Thursday, February 26, 2004
¡M**rda!
Well, let me tell you something about my Valencia adventure!
Tuesdaynight, my cool roommy and I were up until 3 AM, just chatting and hangin' about while watching (utterly boring) Spanish television. Me all excited about going to Valencia, already packed my bag and everything and thought I should catch some sleep, so set the alarm at 4 AM and went to bed.
At 4.30 I woke up, did my thing in the bathroom, grabbed all my stuff and went out to the corner of Calle Iturrama/Fuente el Hierro where the bus was going to pick us up at 5.50 AM. Was there at 5.30 already (don't think I have ever been way too early for anything during my stay here in SP, but didn't want to miss out on the bus:), waited and waited, but no girls from the Uni with whom I was going, no freaking bus, GrrRRR! Finally, a touringbus stopped at the corner, oldies only, destination Valencia. I got in the bus and a mixed smell of 'Old Spice' and sweaty arm-pits gave me a warm welcome. Only saw one girl my age who was sitting all the way in the back, also turned out to be an exchange student, from France.
I sat myself down, made myself all comfy, getting all into the travel-mood. We drove through the streets of Pamplona, picking up people at busstops along the way. At a certain point we stopped, and the driver was going to make a call to the agency to check if people who were on the list, but not on the bus, had canceled. At a certain point we drove back into Calle Iturrama, I thought to check if there were more people who needed to be picked up, but NO! Folk were getting off the bus because we needed at least 30 peepz and we had only 21. Sheesh!
So, peepz, no Valencia after all... :( As compensation I might go to Madrid next Sunday to pick up my BF who is coming back from Rumania next Tuesday. Wanna give him a grand surprise :) Maybe even more fun... Valencia will just have to wait.
Well, let me tell you something about my Valencia adventure!
Tuesdaynight, my cool roommy and I were up until 3 AM, just chatting and hangin' about while watching (utterly boring) Spanish television. Me all excited about going to Valencia, already packed my bag and everything and thought I should catch some sleep, so set the alarm at 4 AM and went to bed.
At 4.30 I woke up, did my thing in the bathroom, grabbed all my stuff and went out to the corner of Calle Iturrama/Fuente el Hierro where the bus was going to pick us up at 5.50 AM. Was there at 5.30 already (don't think I have ever been way too early for anything during my stay here in SP, but didn't want to miss out on the bus:), waited and waited, but no girls from the Uni with whom I was going, no freaking bus, GrrRRR! Finally, a touringbus stopped at the corner, oldies only, destination Valencia. I got in the bus and a mixed smell of 'Old Spice' and sweaty arm-pits gave me a warm welcome. Only saw one girl my age who was sitting all the way in the back, also turned out to be an exchange student, from France.
I sat myself down, made myself all comfy, getting all into the travel-mood. We drove through the streets of Pamplona, picking up people at busstops along the way. At a certain point we stopped, and the driver was going to make a call to the agency to check if people who were on the list, but not on the bus, had canceled. At a certain point we drove back into Calle Iturrama, I thought to check if there were more people who needed to be picked up, but NO! Folk were getting off the bus because we needed at least 30 peepz and we had only 21. Sheesh!
So, peepz, no Valencia after all... :( As compensation I might go to Madrid next Sunday to pick up my BF who is coming back from Rumania next Tuesday. Wanna give him a grand surprise :) Maybe even more fun... Valencia will just have to wait.
Tuesday, February 24, 2004
RouTravelling
Por fin, I'm going to travel a bit through Spain, it was about time. This was what I imagened myself doing during the weekends here in España, but, well, I haven't gotten any further than the French border. So, finally I'm going out to explore a bit more of Southern Europe!
I'm going alone (well, two other girls of the University are going as well, but don't know them) by bus which is leaving tomorrowmorning at around 6. There was a special offer by this agency that comes up with these short excursions, and so, since my BF is still out of town, I thought I might as well go and enjoy myself :). We'll be covering quite a distance: +/- 670 from Pamplona to Valencia, so I suppose we will arrive somewhere in the afternoon. Yaay ! I'm really looking forward to it.
Valencia, here I come!
Por fin, I'm going to travel a bit through Spain, it was about time. This was what I imagened myself doing during the weekends here in España, but, well, I haven't gotten any further than the French border. So, finally I'm going out to explore a bit more of Southern Europe!
I'm going alone (well, two other girls of the University are going as well, but don't know them) by bus which is leaving tomorrowmorning at around 6. There was a special offer by this agency that comes up with these short excursions, and so, since my BF is still out of town, I thought I might as well go and enjoy myself :). We'll be covering quite a distance: +/- 670 from Pamplona to Valencia, so I suppose we will arrive somewhere in the afternoon. Yaay ! I'm really looking forward to it.
Valencia, here I come!
Mr Bigote @ UNAV
Isn't he handsome?! :P (HooHAhaHA!)
In Spain Mr Aznar also goes by 'El Bigote'; 'The mustache' in English. But what's so curious about his hairy upperlip that Spaniards call him this way? Well, let me open Pandora's Box for ya...
