Information For My Article About Raves. Help Please.
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» deadandgone replied on Tue Jan 22, 2008 @ 1:48pm |
 Coolness: 63350 | Uhm, I'm oging to have to ask to stay on topic, THEN go back off topic so I can perhaps get a little more information.
How about, would any of you say that because your parents are open with you, they are more open about the things thta you do aswell, because when they were young, they did drugs and created rukus, that they don't care..? Uhm.. did they know that you went to raves, or did you have to sneak out when you were younger..? Uhm.. anything else before you go back to being random? Which is entertaining, actually. ^-^ |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Daf replied on Tue Jan 22, 2008 @ 3:59pm |
 Coolness: 186265 | CatzGurl84, im not sure i did understand what you were saying, but thanks for the effort of speaking french ;)
RainbooFright, pour revenir au thread (désolé si c'est en français), moi personnellement j'ai commencé à raver parce qu'on m'a convaincu d'y aller. J'avais 15 ans et mon premier rave fut Human Blood 1, à Québec! On m'a convaincu parce que je me suis toujours tenu avec toute sorte de monde, et certain de mes amis venait de tomber dans cette vague là! À l'époque j'étais pas mal anti tout sauf le punk (les jeunes... hahaha) donc j'avais pas vraiment envie de m'enfermer dans une pièce avec du monde, à écouter 12 heure de techno. Mais j'ai eu un ami très convainquant et il était tout énervé de me dire que c'est intense c'est place là, que tous les genre sont accepter et trouve leur place. Que tu te dope toute la nuit et que c'est une expérience unique en son genre. Malgré que j'étais anti tout, je suis avant tout curieuse, j'ai donc décidé de l'accompagner. Je suis directement tomber en amour. La drogue, la façon de danser, les gens et même la musique m'ont charmé. C'était le genre de débauche qui m'a toujours attirer. J'ai raver pendant plus de 5 ans depuis, j'y allais très souvent au début et de moins en moins avec le temps. je l'ai jamais cacher à ma mère et elle m'a toujours autorisé à y aller même si elle se doutait un peu, mais pas entièrement, de ce qui se passais là dedans, même si j'avais 15-16 ans seulement! Aujourd'hui je n'y vais plus, ou quasiement plus, car je me suis tanné. Y'a des évènements que je ne peux pas manquer, c'est certain, mais après 5 ans j'ai perdu la magie que je ressentais quand j'y allais. |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» cvxn replied on Tue Jan 22, 2008 @ 7:34pm |
| Coolness: 179555 | I always told my parents when I'd go rave.
At first, they were a bit concerned, but I explained them everything, so they were ok. :) Also I didn't go alone, and they knew my friends, so they were reassured. I'm not the kind of girl who hides stuffs to my parents. We usually have a good relationship. |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Horus replied on Tue Jan 22, 2008 @ 10:08pm |
 Coolness: 41660 | Originally Posted By DRNYARLATHOTEP
Originally Posted By Horus
Do not hate the mother who beats her child. Pity her instead. Yeah, a five year old understands pity. Uh uh. Well in some cases it takes a long time. Some never get it, true. |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» PrettyKittie23 replied on Thu Jan 24, 2008 @ 9:45am |
 Coolness: 35215 | Originally Posted By DAF CATZGURL84, IM NOT SURE I DID UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU WERE SAYING, BUT THANKS FOR THE EFFORT OF SPEAKING FRENCH ;)
I was joking about my parents being lame,based on the comments by Screwhead and DrNyarlathotep, but it was in bad taste seeing as child abuse is not funny...damn I wrote that on my own! I should have used the stupid Google translator! These 'paid for by work' frnech lessons are not doing much are they?? BTW Rainboo, question B- My parents didnt give a good goddamn where I was going as long as I got my homework done and didnt call them for bail. and question A - My parents and I have a don't ask,don't tell policy....I 'dont notice' when they are high, they 'dont notice' when I am.....unless I am corrupting Prodigyprincess... |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» MolocH replied on Thu Jan 24, 2008 @ 11:08am |
 Coolness: 227185 | How about this?
