Time Until Departure

I am really bored right now, ao I started counting down the seconds until I am supposed to board the plane that takes me to Hamburg, really close to my final destination, JUB. Click below for countdown:

Time Until Departure

Okay, so I’m the only one who’ll ever click that button. If you are here by mistake, please come back in a couple of months. Hopefully the blog will still be here, but with actual JUB happenings, not self-centered projections of what one person is expecting from this three (or more) years eon there.

5 weeks to go

I am getting closer and closer to my arrival at Jacobs. I have purchased my plane tickets, I have already sent warm clothes and I have ‘ordered’ beddings, basic toiletries, and an alarm (this is going to haunt me). Confidence is up and running – food, housing and, most importantly, peers are highly desirable, as it seems. I am constantly adding new people to my Y!M and FB as I strive to connect to the established network there (Deutsche Mafia, haha). I am constantly adding spare time killers to my prospective self, there is plenty of things I would love to do, from being in the basketball team, as suggested by Catalin, to being an eRepublik ambassador in Germany. From writing in this blog to dedicating myself to my old love towards a idioma.

Although on holiday back home, I seemingly don’t yet have what it takes to do all this. I still have 5 weeks of waking up late and doing nothing all day. I shall definitely enjoy this!

In other words, this is my fourth blog entry and I am yet to say anything. Integrated Social Sciences, I am the man for you!

Now and Then

A little game is on. A game with myself. I’ll take a few KB for myself to try a little Crystal Ball thingy. Where will I be in three years time?

Normally, I should have graduated from Jacobs, with a double major in Integrated Social Sciences and Intercultural Relations and Behavior. I would have grown a real beard (lower temperature, same amount of laziness), I would have been an intern in Strasbourg, as an assistant manager for online personal relations (the longer name, the lesser the importance of the position, see ‘CEO’), I would have died and reborn about 1000 times – every day, that is – for my girl’s lust, I would have repaid more than 3000 Euro of my tuition postponement, I would have lost about three pounds, I would have memories of at least one conference visit to another continent, I would have learned more than formalities in Portuguese and develop more than decent German skills, I would have come back to my gray hometown to meet its old problems, I would have learned the value of mom and dad (not by being either, but by missing the ‘food and laundry’ services)…

This is an open post. I have too few goals to achieve in the following three years.

The Beginning

Human beings have a sense of self yet to be encompassed. I am a human being, therefore my sense of self is overdeveloped. Hence this blog.

I have always wanted to see myself from as many different perspective I could have and, as a human being, a social creature, I have looked into the eyes of my fellows human beings. Human beings are undisputably superior. Superior beings always lean to trickery and deceat to florish and that’s our case as well. It has soon become obvious that I cannot rely on them to make up for my own deficit of self-assessment, thus leaving me with only one resource to invent new inward perspectives: time.

Time tells me that I am still 6 weeks away from D-Day (August 25th ‘08, the start of the o-Week and of the whole fun), but my stomache tells me I am already there. Inside the Bubble, an island of exams and reading assignments in the middle of an ocean of… of… I don’t know, I’ll be to preoccupied with the Island to see the ocean. Or won’t I? We shall see, this is only the beginning.

Jacobs University Bremen, here I come. May the reciprocal alteration process commence!