Mr Aznar has a dark secret, which is not much of a secret anymore here in Spain, obviously, but of which he thinks he can still keep unrevealed to the rest of the world. HuHAhaHA, EvilRou is gonna break it to all of them RouBloggers out there :\/, he he he. Folk: He is maintaining this fur to cover up the non-movement of his upperlip. Now, that's a discovery.
Poor thing :|. Don't worry Mr A., we'll just consider it to be your charm, ¿vale?
Isn't he handsome?! :P (HooHAhaHA!)
In Spain Mr Aznar also goes by 'El Bigote'; 'The mustache' in English. But what's so curious about his hairy upperlip that Spaniards call him this way? Well, let me open Pandora's Box for ya...
Mr Aznar has a dark secret, which is not much of a secret anymore here in Spain, obviously, but of which he thinks he can still keep unrevealed to the rest of the world. HuHAhaHA, EvilRou is gonna break it to all of them RouBloggers out there :\/, he he he. Folk: He is maintaining this fur to cover up the non-movement of his upperlip. Now, that's a discovery.
Poor thing :|. Don't worry Mr A., we'll just consider it to be your charm, ¿vale?
Friday, February 20, 2004
First (actually 2nd) Internship-offer!
Well guys, finally, after all those application letters I sent out and after all those calls I made to those empresas, I finally got two reactions ! Both of 'em I got today.
"Joy, joy!", I thought when I passed our mailbox in the hallway. Woohoo, mail! How joyous. Why such happiness? Well, first of all because we hardly ever get any, not me, nor my 2 roommies, and second because.. well, I figured it must've been from one of them businesses, so at least one of the companies had the decency to let me know if I'm in or out.
So, I opened our mailbox, and there went the glorious moment; it was a simple RTS (return to sender). Gosh.
"Ohw well, there's still hope!", I thought, so went down to the Internetcafe to check my email. Cool ! An email of a hotel (figured it would be smart to combine my Tourism edu with my current Marketing Communication studies). And, yes people, they want meeeee ! I can start in March, even already offering me a contract for this period. Yaay, yaay, yaay! But, no way yaay... cause mr manager wrote later on that they do not have a Marketing dept; they want me as a receptionist !
Sheesh, how rude.
Well guys, finally, after all those application letters I sent out and after all those calls I made to those empresas, I finally got two reactions ! Both of 'em I got today.
"Joy, joy!", I thought when I passed our mailbox in the hallway. Woohoo, mail! How joyous. Why such happiness? Well, first of all because we hardly ever get any, not me, nor my 2 roommies, and second because.. well, I figured it must've been from one of them businesses, so at least one of the companies had the decency to let me know if I'm in or out.
So, I opened our mailbox, and there went the glorious moment; it was a simple RTS (return to sender). Gosh.
"Ohw well, there's still hope!", I thought, so went down to the Internetcafe to check my email. Cool ! An email of a hotel (figured it would be smart to combine my Tourism edu with my current Marketing Communication studies). And, yes people, they want meeeee ! I can start in March, even already offering me a contract for this period. Yaay, yaay, yaay! But, no way yaay... cause mr manager wrote later on that they do not have a Marketing dept; they want me as a receptionist !
Sheesh, how rude.
Thursday, February 19, 2004
WOOHOO !
I passed Comunicación Internacional ! Yaaaaaaaay, hoorah !
I passed Comunicación Internacional ! Yaaaaaaaay, hoorah !
Internship-Hunting
By: ms Rejection herself
This week I've been calling practically all 'Agencias de Publicidad' here in Pamplona, other major companies and even hotels to check out if I can do my trainee period in their empresa. Unfortunately, no one wants me! I'm such a reject... Most of the companies here in Pamplona consider interns to be a simple waist of time. Sheesh, how rude! Only four or five businesses treated me kindly over the phone, at least giving me the opportunity to do my story and sending me through to someone of the Human Resources Department.
Last week my Internship Coordinator sent me an email, telling me that I have the chance to do my Internship in an international company, yet I would have to move to Barcelona where it is situated. Hmm... It sounds like a real challenge and I would grab it with both hands if I not had my novio here in Pamplona. He's on holiday right now and we miss eachother like hell. It would be so selfish of me to go for it, but on the other hand, I did come to Spain for my education.. and so.. all other things should come second? Sheesh, I could just slap myself for even thinking that.
Going to Barcelona would mean a boost for my carreer, yet it would also mean making life even more difficult than it already is for the one person I care about most and who has made my life so much brighter. So... seriously, I don't know what to do... Aaaarghh !!
By: ms Rejection herself
This week I've been calling practically all 'Agencias de Publicidad' here in Pamplona, other major companies and even hotels to check out if I can do my trainee period in their empresa. Unfortunately, no one wants me! I'm such a reject... Most of the companies here in Pamplona consider interns to be a simple waist of time. Sheesh, how rude! Only four or five businesses treated me kindly over the phone, at least giving me the opportunity to do my story and sending me through to someone of the Human Resources Department.
