Words can't be taken back

When you ask someone about the qualities they appreciate in another person, you'll probably hear sincerity a lot. And that's just great, we all want sincere friends, partners, colleagues in our lives. But let me ask you something... Should there be a limit? When do you draw a line? What if you hurt someone beyond repair with your sincerity? Hmm. What if you mistook selfishness for sincerity...?

Post-rock vibes or how to calm an anxious spirit

Hey guys!

No blog post for the last weekend, because I was out of town, attending the ARTmania Festival in Sibiu and I tried to stay away from the demon named technology (as much as I could, at least). Honestly, I wanted to write about this event, make a review of some sort, but I've changed my mind. I can say I loved every second of it. The shows, the atmosphere, everything was just great. Like every year, I've met dear friends and lovely artists and I'll treasure these memories and add them to the past ones, since this was my 8th time attending this festival (out of 12). 

Looking forward to ARTmania no. 13! 😈

ARTmania crowd, before Tarja, 29th of July

The Mask and the Mirror III

The Mask and the Mirror

The Mask and the Mirror II

Gently touches the Mask. Stares at it.

Yes, just like that... Closer, closer... The pain will end... It will all end...

Grabs the Mask and holds it just in front of his face. Remains like that, pondering, while tears begin to flow.

You know you want to, child.
I am already You.

"What are you, and why today,

all that's tragic, feels the same

There's no feeling, there's no pain,

cold, rain"

Suddenly, there was no anger, no fear, no nothing. His tears stopped pouring. He just stood there with his eyes fixed on the Mask, so close to his face, then took a peek at the Mirror. He never felt this tired before, it was so consuming, this inner battle that he was fighting for so long was simply too much. 

"From the darkness, into the light

Face the demons, left and right

If there's no wrong, can there be right?

Only a thin, fading line"

ARTmania 2013 (Part I)

A trecut şi ARTmania, evenimentul pe care îl aştept cu mare drag şi multă nerăbdare de la an la an. Oricine a fost, cel puţin o dată, la acest festival îşi poate da seama de ce spun asta: profesionalism, varietate şi frumuseţe intr-un decor de vis. Bineînţeles că şi ediţia de anul acesta s-a încadrat perfect in tipar şi nu ne-a dezamăgit. Cred că singura mică problemă a fost căldura insuportabilă, dar i-am făcut faţă!

Ziua 1 - joi, 8 august 2013

Am ajuns în Sibiu pe la ora 2PM şi mi-am dat seama ce ţeapă am luat fix când am coborât din autocar. Eram mai mult ca sigură că în Sibiu o să mă răcoresc, dar se pare că nu avea să fie aşa, ba din contră, era chiar mai cald. Horror. Eh, ne descurcăm. Un suc cu gheaţă, o discuţie cu un vechi prieten pe superba terasă de la Cafe Wien, acompaniaţi de acorduri de pian şi deja mă simţeam mai bine. Am stabilit cu restul prietenilor implicaţi în "excursia ARTmania" să ne odihnim sau să lenevim până pe la 5PM, că nu prea avea niciun rost să ne topim pe afară. Zis şi făcut. Cu forţe proaspete, s-a strigat catalogul la Bohemian Flow în Piaţa Mică, şi tocmai bine că ne-am aşezat pe noua terasă cu vedere spre scena unde aveau să cânte The Mono Jacks şi Lights Out!. Dacă nouă ne era super cald cu ceva rece în faţă şi stând la umbră, chiar nu vreau să ştiu cum s-au simţit ei cântând pe drăcovenia aia de scenă la etaj. Nu zic că nu arăta bine, chiar era cool aşa, dar... pana mea, la 38 de grade +, nu cred că a fost tocmai plăcut. Oricum, ambele trupe au sunat bine şi au strâns ceva lume dornică de distracţie în Piaţa Mică.

The Mask and the Mirror II

If the first part of The Mask and the Mirror the voice was given to the Mirror, that tried to encourage the main character to face his/her fears and to let go of the Mask, this time it is the Mask's turn to pledge its beliefs. To whom will you listen?

