tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57270164980219528752009-02-21T17:45:17.535+01:00My Blog----------------------- françois dominique rossé -----------------------François Rosséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119038570571379495noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727016498021952875.post-10425613250351497552008-11-14T15:12:00.002+01:002008-11-14T15:12:57.048+01:00Bad Times - Really Bad TimesI'm currently more active on another blog project...<br /><br /><a href="http://reallybadtimes.blogspot.com">http://reallybadtimes.blogspot.com</a><br /><br />Check it out...;)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5727016498021952875-1042561325035149755?l=frouzi.blogspot.com'/></div>François Rosséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119038570571379495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727016498021952875.post-59900102027451993092008-08-27T11:57:00.000+01:002008-08-27T11:58:45.164+01:00InterventionSee, what drugs can do to you!<br /><object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" width="464" height="388"><param name="movie" value="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf?af2c813e"><param name="flashvars" value="key=aa15baae2b"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><embed flashvars="key=aa15baae2b" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" src="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf?af2c813e" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="464" height="388"></embed></object><div style="text-align: center; width: 464px;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5727016498021952875-5990010202745199309?l=frouzi.blogspot.com'/></div>François Rosséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119038570571379495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727016498021952875.post-37456194161440154552008-08-11T22:02:00.005+01:002008-08-13T08:48:45.768+01:00God Bless Paris...Piece of Evidence #1<br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AJEsAi5n3fM&amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"></embed><br /><br /><br />Piece of Evidence #2<br /><br /><object height="388" width="464" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"><param name="_cx" value="12277"><param name="_cy" value="10266"><param name="FlashVars" value=""><param name="Movie" value="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf?96d0a705"><param name="Src" value="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf?96d0a705"><param name="WMode" value="Window"><param name="Play" value="-1"><param name="Loop" value="-1"><param name="Quality" value="High"><param name="SAlign" value=""><param name="Menu" value="-1"><param name="Base" value=""><param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""><param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"><param name="DeviceFont" value="0"><param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"><param name="BGColor" value=""><param name="SWRemote" value=""><param name="MovieData" value=""><param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"><param name="Profile" value="0"><param name="ProfileAddress" value=""><param name="ProfilePort" value="0"><param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"><param name="AllowFullScreen" value="true"><embed width="464" height="388" flashvars="key=64ad536a6d" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" src="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf?96d0a705" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5727016498021952875-3745619416144015455?l=frouzi.blogspot.com'/></div>François Rosséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119038570571379495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727016498021952875.post-23301937313931900832008-06-23T19:09:00.002+01:002008-06-23T19:09:50.599+01:00Movie Sounds<object width="378" height="318"><param name="movie" value="http://www.sf.tv/videoplayer/embed/90e66d7b-538c-4921-a072-d2dbbeee041f"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="scale" value="noscale" /><embed src="http://www.sf.tv/videoplayer/embed/90e66d7b-538c-4921-a072-d2dbbeee041f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="378" height="318" scale="noscale" allowFullScreen="true" salign="lt"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5727016498021952875-2330193731393190083?l=frouzi.blogspot.com'/></div>François Rosséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119038570571379495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727016498021952875.post-63272826648253249592008-05-29T20:30:00.003+01:002008-05-29T20:32:45.800+01:00The (Oval) OfficeFor any fan of the American Version of "The Office" with Steve Carrell &amp; Co. Thanks to <a href="http://sara.nomadlife.org/2008/05/social-networking-wars.html">that post</a> for the inspiration...<br /><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1vxaiw03YIg"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1vxaiw03YIg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"The Office Theme"</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5727016498021952875-6327282664825324959?l=frouzi.blogspot.com'/></div>François Rosséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119038570571379495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727016498021952875.post-55582756513604123192008-05-07T21:21:00.003+01:002008-05-07T21:21:41.576+01:00Classe Politique: Supporting Eveline<object width="378" height="246"><param name="movie" value="http://www.sf.tv/videoplayer/embed/eddc9e77-2a69-4736-abd8-c4ca52010f2b"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="scale" value="noscale" /><embed src="http://www.sf.tv/videoplayer/embed/eddc9e77-2a69-4736-abd8-c4ca52010f2b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="378" height="246" scale="noscale" allowFullScreen="true" salign="lt"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5727016498021952875-5558275651360412319?l=frouzi.blogspot.com'/></div>François Rosséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119038570571379495noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727016498021952875.post-24969473716412633522008-04-30T21:07:00.006+01:002008-04-30T21:48:32.261+01:00The Looooooooooong PostI decided to blog again, remember? Well, that was one month ago. Now it's time to stick to that and actually start writing... As my thoughts aren't very structured, this is just going to be a very looooooong post....! You'll see!