<?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-7632379717295905638</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:08:14.393+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive and energized to live every second to it's maximum</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bebibeb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632379717295905638/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bebibeb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04262584181546462332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632379717295905638.post-8546284786539611850</id><published>2008-06-30T20:20:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T22:05:04.150+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1/2 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Here we are - half way through 2008 ... 1 full season and 2 1/3 of other 2 seasons ... 6 countries visited ... 5 1/4 months of work here in England ... thousands of thoughts ... hundred of thousands of confusing moments ... plenty of smiles and dear friends... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It is hard to describe the last months but I can try and summarize what I feel now thinking of the last months spent here....thinking of the next possible opportunities that I have in front....thinking of today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/SGlHUxcnmMI/AAAAAAAAAMM/7491fkqYMCQ/s1600-h/half2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;LOST AND FOUND MYSELF&lt;/strong&gt; - is the first thing that comes into my mind thinking of 2008.It is the red line that surrounds my experience so far and I am sure will continue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/SGlHUxcnmMI/AAAAAAAAAMM/7491fkqYMCQ/s1600-h/half2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*PEACE AND CHAOS&lt;/strong&gt; - is the environment in which I play LOST AND FOUND...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*FAR AND AWAY&lt;/strong&gt; - is the place where I felt during all this time...far from home...away from what is dear to me...but in the end what is NEAR to me?? i don't know but I might find out in the following days,months,years....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*FRIENDS&lt;/strong&gt; - Living far and away from everything dear to me, made me realize who are the true friends I have...I am happy to have so great people carrying about me...I am happy I care more and more about other people....I feel sad loosing trust in some and some in me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*HAIR RUBBER BAND&lt;/strong&gt; - I think I was like a quite used hair rubber band (elastic de par?:)) ... and this experience almost stretched all the rubber in it...and still more to come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;BREMEN-VIENNA-BUCHAREST-BRUXELLE-BARCELONA-LONDON-WINCHESTER- PORTSMOUTH-ISLE OF WIGHT-BRASOV-CAMPINA-BASINGSTOKE- BRATISLAVA ..... and some more on the way.....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217781547447008562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/SGlIrCMqvTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/x9U8-ZzR7fg/s320/half2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632379717295905638-8546284786539611850?l=bebibeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bebibeb.blogspot.com/feeds/8546284786539611850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632379717295905638&amp;postID=8546284786539611850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632379717295905638/posts/default/8546284786539611850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632379717295905638/posts/default/8546284786539611850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bebibeb.blogspot.com/2008/06/12-2008.html' title='1/2 2008'/><author><name>Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04262584181546462332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/SGlIrCMqvTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/x9U8-ZzR7fg/s72-c/half2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632379717295905638.post-4408606228339604535</id><published>2008-06-10T22:51:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:01:29.434+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>...lost...this is how I would call myself at the moment...lost in my thoughts...feelings...emotions. the day has 24 hours but for me it feels it is a long continuous moment....from time to time I am getting back in my world and start imagining how my future could be , but I want to live in the present, NOW...but what I have now is not what I want I think, is not complete...I miss my country, my friends, my family, I miss the mountains and the feeling of walking bear foot on the hot sand on the beach or in the cold sea in the evenings...&lt;br /&gt;...I miss the days of being in school, thinking that the world would end if I fail an exam...oh dear there are sooo many things I miss still a lot that I have but at the moment I am not able to find them...or I am not able to find myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Don't think that I am depressed...I am not. I am just melancholic:) and I can imagine this posting makes no sense, but this is how I feel at the moment...Lost,but in a good sense...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632379717295905638-4408606228339604535?l=bebibeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bebibeb.blogspot.com/feeds/4408606228339604535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632379717295905638&amp;postID=4408606228339604535' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632379717295905638/posts/default/4408606228339604535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632379717295905638/posts/default/4408606228339604535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bebibeb.blogspot.com/2008/06/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04262584181546462332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632379717295905638.post-8079602059805579482</id><published>2008-05-07T00:04:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T00:34:21.120+01:00</updated><title type='text'>bouncing thougths....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/SCDpB1rWD5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/FTfD1BwbYyk/s1600-h/cloud-shape03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197410187783573394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" height="83" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/SCDpB1rWD5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/FTfD1BwbYyk/s320/cloud-shape03.jpg" width="110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first sunny days in England...it smells like summer and the sky is blue,the parks are full of couples holding hands, kids playing or enjoying in a childish way an ice-cream....I feel free and I feel good when I am out...watching the sky and the white fluffy clouds forming different forms...listening to the birds singing and smiling to the kids next to you when they come and ask if you want to play with them:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...I had a long weekend as my sister visited me....time went by very fast and now we are back in&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/SCDpOlrWD6I/AAAAAAAAAHE/pcNgWs-YYFI/s1600-h/kids-eating-ice-cream-cones.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197410406826905506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" height="127" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/SCDpOlrWD6I/AAAAAAAAAHE/pcNgWs-YYFI/s320/kids-eating-ice-cream-cones.gif" width="103" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the routine. One thing I realised - that we grew up and each of us has her own life...it is strange how you spend and share the most important years of the life with a brother or sister and suddenly you realise that you are just visiting each other from time to time....and it still feels like you have never been apart... I feel is the same with souls friends - "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;prieteni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;suflet&lt;/span&gt;" - that no matter how far you are you feel like you were together all the time...