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GothicAwakening's Journal
The best album of 2007?
| I just bought the new Within Temptation album "The Heart of Everything". I wasn't expecting anything new, as I always found their other albums a little similar. |  | It's amazing! It has much of raw emotion that the first Evanescence album had (but which was sadly lacking in their second album). Some of the songs have a real 80's Alternative rock feel to them, which works well when fused with their own operatic-metal sound. Their style is now more goth-rock (and some of the songs are starting to sound much more like Evanescence), which suits me fine.
This is the best album I have heard so far this year! I love the cover too, it's very symbolic (and what she is wearing is amazing..). | |
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Hmmmm
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June 01, 2008, 01:10:pm
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Tonight I found myself watching a bad movie and having a few beers at home. When I decided to take a shower I put on my favorite Mission (thats the Mission UK to those in the USA) album on, and found myself dancing half naked in my dark living room to the songs.. happily singing along. I got though the whole album, lying down on the cool floor for the slow songs, and dancing like a lunatic for the rest.
I had just changed the sheets on my bed and they smell so fresh and clean.. it's the first time in years I find myself going to sleep with a smile on my face.
I think I might be going crazy, but it's fun.
Back to bed.. nite nite.
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My World
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May 13, 2008, 10:32:am
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Last night I had a dream, in fact, every night for the last four days.
The hall was empty, the long wooden tables cleaned and waiting. The rain pounds on the stone slabs in the courtyard outside, it never stops. I can't remember when it wasn't raining, when the sky wasn't gray with heavy clouds.
I walk up the long stone stairs to our room, and as I enter the open door, I see her standing at the huge south window, her beautiful shape silhouetted against the the cold stark light coming in though the stone archway. The candles she lights to keep the dark at bay cast a gentle glow on the intricate patterns of the wine red blanket she wrapped around herself.
I walk to her and gently put my arms around her, she doesn't seem to notice me although her body responds to my mine, I feel her mold her shape to mine. I lower my head to lay a gentle kiss her bare shoulder and notice that she is staring into the distance.
I raise my eyes to follow her gaze, over the cold glistening cobbles of the courtyard, over the thatched roofs and the tall castle wall, beyond the dense, thick, pine forest in the river valley, to the hills beyond.
There, on the foothills of the ever present mountains, a small patch of sunlight. The clouds have broken and the sun streams though in beams, a circle of light glows against the stark landscape, the trees and shrubs illuminated in a brilliant green. As the wind blows the clouds, the light slowly moves across the land.
I feel her stir, she turns in my arms and raises her eyes to meet mine, the tears in her eyes glistening in the candlelight. “It's coming she says. “It's coming here you know”.
My dreams mean much more to me then real life.. is that healthy?
Mood: Sombre
Music: The House of Love - The House of Love
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I'm stuck
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April 26, 2008, 12:52:pm
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I guess I am stuck in the late 80's and early 90's.
Please excuse my spelling and grammar, I'm a little drunk 
Today I went to the pub, but all my friends got 'called away' by their girlfriends for dinner / family related stuff.. leaving me alone once again.
After a couple of games of pool with the bar staff (whom I know quite well) I decided to leave.
On my way home I went via some abandoned buildings and a construction site (its the most direct route home).. climbing 4m high barriers and partially built buildings.
I realize I miss my time in Plymouth (England). Before the pub me and my best friend would buy cheap larger (Kestrel I think) and head to an empty warehouse. In the middle of the dusty ground floor was a rectangle of orange light from the streetlights outside, where we had our chairs. There we would sit, in this bizare rectangle of light drinking our beers and talking about life, love and death.
After that we would go to the Kings Head for a few pints, and then on to a Goth night at a club on Union Street. After that closed (2am dues to the licensing laws in the UK) we would find something interesting (like a church) to climb, sit on the roof, and drink a few more cans of beer.
I miss the solitude that I felt, even though I was with my friends. Here I climb onto the roof of the tallest Cathedral in Hong Kong when I am feeling down, to drink a few beers.. but it's only me and my iPod. I miss sitting at the top of Plymouth Argyle Stadium's lighting towers with my friends.. I miss real Goths.. I miss actually having a social live I enjoy, as opposed to one where I participate simply so I don't sit alone in my apartment all weekend. Last of all I miss Alaska.. my holiday there reminded me how much I miss my home (Switzerland), the snow, the cold clean air and the mountains.
I hate Hong Kong.
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