<br /><div style="text-align: center;">*******<br /></div><br />A lot has happened since I wrote the last post. AIESEC-wise, I discovered more and more TM "stuff" (Jeroen would be happy about this expression...). I went to the mentoring training conducted by IBM, which was a very enlightening experience to me.<br />Just after that, I attended "my" TtT (as all AIESECers sooner or later are supposed to attend "their" TtT...). We were supposed to facilitate two sessions in pairs, of which one would be prepared right during the conference. My teammate was Jenni, my VPX-colleague from Zurich. We knew it right when we heard about the team allocation, but boy, were we a dream team. It seemed like we worked so complementarily together, that our sessions came out pretty well.<br /><br />Then, in mid-april, I attended Kick-Off for the second time. I was inscribed in the GOldie track (together with a handful of others, the low amount of GOldie delegates actually led to a quite stressful conference experience for poor Abey, the GOldie responsible). On the first night of the conference, me Nadja and Christoph from Zurich and Abey our faci came together and talked about the upcoming track. We redesigned the agenda according to our needs and ended the session with a massage circle. I was actually really looking forward to attending the track, little did I know that this would have been my last GOldie session at Kick-Off.<br /><br />Before the conference, I was asked by Simone to help out at one or two sessions at the XPS track together with Ravaka. On Friday night of the conference, we actually found out that we would each be responsible for a home group for the following two days. After the faci meeting with all the XPS facis, the two of us ended up preparing our sessions together, one more nervous than the other.<br /><br />The next morning, I literally couldn't eat breakfast as I was so nervous to be a home group faci for the first time, I just drank lots and lots of tea. After a short introduction in plenary, we started our home group sessions right away. I have to admit, after just a few minutes, my nervousness completely went away and I was able to enjoy myself. Ravaka's homegroup and mine shared the same room, which gave us two the possibility to exchange ideas and be the ecstatic "this is so cool saying and at the same time jumping up and down" faci-newbies...<br /><br />This night was party night. After awards night, when Jenni came up to me and just said the right thing at the right time (if she remembers...), I decided to party to the fullest, not thinking too much about the following day and my faci duties. Rational thoughts led me to still have two hours of sleep in the end.<br /><br />The next day was strange. There were some very productive and some less productive sessions that day. Highlights of the day:<br /><ul><li>facilitating together with Jenni, just as we did at the TtT... (once again: boy, were we a dream team!!! Thanks, Sweetie!)</li><li>getting a faci t-shirt at the closing plenary and doing the faci roll call on stage...;)</li></ul>All in all, this faci experience was very valuable for me. My home group newies were just great and I was really integrated in the faci team, although not having been at the premeetings. I went to the conference with the expectation of being a delegate and facilitating just a few sessions and ended up being a full-time faci for two nights and two days. Just the day after the conference, I fell sick (fever and this "stuff")... It was worth it!<br /><br />Bottom line (mentoring training / TtT / facilitating at Kick-Off): I gained a lot of self-confidence and self-awareness out of this, realising that the way I see myself might not be the way others perceive me. Soomething you should never forget.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">*******<br /></div><br />I discovered again in the last few weeks, how connected I feel to Bern. It's not like I have a vast social network in this city, still I feel very confortable here. My personal like and dislike list for the city (to be continued):<br /><br />+ the architecture<br />+ the coziness and the easy-going flow of the city<br />+ all those details I noticed since I've been here, details which make this place so "vivid"<br />+ the big construction site at the train station square (I looooove watching construction sites, if they include public transportation: heavenly...;)<br />+ the "Rosengarten", one of the nicest places in the city... (not at night!)<br />+ the "officialness" of the city, having a federal office at every corner and of course the federal palace, this monument of "colossal modesty" (very fitting for this country)<br /><br />- when the coziness turns into slowliness and a "can't work my ass off, sorry!" attitude (sometimes protrayed by the indigenous)<br />- the provincial attitude<br />- that I get confused with Germans because of my dialect...<br /><br />All in all, Bern is not as vibrant as other world capitals, but it's the place to be...;) (bear in mind that the IC Global Village took place here once)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">*******<br /></div><br />On a more personal and "strangely fitting to this blog note", I discovered again, that my music collection on my iPod isn't actually that bad. There is one artist, of which I have only 6 tracks, but this is the music I can always listen to. The artist is called Joe Purdy. No matter in which situation I am, his music is able to put me in the right mood: sentimental, melancholic, optimistic,... choose what you like. I can only recommend to listen to his music once in a while, it's really worth it...<br /><br />This would be the place for a very wise and inspiring ending sentence. What about this: <span style="font-style: italic;">"As my uncle always said: Those are my values! If you don't like them, I have others..."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"My 6 Songs by Joe Purdy"</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5727016498021952875-2496947371641263352?l=frouzi.blogspot.com'/></div>François Rosséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119038570571379495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727016498021952875.post-37442131128862398452008-03-29T14:53:00.005+01:002008-03-31T16:28:43.319+01:00My BlogHello, blogo-sphere!