<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13207956</id><updated>2009-11-05T08:59:32.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"There is only one success - to be able to spend your life in your own way"</title><subtitle type='html'>And when the broken hearted people, living in the world agree,there will be an answer, let it be.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luciat.nomadlife.org'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciat.nomadlife.org/default.aspx'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349936859474005970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>152</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13207956.post-2784666234748758663</id><published>2009-11-05T08:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T08:59:18.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When the brain doesn't give you answers ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I feel now that I lived this before.. that's exactly what kills me.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it always happens when it comes down to love, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I believe I found the person I wanna spend the rest of my life with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person is incredible smart, critical, analytical, fast ...&lt;br /&gt;This person is simply gorgeous, he melts me when he speaks and I die every time he smiles ...&lt;br /&gt;This person is strange and a little bit tough on me, but he does love me as I love him ...&lt;br /&gt;This person is what I was needing, I need now and I will need in the future ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is enough for a girl who has spent the last years of her life stuck to illusions, people far far away and intangible future. Good things look almost impossible to happen and there should usually be something wrong ... (just too good to be true, as the song says).&lt;br /&gt;This predisposition disables any heart to feel freely and enjoy the moments! Hmmm, I guess this is what is happening.&lt;br /&gt;Uncertainty has been my worst enemy during the last couple of years and when it is not around, I can easily create some drama around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I try to reflect about my situation, I don't find answers. WHY? Because I don't find a concrete reason why this is happening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUT THEN ...&lt;br /&gt;How can I repair collateral damages caused by the heart, from a rational perspective?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13207956-2784666234748758663?l=luciat.nomadlife.org%2Fdefault.aspx' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/2784666234748758663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/2784666234748758663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciat.nomadlife.org/2009/11/when-brain-doesnt-give-you-answers.html' title='When the brain doesn&apos;t give you answers ...'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349936859474005970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05688146246550068714'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13207956.post-2840023317584169617</id><published>2009-11-03T10:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T10:31:31.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm broke but I'm happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I'm poor but I'm kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I'm short but I'm healthy, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o_jrrbMvAYo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o_jrrbMvAYo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;What it all comes down to&lt;br /&gt;Is that everything's gonna be fine fine fine&lt;br /&gt;'cause I've got one hand in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;And the other one is giving a high five :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13207956-2840023317584169617?l=luciat.nomadlife.org%2Fdefault.aspx' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/2840023317584169617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/2840023317584169617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciat.nomadlife.org/2009/11/im-broke-but-im-happy-im-poor-but-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349936859474005970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05688146246550068714'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13207956.post-5973574136690622888</id><published>2009-09-18T10:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:33:55.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Does she arrive to the Netherlands?</title><content type='html'>Wow! There are almost three months and I hadn't appeared before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorry, but this arrival took me more than expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading my last post in order to get the sequence again and I found tons of words, expressing how confused I was before coming here. Now I think about it and I consider that it is quite normal. I was scared, excited, worried, and happy and the fact of being broken hearted didn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived to NL at the beginning of June and I found in the airport of Brussels, 6 amazing and tall individuals waiting for me. They were they people I'm currently working: my MC team. Afterwards, we were the next two days in team days; getting to know each other and trying to build our team.&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, I went to my first day of transition and I met the former MC! They were also great people from whom I learned quite a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://luciat.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/Team-786691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://luciat.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/Team-786688.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weeks passed really quickly, among take over sessions, AI transition party, first AB meeting and first days at the office. I was kind of lost in Rotterdam, always taking the wrong train, metro or tram. Besides, my bike was stolen, so I had to walk to everywhere for some days :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days after was time for getting prepared for IC; so, I started all exchange related initiatives for IC and other fun stuff, such as buying stroopwafels, dropjes and a lot of alcohol for the Dutch windmill game. Also, I got a very nice and typical Dutch outfit (please check the picture). &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://luciat.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/Rub-and-me-705921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://luciat.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/Rub-and-me-705918.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Malaysia truly Asia was awesome!!! I like it a lot, mostly the FOOD! Indian, chinese and malayan food in 1 country, I just love it. We travelled around for 3 days before the conference, trying to relax a little bit after a lot of weeks of take over and hard work. at the end, we were even more tired but vey excited for the conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://luciat.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/Malaysia-724154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://luciat.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/Malaysia-724150.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IC was wonderful! I met with old friends around the world what made me feel old in @!~but still, I enjoyed it a lot. Fortunately and as we say in Colombia (culo de leche), I shared my room with Luisa and Lore!!!! I was so so happy :) we spent such a great time, talking about our experiences in KZ, Belgium and NL, about boys, about us! Somos exitosas, estamos donde queremos y hacemos lo que queremos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm back in the Netherlands, working a lot and enjoying every moment. I promise I'll be back, writing some other stories!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13207956-5973574136690622888?l=luciat.nomadlife.org%2Fdefault.aspx' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/5973574136690622888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/5973574136690622888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciat.nomadlife.org/2009/09/does-she-arrive-to-netherlands.html' title='Does she arrive to the Netherlands?'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349936859474005970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05688146246550068714'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13207956.post-3422452696606769771</id><published>2009-09-10T06:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T07:09:13.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Y cuando creiste haberlo visto todo ya ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nos gastamos mas de la mitad de la vida buscando a alguien que se parezca tanto a nosotros, para que nos lo llevemos a la casa y podamos emprender una especie de aventura sentimental. Pero siempre decimos que tiene que ser igual a mi, como si nosotros fueramos la gran cosa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De repente a uno le pasa que despues de un rato de tratar de conseguir a gente asi, uno descubre que despues de un tiempo ella sale del cuarto, saca la cebeza y dice noche, y uno le contesta dia: porque si nada mas!   