<?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-4424925842555664553</id><updated>2011-07-30T13:04:11.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zbor rebel in bataia timpului (pierdut)</title><subtitle type='html'>delir al necuvintelor ce se incapataneaza sa fie transpuse intr-un sistem de litere al naibii de complicat</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/TSVtUs4EEaI/AAAAAAAAALM/kEHMqh3X-TM/S220/DSC02307.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424925842555664553.post-7084505300974315200</id><published>2010-06-10T22:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T22:37:06.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La multi ani ghici cineee...cineee???</title><content type='html'>MAAAAAMIIIIIIIII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa fii sanatoasa,&lt;br /&gt;Iubita esti de noi 3 cat cuprinde si inca odata pe atat,&lt;br /&gt;Sa fii fericita&lt;br /&gt;si mandra de fetele tale :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multumim pentru ca&lt;br /&gt;te-ai lasat de nenumarate ori pe locul 2, 3, 4 doar pentru a ne fi noua bine/f bine/excelent,&lt;br /&gt;ai stiut sa ne faci sa-ti spunem ce ne doare,&lt;br /&gt;ne-ai ascultat,&lt;br /&gt;ne-ai iubit neconditionat, indiferent de ce faceam noi,&lt;br /&gt;ne-ai rasfatat cum nu stiu ce copil a mai fost rasfatat pe lumea asta,&lt;br /&gt;ti-ai facut timp si chef sa ne gatesti o mie de chestii, pe placul fiecaruia in parte,&lt;br /&gt;ai stiut cand si ce a vrut fiecare,&lt;br /&gt;ne-ai iertat cand ti-am gresit,&lt;br /&gt;ne porti de grija,&lt;br /&gt;traiesti la intensitate maxima toate evenimentele din viata noastra,&lt;br /&gt;.................................................... .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te declaram cu mare drag "Mami de meserie".&lt;br /&gt;E profesia in care ai facut o cariera stralucita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multumim ca ni te-ai dedicat noua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anca, Laura, Liviu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4424925842555664553-7084505300974315200?l=ancavoicu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/feeds/7084505300974315200/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2010/06/la-multi-ani-ghici-cineeecineee.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/7084505300974315200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/7084505300974315200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2010/06/la-multi-ani-ghici-cineeecineee.html' title='La multi ani ghici cineee...cineee???'/><author><name>Anca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/TSVtUs4EEaI/AAAAAAAAALM/kEHMqh3X-TM/S220/DSC02307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424925842555664553.post-5965465614264855570</id><published>2010-06-01T01:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T01:47:54.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 iunie - un eveniment in sine</title><content type='html'>Nu am mai scris de o mie de ani pe blog dar astazi m-am decis sa o fac.&lt;br /&gt;De ce?&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca am o mie de emotii pe care trebuie sa le impartasesc (nu e gandire absolutista, doar o nevoie pregnanta).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astazi&lt;br /&gt;e 1 iunie si mi-am inceput ziua cum nu se putea mai bine - pe de-o parte azi noapte pe la 12 si ceva povesteam cu fetele din camera draciile noastre de copii angelici, pe fonduri muzicale clasice - "are mama o fetita"/ "Nu mi-e frica de bau-bau", etc iar pe de alta parte, m-am trezit cu un sms de la multi ani semnat "mami si tati"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e 1 iunie si asta inseamna ca ... am examen :D ieeeiii...dar toata sesiunea sta sub deviza "pe mine nu ma defineste rezultatul de la un examen" asa ca chill...si de restul tulburari (powered by David)...&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Ieri am primit dedicatie speciala de la Lavi (alias "Minune de Petresti") - "Anca baga mare/ Clinica-i cea mai tare/Tulburarea nu ne doare" (pe ritm de Narcisa Suciu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e 1 iunie si e sfarsitul. Nu al lumii, ci al vietii mele de ASPRista activa. Astazi prezint raportul - cu mari emotii, cu toate cele invatate apasand pe cele 5 min in care o sa-mi spun speechul...cu prietenii legate pentru o viata, cu amintiri din care as putea sa mai traiesc inca o viata fericita, cu emotii puternice, cu suturi in fund si lectii de viata, cu donatii neplanificate, cu de tooooate....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e 1 iunie si...merg sa mananc vata pe bat/mar copt glazurat/sa fac desene pe asfalt...ieiiiiii (inainte de exam, bineinteles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e 1 iunie si e de ajuns sa fiu fericita no matter what....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imbratisari maaaarrrriiiiiiii de copil miiiiiicc  :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4424925842555664553-5965465614264855570?l=ancavoicu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/feeds/5965465614264855570/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2010/06/1-iunie-un-eveniment-in-sine.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/5965465614264855570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/5965465614264855570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2010/06/1-iunie-un-eveniment-in-sine.html' title='1 iunie - un eveniment in sine'/><author><name>Anca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/TSVtUs4EEaI/AAAAAAAAALM/kEHMqh3X-TM/S220/DSC02307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424925842555664553.post-1257629176849723200</id><published>2010-05-16T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T00:50:24.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Debut intarziat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/S--fKEjFJJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/T221sJbay-s/s1600/3594333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/S--fKEjFJJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/T221sJbay-s/s320/3594333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471767067646829714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca am aflat de curand ca trecutul fiecaruia dintre noi e mai dinamic decat am crezut prin simplul fapt ca istoria personala este reconceptualizata cu fiecare eveniment major din viata noastra,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca am dat din greseala peste una dintre primele mele zbateri literar-artistice, am zis sa nu fiu egoista si sa impart cu voi, reinventandu-mi astfel debutul prin mijloace moderne, sub privirile voastre pixelate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, iata ce se asternea din "penelul" meu de adolescenta (titlul era "pagina din jurnalul unei tipe sufoca(n)te")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"21.10.2005 00:25 (cu greu am realizat data)  &lt;div&gt;Scriu  la lumina mult prea orbitoare a unei lampi mult prea domestice (aveam  sa scriu de fapt "casnice") pentru trairile mele de acum. Poate ar  trebui sa scriu pe intuneric, sa las pixul sa mearga pe o traiectorie  aleatorie dar atunci scrisul meu n-ar mai fi decat niste prelungiri ale  noptii si eu incerc sa-l fac prelungiri ale fiintei mele. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Umbra  chitarii asternuta teatral pe peretele de vizavi anima atmosfera  sufocanta din camera. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Imi aud rasuflarea dar continuu sa  cred ca e doar o inchipuire...ah! si ticaitul ticnit al unui ceas care a  incetat demult sa mai masoare timpul, ma innebuneste efectiv.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;In  lumina directa a lampii straluceste ametitor carcasa casetei Adei Milea  - &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1273994525_0"&gt;Absurdistan&lt;/span&gt; = un  tip isi indeasa o chitara pe gura. Poate asa ar trebui sa fac si eu ca  sa tac naibii o data si sa incetez sa astern in  caietul asta cuvintele care nu fac altceva decat sa ma devoreze litera  cu litera.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Sunt pierduta intre a si b si c si d si e si f  si...sa ma ajute cineva sa ajung mai repede la z!!!!!! Se poate?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Nu...e  pustiu in jurul meu...pana si cainii si-au incetat latratul lor  asurzitor...nu mai e nimeni! NIMENI...Doar eu - un martir al noptii, un  erou al unui myself ratacit undeva intr-o zi friguroasa de toamna,  incremenit intr-o mana ireala, protectoare dar Dumnezeule! atat de  efemera...&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Ma descompun celula cu celula...doar o teribila  durere de cap iscata din seninul noptii imi aminteste de mine, de partea  fizica/materiala a mine-lui meu.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Nici nu e nevoie de mai  mult. E de ajuns.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Durerea continua iar eu sunt mult prea  sleita de puteri ca sa ma lupt cu ea, asa ca cedez si sting lampa in  cateva minute doar ca sa ma vad in pat (cu un big eye al unei minti  ametite), cu ochii atintiti in tavan, numarand pixelii unei imagini  fericite...&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;...un pixel, doi pixeli, trei pixeli...&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Oare  de cati e nevoie pentru a face o imagine lizibila? Nu stiu, dar s-ar  putea sa aflu in noaptea asta alba - preconizez - si promit sa-ti spun  si tie, cititorul meu neinventat inca.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Noapte alba,  devoratorule de cuvinte.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Noapte alba!"&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/4424925842555664553-1257629176849723200?l=ancavoicu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/feeds/1257629176849723200/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2010/05/debut.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/1257629176849723200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/1257629176849723200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2010/05/debut.html' title='Debut intarziat'/><author><name>Anca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/TSVtUs4EEaI/AAAAAAAAALM/kEHMqh3X-TM/S220/DSC02307.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/S--fKEjFJJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/T221sJbay-s/s72-c/3594333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424925842555664553.post-3458298368121081241</id><published>2010-01-26T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:21:59.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice to meet me</title><content type='html'>Primul examen picat, primul cosmar cu politistul care imi spune "domnita, ar fi trebuit sa..."tremuram prea tare ca sa-i spun ca nimic nu trebuie, e cel mult de preferat...&lt;div&gt;da, ar fi fost de preferat sa-mi iau permisul "din prima" dar..."mai bine plangeti acum si mai invatati decat sa plangeti dupa ce faceti accident". il detest pe d-l mirobolant agent de politie M pentru ca m-a privit prin sita umpluta deja de nervi a celoralti candidati..."Conduceti impulsiv.." No shit! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asa continua sesiunea...si printre toate astea, putina scolara asezonata cu organiztionala si imediat-imediat muncii dar peste toate astea, sunt eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cea care nu e definita de niciun examen, nici macar de o sesiune intreaga!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cea care se bucura de fiecare moment...cea care rade in fiecare zi, cea care se intampla cateodata sa planga cu sughituri de dor, de rusine, de teama...