been thinking of ways to describe the party. i think this is the best way to explain what's so good about the party.
imagine a pond of water. that's the clubbing scene of malaysia. calm and peaceful are the nature of it. in other words, it's bland, lame and uninteresting. nothing ever happens. same old crap same old shit every week. i personally think the deejays are to be blamed in this issue.
then there comes Paul Van Dyk. he's like a stone bring thrown into the pond and it causes a gigantus wave. not only that there is a wave, there echo's of the ripple still lingers in oneself even after the party was over. i hate to believe that i would be shadowed by his performance for my entire life, casting a curse of damned clubbing expierience upon my entire mortal life. i'm so fucked. in a good way that is...
[/update 12 dec 2004]
daphne and me
pictures are not very clear. i'm not a good photographer.
party ended at 3.10 am (+8 GMT)
p/s - updates are coming as i recovered from this party. could be a day, a week, a month or a year. well, that's life right? you don't always get what you want.
4:20 AM
that fucking traitor
liEw, 18 and since 2002, 270lbs, 5ft, brazilian chinese russian icelander hybrid, black eyes, short black hair, racist, antisocial, semi-alcoholic, ignorant, exhales profanity, black-poetry fanatic