Uno le dice blanco, ella dice negro; a uno le gusta el futbol, a ella le gusta el beisbol,&lt;br /&gt;Y entonces uno comienza a cometer errores: uno trata de largarse del lugar , voltea a ver y se supone que tendria que estar, pero se largo antes que nosotros.&lt;br /&gt;Uno va y busca por la vida un nuevo camino y se busca a una mujer que se parezca mucho a nosotros, una que le guste el futbol tambien. Y se consigue a una chica que le guste el furbol y ella se consigue a un tipo que le guste el beisbol y cada uno emprende su nuevo camino.&lt;br /&gt;A mi me paso y era impresionante cuando empece a salir con esta chica porque yo decia, hoy tengo ganas de no se, como de ir al cine y ella me decia es justo lo que estaba pensando, yo tambien quiero ir al cine. Ibamos a un bar y yo pedia un tequila y ella decia, yo tambien quiero un tequila, me encanta el tequila.&lt;br /&gt;entonces se convirtio todo en algo tan martavilloso, y tal organizado y tan perfecto, que me bastaron tan solo 14 dias para aburrirme totalmente de aquella mujer. Mientras por el otro lado, la que se fue con el beisbolista estaba padeciendo la misma historia, solo que ella aguanto un poquito mas que yo: aguanto quince dias.&lt;br /&gt;Al dia numero 16, nos hablamos por telefono, nos citamos en un cafe, charlamos por un rato, y llegamos a la maravillosa conclusion que para ser amigos es importantisimo ser bastante parecidos y afines, pero para ser amantes y amarse, no hay nada mejor en el mundo que ser distintos... por eso escribi esta cancion ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricardo Arjona&lt;br /&gt;QUIEN DIRIA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13207956-3422452696606769771?l=luciat.nomadlife.org%2Fdefault.aspx' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/3422452696606769771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/3422452696606769771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciat.nomadlife.org/2009/09/y-cuando-creiste-haberlo-visto-todo-ya.html' title='Y cuando creiste haberlo visto todo ya ...'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349936859474005970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05688146246550068714'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13207956.post-2770390385054828519</id><published>2009-06-16T16:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T17:04:13.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Assesing my Strengths</title><content type='html'>I just found an assesment tool created by The International Leadership Strengths Research Project of Mr David Pollay from the University of Pennsylvania. The project aims "to encourage leaders to fully develop their strengths in support of their goals".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the assesment, these are my strengths:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="100%" align="left" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="graphTitle"&gt;Your Top Strength&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span id=""&gt;&lt;!--Ektron CMS FormBlock--&gt;&lt;p class="strengthScore"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Honesty, authenticity, and genuineness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an honest person, not only by speaking the truth but by living your life in a genuine and authentic way. You are down to earth and without pretense; you are a "real" person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--/Ektron CMS FormBlock--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="graphTitle"&gt;Your Second Strength&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span id=""&gt;&lt;!--Ektron CMS FormBlock--&gt;&lt;p class="strengthScore"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Industry, diligence, and perseverance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work hard to finish what you start. No matter the project, you "get it out the door" in timely fashion. You do not get distracted when you work, and you take satisfaction in completing tasks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--/Ektron CMS FormBlock--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="graphTitle"&gt;Your Third Strength&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span id=""&gt;&lt;!--Ektron CMS FormBlock--&gt;&lt;p class="strengthScore"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hope, optimism, and future-mindedness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You expect the best in the future, and you work to achieve it. You believe that the future is something that you can control.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--/Ektron CMS FormBlock--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="graphTitle"&gt;Your Fourth Strength&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span id=""&gt;&lt;!--Ektron CMS FormBlock--&gt;&lt;p class="strengthScore"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bravery and valor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a courageous person who does not shrink from threat, challenge, difficulty, or pain. You speak up for what is right even if there is opposition. You act on your convictions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--/Ektron CMS FormBlock--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="graphTitle"&gt;Your Fifth Strength&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span id=""&gt;&lt;!--Ektron CMS FormBlock--&gt;&lt;p class="strengthScore"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gratitude&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are aware of the good things that happen to you, and you never take them for granted. Your friends and family members know that you are a grateful person because you always take the time to express your thanks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="strengthScore"&gt;(5  of 24)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="strengthScore"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="strengthScore"&gt;Just try it ! It´s very interesting :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="strengthScore"&gt;http://www.authentichappiness.sas.upenn.edu/AIESEC/profile.aspx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="strengthScore"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13207956-2770390385054828519?l=luciat.nomadlife.org%2Fdefault.aspx' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/2770390385054828519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/2770390385054828519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciat.nomadlife.org/2009/06/assesing-my-strengths.html' title='Assesing my Strengths'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349936859474005970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05688146246550068714'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13207956.post-2484908497589663564</id><published>2009-06-11T09:25:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:58:47.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Balancing the whole damn thing</title><content type='html'>Today is the 11th of June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The time to go is getting closer, but it´s going so slow that I´m able to think in the meanwhile what should I do before going and after arriving. So, it´s easy for you to imagine how many thoughts are coming and going out of my mind these last days. Sometimes, I build a whole new world and suddenly it just fades out, because better things can happen or I figure out that it´s going to happen differently ( jajajaja, this is a very funny exercise. But do not try it too much, because it can put your mental stability in risk)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the main purpose of this strange introduction is contextualizing about my current situation. At this moment, I feel the necessity to post something, because my life has been in a kind of rollercoaster last weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Closing the 1st MC Chapter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 29th of May I ended my term as Mc VP OGX of AIESEC in Colombia. This Friday I experienced a bittersweet feeling, because I´m very satisfied with my work during this term and with the work of the team in general, so it makes me feel very happy. But, this day I was alone (only with Cami) at the office and it was exactly when I felt that the experience was over. Everybody is starting their new lives and MC ALL STARS is now another wonderful and legendary MC team.&lt;br /&gt;The term was full of great moments with my new best friends around the world, despite some bad situations and people who really made the time in the office harder. Even though, It hasn´t been the same without them :S . Learning was in the air and in every part of our home and office, so I´m very thankful to every single person who was part of this lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://luciat.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/MC-team-783257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 157px;" src="http://luciat.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/MC-team-783255.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://luciat.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/IC3-740485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 200px;" src="http://luciat.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/IC3-740483.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lore, Luisi, Rosa, Pixaela, Mory and Cami … you made my days happier and you guys were my shelter when I was (vuelta shit). I love you so much !   