Last week my Internship Coordinator sent me an email, telling me that I have the chance to do my Internship in an international company, yet I would have to move to Barcelona where it is situated. Hmm... It sounds like a real challenge and I would grab it with both hands if I not had my novio here in Pamplona. He's on holiday right now and we miss eachother like hell. It would be so selfish of me to go for it, but on the other hand, I did come to Spain for my education.. and so.. all other things should come second? Sheesh, I could just slap myself for even thinking that.
Going to Barcelona would mean a boost for my carreer, yet it would also mean making life even more difficult than it already is for the one person I care about most and who has made my life so much brighter. So... seriously, I don't know what to do... Aaaarghh !!
Thursday, February 12, 2004
UNAV-life
Bloggin' out 4 now, folk.
(Photographs made possible by: Buzznet)
Bloggin' out 4 now, folk.
(Photographs made possible by: Buzznet)
Wednesday, February 11, 2004
Ode to my Girlz
Am remembering the good old days. Our trip to Brussels, our long talks in the cafeteria of the HvU about all kinds of subjects; from epilating habits to the hunger for chocolate, all those times Sabrina had to kick our butts into getting into those nasty projects. Really miss you girls, am looking forward to next september when we're all back in NL!
Go strong Sweeties, go kick some of that Business-folk-onion !
(Photograph made possible by: Buzznet)
Am remembering the good old days. Our trip to Brussels, our long talks in the cafeteria of the HvU about all kinds of subjects; from epilating habits to the hunger for chocolate, all those times Sabrina had to kick our butts into getting into those nasty projects. Really miss you girls, am looking forward to next september when we're all back in NL!
Go strong Sweeties, go kick some of that Business-folk-onion !
(Photograph made possible by: Buzznet)
Thursday, February 05, 2004
¡Sobresaliente!
Hooray, Hoorah! Just checked out my grades and I majorly scored: Sobresaliente, WOOHOO! Ok, ok, so it was for English and not some heavy duty course like Empresa Informativa or Comunicación Internacional. So what? At least I did something good out here. And, at least I got my first 4,5 credits... out of 34, that is, pero bueno. Just let me enjoy the moment, will ya? Sheesh...
Hooray, Hoorah! Just checked out my grades and I majorly scored: Sobresaliente, WOOHOO! Ok, ok, so it was for English and not some heavy duty course like Empresa Informativa or Comunicación Internacional. So what? At least I did something good out here. And, at least I got my first 4,5 credits... out of 34, that is, pero bueno. Just let me enjoy the moment, will ya? Sheesh...
Sobreviviendo...
Hey you all out there. Well, had the first two exams, unfortunately 3 more to go and I am going to have them all next week! UGH, couldn´t be any worse.
It's so strange, the past half year just flew by. Next week a lot of students who were participating in the Erasmus-programme will be heading home, including 'The bad bad part of Holland' as she would refer to herself sometimes, yup, talking ' bout the one and only Nickster. It feels like everyone's leaving me.... Nick's goin', my roomie (a.k.a. nuestra favorita Mejicana) moved out this week and my BF is going back to Rumania for at least one month... Leaving me very RouLonely out here in Pamplona.
Well, not like I don't have enough things to do, since the Internship-hunt has started. Have set up my CV and will have my friend Juanito correct it. Next step is to send 'em all out and go have some interviews. Can't wait.
I would be so glad if I'd be able to stick around town a little more longer. Am looking forward to all the mornings when I have overslept and run out into the street with a cracker in my mouth and a Marge Simpson-hairdo, going all: "No Freaking Way, MOUNTAINS?! Ohw, yeah, I'm in Spain.. :D".
Holland will be there in another 6 months, right? In the mean time, I'm going to enjoy myself out here. Well, exams first, then the fun can really start.
Hey you all out there. Well, had the first two exams, unfortunately 3 more to go and I am going to have them all next week! UGH, couldn´t be any worse.
It's so strange, the past half year just flew by. Next week a lot of students who were participating in the Erasmus-programme will be heading home, including 'The bad bad part of Holland' as she would refer to herself sometimes, yup, talking ' bout the one and only Nickster. It feels like everyone's leaving me.... Nick's goin', my roomie (a.k.a. nuestra favorita Mejicana) moved out this week and my BF is going back to Rumania for at least one month... Leaving me very RouLonely out here in Pamplona.
Well, not like I don't have enough things to do, since the Internship-hunt has started. Have set up my CV and will have my friend Juanito correct it. Next step is to send 'em all out and go have some interviews. Can't wait.
I would be so glad if I'd be able to stick around town a little more longer. Am looking forward to all the mornings when I have overslept and run out into the street with a cracker in my mouth and a Marge Simpson-hairdo, going all: "No Freaking Way, MOUNTAINS?! Ohw, yeah, I'm in Spain.. :D".
Holland will be there in another 6 months, right? In the mean time, I'm going to enjoy myself out here. Well, exams first, then the fun can really start.
