“Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99… 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. Never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have 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 bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm 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 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 in your own living room.

Read the directions, even if 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 are 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 for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew 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.”

Sa incepem cu inceputul: Sambata ora 5 am ceasul Ioanei suna ca naiba, cred k soneria aia te trezeste si din morti…in fine, ne-am trezit si am plecat spre gara, acolo, spre surprinderea mea, m-am intalnit cu inca aproape 60 de oameni (deja ma infiora gandul ca o sa ma fac de ras in fata unei adevarate multimi cand nu voi reusi sa urc )). Am ajuns la Busteni, am stat la o coada infernala pt a urca cu telecabina pana la Babele…dar asta nu e nimic…acolo…surpriza…ningea )) si eu eram in maieu (evident ca din multimea prezenta am reusit sa adun o caciula, manusi de muppets a la kermit the frog ))…pana la urma s-a rezolvat si cu asta.

A inceput coborarea pana la Pestera Ialomitei…a fost o drumetie accesibila pt pregatirea mea fizica de la momentul respectiv…acolo…o pestera superba.

Day two: ne-am trezit…incalzirea (exercitii usoare dar dureroase pt muschii mei ), si am plecat catre Valea Dorului (aici incepe cosmarul…cel putin cosmarul meu:P – cat timp am urcat am crezut ca voi muri acolo…se vedea de la o posta ca nu eram pregatita pt asa ceva, respiram in ultimul hal, transpirasem de ziceai ca am facut dus, se uita lumea la mine de parca mai aveam putin si va trebui sa fiu dusa pe targa )))…dar am reusit (cu mult ajutor si sustinere morala din partea grupului…dar am reusit…) am ajuns sus…acolo eram in culmea fericirii. Little did i know…ca va urma coborarea ))) ei bine..dc la urcat aveam probleme cu respiratul…la coborare asta nu mai prezenta un impediment, ci senzatia ca cineva imi smulge gleznele, durerile din degete la fiecare pas facut…dar macar puteam respira .

In momentul in care am ajuns in gara din Sinaia…imi venea sa pup pamantul =)).

Desi a fost cel mai mare efort pe care l-am depus in viata mea…sunt pregatita sa repet experienta, pt ca nimic nu se compara cu satisfactia de a reusi, cu starea pe care o simti cand te desprinzi de orice problema cotidiana si te bucuri de natura si de aventura.

Va recomand sa incercati…muntele este cel mai bun psiholog .

Ana.

Probabil ca, la fel ca mine, ati observat ca din ce in ce mai putine cupluri rezista in timp, pe ideea ca “dragostea dureaza 3 ani” se bazeaza majoritatea relatiilor. Putem afirma ca acest cuplu modern se afla intr-o criza: de timp, de rabdare, de respect, de iubire, de ce vreti voi.

Lucrurile decurc cam asa: ne cunoastem, ne indragostim nebuneste (ca nah asta trebuie sa fie the one), daruim tot ce avem de dat…si surpriza…ne plictisim…deodata ne dorim altceva, adrenalina pe care o simteam la inceput nu mai exista, nu mai suntem stimulati sa ne aratam iubirea, ne plictisim si lista poate continua. Toate acestea sunt efecte ale rapiditatii cu care decurc lucrurile, probabil ca daca am avea rabdarea sa ne cunoastem mai bine, sa apreciem personalitatea celui de alaturi, sa nu spunem dupa 3 intalniri ca am gasit iubirea vietii noastre, poate ca ne-am putea respecta mai mult, poate ca relatia nu ar ajunge in punctul mort atat de repede, pt ca mai intai de iubiti am fi prieteni.

Dar, pe de alta parte, poate ne iubim criza in care ne aflam, de fapt ideea de nou, ideea de a nu ne multumi niciodata cu ce avem si dorinta continua de a gasi ceva mai bun (desi probabil ca deja aveam ceva f bun…). Omul modern se simte atras de nou, de aia urmarim tendintele in moda si ne imbracam ca atare, de aia cautam mereu locuri noi in care sa iesim, job-uri noi, muzica noua, carti noi, gadget-uri noi…totul isi pierde valoarea in timp pt noi…si se pare ca si oamenii…ceea ce este trist…

Haideti sa incercam sa iubim si ce avem, nu doar sa ne dorim ceva nou mereu, deoarece nu tot ce e nou…e si benefic.

Ana.

Obsesia#1:

Obsesia#2:

Obsesia#3 – last but not least – da stiu k sunt un copil mic si prost )