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kaisa&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yat&lt;/span&gt; Wan are a good example as well...we came together the 3 of us after 11 months and had a long evening of talking and staying with each other like the good old times when we use to share the same flat in beautiful Vienna...we never know when our life roads will come together again...for sure for one of our weddings:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...going back to work today I realised once again that the business world with the 9am-5pm is not for me...one more time I can say that FREEDOM is one of the things that guides my life...I don't like being dependent on somebody else....as well I ask myself "what is the impact that I have?"...what can I do to feel that what I do is more meaningful?...I have no answer but I feel that social world is one blinking answer reminding me one more time that I have a dream and I should start getting it to life...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/SCDpkFrWD7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/dwhukGS6ioY/s1600-h/money-coins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197410776194092978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="132" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/SCDpkFrWD7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/dwhukGS6ioY/s320/money-coins.jpg" width="96" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...walking back from work I realised how frustrated I am on what happens in the world...on how ignorant some people are including me ... how less we know about the world and how easy we can say "It is sad isn't it?" when we see how natural disasters kill thousands of people in one hour... and what do we do?? MONEY!!! pieces of paper with numbers on them...pieces of paper that are more worth than the life of thousands of humans... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...the whole price crisis is killing a lot of people that can't afford buying food...and guess what? other sell the rice on double or even more expensive on the market to of course MAKE MONEY!... is it true that money keep the happiness??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think they can entertain it but they are not the ultimatum....and as well I believe we can make money from helping other and share what we have...I need to remind myself this every day! IT IS LIFE THAT COUNTS NOT A NUMBER OF A PIECE OF PAPER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632379717295905638-8079602059805579482?l=bebibeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bebibeb.blogspot.com/feeds/8079602059805579482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632379717295905638&amp;postID=8079602059805579482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632379717295905638/posts/default/8079602059805579482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632379717295905638/posts/default/8079602059805579482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bebibeb.blogspot.com/2008/05/bouncing-thougths.html' title='bouncing thougths....'/><author><name>Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04262584181546462332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/SCDpB1rWD5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/FTfD1BwbYyk/s72-c/cloud-shape03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632379717295905638.post-8450469272785249992</id><published>2008-04-19T11:43:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T12:24:23.354+01:00</updated><title type='text'>....random thoughts in the Bremen airport...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...It it 12:46 in Germany.. I am in the Bremen airport waiting to get off and head to Vienna...half of my heart is still there and I consider this city my second home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel somehow chilled...I am not extremely happy but I am not sad...it is hard to explain...it feels like the sea when it is really calm, the temperature is average...you don't know is it going to be a storm or too hot?... there is hardly any noise around...the airport is small and really quiet....not too much diversity in the people around...they all seem to be sleepy or just in their thoughts too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/SAnU4XrHQpI/AAAAAAAAAF8/jFmNID7XlZg/s1600-h/plane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190914110413816466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="166" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/SAnU4XrHQpI/AAAAAAAAAF8/jFmNID7XlZg/s320/plane.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking on the big windows I can see planes taking off or landing...and then I think: this is an unbelievable tool to connect the world...can you imagine what this world would be without planes? ... there would be hardly any multicultural families in this world....hardly any people experiencing other cultures ... I wouldn't be able to see my family and friends so often however maybe I would be at home now... it is important that we have them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a bit scared to fly today...the number of my flight it is a strange number ... the superstitious people maybe would say "cancel or choose a different flight"...most of the people would probably say "come on is just a number..."Whatever I am getting in with a positive feeling and desire to see my friends, to breath some Viennese air and connect to myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/SAnVY3rHQqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/AgxyLq7YI_U/s1600-h/schnoor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190914668759564962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="152" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/SAnVY3rHQqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/AgxyLq7YI_U/s320/schnoor.jpg" width="133" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...this week was just amazing and it passed by sooo fast...I really enjoyed working with the Mars team in Germany...I realized one more time how much I like being surrounded by German speaking people.... I like the small and clean streets that the German, Austrian towns and cities have...last night I took a walk around Bremen and it felt really great....I felt I was living in a different period of time as most of the buildings in the centre are old and have a lot of life....they are not big glass buildings...they have a lot of details and different colours....walking by the centre you get on a small street called "Schnoor strasse"...it reminded me of Brasov and the "rope street-Strada Sforii" ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the entire evening I walked from place to place, from street to street, stopping and admiring the big magnolias, or the ducks ... I was imagining how the place looked like in the old times where a lot of carriages with horses were going by, with ladies dressed in nice and fancy dresses...with gentlemen wearing hats ... everything seemed to be beautiful and alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/SAnV2HrHQrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Q3aCrsG3OQM/s1600-h/brement+musik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190915171270738610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" height="177" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/SAnV2HrHQrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Q3aCrsG3OQM/s320/brement+musik.jpg" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...as well I met the Musikanten von Bremen....when Adina my friend got excited that I am in Bremen with the musicians, I didn't know what she meant...but when I saw their statue the story came in my mind....I remember the Grimm Brother book we had when we were young ... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I am happy to see that my imagination is still working...I am happy I took time to walk around and think of nothing about future...I feel that I made a big step in freeing my mind!