Day 22, 23,…30: volunteering days

Yup. Another week has passed and I have been helping three different organisations making money. For free. From my good heart and soul. And because I don’t know how to ask for money.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t regret it. I love helping people and my main contribution is teaching them how to do things better or contributing to their content. ‘Cause I have good communication skills. Except with the men in my life. That’s a whole different blog post! So when I will be rich enough to pay someone, I will definitely need a PA – a personal assistant or an agent who can make my working deals a little bit more profitable for me.

Here are my last week’s givings as a part of my #365Give Challenge

day 22: I wrote to Georgie a goodbye letter from all my heart

day 23: I volunteered to host a fashion and tech workshop where I smiled and welcomed everyone in the most positive way. Also, I made two girls feeling better about themselves by letting them be… Sometimes people need that. 😉

day 24: I volunteered to hold the door for everyone participating to a finance event. For an hour. That was probably the most boring job I ever had. Cleaning hotels are more fun! 😑

day 25: I gave a free t-shirt to a stranger girl that loved the one I was wearing. I think she’ll remember me fine whenever she will wear it 😍

day 26: I hosted a dinner at my place for three of my friends. We had the best Thai food in town. Neat, right?

day 27: I said yes to helping Women in Focus org

day 28: I brought coffee to my desk colleague and helped him get his tasks done – he said that was sweet

day 29: I contributed 20% to my team common goal (we are 12 people so this should be good)

day 30: I wrote a blog post for free for another website.

Days 11, 12, … 21: Giving Energy, Smiles, Comments, … Hands & Jumps

It’s been 10 days of me not concentrating on giving one particular thing, but just adapting to the routine of an adult. I started working on a full-time schedule in an office with lots of different characters.

It has been interesting, fun, exciting, stressful, funny, boring, hard, annoying … you name it. Just like any other job, right?

Work. Work. Work. If you say it fast enough I will think it sounds like twerk. No? Oh, well… This is the funniest I can be now. However, I’ve been giving a lot. Of myself mainly. Using my own energy to make people enjoy themselves around me.

Day 11: I worked out at home until I couldn’t move my glutes properly. I still have some unwanted stomach fat which I am giving away for free!! Anyone?? 😀 #365GiveChallenge

Day 12: I worked extra hours unpaid just so I could make my superiors proud of me. And myself. Not sure the stress I put myself through was any other good than learning not to do it again.

Day 13: I was nice to a couple of people. I didn’t tell them anything negative and I made them smile with a few honest compliments.

Day 14: I made someone a sandwich.

Day 15: I gave so many damns tears came as a bonus.

Day 16: I gave away bits of my confidence and energy someone got a fantasy come true. Somewhere in Australia.

Day 17: I gave someone a page from my diary where I wrote my honest feelings about them

Day 18: I gave a great feedback to my supervisor. Really. They should promote me!

Day 19: I sent my good thoughts to someone in the past.

Day 20: I kissed a boy. 🙈 Very altruistic of me, right?

Day 21: I started volunteering for Techfestival. So see you there this week!


Techfestival volunteers
Techfestival 2017 crew


365 GIVE Challenge

Starting today I will give something every day for a year. I don’t know what, how or to whom, but I will discover it myself or with your help. 🙂

I am doing it because I want to learn how to give and to feel the joy of making others happy. Jacqueline, a mom who created the 365give concept to teach her three-year-old how to give, inspired me to do it in her Ted talk about “how to be happy every day”.

I am gonna keep a daily diary of the things I am giving and share it with you. So please, feel free to write to me any ideas of the things I could possibly give. And be humble, I am just a simple girl with great visions and big dreams, but together we could make a difference.

Have a great day ahead!


PS: I had an amazing start today and now I am running to a lovely dinner – see you later!

How I didn’t meet Rasmus Seebach

Going out used to be my hobby. Week days, weekends and basically any time of the year was absolutely perfect for going out. Sometimes I wouldn’t know what to wear or where to go, but that made it even more exciting. Spending hours figuring an outfit, shaving and putting lots of makeup is the main part of the challenge for a 20 year old. Then you just need to be a pawn on a venue’s board. Ah, being young and curious…

You would say pawns are nothing compared to the nights, bishops or the queens and kings, but nobody can rule without them, right? I used to love them. Pawns. I needed them to keep me company, looking up to me or simply listen to me. I am still scared living without them actually… but now I learned how to use notebooks, apps and smiles. Conversations are still on a learning process, but I am closer than ever to go out alone and actually meet someone. Brrrr. This is actually my Halloween costume tonight. Hopefully everyone will recognize me and spare me of explaining. There are tons of books about it, anyway. 😉

