Working 5 to 6.....
It was a lot more interesting to write this blog when I was living...I mean, really living. Of course I could do like Max, and just wrote my diaries down (btw, you should take a look on what he wrote, it is very well-written, and almost gave me tears in my eyes, because of all the things I miss from the past year).
Nevertheless, Living or not, I would still like to give all of you a little bit of information about what is going on in my "new" Sailor Life. As I wrote earlier, my title is Steward, however, I prefer to call myself by my slave-name; "hotel assistant". I am waking up a 4.40 AM these days, and work until 6 PM, so I am spending my time planing my what to do when I get off from work. The only problem is that i only have 8 days to see most of the world, write 5 books, organize different activities, get drunk, get my Roskilde ticket etc etc.
I have some few new things in my Life. I have applied for a "sponsorship" to do a new "Third/fourth year option", this time I would like to go to Cambodia. I was actually planning from the begining at the college to go there, and I am still burning to see the country that has suffer so much under Pol Pot.
Last week I wrote a very nice and long mail to the chair of the UWC International Board, were I critized the age of the members of the board. I got a very nice (and VERY long) reply back, so I am planning to get active in the Int. board within a year or two...but lets see, it is quite difficult, however, he was very posetive.
I am also thinking about starting a new "Club" or "Society", called: "Pathetic UWC graduates". It is club for people like me. I am writing a blog....first of all, that is actually quite pathetic, it is the only way to kind of keep in contact with your "semi-friends" and friends that you are too lazy to write. Blogging is also a way of spending your time when you get this faint memory of the time where you could tell one person everything, and nothing in his or her room.
PUWCG is also a club for people who still think that the best time in their entire Life was 2003-2005, and all the time is dreaming about going back to those days, even though they know it will never be the same again. (Yesterday was one year ago that we graduated...so we are actually getting further and further AWAY from the "good times").... Still I am qualified for the club, but I have realized the last weeks that I have actually had the time of my Life the last year. I have done things that is even better...okay, maybe not better, but close to what I experienced at the college. Right now my Life seems like driving through a VERY dark and VERY long tunnel, and with no light at the end of it, but I know that I will get married one day, get a car, a dog, a house on the countryside, 2.7 kids (the average in DK), and go to work everyday from 9-5. Yeah, another "good time" in my Life will come....I just have to wait...
The last "rule" for being a member is that you are still doing everything to keep in contact with your UWC friends, even thought you have friends in your local little town, or that you have many "potential" friends at your work or univeristy. Instead of meeting new people, you try to meet old friends that lives many frontiers away from you.....Btw, I met Senia 3 days ago in Copenhagen....and I met Matilda on the 17th of May....and we are having a UWC dinner next weekend....
I felt the most free when I was standing on the deck of Roselinda, stearing her towards no-where and everywhere. Everyone would be sleeping and the doplhins will come and say goodmorning to me, and the sun will set behind me. I would be in the middle of the Atlantic, smell like sweat and saltwater, and be almost naked. Then I felt alive. Then I felt Free.
Sometimes I try to go out on the deck on "Pearl of Scadinavia", a giant cruiseship, where I will be standing in my uniform with a white shirt and a ugly tie. I will then look at the waves, thinking about how I would sail into them, but the ship doesnt care. It just sail. I cannot hear the wind because of the drunk norwegians and the lost Japanese, I cannot smell the sea because of the stank from the engines......I am not free....but I am earning money...what is the most important?
One last note, and a special gift because you managed to read this long and nonsens blog:
www.rcnuwc.blogspot.com
take a look at it...it is far from done, but one day it will be the last memorie from a time that is gone and forgotten. Then one day my grandchildren will ask me why I dont want to go to Norway on a holiday, and I will answer one thing - www.rcnuwc.blogspot.com
Paz, Mads!
PS. Have you regonized that you listen more to the news if they are from everywhere else than your own country? Okay, a killing in Denmark, so what...WAUW, a man got stabbed in Boliva!