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cea care bea cu colegele de camera sampanie fara niciun motiv, in plina sesiune, intr-o pauza de sala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cea care se apuca iar si iar de cure de slabire, de viata sanatoasa, de sport...dar care renunta la prima mireasma de bunatati nesanatoase...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cea care se entuziasmeaza din nimicuri,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cea care se reindragosteste la fiecare intalnire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cea care ramane totusi "pietonul preferat"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4424925842555664553-3458298368121081241?l=ancavoicu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/feeds/3458298368121081241/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2010/01/nice-to-meet-me.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/3458298368121081241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/3458298368121081241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2010/01/nice-to-meet-me.html' title='Nice to meet me'/><author><name>Anca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/TSVtUs4EEaI/AAAAAAAAALM/kEHMqh3X-TM/S220/DSC02307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424925842555664553.post-2363205893770768682</id><published>2010-01-03T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:36:23.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iubitului meu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/S0ELjdcnf7I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7zheVdZ95iw/s1600-h/DSCF2324.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stiu ca astepti un post pe blogul meu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nu intentionasem sa fac asta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tot ce am scris la lumina telefonului, pe bajbaite, tinandu-mi aproape respiratia sa nu te trezesc, este doar pentru tine (asa a fost "gandit" de la inceput si asa va ramane) (by the way, e la tine in portofel)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nu e mare lucru, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e doar ceea ce simt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sunt franturi din ceea ce am devenit langa tine, din ceea ce am devenit impreuna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e o nebunie care cerea sa fie scrisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;si stii de ce?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;pentru ca nu am nevoie de o ocazie speciala sa-ti spun cat de mult te iubesc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sa incerc, de fapt, sa-ti descriu ceea ce simt (ffff vag, pentru ca mai mult decat atat, oricum nu ma ajuta cuvintele).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;de restul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;saruturi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;imbratisari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;soapte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;priviri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;zambete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;batai de inima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;respiratii taiate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;noduri in gat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;fluturi in stomac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;si....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;doar pentru tine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;doar a ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/4424925842555664553-2363205893770768682?l=ancavoicu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/feeds/2363205893770768682/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2010/01/iubitului-meu.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/2363205893770768682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/2363205893770768682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2010/01/iubitului-meu.html' title='Iubitului meu.'/><author><name>Anca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/TSVtUs4EEaI/AAAAAAAAALM/kEHMqh3X-TM/S220/DSC02307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424925842555664553.post-5490937713963885833</id><published>2009-10-09T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T07:12:01.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zambet tamp pe fata obosita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/Ss9ElZArhUI/AAAAAAAAAHs/lZgkRIC4lA8/s1600-h/zambet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 95px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/Ss9ElZArhUI/AAAAAAAAAHs/lZgkRIC4lA8/s320/zambet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390602688145360194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu am mai scris de mult pe blog si azi m-am hotarat - e timpul sa o fac!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;M-am tot gandit de ce am lasat blogul fara activitate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si mi-au venit in minte mai multe "scuze":&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nu am avut acces la net atunci cand aveam inspiratie (si asta e cat se poate de adevarat),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nu am avut inspiratie atunci cand am avut net (si asta e fff adevarat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunt super-mega ocupata (partial adevarat),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dar poate cea mai plauzibila "scuza" ar fi aceea ca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunt fericita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iar, conform teorie unei prietene, ai inspiratie cand esti trist sau ceva e in neregula cu tine - atunci stai si te "vaicaresti"pe blog. In rest, cand esti fericit, traiesti!!! nu mai stai agatata de un calc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da, sunt fericita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de-mi vine sa spun la toata lumea -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunt fericita, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunt iubita, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunt dorita, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunt apreciata, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunt motivata, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunt!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;desi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;el e departe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nu mi-am gasit tema de licenta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am mult de lucru, etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar ce sunt astea? decat niste mici, ffff mici impedimente pentru a aprecia mai mult&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;momentul cand sunt in bratele lui,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sclipirea cand in final o sa-mi gasesc tema de licenta (am deadline pana la sf lunii octombrie),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;clipele de respiro doar pentru mine. etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all (cum zice englezul),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iertati-mi neglijenta blogului.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: acum am aflat ca plec si 5 zile in Lituania :P... toate se pare ca sunt pe drumul cel bun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doamne ajuta sa fie tot anul asa!&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4424925842555664553-5490937713963885833?l=ancavoicu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/feeds/5490937713963885833/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/10/zambet-tamp-pe-fata-obosita.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/5490937713963885833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/5490937713963885833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/10/zambet-tamp-pe-fata-obosita.html' title='Zambet tamp pe fata obosita'/><author><name>Anca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/TSVtUs4EEaI/AAAAAAAAALM/kEHMqh3X-TM/S220/DSC02307.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/Ss9ElZArhUI/AAAAAAAAAHs/lZgkRIC4lA8/s72-c/zambet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424925842555664553.post-118989178010963215</id><published>2009-08-05T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T13:40:38.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zbatere nobila</title><content type='html'>un inceput cu urme fine ale trecutului&lt;br /&gt;totul e asa de frumos si atat de ciudat in acelasi timp&lt;br /&gt;emotii si fluturi si lacrimi si zambete si sperante si temeri&lt;br /&gt;pentru un zambet de buna dimineata sau o soapta de noapte buna&lt;br /&gt;sunt alta.&lt;br /&gt;sunt a altcuiva.&lt;br /&gt;si ia timp sa ma obisnuiesc cu embrionarul "noi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dar tot zbuciumul asta e pentru o cauza nobila, nu?&lt;br /&gt;sa nu lasam fluturii sa moara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4424925842555664553-118989178010963215?l=ancavoicu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/feeds/118989178010963215/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/08/zbatere-nobila.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/118989178010963215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/118989178010963215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/08/zbatere-nobila.html' title='zbatere nobila'/><author><name>Anca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/TSVtUs4EEaI/AAAAAAAAALM/kEHMqh3X-TM/S220/DSC02307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424925842555664553.post-1192820708016957977</id><published>2009-07-02T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T11:22:23.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pastila de poezie - tratament pe baza de cuvinte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pentru informatii suplimentare, adresati-va medicului sau farmacistului.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nu mie.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Când ai nevoie de dragoste &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;by Mircea Cartarescu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;când ai nevoie de dragoste nu ţi se dă dragoste.&lt;br /&gt;când trebuie să iubeşti nu eşti iubit.&lt;br /&gt;când eşti singur nu poţi să scapi de singurătate.&lt;br /&gt;când eşti nefericit nu are sens să o spui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;când vrei să strângi în braţe nu ai pe cine.&lt;br /&gt;când vrei să dai un telefon sunt toţi plecaţi.&lt;br /&gt;când eşti la pământ cine se interesează de tine?&lt;br /&gt;cui îi pasă? cui o să-i pese vreodată?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fii tu lângă mine, gândeşte-te la mine.&lt;br /&gt;poartă-te tandru cu mine, nu mă chinui, nu mă face gelos,&lt;br /&gt;nu mă părăsi, căci n-aş mai suporta încă o ruptură.&lt;br /&gt;fii lângă mine, ţine cu mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;înţelege-mă, iubeşte-mă, nu-mi trebuie partuze, nici conversaţie,&lt;br /&gt;fii iubita mea permanentă.&lt;br /&gt;hai să uităm regula jocului, să nu mai ştim că sexul e o junglă.&lt;br /&gt;să ne ataşăm, să ajungem la echilibru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dar nu sper nimic. nu primeşte dragoste&lt;br /&gt;când ai nevoie de dragoste.&lt;br /&gt;când trebuie să iubeşti nu eşti iubit.&lt;br /&gt;când eşti la pamânt nici o femeie nu te cunoaşte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/4424925842555664553-1192820708016957977?l=ancavoicu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/feeds/1192820708016957977/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/07/pastila-de-poezie-tratament-pe-baza-de.