Funny story with this Rasmus Seebach. He is a Danish singer with the same zodiac sign like me, perfect age to get 061113_2marry, sexy as fuck and probably someonw I wouldn’t mind to spawn with. It was a random night out for me and my pawns in some fancy club in Copenhagen, 2 years ago, when I saw a guy coming toward me with huge confidence and definitely a plan. My over protective girl-friend anticipated something and immediately took action. She stopped him 2 steps before his hello and told him he should not even dare saying anything to me. While I was trying to figure out what just happened, them two were starting a pretty interesting conversation. I suddenly remembered I was telling her how we must have a plan to avoid not-so-hot people approaching us and just when I told myself he wasn’t that hot anyway, their intercourse ended.

“Apparently this guy is a guitar player. He plays with Rasmus Seebach who is in the other room and he wanted to invite you over there for a drink, but don’t worry, I told him you are not interested tonight.”

Aham. Who is this Rasmus Seebach?

“Oh, just one of the most popular Danish singers…”

Are you kidding me?!! 😮

That night never happened again. But there’s not a day passing without me imagining how beautiful Rasmus’ hit called “Viorela” would have sounded… sigh.

HEY! I love you!

Tonight, I stopped my bike at the yellow traffic light. I speed up and fly usually, but this first of October was damn long and exhausting so it almost felt like giving up…

While I was sitting on my bike and dreaming of my cozy bed, a muzzy guy crossing the street came to me and shouted a big:


I got a bit scared and immediately started picturing ways to protect myself because, for some unknown reasons, drunk people act like I am a piece of meat. By the time I managed to open my mouth and say something back, he was right next to me. He spread his arms like in slow motion and gave me a short precise hug.

-I love you!

He said it firmly and then continued walking like he had a very definite destination. By the time the light was green I had a big smile and a full heart. God knows I needed that hug, the ‘I love you’ and the whole short event just as it was!

So thank you, muzzy stranger! This was a huge lesson of “don’t worry be happy and freaking LOVE! Even if that will scare the shit out of people!”

And also, stop at the traffic lights!



mama lor de Vikingi!

Dupa ce saptamana trecuta m-am distrat enorm in Silicon Valley, ultimele nopti m-am drogat cu Vikings. Serialul asta a inceput imediat dupa ce am venit eu in Danemarca si de atunci am fost amandoi ocupati. Dar stii ceva? Eu cred ca sunt lucruri precum carti si filme care trebuie sa ne astepte ele pe noi si nu invers. Trebuie sa astepte pana ne facem damblalele, pana acumulam niste experiente si trairi care nu ne fac decat sa imbratisam ecranul si sa topim copertile pana in zori de drag si interes. Atunci o sa-si merite toti banii. Nu-i asa?

Anul trecut n-as fi inteles si m-ar fi plictisit maxim un serial plin de salbatici care se chinuie sa para niste vikingi autentici, dar folosesc cuvinte si expresii din prezent. Ce ma enerveaza cel mai tare e ca vorbesc despre sex mai mult decat il practica. Dar norocul e ca frumusetea vine dinspre zei si culturi diferite, lucruri care ma fascineaza pe mine acum si, bineinteles, australianul din rolul principal in ochii caruia m-am inecat din 2013 pe afis. Cea mai faina lupta si singura care ma intereseaza e data intre credinta unui preot crestin care invata si adopta practicile paganilor nordici. Athlestan era oricum un preot talentat si curios de fel, dar cand isi cunoaste varianta razboinica, puternica si neinfricata in vikingul Ragnar, oh well… povestea este foarte asemanatoare cu a mea de cand m-am mutat in Copenhaga. Aici mi-am cunoscut varianta masculina, Nordica, necredincioasa, fricoasa, mult mai inteligenta, smechera, lipsita de scrupule si mai prost imbracata. Ne-am imprietenit. Nu ca Ragnar si preotul lui crestin (mai mult ca Lagertha cu Kalf), dar am trecut prin teste grele si am invatat unul de la altul. Pana acum am crezut mereu ca eu am fost vinovata pentru fiecare lupta pierduta. Serialul asta mi-a aratat in alte imagini si cuvinte ca n-am gresit cu absolut nimic. Si nu doar intr-o singura relatie cu un danez, ci mai multe. Pentru un an de zile am locuit cu un danez. Un Viking prin infatisare, port si credinte. L-am judecat dupa felul in care am fost eu invatata de mica pentru ca nu m-a intrebat cum o duc sau ca nu m-a invitat cu el la masa. M-am simtit nedorita pentru ca nu mi-a oferit atentie si abia am asteptat sa ma mut… dupa cererea lui. I-am spus cand am plecat ca imi pare rau ca nu am reusit sa fim prieteni. Mi-a spus atunci ca suntem prieteni. Pe facebook. Dupa ce timp de un an de zile mi-am dorit sa fim prieteni si sa impartim mancare si idei, dupa ce m-am mutat si am incetat sa mai imi pese, vikingul mi-a marturisit ca i-am fost cea mai draga colega de apartament si vrea sa luam cina impreuna. Nemai obosindu-ma sa interpretez intentiile, pentru un oarecare motiv, nu pot sa nu ma gandesc la Mathias care mi-a spus ca … el are prieteni destui. Acum, spune-mi tu, cine are prieteni destui?

