Blogging: the real truth

Feeling bored? Start blogging. You'll never get bored. You'll waste your time on whatever you want, whenever you want to.
Now, let me make an account of all blogs and bloglets I own or contribute to...
-> this one, of course http://tsvetana.myaiesec.net
-> the first blog - on MSN http://tsveti2dreamon.spaces.live.com
-> the blog in Bulgarian on Wordpress http://tsvetana.wordpress.com
-> the funny try which didn't work out http://curioustsveti.blogspot.com
-> Balkanizer - contributor only http://blogs.tol.org/balkans
-> CEE - The Puzzle - a contributor to-be http://blogs.tol.org/puzzle
-> the hidden beauty of the Bulgarian capital http://hiddensofia.blogspot.com

Am I too overexcited about blogs? Perhaps yes, it takes too much time even to think what to blog about and WHERE the hell. At the same time it becomes more and more difficult to balance with all these things I'm doing or I'm about to start doing.

Why do we need blogs? It's so annoying sometimes when you feel that your postings are one of those sophisticated, analytical and emotional diaries which have flooded the internet world. Moaning stories, roaming stories, stories without a clear purpose, ones with no beginning, others with no end - why, why???

Repetition, repetition, repetition. As if you're listening to a broken gramophone record. Recently I read a posting about the purposeless blogs and their authors. Well, leaving my beliefs in relativity of truth aside, there's definitely something true. If you have no inspiration, your blog is crap. Haha, it's probably true also that the way a blog is written reflects the personality of its owner - I mean in real life. The latter is a long story with many examples and I don't want to waste my brain, my finger muscles, the electricity, and - of course - my time, on long sentences without any significant meaning.

I just want to do it as always: with passion and inspiration. ;-)

They made it!!!

They've just made it!

Stoyan and Elitsa qualified for the Final of Eurovision 2007! It's so awesome that our song was appreciated well enough by people from the rest of Europe!

I'm so happy! :)

Good luck, Elitsa and Stoyan! Good luck, Bulgaria! :)

Go, Elitsa and Stoyan!

Reflection moments disappear with time...

Sometimes I sit and think. Sometimes I sit and just try to think. Thoughts and concentration of thoughts on one specific topic sometimes is a problem. Especially after midnight, no one here, chill out music... simply another world.
In such cases I just sit and my thoughts flow like a stream: faste and faster down the slope and don't know which direction might take. Might bump into a rock, might change its direction, but wouldn't stop.
Such moments are very precious for me. They make me feel sometimes I get a bit closer to another level...
Sadly, they happen less and less frequently nowadays. It's just that rushing everyday life which makes me get stuck into the trivial. I feel this happens with many people nowadays. The more time passes, the closer we get to a street with no crossroads. We just see what's in front of us, but nothing on the periphery.
I've had the opportunities to sit and relax, and contemplate... but I would simply forget about it.
As time passes by, life gets dull, materialistic, we become narrow-minded and prejudiced about anything spiritual, or simply anything "inner". Reflection becomes a dirty word, a synonim of childishness and idealism. Time is money, idealism doesn't bring any money, so the return on investment of time is negative...
The connections between certain nerves of my brain are lost and now I hardly remember any of these moments. I even hardly remember to say STOP and sit for a while.

There's still hope though. I haven't stopped having recalls of the past: of my dreams and beliefs. It's so purifying... Like a new dawn defeating the dark shadows of the night.

Magnificent Vitosha

My small trip to Vitosha on Sunday was really amazing! I joined a small group of friends for a climbing the mountain.
The plan for the day went through three phases.
The original plan included climbing the highest peak of Vitosha - Cherni Vrah. Well, we soon gave up this plan because there's still snow in the highest parts of the mountain.
Version 2.0: reaching by bus the Simeonivo ski lift and from then a passage to the Golden bridges (the Moreni). Then - either bus back to Sofia or walking to Vladaya and then again bus. It didn't work out.
The final one appeared to be the best for our current level of fitness for such passages. Bus from Darvenitsa to Jeleznitsa village, then climbing for about 30 minutes to a valley with wooden tables and benches, then setting a fire, eating and drinking, playing cards and finally: going back home.
It wasn't the best example of mountaineering, but yet I liked it very much because of the company and the views.

More photos here and here

Goal and reality

When there's a feeling of huge distance between one's goals and one's capacity to achieve them, they strive to find the way to minimize this distance.
Every day, my first thought after I wake up shall be: Everything's possible as long as you know how to get it.