<br /><br />After some time of not-really-blogging-anymore-ness, I decided thanks to <a href="http://katlicious.blogspot.com/">her </a>and <a href="http://lauraannelene.blogspot.com/">her </a>and <a href="http://cileia.blogspot.com/">her </a>and definitely some <a href="http://www.facebook.com/">other people</a> to start blogging again. I don't know about what, but we'll see. Thanks to <a href="http://lauraannelene.blogspot.com/">her</a>, for the inspirational change of your blog design. I'll blog from blogspot now, too in order to have complete (and easier) creative freedom.<br /><br />This is <a href="http://frouzi.blogspot.com/">my blog</a>. Yep...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >"UFO" - Plüsch (kitsch, I know. but it's My Kitsch.)<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5727016498021952875-3744213112886239845?l=frouzi.blogspot.com'/></div>François Rosséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119038570571379495noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727016498021952875.post-37554041033869399572007-12-15T17:21:00.000+01:002007-12-15T18:11:23.454+01:00Elections and ImpressionsThis week was a very interesting one for me... First of all, a new Executive Board for AIESEC Bern was elected on Monday (<a href="http://aiesecbern.blogspot.com/2007/12/eb-of-20082009-is-elected.html">see AIESEC Bern's Blog</a>). A very emotional night in all possible ways. But this is another story...<br /><br />Apart from that experience (that of course will change my daily life drastically) another election took place in Bern: the "Gesamterneuerungswahl des Bundesrates", the Elections of the Federal Council. Any yes: the ominous Christoph Blocher was not reelected, Eveline Widmer-Schlumpf was elected instead. This happened on Wednesday, but as media told, she would only declare her acceptance (or not) on Thursday.<br />After I've heard, that there would be a rally on the Federal Square next morning, Kathrin and I spontaneously decided to join it. At 7 in the morning. Of course, we arrived there only at 7.40. Still, we were able to witness the magical moment of her acceptance on the Federal Square while listening to the radio. Ten seconds later we had a microphone of the TSR (Francophonic Television) in our face and babbled something in French. We laughed about it at Starbuck's afterwards...;)<br /><br />On Friday, i joined the MC open day. You can read my official statement <a href="http://oneyearinbern.blogspot.com/2007/12/mc-open-day-we-get-to-say-something-too.html">here</a>. Anyway, it was really a good experience and did leave an impact on me... (I'll come back to this later...)<br /><br />After the Open Day, a small group of us took the train to Geneva, for the Pakistani Dinner hosted by the Genevan EB at Bilal's Place. Not that many people came unfortunately, but maybe this was even a good thing. The atmosphere was very relaxed, friendly and it was just so cool and refreshing to have such a night. We ate a wonderful dinner, talked, played games (sounds lame, but actually very cool discussions were intitiated by them...) and just had a great time.<br />The next morning, Kathrin and I took the train back to Bern, half sleeping half discussing once again very hot topics. Since the train was heading for Lucerne, we spontaneously decided to just stay in the train and visit the Museum of Transport. Arriving in Bern, we decided (just as spontaneously) not to do so and stay in Bern to study....;)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://frouzi.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/DSC05826-764883.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://frouzi.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/DSC05826-764354.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Federal Square in the early morning</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://frouzi.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/DSC05829-722273.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://frouzi.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/DSC05829-721739.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Federal Palace</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://frouzi.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/DSC05833-736459.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://frouzi.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/DSC05833-735872.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Kathrin &amp; me<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://frouzi.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/DSC05839-727010.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://frouzi.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/DSC05839-726460.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">;-)<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://frouzi.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/DSC05840-766498.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://frouzi.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/DSC05840-765909.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Oli &amp; Kathrin</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://frouzi.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/DSC05860-787639.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://frouzi.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/DSC05860-787102.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Delicious Pakistani Food</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://frouzi.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/DSC05857-786904.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://frouzi.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/DSC05857-786327.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Jelena &amp; me<br /><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://frouzi.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/DSC05861-752734.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://frouzi.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/DSC05861-751470.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">The small big gang. Ravaka, Rene, Oli, Bilal, Kathrin, Me, Jelena, Nadja, Sara.<br /><br /></span></div>While having these various discussions with all those people, my mindset shifted a little bit. The questions whether to apply for the MC or not became once again very present and although I still have the same preference, I'm not that sure anymore.