Iubesc Copenhaga. Sunt convinsa maxim ca e cel mai frumos oras in care am locuit vreodata si aici ma simt acasa. Well, mai mult pe strazi decat inauntru, dar asta-i alta poveste. Danezii sunt un popor extraordinar. Sunt virtuosi si inteligenti. Sunt uniti si individualisti. Si-au pastrat multe caracteristici din stramosi si in sfarsit am inteles de ce. Incet, incet, renunt si ma calmez cand vine vorba de judecatile si asteptarile cu care am fost crescuta. Aici am invatat ca un zambet face cat zece propozitii si, mai mult, iti poate face toata ziua mai frumoasa. Danezii m-au invatat ce inseamna sa iesi din zona de confort generala si sa iti cauti propriul tau confort. Daca nu vrei sa ai o experienta, then don’t! Nu te obliga absolut nimeni sa faci lucruri care nu-ti plac. In Scandinavia exista o anumite libertate si o siguranta aparte. Dar pentru ca nu le poti avea pe toate – ca doar asta-i sensul vietii – singuratatea e o stare generala. Da, poate pentru imigranti si expati in general, dar si pentru danezi, e o conditie greu de inteles si acceptat. Cere timp.

Nordicii s-au desprins mereu de celelalte popoare printr-o vointa superioasa de cunoastere de sine. Cred ca asta i-a adus atat de departe – si la propriu si la figurat. Acum am inteles ca asta m-a adus sip e mine aici. Si daca l-ai cunoscut pe Athelstan, atunci ai idee cam ce lupte se dau in mintea mea acum. Da, trebuie sa-mi descopar sinele si dumnezeul. Pentru ca nu-i asa de simplu ca la ora de religie, iar eu sunt curioasa rau de tot. 🙂

Anyway, azi e prima zi adevarata de vara in Danemarca. Vreau sa merg pe plaja. Singura. Dar poti sa vii si tu daca vrei sa iti mai povestesc din astea. Sa-mi ierti dramatismul acum, e dimineata si sunt nedormita. Il confund usor cu romantismul…


This is one of those Sunday mornings… when you wish for someone to wake you up with feather kisses and slow touches in a bright sunlight and a chilly breeze coming from an opened window. You are half asleep, half naked and only worrying about your breath being a turn off so he better stop anything that you might ruin…(you think too much) But he doesn’t care, he knows what you both want and plays some Chet Faker: Release Your Problems!

I move out. “The end of an era.” That’s what Daniel said when I left. It was like an expected breakup. I was sad and happy in the same time. Now I am looking at my new room’s ceiling and even though I am kinda done picturing the future, I will keep my dreams and wishes on. Especially after these last nights. Oh, if you only knew how distorted was everything for me…

Then again Distorsion happened. That shit was crazy and I felt like I’m 17 again. Thousands of people, loads of booze, tons of parties, music, fashion, fast-food, dirt, screams, pictures, cigarettes, kisses, chills, piss, energy, dancing, 19.281 steps on Moves app (per day) and I forgot to Elevate. Dayuuum!

My happiness – some kind of fucked up mess. You know that feeling when you got enough of exactly what you wanted and it makes you happy and grateful and you say no to more? Actually it’s a very rare one and I needed a lot of tote to have it. Did I lower my expectations while being busy living? Dunno. I think I’m going back to my imaginary plate of sweet dreams and hopes full of love (and Chet Faker bringing me breakfast in bed). My loneliness will take no part in this. I am puzzled. Literally. 🙂

I made this puzzle for a competition. I didn't win that exact prize but I won other stuff with it :)
I made this puzzle for a competition. I didn’t win that exact prize but I won other stuff with it 🙂
Big juicy lips, soul mirror eyes, white nights lines, witchy nose, lost in a huge messy suitcase with great memories and plans! :D = an idea of me
Big juicy lips, soul mirror eyes, white nights lines, witchy nose, lost in a huge messy suitcase with great memories and plans! 😀 = an idea of me