The Bell
by HeadCase on May.01, 2010, under Philosophical, Random, Relationship
It gently rings in the inside of your mind every minute or two, like an alarm clock reminding you to think of her/him. Just a tiny sweet memory can shrug off the chilling cold breeze and turn the heat up in your head and sip into your heart… melting away the cool silence of your solitude… and you think to yourself, there is nothing logical about a clock tower that sounds every minute and every step of the way… thats when you know that your heart has started to defy logic and all of its blasphemy. That is when you know your consciousness is trapped by the resonance of the captivating vibrations ringing in your heart and bringing your head down to your knees. The deafening tones resonating from this heart shaped bell drowns out all the other songs, and you feel no desire to sing along to any of them, except the ones that play on the same notes and trudge to the same beat. What a blissful haven to be in, where everything that is outside of the resonance of your bell no longer matters as much anymore… nothing matters except the continued vibrations that will constantly warm your soul, drive your mind and fill your heart… sounds a bit like falling in love? =p
Internal Dialogue in Bucharest
by HeadCase on Mar.10, 2010, under Philosophical, Travel
Travelling alone in a foreign land where they speak a different language I haven’t understood yet, brings about a deafening silence from my lips and a sudden spike of continuous internal dialogue… so much that I start to wonder how come I don’t talk to myself that much anymore prior to this… lol. It is that feeling of solitude that refuses to be ignored and drives you to communicate internally as external channels are unavailable to you due to a lack of subtitles in real life. The only times I had any conversations here were during my meetings for work.
After I was done with all my meetings today, excitedly, I wondered a few hundred yards each way from my hotel in Bucharest, and in the blistering cold in search of a some fun… but all I could find was a small pub which reminded me of bars in Lincoln, NE on a Monday in the summer… basically dead and boring cause everyone is gone. The bartenders/waitresses looked at me like I was the first Asian they’ve seen in years… perhaps ever. So I ordered a stout and found myself sitting at the bar and amusing myself with mindless soliloquy. Looks like I have to make a few local friends for me to have a good time here… well, since I am flying off to Zagreb tomorrow noon, I guess it’ll have to be on the next trip. Hope to see and learn more about Romania the next time I come back. Until then, doesn’t look like I will be drinking much… at least not till I get back to KL. Although, I am always hopefull… haha
Click here to see some picture I took in Bucharest
Waiting for the Fallen
by HeadCase on Feb.17, 2010, under Philosophical, Relationship
I’ve been thinking of coming through one of these day and I hope to understand where you’re coming from real soon. Sleeping all day and always up all night, I find that its always too soon to be getting this high, not that it stops me… but it took a long time to get me so wrong for so many of you, and its gonna take a longer time to make me right for somebody. lol, coz everything that should hurt me doesn’t seem to… so here I am dangling constantly from a perpetual sunshine, I wonder when will a wavering moon appear before me and drown me in reflections and not in vain. I wonder how far I will fall before I can start making my way up again, it feels alright to be in the silver lining, but sometimes I do miss the clouds. Drifting darkness seems to always come along to cover up every sparkle in our eyes, and its not that we’re too blind to see the angels and all their demons, its just that our goggles are fogged up by all the neon lights and shimmering sights… she is just out of focus and out of context right now. So she doesn’t happen to be in my mental playground now, so why am I waiting for the fallen to come crashing thru my sand castles and distill my thoughts? Perhaps even plant a heart in this faultless paradise…
The Spanish Fly
Ultra Weekend!
Crashing the Wave