176. Eaten raw whale&lt;br /&gt;177. Know how to tat, smock or do needlepoint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;178. Laughed till your side hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;179. Straddled the equator&lt;br /&gt;180. Taken a photograph of something other than people that is worth framing&lt;br /&gt;181. Gone to a Shakespeare Festival&lt;br /&gt;182. Sent a message in a bottle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;183. Spent the night in a hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;184. Been a cashier&lt;br /&gt;185. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;br /&gt;186. Joined a union&lt;br /&gt;187. Donated blood or plasma&lt;br /&gt;188. Built a campfire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;189. Kept a blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;190. Had hives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;191. Worn custom made shoes or boots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;192. Made a PowerPoint presentation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;193. Taken a Hunter’s Safety Course&lt;br /&gt;194. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;195. Conquered the Rubik’s cube&lt;br /&gt;196. Know CPR&lt;br /&gt;197. Ridden in or owned a convertible&lt;br /&gt;198. 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And I decided to loo for it and post it... for better decisions and for thoughts and feelings transmitted at the right moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take advantage of it and whatever suits you, put it into practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moru&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;"Dupa un anumit timp, omul invata sa perceapa diferenta subtila intre a&lt;br /&gt;sustine o mana si a inlantui un suflet, si invata ca amorul nu inseamna a&lt;br /&gt;te culca cu cineva si ca a avea pe cineva alaturi nu e sinonim cu starea&lt;br /&gt;de siguranta, si asa, omul incepe sa invete... ca saruturile nu sunt&lt;br /&gt;contracte si cadourile nu sunt promisiuni, si asa omul incepe sa-si&lt;br /&gt;accepte caderile cu capul sus si ochii larg deschisi, si invata sa-si&lt;br /&gt;construiasca toate drumurile bazate in astazi si acum, pentru ca terenul&lt;br /&gt;lui "maine" este prea nesigur pentru a face planuri... si viitorul are mai&lt;br /&gt;mereu o multime de variante care se opresc insa la jumatatea&lt;br /&gt;drumului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si dupa un timp, omul invata ca daca e prea mult, pana si caldura cea&lt;br /&gt;datatoare de viata a soarelui, arde si calcineaza. Asa ca incepe sa-si&lt;br /&gt;planteze propria gradina si-si impodobeste propriul suflet, in loc sa mai&lt;br /&gt;astepte ca altcineva sa-i aduca flori, si invata ca intradevar poate&lt;br /&gt;suporta, ca intradevar are forta, ca intradevar e valoros, si omul invata&lt;br /&gt;si invata ... si cu fiecare zi invata.&lt;br /&gt;Cu timpul inveti ca a sta alaturi de cineva pentru ca iti ofera un viitor&lt;br /&gt;bun, inseamna ca mai devreme sau mai tarziu vei vrea sa te&lt;br /&gt;intorci la trecut.&lt;br /&gt;Cu timpul intelegi ca doar cel care e capabil sa te iubeasca cu&lt;br /&gt;defectele tale, fara a pretinde sa te schimbe, iti poate aduce toata&lt;br /&gt;fericirea pe care ti-o doresti. Iti dai seama cu timpul ca daca esti&lt;br /&gt;alaturi de aceasta persoana doar pentru a-ti intovarasi singuratatea, in&lt;br /&gt;mod inexorabil vei ajunge sa nu mai vrei sa o vezi.&lt;br /&gt;Ajungi cu timpul sa intelegi ca adevaratii prieteni sunt numarati,  si ca&lt;br /&gt;cel care nu lupta pentru ei, mai devreme sau mai  tarziu se va vedea&lt;br /&gt;inconjurat doar de false prietenii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu timpul inveti ca vorbele spuse intr-un moment de manie, pot continua&lt;br /&gt;tot restul vietii sa faca rau celui ranit.&lt;br /&gt;Cu timpul inveti ca a scuza e ceva ce poate face oricine, dar ca a ierta,&lt;br /&gt;asta doar sufletele cu adevarat mari o pot face.&lt;br /&gt;Cu timpul intelegi ca daca ai ranit grav un prieten, e foarte probabil ca&lt;br /&gt;niciodata prietenia lui nu va mai fi la aceeasi intensitate.&lt;br /&gt;Cu timpul iti dai seama ca desi poti fi fericit cu prietenii tai, intr-o&lt;br /&gt;buna zi vei plange dupa cei pe care i-ai lasat sa plece.&lt;br /&gt;Cu timpul iti dai seama ca fiecare experienta traita alaturi de fiecare&lt;br /&gt;fiinta, nu se va mai repeta niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;Cu timpul iti dai seama ca cel care umileste sau dispretuieste o fiinta&lt;br /&gt;umana, mai devreme sau mai tarziu va suferi aceleasi umilinte si&lt;br /&gt;dispret, dar multiplicate, ridicate la patrat.&lt;br /&gt;Cu timpul inveti ca grabind sau fortand lucrurile sa se petreaca, asta va&lt;br /&gt;determina ca in final, ele nu vor mai fi asa cum sperai.&lt;br /&gt;Cu timpul iti dai seama ca in realitate, cel mai bine nu era viitorul, ci&lt;br /&gt;momentul pe care-l traiai exact in acel moment.