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632379717295905638-8450469272785249992?l=bebibeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bebibeb.blogspot.com/feeds/8450469272785249992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632379717295905638&amp;postID=8450469272785249992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632379717295905638/posts/default/8450469272785249992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632379717295905638/posts/default/8450469272785249992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bebibeb.blogspot.com/2008/04/random-thoughts-in-bremen-airport.html' title='....random thoughts in the Bremen airport...'/><author><name>Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04262584181546462332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/SAnU4XrHQpI/AAAAAAAAAF8/jFmNID7XlZg/s72-c/plane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632379717295905638.post-7034363879576275668</id><published>2008-04-17T21:38:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T07:59:11.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom for the mind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/SAfK1l87IfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MsJI6-reJsk/s1600-h/desert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190340117637308914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" height="161" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/SAfK1l87IfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MsJI6-reJsk/s320/desert.jpg" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another day is gone...a day with lots of emotions and intense moments...I had a strange dream...about a person I don't really know but keeps on getting in my life....he was all alone in the desert...it felt lonely and scared,confused and meaningless...in this dream I felt I am in his skin....it is strange and I hope in the real life he is better...&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and felt really strange...for a second I wasn't sure if is real or not, if it is morning or evening....it confused me and made me want to know what's up with him...but I am fearing to call or ask...it sounds too crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...one of the thoughts I had is that I need to be happy of the life I have... to enjoy! ... the same day I had a discussion with one very dear friend to me.... was it a coincidence that we started a conversation about the topic of life and living in present?...well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/SAfLM187IgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/NBev68jV-uI/s1600-h/Time_confusion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190340517069267458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" height="210" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/SAfLM187IgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/NBev68jV-uI/s320/Time_confusion.jpg" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I have different feelings lately...I don't know ...because of going back home,what will I find there,how will the people be, what am I going to do from now on....everything is very very confusing and it gives me different feelings..." by looking at the text I realized that the pattern is a future thinking..."will" and not now.... again I am thinking of how much we live in the past and future....we skip enjoying the present....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....it is like people that take so many pictures that they forget to stop and admire for a second...most probably when they see the pictures they don't remember that they were there...they discover the places they have been through pictures...they have snapshots not memories....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do we stop enjoying ... why do we give soo much control to our mind? why do we forget to be a kid and enjoy every second? I remember when I was a kid I was doing what I felt when I felt...there was hardly any tomorrow or yesterday... I was watching the clouds how they form shapes, I was looking at the rain falling on the window... everything was full of life and colourful...why not doing the same now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by thinking too much we create expectations and imagine a lot...in case it is not working we are disappointed ... the whole process from creation to final result is sometimes painfully...we fear and get Soooo many questions that we get confused...why not stop and go back to the roots? simple life, where we do what we like and enjoy every second... listen to the people in the buss and smile....they talk crazy things but important for them...count the lines of the zebras on the street...in my home town , most of them have odd number of lines, mostly between 7 and 15.... &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/SAhEmF87IiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/IzExjMSOW6o/s1600-h/child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190473991767925282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" height="196" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/SAhEmF87IiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/IzExjMSOW6o/s320/child.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why not getting an ice cream and take a walk in the park...watch the flowers and see the kids playing they are soooo happy!! some of them are crying as they lost in the game..they express emotions and live in the present ... on a bench you see an old men reading a newspaper...looking in his eyes they are full of light...still I am wondering what is in his head...he sees you and gives a smile....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel good to give freedom to myself from time to time...to stop building illusions, but enjoy what it is now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day....what is life?"It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset."Crowfoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is life? &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset&lt;/span&gt;".Crowfoot&lt;/strong&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/7632379717295905638-7034363879576275668?l=bebibeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bebibeb.blogspot.com/feeds/7034363879576275668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632379717295905638&amp;postID=7034363879576275668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632379717295905638/posts/default/7034363879576275668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632379717295905638/posts/default/7034363879576275668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bebibeb.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-day-is-gone.html' title='Freedom for the mind...'/><author><name>Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04262584181546462332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/SAfK1l87IfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MsJI6-reJsk/s72-c/desert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632379717295905638.post-7633103664759841283</id><published>2008-04-15T20:21:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T21:09:21.471+01:00</updated><title type='text'>is the time relative?...hmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time is something relative.....this is what I use to say when I was in high-school and my mom was telling me that I am running out of time and that I should start preparing for University admission exam... I still believe this...that time is relative...why does a day has 24 hours, and why do we call it day and night....why allways we live for tomorrow or talk about yesterday? why is it so hard to live TODAY? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had a long weekend and somehow I still feel that I am &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/SAUKbl87IcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kUbCFI67NOU/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189565614774755778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/SAUKbl87IcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kUbCFI67NOU/s320/untitled.JPG" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;living in a continuous long day, enjoying every single moment...I had the chance after almost 8 months to get back to AIESEC, to be a part of a great faci team for one of the national conferences in England...I didn't think that it would be such a great experience with so much impact on myself and I want to believe that on other people as well.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIVERSITY was definitely the word that describes the event...diverse people in the conference team, still united and committed to the conference...diverse delegates, still interesting people and very opened to new ideas...diverse emotions still a feeling of fulfilment at the end....and it all seemed to be a looong loong day... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;now I am in Germany, working with the people here on the project...I am living alone in a hotel &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/SAUK6F87IdI/AAAAAAAAAFU/a4-gYKT8fOg/s1600-h/fussgaengerzone_gross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189566138760765906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" height="224" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/SAUK6F87IdI/AAAAAAAAAFU/a4-gYKT8fOg/s320/fussgaengerzone_gross.jpg" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for the first time in my life....it feels strange and in the same time good....it is quiet and relaxed...I am picked up from the hotel every morning at 8.15 and get to the office...at 5-5.30 in the evening I am back....today it was a nice day ,sunny and mild temperature, so I decided to walk...after having a salad in the town centre, started walking on the small streets, paved with stones....the people are friendly and eager to help at any moment...they look strange when they hear English as I think they are not too much used to foreigners.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like this place sooo much...it is small ,small but something in the atmosphere makes me enjoy it..it is closer to Austrians towns...it has a lot of flowers and the houses have open gardens in front....kids are playing on the streets and it seems that this place is still protected from the crazy lifestyle of today's world....time is relative here it is no yesterday or tomorrow, it is NOW...be it day or evening...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/7632379717295905638-7633103664759841283?l=bebibeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bebibeb.blogspot.com/feeds/7633103664759841283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632379717295905638&amp;postID=7633103664759841283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632379717295905638/posts/default/7633103664759841283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632379717295905638/posts/default/7633103664759841283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bebibeb.blogspot.com/2008/04/is-time-relativehmmm.html' title='is the time relative?...hmmm'/><author><name>Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04262584181546462332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/SAUKbl87IcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kUbCFI67NOU/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632379717295905638.post-3712947668999678860</id><published>2008-04-03T21:07:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T22:27:46.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice to...DANCE, GAMBLE and ride the ROLLER-COASTER of LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;89 days since I got here...with some days spent in .... Bruxelles ... Bucharest ... Campina ... theoretically on the emotional curve of adaptation to a new life, I should start going up...I should be over the period of home sickness .... to be honest I think is more like an up-down game...now I'm up now I'm down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/R_VIuwxg4ZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2skyOBkpNzk/s1600-h/rollercoaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/R_VIuwxg4ZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2skyOBkpNzk/s320/rollercoaster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185130514190754194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;"  So don't fight it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;  Life is a Roller-coaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;r &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;  Just gotta ride it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....as friend Ronan is singing....and it is true! now I feel that is true...life is about choices you make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;... I got in this roller-coaster and I need to ride it not to fight it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/R_VJDgxg4aI/AAAAAAAAAE0/flIzfk5j9W8/s1600-h/gamble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 117px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/R_VJDgxg4aI/AAAAAAAAAE0/flIzfk5j9W8/s320/gamble.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185130870673039778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;...I realized it was a good choice to come to England...I am in an environment the shakes me a lot...it makes me live based on my principles more then I ever did before...trust, freedom, honesty and family-including friends are the things that I am living everyday at work or outside of work....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I don't feel fulfilled 100% but don't I want too much from the beginning? don't I want everything without too much effort? I think I do and I won't be getting anything without effort...yes life it is like a casino, you can win very easy or you can lose...one thing you need to do for sure - TO PLAY!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I took the choice to play! no matter how much it hurts ... I might lose sometimes but for sure at the end I am going to win...I will win a life with fulfillment and joy...I have a great opportunity to learn a lot...to stretch myself more than a "modelino" toy...and I am eager to do it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I had two choices: COMPLAIN and behave like a "pity me" or SEE THE POSITIVE side and live in PRESENT...no future no past...I am choosing to  enjoy every moment as it might be the last... to keep close contact with the people are dear to me and to stay true to myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/R_VJkQxg4bI/AAAAAAAAAE8/R-Xxm31aSAI/s1600-h/LatinDancing.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/R_VJkQxg4bI/AAAAAAAAAE8/R-Xxm31aSAI/s320/LatinDancing.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185131433313755570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;at the end of the day  what I have is life, thoughts, emotions...DREAMS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; why letting myself eaten by the materialistic egoistic monster when I can dance on the rhythm  of life every day... dreaming that one day I will be able to provide the stage and the music for the other to dance....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;I choose to dance , gamble and ride the life roller-coaster!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7632379717295905638-3712947668999678860?l=bebibeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bebibeb.blogspot.com/feeds/3712947668999678860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632379717295905638&amp;postID=3712947668999678860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632379717295905638/posts/default/3712947668999678860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632379717295905638/posts/default/3712947668999678860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bebibeb.blogspot.com/2008/04/choice-to-gamble-gamble-and-ride-roller.html' title='Choice to...DANCE, GAMBLE and ride the ROLLER-COASTER of LIFE'/><author><name>Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04262584181546462332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/R_VIuwxg4ZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2skyOBkpNzk/s72-c/rollercoaster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632379717295905638.post-4127499538884947900</id><published>2008-03-27T21:20:00.012Z</published><updated>2008-03-27T22:18:08.413Z</updated><title type='text'>...Intensity and confusion.