Coachella

This weekend, we are surrounded by qualitative sounds, that transport us into a thing called “music”. For me, that means that I will watch the Youtube Live Stream, as I did this morning (for that’s how time zone works for me). It is unfulfilling, still it is amazing to watch live acts from my beloved bands.

Saturday is the day I long (well, Sunday morning for my country) for I have so many band I want to see, like one of my favourite bands of all time, Bon Iver; and The Shins, Laura Marling, Grace Potter and the Nocturnals and so on.

I hope it will be an eventful weekend and Easter, for today is Easter’s Eve. Happy Easter!

Hunger Games: Movie vs Book

I have recently read the books. I was immediately immersed in the plot, I fell in love with Peeta, and kept my breath at every step. It was a treat reading these books, even making me realise that good books can still be made.

Time came that I went to see the movie too! I was on the chair at the cinema, watching the pictures move; no feelings inside. I liked the weird fashion, soundtrack, actors, but I couldn’t seem to connect with the film. I wasn’t living the action, I was just watching. The movie felt like a stranger, and I couldn’t meet it.

Furthermore, what happened to Peeta? We had Josh Hutcherson in all his gorgeousness waiting to take his part at the plot. He didn’t got the chance. From the first moment I saw Peeta, he wasn’t like the one in the book, his manner, his relationship with Katniss (that felt wrong from the beginning to the ending), the way it ended. The image of Josh was perfect for Peeta, but the way he chose to act him, was wrong.

All in all, the movie was very good, feelings and books aside. Gary Ross did an excellent job in putting the books on-screen, although he forgot some of the emotions; the blame can’t be put entirely on him, for the actors have a piece of it too. I hope that the movie will get better if I will watch it again.

P.S. Wes Bentley did an exquisite job playing Seneca Crane.

72/366

72/366, a photo by nijntjee on Flickr.

Here I am, after 4 months, ready to write again. The sun, the warmth in the air, the joy, everything has a way of telling me I should begin to write again. It was supposed to be the perfect way of forgetting your problems, but I can't seem to get rid of them and I step quietly into oblivion, waiting for everything to go away.
I realized it is not that simple. You have to work your way out, to struggle at every bruise, also to remember that tomorrow will be better. It always is, at least in the morning, when you think that you can start fresh, but fate finds a way to mess your words, doing the opposite of what you wish; all in all doing the same thing as yesterday. That's when the hatred begins.
I hoped that getting a new haircut and the arrival of spring would help me. It did, at least for some days, but for the other days, I feel the same.