&lt;br /&gt;Cu timpul vei vedea ca desi te simti fericit cu cei care-ti sunt&lt;br /&gt;imprejur, iti vor lipsi teribil cei care mai ieri erau cu tine si acum&lt;br /&gt;s-au dus si nu mai sunt...&lt;br /&gt;Cu timpul vei invata ca incercand sa ierti sau sa ceri iertare, sa spui ca&lt;br /&gt;iubesti, sa spui ca ti-e dor, sa spui ca ai nevoie, sa spui ca vrei sa fii&lt;br /&gt;prieten, dinaintea unui mormant, nu mai are nici un sens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar din pacate, se invata doar cu timpul..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Luis Borges&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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But starting with yesterday I have my laptop again :) so I can post again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened from December 2007 until now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well finally I went home but it didn't feel like home because I had to finish my MC application until the 28th of December. Plus, on the Christmas Day my laptop crashed... So my stay at home was not the most pleasant one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I had some beautiful moments with my friends while singing carols and exchanging presents. Plus I had other moments that made me smile or feel really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after only one week (even less) I had to leave Oradea again... and I went to spend my New Year's Eve in the North East of the country, with a lot of my @ colleagues. Fun, sleepless nights and most important, a big smile on my face at midnight (yes yes, just as I promised myself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MCC 2008... My voice trembeling, my powerpoint presentation being upside down, me going to sleep at 6 o'clock in the morning and setting my alarm to ring at 6:30... What should I mention from this experience? Well, maybe the snow thrown on my head (which meant the vote of confidence) and the support I received from friends that were close or far away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vienna... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again Vienna... with my EB colleagues (we started our term in Vienna and most probably we will all end it together in Vienna). In between we decided to go again to Vienna :) and it was fun, combined with sickness, coldness combined with hotness, happiness combined with disapopointment, good food combined with shopping :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I had a good time with all my colleagues and with my dear friend Ale, who standed me during my stay in Vienna and who even got sick because of me... Officially, forgive me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final resulta from MCC. The team is : Mickey - MCP, Cata - MC VP Projects, Topper - MC VP ER and me, MC VP Finance (all of us in @ Romania for the term 2008-2009)... During the next two days we are expecting to find out who are our other 3 colleagues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lot of fun and good moments, I had to have some unpleasant moments: school... Not so many details about my results but about my resolution: this semester school will be important)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since, every day starts today, TODAY I went to school for the first time this semester (or should I say year, or should I say school year?? :) ) And it was very very nice and I will continue to go there for this semester until I graduate... THIS YEAR... and it's a must at this point!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon a school freak :)&lt;br /&gt;Moru&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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I don't even know what to rank first: being delivered trainings by PwC, meeting a lot of Finance people or the fact that I enjoyed travelling alone again :) (I might skip the travelling part because again I had a plane phobia, with all the medicines that I took before the trip). Yes, so what to choose? I cannot say, but all in all, it was a good experience that I really needed. I had a lot of fun, I met new people and I met people that I knew before but did not expected to see them there (Dan, ex-LCP of @ Timisoara - whom although I did recognise I thought it is only a coincidence :) and Ahmed - delegate at ITC 2007 in Bucharest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kWnrXTuM3C8/R0IFF_sKalI/AAAAAAAAAB8/o5cYD7y2zog/s1600-h/finance.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kWnrXTuM3C8/R0IFF_sKalI/AAAAAAAAAB8/o5cYD7y2zog/s320/finance.