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/1192820708016957977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/1192820708016957977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/07/pastila-de-poezie-tratament-pe-baza-de.html' title='Pastila de poezie - tratament pe baza de cuvinte'/><author><name>Anca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/TSVtUs4EEaI/AAAAAAAAALM/kEHMqh3X-TM/S220/DSC02307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424925842555664553.post-404060958510185670</id><published>2009-06-29T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T19:00:33.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first time..:P</title><content type='html'>"It was about time to experience it", girls said...and i believed them. &lt;div&gt;I got drunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the first time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are little things left to do for the first time...i lived one last night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aly is to blame cause she gave me the opportunity. &lt;div&gt;How was it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good question...as many other things done for the first time - confusing but nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my opinion, the big (dis)advantage of getting drunk is that you don't remember many things of what you did/said or whatever. But maybe this is the purpose of this experience - feel free to act as you wish, in the morning everything is gone anyway...(i expect a terrible headache, though...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Aly for the great party - i felt amasing, i really needed it and thanks the girls for being there to enjoy my first time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S1: the reason i write in English is that mum is reading this blog and maybe it's better for her not to know such experiences of mine. try to understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S2: it's almost 5 o'clock in the morning, please forgive my English. I just wanted to share this new experience with you, although i don't even know you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this post is for you, my unknown reader! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S3: feel free to judge me, i don't care!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S4: my only regret is that i didn't keep my diet. Simo, please forgive me for this!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S5: girls or Mishu, please don't share precious information about last night on the blog :D&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/4424925842555664553-404060958510185670?l=ancavoicu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/feeds/404060958510185670/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-first-timep.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/404060958510185670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/404060958510185670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-first-timep.html' title='My first time..:P'/><author><name>Anca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/TSVtUs4EEaI/AAAAAAAAALM/kEHMqh3X-TM/S220/DSC02307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424925842555664553.post-8666617438267339121</id><published>2009-06-23T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T16:12:31.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cand totul se termina inainte sa fi inceput...</title><content type='html'>...ramane un gust ciudat al lui "ce-ar fi fost daca...?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In rest, nu ar trebui nimic - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pana la urma, de ce ne asteptam sa se intample lucruri total nefondate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca firea umana e programata sa caute echilibrul si consistenta interna ar fi raspunsul lui Festinger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar cine sa-l mai creada si pe el?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fac eforturi sa ma cred pe mine... &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/4424925842555664553-8666617438267339121?l=ancavoicu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/feeds/8666617438267339121/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/06/cand-totul-se-termina-inainte-sa-fi.html#comment-form' title='9 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/8666617438267339121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/8666617438267339121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/06/cand-totul-se-termina-inainte-sa-fi.html' title='Cand totul se termina inainte sa fi inceput...'/><author><name>Anca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/TSVtUs4EEaI/AAAAAAAAALM/kEHMqh3X-TM/S220/DSC02307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424925842555664553.post-3917330927982332042</id><published>2009-06-21T00:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:46:34.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strategie de coping la sesiune - proiectia vacantei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/Sj3k-aetY1I/AAAAAAAAAHk/MstuATAuALI/s1600-h/sesiune.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 107px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/Sj3k-aetY1I/AAAAAAAAAHk/MstuATAuALI/s200/sesiune.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349683693297165138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru mine, o saptamana nu e mult...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce se intampla la sfarsitul saptamanii?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26 iunie 2009, ora 12.00 - sfarsitul celei de-a patra sesiuni din viata mea de student.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inceputul vacantei!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce ma tine in viata printre cele n chestii de facut la proiectele vietii si cele tz chestii de invatat pentru examenele ramase?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gandul la vacanta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doar el.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru mine, o saptamana nu e mult - urmeaza apoi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;vizita la Zalau - Deea, here i come!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;statul ca un trantore pe plaja din Vama - ooo, da! Ioana, pregateste exercitiile de tae bo, Diana, versurile de la Vama Veche si in rest, las totul in seama la "vantul din Vama Veche..."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;home sweet home...cat sa-mi fac bagajele repede&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ISWINT...vin! si abia astept! si timisoara, in sfarsit facem cunostinta!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Summer Camp, nu stiu exact unde o sa fii dar nu scapi de o vizita scurta, asa, ca intre 2 locatii de vacanta&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maramures, ne intalnim din nou, se pare, vara asta - amintirile ma rascolesc...prima tabara a fost la Ocna Sugatag...o, ce vremuri!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bistrita si caluti, va vizitez si pe voi - sper ca o sa imi descopar special skills in ale hipismului - oricum, mor de nerabdare sa incerc&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Delta, sper ca ajung  sa facem cunostinta, cumva, candva, eventual in timpul festivalului Anonimul&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Retezat - imi doresc mult sa mai fiu acolo sus, on the top of the world - sa respir aerul mult prea rarefiat de la cei peste 2000 de metri altitudine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;iar de restul, Arcalia (Next), &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cluj (sesiune de restante/mariri), &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;casa, bunici, prieteni&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Da, planurile astea merita un ultim sut in fund sa scap de cate mai am de facut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pragmatic vorbind, 26 iunie vine oricum - si daca sunt pregatita si daca nu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dar timpul, din pacate, e perceput subiectiv&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;asa ca, cele 5 zile ramase o sa mi se para o vesnicie!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iar cele 3 luni de vacanta, o clipa :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carpe diem!!!&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/4424925842555664553-3917330927982332042?l=ancavoicu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/feeds/3917330927982332042/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/06/strategie-de-coping-la-sesiune.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/3917330927982332042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/3917330927982332042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/06/strategie-de-coping-la-sesiune.html' title='Strategie de coping la sesiune - proiectia vacantei'/><author><name>Anca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/TSVtUs4EEaI/AAAAAAAAALM/kEHMqh3X-TM/S220/DSC02307.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/Sj3k-aetY1I/AAAAAAAAAHk/MstuATAuALI/s72-c/sesiune.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424925842555664553.post-638663031411923216</id><published>2009-06-19T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:14:55.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Nu am chef azi, n-am chef de nimic..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/Sju3tyLp0OI/AAAAAAAAAHc/dLbR5te0rFo/s1600-h/nu-am-chef-azi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/Sju3tyLp0OI/AAAAAAAAAHc/dLbR5te0rFo/s200/nu-am-chef-azi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349070979625242850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Traiesc drama timpului pierdut.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Primul pas, se zice in teorie, e sa constientizezi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Al doilea care era?!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Filosofia mea de viata din ultima luna - alerg sa fac lucrurile pe care nu le-am facut la timpul lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar nu merge intotdeauna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi-noapte am experimentat un comportament tipic adolescentin terorizand oameni necunoscuti mie pe la 3 dimineata cu smsuri si telefoane incoerente - rezultatul: sentiment acut de penibilitate dimineata cand m-am trezit. O fi fost comportament acceptat la o varsta, acum sincer...nop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Bate fierul cat e cald"...si cand se raceste ce mai ai de facut - renunti? Doar atat? Asta e? S-a terminat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu stiu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu am chef sa gandesc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu am chef sa-mi para rau de nimic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu am chef sa astept un semn si asta pentru ca pur si simplu "nu e ok asa"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu am chef sa fiu dezamagita - de mine, de altii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu am chef sa o iau de la capat dar nici sa continui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu am chef sa ofer si nici sa primesc suport social&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu am chef sa-mi fac planuri aiurea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu am chef sa fac eu primul pas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu am chef sa ma lamentez din cauza unui status, o amintire, o sclipire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu am chef sa astept. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu am timp. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4424925842555664553-638663031411923216?l=ancavoicu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/feeds/638663031411923216/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/06/nu-am-chef-azi-n-am-chef-de-nimic.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/638663031411923216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/638663031411923216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/06/nu-am-chef-azi-n-am-chef-de-nimic.html' title='&quot;Nu am chef azi, n-am chef de nimic...&quot;'/><author><name>Anca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/TSVtUs4EEaI/AAAAAAAAALM/kEHMqh3X-TM/S220/DSC02307.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/Sju3tyLp0OI/AAAAAAAAAHc/dLbR5te0rFo/s72-c/nu-am-chef-azi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424925842555664553.post-7376970313073500920</id><published>2009-06-17T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T14:32:12.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhhhhhh...aici se traieste!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Reteta unei zile a la Cluj:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se trezeste de la 7 jumate ca pana pe la 8 si ceva sa pregatesti pranzul cu 600 de calorii si max 51 proteine, se insfaca pachetelele, ceaiul, apa, materiale, etc si se posteaza in fata la BCU pe la 10.00,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si ca sa nu te simti vinovat in plina sesiune, te uiti peste cursuri pana pe la 16.00 cand somnul e mai puternic decat tine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se intinde/doarme/odihneste o ora,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se trezeste (se mai arunca un ochi peste cursuri - optional!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se imbraca si se fuge la &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conferinta/lansare de cartre Dan Puric&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se asculta activ, se mediteaza in tacere si se ia aminte:&lt;/div&gt;"Tata, de ce crezi in Dumnezeu?" &lt;div&gt;"De Hegel"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;(conversatie intre Dan Puric si fiul sau)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi-as dori ca intr-o zi sa inteleg si eu pe deplin sensul cuvintelor [(astora) si nu numai].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si pentru ca ziua sa se incheie cum trebuie, "Nunta muta" la Arta dupa ce l-am racolat pe mancatorul de pseudo fast-food (mutatie care seamana izbitor cu sandwichul facut in casa dar atentie!!! NU E) de pe Eroilor (nu-l luase de acolo, ca macar e mancator care se respecta - consuma din fast-fooduri mai stilate, nu ca alea de pe Eroilor) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De restul, baga tu niste pantomima, Puck...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N.B - "fast food" nu se numeste "fast" neaparat pt ca ti-l pregateste repede, ci pt ca se mananca repede, aspect care amplifica efectul negativ asupra organismului, mai ales daca este consumat in locuri neaerisite precum salile de cinema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4424925842555664553-7376970313073500920?l=ancavoicu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/feeds/7376970313073500920/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/06/reteta-unei-zile-frumoase-se-trezeste.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/7376970313073500920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/7376970313073500920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/06/reteta-unei-zile-frumoase-se-trezeste.html' title='Shhhhhhh...aici se traieste!'/><author><name>Anca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/TSVtUs4EEaI/AAAAAAAAALM/kEHMqh3X-TM/S220/DSC02307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424925842555664553.post-6997173383135494568</id><published>2009-06-14T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T11:18:00.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O altfel de iubire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/SjU9t2xoWeI/AAAAAAAAAHU/TCVPdw4P64M/s1600-h/492895915_7489487edf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/SjU9t2xoWeI/AAAAAAAAAHU/TCVPdw4P64M/s200/492895915_7489487edf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347247990579419618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum 5 ani faceam cunostinta intr-un mod care amesteca misterul, norocul si nebunia. M-a cucerit de prima data iar acum sunt fericita de fiecare data cand il vad doar pentru ca ma lasa sa-l redescopar iar si iar...&lt;div&gt;Sunt doi ani de cand suntem cei mai buni prieteni iar azi a fost motivul fluturilor mei in stomac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se poate intampla asa ceva? te poti indragosti de un oras? de un loc?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iata ca da...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunt indragostita de Cluj si ma pregatesc de fiecare data ca pentru prima intalnire cand iau curba de pe Feleac iar Clujul se intinde tot la picioarele mele...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ne-am promis unul altuia momente minunate, ne-am iubit in tacere 3 ani dupa care a urmat dragoste cu "nabadai" (inca 2) si o mie de intamplari tinute cu mare discrete intre granitele sale...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Care e diferenta dintre un oras si o fiinta vie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orasul te va primi tot timpul cu bratele deschise oricat de mult i-ai gresit, cu aceleasi locuri si o mie de amintiri ca intr-un volum scris si rescris de nenumarate ori de firea ta creativa, de urmele vietii tale petrecute acolo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orasul nu va ajunge niciodata sa te urasca&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orasul te accepta trist, vesel, ingrijorat, timid, plans, ras...niciodata nu intreaba nimic, stie sa taca exact cand trebuie - el doar te observa si trece totul in "Cartea de impresii".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orasul stie sa te faca sa te simti special chiar daca esti unul din cei peste 300.000 de oameni din viata lui&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce iubesc la Cluj?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ca inca ma lasa sa ma ratacesc pe strazile lui ca si cand fiinta mea ar fi pe acolo pentru prima data,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ca imi aduce aminte de visele mele,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ca stie sa ma cucereasca iar si iar,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ca imi da fluturi in stomac atunci cand nimeni nu mai e langa mine sa o faca,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ca m-a invatat sa fiu eu,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ca stie mai multe lucruri despre existenta mea decat stiu eu insami (si e discret),&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ca stie sa observe in tacere,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ca e exemplul perfect de dragoste la prima vedere care poate dura ani (5 pana acum),&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De ce iubesc Clujul?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pentru ca e,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pentru ce e,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pentru ce am devenit eu de cand traiesc aici.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunt fericita ca traiesc in Cluj si lucrul asta merita toate sacrificile, pe orice plan (sunt mai sigura de asta decat de oricare cognitie asemanatoare despre fiinte vii, cu precadere masculine).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunt recunoscatoare pentru intalnirea cu el.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: nu-mi reneg originile (nascuta in Craiova - Dolj cu domiciliu stabil in Slatina-Olt, din bunici doljeni si teleormaneni), doar recunosc meritele altor locuri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4424925842555664553-6997173383135494568?l=ancavoicu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/feeds/6997173383135494568/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-altfel-de-iubire.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/6997173383135494568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/6997173383135494568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-altfel-de-iubire.html' title='O altfel de iubire'/><author><name>Anca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/TSVtUs4EEaI/AAAAAAAAALM/kEHMqh3X-TM/S220/DSC02307.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/SjU9t2xoWeI/AAAAAAAAAHU/TCVPdw4P64M/s72-c/492895915_7489487edf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424925842555664553.post-6605417319426890919</id><published>2009-06-07T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T12:12:35.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrisoare catre sufletul tau</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/SiwQswmlH_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/wwbzhbzUXzs/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/SiwQswmlH_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/wwbzhbzUXzs/s200/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344665218928943090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draga x,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce inseamna un prieten pentru tine si cat de infricosator ti se pare sa ai unu, doi pe care sa-i lasi dincolo de barierele impuse celorlalti?...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da, sunt frustrata pentru ca am incercat sa-ti (re)castig increderea, prietenia cum vrei sa-i zici si cand credeam ca ne-am apropiat...zbang!! crudul adevar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stiu, si eu sunt independenta, si mie imi place sa ma descurc singura si mi-e greu sa zic "ajuta-ma.." nu vreau sa abuzez de timpul si disponibilitatea nimanui dar am o limita...pe care prietenii apropiati o trec...le ingadui asta pentru ca pana la urma, asta face diferenta intre ei si restul oamenilor din jur...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tu cum functionezi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da-mi datele problemei si chiar daca nu sunt matematician innascut, promit ca o sa fac pe naiba in patru sa deslusesc pe x, pe y, pe z sau oricate necunoscute or fi...da, o sa uit de examene, de proiecte, de orice "problema", de mine, doar pentru ca meriti...meriti tot timpul meu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vreau sa stii ca pentru mine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;prieten e cel care te ajuta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cel care te accepta in viata lui,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cel care te trage de maneca si-ti spune ca gresesti,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cel care te face sa-ti schimbi viata in bine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cel care te ajuta sa impachetezi la un moment dat toate kkturile vietii - mai mult sau mai putin marunte,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cel care sta langa tine cand despachetezi si te ajuta sa sortezi ce mai e bun si ce nu din viata ta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cel caruia nu ii pasa unde stai, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cel care te asculta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cel care te incurajeaza cand aproape nu mai e speranta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si mai ales&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cel caruia ii spui "ajuta-ma" inainte sa fie prea tarziu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Draga x,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ajuta-ma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pe mine de data asta - eu sunt cea care cere ajutorul, da -  tu te descurci singur dar eu? cu mine cum ramane? ajuta-ma, te rog...