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transition from being MC VP OGX of Colombia  to MC VP OGX of AIESEC in the Netherlands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow … I must confess that being MC VP X of AIESEC in Colombia was my dream since I joined AIESEC. I always tried to specialize on X management and get excellent results in order to be able to lead X in my country. And I finally did it. Now, I can´t believe that it all passed by and now, I´m preparing to be the same but in the Netherlands. I met wonderful individuals who made all efforts worth enough … my VPs . I was VP before but I only understood the real meaning of being VP when I was MC. These are the people that you as MC count on, the ones who make your dreams come true and are the proof of impact and development. Some people, besides of being my VPs, became my friends and now I can say that this is the best I obtained from my MC experience. AIESEC in the Netherlands is a big challenge that I´m about to face in some weeks. I do not know what to expect because there are so many things that this country represents to me right now …   I will tell you some months later about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://luciat.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/x-team-716047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://luciat.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/x-team-716045.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you AIESEC in Colombia (180 OGXs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leaving on a jet plane, don´t know if I´ll be back again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. it is strange to leave your city .. I already did it when I moved to Bogota one year ago. But somehow, I know that I was close (Ok, only 18 hours by bus, 1 hour by plane) But now, it´s different! I will be all by myself in a new country, without Guest Family or something like that; just a couple of nice people who for sure will become my family soon. But still, I will miss my family! Mom, Dad, Orne, Ori, Javi, Abuelos  Don´t know if I will come back again (I mean, for long time). I hope not. This is the time I have to travel and discover my passions. I´ll keep you updated about that too. I just hope to find soon a place which I call home; it´s very important to me! (Dutch atmosphere sound good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://luciat.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/familiy-766225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://luciat.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/familiy-766222.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://luciat.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/2894_172765875612_787435612_6602712_709840_n-734340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://luciat.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/2894_172765875612_787435612_6602712_709840_n-734337.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And your personal life? … Should I answer to that question?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm … I know, I know … always talking about bad experiences, bla bla bla … and how sad I feel about my love situation. Well, it stopped some weeks ago, when I realized how fortunate I am for being rounded by amazing people who give me love in all sizes, flavors and colors. And this is how I see love now … full of colors and possibilities. Resuming my love life, I would say that I need to live definitively more intense experiences to have real arguments to curse love. So far, I haven´t so I promise not to curse again.    jajajaja [I only hate and curse about someone … but as I told him I don´t hate him, I guess it doesn´t count. But deep inside I do feel some kind of resentment. You know …  it´s like when you have the opportunity to tell someone that he hurt you for real. But the person does not realize  that … but how? If you do not tell him the truth! Something like that is the situation. I promise I will say this, I´m just waiting for the right moment] OK besides this last big bracket, I can tell you that right now I enjoy the time with my friends in Bogota! Curiosity is killing me from time to time, but it is under control. (jajajaja)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://luciat.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/amigos-748553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 139px;" src="http://luciat.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/amigos-748549.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let´s see what these new days will bring … I´ll keep you updated! Kisses &amp;amp; Hugs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13207956-2484908497589663564?l=luciat.nomadlife.org%2Fdefault.aspx' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/2484908497589663564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/2484908497589663564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciat.nomadlife.org/2009/06/balancing-whole-damn-thing.html' title='Balancing the whole damn thing'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349936859474005970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05688146246550068714'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13207956.post-8464540867116647242</id><published>2009-05-22T13:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T13:58:33.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fantasy is simple&lt;br /&gt;Pleasure is good and twice as much pleasure is better&lt;br /&gt;Pain is bad and no pain is better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But reality is different&lt;br /&gt;The reality is that pain is there to tell us something&lt;br /&gt;And there is only so much pleasure we can take without getting a stomachache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe that's okay&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some fantasies are only supposed to live in our dreams&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/13207956-8464540867116647242?l=luciat.nomadlife.org%2Fdefault.aspx' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/8464540867116647242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/8464540867116647242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciat.nomadlife.org/2009/05/fantasy-is-simple.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349936859474005970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05688146246550068714'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13207956.post-7053831470042726253</id><published>2009-05-19T15:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:27:16.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homenaje a Mario Benedetti Q.E.P.D</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t7s4PTgEEj4&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t7s4PTgEEj4&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g4INTP_fmPk&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g4INTP_fmPk&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13207956-7053831470042726253?l=luciat.nomadlife.org%2Fdefault.aspx' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/7053831470042726253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/7053831470042726253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciat.nomadlife.org/2009/05/homenaje-mario-benedetti-qepd.html' title='Homenaje a Mario Benedetti Q.E.P.D'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349936859474005970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05688146246550068714'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13207956.post-2697116973820374939</id><published>2009-04-30T16:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T16:23:33.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rating my life ¿?</title><content type='html'>I found this in someone else´s blog and it is kind of weird; however, it´s interesting how my life looks like when I rate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it ... it has strange questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" style="border: 1px solid #333333; margin: 10px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="border: none; font: bold 16px sans-serif; background: #ffddbb; color: #000000; padding: 5px; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;This Is My Life, Rated&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 18px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: 1px solid #333333; border-left: none; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 18px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: 1px solid #333333; border-left: none; border-right: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/greblubar.gif" height="12" width="144" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 7.2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/greblubar.gif" height="12" width="140" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Body:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/blupurbar.gif" height="12" width="172" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 8.6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Spirit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/grebar.gif" height="12" width="116" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 5.8&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Friends/Family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/yelgrebar.gif" height="12" width="94" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 4.7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/orbar.gif" height="12" width="42" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 2.1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Finance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/greblubar.gif" height="12" width="144" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;" /&gt; 7.2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="border: none; border-top: 1px solid #333333; font: bold 14px sans-serif; background: #ffeedd; padding: 5px; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/life/rate_my_life.html" style="color: #0000ff;"&gt;Take the Rate My Life Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13207956-2697116973820374939?l=luciat.nomadlife.org%2Fdefault.aspx' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/2697116973820374939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/2697116973820374939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciat.nomadlife.org/2009/04/rating-my-life.html' title='Rating my life ¿?'