<br /><br />Time will tell, now it's time to focus on my exams again and to enjoy the Christmas time. I think I felt some of the real Christmas spirit for the first time today, when shopping in Migros for groceries and passing by the small assortment of Christmas goods. Now I have about 2 weeks to enjoy it...;)<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >"It's all been done" - Bare Naked Ladies</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5727016498021952875-3755404103386939957?l=frouzi.blogspot.com'/></div>François Rosséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119038570571379495noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727016498021952875.post-57446670050330569572007-11-24T18:14:00.000+01:002007-11-24T18:35:52.091+01:00What the HellThis week was weird. Not only this week, acutally the last few weeks in general. The one thing I'm constantly thinking about is the big change that is going to come soon. EB elections are coming up in about two weeks... (!!!) At that time I will know, who my successor's going to be. To whom I will pass on what I've done, what I've processed and learnt during this amazing year. Our team experience is going to be finished. We'll be able to pass our LC on to the next generation.<br /><br />It feels strange that something that had this huge affect on you for one year is soon going to be over. Or is it?<br /><br />Ten days after my last blog entry, things have cleared up about the near future. I've made some decisions during that time, yes. But the further future is still very blurry. Too many options again. Isn't this weird... (no interrogation mark here!)<br /><br />People are trying to persuade me, are telling me to do things, to apply for positions. What the hell? What if I don't want to apply for <span style="font-style: italic;">certain </span>positions. What if I don't feel ready for <span style="font-style: italic;">certain </span>positions? What if my head tells me something else than my... heart, stomach, scar on my back...? (whatever part of the body you might want to choose...)<br /><br />Decisions aren't about what you're supposed to do, what you want to do or what other people want you to do. They are about what feels right. And right now, it feels right to make decisions at a later time. To move certain experiences further ahead. To concentrate on me, myself and my personal development.<br /><br />In a year from now, looking back on this time, I might regret that I didn't do enough notes taking, diary filling and blogging. But I will remember this time as being very stressful, very reflective... a time of great change. Change that might have been hard to take at certain points. But one, that was well thought through. One that doesn't need to evoke regrets. One that felt and still feels <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">right.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">"Camille et Franck" - Ensemble C'est Tout Soundtrack</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5727016498021952875-5744667005033056957?l=frouzi.blogspot.com'/></div>François Rosséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119038570571379495noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727016498021952875.post-90702459500929301842007-11-14T14:18:00.000+01:002007-11-16T18:35:13.498+01:00OptionsOptions... When we don't have them, we'd like to. When we do, we hate it because decision making is up to us and not to the external world anymore.<br /><br />I'm just listing a few options here, <span style="font-weight: bold;">not</span> in any order of preference or so, ok? Just listing them...<br /><br />- random Goldie<br />- LCP<br />- NST<br />- eXchange<br />- CEED<br />- MCVP<br />- AI (just kidding...;)<br /><br />I sorted them in an order of preference <span style="font-weight: bold;">for myself</span>, especially during and now after DO-IT I've been thinking about this a lot. But I'm not telling. Not yet. Still, decisions have to be taken soon. Not that I would have time to think. I can't elaborate on it yet. Oh boy...<br /><br />I'm open for any kind of remarks, though...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><br />"Juicy" - Better than Ezra</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5727016498021952875-9070245950092930184?l=frouzi.blogspot.com'/></div>François Rosséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119038570571379495noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727016498021952875.post-11685809548273509022007-10-17T16:38:00.001+01:002007-10-17T16:46:35.375+01:00...still: ProcrastinationHell, I'm even procrastinating my blogging activities...<br /><br />Let me sum it up for you:<br />- big busy month<br />- exams<br />- new semester<br />- recruitment<br />- trying to reconnect with Basel<br />- my first general national elections<br />- today: last warm fall day of the year... trying to absorb the sun for the last time...<br /><br />I just have no time. Starting to be so busy, dass ich meine Sätze nicht zu Ende.<br /><br />Any questions? I'm glad to give... (if I can find time for...) Anyway, I hope you're not. Or. That would be. Really.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >no song title this time - i have no time to post a<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5727016498021952875-1168580954827350902?l=frouzi.blogspot.com'/></div>François Rosséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119038570571379495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727016498021952875.post-39360628840566418122007-09-04T13:25:00.000+01:002007-09-08T18:02:22.767+01:00Procrastination"<span style="" lang="EN-GB">… I don’t know about you, but I don’t have any more time, I have less time. But let’s just say we could save up a whole chunk of time and set it aside. You know what we’d do with it? Nothing. Nothing at all, isn’t that the point to be able to do nothing at all? But we’re not guaranteed that later on chunk of time, all we have is Here & Now. <o:p></o:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><o:p><br /></o:p>And that’s why procrastination feels so <span style="font-style: italic;">right</span>.