<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9188323650061887878</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:42:27.114+02:00</updated><title type='text'>juicyfruits.</title><subtitle type='html'>In my microcosm everything is colorful.  Most of the time the colors shine bright, sometimes even dark, there are grey areas, different shadings but most important: there is a great variety in colors and this makes my life very special.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicyfruitmarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9188323650061887878/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicyfruitmarcy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9188323650061887878.post-1940287304804234248</id><published>2008-10-30T00:39:00.015+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T03:14:14.214+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Literally frozen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;theoretical error fom childhood #1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little I was convinced that people from different countries laugh differently. I wouldn't even be able to identify it as laughter. I imagined it as spoken words in a different language and I just wasn't able to follow the meaning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;theoretical error from childhood #2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little I was convinced by the fact that everything out of my reach (all the things I cannot touch, see, smell, taste or hear) is literally frozen. Everyone and everything starts to "play" when the person or the object comes into my reach...it's like watching a movie, you see some protagonists on screen and you know that people behind the camera are waiting for the next scene to show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This retro-thoughts came back to me today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm "sensing" my friends who are living in Vienna almost every day or let's say at least, I know that I can meet them easily-easily if time and desire allow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some of my friends are living abroad and thanks to our digitalized world it's supposed to stay in contact effortless ...and although everyone has a mail account, facebook, skype or whatever means of modern communication it is not always that easy... right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have this one dearest friend who lives in France (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello Niki&lt;/span&gt;). Our friendship lasts now for more than 6 years. We had years together in Vienna, we had days and weeks together outside of Vienna, we had years on mail and skype. A lot of real-life experiences. Laughing, talking, discussing, listening, sharing, caring, silent moments, disappointments, pure mutual sympathy/Zuneigung - all elements in the evolution of a friendship. I will introduce him to this wonderful concept of  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Δορο φιλιασ"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I had a wonderful evening tonight with a friend from Serbia (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Hello Zorana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;) who was in Vienna for only 2 days. We were talking about old and new, good and bad things, we laughed, we drank, we shared memories about those few months we had together in real life...I introduced her to this wonderful concept of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Δορο φιλιασ"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've spent 4 wondeful days with a new friend from Greece (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Hello Dimitris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;). We've got2know each other last september and both of us cannot deny this special connection - this sparkling something where we can now base our friendship on. He introduced me to this wonderful conc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;t of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Δορο φιλιασ" and I will meet him again very soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I didn't assume anymore that somebody is going to freeze as soon as (s)he is out of my reach... and I know as well that each person laughs differently and it's understandable all over the world :) (wow, what a knowledge).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's a fact that we are friends on distance,&lt;br /&gt;and it's a fact that we have different ways of living,&lt;br /&gt;but it's a fact that we are special to each other.&lt;br /&gt;and I hope that it will stay like this in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, my friends...no matter where you are.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9188323650061887878-1940287304804234248?l=juicyfruitmarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicyfruitmarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/1940287304804234248/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9188323650061887878&amp;postID=1940287304804234248' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9188323650061887878/posts/default/1940287304804234248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9188323650061887878/posts/default/1940287304804234248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicyfruitmarcy.blogspot.com/2008/10/literally-frozen.html' title='Literally frozen.'/><author><name>Marcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9188323650061887878.post-3010635266037609746</id><published>2008-10-24T00:40:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T01:18:54.500+02:00</updated><title type='text'>About optimism, pessimism and realism...</title><content type='html'>...what kind of person are you?&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about this basic attitude someone has towards something...let's say towards life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the optimistic one. I'm trying to be realistic for decades now but I have to admit that this pure optimism, my dreamy mindset does not always allow realistic perspectives... especially when it is about dreaming my life... oh, I have this wonderful dream living by the saeside, surrounded by people who share the same attitudes, running my own business together with friends...nevertheless knowing that I have to work hard for my dreams and also in a new country daily routine would get back to me some day. But I imagine daily routine surrounded by the sea as something wonderful...&lt;br /&gt;if I would be pessimistic - I would probably lead my whole life differently...and maybe I wouldn't even follow my dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attitude one has towards life mirrors itself in all spheres - isn't it like this? When you discuss about a crazy but cool entrepreneurial idea, the pessimistic ones would say: It will not work out because...; the realistic ones would say: We have to make a plan and check the resources...; the optimistic ones would say: I believe in it so let's do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to offend someone for his/her mindset. But I'm happy that I think the way I do think. 