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/R-wZZgxg4WI/AAAAAAAAAEU/HD_TwOcd318/s1600-h/fear.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182545197281632610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" height="148" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/R-wZZgxg4WI/AAAAAAAAAEU/HD_TwOcd318/s320/fear.jpg" width="132" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;...it took me some time to be able to put my thoughts together and have the courage to try put&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/R-wZNQxg4VI/AAAAAAAAAEM/TWR2LQlLt5I/s1600-h/fear.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt; my feelings and emotions in simple words...i don't know if intensity is the word that describes what I felt last Saturday...it felt like I was going for the most important exam in my life, or something similar...my body was shaking,my eyes were having tears...I wasn't able to focus and something inside me was happening...it is hard to put it in words...it's hard to explain how I felt...and is harder to understand WHY I felt like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;...maybe because of tiredness...because of changing the air...or maybe because of fearing to meet people that get stuck to my brain and give me hard times...one thing I know,that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/R-wY6Qxg4UI/AAAAAAAAAEE/W56ubteq3zM/s1600-h/connection.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;in the last couple of years is the first time when I let my emotions to come out without rationalising and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/R-wZ5Qxg4XI/AAAAAAAAAEc/mmvY4JheOaI/s1600-h/connection.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182545742742479218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" height="134" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/R-wZ5Qxg4XI/AAAAAAAAAEc/mmvY4JheOaI/s320/connection.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;questioning too much...it feels strange as I feel connected with people I don't know and I somehow feel what they feel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/R-wYlQxg4TI/AAAAAAAAAD8/yQ1sSDCjnlY/s1600-h/connection.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;...are we connected so much? how can we strengthen the connection and make sure we don't loose it?is it happening only with special people?...I am trying to understand this but so far it is only gets more blurry....as I think more I feel the essence is fading and disappearing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;By being far away from everything that is close to my heart sometimes I feel a deep connection and sometimes I feel disconnected...it's like I am alone in the desert and I can't even resonate with the sand or the sun...it is the most miserable feeling I had so far...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/R-wbhwxg4YI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-8UwiffOkeQ/s1600-h/disconect.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182547538038808962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="184" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/R-wbhwxg4YI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-8UwiffOkeQ/s320/disconect.jpg" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't like it and it makes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt; me lose my hope and dreams...I am always fighting to get a connection with my world and most of the times I can do, it is just this time when is longer and harder to get it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;For a long time I haven't been so quiet...not social and closed in myself...I am trying to protect myself from something that might hurt me - I am afraid to openly express my feelings to the people I care and love....I am afraid of failure....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7632379717295905638-4127499538884947900?l=bebibeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bebibeb.blogspot.com/feeds/4127499538884947900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632379717295905638&amp;postID=4127499538884947900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632379717295905638/posts/default/4127499538884947900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632379717295905638/posts/default/4127499538884947900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bebibeb.blogspot.com/2008/03/intensity-and-confusion.html' title='...Intensity and confusion.....'/><author><name>Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04262584181546462332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/R-wZZgxg4WI/AAAAAAAAAEU/HD_TwOcd318/s72-c/fear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632379717295905638.post-7188861658639413206</id><published>2008-03-16T02:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T09:42:22.770Z</updated><title type='text'>August Rush - music,connection,passion and love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;"You know what music is? God's little reminder that there's something else besides us in this universe; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;harmonic connection between all living beings, every where, even the stars.&lt;/span&gt;: the Wizard from August Rush movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 2:30 am and I am still awake...I just watched the best movie in the last couple of years...the story is simple and sad..the ending is happy as usually in Hollywood movies...but what made me get butterfly in my stomach was the music and the underlining idea of the movie ....&lt;br /&gt;this movie was the cherry on the cake for today - the connection between us as human beings, the connection with the nature and everything that is surrounding us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I think the things don't happen by coincidence...today when I went out before putting my earphones on, I've heard the sound of a flute on the street .... when I raised my eyes up I saw a blond little girl playing the flute in front of the window.When she saw me she stopped.My thought was that I wished I had the chance to play an instrument - the guitar especially...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes listen to the lyrics of the songs that are randomly playing in clubs,bars or radio while I am talking to people or when I am thinking of something, and most of the times I ask myself is the music that is influencing the discussion or the other way around?...I didn't get an answer and I am not sure I will ever get one...but one thing is certain for me: music will be the thing that will have with me no matter if I am happy or sad,home or somewhere else,alone or with other people....."it is all around us we just need to listen!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel twisted and I am not sleepy anymore...my emotions are mixed and I can't recognize any....I have a lot of thoughts running through my head and butterflies in my stomach....