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349936859474005970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05688146246550068714'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13207956.post-8816021539165196589</id><published>2009-04-29T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T13:15:27.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Las FARC: grupo beligerante?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comentario acerca de columna escrita por el ex presidente López Michelsen referente a status de beligerancia a las FARC (31 de Octubre 1999 – Periódico El Tiempo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Luego de leer la columna escrita por el ex presidente López Michelsen, donde mencionaba la posibilidad de conceder el estatus de beligerancia limitada a las FARC, anoto los siguientes puntos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Considero que no se puede hablar de un estatus de beligerancia limitada ya que al otorgarles dicho estatus, no se tendría verdadero control de qué aspectos se limitarían de los derechos y deberes que recibiría este grupo armado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Si bien se podría exigir la aplicación del Derecho Internacional (DDHH y DIH) ya que pasarían a ser sujetos oficiales con carácter estatal, las FARC no tienen actualmente un dominio efectivo de una porción significativa del territorio colombiano, no tienen sostenibilidad operacional ni han sido reconocidos por ningún otro sujeto; esto indica que no cumplen con las condiciones para ser beligerantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Se facilitaría el canje humanitario debido a que hablaríamos de intercambio de “prisioneros de guerra” sin embargo, teniendo en cuenta que este término contempla a combatientes solamente, cabria resaltar que actualmente también hay secuestrados civiles (políticos, económicos) que no entrarían dentro de esta categoría.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hay que tener en cuenta también que los prisioneros de guerra solo se juzgarían por crímenes de guerra según el DIH; sin embargo, muchas de las razones por la cuales, guerrilleros están hoy día en la cárcel, corresponden a delitos políticos. Además, si hablamos de crímenes de guerra, restringiríamos al estado a perseguirlos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A este punto en la historia del conflicto, no podríamos dejar a un lado todos los delitos políticos en los que este grupo armado a incurrido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Si el carácter de beligerante se le otorga a las FARC y se convierte en un sujeto oficial ante la comunidad internacional, podría correrse el riesgo de la creación de un conflicto internacional que traería peores consecuencias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13207956-8816021539165196589?l=luciat.nomadlife.org%2Fdefault.aspx' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/8816021539165196589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/8816021539165196589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciat.nomadlife.org/2009/04/las-farc-grupo-beligerante.html' title='Las FARC: grupo beligerante?'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349936859474005970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05688146246550068714'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13207956.post-6904861314943196765</id><published>2009-04-29T10:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:17:22.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It takes some time to realize that LIFE IS JUST WONDERFUL  !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://luciat.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/britto-heart-kids-2800283-706967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 175px;" src="http://luciat.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/britto-heart-kids-2800283-706965.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes no time to fall in love&lt;br /&gt;But it takes you years to know what love is&lt;br /&gt;And it takes some fears to make you trust&lt;br /&gt;It takes those tears to make it rust&lt;br /&gt;It takes the dust to have it polished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://luciat.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/pio-726110.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 171px;" src="http://luciat.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/pio-726107.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a crane to build a crane&lt;br /&gt;It takes two floors to make a story&lt;br /&gt;It takes an egg to make a hen&lt;br /&gt;It takes a hen to make an egg&lt;br /&gt;There is no end to what I'm saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a thought to make a word&lt;br /&gt;And it takes some words to make an action&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://luciat.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/cara.triste-748930.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 73px; height: 73px;" src="http://luciat.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/cara.triste-748928.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://luciat.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/happy-face-703404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 69px;" src="http://luciat.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/happy-face-703402.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it takes some work to make it work&lt;br /&gt;It takes some good to make it hurt&lt;br /&gt;It takes some bad for satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la la life goes full circle&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la life is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Ah la la la la la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/13207956-6904861314943196765?l=luciat.nomadlife.org%2Fdefault.aspx' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/6904861314943196765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/6904861314943196765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciat.nomadlife.org/2009/04/it-takes-some-time-to-realize-that-life.html' title='It takes some time to realize that LIFE IS JUST WONDERFUL  !'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349936859474005970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05688146246550068714'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13207956.post-3442394287361436788</id><published>2009-04-28T13:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:36:46.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ADMINISTRACION POR VALORES: Relacion entre Lideres y Liderados ( caso de la vida real)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://luciat.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/the-corporation-764853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 164px;" src="http://luciat.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/the-corporation-764852.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Un componente muy importante dentro de la RSE es el marco moral que guía el comportamiento de la empresa como agente moral en el contexto donde se encuentra y está constituido por valores que son teóricamente promovidos por los líderes de las corporaciones. Muchas veces, nos encontramos este tipo de prácticas y posiblemente, como consumidores o solo simples observadores, nos logramos sentir deleitados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y cómo no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son empresas, cuyos empleados trabajan en un ambiente de respeto, toAlerancia y alto enfoque a resultados; son empresas, cuyos gerentes son íntegros, criados bajo valores muy sólidos de integridad y honradez; son empresas, cuyos accionistas, son visionarios, piensan en como maximizar las ganancias de su negocio por medio del desarrollo del potencial del talento humano de la organización. Sin embargo, algunas veces estas impresiones llegan a ser engañosas y existen casos donde los líderes no son realmente las personas más consideradas con sus liderados, no reconocen cuáles son sus motivaciones y mucho menos actúan bajo un marco de valores. Podemos decir entonces, que la administración por valores solo es una imagen que catapulta las estrategias entorno a RSE y no es un sistema que se maneje dentro de las corporaciones. A continuación, explicare entonces como algunos casos expuestos en el libro de Ken Blanchard, “Administración por Valores” son también implementados aparentemente por grandes, medianas y pequeñas compañías, pero donde realmente, no se aplica ni un poco lo que se predica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el libro encontramos un capitulo que habla del Proceso APV (Administración por Valores), en cual consta de 3 FASES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fase 1: Aclarar nuestros valores, propósitos y visión&lt;br /&gt;Fase 2: Comunicar nuestra misión y nuestros valores&lt;br /&gt;Fase 3: Alinear nuestras prácticas diarias con nuestra misión y nuestros valores. ¹&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada fase representa los pasos por medio de los cuales se puede empezar en corporaciones un cambio hacia la Administración por Valores; entre ellos encontramos desde la aclaración de los valores, propósitos y misión, hasta como se deben alinear con el día a día de la organización. Cuando afirmo que algunas veces las empresas no administran verdaderamente por valores, no quiero transmitir en mensaje de que se presente lo opuesto; ósea, que falte absolutamente un marco moral y que estas empresas no sean integras. Y lo explico con el siguiente ejemplo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el caso de las Fases, tenemos un líder que en sus primeros días de trabajo conoce a su nuevo equipo y trabajan en la creación de la visión, propósitos, metas y valores; asimismo, crearon planes de acción donde se detallaba cuando y como se harían cada una de las actividades que guiarían el día a día.  