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134672125709937234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returning back to Bucharest I went straight to the new members' final selection and although I was tired and felt pretty weird I decided to be there... You can see the "result" in the picture attached: the new members from the Finance team: Alina, Constantin, Diana B, Diana T and Patricia. Today we had our first meeting together and it was really cool :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LTS 2007... I could call it a conference full of surprises: from myself... I finally got to know all the members from my team (because I was not present at the final interviews), had some nice sessions with them (with the help of Olivia) and experienced for the first time in my life (I think, or at least I don't remember another time) sleeping one hour during the night (but I will never do it again) and sleeping in the most weird place until now (I usually sleep wherever I feel I am sleepy - office, concert, meeting- but this time I slept during a working group... shame on me, but luckily there were only 5 minutes)... So I will never do the same mistake again. I promise :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with all these interesting past two week I still have no ideea what I wish at this moment... and I feel really confused: by people around me, by feelings, by wishes and especially by the future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I follow my heart? Should I follow my mind? Should I be adventurous? Should I choose something "secure"? Should I stop asking myself? Should I talk? Should I shut up? Should I write? Should I keep this for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most probably, I should stop asking myself because I realised that this is the only thing that harms me... I questioned myself a lot during the past month(s) and the only thing I succeeded in is being more confused, and each answer leaded to another question... And I don't see the end of this circle that stops me from going in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope tomorrow will be better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moru&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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And it was a good decision...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the middle of the day and I was taking a walk on the main street in Bucharest... People were in a hurry but I was very calm... On my way I bought a book that I am vey anxious to read (Aurora Liiceanu and Alice Nastase - Dinscolo de bine, dincoace de rau: despre iubire). I already read some pages during the 5th edition of the @ BU event calld "Access to Leadership"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on my way back to the office I decided to spoil myslef... Most of the times, for me, spending money on clothes or accessories hides a frustration (or at least I was told so.. And it is kind of true.. I spend money on this kind of things only when I am angry).. Might be the case also now, but I entered one of my favourite shops and found a beautiful dress... I decided not to buy it because I needed another advice (it is a little bit shiny so not quite my style)... But still I was pretty in it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after "Access to Leadership" me and Oana decided to go to drink something like nothing in this world would have been planned (no other tasks, no returning home hour, no early wake up the next day)... Topper also joined us... So on our way to the coffee, we stopped again for the dress.. I already had to whom to ask for advice... But the dress was gone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I am happy because I booked the same dress my size in another shop so tomorrow evening I will be trying my new dress with my high heels shoes that I wore only once :) I don't have yet any event planned for wearing them for real, but does it matter for me? NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said in a prevoius post, I spend money on junk, but on the spot, I am very happy and excited ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spent the evening with Oana and Topper drinking a tea and chatting and it was soooo nice that I even forgot I should have had a skype conversation (sorry Petra)... Laughing and getting fatter (since I was told lately that I lost a lot of weight) with some yummy cakes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And instead of sleeping alone (which is something that I hate lately) Oana joined me at my place and we cooked and continued chatting... and at the moment she is reading (she just told me that she likes the fact that I have a lot of magazines at home) and I am writing this post but preparing to read also my new book :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an incredible day... Actually, an ordinary day in which all my attention was towards only one person: ME :) And I will do this again for sure... But I will not plan it... Although for this week there is already planned a "sex and the city" getaway at a fancy restaurant :) (we still have some issues in deciding who is going to be each character from the movie :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of surprises and I adore the positive ones :) And I started to enjoy more and more the simple things...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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