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch, Listen and enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="364" height="302" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-99fa690df9708357" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D99fa690df9708357%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330292957%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2EDE17C5F9E0CA7D6BC54E4B987E6EF3005E2259.2A859F0B252B10FF718C7F0168C2B00E10BE354C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D99fa690df9708357%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8nT7bcp6ayRZEsRr-PLl6jOnBpQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="364" height="302" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D99fa690df9708357%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330292957%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2EDE17C5F9E0CA7D6BC54E4B987E6EF3005E2259.2A859F0B252B10FF718C7F0168C2B00E10BE354C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D99fa690df9708357%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8nT7bcp6ayRZEsRr-PLl6jOnBpQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632379717295905638-7188861658639413206?l=bebibeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=99fa690df9708357&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bebibeb.blogspot.com/feeds/7188861658639413206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632379717295905638&amp;postID=7188861658639413206' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632379717295905638/posts/default/7188861658639413206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632379717295905638/posts/default/7188861658639413206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bebibeb.blogspot.com/2008/03/august-rush-musicconnectionpassion-and.html' title='August Rush - music,connection,passion and love'/><author><name>Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04262584181546462332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632379717295905638.post-6300434150871387876</id><published>2008-03-13T23:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T00:20:39.757Z</updated><title type='text'>Sun...Rain...Friends and Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/R9xmVM9UdqI/AAAAAAAAADc/C02KGiHS0as/s1600-h/SOARE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 105px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/R9xmVM9UdqI/AAAAAAAAADc/C02KGiHS0as/s320/SOARE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178126186010932898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;woke up in the morning and looked outside...for the first time in the last weeks I can see the blue color of the sky and no clouds...instantly I got a big smile on my face and felt that today it will be a special day...if you ask me why I can tell you that is the way I felt; now I can say that YES it was a special day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...a day of re-connection to my good friends,a day of hope and inner peace. It all started with a skype conversation with a very good friend from Austria...Even if we didn't talk since 2 months, I felt I was next to her and I could imagine her face and gestures when she was talking or listening to what I was saying...it was the first time since I am in England and stay home when I didn't feel lonely!...I realized that is not necessarily about the place where you stay if you are spiritually and emotionally connected to friends.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day didn't stop here...I decided to go out and enjoy the sun...started walking towards the center I saw a Mary-go-round (carusel) and an old men selling sugar cotton - I don't know the English name(Zucker Watte or Vata pe bat)....this reminded me of the beautiful spring days in Herastrau - Bucharest spent with Marina...a good friend from Romania...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...going around the city on streets I have never been before, I discovered a nice park and church and an opened market with fresh vegetables and fruits and old books....I bought 4 volumes of Harry Potter and couple of CDs with old music...I've got them from a stand where they were collecting money for Alzheimer disease research....the ladies at the stand were really friendly and one of them told me that she would like to see more young people opened to buy old books and donate money for charity... I am not the biggest fan of charity, but today I saw in her smile the happiness of being helped to do good for other people....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/R9xmms9UdrI/AAAAAAAAADk/w3R6vwBxnE0/s1600-h/enjoying-rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/R9xmms9UdrI/AAAAAAAAADk/w3R6vwBxnE0/s320/enjoying-rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178126486658643634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course it started raining..we are in England not in Spain:)...I started walking in the rain and know what? I enjoyed it sooo much!!! It projected me back in childhood when we used to play and run in the rain as we were told by the old people that if it rains on you you grow:))...like the plants and flowers:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a bit of going around the city I got back home and started preparing some presents for my friends from Austria...it makes me feel soooooo good when I am creating small presents and relaxes me a lot...it is a small thing but definitely  sweets up my life:)...why not doing every day something we really enjoy?? because we don't have time?I think it is a lazy excuse and we should start appreciating ourselves more and spend time to do what we like at least for short time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening was closed by a long phone conversation with a dear friend that currently lives in the US but soon will move back to Romania.I haven't seen him since about 3 years and  lately we got back in contact...we have a strange story behind us, but I still feel him as one of my best friends, as a person that is special to me and he doesn't need to do any effort to be like this - he is just himself...&lt;br /&gt;.......still today he amazed me with his thinking about sustainability and ethics...I realized he got mature and he grew up...but more I realized he believes int he same things as I do and this gave me a lot of HOPE and strength to believe in my dream of contributing to a better world...Thank You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I have other friends believing in this, he is not from the same group as they are...he is coming from a different world and still has the same view...I am happy to see that young people think of the future generations...I am happy to see that a person so close to me and I believed we are very different in thinking is on the same line....there is HOPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/R9xm9s9UdsI/AAAAAAAAADs/BTAfvN77koQ/s1600-h/fnrds.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/R9xm9s9UdsI/AAAAAAAAADs/BTAfvN77koQ/s320/fnrds.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178126881795634882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...before going to bed I got a text message from my friends from London.It is the most beautiful thing I received lately...she just says she is happy to have me as friend! This is so fulfilling and it means a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a smile on my face and peace inside me, I am going to bed....it was the best day since I came here...the sun starts shining on my street as well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632379717295905638-6300434150871387876?l=bebibeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bebibeb.blogspot.com/feeds/6300434150871387876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632379717295905638&amp;postID=6300434150871387876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632379717295905638/posts/default/6300434150871387876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632379717295905638/posts/default/6300434150871387876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bebibeb.blogspot.com/2008/03/sunrainfriends-and-hope.html' title='Sun...Rain...Friends and Hope'/><author><name>Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04262584181546462332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/R9xmVM9UdqI/AAAAAAAAADc/C02KGiHS0as/s72-c/SOARE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632379717295905638.post-2774154614842721582</id><published>2008-02-27T17:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-27T17:40:47.634Z</updated><title type='text'>Purpose in everyday life....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;another week passed by...since I am here I realized how intense my life is, and I started to identify my emotions much easier. If during the weekend I am feeling peaceful and good, this week was the worst so far...