Este ejercicio es hecho por todos los miembros del equipo y al final todos terminan contentos con los resultados.  Va pasando el tiempo, y unos notan que hay algunos que no recuerdan la visión y su trabajo no está enfocado hacia el objetivo común de la organización; además,  el ambiente en la oficina se torna cada vez más hostil, ya que el líder esta permanentemente ausente y sus liderados se indisponen pues lanza falsas acusaciones sobre cosas que no hacen o hicieron mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En este caso, se hizo exactamente lo que dicen las fases; se creó la visión, valores y objetivos; luego se comunicaron y finalmente se alinearon con el día a día. No obstante, hay había que tener en cuenta CUAL debía ser el rol de cada miembro del equipo, haciendo especial énfasis en el líder como cohesionador y responsable del cumplimiento de todo lo planeado. Esto es exactamente lo que pasa en las empresas. Encontramos casos de estudio donde en el papel es óptimo lo que sucede, pero dentro de la dinámica empresarial, existen baches inmensos; específicamente, la relación líder-liderado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El perfil del líder es el siguiente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es una persona empática, amable, influyente, maquiavélico, egoísta y muchas veces abusador. La mayoría de veces, hace que la culpa de errores colectivos, recaigan en una sola persona (que no es el); no admite retroalimentaciones y por lo general, no hace nada que contribuya a las metas organizacionales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El perfil del liderado en el siguiente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personas que por un lado son muy capaces, competentes y exigentes, pero que no son lo suficientemente fuertes para enfrentar la incompetencia del lider. La mayoría de veces, son personas que dependen económicamente del rol que poseen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me concentro en el rol del líder ya que en el libro también encontramos 3 actividades importantes que caracterizan al líder que administra por valores:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Realizar&lt;br /&gt;2. Conectar&lt;br /&gt;3. Integrar ²&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mi parecer, la responsabilidad de este proceso es del líder, pues es la persona que ve desde afuera la gestión de cada miembro del equipo, debe responsabilizarse del desarrollo de los miembros del equipo para alcanzar las metas personales y organizacionales relacionadas con su equipo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es común que muchos líderes no lleguen al 3 punto, que es integrar Realizar y Conectar – y eso es precisamente lo que no hace que la administración por valores sea asimilada a conciencia en las corporaciones y que no genere el valor agregado esperado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplemente son lideres que se enfocan en su desempeño individual pero recibe el elogio de la victoria colectiva. ESTE ES PRECISAMENTE EL LIDER QUE NO NECESITAMOS EN NUESTRA SOCIEDAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El punto es identificarlos y tratar de desmantelar todo el teatro alrededor de estas personas tan particulares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¹ Blanchard, Ken y Michael O´Connor. ADMINISTRACION POR VALORES. 1997&lt;br /&gt;² Blanchard, Ken y Michael O´Connor. ADMINISTRACION POR VALORES. 1997&lt;br /&gt;³Bhattacharya, C.B. Korschun, Daniel. Sen, Sankar.  Strengthening Stakeholder–Company Relationships Through Mutually Beneficial Corporate Social Responsibility Initiatives. Journal of Business Ethics (2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-    Asif SalamMohammad, Corporate Social Responsibility in Purchasing and Supply Chain. Journal of Business Ethics (2009)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13207956-3442394287361436788?l=luciat.nomadlife.org%2Fdefault.aspx' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/3442394287361436788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/3442394287361436788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciat.nomadlife.org/2009/04/administracion-por-valores-relacion.html' title='ADMINISTRACION POR VALORES: Relacion entre Lideres y Liderados ( caso de la vida real)'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349936859474005970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05688146246550068714'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13207956.post-3880668838021542553</id><published>2009-04-17T17:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T17:12:45.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cave Theory</title><content type='html'>Today is Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The weekend is about to start and I still have a lot of things to do :S. During this week, I´ve been very busy with AIESEC and Uni stuffs, + plus Dutch visa! So far, I can say that this has been a very common week; however, there´s something about it what´s making me feel HAPPY and CALM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after thinking about it for a while, I came into the conclusion that I´m finally taking life easier; I´m not freaking out about irrelevant stuffs and I´m valuing every moment I spend with friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://luciat.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/85204688-745389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="http://luciat.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/85204688-745387.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok... thinking a little bit more about what I just said and taking into account that I love creating theories, I want to share something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It´s called the CAVE THEORY and it is about a cave (in the sea or ground, doesn´t matter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see this picture, you´re "watching" from the inside to the outside, right? So, let´s suppose that this happens in real life when you feel sad, with no hope or expectation (inside) but you know how exactly to get out and see the bright side (outside); actually, you´re seeing the way and the light, but you´re afraid to make the first step. (Sounds familiar ah?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, continue looking at this picture ... and now imagine that you´re inside the cave, in the water and you wanna go out. Is it not obvious that the solution is swimming a little bit to the light and in some seconds you´ll be out? :) You don´t even need to jump or get out the water!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happens in life! It´s not about the effort, but about the willing and attitude you put when doing things. Sometimes you wanna get out of a problem; you know how to do it, but it´s something that stops you ... It´s very common! So, you just need to know which what´s is stopping you and get over it, delete it! Later on, you will see the situation in a clearer way and you´ll swim to the light. Probably, you´re gonna feel stupid because from the beginning you were in the same water and you won´t believe how easy was to get out. (jajajaja, that´s the funny part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continue creating stupid theories, but deeply inside I know they are worthy. For instance, I just applied this and it worked. That´s why, I´m feeling happy and calm right now. I looked to the bright side and got out the problems without any hesitation :) and I didn´t need to move to another country, change my name or feel embarrased!&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/13207956-3880668838021542553?l=luciat.nomadlife.org%2Fdefault.aspx' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/3880668838021542553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/3880668838021542553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciat.nomadlife.org/2009/04/cave-theory.html' title='The Cave Theory'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349936859474005970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05688146246550068714'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13207956.post-8475099319663584358</id><published>2009-04-11T21:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:41:28.