Ploua. Zici ca e 8 seara si ar trebui sa plec acasa.. Vremea asta asa ma moleseste ca abia pot sa ma concentrez la miile de chestii pe care trebuie sa le fac.
Si, colac peste pupaza (rusine, rusine!), ma trezesc ca la calculatorul de aici de la munca noul meu header nu se vede cum trebuie! In IE6 (cum cica folosesc majoritatea utilizatorilor, desi eu prefer Mozilla Firefox) patesc asta.. Sunt foarte suparata.
Pentru ne-cunoscatori: nu va bateti capul, poate ca e cam subtil. Si e si in franceza:)). Maine o sa scriu ceva mai interesant.
Le Petit Prince et Le Renard
- Qu’est-ce que signifie “apprivoiser”?
- C’est une chose trop oubliée, dit le renard. Ça signifie “créer des liens…”
- Créer des liens ?
- Bien sûr, dit le renard. Tu n’es encore pour moi qu’un petit garçon tout semblable à cent mille petits garçons. Et je n’ai pas besoin de toi. Et tu n’as pas besoin de moi non plus. Je ne suis pour toi qu’un renard semblable à cent mille renards. Mais, si tu m’apprivoises, nous aurons besoin l’un de l’autre. Tu seras pour moi unique au monde. Je serai pour toi unique au monde.. (…) Ma vie est monotone. Je chasse les poules, les hommes me chassent. Toutes les poules se ressemblent, et tous les hommes se ressemblent. Je m’ennuie donc un peu. Mais, si tu m’apprivoises, ma vie sera comme ensoleillée. Je connaîtrai un bruit de pas qui sera différent de tous les autres. Les autres pas me font rentrer sous terre. Le tien m’appellera hors du terrier, comme une musique. Et puis regarde ! Tu vois, là-bas, les champs de blé ? Je ne mange pas de pain. Le blé pour moi est inutile. Les champs de blé ne me rappellent rien. Et ça, c’est triste ! Mais tu as des cheveux couleur d’or. Alors ce sera merveilleux quand tu m’auras apprivoisé ! Le blé, qui est doré, me fera souvenir de toi. Et j’aimerai le bruit du vent dans le blé…
(…)
- Adieu, dit le renard. Voici mon secret. Il est très simple: on ne voit bien qu’avec le cœur. L’essentiel est invisible pour les yeux.
- L’essentiel est invisible pour les yeux, répéta le petit prince, afin de se souvenir.
- C’est le temps que tu as perdu pour ta rose qui fait ta rose si importante.
- C’est le temps que j’ai perdu pour ma rose… fit le petit prince, afin de se souvenir.
- Les hommes ont oublié cette vérité, dit le renard. Mais tu ne dois pas l’oublier. Tu deviens responsable pour toujours de ce que tu as apprivoisé. Tu es responsable de ta rose…
- Je suis responsable de ma rose… répéta le petit prince, afin de se souvenir.
If you guys were wondering what am I doing @work, well here it is. Sometimes, in the evening, when fewer people remain, we fool around in the office with paper bags on our heads. Beneath the bags it’s me and Daniela, around us is Alin.
Perhaps it may sound weird, but I love it when spontaneous childish things like that happen. It makes us think we are not quite at work :). Of course, Robi the boss wasn’t there to see us.
I decided to go to Barcelona on my birthday. Cristina and me. Just us girls. I just hope she won’t find a guy until then and leave me alone:). But hey, this might be quite an experience, right?
Well, we tried to find tickets tonight and guess what? They are kind of expensive for low cost companies (we found tickets around 490 Euros for 2 persons, I mean, c’mmmmoooon). Searching for other ways to get there, she thought of asking at the railway station if there are some ways to go to Barca by train. Well, no trains go directly from Bucharest to Barcelona or anywhere, except for Venice, Italy (of course, we Romanians are kinda romantic people) and the ticket would cost like 170 euros one way for one person!!! That was very funny, she didn’t have the nerve to ask how long this journey would last, this high price was too much for her.
In the end we decided to ask some advice from our boss, the Robi, he’s the smart guy around there. And only after that (please notice the respect:P) buy the tickets.
My mother was a bit speechless hearing my latest wish, maybe because she thought she won’t have me here for Christmas. I, for one, decided to be selfish this year and think about MY BIRTHDAY. To me it’s not a waste of time. Not yet. I like my birthday. It makes me feel special and unique (as if I wasn’t already!:))). The age might get me depressed, yes, but hey, who’s thinking about that in Barcelona?
