The 30th of November is a very important day for Galaţi. The city is beginning to swarm with colours, sounds and people again, as everyone gets into the holidays atmosphere for a few days. They’ve started on the 25th this year.

On the main streets little wooden shopping stands have begun to pop up out of nowhere. Some are already opened to the public and the tempting aromas of hot wine with cinnamon or gingerbread lure you to them. Multicoloured lights and all sorts of ornaments have already taken their places all over the little shops, trees and electricity pillars. Children here and there have already started terrorising people with their little but annoying petards. Local and other national singers are preparing themselves for the concerts they’ll have. Now we’re expecting the traditional craftsmen with all the little “nothings” they have for sale while these celebrations will last.

And the “grand finale” is the carnival with the allegorical carriages, when most people are out in the streets wearing all kinds of costumes and masks, singing and dancing or merely walking, but having a good time, before it all ends with the beautiful and traditional fireworks.

Regardless of the freezing cold and the dashing wind outside, the environment seems so welcoming and cozy these days… It’s not by far a comparison to the magnificent Rio carnival, but one could actually end up loving a city for such days. I know I do.

And, since I’ve (finally!) got my 512 Sony Memory Stick Pro, I’ll be able to take more pics and film anything that’s worth it. In the meantime, though, I’ve got to learn for the exam on 29th.

Joy.

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There are times when I end up thinking that crying can bring somebody to a nearly orgiastic-like state of relaxation afterwards.

I recall the first time I made her cry…

She had called. I said something which upset her. She couldn’t understand what I had felt that made me say those words. And I didn’t know how to explain it better, because I was sure that she was able to get the picture behind the words. Then there came silence. I waited a bit, presuming she was thinking what more to say. But she hang up after another minute or so. I called her back. She answered. “Why did you just hang up like that? What are you doing?” “I’m crying.” Those words broke my heart. I got dressed and in 5 minutes I was at her place holding her hands and telling her to calm down and that I was sorry. Merciless and cold as I can be sometimes, I had actually hurt her. And that was by no means my intention. She used to be such a good friend…

Nowadays we barely see each other. We get together only when we’ve got issues that can’t be solved otherwise. We’ve chosen different ways. We’re not friends anymore, we’ve got to know each other too well.

That’s the first thing that came to my mind last night, but I was unable to write anything more back then. Pure coincidences, yes. Cries can be so helpful sometimes. We all want to look strong and to leave the impression that we’re able to control all our feelings, but sometimes we trip and fall down into the abysses we’ve surrounded ourselves with. They think we understand how they feel, we think they understand how we feel. But none of us really does. Different life paths have led to different perspectives over things. It’s improbable to the point of impossible to have the same ideas about the same things. Opinions are rarely the same, unless dragged to radical limits or drowned in hurtful compromises.

Selfish by definition, we can rarely think about the others before thinking of ourselves. Meaningful to some, meaningless to others… Thank you for the inspiration.

Empty skies – but a butterfly’s wings beat silent like air…

Kosheen – Empty Skies

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I’ve recently remembered that movie, one that most of us have heard about (or, if not, they definitely should) and enjoyed watching at least once. Somebody mentioned having lifted music up to the rank of passion. The context was far more complex, but one idea kept popping up in my mind: the significance of music for each and every individual, the way we see it, the way others see it, the way it is generally perceived and interpreted.

But I tend to see music above the status of a simple passion – I regard it as a magnificently crafted jewel which adorns every possible second – time entangled with symphonies of sound, order bewildered by chaotic attempts to entrap the essence of existence itself.

Beginning with those ancient drum-beats meant to satisfy savage gods and to bring solace to confused spirits, music has played an important role in our lives, whether we realise it or not. And I’m not referring to the industry which has been built up because of it, but of the actual feelings and sensations it manages to convey. There are times in our lives when music is the only thing that can redeem us and bring us freedom in its purest form. It can bring together scattered shards and mend broken dreams. It can heal wounds and make the scars look less hideous. It can melt icy hearts. It can help fallen angels rise and shine …again.

Where are the composers whose music could make you shiver or even cry?

Without music, life would be a mistake.

Friedrich Nietzsche

Words have never been enough.

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Untouchable. Worlds apart. Ages apart. Bad timing, it’s always the bad timing.

Staring blankly at nothing in particular is not nice. Staring blankly at nothing in particular over long periods of time is not healthy. Staring blankly at nothing in particular, exploiting your mind to harvest too many overwhelming thoughts over long periods of time is not sane. Staring blankly at nothing in particular, exploiting your mind to harvest too many overwhelming thoughts over long periods of time and not getting to the expected answers or solutions is a tragedy.

And a sign of failure.

My silence guided me into abandoning this race. This play isn’t fit for me, it made me aim too high and miss. I hate it when it all ends with “Pity, it could have been nice…” out of all the possible other endings. But it seems I have to give up before the gun marks the start. The defeated jackal retires with his tail down and his head bowed because he can’t have his victory this time. The vultures are too many and too ravenous. Why did they praise his figure on marvellously crafted walls? Why did they say he was of divine bloodlines?

I won’t go through all the mistakes I’ve done in times like this. They’ve always ended bad and I hate bad endings. Especially when it seems a one-way only track. Sometimes I wish I could read minds …better. And I still don’t know if Cleopatra had had red hair.

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Why didn’t anybody tell me that MMORPGs can be as boring as addictive?

Anyway, I’ve found myself a new “occupation” for the moments when I get bored enough not to do anything else, more productive: Silkroad Online. Too bad their server is overburdened pretty much of the time and it takes quite a while to connect. Other than that, it’s pretty and totally free. Joy!

If anyone’s interested, I’m on Xian, my ID and char name in there is Gabrielle. Buzz me, let’s make some sort of guild and proceed to world domination!

Oh and don’t forget to get the latest Firefox RC version. Yep, I’m advertising. So what? Nobody cares anyway.

LE: We have a guild now, it’s called DarkLight. We’re still working on the world domination part.

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