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p>Procrastination is not the problem, it is the solution. <o:p></o:p><br />It is the universe’s way of saying:<br />“Stop! Slow down! You move too fast! <o:p></o:p><br />Listen to the music, whow whow, listen to the music! <o:p></o:p><br />Because music makes the people come together, <o:p></o:p><br />It makes the bourgeois and the rebel. So, <o:p></o:p><br />Come on people now, smile on your brother <o:p></o:p><br />And everybody try to love one another. <o:p></o:p><br />Because what the world needs now is love, sweet love <o:p></o:p><br />And I know that love is a battlefield, <o:p></o:p><br />But boogie on, reggae woman, <o:p></o:p><br />Because you’re gonna make it after all. <o:p></o:p><br />So, celebrate good times, come on. <o:p></o:p><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">I’ve gotta stop, I’ve gotta come to my senses, <o:p></o:p><br />I’ve been out riding fences for so long…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">Oops, I did it again...<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">What I’m trying to say is: If you leave here tonight and you don’t remember anything else that I said, leave here and remember this: <span style="font-style: italic;">Procrastinate now! Don’t put it off…"</span></span></p><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">from Ellen Degeneres' "Here & Now"<br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">---</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Something's Always Wrong" - Toad The Wet Sprocket</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div></div><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5727016498021952875-3936062884056641812?l=frouzi.blogspot.com'/></div>François Rosséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119038570571379495noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727016498021952875.post-25419122465917545742007-08-08T19:54:00.000+01:002007-08-08T22:33:14.752+01:00Seeing the sun in Finland...As promised in my facebook status, I'm going to write here about my ScaLDS moment. As you might know, I attended the Scandinavian Leadership Development Seminar 2007, together with 16 fellow Swiss @ers. Usually in AIESEC, there are certain things or events that leave such a remarkable impression, that they just stick in our head. It can be a discussion with another member, a session delivered in an extraordinary way, gossip spread on at the conference or a moment of personal reflection.<br /><br />Surely, there were many highlights at this conference, one important one being the time I spent with the other Swiss delegates and the special Swiss Scandinavian conference spirit we created. The one moment, I'll probably never forget in my life was, however, one I experienced on my own.<br />The last night, for AIESEC conferences this means: Official Dinner. Dress up nicely, have a nice dinner and then a nice party. Just everything in a nice way. Usually, these nights take a long, long time. So I thought, I have to be ready to leave at 7 in the morning anyway, so why go to sleep and potentially oversleep and miss my bus...? So I thought, I'd just have a night without sleep and get my rest on the bus to Helsinki and on the flight back to Switzerland.<br /><br />So what to do? The party was kind of over and after-parties were either fading away or I wasn't invited to them. So, since it was getting morning I decided to take a walk in the Finnish forests. I walked across a path that after a few minutes, led me to two big constructions: two ski-jump bases, a really big one and a smaller one. In the blink of an eye, it just hit me: I had to climb up that jump base. So I did, walked up the hill to the nearer base (which was the smaller one as well) and took the stairs. The whole construction was made out of wood and looked really old. Should I trust a Finnish construction from the ... I don't know, the 60's or 50's? Strangely enough, even though I'm afraid of heights, I did.<br /><br />So there I was, on top of a ski-jump base in the middle of the Finnish forest. I could see a factory or power plant in the distance, the town of Harjavalta and the Hotel Hittenharju, where the conference took place, but otherwise: trees! Lots and lots of pine trees, all over the place. No hills, no mountains, no lakes... just trees. The vue: It was just breathtaking! I sat down, took my iPod and listened to my favourite tunes from this week. <span style="font-style: italic;">"Dear Mr. President" </span>and <span style="font-style: italic;">"Trouble Sleeping". <br /><br /></span>Just enjoying the moment, I realized that I would be able to see the sunrise from that place. And really, some minutes later the sun emerged right in front of me. I concentrated on that red light bulb that came out of nowhere back there and enjoyed the fact I didn't have a camera on me, but my iPod.<br />Soon after it was completely risen, it hid beneath some clouds and I thougth it would be time, to try to get down this wooden thing I had climbed. Slowly and always holding on to the rail with both hands I managed to get down. Alive. When I was up there, looking down through the manufactured branches that held the construction together, I thought all this would fall down any minute. It didn't and I had the possibility to see the sunrise as probably no one else at this conference ever had. This moment was one of the strangest of my whole life. The whole arrangement of pine trees that seemed kind of "cold" assembled with the warm shine of the sun rising back there on the horizon. And all this mixed with some great music. What a way to start the day...<br /><br />---<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />The aftermath: I went back to my room and finally fell asleep anyway, luckily Paul woke me up in time to get to the Bus...;)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Dear Mr. President" - P!nk</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5727016498021952875-2541912246591754574?l=frouzi.blogspot.com'/></div>François Rosséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119038570571379495noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727016498021952875.post-60011857491945870582007-07-02T15:26:00.001+01:002007-07-02T15:37:06.842+01:00Lost XPDuring the last few weeks, many things happened in my life. Although this is supposed to be a blog about "the choices I make in life", I haven't really been updating it a lot lately. I'm so engaged in my studies, my AIESEC duties and private projects, that I rarely find time anymore to just sit down and reflect about anything, nor has my dream diary been updated regularly in the past weeks. Now, that the exam period is almost over and I'll be more flexible again, it feels like so much knowledge about my experiences in the past weeks is just gone, or hardly retractable. What am I going to do about that? Should I sit down and try to relive and note down my past experiences? I'm a person that believes in learning from past mistakes and experiences, so in that sense: Yes, I should! On the other hand, there's still a lot left to do and it's going to be hard to find time to..... No, that's just a lame excuse.