Houston, we have a problem

Din nou un apel disperat dupa ajutor. In ultimul timp activitatea mea principala a fost lucrarea de licenta care se dovedeste a fi grozava (pentru ca am facut-o eu). Mi-ar ajunge si numarul de pagini si timpul, m-as descurca cumva cu notele de subsol si bibliografia, o singura problema extraordinar de mare am: TITLUL! Desi pare greu de crezut, lucrarea mea nu are titlu. Nu ca as fi refuzat sa o botez, pur si simplu sunt incapabila sa fac chestia asta. Asadar, va rog, incercati sa imi sugerati niste cuvinte pe care sa pot sa le pun ca titlu.
Lucrarea mea de licenta are ca tema subtitrarile, este scrisa in limba engleza si ca aplicatie am facut o subtitrare la un episod din Seinfeld. Astea au fost detalii ca sa va ajute in a decide. Preferabil ar fi ca titlul sa contina cuvintele "subtitle" si "Seinfeld", dar orice sugestie este binevenita si va fi rasplatita ulterior cand vom merge cu totii in raiul berii. Sau alte raiuri...
De contactat va descurcati voi...
Multzam anticipat!

Playlist

Mi-am pus ceva muzica pe noul meu super telefon Galaxy Mini ca sa nu fie asa golut cardul. Mi-am pus (cica) sa fie asa de ascultat si pentru altii sau pentru ceva drumuri cand nu sunt doar eu. Ca ma gandesc si la altii. Din ceva motiv neelucidat, incerc sa o impartatesc si aici. Ordine total aleatorie. Poate va reamintiti de unele mai vechi.
Vama - Pe sarma
Tiamat - Love Is As Good As Soma
Tiamat - I Am In Love With Myself
Tiamat - Too Far Gone
Butterfly Boucher - A Bitter Song
Anathema - A Simple Mistake
Air Supply - All Out Of Love
Anathema - Angels Walk Among Us
Jet - Are You Gonna Be My Girl
Stigma - As putea fi
Everclean - Beautiful Inside
Deep Blue Something - Breakfast At Tiffany's
Kerli - Bulletproof
Coldplay - The Scientist
Radiohead - Creep
Samael - Diamond Drops
Metallica - Die, Die My Darling
Guns N' Roses - Don't Cry
Oasis - Don't Look Back In Anger
Ozzy Osbourne - Dreamer
Anathema - Dreaming Light
Eagles - Hotel California
Metallica - Enter Sandman
Guns N' Roses - Estranged
Anathema - Everything
Faith No More - Easy
Zebre-Fara tine
Coldplay - Fix You
Hinder - Get Stoned
The Kills - Hook and Line
Meredith Brooks - Bitch
Frankie Valli - Can't Take My Eyes off You
Bob Dylan - I'll Be Your Baby Tonight
Jason Mraz - I'm Yours
John Vasco - The Need In Me
Bob Dylan - Knockin' On Heaven's Door
Liquido - Narcotic
Mike Doughty - Looking At The World From The Bottom Of A Well
Gary Jules - Mad World
Massive Attack - Teardrop
Metallica - Master of Puppets
Within Temptation - Memories
Rob Overseer - Meteorology
Guns N' Roses - November Rain
Metallica - One
Staind - Outside
Aerosmith - Pink
Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here
Paula Seling - Ploaie in luna lui Marte
AFI - Prelude 12/21
Antimatter - Psalms
Queen - Love Of My Life
Ultimu' Nivel - Sabia Lui Zorro
Ozzy Osbourne - See You On The Other Side
Vasco Rossi - Senza Parole
The 69 Eyes - Sleeping With Lions
Staind - So Far Away
Entwine - Someone to Blame
Natasha Bedingfield - Soulmate
Stigma - Fetele singure
Reamonn -Supergirl
The Subways - Rock & Roll Queen
Kelly Family - I Can't Help Myself
Anathema - Thin Air
Zebre - Totuna
Anathema - Universal
Vama Veche - Cu tine
Stigma - Vreau sa-mi promiti
Within Temptation - Utopia
The Beatles - Yesterday

The fun is over

Din nou o jumatate de saptamana incarcata. Luni si marti am tot organizat, pregatit, facut liste, vorbit la telefon cat un om normal in 2 saptamani, alergat si altele. Nu ca m-as plange, dar asta am facut. Pregatirile le-am facut pentru miercuri cand trebuia ca totul sa fie perfect pentru cursul festiv. Am aranjat sala, facut scenariul pentru ca fiecare detaliu sa fie pus la punct. Si a cam fost. Mie mi-a placut rezultatul.