&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/4424925842555664553-6605417319426890919?l=ancavoicu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/feeds/6605417319426890919/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/06/scrisoare-catre-sufletul-tau.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/6605417319426890919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/6605417319426890919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/06/scrisoare-catre-sufletul-tau.html' title='Scrisoare catre sufletul tau'/><author><name>Anca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/TSVtUs4EEaI/AAAAAAAAALM/kEHMqh3X-TM/S220/DSC02307.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/SiwQswmlH_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/wwbzhbzUXzs/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424925842555664553.post-4824740432697415808</id><published>2009-06-06T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T01:39:46.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>acrobat de meserie? mai gandeste-te...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/SiorTNQr6gI/AAAAAAAAAHE/50jq9xFcxdc/s1600-h/pasi-portocalii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/SiorTNQr6gI/AAAAAAAAAHE/50jq9xFcxdc/s200/pasi-portocalii.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344131516805671426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/SioqGUgpTSI/AAAAAAAAAG8/L2omtjwlgR8/s1600-h/pasi-portocalii.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pentru ca m-am apucat de invatat la Psihologia Sanatatii, am zis sa impartasesc cu voi informatii relevante pentru toata lumea. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, iata un studiu (Alameda California) facut pe 7000 de subiecti urmariti timp de 8 ani (studiu gigant) care a ajuns la urmatoarele 7 caracteristici&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; comportamentale care reduc semnificativ riscul pentru imbolnaviri:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a nu fuma&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;activitate fizica regulata&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mentinerea greutatii potrivite&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;evitarea gustarilor intre mese&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mic dejun regulat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7-8 ore de somn pe noapte&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;consum moderat de alcool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Chestiuni stiute de mai toata lumea, nu?!? dar stiati ca...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;.... o persoana de 45 de ani care practica 6-7 comportamente amintite drept obisnuinte, va avea o speranta de viata cu 11 ani mai mare decat cea care practica doar 1-3 comportamente?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adaugand la toatea astea ce ne-a zis Oana Benga (o ador pe femeia asta, by the way) la Psiho Dezvoltarii - ca ce facem acum pe la 20-30 de ani ne defineste ca personalitati pana la adanci batraneti si mai ales - evenimentele din perioada asta o sa ni le aducem aminte cu precadere la varsta a 3-a, eu zic ca ar trebui sa dam mai multa importanta la ceea ce devenim, la cum ne formam, la cum ne asternem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tu cate din comportamentele sanogene amintite practici? Nu vrei sa schimbi nimic? Totul e in mainile tale...pana la un punct, inclusiv speranta de viata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acum o luna cand ni le-a predat (surpinzator dar eram la curs!!), am identificat numai vreo 3. In momentul de fata, datorita Herbal Lifestyle (mersi Simo!!!) practic 6 din 7 si sunt gata sa ma apuc si de al 7-lea - activitate fizica regulata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu va indemn la Herbal Life (Diana, stiu ca zici ca e o secta si bla, bla) dar un mod de viata sanatos (descris de cele 7 comportamente) iti aduce atatea beneficii incat e greu de crezut de ce numai o mica parte a populatiei il practica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Un raspuns ar fi ca nu constientizeaza importanta comportamentelor lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ar fi de preferat sa fim mai atenti cu noi, cu cei din jur...pentru ca avem multe chestii de facut, nu?!? iar pentru asta ne trebuie timp...tot timpul din lume!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7 pasi si castigi timp, energie, incredere, stima de sine optima, autoeficacitate ridicata si tot ce vrei...hey, nu e un bullshit psihologic - e pe bune - depinde de noi ce urme lasam in urma noastra, depinde de noi cum pasim pe firul asta atat de subtire numit viata...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de ce sa fii acrobat de meserie cautand tot timpul strategii de evitare a obstacolelor cand poti fii atat de sigur de fiecare pas facut?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4424925842555664553-4824740432697415808?l=ancavoicu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/feeds/4824740432697415808/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/06/acrobat-de-meserie-mai-gandeste-te.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/4824740432697415808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/4824740432697415808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/06/acrobat-de-meserie-mai-gandeste-te.html' title='acrobat de meserie? mai gandeste-te...'/><author><name>Anca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/TSVtUs4EEaI/AAAAAAAAALM/kEHMqh3X-TM/S220/DSC02307.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/SiorTNQr6gI/AAAAAAAAAHE/50jq9xFcxdc/s72-c/pasi-portocalii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424925842555664553.post-283779409593186994</id><published>2009-06-01T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T12:35:37.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Draga copilule,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/SiQtQqyIQtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/d9YZMRNmeHg/s1600-h/sissi.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 107px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/SiQtQqyIQtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/d9YZMRNmeHg/s320/sissi.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342444822353953490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A fost odata ca niciodata, o fetita slabuta (vb serios!!!) care a avut parte de o copilarie plina de un milion de intamplari minunate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Papa fleasca (mancare "papa" facuta din pamant cu apa "fleasca"),&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Papusi imbracate si schimbate de 15 mii de ori,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Magazin alimentar unde se vindea pe ecobani :P (frunze de plop),&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sarit garduri cand poarta era deschisa langa,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cazut de 10 mii de ori cu bicicleta pana cand finally!! am stat pe doua roti,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Furat boambe/mere/caise de pe la toti cei din drumul spre scoala,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mers la gradi de pe la 8 dimineata caci eram "morningness" de mica,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remy la greu cu toata familia (mami care imi dadea piese pe sub masa, tati care zicea ca ma invata prost, sora-mea care se uita la mine cu mila "e si ea micaaaa"),&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clase si elastic pana noaptea tarziu,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fete-filme sau baieti, melodii sau cantareti,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;V-ati ascundelea tarziu in noapte sa ne putem folosi de intuneric in favoarea noastra,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Porcii (ce joc tampit!!!),&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;La popa la poarta e-o pisica moarta, cine-o rade si-o vorbi, o mananca coapta!!! (magic words sa tacem si sa ne punem la somn),&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pacala spus de bunica de fiecare data altfel,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nea Marin Amza Pellea citit de tati,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Toate filmele vietii citite cu glas tare de mami chiar si cand noi nu mai eram acolo :P,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Azi vreau clatite" "eu gogosi" si alte o mie de chestii facute de mami cat aruncam o privire din aia de copil inocent...,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Painici (total necomestibile) facute din aluatul bunicii (spre exasperarea ei) si savurate (!!!) de bunicul,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Desenele animate de la italieni (Rai Uno ruled),&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Tu ce te faci cand o sa fii mare?" "Printesa!!",&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diafilme pe pereti,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ziua de nastere a lu sora-mea la care nu m-a invitat :(( desi se petrecea la noi in camera :D,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dupa cate vreo boacana si cearta calumea, urma mereu linistitorul "Nu mai plange, mami, ca te doare caputul",&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Povesti inventate in noptile fara somn si impartasite cu sora-mea (tot timpul erau cu happy end),&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Inmormantari de pisici/caini cu tot tacamul si pomeni pe masura,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Permis de bicicleta de la revista cu benzi desenate "Mickey Mouse" (eram mare colectionara),&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Schimburi de dubluri kindere mai ceva decat schimbul valutar,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si cate, si mai cate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sper sa mai gasesc din cand in cand cate o piesa din puzzle-ul asta iar imaginea intreaga sa fie plina de culoare, zambete si fluturasi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asta va doresc si voua, copii mai mult sau mai putin ascunsi in "emerging adults"!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4424925842555664553-283779409593186994?l=ancavoicu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/feeds/283779409593186994/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/06/draga-copilule.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/283779409593186994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/283779409593186994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/06/draga-copilule.html' title='Draga copilule,'/><author><name>Anca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/TSVtUs4EEaI/AAAAAAAAALM/kEHMqh3X-TM/S220/DSC02307.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/SiQtQqyIQtI/AAAAAAAAAGk/d9YZMRNmeHg/s72-c/sissi.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424925842555664553.post-3147433434977260528</id><published>2009-05-29T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T13:26:22.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>take a break - change the world!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/SiBEAqc_ewI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ZjKlzU2qsY0/s1600-h/magician.