<br /><br />Just wait, Moleskine notbook, I'll be back soon!<br />(don't even try to understand how my brain works...)<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Build me up Buttercup" - The Foundations</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5727016498021952875-6001185749194587058?l=frouzi.blogspot.com'/></div>François Rosséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119038570571379495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727016498021952875.post-82390472813793937022007-06-18T23:14:00.001+01:002007-06-18T23:50:23.219+01:00bern, uni, @,...: year 1here i am and the first year of my studies is almost over. the first <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">real </span>year of this challenge called growing up, the first year of living far, far away from home.<br /><br />as i was taking one of my usual nightly walks through holligen, it suddenly occurred to me that i will have moved to another flat in one month from now. i will leave the old home behind (once again) and move on.<br /><br />i got thinking... this year was probably the busiest of my life. but it was definitely amongst the most entertaining ones. i got to experience so many different things. many of them, thanks to aiesec. there were so many ups and downs, good and bad moments, quiet and busy ones. it's weird how much can happen in just one year. but would i have to name the most important one, i would be clueless...<br /><br />i came to bern, because i wanted to <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">challenge </span>myself, live in my own flat, find my way around in a new environment, socialize with other people. i'm not entirely happy with what i've achieved until now. but isn't happiness maybe the first step of "<span style="font-style: italic;">settling down</span>"? and isn't settling down.... well, boring? man, i'm young. i still have the time and the energy to try things out, make mistakes and learn from them afterwards.<br /><br />a couple of posts earlier, i described my life as a <a href="http://frouzi.nomadlife.org/2007/05/under-construction.aspx">construction site</a>. i would like to add another metaphor to this.<br />right now, <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">life's a </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">playground</span>. a pretty messy one, and one where you easily can fall down, get hurt and damage yourself badly. still. you should take moments to play around.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://frouzi.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/DSC01249-728182.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://frouzi.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/DSC01249-727587.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">(me on a playground in newport, rhode island during my america trip last summer)</span></span><br /></div><br />i'm gonna miss this year. i'm gonna miss the old flat, even though i'm looking forward to living in the new one. i'll miss my nightly walks through the forest and the allotments ("schrebergärten"). i'll miss the ping-pong table where i've lain many nights, looking in the sky and enjoying the stars shining through the branches. i'll miss my back yard, where foxes would turn up now and then. (actually, just once) i'm gonna miss this year.<br /><br />i would do many things differently. however, i think i should focus on my future, the next year at least. formulate concrete action steps. once again. and stick to them. good luck with exams.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"gracias a la vida" - mercedes sosa</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5727016498021952875-8239047281379393702?l=frouzi.blogspot.com'/></div>François Rosséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119038570571379495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727016498021952875.post-20082780306583440942007-06-06T16:22:00.000+01:002007-06-06T19:54:58.755+01:00Breitsch, here I come!Got a phone call yesterday night.<br />A girl calling.<br />With a Liechtensteinish accent.<br />She told me, that I got the room.<br />I can move in in July.<br />It's in the Breitsch.<br />I'll be having a roof over my head.<br />Can concentrate on exams now.<br />Good.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Läuft alles perfekt" - Annett Louisan</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5727016498021952875-2008278030658344094?l=frouzi.blogspot.com'/></div>François Rosséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119038570571379495noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727016498021952875.post-82249037329638307622007-05-29T23:45:00.000+01:002007-05-30T08:40:28.599+01:00Under constructionThese days, there's a huge construction site in Berne, that pisses everybody off: the one at the Train Station Square, literally in the heart of the town. When I passed there by today, I was looking at these huge escalators lying around and it got me thinking.<br /><br />It sounds very silly, I know, but isn't life some sort of construction site, as well? I mean, problems arise constantly, and you try to fix them only to be confronted by new ones. You work a lot, you get challenged everyday and sometimes you need to dig very deep in order to fix things or get things right.<br /><br />Anyway, my life right now resembles a huge construction site. There's a lot of things to be fixed, changed and built. The thing is, I barely know how to approach those things. I guess time will tell. Luckily, my life doesn't need to be ready for next year's European championship. I guess, I'm lucky enough to be able to start with fixing small things first, instead of tearing everything apart. As I said: Time will tell!<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Impressions from the Train Station Square in Berne, taken today</span>:<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://frouzi.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/DSC05483-799059.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://frouzi.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/DSC05483-797896.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://frouzi.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/DSC05490-728367.