Sunday, September 25, 2005

ola! onslaught of photos!

Back from Ibiza in London, and I'm suffering from the major consequences of too much partying: sore eyes (probably from sleeping with my contact lenses on), bad skin, hacking cough, blocked ears and what not. My ears rang for an entire day. Nasty dreams, difficulty falling asleep and a HUGE hole in my pocket. I blew over 450euros in just 5 days, and that's not including accomodation.

Anyway. Time for story-photo-telling! All credits for photos go to Jo and Lalang.

This is the whole group of us who went on the trip. Behold: tapas and sangria!!!

Clockwise: Ju Ling, Hywel, Liling, Chris, Me, Maaike and Jo

Jo, Liling and I somehow left for Ibiza wearing colour co-ordinated clothes. How uncanny is that:

1st row: Me and Liling aka Lalang, Jo and Lalang
2nd row: Jo and I, Jo says to DUCK!

We went to Manumission at Privilege, the largest club in the world! It was simply MASSIVE, and there was an indoor swimming pool as well. Out of all the four nights clubbing, Privilege had the best atmosphere. ROARRRR!!!

M for Manumission!! And very, VERY sexy dancers.
[Jo and Lalang>> "THE WORLD IS.. MINE!"]

We went home for 2 hours to crash, and out again to Space to continue clubbing in the Manumission's 'Carry On' party from 8-11am. House music again, and it was absolutely bizarre clubbing in broad daylight. For the first time, I sorta realized how a vampire would feel.

Can you not see our eyebags?

We spent the next two nights at Pacha: Defected Closing Party (Tues) and Subliminal/Erick Morillo (Weds). Incidentally, Defected was my favourite night in terms of the House Music that was played. Quite a posh club, and Lalang mentioned that the layout was pretty similar to Zouk, and she was quite right. They had the same sort of split-level layout, with white-washed walls and black handles. No doubt Pacha does not have the Gaudi-mosaic decor, but it was MUCH nicer and bigger, trust me on that one. And they had really hawwtttt dancers.

I wish I had brought my credit card to buy clothes! %^&*$%^&;*((&;^%

Thursday night was the BEST though. We spent a lovely evening watching the sunset at Cafe del Mar, just sitting down with a drink in hand, idly looking at the myriad colours splashed across the horizon. Absolutely fantastic.

I'd never forget the gorgeous sunset at Cafe del Mar. Oh, to live in Ibiza!

Our last night, what do we do? Of course we end it with a big bang! We saw Tiesto spin at CREAM@Amnesia, and that was absolutely mind-blowing. I tell ya, there's nothing better than dancing your heart out with good friends like Jo, screaming your lungs out "Ti-es-to, Ti-es-to!", jumping up and down and stepping on random people's feet. For once, you don't get yelled at because everyone is soooo loved up from various... intoxicating substances that they just grin vapidly and yell: "TIESTO!!!!"

I had the most fun at Amnesia, Jo hails him as 'trance god', now I know why!

Of course we did other things besides clubbing. You can see more photos over at Jo's multiply page. Like... ermmm.. eating, roasting on BoraBora beach, suntanning by the pool, sleeping, drinking, eating, roasting on the BoraBora beach... okay fine, you get the idea. Basically, it was simply idyllic. My idea of a good holiday.

You see, Ibiza's magical quality is not only about how... libertine and deliciously decadent its lifestyle is. Not about how it used to be called the White Island due to the fine white-grained sand beaches and its main export of white salt (and now, perhaps other substances too).It's not even about the atmosphere, which somehow induces everyone to be (extravagantly!) wantonly indulgent. Ibiza's mystical peculiarity lies in its ability to stop time. I can't explain it any further, you have to stand on its shores to feel it. The saying 'time (and tide) waits for no man' is applicable to everything, except Ibiza.

Over here, Time waits for You.

It really is The Perfect End to a Shitty Summer.

Thank you Ibiza, for giving me the most wicked time of my life. Farewell my love, and I'll see you again next year.

I.. HEART.. IBIZA!!!

blueprint

I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator.

fresh monodies

contented sigh.
here we go again.
my body clock is attuned to london already.
there's no escaping my swayness!
revamped. a new beginning.
visa blues and vampires.
Why do words and thoughts fail me in times of grea...
mambo and friendship.
Everybody, for my latest sway adventure, please go...
plateau.

previous rants

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treatises on life

arty jen
betty boop
carmentica
charming-linn
chasing snowy cars
cheeky lynn
cheryliciously glam
clean and cute
cyclist-mad bass
darling dominic
feisty jing
fellow ditz-sista/porkSTAR
hail mary!
hell's kitchen
hero on the beach
h-Euge heart
hunky lenny
lipgloss queen
little cheryl
live n learn, baby
lolita lou
loony loon
mr popular
musically dan
m y s t j
phringe
princess tania
roger smurf
runaway pigeon
sabotage king jeremiah
sibling angst1
sibling angst2
spector dan
spunky tian
steffy bunny
sun-sunzzz
teeny wee-nee
weeeee, leonard!
yangtze yang'en

frivolous pursuits

for shallow ppl
for very geeky ppl
for the truly bored
spun prose
binary thoughts
past imprints
some stamps
montage of images
other memories

mulling over

And there were phlegmatic souls.