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 158px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/SiBEAqc_ewI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ZjKlzU2qsY0/s320/magician.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341343936247986946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's change the world!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just make it a happier one where you can make plans and live them the other day, where dreams come true the moment you start thinking about them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's forget about any barrier ever...geographical, temporal or whatever - let's meet people we can't meet in this world, let's feel what it's so difficult to feel know, let's fly instead of walking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's change the reality and make our own dream world...how difficult can be?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how would your world look like?&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to tell me...just take 10 minutes and think about it...&lt;br /&gt;take a break from reality and escape into your imagination, into your deepness...&lt;br /&gt;be your own magician and change the unchangeable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe this is the first step to achive it...to start thinking about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i dare you - picture your dream world!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4424925842555664553-3147433434977260528?l=ancavoicu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/feeds/3147433434977260528/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/05/take-break-change-world.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/3147433434977260528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/3147433434977260528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/05/take-break-change-world.html' title='take a break - change the world!'/><author><name>Anca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/TSVtUs4EEaI/AAAAAAAAALM/kEHMqh3X-TM/S220/DSC02307.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/SiBEAqc_ewI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ZjKlzU2qsY0/s72-c/magician.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424925842555664553.post-8801224681123094106</id><published>2009-05-28T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T13:26:55.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pastile psihologice (nu dau dependenta, doar rezultate)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/Sh59jg6t4HI/AAAAAAAAAGU/uusEQ5lpN-Q/s1600-h/daniel-david.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/Sh59jg6t4HI/AAAAAAAAAGU/uusEQ5lpN-Q/s400/daniel-david.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340844257193091186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cautand eu chestii pentru minunatele proiecte (fara numar, fara numar..), am dat peste "Pastilele psihologice" ale d-lui Prof. univ. dr "Aaron T. Beck" (!!!) Daniel David.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca multi le stim dar poate nu strica sa le mai citim din cand in cand...&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;DECALOGUL IRAŢIONALITĂŢII (Merită cunosc pentru a-l evita)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. TREBUIE să reuşeşti în tot ceea ce faci ALTFEL eşti fără valoare ca om (eşti neimportant/inferior/slab).&lt;br /&gt;2. TREBUIE să reuşeşti în tot ceea ce faci ALTFEL este groaznic şi catastrofal, (este cel mai rău lucru care ţi se putea întâmpla).&lt;br /&gt;3. TREBUIE să reuşeşti în tot ceea ce faci ALTFEL nu poţi tolera/suporta acest lucru (este insuportabil).&lt;br /&gt;4. TREBUIE ca ceilalţi să se comporte corect şi/sau frumos cu tine ALTFEL eşti fără valoare ca om (eşti neimportant/inferior/slab).&lt;br /&gt;5. TREBUIE ca ceilalţi să se comporte corect şi/sau frumos ALTFEL este groaznic şi catastrofal (este cel mai rău lucru care ţi se putea întâmpla).&lt;br /&gt;6. TREBUIE ca ceilalţi să se comporte corect şi/sau frumos ALTFEL nu poţi tolera/suporta acest lucru (este insuportabil).&lt;br /&gt;7. TREBUIE ca viaţa să fie dreaptă cu tine şi uşoară ALTFEL eşti fără valoare ca om (eşti neimportant/inferior/slab).&lt;br /&gt;8. TREBUIE ca viaţa să fie dreaptă şi uşoară ALTFEL este groaznic şi catastrofal (este cel mai rău lucru care ţi se putea întâmpla).&lt;br /&gt;9. TREBUIE ca viaţa să fie dreaptă şi uşoară ALTFEL nu poţi tolera/suporta acest lucru (este insuportabil.&lt;br /&gt;10. EU, CEILALŢI ŞI/SAU VIAŢA TREBUIE CU NECESITATE SĂ…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DECALOGUL RAŢIONALITĂŢII (A se citi zilnic, dimineaţa sau seara înainte de culcare)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. AR FI PREFERABIL să reuşeşti în tot ceea ce faci şi fă tot ce depinde de tine în acest sens DAR DACĂ NU REUŞEŞTI, nu înseamnă că eşti fără valoare ca om ci doar că ai avut un comportament mai puţin performant, care probabil poate fi îmbunătăţit în viitor.&lt;br /&gt;2. AR FI PREFERABIL să reuşeşti în tot ceea ce faci şi fă tot ce depinde de tine în acest sens DAR DACĂ NU REUŞEŞTI, aminteşte-ţi că este doar (foarte) rău fără a fi însă catastrofal (cel mai rău lucru care ţi se putea întâmpla).&lt;br /&gt;3. AR FI PREFERABIL să reuşeşti în tot ceea ce faci şi fă tot ce depinde de tine în acest sens DAR DACĂ NU REUŞEŞTI, poţi tolera/suporta acest lucru neplăcut şi mergi mai departe bucurându-te de viaţă, chiar dacă este mai greu la început.&lt;br /&gt;4. AR FI PREFERABIL ca ceilalţi să se comporte corect şi/sau frumos cu tine DAR DACĂ NU SE COMPORTĂ AŞA, nu înseamnă că tu sau ei sunteţi fără valoare ca oameni.&lt;br /&gt;5. AR FI PREFERABIL ca ceilalţi să se comporte corect şi/sau frumos DAR DACĂ NU SE COMPORTĂ AŞA, aminteşte-ţi că este doar (foarte) rău fără a fi însă catastrofal (cel mai rău lucru care se putea întâmpla).&lt;br /&gt;6. AR FI PREFERABIL ca ceilalţi să se comporte corect şi/sau frumos DAR DACĂ NU SE COMPORTĂ AŞA, poţi tolera/suporta acest lucru neplăcut şi mergi mai departe bucurându-te de viaţă, chiar dacă este mai greu la început.&lt;br /&gt;7. AR FI PREFERABIL ca viaţa să fie dreaptă cu tine şi uşoară DAR DACĂ NU ESTE, nu înseamnă că viaţa este nedrepată şi/sau că tu eşti fără valoare ca om.&lt;br /&gt;8. AR FI PREFERABIL ca viaţa să fie dreaptă şi uşoară DAR DACĂ NU ESTE, aminteşte-ţi că este doar (foarte) rău, fără a fi însă catastrofal (cel mai rău lucru care se putea întâmpla).&lt;br /&gt;9. AR FI PREFERABIL ca viaţa să fie dreaptă şi uşoară DAR DACĂ NU ESTE, poţi tolera/suporta acest lucru şi mergi mai departe bucurându-te de viaţă, chiar dacă este mai greu la început.&lt;br /&gt;10. SINGURUL LUCRU CARE TREBUIE ESTE CĂ NIMIC NU TREBUIE CU NECESITATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NUCLEUL NEBUNIEI (Merită cunoscut pentru a-l evita)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. Eu TREBUIE CU NECESITATE SĂ….&lt;br /&gt;2. Ceilalţi TREBUIE CU NECESITATE SĂ…&lt;br /&gt;3. Viaţa TREBUIE CU NECESITATE SĂ…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NUCLEUL SĂNĂTĂŢII (A se citi zilnic, dimineaţa sau seara înainte de culcare)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Acceptă ceea ce nu se poate schimba.&lt;br /&gt;2. Fă tot ceea este omeneşte posibil să schimbi ce se poate schimba, amintindu-şi însă mereu că uneori lucrurile nu TREBUIE să se întâmple cum vrei tu.&lt;br /&gt;3. Fă diferenţa dintre 1 şi 2.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SFATURI PENTRU O VIAŢĂ RAŢIONALĂ ŞI FERICITĂ (A se citi zilnic, dimineaţa sau seara înainte de culcare)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Urmează Decalogul Raţionalităţii şi evită Decalogul Iraţionalităţii.&lt;br /&gt;2. Asimilează Nucleul Sănătăţii şi renunţă la Nucleul Nebuniei.&lt;br /&gt;3. Să doreşti şi să faci tot ceea ce depinde de tine ca lucrurile să se întâmple aşa cum vrei tu dar în acelaşi timp să ţii minte că nu scrie niciunde că lucrurile TREBUIE cu necesitate să se întâmple aşa cum vrei tu.&lt;br /&gt;4. Ar fi de dorit ca ceilalţi să te trateze corect dar asta nu înseamnă că şi TREBUIE cu necesitate să o facă.&lt;br /&gt;5. Ar fi de dorit să reuseşti în tot ceea ce faci dar asta nu înseamnă că şi TREBUIE cu necesitate să reuşeşti.&lt;br /&gt;6. Ar fi de dorit ca viaţa să fie uşoară şi drepată dar asta nu înseamnă că şi TREBUIE cu necesitate să fie aşa.&lt;br /&gt;7. Dacă lucrurile nu se întâmplă aşa cum ţi-ai dorit asta nu înseamă că eşti fără valoare ca om ci doar că ai avut un comportament mai puţin performant care probabil poate fi îmbunătăţit.&lt;br /&gt;8. Dacă lucrurile nu se întâmplă aşa cum ţi-ai dorit nu înseamnă că este o catastrofă (cel mai rău lucru care ţi se putea întâmpla) ci este doar un lucru neplăcut (poate până la extrem de neplăcut), fără ca asta să însemne totuşi că este cel mai rău lucru care ţi se poate întâmpla şi că nu te mai poţi bucura de viaţă.&lt;br /&gt;9. Dacă lucrurile nu se întâmplă aşa cum ţi-ai dorit poţi tolera asta şi merge mai departe bucurându-te de viaţă, deşi este mai greu la început, până porneşti.&lt;br /&gt;10. Este plăcut să ai aprobarea şi dragostea celorlalţi şi fă tot ceea ce este omeneşte posibil să le opţii dar aminteşte-ţi că şi fără ele te poţi accepta ca fiinţă umană care are dreptul să se bucure de viaţă.&lt;br /&gt;11. Este de preferat să faci lucrurile perfect dar este omeneşte să faci greşeli.&lt;br /&gt;12. Oamenii reacţionează aşa cum doresc ei nu cum doreşti tu şi aminteşte-ţi că ei, ca şi tine, nu sunt perfecţi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRINCIPII SPECIFICE PENTRU O VIAŢĂ FERICITĂ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Atunci cand apare problema specifică, pilula se citeşte zilnic, dimineaţa şi seara înainte de culcare, şi ori de câte ori este nevoie pe parcursul zilei)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PASTILĂ PSIHOLOGICĂ ÎMPOTRIVA FURIEI, NEMULŢUMIRII, AGRESIVITĂŢII, IRITĂRII, FRUSTRĂRII&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;„Mi-aş dori ca situaţia să fie alta, însă ştiu că dorinţa mea nu devine obligatoriu realitate doar pentru că vreau eu asta.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;„Pot să accept că în viaţă mi se întâmplă şi lucruri pe care nu le doresc, deşi este neplăcut.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;„Pot suporta să mi se întâmple aşa ceva, deşi nu îmi doresc şi nu îmi place.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;„Pot tolera ceea ce simt, chiar dacă nu simt ceva plăcut.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;„Pot să suport prezenţa acestui gând, deşi nu îmi place.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;„Pot accepta că am făcut asta chiar dacă preferam să nu o fac.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;„Pot accepta comportamentul celorlalţi, chiar dacă aceştia nu fac întotdeauna ce mi-aş dori eu.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PASTILĂ PSIHOLOGICĂ ÎMPOTRIVA ANXIETĂŢII, PANICII, FRICII, NELINIŞTII&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;„Mi-aş dori ca situaţia să fie alta, însă ştiu că dorinţa mea nu devine obligatoriu realitate doar pentru că vreau eu asta.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;„Pot să accept că în viaţă mi se pot întâmpla şi lucruri pe care nu le doresc, deşi este neplăcut şi am făcut tot posibilul ca să le evit.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;„Este extrem de neplăcut că mi s-a întâmplat aşa ceva, însă nu este cel mai rău lucru care mi s-ar fi putut întâmpla.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;„Cred că pot face faţă şi la situaţii mai rele decât cea în care mă găsesc acum.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;„Este extrem de neplăcut, însă nu catastrofal dacă în această situaţie nu voi putea deţine controlul aşa cum mi-aş dori.