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://frouzi.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/DSC05490-727496.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://frouzi.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/DSC05480-775533.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://frouzi.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/DSC05480-774767.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Hasheket Shenishar" - Shiri Maimon</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5727016498021952875-8224903732963830762?l=frouzi.blogspot.com'/></div>François Rosséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119038570571379495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727016498021952875.post-25728343588577511432007-05-27T11:15:00.000+01:002007-05-27T11:21:46.301+01:00nothing lasts foreverlife is so precious it's as fragile as a dream<br />and in a moment we all grow our wings<br />I wish to sing as if no ones listening<br />I wish to dance as if no one is watching<br />I wish to dance as if no one is watching<br />and I, give thanks for my dreams<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> you can rob me of my sight</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> and you can poison my blood stream</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> but as long as I can dream then life is worth living</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"nothing lasts forever" - brett dennen</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5727016498021952875-2572834358857751143?l=frouzi.blogspot.com'/></div>François Rosséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119038570571379495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727016498021952875.post-18647606518514641462007-05-25T22:24:00.001+01:002007-05-25T22:36:10.961+01:00today was a good dayToday was a good day.<br />Had a good night's sleep for the first time this week.<br />Told my POTSNs that they passed the SRBs.<br />Met with friends from Basel and Mexico who had come for a visit.<br />Showed them my appartment.<br />Got introduced to Metronomy's Toxic.<br />Had nice dinner.<br />Got a late birthday present.<br />Watched the season finale of LOST.<br />Reflected on the day.<br />Went to bed.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Elaine" - ABBA</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5727016498021952875-1864760651851464146?l=frouzi.blogspot.com'/></div>François Rosséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119038570571379495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727016498021952875.post-69209227459870242232007-05-20T23:03:00.000+01:002007-05-20T23:14:15.879+01:00RevelationsSome people are more <span style="font-style: italic;">revealing</span> than others, meaning that they are more open towards you than others. This is just a natural fact. But sometimes, opinions, emotions, even secrets are revealed unintentionally. How do you deal with that (being on either side)? Nothing might be like before. Your whole perception might have changed. A whole relationship might be at stake because of it. What do you do, when it's just too late to go back? On the other hand, was this relationship (no matter on which level) even worth it when the other person can't even accept a previously unknown fact?<br /><br />I hate this! Peace and Love for everybody!<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"This Boy" - James Morrison</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5727016498021952875-6920922745987024223?l=frouzi.blogspot.com'/></div>François Rosséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119038570571379495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727016498021952875.post-63878142446505444772007-05-20T18:03:00.000+01:002007-05-20T23:03:28.477+01:00Kiff-Ock is overYes, Kick-Off'07, the first big national AIESEC conference of the year is over. And it was a blast!<br /><br />The first day was a bit disillusioning. It was so weird to be in Fiesch again, the same sourrounding as last time, only this time as a Leader. All the surprises you face at a conference as Newie were gone, yet many new things had to be discovered. How to lead a whole bunch of Bernese people, and we were a lot this time. How to be a role model for them and once again, how to enjoy every second of these four days up in the alps (and immediately go on stage once the AIESEC music had started..;).<br /><br />It turned out to be one of the best AIESEC experiences I've ever had. I'm so f****** proud of my Bernese people, they rocked the place! No wonder, we won the <span style="font-weight: bold;">LC Development Award</span> with such an incredible LC behind us! (Even though, before the very moment they announced the winner, I kind of didn't believe we would win the award anymore...) Can't wait for Do-It!!<br /><br />Right after the conference, we had an LCM on Monday night where we gathered our LC once again. After that, we went to "the Greek" to sit together and eat and drink something. I shared a meal with Laura, our wonderful Goldie. We talked and talked and talked until we were the last AIESECers in the place. It's amazing how you can get to know a person in a whole new way, by just talking with them.<br /><br />After a very strange good-bye, I spontaneously decided to seize the moment, take action and ask Laura for an arrangement to which she agreed. (and no, I didn't ask her to marry me...)<br /><br />Thanks Laura for that special evening!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">***<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Thanks Kathrin for sharing another AIESEC experience with me!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://frouzi.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/IMG_0054-777713.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://frouzi.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/IMG_0054-777090.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Thanks EBs for putting all your efforts in this LC!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://frouzi.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/IMG_0241-780003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://frouzi.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/IMG_0241-779978.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Thanks LC Bern for making this conference such an unforgettable experience!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://frouzi.