Of course I’m talking about the re-awakening of my blog after an extensive period of hibernation. Let’s see .. my last post was on pre-exam stress and the upcoming rave party in Port Dickson?
Ok. Despite feeling a little gloomy after my exams papers, things took a different turn after receiving my results. It wasn’t GLEAMING with A’s or stars or anything, but I believe I did reasonably well. Well enough to get me through the next semester despite a minor drop in my cGPA, but still in the second upper class nonetheless (Thank God). I was however, disappointed with 2 of my papers. I hoped pretty much to get at least an A- but to no avail, I had to concede with a B.
On another hand, I only have two words to describe the rave party : IT ROCKED!
I have to admit that a small part of me regrets for not going for the two full days but heck, Saturday night was more than enough for me. The array of light displays, fireworks, the crowd, glow in the dark party merchandise and of course alcohol, made it all worthwhile. Did I mention how talented and supreme Tiesto was that night? Honestly, if it wasn’t for him, the crowd wouldn’t have soared to such numbers and it’s hardly surprising to see an assortment of rave goers, from hardcore ravers to novices. Everyone knows Tiesto, well al least that ‘everyone’ covers people who listen to trance. I would know because I started off listening to Tiesto when first introduced to the rave scene.
Of course, my gratitude to Cosmic Gate as well for warming the crowd up at the beginning but I am rather partial to them that night only because I’ve not been updating myself with their new stuff. I felt lost listening to something alien.
Fuck the complaints about the party. People go there to have a good time. Good time at such parties involve alcohol and undoubtedly, illicit drugs. So what if people are prancing around topless and in their bikinis? It’s a beach party, no? I am not going to touch about the abuse of drugs because it is naturally associated with rave parties and it HAS been like that all the while. I am just sorry that the authorities had to witness it but hey, even if it’s not done at raves, there’s still clubs to snort, smoke or pop your shit, not to mention at home as well!
Ooh and guess who was there? The Chef in Black, Mister Emmanuel Stroobant and YES! we did take a group photo with him 
The post-rave euphoria lasted for about a week, and that’s how good it was. Enough said