100% pure optimism is probably not the best way but paired with an healthy realism, life will be wonderful. Therefore I'm constantly working on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my quote of the day: "And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music." (Nietzsche)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9188323650061887878-3010635266037609746?l=juicyfruitmarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicyfruitmarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/3010635266037609746/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9188323650061887878&amp;postID=3010635266037609746' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9188323650061887878/posts/default/3010635266037609746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9188323650061887878/posts/default/3010635266037609746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicyfruitmarcy.blogspot.com/2008/10/about-optimism-pessimism-and-realism.html' title='About optimism, pessimism and realism...'/><author><name>Marcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9188323650061887878.post-2693704286199081303</id><published>2008-10-05T21:16:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:46:03.001+02:00</updated><title type='text'>About life-chaining and life-changing decisions...</title><content type='html'>How much time does it need until &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you realize&lt;/span&gt; the things that make you truly happy?&lt;br /&gt;How much time does it need until &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you take decisions&lt;/span&gt; that are right for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; and not for the people around you?&lt;br /&gt;What does it need to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;put&lt;/span&gt; these decisions &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;into reality&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed years. Especially the last year was full of thoughts and ponderings, I didn't speak to hardly anyone - now it is time to share...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Right now, everything is so clear for me - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quitting my business studies&lt;/span&gt; that didn't make me happy at all and doing the things that are my passions (arts, languages), elaborating ideas which could be very successful one day, going further and simply starting to having myself completely. Not acting under pressure anymore - pressure applied by friends, family and society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not deny that it is important to have a degree. But what is important for others is not necessarily important for me. And this awareness is probably one of the most important ones I had in the last few years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I regret anything one day?&lt;br /&gt;When you are true to yourself there shouldn't be any space for regrets to emerge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I see myself in 2 or 5 years?&lt;br /&gt;I know already where I do not want to be - working for a company 8h or more per day, depending on instructions, confined to vienna in a field of work that is simply not corresponding to my passions. I want to do my own stuff, although it is probably not the easiest way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there 2 different kinds of people?&lt;br /&gt;The ones who look for a cool job, no matter where...others where the environment counts more than the job... I think I'm imputable to the second kind of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to live a life which I am creating, because it is too precious to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I do have already concrete plans in my mind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9188323650061887878-2693704286199081303?l=juicyfruitmarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicyfruitmarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/2693704286199081303/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9188323650061887878&amp;postID=2693704286199081303' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9188323650061887878/posts/default/2693704286199081303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9188323650061887878/posts/default/2693704286199081303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicyfruitmarcy.blogspot.com/2008/10/about-life-chaining-and-life-changing.html' title='About life-chaining and life-changing decisions...'/><author><name>Marcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9188323650061887878.post-6895043555933078755</id><published>2008-08-10T22:47:00.013+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:53:35.940+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Isles of Passion.</title><content type='html'>During an AIESEC conference last february a girl stated in front of some other people: "If I would be a boy I would immediately fall in love with you, Marci." And a boy sitting right next to her (who prefers boys btw) added: "Me too." The people around me were laughing because of this funny little conversation, I laughed as well but I felt really touched by these words. This was probably the most wonderful compliment I was ever paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family, friends and even people who got to know me recently tell me that I have a "beaming" smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason that I found out for myself is quite simple: I'm passionate about living. And with passion I mean 100% pure love for every sphere in life I'm committing myself to - my inner self, people, hobbies, responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omi, Opi, Mama, (the core of) my friends, painting, drawing, reading, thinking, writing, art, music, Italy and last but not least AIESEC&lt;br /&gt;                                  &lt;br /&gt;are my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ISLES OF PASSION&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of those are shaping my reality, are shaping me as person, make me happy and make it worth living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9188323650061887878-6895043555933078755?l=juicyfruitmarcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juicyfruitmarcy.blogspot.com/feeds/6895043555933078755/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9188323650061887878&amp;postID=6895043555933078755' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9188323650061887878/posts/default/6895043555933078755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9188323650061887878/posts/default/6895043555933078755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juicyfruitmarcy.blogspot.com/2008/08/isles-of-passion.html' title='Isles of Passion.'/><author><name>Marcy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