Do you really believe in success without me by your side?

Do you really think you can manage to face another day without me protecting you?

Do you truly believe that people will like you if you give me up?

My child, you are such a fool if you only dare to dream that you could possibly manage without me...

I am the one that grants you strength and courage to face every little obstacle that you encounter.

I am the one that keeps your so-called friends close. Let's be honest... It is already hard enough for me to make you seem a pleasant person, so try, just try, to imagine how would this become if it wasn't for me. You are lonely even with them at your side, or what is left of them... because you dared listen just for a little while to that good for nothing Mirror and you instantly committed grave mistakes. When will you learn that honesty and kindness are NEVER answered with sincere goodness? People always forget those who help them, those who listen to their pathetic constant whining and feeling sorry for themselves, ah, even I sometimes feel like cracking from hearing all those complaints and stupid problems! You sank in this complicated devotion of trying to help them fix most of their troubles, forgetting that nobody will stand with you when hard times will follow your steps. Only after feeling the terrible sting of disappointment, you dare turn to me. 

Yes... Disappointment... It consumes you. And I can only enjoy this torment of yours, because it always leads you back, right in my caressing, patient arms.

Late night thoughts

Sometimes I wonder about the changes that could have appeared in my life, if I was as ignorant as most people these days. Honestly, I'm fed up with a lot of you. I keep on hearing this shit with "Ignorance is bliss" and I feel like banging my head on the nearest wall, because nowadays people can't seem to understand this statement. Everybody thinks it's cool to "not give a fuck". Of course, one shouldn't be too sensitive about every little problem in life, but you people really amaze me. Lately (and sadly), I have observed so many negative changes regarding some of my... friends. And it hurts. I have the courage to admit it hurts. Yeah, it's not a weakness, it's a human emotion and instead of acting all mighty and saying "I don't give a fuck", I choose to admit it hurts. Feel free to laugh or to feel superior, at least at the end of the day I will know that I've been honest with myself, unlike you. 

Let me tell you something... You may feel good with yourself for some time, keeping inside everything that is tormenting you and acting like everything is fine and dandy, but trust me, there will come a time when this avalanche is going to get to you and it won't be pretty. I learned this the hard way. 

Greetings!

Well this is a bit weird. 

Some time ago I've told myself that I'd never start a blog, because I could not see its purpose. I mean... I already have a Facebook page, a Twitter page (and I rarely use it) and I just remembered about the MySpace one. I thought I've forgotten the password, but guess what? "Connect with Facebook". Say what?

If I try hard enough I might connect my washing machine with Facebook. Now THAT would be something! Status: "Cristina's washing machine is now in the process of rinsing some awesome black T-shirts!" Cool.

So what I am saying is that I made this blog in order to express some of my feelings/opinions/rants about crazy things that go through my head almost all the time. I'll try to write more about stuff that I like, experiences I had and clearly there will be a lot of action regarding music. Gonna try to make some reviews (albums, concerts etc because I wanna learn to do this the right way) whenever I'll find my damn inspiration! This is a promise to myself... as much as I hate promises. So yeah, music, music, music! Underground bands, underrated writers and photographers... and other things that I'll find interesting and intriguing, because I don't want this blog to go only in the "me, me, me!" direction. 

I have so many things to say right now, but it's all so scrambled in my mind so I'd better stop before I begin to write about silly things and freak you out. I'm not saying I won't freak you out later, but as this is the first post, the presentation post, I'd rather make a good impression. So much fail. But, please, remember I am cute and I have good intentions! Lol. 

Ok, enough with the babbling! Feel free to follow me or.. whatever the hell they call it here (still browsing around with no clue of what I have to do). And let me know if you also have a blog here so I can read your stuff, exchange ideas, become friends and dance on the rainbow! Yeah! /facepalm

Wish me luck!

Cris

P.S. If you are wondering what's with the name of the blog...