One of the best days of the year

Finnair update: I went to the airport this morning and picked up my luggage. It was sent on the first flight from Helsinki this morning and all the interior of the bag was ok but they fucked up the exterior since only the side handle is still usable while the pulling handle is torn out and 90% destroyed. Oh well, shit happens.

Other than that, I couldn’t be more happy. Today was a wonderful day and I can say that spending the holidays in your home town is something everyone should do once in a while: seing some unfamiliar places might be nice but spending time with some of the people you love and care about is more than awesome. If I were to make a combination of my ideal place to live in, I would mix some of the people I know in Romania with a few people I know in Denmark and live in Aarhus, with the Romanian prices and food but with the Danish salaries.

Oh, did I mention I’m in love?

speak later.. It’s Santana gig tomorow evening!

Back in .ro

I arrived in Romania around 7 hours ago and I drank 2 beers already cause I needed it: Finnair has lost my luggage and the luggage’s of 6-7 other travelers. We filled out all the forms and now we can just hope that we will get them back.

The thing is that I have made a stop over in Helsinki and then I headed for Bucharest but there are some people who only went from Helsinki to Otopeni and their luggage still hasn’t arrived. We weren’t give any explanation and I don’t know what to do: my wardrobe and all my souvenirs are gone and the only clothes I have left are a pair of shoes, the white jeans, a shirt and some long sleeves. I do hope Finnair will find those luggage’s otherwise God knows what us will do. This is tottally , tottally, unacceptable!

Here’s a short log I kept in the last day, I am going to bed now, using my brother’s short pants cause I don’t have anything else to wear and the heat in Bucharest is astounding even during the night.

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BEGINNING: 06:27
I just arrived in Copenhagen Airport. The sun is shining more than what I had expected but this is a good thing cause it keeps me awake. I left Skjoldhoj kollegiet around 11 PM last night and I got to the train station in Aarhus at 12. Waiting for the train to the airport was not as harsh as I thought it would be since I just solved some crosswords, drank a cappucino and hanged around. However, the journey on the train was not how I expected it to be: although it was a Wednesday to Thursday night, the train was packed and I am so happy I paid those extra 30 kroner to book a seat. Another thing that kept me awake while on the train was the movie I decided to watch: Watchmen, the extended edition. 3 hours full of everything you could want (I skipped some nudity scenes since there was a 13 year old next to me and I didn’t want to give the wrong impression).
Among the things I have forgotten to buy are the batteries for the camera. I was just about to buy them from 7-11 but I changed my mind when I noticed that I have paid 40kr on a 0.5 liters bottle of coca-cola. Oh well, I guess that’s just how the prices are everywhere around here and it’s just a pity that they wouldn’t take euros. Meh, it’s alright though.
I’m gonna shut down the laptop now in order to save some battery so I’ll be able to write more from Helsinki and why not, from the plane (although I am surely going to be sleeping on the way to Bucharest).
God damn it, I am so nervous!
END: 06:32
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BEGINNING: 09:05 AM
I now regret the fact that I didn’t book an earlier flight to Helsinki. I am just hanging around the airport (literally) with a huge thirst but no way I am paying another 40kr for that coca-cola! I am not tired anymore and I feel just fine like I have been awake for 3 or 4 hours I was just hanging around outside and I heard a couple speaking Romanian so I talked a little with them. The lucky bastards had Czech Airlines tickets and are due to arrive in Bucharest around 2 PM. Oh well, at least I won’t feel the heat of the concrete as they will hee hee.
I am getting pretty bored but I think I will survive. The flight I was talking about earlier will depart in around 1h40m so I could have done the checkin since now instead of just walking around with this (hopefully less than) 20kg luggage. Meh, I am wondering who is actually going to read this article but anyway
Well, I honestly don’t think I am going to write anything else from Copenhagen so I ‘ll continue this article when I’ll be in Finland! Hurray!
END: 09:09 AM
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Farewell, Denmark

This might be the last article written by me while being on the Danish territory in the following month and something. I am not sure if I am going to get any internet connection on the train from Aarhus to Copenhagen but I might as well try.

I am very nervous. Actually, my heart is pumping out of my chest at the momment and I have no idea how I’m going to make it pump less. Well, there isn’t much to say except that I am extremely looking forward to a particular meeting on Friday with a certain special person

Well, that’s it for now, Denmark! See you soon with your blaze of glory and your soul-hurting winters. If you don’t hear from me, I’m either too happy to go online or check the news Just for fun, here’s the map of my travel to come. All the best!

Just being nostalgic

I am getting closer and closer to the Romanian holiday I have so been looking forward to. With each hour that passes, I get more and more nervous although I have stopped drinking coffee a couple of days ago.

I did a lot of midnight laundry since I am going to take a lot of clothing to Romania and they had to be clean of any smell.  My luck was that I was being kept company by one of the most caring people that I have met whom I will not see again at least for the following 6 months. Therefore, time passed by fast and I didn’t even realise when it got to be 2 o’clock.