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;„Este rău, dar nu dezastruos să trăieşti astfel de emoţii.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;„Este neplăcut, dar nu catastrofal să ai astfel de gânduri.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PASTILĂ PSIHOLOGICĂ ÎMPOTRIVA DEPRIMĂRII, DEPRESIEI, TRISTEŢII&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;„Mi-aş dori ca situaţia să fie alta, însă ştiu că dorinţa mea nu devine obligatoriu realitate doar pentru că vreau eu asta.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;„Pot să accept că în viaţă mi se întâmplă şi lucruri pe care nu le doresc, deşi este trist.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;„Am greşit comportându-mă astfel, însă eu rămân întotdeauna o persoană valoroasă, prin simplul fapt că sunt om.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;„Poate că această reacţie a mea este o dovadă de slăbiciune, însă asta nu arată valoarea mea ca persoană.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;„Chiar dacă nu mă descurc întotdeauna aşa de bine cum mi-aş dori, rămân o persoană bună şi valoroasă.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;„Sunt mulţumit de mine, deşi ştiu că nu sunt perfect.”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4424925842555664553-8801224681123094106?l=ancavoicu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/feeds/8801224681123094106/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/05/pastile-psihologice-nu-dau-dependenta.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/8801224681123094106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/8801224681123094106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/05/pastile-psihologice-nu-dau-dependenta.html' title='Pastile psihologice (nu dau dependenta, doar rezultate)'/><author><name>Anca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/TSVtUs4EEaI/AAAAAAAAALM/kEHMqh3X-TM/S220/DSC02307.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/Sh59jg6t4HI/AAAAAAAAAGU/uusEQ5lpN-Q/s72-c/daniel-david.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424925842555664553.post-3027436205812338946</id><published>2009-05-24T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T12:52:54.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in bataia timpului</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/ShmlGDoDCtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/M9-slZPR0Kc/s1600-h/dali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 123px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/ShmlGDoDCtI/AAAAAAAAAGM/M9-slZPR0Kc/s400/dali.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339480356695509714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 ani jumate sau 20 de zile...depinde din ce capat numeri, depinde de tine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pana la urma de ce alegem sa ne legam de niste date/cifre - 1, 10, 24, 3 ani jumate...cand totul se poate narui intr-o clipa?&lt;br /&gt;cu timpul, toate aceste cifre vor fi simple date ale unui calendar ce se depersonalizeaza in fiecare moment - timpul le rezolva pe toate, se spune...&lt;br /&gt;atunci de ce ne incapatanam sa-l masuram "obiectiv" cand de fapt totul e subiectiv...3 ani jumate poate parea un moment sau o viata intreaga - depinde cand/cum te gandesti la el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de azi refuz sa mai masor timpul...&lt;br /&gt;nu vreau sa stiu ca mai sunt x zile pana la primul examen, y pana trebuie sa prezentam un proiect si mai ales, nu vreau sa stiu ca au trecut y ani de cand...&lt;br /&gt;de azi o sa am tot timpul din lume&lt;br /&gt;sa simt, sa fac, sa imi doresc, sa sper, sa indeplinesc, sa zbor (din nou), sa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de azi, tot timpul e al meu!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna join me?&lt;br /&gt;Feel free!&lt;br /&gt;only this - feel free and time will have mercy with you!...(hopefully)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ex-butterfly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4424925842555664553-3027436205812338946?l=ancavoicu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/feeds/3027436205812338946/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424925842555664553.post-3156425320619504341</id><published>2009-05-23T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:36:25.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Invataminte ecologice</title><content type='html'>Congres International de Psiho Sibiu 22-24 mai 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce am invatat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ca CNSPul (Conferinta Nationala Studenteasca de Psiho) a fost ffffff bine organizat, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ca e mare lucru in zilele noastre sa stii sa-ti faci o prezentare power point "decenta"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ca e mare lucru ca nu esti bucurestean :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ca as fi putut participa cu posterul meu linistita (eram imparat in tara orbilor...:D)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ca lumea (ma refer aici la profi univ) nu fac diferenta intre prelegere si workshop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ca e misto sa respiri acelasi aer cu somitatile din psiho - Presedintele Colegiului Psihologilor din Romania (CPR) - Mihai Anitei, Miclea (el), Miclea (ea), David, Baban, Opre, Irina Holdevici, Mitrofan,etc&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ca Miclea lanseaza in septembrie o super mega platforma de terapie online (PAXonline)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ca multa lume vine la astfel de evenimente doar pt creditele acordate de CPR&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ca CPR nu e in membru in nici o structura internationala (ASPR-ul e in doua :P)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CPR-ul a implinit 5 anisori...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ca sunt super multe probleme in fiecare dintre ramurile aplicate ale psihologiei&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ca Sibiul e la fel de frumos pe cat l-am lasat ultima data&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ca e greu sa te tii de dieta in deplasare...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asadar 2 zile intensive de invataminte valoroase&lt;br /&gt;si toate, intr-o atmosfera chiar placuta (exceptand lipsa aerului sau excesul celui conditionat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ex-butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Recompensa pentru ca cititi blogul meu :D si pentru ca trebuie din cand in cand sa va destindeti...de fapt e de preferat, si pentru ca si Miclea sustine sistemul de recompense, watch this - apropo de psihologi :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZPwIXUTOna8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZPwIXUTOna8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4424925842555664553-3156425320619504341?l=ancavoicu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/feeds/3156425320619504341/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/05/invataminte-ecologice.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/3156425320619504341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/3156425320619504341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/05/invataminte-ecologice.html' title='Invataminte ecologice'/><author><name>Anca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/TSVtUs4EEaI/AAAAAAAAALM/kEHMqh3X-TM/S220/DSC02307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424925842555664553.post-719016812228525188</id><published>2009-05-20T06:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T07:09:31.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psihologie pozitiva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/ShQOr7aVMqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ZfQljsrwHYI/s1600-h/clip_image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/ShQOr7aVMqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ZfQljsrwHYI/s320/clip_image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337907606186177186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citeam zilele trecute un articol despre psihologia pozitiva si am aflat chestii interesante (cel putin) pe care m-as bucura sa le impartasc cu voi (nu stiu de ce am iluzia ca cineva chiar citeste ce scriu eu dar...anyway!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niste oameni destepti au facut un studiu si au ajuns la concluzia ca putem face 3 exercitii simple pentru a ne spori gradul de fericire:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sa intram pe siteul lor &lt;a href="http://www.authentichappiness.org/"&gt;www.authentichappiness.org&lt;/a&gt; si sa facem ceva chestionar (irelevant cum ar zice Leda), ca sa ne constinetizam punctele noastre tari. Apoi, timp de o saptamana, sa folosim top 5 puncte tari in situatii diferite decat am facut pana acum.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sa scriem, timp de o saptamana, 3 lucruri care au mers bine peste zi si ce credem ca a dus la existenta lor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sa scriem si apoi sa inmanam personal o scrisoare de multumire adresata unei persoane dragi careia niciodata sau de prea putine ori i-am spus "multumesc".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;De notat ar fi faptul ca primele doua cresc gradul de fericire si diminueaza depresia pe o perioada de 6 luni iar cel de-al 3-lea exercitiu, acelasi efect timp de o luna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buna treaba, cred ca ar merita sa incercam desi exista multe aspecte in articolul respectiv care lasa de dorit in ceea ce priveste procedura de testare. Totusi, who knows? poate chiar functioneaza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tot citind articolul asta mi-am adus aminte de un workshop pe psihologie pozitiva tinut de un student la Congresul de psiho din germania. Tipul a avut o idee foarte misto - din cand in cand, sa dedicam o zi unui lucru ciudar/pe care-l facem rar, etc&lt;br /&gt;De exemplu: ziua hainelor necalcate (iti desfasori programul normal dar imbraci haine necalcate), ziua cantatului (in loc de vorbit, cantam - hip hop pana la pranz, opereta dupa sau whatever), ziua filmelor (bagi filme 24 din 24), ziua salutului (saluti lumea pe strada), ziua zambitului (zambesti la oameni pe strada) sau efectiv ziua sunatului colegilor din liceu sau whatever...&lt;br /&gt;mi s-a parut f tare ideea si ne ofera un confort psihic la ideea ca stop! azi fac ce vreau eu, nu ce imi impune societatea (chiar daca aduce mai mult a comportament adolescentin, azi am aflat ca pana pe la 25 de ani ramanem adolescenti, chiar daca intre timp am devenit "emerging adults").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tot cautand chestii pentru a face analiza critica la articolul meu, am dat peste o lista cu filme care sunt recomandate de psihologia pozitiva ca avand un efect benefic atunci cand...bla, bla...sunt listate acolo criteriile. linkul este&lt;a href="http://http//www.hogrefe.com/design/standard/images/books/pdf/AppendixG_PPAM.pdf"&gt; http://www.hogrefe.com/design/standard/images/books/pdf/AppendixG_PPAM.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vizionare placuta,&lt;br /&gt;ex-butterfly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4424925842555664553-719016812228525188?l=ancavoicu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/feeds/719016812228525188/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/05/psihologie-pozitiva.