I’m going to sleep now, it’s late. But I can’t leave without the song that inspired the title of this post, no connection (apparently only) with anything I was mumbling here these past few minutes. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Led Zeppelin!
It all started on Friday evening. I went out with a colleague for tea. I ended up in a bar, then in a club where I had the “misfortune” of having two shots of tequila. Home around 4. Next morning I was woken up by the phone, I was supposed to go to Sinaia for the wedding and I was kinda late, my friend Oana called to say she was waiting for me. I arrived at the station quite on time. Of course, I was on the train more time than I was in Sinaia, but I was there:) (pictures in a later post). Then, the Concert. I rarely had the occasion to see something so beautiful as the Pink Martini concert I was at. I mean… these guys are great! And I don’t know why, but in the end I felt like I went through my whole life with their songs. I remembered my trip to Italy (Una notte a Napoli), everything from my relationship with C (Sympathique, Brasil, Donde estas Yolanda…), he is after all the one to “blame” for my musical taste; and last, but not least, the present (Hang on Little Tomato). And for the first time in my life I regretted my Dad didn’t have the patience to properly teach me how to play the violin.
After PM, I went to a bar then to the same club as the other night.
Today I celebrated my brother’s birthday:). And his girlfriend’s too.
I can’t complain, I had quite a weekend which left me voiceless and a bit tired, but somehow ok with myself.
I had some busy days.. I always do when my boss is missing. I have to sort of take care everything is under control.
But today was special because I went to this event about newspapers and media and I really think that after my head will stop spinning, I might have some clear ideas for work:).
Socially I am zero. Really. I never go out. I plan on not staying home this weekend, since I am also free. Maybe take a tour to Ikea:). Or start once again the “M needs a home” campaign. I might be in luck these days.
This is how the conference started. Pretty significant, isn’t it?
Crazy week. Very passionate for those who love animals:). Quite tormented for our IT specialists, poor guys… quite a tormented week for myself as well. This week our website celebrated its 1st year anniversary. I was in the news again:))), much better this time, I seemed more relaxed. Then, in the evening, we all went out to celebrate and after 2 beers I was already drunk and fell asleep (my colleagues have pictures to prove this but I don’t think I wanna publish them). Dizzy as I was, I left home since the next morning I had to attend a communication summit. Interesting sayings, but… there was one guy who needed technical support at every slide of his pps coz he, the communication specialist, wasn’t able to be technically coherent! I mean, c’moooon, Charlie, how stupid of you was that???
Well, but more about this event you’ll find here (in Romanian) and here.
I promised I’ll return with some other pictures from my beautiful voyage to the wild wild west and here they are:). These ones are wedding-related.
I had an unforgettable week. Not only that I had like 4 flights in one week, which is a lot since I never took the plane before, but I got to visit 3 European capital cities, I ate things I never tried before (like lobster or moules) and finally came back with a good French accent I lost these past years and maybe with a better understanding of my work. These pictures are from Luxembourg, Paris and Prague (the second). I think I’ll always remember this crazy, busy, wonderfully tormenting week. And I realized that going away relaxed me more than seaside or anything else here. It seemed I was gone forever when I came back.
Some other pictures.. on a later post. Now I have to get into Bucharest mode. Processing…. Operation failed. Try again.
What you are about to experience is an exclusive www.protv.ro material:). For Romanian speakers, enjoy its fine irony!
Quite busy days, these days. After a sales event that ended up in a pub and gave me a full headache the next day, I spent my Saturday looking for clothes. Yes, you heard me, I went to the mall and researched every damn fashion store there, looking for the perfect outfit to honor my friend’s wedding next week. I’ll be cute:). Hope I won’t be freezing though. So next Friday I’ll be on my way to this great city I once visited for 3 hours or so. That remembered me I haven’t been out of the country for a long long time (I take the trip to Bulgaria out of the question), that I never took the plane to anywhere in this world (yes, it will be my first time in a plane, I know it’s 2007…) and, especially, how much I missed traveling. There was a time when going abroad was something natural and understood.
So you’ll understand me if the next post won’t be very clear (packing and organizing everything might take all of my attention) or if it will be … next month maybe:)).
But I’ll be back, don’t worry!