A couple of minutes ago, I decided to make a little bit of order through my stuff and separate the needed stuff from the useless. That is when I ran over some old documents which now belong to my personal history: my first days in Denmark. Among the things that I have found, I can count the luggage sticker from the plane, my first bus ticket bought in Aarhus, the first receipt from the store we have in the campus and it all seems such a long time ago…

I feel like I have grown up and that now I am a lot more mature. During these (almost) 11 months I have managed to separate good from bad, realise who of the people I know are my friends and who are not, realise who can be my friend because we might have a special connection and so on. There are a lot of scenes that I could talk about but I’ll just remember a few. First of all, I will never forget my first flight to Denmark. I will never forget how embarassingly disoriented I was when I got off the plane and I had to claim my luggage. Nor will I ever forget the moment when I bought the train ticket to Aarhus and some random bloke was just standing in front of me with a Carlsberg in his hand. IN THE AIRPORT! (It all seems so natural at the moment) I’ll always remember the floor that I have slept on in my first night in Aarhus or the way I pronounced “Skjoldhoj kollegiet” at the beginning. I’ll always keep in mind my best friends’ face when she realised that the laptop she had forgotten outside the cantine was delivered by me to her seat in the class. May I also count the first time we went out at McDonalds (the school cantine was closed) and we developed this odd but twinish friendship and school cooperation? The list could go on and on and if I were to tell at least a story about each of the people I care about, the scroll of your web browser would be as tiny as an ant.

My room has a view to the street and for the past 2 weeks I have seen dousins of people carrying their luggage towards the bus station. I have mostly ignored them until I saw someone that I know and I realised that that’s the way things work when you study abroad: people come and people go. I was having a talk while eating an ice-cream with another friend of mine and she told me about the future whereabouts of most of the people I know and whom, most likely, I will never see again. That didn’t make me sad…

It didn’t make me sad just because I realised that we all have a path to follow in life and no matter how much others will miss us, we have to do what we feel inclined to do. It made me realise that although you spend a limited ammount of time around some people, only some of them are the chosen ones and are destined to be your friends. These friends will keep in contact with you even if they are 10.000 kilometers away and they will never think anything bad about you just because they heard something or saw some silly picture of you on Facebook. Can true friendship be achieved in such an environment? I say it does but it’s all up to you: if you deserve to have friends, you will surely have them.

Since I have derailed a little from the main nostalgy topic, I am going to go back to it. Denmark has taught me, over the past months, how it’s like to live and survive by myself. Before I left, I was called a coward just because I didn’t enjoy the idea of studying in the Romanian educational system and I was criticised for “trying to avoid problems”. I am not going to make any further comments except: whoever criticised me was wrong. I would like to see them struggling for survival, asking themselves whether to buy pasta or potatoes, doing their own laundry and cleaning their own room just because you have to. I would also like to see them able to sustain such a learning rhytm at school and meet with all the expectations the teacher or the employer might have. I am not bragging, I am just showing the middle finger to the people that tried to descourage me before coming here and almost convinced me to postpone the meeting with life.

I sometimes miss the problemless (wtf word) life I used to have but now I wouldn’t trade this path of life for anything else. Although I have the feeling that I am not in the right place, I do know that I know the right persons and this will always be the most important. I don’t have to say any names, you people know who you are.

I used to be naive. Now I’m a dreamer with falling hearts around my head.

Why not?

I was often criticised that I am not launching too many web projects although I have the skills to do so. At first, I thought “Well, is that just because I am lazy?”. The answer is no. I am lazy but that doesn’t have anything to do with my will of making some money, you know.

I look at persons around my age who buy dozens of domains and have a very abstract idea about what they are going to use that web domain for. I simply can’t do that. Nor will I ever agree with blog networks (that’s how they call themselves cause they are actually article networks, this was talked about here) which don’t bring anything new to the internet.

I see people trying to reinvent the weel by adding a small feature and then expect to make loads of money. Do you guys know how many ideas I dropped out just because there was already something existing which is slightly the same? I really don’t see the point of creating a website which has some features similar to the ones existing on another website. I know, I know, you are just trying to give it a shot but I simply can’t agree with it. I go by the following principle: You either try to be better than the best or just stay the fuck in your seat. Don’t create a search engine unless you know for a fact that your search alghoritm is better than google’s. Don’t create a social media platform unless it’s better than Facebook and so on. Just don’t. Don’t flood the internet with crappy websites. My time is way too precious to hang around online and be pissed off by the mediocre websites I randomly see.

I would like to find out some opinions, especially from katmai, vlad and serban.

This doesn’t happen too often

I am not sure if I am the only one experiencing this but I have been listening to the following song since I woke up in the afternoon and it filled me with joy and optimism. Tam tanana nanam tam tanana nanam…

Rhetorical Questions

I’m sure you guys know those apocalyptic movies about the end of the world. The media announces the upcoming disaster and everybody starts to panic. In any of these movies, there has to be a group of people who are breaking into some electronic shops and you see some of them running away with a TV in their arms. What the hell are they going to do with a TV ?!?!

Do the japanese people use chinese sticks?

Have you noticed how some people go to the mountain for one night and they take a huge backpack with them? They shove in it all kind of stuff they find throughout the house just so it looks cool. There is an incognito contest between the members of a group who are going to the mountain together: may the man with the largest backpack win!

Well well well, 4 days remaining! I bet the Romanians can already smell my stench