Hope it helps. "Our emotional state of choice is Ecstasy. Our nourishment of choice is Love. Our addiction of choice is technology. Our religion of choice is music. Our currency of choice is knowledge. Our politics of choice is none. Our society of choice is utopian though we know it will never be. You may hate us. You may dismiss us. You may misunderstand us. You may be unaware of our existence. We can only hope you do not care to judge us, because we would never judge you. We are not criminals. We are not disillusioned. We are not drug addicts. We are not naive children. We are one massive, global, tribal village that transcends man-made law, physical geography, and time itself. We are The Massive. One Massive. We were first drawn by the sound. From far away, the thunderous, muffled, echoing beat was comparable to a mother's heart soothing a child in her womb of concrete, steel, and electrical wiring. We were drawn back into this womb, and there, in the heat, dampness, and darkness of it, we came to accept that we are all equal. Not only to the darkness, and to ourselves, but to the very music slamming into us and passing through our souls: we are all equal. And somewhere around 35Hz we could feel the hand of God at our backs, pushing us forward, pushing us to push ourselves to strengthen our minds, our bodies, and our spirits. Pushing us to turn to the person beside us to join hands and uplift them by sharing the uncontrollable joy we felt from creating this magical bubble that can, for one evening, protect us from the horrors, atrocities, and pollution of the outside world. It is in that very instant, with these initial realizations that each of us was truly born. We continue to pack our bodies into clubs, or warehouses, or buildings you've abandoned and left for naught, and we bring life to them for one night. Strong, throbbing, vibrant life in it's purest, most intense, most hedonistic form. In these makeshift spaces, we seek to shed ourselves of the burden of uncertainty for a future you have been unable to stabilize and secure for us. We seek to relinquish our inhibitions, and free ourselves from the shackles and restraints you've put on us for your own peace of mind. We seek to re-write the programming that you have tried to indoctrinate us with since the moment we were born. Programming that tells us to hate, that tells us to judge, that tells us to stuff ourselves into the nearest and most convenient pigeon hole possible. Programming that even tells us to climb ladders for you, jump through hoops, and run through mazes and on hamster wheels. Programming that tells us to eat from the shiny silver spoon you are trying to feed us with, instead of nourish ourselves with our own capable hands. Programming that tells us to close our minds, instead of open them. Until the sun rises to burn our eyes by revealing the distopian reality of a world you've created for us, we dance fiercely with our brothers and sisters in celebration of our life, of our culture, and of the values we believe in: Peace, Love, Freedom, Tolerance, Unity, Harmony, Expression, Responsibility and Respect. Our enemy of choice is ignorance. Our weapon of choice is information. Our crime of choice is breaking and challenging whatever laws you feel you need to put in place to stop us from celebrating our existence. But know that while you may shut down any given party, on any given night, in any given city, in any given country or continent on this beautiful planet, you can never shut down the entire party. You don't have access to that switch, no matter what you may think. The music will never stop. The heartbeat will never fade. The party will never end. I am a raver, and this is my manifesto... |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Shindy replied on Thu Jan 24, 2008 @ 11:16am |
 Coolness: 172750 | wow :D c'est joliement dit sa !!! |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» MolocH replied on Thu Jan 24, 2008 @ 11:52am |
| Coolness: 227185 | :)
En effet, ca m'a marque :) |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Horus replied on Thu Jan 24, 2008 @ 2:26pm |
| Coolness: 41660 | WHOA
I get shivers every time I read it. Thanks Moloch. |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» DCRn replied on Thu Jan 24, 2008 @ 2:42pm |
 Coolness: 159145 | PLFTUHERR, people. |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» MolocH replied on Thu Jan 24, 2008 @ 7:21pm |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Nuclear replied on Thu Jan 24, 2008 @ 7:34pm |
