Tuesday, June 26, 2007
while you were sleeping
i went for the much hyped half moon party on ko phangan. how was it?
well, i really liked the concept of it and how it first originated, because the night sky over there really is beautiful, as was the half moon (i wonder how the full moon would be) and considering that the location was deep in the midst of some forested road, like a secret clandestine party, i was glad we drove that night.
as to how the party went, i guess my friend put it well enough. get the hottest and wildest from zouk, and throw them all together, multiply by 10, and you have the ingredients for a half moon party. think zoukout, but with more sex, drugs and alcohol. (although i highly disapproved of the music, which was trance, and the fact that alcohol prices were doubled that night)
and there a random thought came to me, watching the dance floor that night.
so you have all these random couples, meeting at clubs and making out with wild abandon like there was no tomorrow (yes it happened. a lot). and it's very much like life, how guys get bored or lonely, and end up chatting or picking up some random girl along the street or in a bar (or vice versa) and as the conversation picks up and becomes interesting, one or the other gets interested, and believes that this could be love, and your typical love story begins. which makes me wonder, is love reduced to two lonely hearts and a chance meeting in today's cold world, two lonely people drawn together for fear of spending their lives alone (an apt analogy fails me here), or does romantic love still exist? long walks on the beach, quiet candlelit dinners, the whole cliched lot.
call me a cynic, but i think the former's closer to the truth these days.
well, i really liked the concept of it and how it first originated, because the night sky over there really is beautiful, as was the half moon (i wonder how the full moon would be) and considering that the location was deep in the midst of some forested road, like a secret clandestine party, i was glad we drove that night.
as to how the party went, i guess my friend put it well enough. get the hottest and wildest from zouk, and throw them all together, multiply by 10, and you have the ingredients for a half moon party. think zoukout, but with more sex, drugs and alcohol. (although i highly disapproved of the music, which was trance, and the fact that alcohol prices were doubled that night)
and there a random thought came to me, watching the dance floor that night.
so you have all these random couples, meeting at clubs and making out with wild abandon like there was no tomorrow (yes it happened. a lot). and it's very much like life, how guys get bored or lonely, and end up chatting or picking up some random girl along the street or in a bar (or vice versa) and as the conversation picks up and becomes interesting, one or the other gets interested, and believes that this could be love, and your typical love story begins. which makes me wonder, is love reduced to two lonely hearts and a chance meeting in today's cold world, two lonely people drawn together for fear of spending their lives alone (an apt analogy fails me here), or does romantic love still exist? long walks on the beach, quiet candlelit dinners, the whole cliched lot.
call me a cynic, but i think the former's closer to the truth these days.
wen was dreaming at 12:50 AM
Sunday, June 24, 2007
on drinking
it's sad sometimes, that the more you drink, the more sober you end up.awful waste of time, money and alcohol, if you ask me.
wen was dreaming at 11:48 PM
Thursday, June 21, 2007
on driving
i have newfound respect for initial d. today i learnt that driving up and down mountain roads with many sharp turns at night is an adrenaline rush. and very scary.wen was dreaming at 9:50 PM
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
i love thailand
so here i am in the middle of my trip to thailand, in a internet cafe at night and blogging. not that i'm bored, but more like i just wanted to update everything before i forget it from too much alcohol.so for starters, i've spent every single night not sober, i've decided that i love heineken, erdinger and beer chang (although heineken and erdinger are a close fight), and i like driving around islands in jeeps, especially when the road is a mere dirt trail and we end up stuck in the middle of nowhere.
anyway, bangkok was lovely, we rushed through 2 days and packed everything in, but now i'm in ko phangan (where the night life is AWESOME) and the half moon party's on friday. plus the beach is filled with caucasians galore and i feel awfully out of place. but the alcohol helps. along with the excellent food, sun, sand and sea. plus jumping off boulders into the sea helps a lot. among other things.
will update further when i get back. especially about the half moon. but honestly, in future i think i'll fly here. the 12 hr train ride and 4 hr ferry ride to this wonderful island, killed me.
oh, and it's really funny, how i'm in a foreign land and don't speak the language, and yet i still manage to make my feelings known to the locals and converse with them. maybe more so than when we actually speak a common language. just some food for thought.
now i'm off for more alcohol! see you when i get back!
wen was dreaming at 8:46 AM
Monday, June 11, 2007
random song lyrics
lately, i seem to be listening to nat king cole a tad bit too much for my liking. but he has nice songs. like this one.A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces,
An airline ticket to romantic places,
And still my heart has wings...
These foolish things remind me of you.
A tinkling piano in the next apartment,
Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant,
A fairground's painted swings...
These foolish things remind me of you.
The winds of march that made my heart a dancer,
A telephone that rings and who's to answer,
Oh, how the ghost of you clings...
These foolish things remind me of you.
The first daffodil and long excited cables,
And candle lights on little corner tables,
And still my heart has wings...
These foolish things remind me of you.
The park at evening when the bell has sounded,
The 'ile-de-france' with all the gulls around it,
The beauty that is spring's...
These foolish things remind me of you.
How strange, how sweet
To find you still,
These things are dear to me,
They seem to bring you near to me.
The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations,
Silk stockings tossed aside, dance invitations.
Oh, how the ghost of you clings...
These foolish things remind me of you...
-these foolish things
wen was dreaming at 4:04 AM
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
hello there
just a quick note that i'm still alive. sorta. vaguely. and terribly busy with nothing at all recently, which explains the absolute lack of updates. internship has screwed up my sleeping cycle, now 4 hrs of sleep is sufficient for my clueless body, apparently. how i spend my waking hours, i've yet to figure out.oh, and if you have the time, do catch infamous in cinemas cos it's rather nice, you learn how a little bit of yourself dies each time you write a bestseller or put too much effort and heart into doing something, and how you can't help your heart sometimes. and sandra bullock's great as harper lee.
in other news. thumb. developing. calluses. from. too. much. mahjong.
p.s. give me a few more weeks to actually do something halfway interesting before i update properly. like jump off a cliff.
wen was dreaming at 3:09 AM