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Week .... bringing a bunch of different feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Heeeeey !&lt;br /&gt;These days have been just great ... :D&lt;br /&gt;I spent the last week with my family and some friends, visiting cool touristic places in the "coffee zone" of Colombia (besides the biggest event: my sister´s weeding):P.&lt;br /&gt;So, this new environment, fresh air, beautiful landscapes, wedding, family, made me reflect about different things that are happening in my life right now; bad and good ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pain, you just have to ride it out, hope it goes away on its own, hope the wound that caused it heals. There are no solutions, no easy answers, you just breath deep and wait for it to subside. Most of the time pain can be managed but sometimes the pain gets you where you least expect it. Hits way below the belt and doesn't let up. Pain, you just have to fight through, because the truth is you can't outrun it and life always makes more. Wow !! powerful words ... and it was exactly what happened; I felt a strong hit below my belt, and though it wasn´t a physical one, it&lt;span class="clickable" onclick="'dr4sdgryt(event,"&gt;&lt;span class="qex"&gt; knocked me down with just one blow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Hope ... Es mejor perderse que nunca embarcar, mejor tentarse a dejar de intentar,aunque ya ves que no es tan facil empezar. Se que lo imposible se puede lograr, que la tristeza algun dia se ira y asi sera, la vida cambia y cambiara ! Sentiras que el alma v&lt;a id="KonaLink1" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.lyricsdownload.com/diego-torres-color-esperanza-lyrics.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:11;color:#000e00;"   &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="border-bottom: 1px solid orange; color: orange ! important; font-weight: 400; position: static;font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:11;color:#0000e0;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;uela por cantar una vez mas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; At some point, you have to make a decision. Boundaries don't keep  other people out. They fence you in. Life is messy. That's how we're made. So,  you can waste your lives drawing lines. Or you can live your life crossing them.  But there are some lines... that are way too dangerous to cross.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take 5 inutes to reflect towards any important decision in your life. People and situations are not as they first show up ... be careful, because no one is gonna tell you what is wrong or right, what is true or false.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not avoid happiness. Most of the time, it is in front of you, ready to be enjoyed ! Decide to be happy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perdonar de corazon es muuuuuuuuuuuy dificil, pero hay que hacerlo. Toma tiempo, lagrimas, mala vibra, pero al final vale la pena. Es un gran camino hacia la paz interior.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not worry: Right minds couldn´t be wrong so many times ...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where is God? Don´t know yet,any clue?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have the fortune to love and be loved, by the right people :D. They teach me everyday that love comes if you really deserve it. The only way to deserve it´s giving deep and true love too. This way, you learn how to love and how to receive and value love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I never realized before that I´m gonna miss my friends sooooo much. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Karma exists ! and I´m afraid of it ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;TO BE CHECKED THREE MONTHS LATER  !&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/13207956-8475099319663584358?l=luciat.nomadlife.org%2Fdefault.aspx' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/8475099319663584358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/8475099319663584358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciat.nomadlife.org/2009/04/holy-week-bringing-bunch-of-different.html' title='Holy Week .... bringing a bunch of different feelings'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349936859474005970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05688146246550068714'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13207956.post-4754681145668628088</id><published>2009-03-29T20:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:10:44.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Choosing who I want to remain close ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://luciat.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/amigos-778877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://luciat.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/amigos-778874.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the end of the day, when it comes down to it, all we really want is to be close to somebody. So this thing, where we all keep our distance and pretend not to care about each other, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is usually a load of bull.&lt;/span&gt; So we pick and choose who we want to remain close to, and once we've chosen those people, we tend to stick close by. No matter how much we hurt them, the people that are still with you at the end of the day - those are the ones worth keeping. And sure, sometimes close can be too close. But sometimes, that invasion of personal space, it can be exactly what you need.&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/13207956-4754681145668628088?l=luciat.nomadlife.org%2Fdefault.aspx' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/4754681145668628088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/4754681145668628088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciat.nomadlife.org/2009/03/choosing-who-i-want-to-remain-close.html' title='Choosing who I want to remain close ...'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349936859474005970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05688146246550068714'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13207956.post-54856220434399055</id><published>2009-03-27T21:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:30:38.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking 5 minutes to reflect ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://luciat.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/85148101-725650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://luciat.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/85148101-725648.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the end of the day faith is a funny thing.&lt;br /&gt;It turns up when  you don't really expect it. Its like one day you realize that the fairy tale may  be slightly different than you dreamed.&lt;br /&gt;The castle, well, it may not be a castle.  And its not so important happy ever after, just that its happy right now.&lt;br /&gt;See  once in a while, once in a blue moon, people will surprise you , and once in a  while people may even take your breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Meredith Grey (Grey´s Anatomy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let´s say that life hasn´t been so good to me these last days ... let´s say that hope and faith are not my dearest friends right now, however, I´m trying to take advatanges of every situation whether is good or bad, nice or hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite some unfortunate situations, such as visa issues, some people who lied to me in very shameless way and others, who  deeply disappointed me, I have had the support of real friends, who made last days easier. I have gotten to know them better and valued their presence. Besides, knowing that in short time I´ll be far away from my country, my family is now one of my main priorities and I try to spend most of my time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I´m looking on the bright side, building my future while enjoying my time in Bogota, in the colombian MC, with LCs and other friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´m aware I cursed a lot about the bad things that just happened, but for sure, I have more GREAT things to be happy and thankful for. And there is exactly where I´m right now :) ...&lt;br /&gt;My next destination is a cool country, where there are people expecting new things and sucess. I´m very bad letting people down (jaja) so, I´m sure this experience will be one of the best in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the fifth minute and I already said what was passing through my mind ... during the five after, I´ll be watching a movie ... and expecting to recover my faith and hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day, evening and night :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/13207956-54856220434399055?l=luciat.nomadlife.org%2Fdefault.aspx' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/54856220434399055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/54856220434399055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciat.nomadlife.org/2009/03/taking-5-minutes-to-reflect.html' title='Taking 5 minutes to reflect ...'