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/R8WetQQBKZI/AAAAAAAAADM/TsIQp_SazFo/s1600-h/n895295392_2357909_7681.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171714247398336914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" height="135" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/R8WetQQBKZI/AAAAAAAAADM/TsIQp_SazFo/s320/n895295392_2357909_7681.jpg" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...lack of concentration and energy, lots of questions running through my head ... loneliness and apathy... once again I realized how important social life is for me.Not only in private but as well at work.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't understand why people refuse to stick together and use a collective power of mind and put their efforts together with others...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still believe that "where there are 2 people the strength/power is bigger". I was used to work in teams all the way through a project...with ups and downs, with fights and celebrations I was always striving together with somebody else...now I find myself in the challenging environment where I need to do the things myself and what is the bad part is that I don't have anybody to challenge the way I see the things, to build on my ideas and to open my mind....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel I am going through an intense experience and I feel I get more mature....by being a part of a multinational I see that this is NOT what I want to be a part of for the future...I am still dreaming of my Kindergarten and Summer Camps projects and I will do my best to have them!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/R8WfwQQBKaI/AAAAAAAAADU/eDWWzEN_TqQ/s1600-h/_IGP2940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171715398449572258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="145" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/R8WfwQQBKaI/AAAAAAAAADU/eDWWzEN_TqQ/s320/_IGP2940.JPG" width="109" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes I ask myself why life is it going so fast? why do we need to grow up and never be able to have the restless time and no worries ... to have courage and desire to DREAM and do things that we are not used to....to be honest I am afraid...what comes up - more responsibilities, less time, less courage and not too much dreaming... - I am afraid to get trapped in the system ... in a life without meaning and fulfillment ... and everyday I am trying to find a way to connect to myself and find my purpose....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh well is not easy ... but it keeps me running to get closer to an understanding of myself and my own dreams....and I am sure I will find my way!&lt;/strong&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/7632379717295905638-2774154614842721582?l=bebibeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bebibeb.blogspot.com/feeds/2774154614842721582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632379717295905638&amp;postID=2774154614842721582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632379717295905638/posts/default/2774154614842721582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632379717295905638/posts/default/2774154614842721582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bebibeb.blogspot.com/2008/02/purpose-in-everyday-life.html' title='Purpose in everyday life....'/><author><name>Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04262584181546462332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/R8WetQQBKZI/AAAAAAAAADM/TsIQp_SazFo/s72-c/n895295392_2357909_7681.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632379717295905638.post-4959825605182424116</id><published>2008-02-20T20:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-20T20:49:53.439Z</updated><title type='text'>recharged batteries...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel good and in peace.The weekend I spent at home with my family and friends confirmed me how important they are for me and got me closer to Romania. Now I start to see myself going back to Romania and starting a life there ... a life that nowhere else I would have. Maybe not even in Austria the place that I love so much and that I feel I belong to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emotional vs. Rationa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/R7yQRQQBKXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/jGcEAVEwZNY/s1600-h/450px-Ice_Cream_dessert_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;l&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; =&gt; this weekend I did everything based on my feelings and not on my thoughts...had long evenings with my boys, told people what I feel, skipped exams even if they were my reason of being home this weekend....and all this for what? SIMPLY to make me feel good and recharge my batteries....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be surrounded by people was the thing I needed the most at this point of time...and not any person but by people I love and have a deep connection with....I took time - little but better than nothing - to meet the ones I wanted to see and have a drink or renew our connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/R7yQfwQBKYI/AAAAAAAAADE/limHkWF6jHo/s1600-h/450px-Ice_Cream_dessert_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169165347516918146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="193" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/R7yQfwQBKYI/AAAAAAAAADE/limHkWF6jHo/s320/450px-Ice_Cream_dessert_02.jpg" width="93" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I left I stayed in London and went out for a party. The strange thing is that I met a girl from Bahrain that I got to know last year this time in Austria. This made me think a lot of my connection with my friends there and the country. I miss my life there...I miss the smell of Gluehwein ... the Zanonni icecream and a walk around the Danube or Heldenplatz....a good coffe with a friend in Roast or on the main stairs of the university....I am wondering what will happen with me and Austria...me and Romania...me and the rest of the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/R7yO8AQBKWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/h1HFL2P2q6c/s1600-h/489_Breathtaking_Views_2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169163633824967010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" height="185" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/R7yO8AQBKWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/h1HFL2P2q6c/s320/489_Breathtaking_Views_2a.jpg" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week I decided I want to go and live in South America after I finish my internship in the UK...something is calling me there...I want to live the music ...to dance salsa on the beach and drink a cocktail in the shadow of a palm tree... to live a simple life and learn the language of emotions and feelings.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what will be but I am sure and eagger to make my experience and life unforgetable and I want to live every single moment! To count the moments my breath is taken and not the moments I breath....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Full Speed towards a breath-taking exeperience!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/7632379717295905638-4959825605182424116?l=bebibeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bebibeb.blogspot.com/feeds/4959825605182424116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632379717295905638&amp;postID=4959825605182424116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632379717295905638/posts/default/4959825605182424116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632379717295905638/posts/default/4959825605182424116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bebibeb.blogspot.com/2008/02/recharged-batteries.html' title='recharged batteries...'/><author><name>Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04262584181546462332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/R7yQfwQBKYI/AAAAAAAAADE/limHkWF6jHo/s72-c/450px-Ice_Cream_dessert_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632379717295905638.post-3034303718960402860</id><published>2008-02-06T20:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-06T21:32:23.156Z</updated><title type='text'>one month...a new house...