Ko Phangan - eight plus in the morning, the island still asleep.
The sun had been shy for the last few days, hiding behind the grey clouds most of the time. There is pleasure in this hide-and-seek, trying to catch its occasional smiles.
Took a stroll through Hat Rin Nok, to its pier a few minutes away. Waiting for the nine plus ferry, to a neighbouring island - Ko Samui. Had my breakfast at a cafe near the pier, enjoying the serenity as the island slowly woke.
The ferry sailed away from the island, leisurely in these gentle turquoise waters. The sky still sombre and cloudy. The island shrouded in a mask of ghostly, foggy mist.
The island slowly disappeared into the misty labyrinth, as if by some powerful force of a mysterious curse, protecting some secret ancient treasures. Hiding the island from the unsuspecting travellers, not to be found by the unknown passing by...
Wednesday, July 21, 2004
Sunday, July 11, 2004
That night bus ride...
Night. The long bus ride to Thailand was a back-breaking and body-aching experience, but kind of refreshing for the soul. While everything was quiet and everyone else asleep, I was wide-awake and enjoying the night.
Gazed up into the dark sky. Sometimes cloudy, occasionally clear. Second day after the full moon, the heavenly planet looking absolutely radiant, a mysterious aura surrounding her - enchanting and beautiful.
Rode pass some plain, barren fields. With the moon and stars providing some quiet, eerie light. A slight mist rose over the fields, hovering and dancing above it. The sight was simply captivating. A hauntingly, beautiful feeling about it...
Even without the artificial lights to light up the world, everything seemed so bright. All we need are the moon and stars above, to illuminate the world and bring forth this spell-bounding night...
"Lights - so beautiful, only because of darkness..."
Gazed up into the dark sky. Sometimes cloudy, occasionally clear. Second day after the full moon, the heavenly planet looking absolutely radiant, a mysterious aura surrounding her - enchanting and beautiful.
Rode pass some plain, barren fields. With the moon and stars providing some quiet, eerie light. A slight mist rose over the fields, hovering and dancing above it. The sight was simply captivating. A hauntingly, beautiful feeling about it...
Even without the artificial lights to light up the world, everything seemed so bright. All we need are the moon and stars above, to illuminate the world and bring forth this spell-bounding night...
"Lights - so beautiful, only because of darkness..."
Thursday, July 01, 2004
Living in a dream...
Am I dreaming this life? Or is this reality? If this is reality that I'm living in, why does it feel more real when I'm dreaming than when I'm awake?
Déjà vu happens to me so very often. If all of these are real, why does it feels like I am reliving this same life over and over again?
Maybe it is just déjà vecu, déjà senti or déjà visite that I am having. Maybe something up there in my mind isn't right. Or maybe some part of my soul is defective. Or that I am just trying to escape from this thing called 'reality'.
Whatever it is that I am having or experiencing, are all these real? Am I real? Is this world real? Is this life of mine real? This life may be all but a dream. And my dreams may just very well be a reality...
So, run away. Run away. Away from this life and into the arms of another. Into the arms of a life that I desire. A life which I can live freely. A life so free, without chains to hold me back. And so I run. Away I run...
"Somebody tell me. Why it feels more real when I dream that when I am awake? How can I know if my senses are lying?" - Michael Karl Popper, The Animatrix : Kid's Story
Déjà vu happens to me so very often. If all of these are real, why does it feels like I am reliving this same life over and over again?
Maybe it is just déjà vecu, déjà senti or déjà visite that I am having. Maybe something up there in my mind isn't right. Or maybe some part of my soul is defective. Or that I am just trying to escape from this thing called 'reality'.
Whatever it is that I am having or experiencing, are all these real? Am I real? Is this world real? Is this life of mine real? This life may be all but a dream. And my dreams may just very well be a reality...
So, run away. Run away. Away from this life and into the arms of another. Into the arms of a life that I desire. A life which I can live freely. A life so free, without chains to hold me back. And so I run. Away I run...
"Somebody tell me. Why it feels more real when I dream that when I am awake? How can I know if my senses are lying?" - Michael Karl Popper, The Animatrix : Kid's Story
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