Miercuri a fost ziua cea mare. Dupa ce nu am dormit deloc, am luat lucrurile in primire de la 8 dimineata. Ne-am echipat, am alergat, am urlat la colegi (in ultimele zile am urlat mai mult decat am vorbit normal cu ei), am dat ordinele profesorului indrumator si la 10 a inceput festivitatea. Bine, 10 si ceva... Toata ideea la cursul asta festiv era ca noi suntem cei mai importanti de acolo, pe noi ne aplauda toata lumea si se mira de cat de destepti si frumosi suntem. Si asa a fost. Oricum de pe scaunele noastre din fata salii faceam misto de discursurile tuturor si raspunsurile celorlalti studenti (aia de la LLR erau niste maaaari pupincuristi) si radeam de Beni care nu isi pregatise discurs, pentru ca i-am spus ca il primesc si fara si acum isi facea griji. I-am spus despre ce ar trebui sa vorbeasca: teme, puncte, vocabular, testulica. Pe toate le-a inclus in discurs. Ne-a premiat, iar apoi am fost declarati absolventi, moment in care tocile si-au luat zborul frumos in sus spre tavan. La cat am asteptat momentul acela...

Astia suntem noi (o parte)

Dupa treaba asta am mers in oras cu familia si Lulu. M-am gandit ca asta e "masa" de dupa si cam atat. Abia dupa ce am ajuns acasa si au disparut toti de pe acolo pentru cateva minute a inceput partea frumoasa. Lulu, Cody si mama au planuit/complotat si mi-au facut cea mai frumoasa surpriza. Cine s-a mai uitat pe blog in ultimele luni a putut vedea un tort cu fete zambitoare si stelute care ziceam ca imi place. Ei, se pare ca cei 3 au mers cu poza aceea (dupa ce au downloadat-o de pe blog) si mi-au facut un tort asemanator. Multumeeeeeeesc! Cum e greu sa planuiesti fara ca eu (cel mai curios om de pe planeta) sa observ, au dus o poza mica si le-a iesit putin diferit. Cu atat mai bine ca e original, unic si irepetabil. Bine, ce fata am avut cand am vazut tortul nu se poate descrie. Sau cum m-am simtit... Tot ce nu inteleg este cum au putut sa faca asta fara sa observ ceva. Nu de alta, dar eu stiu tot!

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Seara ne-am intalnit toti absolventii sa mai povestim si sa mai mancam si bem ceva. Rezervarea era facuta la restaurantul care credeam ca se va potrivi ocaziei, tot ce a mai ramas a fost sa mergem. Si, ca prin minune, am fost 19. Nici la examene nu am mai fost atatia in ultimul timp. Am mai ras, povestit (ne-am dus si tocile), la sfarsit am mers prin parc si ne-am mai prostit. In mare, o zi grozava.

As vrea sa mai adaug ceva ce le-am zis colegilor si ieri dimineata si aseara (in timpul toastului). Pentru "LMisti": nu conteaza a cata generatie am fost, noi am fost cei mai grozavi si culi si ce vreti voi. Sunt mandra ca am fost sefa voastra/capitan de vas/ce alte denumiri mi-ati mai gasit. Scuzati-ma pentru cand am urlat la voi (ca a fost muuuuult) si va multumesc pentru cooperare si ajutor. De aici parca suntem pe cont propriu, mai este putin si nu ne mai intoarcem la cladirile universitatii, dar sunt convinsa ca vom mai vorbi si ne vom mai intalni. Aveti grija de voi ca acum sunteti adulti. Multumesc si felicitari tuturor absolventilor LMA 2011! 

Graduation is here

Some kind of discourse written by some lady whose name I don't know, but at least I don't say I'm the one who wrote it. This is for all the students who graduate this year. I'll graduate the day after tomorrow.

Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97:
Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be 
it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by 
scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more 
reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this 
advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You 
will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until 
they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos 
of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much 
possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You 
are not as fat as you imagine. 
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is 
as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing 
bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that 
never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 
p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with 
people who are reckless with yours. 
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, 
sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's 
only with yourself. 
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you 
succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your 
life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what 
they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 
40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them 
when they're gone. 
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, 
maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance 
the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever 
you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself 
either.
Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's. 
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or 
of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll 
ever own. 
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly. 
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone 
for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your 
past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. 
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you 
should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and 
lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people 
who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.
Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. 
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will 
philander. You too, will get old. And when you do, you’ll fantasize 
that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians 
were noble, and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust 
fund. Maybe you’ll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know 
when either one might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair or by the time you’re 40 it will 
look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who 
supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of 
fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the 
ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.