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;...exactly one month ago I arrived in London....now after one month I am packing again,as I am moving into a new house closer to the center of Basingstoke together with a friend from Tirol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;...Finally we will move in a place where I can feel that there is life around.Where I live now there is a big park n front of my house and I have never seen anybody there before.It feels really lonely this area of the city-no animals,no birds,no people...only the sound of the cars from the motorway which goes along the park...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;...Since I came time goes by very fast...Monday now and soon is Friday...Sometimes I feel that the days are empty and that time passed by next to me without me taking anything out of the day...sometimes too many things happen that is hard to grasp the essence....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;...I have ups and downs - at work things are quite clear and people are fake and distant but I am fine as I've got some new friends that I spend breaks with...the evenings I spend out for gym,salsa classes or cinema,beer or window shopping....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;...Lately I've got use to pack and unpack, to feel that home is everywhere and nowhere...I have a corner everywhere in this world I am sure...I feel I am an world citizen or a snail with the house in the back all the time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;...the next months you can find me in England, afterwards I don't know...let's see...till then I will enjoy this country its culture...&lt;/span&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/7632379717295905638-3034303718960402860?l=bebibeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bebibeb.blogspot.com/feeds/3034303718960402860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632379717295905638&amp;postID=3034303718960402860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632379717295905638/posts/default/3034303718960402860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632379717295905638/posts/default/3034303718960402860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bebibeb.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-montha-new-house.html' title='one month...a new house...'/><author><name>Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04262584181546462332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632379717295905638.post-8331937638981489982</id><published>2008-02-04T19:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-04T20:02:32.900Z</updated><title type='text'>1 months is gone..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...one more day and it will be one month since i moved to the UK....I still remember the first day when Alma - my good friend living in London picked me up and took me out for a crazy night in O'Neills a crazy pub with live music...It is really cool place...good music,freedom and a lot of diversity...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Visiting some places in London  and enjoying the breeze of Thames, the light rain falling down while you are enjoying a coffee on a terrace at 12 in the afternoon on a Sunday, reminded me of my life in Austria and Romania and miss it. It is not easy to feel that you belong to two places still you are living in a different one....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/R6dut7yiBOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zM71CJ2491A/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/R6dut7yiBOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zM71CJ2491A/s320/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163217233226368226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am living in a small town close to London with 4 other young people in the house....still besides the kitchen and the bathroom nothing connects us. It is hard to be here in this small town with no person that I feel a deep connection with....sometimes I feel alone...still I am lucky to have Alma-my Romanian friend in London that makes me feel secure and relaxed whenever I spend time with her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last week was the first break down I had since I came here...getting homesick and missing friends, put me down and made me ask myself: "why am I really here?"..."Is it worth missing the moments I could spend with my family and friends ?"..."Is it really career what is my first priority?"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...I still don't have answers and more......new questions and thoughts are arising in my head....new emotions and feelings are going through my body...Sometimes I am not even able to recognize or say what I feel and why I feel like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Speaking about how I feel is hard as I tend to believe that nobody really understands me.UK is a fake environment...people are smiling because it is polite to do so....they are asking "how are you doing?" but they don't really care about the answer or how you feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... this consumes me a lot and pushes me bak in my shell....I have days when I don't speak with people and I spend a lot of time reading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This weekend I realized a lot of things regarding my life and what I really appreciate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...on Friday evening we went to a Brazilian club to celebrate the starting of the Carnival...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...South American opened spirit,people dancing samba like crazy,good music and a lot of PASSION!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Looking at the people of the London School of Samba I saw the passion and the diversity I so much feel connected to...a 60-65 years old guy,an old lady,young boys or girls,dark skin or white,in wheelchair or standing, their eyes had strong sparkles and they faces were shiny when they were playing different instruments to create a beautiful samba rhythm...in their SIMPLICITY they taught me not to loose my passion and to seek for it in everything I do...to take time to paint and dance...to play and travel...to write and cook...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunday as well was the battery recharger for my soul...qualitative time spent in pajamas having honest and open discussion,sharing thoughts with my friend,cooking and playing...laughing and feeling good made me realized that is all about how I want to see the situation....thanks alma and dan for being next to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss home a lot...I miss Austria and my friends there...I miss my sister....still I have hope and believe that this experience will make me discover new things about me and the world around...curious,excited and thoughtful I am having my eyes and ears largely opened to see what is next....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7632379717295905638-8331937638981489982?l=bebibeb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bebibeb.blogspot.com/feeds/8331937638981489982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632379717295905638&amp;postID=8331937638981489982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632379717295905638/posts/default/8331937638981489982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632379717295905638/posts/default/8331937638981489982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bebibeb.blogspot.com/2008/02/1-months-is-gone.html' title='1 months is gone..'/><author><name>Beb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04262584181546462332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IPb8b20oIWk/R6dut7yiBOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zM71CJ2491A/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
