solitude

Mia: Don't you hate that?
Vincent: What?
Mia: Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?
Vincent: I don't know. That's a good question.
Mia: That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.

(from the movie pulp fiction)

if you haven't watched the movie yet, watch it.

went on a trip to singapore over the weekend. and for some reason, ended up in indonesia as well (completely unplanned)... the discussion over whether to go or not lasting about a minute.
point behind all this being said here is, i was quiet through the cruise instead of the usual "yaking" and my roomies were like wondering if something's the matter.

Consider this, a lazy evening out in the ocean, tropical islands in the distance... now would you want to be talking is such a place?
and what's with us and wondering if something's the matter if somebody's quiet?
we have to open up to the concept of being blissfully silent.

it's hard to keep mum these days without having somebody getting worked up... even if you have a rep for being somebody who spends most of his free hours in his room with a book.

-KD

p.s. there's more about batam that i'd probably write about. probably...