Nevertheless, Living or not, I would still like to give all of you a little bit of information about what is going on in my "new" Sailor Life. As I wrote earlier, my title is Steward, however, I prefer to call myself by my slave-name; "hotel assistant". I am waking up a 4.40 AM these days, and work until 6 PM, so I am spending my time planing my what to do when I get off from work. The only problem is that i only have 8 days to see most of the world, write 5 books, organize different activities, get drunk, get my Roskilde ticket etc etc.
I have some few new things in my Life. I have applied for a "sponsorship" to do a new "Third/fourth year option", this time I would like to go to Cambodia. I was actually planning from the begining at the college to go there, and I am still burning to see the country that has suffer so much under Pol Pot.
Last week I wrote a very nice and long mail to the chair of the UWC International Board, were I critized the age of the members of the board. I got a very nice (and VERY long) reply back, so I am planning to get active in the Int. board within a year or two...but lets see, it is quite difficult, however, he was very posetive.
I am also thinking about starting a new "Club" or "Society", called: "Pathetic UWC graduates". It is club for people like me. I am writing a blog....first of all, that is actually quite pathetic, it is the only way to kind of keep in contact with your "semi-friends" and friends that you are too lazy to write. Blogging is also a way of spending your time when you get this faint memory of the time where you could tell one person everything, and nothing in his or her room.
PUWCG is also a club for people who still think that the best time in their entire Life was 2003-2005, and all the time is dreaming about going back to those days, even though they know it will never be the same again. (Yesterday was one year ago that we graduated...so we are actually getting further and further AWAY from the "good times").... Still I am qualified for the club, but I have realized the last weeks that I have actually had the time of my Life the last year. I have done things that is even better...okay, maybe not better, but close to what I experienced at the college. Right now my Life seems like driving through a VERY dark and VERY long tunnel, and with no light at the end of it, but I know that I will get married one day, get a car, a dog, a house on the countryside, 2.7 kids (the average in DK), and go to work everyday from 9-5. Yeah, another "good time" in my Life will come....I just have to wait...
The last "rule" for being a member is that you are still doing everything to keep in contact with your UWC friends, even thought you have friends in your local little town, or that you have many "potential" friends at your work or univeristy. Instead of meeting new people, you try to meet old friends that lives many frontiers away from you.....Btw, I met Senia 3 days ago in Copenhagen....and I met Matilda on the 17th of May....and we are having a UWC dinner next weekend....
I felt the most free when I was standing on the deck of Roselinda, stearing her towards no-where and everywhere. Everyone would be sleeping and the doplhins will come and say goodmorning to me, and the sun will set behind me. I would be in the middle of the Atlantic, smell like sweat and saltwater, and be almost naked. Then I felt alive. Then I felt Free.
Sometimes I try to go out on the deck on "Pearl of Scadinavia", a giant cruiseship, where I will be standing in my uniform with a white shirt and a ugly tie. I will then look at the waves, thinking about how I would sail into them, but the ship doesnt care. It just sail. I cannot hear the wind because of the drunk norwegians and the lost Japanese, I cannot smell the sea because of the stank from the engines......I am not free....but I am earning money...what is the most important?
One last note, and a special gift because you managed to read this long and nonsens blog:
www.rcnuwc.blogspot.com
take a look at it...it is far from done, but one day it will be the last memorie from a time that is gone and forgotten. Then one day my grandchildren will ask me why I dont want to go to Norway on a holiday, and I will answer one thing - www.rcnuwc.blogspot.com
Paz, Mads!
PS. Have you regonized that you listen more to the news if they are from everywhere else than your own country? Okay, a killing in Denmark, so what...WAUW, a man got stabbed in Boliva!
posted by ...The eyes of the world | 10:56 AM
1 Comments:
We have the second member now then. I could be the chairmen, and you the secretary.....I sense that more will come :-)
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