Not a supergirl

Lately I have been facing quite some stress and constantly got sick. I guess it takes more resistance to be a supergirl, so I am taking a trip to Sibiu for some relief.

It's funny though, had I been following my own advice, I would probably feel better.

And then she'd shout down the line tell me she's got no more time
'cause she's a supergirl, and supergirls don't hide.
And then she'd scream in my face, tell me that leave, leave this place
'cause she's a supergirl, and supergirls just fly
(Reamonn - Supergirl)

We're Damaged People

Working from 9 to 23 and then arriving home in a state of higher perception, where dreams and reality mingle, is an experience I’m having on an unfrequent basis. Do we even notice what is real around us? Do we even care to sever dreams from reality? Sometimes all we can do is just keep trace of what might be real and not let get ourselves be drawn to impossibilities.

A recent Discovery documentary regarding narcolepsy made me draw a mental parallel between those sleepwaking people and the office life, especially before the usual cup of coffee :-). And then again, what can we do besides sleeping? See here for a broader view.

Precious and fragile things

Need special handling
My God what have we done to You?
We always try to share
The tenderest of care
Now look what we have put You through...

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give
(Depeche Mode, Precious)

Short bits because of KIBS :)

Just a short one today:

1. Duran Duran is touring Bucharest on the 19 October and we probably will attend (to make up for Stufstock);
2. My new favourite song: Suede - Everything will flow;
3. According to the Romanian legislation I will probably only be able to get a cheap car by the end of this year or a jeep in ten year's time, as the excises will be adjusted to the EU level for the first car registration.

And that's the hardest part

I have only returned from a lovely vacation week at the seaside to see that nothing has changed. We were happy to enjoy very sunny weather and could swim a lot, and there is internal energy enough now as to appease the dumb feeling that comes with autumn (more work, more deadlines etc, for a workaholic the true juice of life - ?!).

Highlights of the holidays were, among others, reading Breakfast at Tiffany’s by Truman Capote, seeing "Love lasts for three years" (and disagreeing with it), rowing a canoe to the old shipwreck, trying the Bulgarian cucumber soup and getting burned in a one-piece bathing suit in the sun. There were some ideas that came up at the seaside, which I will share with you later.

The most interesting still was what I found when I came back from holidays (in which I had made some unfortunate attempts to connect to my office server). Not sufficing my proud ownership of more than one mobile phone, my employer decided to have me permanently connected to the office email. He thus invested in a device clever enough as to notify me of any new emails arriving in the inbox, besides featuring Internet, Bluetooth, calls and the rest. So I am officially a BlackBerry-holic (for the good it may bring).

Someday I swear I’ll go back to launching smoke signals.

PS1: Next weekend is a jolly one, with the fourth Stufstock coming up. Meet you there :-)

PS2: The Placebo concert left me disappointed, with a continuous brainsmashing punk sound that didn's come close to what I had listened before and a bored-depressed Brian Molko whose tendency was rather to fight the mic than to sing something into it. Remains the voice and the presence, questionable in motives.

And I said "What about Breakfast at Tiffany's?"
She said "I think I remember the film
And as I recall, I think we both kinda liked it"
And I said "Well, that's the one thing we've got"

(Deep Blue Something, Breakfast at Tiffany's)

It's not about doing the things you love, it's about doing things with the one you love

Tonight I went to a movie with one of my oldest and best friends here in Bucharest. The movie for the evening was The Break-Up. It was a good choice for a variety of reasons, especially since my friend had broken up with her 4-year boyfriend some time ago. Except for the fact that American men (hm… only them? :-)) need to be fancy, art-needs-to-be explained-to millionaires to even get close to looking acceptable and men in general only get to cooking when things get serious (read: breakup is close), my takeaway was that when things do come to an end, it’s more courageous to take another step and another step, till there is another path that opens up in front of you. Although clinging to the past and crying about your loss might sound enticing, taking care of yourself, looking good and taking in another deep breath of life might prove to be a much better idea.

There was a declaration my friends and I once hung up on our board room’s wall: “We believe in the dignity of the individual and live our lives as we see fit.” It was so good having the feeling all four of us are still living that. And here’s to you, girls! :-)

and through it all she offers me protection
a lot of love and affection
whether I’m right or wrong
and down the waterfall
wherever it may take me
I know that life wont break me
when I come to call
she wont forsake me
I’m loving angels instead

(Robbie Wiliams, Angels)

Let me tell you of my need to reach the sky

After some weeks in which I only arrived home to eat and eventually sleep, I have finally returned to a state of higher grace in which I have started to view my room as an organic part of myself (like a snail’s home, but metaphorically different). There are some changes I have in mind – moving some furniture around, framing some pictures and putting them on the walls, painting the window frames, all in all making some changes that are meant to make my organic room feel as enthusiastic as I am about the recent changes in my own life.

Speaking of which, I went swimming two days ago and met a friend whom I hadn't seen in quite a long time. It was quite disturbing to try to answer his question "What have you been up to lately?", as I was not really up to anything but work, some reading (Dune first series), only two movies (Hearts in Atlantis and Dune), a bowling session with the team, two days in Sibiu and that kind of says it all. However, by taking up swimming again and starting to visit friends, I hope to boost anew my connection with life.

Cheers!

Let me tell you 'bout my life,

Let me tell you 'bout my dreams,

Let me tell you 'bout the things that happen, all is real to me.

Let me tell you of my hope, of my need to reach the sky,

Let me take you on an awkward journey, let me tell you why.

Let me tell you why

(Iron Maiden, The Reincarnation of Benjamin Breeg)

A friend in need's a friend indeed, a friend with weed is better

Somebody once sang in my ear, in a crowded place, "Every me... and every you" in a silent voice, whispering a breath of his soul, and looked at me with eyes meant to make me remember, after years, that it was indeed only me and him back then. Regardless of the people around us and cut away from time, we were alone for a fraction of time.

I will remember that on the 13th August, when Placebo will be concerting at the Arenele Romane. Go for tickets here.

Always stays the same, nothing ever changes,
English summer rain seems to last for ages.

I’m in the basement, you’re in the sky,
I’m in the basement baby, drop on by.

(Placebo, English Summer Rain)