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349936859474005970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05688146246550068714'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13207956.post-8360610799450839192</id><published>2009-03-16T13:17:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:56:22.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Para ser visto, algunos años despues</title><content type='html'>Puedo comenzar este post en español, ingles, portugues, aleman, dutch, kazajo ... pero realmente no importa ! Los siguientes videos son subidos hoy, cargados de expectativas y amor, muchoooo amor :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hablaremos al respecto, algunos años despues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_ZobluGy3Ks&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_ZobluGy3Ks&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L--cqAI3IUI&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L--cqAI3IUI&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I4Dsq9NtiIo&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I4Dsq9NtiIo&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_I98YwJt5LU&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_I98YwJt5LU&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13207956-8360610799450839192?l=luciat.nomadlife.org%2Fdefault.aspx' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/8360610799450839192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/8360610799450839192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciat.nomadlife.org/2009/03/para-ser-visto-algunos-anos-despues.html' title='Para ser visto, algunos años despues'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349936859474005970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05688146246550068714'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13207956.post-5191117978372806880</id><published>2009-02-25T18:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:07:34.604-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My 25</title><content type='html'>1. I wish I could be host of No Reservations Program in Discovery Travel &amp;amp; Living Channel (like Tony Bourdain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I´m excessively proud of being Colombian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Though I´ve had bad experiences with long distance relationships, I continue falling in love with people far away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love eating ice cubes; it´s an obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I need music for almost every activity I do. I´m a very anxious person, so music calms me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. For me, there is only one success in life: Be able to spend your life in your own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I always wanted to be professional basketball player. (WNBA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I must admit that I´m in love with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Germany is my second nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I´m a complete bitch sometimes; sorry, I can´t help it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. One of my professional goals is related with the creation of an educational institution for special children, where they can have the opportunity to receive the needed therapies and become productive somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I feel very lucky to have two wonderful sisters (Oriana and Ornella), who are genius each one in their own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I love 2nd World War and holocaust related topics. I´m kind of obsessed! Some years ago, I felt that I was part of the SS in my previous life and I killed myself because I was against Nazi ideology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I realized that sometimes it's wrong to walk away from people or things, though you think it's really over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I feel like shit when I had it all and let it slip away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I must live once in Paris, Mumbai, London and Rio de Janeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I wish I could talk with God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I believe that when you love someone, you really do anything to be with the person; there is no place for fears, frustrations or regrets. When you don´t love someone, you let the fears take over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I like Disney Movies such as: Alicia in Wonderland, Cinderella, Mermaid, Aladdin and Pocahontas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I used to be from the left wing; revolution was my passion, Marx and Engels my gurus and Che my secret role model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I cried when I first saw Titanic and Armageddon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I know exactly what I want and how I want it ... hmm, scary ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I want to spend my last days with the person I love by my side.(btw, I´m scare of death)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Barranquilla is the best city in the world. If I´m far away from there (as I´m now), I will always remember its moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. My friends are the best; the girls, Chicks, Cami, Perez and Sweetie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13207956-5191117978372806880?l=luciat.nomadlife.org%2Fdefault.aspx' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/5191117978372806880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/5191117978372806880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciat.nomadlife.org/2009/02/my-25.html' title='My 25'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349936859474005970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05688146246550068714'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13207956.post-6451426941345731615</id><published>2009-02-25T10:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T10:40:28.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing here, changing there ...</title><content type='html'>Last week I received great news: I was selected to be the next MC VP OGX of AIESEC in the Netherlands 09-10. Today, some days after, I´m still assimilating the whole thing, cause it implies a lot of changes; first of all, the fact of moving to Rotterdam, having a leadership role in one of the top performing countries in the network and learning from this amazing culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://luciat.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/rotterdam-734049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://luciat.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/rotterdam-734046.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right now, I have a lot of things to be done and finished, such as my role here in @ Colombia and my university. My mind is a mess due to all these factors, but still, I feel calm. If you know me enough , you can deduce that´s one of the most relevant stuffs in my life: Know what the hell I´m going to do in certain period of time; as I always said: No estar en el aire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, professional side: CHECKED !!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there are still some parts of my life with a huge question mark and I´m waiting for some signals; I think I already got one, but don´t know ... it is as one friend says: nebulosa total!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I could have the power of making all things right (at least the ones which affect directly my life). But I can´t ... shit happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to change here, let´s see when and how change starts there!    &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/13207956-6451426941345731615?l=luciat.nomadlife.org%2Fdefault.aspx' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/6451426941345731615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/6451426941345731615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciat.nomadlife.org/2009/02/changing-here-changing-there.html' title='Changing here, changing there ...'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349936859474005970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05688146246550068714'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13207956.post-290687796630931928</id><published>2009-02-17T15:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T16:58:53.507-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You and I both</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="284"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WHNGZC9rfao&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WHNGZC9rfao&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="284"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... I love this song.&lt;br /&gt;It certainly represents what I´m passing through right now....&lt;br /&gt;I´m happy but things can be much better ... ALWAYS REMEMBER THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13207956-290687796630931928?l=luciat.nomadlife.org%2Fdefault.aspx' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/290687796630931928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/290687796630931928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciat.nomadlife.org/2009/02/you-and-i-both.html' title='You and I both'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349936859474005970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05688146246550068714'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13207956.post-7631135883111123206</id><published>2009-02-06T17:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T17:58:18.