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For me... Raving is about a random nameless kid on the street glancing at my bracelets, smiling bright, and passing me this beautiful bright-colored flyer without a word, and disappearing into the crowd again. Raving is about spending hours gazing at this psychadelic flyer and memorizing the DJ list and trying to convince all my kids that they’ve just GOT to come to this phat party I’m so psyched about. Raving is about the day of the party being FINALLY HERE and dancing through the whole morning on this happy cloud of anticipation and driving my friends and loved ones insane with my irrepressible cheer. Raving is about spending three hours before the party donning party gear and applying the necessary pounds of glitter, fairy wings, glowing star stickers to the toes of my boots, brand new ready-to-give-away candy on my wrists, and plastic rhinestones from the fabric store stuck onto my cheeks and brow with nail glue that clearly reads on the label "AVOID CONTACT WITH SKIN". Raving is about the long drive there in a teeny car packed way over capacity with party kids all as psyched and joyous as I am, our elbows jostling, the techno music thumping, the laughter warming the car when the broken heater can’t, and the absolutely ridiculous assembly-line procedure of delicately passing a cigarette from one end of the cramped car to the other so it can get ashed out the only not-frozen-shut window. Raving is about the parking lot outside, with kids hocking their various chemical wares with little subtlety, where I stand admiring the packs of party kids as they migrate towards the venue, grinning and shouting out to familiar faces... and past the sea of parked cars I hear tendrils of very faint music thumping over the horizon and it weaves into my brain this tapestry of anticipation until I’m bouncing in circles around the car waiting for everybody else to get their ##### together already so we can GET TO THE PARTY!! Raving is about the immediate five people ahead and behind you in the long ass line to get in, as together you shiver, swap introductions, bracelets, and small talk, holler futilely at cutters, and later contemplate how amazing it is that you have these new friendships and owe it all to proximity and circumstance. Raving is about the suspence as the security pats you down and comes soooo close to yer stash but then her hands move away and you get this tinglehappythrill they boredly wave you through and you dance past her into the crowd. Raving is about... you’re in. O god. Awe. Raving is about overcoming those initial standstill moments of drinking it all in, letting the pulse of music and the vibe wash over silly dumbstruck you... and then slowly it pulls at you until you find yourself one with the crowd, dancing wild and drunk on bliss. Raving is about here, you are so cool, have a bracelet! Your visor is so nekkid, have a star! You lost your binky? Have a blowpop! This is your first rave? Have a bracelet and a huge hug and a fabulous time!! Raving is about where are they selling the glowsticks?! Raving is about ohh you are so cool, I love you to death, lets trade numbers and email address so we can keep in touch... oh##### I don’t have a pen!! (And then like six people standing nearby dig out pens for you). Raving is about the music. Raving is about the girl lost in the music and dancing like she’s the only one in the room, or she’s One with the room as a whole, or somewhere inbetween. It’s about the boy who’s hypnotized a whole circle of onlookers with his insane beautiful liquids and is so entranced himself that he hasn’t even noticed his audience. It’s about the DJ who’s world has become his little place behind the scene where he’s spinning out rhythms and the turntables have become an extension of his soul, his greatest love, his sense of purpose. Raving is about hitting that first stage of exhaustion after hours of hard dancing and surging adreneline, and stumbling to the chill out room and finding a little niche to sprawl out with someone you love and rub eachother’s shoulders and let empathy and love for him or her fill your heart to bursting. Raving is about getting your second wind and tugging the person up again to rush back out and join the crowd. Raving is about helping out the kid who’s sick in the bathroom, finding them some sugar to help them come down a bit, tying back loose hair and fanning them with a flyer, telling them they’ll be fine. Raving is about seeing that kid hours later, all recovered and happy and flashing you a secret smile of thanks as you pass by. Raving is about the flash of regret as you realize the crowd has thinned and you’ve nearly pushed yourself to your physical limitations and that outside the sun is probably lighting up the eastern horizon. Raving is about sleeping peacefully on the ride home, cheek to the shoulder of a loved one. Raving is about that next day of recovery, achey and zombie-brained and full of crazy bright memories. Raving is about doing it all over again next weekend. "Find what you love. Love what you find." |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Shindy replied on Fri Jan 25, 2008 @ 7:43am |
| Coolness: 172750 | aaaaaaawwwwww
mes c'est ben trognong tout sa :D |
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