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/719016812228525188'/><link rel='self' 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meu dintr-o data s-a redus la chestii de mancare ce arata al naiba de bine (ok, recunosc, ce nu ar arata mai bine decat o cacao cu lapte sau o salata facuta de ieri?!?) si la cupluri de indragostiti ce se sorb din priviri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de ce eu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asta e intrebarea fireasca si irationala care-mi vine in cap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incerc sa supravietuiesc prin jungla asta a grasimilor/proteinelor/hormonilor in exces...&lt;br /&gt;si daca pentru grasimi trebuie sa depun un efort considerabil sa nu se mai vada (sa speram ca rezist astea 3 luni), m-am gandit sa fac ceva cu partea de hormoni,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu, nu pe cale naturala asa cum multi poate v-ati gandit desi hmm...nu suna rau,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ci cu ajutorul medicinii, bineinteles :D- am fost la dermato sa mai salvez ceva din aparente.&lt;br /&gt;da, ti-ai gasit!&lt;br /&gt;am pierdut cursul de SPSS (am asteptat o ora jumate!!!) si 3 milioane!!!(consultatie+analize+o crema)&lt;br /&gt;ce am castigat?!?!&lt;br /&gt;speranta ca poate chiar merge tratamentul si o fata stoarsa de asistenta&lt;br /&gt;astfel incat acum lumea chiar se holbeaza la mine pe strada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma simt ca o piesa din muzeul strazii..."nu atingeti exponatele"...macar atat!!!&lt;br /&gt;dar ce e mai trist e ca nu stiu in ce sector sunt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noroc ca&lt;br /&gt;"Avem di tati,&lt;br /&gt;luati si va holbati" - grasimi, celulita, cosuri, suflet stors,stres, nesperanta, etc...&lt;br /&gt;uitati-va voi mai bine,&lt;br /&gt;poate mai gasiti ceva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ex-butterfly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4424925842555664553-8291290557136926583?l=ancavoicu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/feeds/8291290557136926583/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/05/nu-atingeti-exponata.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/8291290557136926583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/8291290557136926583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/05/nu-atingeti-exponata.html' title='&quot;Nu atingeti exponata!!!&quot;'/><author><name>Anca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/TSVtUs4EEaI/AAAAAAAAALM/kEHMqh3X-TM/S220/DSC02307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424925842555664553.post-3824371750389342636</id><published>2009-05-18T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:36:36.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>???????????????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;intrebari si iar intrebari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;de ce? cu ce rost ne framantam atat? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;sa ne creem disonanta cognitiva...poate e adaptativ din pct de vedere evolutionist sa nu te lasi prada instinctului ci sa analizezi situatia...dar pana cand? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;exista un optim al analizei? cand zici gata, m-am gandit destul, acum ma opresc si ma gandesc la altceva? cine ar trebui sa zica STOP...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;intrebari fara raspuns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;raspunsuri fara intrebari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;care din cele doua sunt mai dureroase?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;de ce ajungem sa-i ranim pe cei dragi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;de ce ajungem sa fim mai mult decat inumani doar pentru ai face sa realizeze unele lucruri?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;ma voi putea ierta vreodata?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;ma vei putea ierta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;hey, "noi", iarta-ma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;asa cum ai facut-o de atatea ori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;de data asta definitiv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;ultima iertare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;poti? merit?...eu nu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4424925842555664553-3824371750389342636?l=ancavoicu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/feeds/3824371750389342636/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/3824371750389342636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/3824371750389342636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='???????????????'/><author><name>Anca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/TSVtUs4EEaI/AAAAAAAAALM/kEHMqh3X-TM/S220/DSC02307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424925842555664553.post-8273104311615770686</id><published>2009-05-17T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T02:12:42.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cine sunt eu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;God    thinks I’m his creation, the society thinks I’m a money maker, my    parents think I’m the best, the friends think I’m nice (they are    my friends, after all!!) and I’m sure I’m not more than a mortal    human being who is doing her best not to miss (too many) important things    in this life. What else? I’m loved, I love and I’m greatful for    that. I get enthusiastic about unsignificant things and I’m very happy    with that, I host a bunch of butterflies in my stomach that from time    to time leave me but just to be happier when they come back. I’m a    naïve dreamer (sometimes) or a scary rational person (in the rest of    the time) but I’m fine with me and I hope the others are too. I’m    studing Psychology (and I’m loving it!!) to get to know myself better    and better and to save the universe &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; (no, I’m not Miss World but I would not    mind to be).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.B - extras din aplicatia pentru ISWinT 2009...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4424925842555664553-8273104311615770686?l=ancavoicu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/feeds/8273104311615770686/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/05/cine-sunt-eu.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/8273104311615770686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/8273104311615770686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/05/cine-sunt-eu.html' title='cine sunt eu?'/><author><name>Anca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/TSVtUs4EEaI/AAAAAAAAALM/kEHMqh3X-TM/S220/DSC02307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424925842555664553.post-8205098001540881023</id><published>2009-05-16T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T14:00:14.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>azi am inceput</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;azi am inceput sa postez chestii pe blogul asta nou-nout (apropo, stiu ca e stupid de usor sa-ti creezi un blog dar eu sunt tare mandra ca am reusit!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;azi am inceput programul de slabit...motivatie intrinseca enorma dar ispite ale naiba de multe dar eu promit sa ignor sunete propriului stomac si sa o ascult doar pe simo...aia nu ai voie, treaba ta dar nu ar fi recomandat, chiar mori fara aia?!?!?!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;azi am inceput sa-mi vopsesc parul sau cel putin mi-am dat silinta - n-a iesit nimic din (ne)fericire...a ramas la fix la fel dupa ce am stat 4 ore cu o chestie verde in cap...offf, doar femeie sa nu fi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;azi am mers la primul concert parazitii - nu m-au dat pe spate dar asta si pentru ca nu am avut voie!!! sa beau nimic, spre deosebire de 99,9% din populatia prezenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;azi am sarit in fata unei masini pentru prima data!!! nu intentionat, nu am ganduri suicidale, doar ca asa s-a intamplat. ce am invatat din asta? ca am reactii bune, cum am aparut in fata masinii, am si disparut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;azi am inceput sa alerg - chiar daca numai 10 min, tot se cheama inceput, nu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;azi...se incheie acum - mai sunt 3 min, oficial,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; deci imi inchei si eu postul, sperand ca tot ce am inceput azi sa fie cu folos si mai ales, durabil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ex-butterfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4424925842555664553-8205098001540881023?l=ancavoicu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/feeds/8205098001540881023/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/05/azi-am-inceput.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/8205098001540881023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/8205098001540881023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/05/azi-am-inceput.html' title='azi am inceput'/><author><name>Anca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/TSVtUs4EEaI/AAAAAAAAALM/kEHMqh3X-TM/S220/DSC02307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4424925842555664553.post-3429849321347350128</id><published>2009-05-16T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T08:18:24.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>like a virgin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;primul post si odata cu el primele emotii - incerc sa-mi las mainile sa curga pe tastatura ca sa-mi tin mintea ocupata sa nu ma gandesc la "de ce naiba fac chestia asta?", "cui o sa-i foloseasca?" si alte chestii de genul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;dar iata-ma scriind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;jurnalele, din cate stiu eu, sunt menite a fi intime (cel putin asa credeam prin generala si liceu cand scriam in niste caiete pe care apoi le ascundeam pe te miri unde doar sa nu fie gasite de careva) iar ce fac eu acum nu are clar nicio legatura cu intimitatea si totusi o fac. de ce? slava domnului, am prietene care sa-mi asculte delirurile si povestile mele de viata (sic!)...si totusi scriu..hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;dar gata cu intrebarile - daca am invatat ceva din evenimentele din ultimul timp, asta am invatat - nu mai pune atatea intrebari si nu-ti fa atatea ganduri/planuri. oricum, se prea poate ca totul sa se duca intr-o clipa - so it's totally useless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;revin cu zbateri ale mintii/sufletului/zborului meu in curand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;imediat ce constientizez ca wow!!! mi-am facut blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(eu care nici macar nu am cont hi5 sau facebook) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- iata-ma dezvaluind si primul secret rusinos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;cu sinceritate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ex-butterfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4424925842555664553-3429849321347350128?l=ancavoicu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/feeds/3429849321347350128/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/05/like-virgin.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/3429849321347350128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4424925842555664553/posts/default/3429849321347350128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ancavoicu.blogspot.com/2009/05/like-virgin.html' title='like a virgin'/><author><name>Anca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KixzhzGqM1I/TSVtUs4EEaI/AAAAAAAAALM/kEHMqh3X-TM/S220/DSC02307.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