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MC All Stars &gt; BREAKING RECORDS !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://luciat.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/MC-team-787094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 236px;" src="http://luciat.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/MC-team-787090.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, AIESEC in Colombia achieves&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;200 exchanges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;during MC All Stars term. This is the first time in our 51th years of history(during an MC term), that the country has this number of exchanges. There are still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;107 exchanges&lt;/span&gt; left to achieve our final goal ! Next months will be full of work, dedication and a looooot of passion spread around the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE BELIEVE IN THIS, SO WE´LL GET IT ! &lt;br /&gt;Congratulations AIESEC in Colombia&lt;br /&gt;Good Job LCs, Good Job MC All Stars :)&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/13207956-7631135883111123206?l=luciat.nomadlife.org%2Fdefault.aspx' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/7631135883111123206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/7631135883111123206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciat.nomadlife.org/2009/02/mc-all-stars-breaking-records.html' title='MC All Stars &gt; BREAKING RECORDS !'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349936859474005970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05688146246550068714'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13207956.post-371921194728094551</id><published>2009-02-01T14:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T15:34:52.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning Hands by Morrisette</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TXSGYJ_kT30&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TXSGYJ_kT30&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, this could be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;messy&lt;/span&gt;, but you don´t seem to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What part of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;our history's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;reinvented&lt;/span&gt; and under rug swept?&lt;br /&gt;What part of your &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;memory is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;selective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and tends to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forget?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What with this &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it seems so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;obvious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell the world cuz &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;you're such a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;thing when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;you're done&lt;br /&gt;up properly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I might want to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;marry you&lt;/span&gt; one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; if you watch that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weight and keep your firm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;body&lt;/span&gt;&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/13207956-371921194728094551?l=luciat.nomadlife.org%2Fdefault.aspx' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/371921194728094551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/371921194728094551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciat.nomadlife.org/2009/02/cleaning-hands-by-morrisette.html' title='Cleaning Hands by Morrisette'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349936859474005970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05688146246550068714'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13207956.post-94766802138217237</id><published>2009-02-01T14:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T14:55:51.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I already jumped  ... now, expecting a safe landing !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://luciat.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/jump-714298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://luciat.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/jump-714294.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Counting the minutes, preparing myself and challenging fears!&lt;br /&gt;Stay tunned!&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/13207956-94766802138217237?l=luciat.nomadlife.org%2Fdefault.aspx' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/94766802138217237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/94766802138217237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciat.nomadlife.org/2009/02/i-already-jumped-now-expecting-safe.html' title='I already jumped  ... now, expecting a safe landing !'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349936859474005970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05688146246550068714'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13207956.post-5235223738420013092</id><published>2009-01-14T20:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:05:24.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Before going ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don´t worry!! I´m not going to die, but I won´t be around for the next weeks.&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, I start one of the best parts of my job: LC VISITS!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the next days, I will have the opportunity once again to coach and train 3 different LCs, in 3 different cities; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bogota, Manizales and Cali&lt;/span&gt;. Besides, I´ll meet very good friends and live AIESEC from its heart. AIESEC in Colombia is now one of the most progressive countries in the network because of the LCs, so as MC, we focus on them to deliver experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of this tough time in my life, I´m gonna have the chance to become more aware of my current professional and personal situations and try to overcome them. Fortunately, I have the right people around me, who always warn me about potential risks.&lt;br /&gt;I know that Feb and March are going to be decisive; I´m waiting for the universe to conspire in my favor... cross you fingers too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let´s see :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tschüssie &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/13207956-5235223738420013092?l=luciat.nomadlife.org%2Fdefault.aspx' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/5235223738420013092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/5235223738420013092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciat.nomadlife.org/2009/01/before-going.html' title='Before going ...'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349936859474005970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05688146246550068714'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13207956.post-6951209715875491668</id><published>2009-01-13T18:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T18:19:29.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to forget, what an adventure!</title><content type='html'>Well.... just a little post to set THE PRECEDENT !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to forget is one of the hardest things ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times did you said "I´m so over him/her!!!" jajajaja when deep inside you know that´s bullshit :P&lt;br /&gt;We do it because we believe it´s the first step to forget; and you know something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT´S WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaja ... I´m the one who thinks that denial is not the way to forget. We just need to accept our feelings and deal with them. Afterwards, there are some actions which help us to get over someone, but don´t push yourself. It´s a process where we need to live each stage and then finally we can move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we speed up and maybe we are leaving behind a great opportunity ... sometimes, not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends are wondering about this... so, here is my opinion. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13207956-6951209715875491668?l=luciat.nomadlife.org%2Fdefault.aspx' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/6951209715875491668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13207956/posts/default/6951209715875491668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luciat.nomadlife.org/2009/01/trying-to-forget-what-adventure.html' title='Trying to forget, what an adventure!'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13349936859474005970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05688146246550068714'/></author></entry></feed>