March 9th, 2009
(9 Votes)
One hundred posts ago I started blogging here “the the place where I lay down my thoughts, where I shared my experiences gathered passing trough this voyage called life”. The day it all began was April 12 2005. I started blogging to keep my friends updated during the time I was in the Netherlands as an intern in AIESEC International. It was easier to share my experience than everything else out there but I can’t say this was entirely my idea. I got inspired by Arthur, and I still am when I read some of his posts. He’s one of the few who managed to leave a mark on my life and I’m forever grateful for that.
Almost 4 years, 1426 days, 19271 visits, 100 posts and 202 comments later I must say that I’ve changed a bit since this journey began, well who wouldn’t? I’m all grown up now (sad / smiley face). These 4 years have been a hell of a ride … I’ve had my share of good and bad, made new friends and became disconnected from others, I’ve traveled, I’ve teached, I’ve messed up, I’ve inspired, I’ve learned new things, I’ve made some people happy and I’ve also made some people sad. This is all part of this thing called life.
November 28th, 2008
(4 Votes)
I was thinking about not posting about this … but what the hell. Earlier this month I had the “pleasure” to check out one of this countries medical facilities. In not so many words I’ve had surgery. I’ve had a major fight with my appendix and he had to go.
It all started with a pain one morning that was bearable but wouldn’t go away … so I decided to go to the hospital. I’ve arrived at 8 AM and for the next five hours I was moved back and forth between the hospital buildings. I had x-rays, ecography, blood and urine tests. I was examined by four different doctors, all saying it’s food poisoning. In the end I was sent to the infectious diseases wing to spend the night there. In all this time I was getting weaker and weaker, at the end I could barely walk.
My father[1] felt the need to step in, this had gone the wrong way for too long, and asked to transfer me to the surgical wing where he used to work before he retired. He called former colleague to examine me and pointed out that I needed surgery right away. He believed I was misdiagnosed and this was a case of atypical appendicitis.
- My father is a retired surgeon, a specialist quite known in the international medical world [»]
December 17th, 2007
(2 Votes)
I’ve been writing less lately, especially because my laptop broke down and I couldn’t write from home anymore. After a long time I have it back and now I’ll try to write more often.
I can say that life’s good right now, there is no need to complain about the small challenges or little things I’m dealing with every day. I do realize I have a lot: relative health, family, real good friends, a job, a bank account, what to eat and a roof over my head; All this and the fact that I’ve been traveling around Europe this year, visited 5 countries[1], some of them twice and spent more than 3 months abroad. This is quite something :).
Right now I strongly feel the need to settle down. I want stability on personal level, more than anything. I’ve started spending more on myself, and I’m taking steps to bring more balance in my life. I want to live a healthier life, stop abusing this body of mine by working all day, eating one time a day mostly junk food, and sleeping 4 hours a night. I’m trying to get myself to exercise, swim, get out in the open. I’m not 18 anymore and it shows, whenever I’m stepping over the limit.
- Austria, Germany (twice), Italy (twice), The Netherlands, Turkey. [»]
August 14th, 2007
(5 Votes)
I’ve had some time to think lately. In one of the evenings back in Rotterdam as me and Kiks were walking back home, Kiks spoke about his experience. He gave me a different perspective of my life, of me and AIESEC.
I’ve been in AIESEC for six years, six years of my life. I was struggling so hard to make a difference, to leave a mark of my passage. In the end my efforts seemed so fruitless, witnessing all my work, everything I created being erased. Becoming nothing. Dust. For a while I was so very angry with myself, with the others. I realized that my time was gone and that right now there was so little I could do, to fix things.
What I didn’t get is that it didn’t matter … what guarantee do I have that AIESEC Sibiu will still be here in 5 years? Or that AIESEC as an organization will still be around in 50 years? All that hard work, all these efforts and sacrifice of generations simply won’t matter.
April 9th, 2007
(1 Votes)
This post may or may not make any sense to you. I just hope it does.
Why heroes? Well because heroes are the people we look up to when we’re young, because every one of us as a child wanted to be somebody’s hero. And because now, as I’m passing the threshold to adult life, my perspective changed a bit and I’m looking up to a different kind of hero.
My hero is good and noble, he stands up for what he believes in, makes right and wrong choices, and is true to his heart. My hero is not afraid to look within himself, find out what drives him and where he wants to reach, to discover what happiness means for him and what he mark he wants to leave behind. My hero is tuned to the people around him, to their happiness or sadness, to their failures or accomplishments, and he helps out without expecting anything back. My hero is younger than me, and is growing within the new generation. My hero is ordinary … my hero is you.
The Lion.[1]
- The song to this post is: Foo Fighters – My Hero. Open “Lion’s Radio” and scroll down to listen to it. [»]
A very good read about our lives and the 9 to 5 job. Tribal Workers: