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Archive for September, 2008
Why?
Sep 27th
Why is always a loaded question. Why assumes there is a why but why must there be. What if you can’t believe without a why. What if you cant understand without a why. And why cant you.
If all reasons, all why’s were obvious and available, there would be no need for and no ability to evolve. Why should drive us, but shouldn’t hinder us. Why should provoke us, but shouldn’t excuse us. Why should not agree with us, but should’t create false illusions.
Why oh why!
Psychology
Sep 27th
Group Psychology isn’t entirely what one might expect. If a coke bottle has yellow trousers than what does your ear look like….blink, blink.
Perhaps you should be asking what you know the answer can’t possibly become, so that you couldn’t forgive yourself for knowing less about more when yesterday is greater than the day before. Confused? You should be….
Instead, release the bird from captivity whence it came regardless of Nitrous Oxide.
But you did what was told of you, and now you were told you what was but you.
Heaven
Sep 25th
Its a crescendo of hopes and dreams that pioneer us to our desires….Without cause or control, we adulterate our passions through the years from childish optimism to adult realism, sinking faster than we swim.
No one tells us that dreams are meant to be broken. no one tells us that enjoyment is only for the priveledged. Perhaps it’s karma, perhaps it’s freedom. We are not supposed to know the truth.
How to survive Ibiza!
Sep 16th
10 days in that magnificently insane place! 10 days of hedonism at its finest! what an amazing amount of brain damage one can inflict on themselves on island of dreams…..oh and I did. Somehow though, I managed to return safely to the shores of my home in South Africa in sort of one piece, well, physically at least……Here’s how you do it…..
Firstly I would recommend spending more than than usual “5 days with no sleep” approach…We were there for 10 full days and critically this gave us ample time to have the huge massive blow-outs typical of Ibiza but also, to have time to explore the beautiful island, eat the amazing food and have some “off” nights at the world famous bars like Bar M, Itaca and Plastik……
I would most definitely spend the extra money and get a an air-conditioned penthouse room, the views are spectacular and when you collapse into your room at 7am and its already 35 degrees outside, trust me you’ll appreciate it…..
After a big night out, take some time to relax on the beach along with all the other “come-downers”. Its a once in a lifetime experience and it gives you a chance to reflect on what you just experienced as well preventing you from going to the ever present Nigerians for some more “accessories”.
Take everything you see there with a pinch of salt and remember that whatever happens in Ibiza, lives on YouTube 
When its time to get, go to the egg, you’ll know what I mean when you get there….In fact anywhere along the famous “street of shame” is your best bet.
Go to the beach everyday, its the most beautiful in the world and the sunshine, sunsets and cocktails from Cafe Del Mar will recharge your soul for another night of debauchery.
Take lots of money!! We took 2000 Euro for 10 days for 2 people and despite the massive nights, eating out, bars, beaches and shopping we actually managed to come back with 400 Euro. Better be safe than sorry, we met tons of people who ran out of money after a day or two and it pretty much ruined their trip. Its fuck off expensive there, get over it and accept it. In Amnesia we paid 12 bucks for a 200ml coke, I shit you NOT!!
Use the busses as much as possible. They offer a decent transport service and are dirt cheap as opposed to the taxis. You may have to do a bit of walking and take more than one bus to reach your location, but it will save you tons of cash and they offer a disco/night bus service around the island.
If you take a taxi after a big night, make sure that the guy is actually a taxi driver, with the little yellow light thing on his roof and the meter in his car, you don’t want to end up in the Thailand prostitution trade.
Definitely go on a boat party, it will blow you away (literally if you go on the Hard Dance boat party as I did).
Don’t get one of these pre packaged deals (I did). They seem fantastic on paper but they offer you stuff as part of the package that you find out is available to anyone when you get to the island, such as free transport to the clubs from pre-party bars and reduced price tickets. The tickets they give you (and which you can pre-purchase from outlets) are reduced in price but they also don’t allow you to pass out the club during the night you are there, so once your in, you can’t leave. Not the worst thing in the world until you are starving at 4 am. Never mind, you’ll be too fucked to be hungry….
Most importantly, go with a group you love and trust……your friends make all the difference between a good night and an unbelievably incredible night!
Even more importantly, the terrace on We Love Sundays @ Space and Cream @ Amnesia will change your life forever, don’t miss it!!
Its been a while…
Sep 16th
Its been months, I have had so many thoughts, so many supposed eurika moments that at the specific moment, seemed to warrant a post, why then, did my initial desire appear to be a fart in the shit storm (loosely translated as “didn’t make it to the blog”)
Why do we act on far less than we intend? Fuck if I could give you or myself a complete answer to this, I’d be a millionaire. All I know, is that over the last few months, I have grown tremendously. From an emotional stand point, I have really began to understand what I am feeling at a given moment and more importantly, why….
Its a lot of fuckin work, being a defined introvert, accepting all my OCD’s and fetishes and actually learning to accept myself. Its taken me nearly 28 years to get to this point, but I am nearly there and now that I’m nearly there, everything I think becomes and even greater cause for analysis, not so much of myself, but of others…..I find myself constantly investigating the poeple surrounding me, searching their body language for signs of the common. Signs of the familiar emotion that seems to bind us all together. Signs of a deeper meaning lurking in their superficial actions. Perhaps, all I’m doing is projecting myself onto them in the hope that I can explain myself by looking for them in me, and me in them….
Who the hell knows!