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/IMG_0116-729166.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://frouzi.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/IMG_0116-729135.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Gimme!Gimme!Gimme!" - A*Teens</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5727016498021952875-6387814244650544477?l=frouzi.blogspot.com'/></div>François Rosséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119038570571379495noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727016498021952875.post-62433550644704017062007-05-08T11:07:00.000+01:002007-05-08T11:24:55.301+01:00Let's gingg-off!This is actually just a random update blog entry post thingy...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">---<br /></div><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Winter is definitely gone</span>:<br />1. Thanks to the trees in front of my window having leaves again, I don't need to close the shutters on my window every night. (On the other side of the strees, in one appartment there is living somebody who's awake <span style="font-style: italic;">all </span>night. Every time I wake up at night, the lights are on and this mysterious someone is watching TV. No matter what time it is. Strange! Anyway, won't be bothered by the light again.)<br /><br /><br />2. I used to take walks in the forest at night, to calm down, enjoy the nature and get a free mind again after having spent most of the evening studying or so. It was always so nice to look up and see the stars through the branches, very cool atmosphere that was. Not going to do that again. Was in the forest on Sunday. At night. Scary. Branches with leaves. You can't see <span style="font-style: italic;">anything</span>. At all. Very scary. What if there's a rapist? Or a <span style="font-style: italic;">wendigo</span>? Not gonna do that again. At least not in Summer.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">---<br /></div><br />My roommate kicked me out. Well sorta. He's gonna move out and left me with the choice of either taking over the appartment and look for a new roommate myself or move out, too. I think I'm gonna move out. I need something new. Maybe in the Breitsch... Who knows.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">---<br /></div><br />My second national AIESEC conference is coming up, KICK-OFF '07. I'm sooooo excited, it's going to be great. Just great. Really great. Awesome, really...<br /><br />By the way: eXchange rocks!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Imitation Of Life" - R.E.M.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5727016498021952875-6243355064470401706?l=frouzi.blogspot.com'/></div>François Rosséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119038570571379495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727016498021952875.post-60589822520081406322007-05-01T21:52:00.000+01:002007-05-01T22:10:24.909+01:00have you ever...have you ever stopped by a tree and just looked at a single leaf, just imagining how long it took for that one leaf to grow and develop?<br /><br />have you ever sat on the balcony, while it was raining in summer, just listening to the sound and enjoying a summer rain's typical atmosphere and smell?<br /><br />have you ever just interrupted your schedule, to lie down in the grass and look in the sky, just enjoying the moment?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">***<br /></div><br />if not, take the time to do one of these things once in a while. take a step back and let your natural environment come to you, forget about all your little problems for a moment. always try to have a certain <span style="font-style: italic;">sense for the little joys in life...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"comptine d'un autre été: la démarche" -yann tiersen</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5727016498021952875-6058982252008140632?l=frouzi.blogspot.com'/></div>François Rosséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119038570571379495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5727016498021952875.post-63195712429017071082007-04-24T21:42:00.000+01:002007-04-24T22:08:28.923+01:00always by my sideDo you know that? Suddenly, you have a great idea! Or all of a sudden, you know how to solve a problem! Or you just had a deeply philosophical and personal train of thoughts, and you know exactly that you will forget about all of this soon, because you don't have anything to note these things down!<br /><br />You know what I'm talking about? You don't?<br /><br />Anyway, these things happen to me <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">all</span> </span>the time, that's why I took action last Friday and made on of the best purchases of my life:<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">A <span style="font-weight: bold;">Moleskine Notebook</span>, combined with a customized <span style="font-weight: bold;">pen holder</span> an a <span style="font-weight: bold;">small Stabilo</span> pen...</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://frouzi.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/DSC05446c-736708.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://frouzi.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/DSC05446c-736273.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Now, I have the perfect tool to note things down, that are too personal or too random for a blog like this. Like i said, I bought it on Friday and I already filled out<span style="font-weight: bold;"> quite a few</span> pages. Everytime I feel like writing down something, I have the chance to do it, because it's so tiny and therefore always in my pocket/bag...<br /><br />This is more than a diary for me. It's a steady companion and a "<span style="font-weight: bold;">Erinnerungsstück voller Erinnerungen</span>" (doesn't work in English), meaning that once in time, I will be able to read this and remember all the great and not so great moments of this period of time in my life.<br /><br />I can't really describe how I fell about this. Sometimes, <span style="font-style: italic;">just little things</span> can mean so much to you.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Isn't Love" - Joe Purdy</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5727016498021952875-6319571242901707108?l=frouzi.blogspot.com'/></div>François Rosséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01119038570571379495noreply@blogger.com1