Currently Playing It's You It's Me By Kaskade see related

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It's you, it's me love.... Been a while since I actually picked up my records and it was such a nice experience having the feel of vinyl all over again. Feel pretty bad for neglecting my decks for such a long while. Hmmmmz got to get down to ordering in some records and playing some music again. I have to admit that the feel of listening to music does let you free, especially when you’re really into the music. I never knew how deep it could really get until a friend got me onto spinning records. I have been spinning for about 3 years now. Nothing superstar-ish, mainly just bedroom DJing. I guess the adoration from the crowd doesn’t really do it for me. It’s more for the music… Anyways if it’s not something fast beat or retro most Singaporeans won’t take it, so bedroom DJing is fine for me. I guess you could say music is an escape from everything, when you’re there just totally immersed in it. Yeah, it truly is an escape from everything. I think I’ll leave you with a track that has been stuck in my head for a while now.

*You’ll never know who’s waiting for you. You’ll never know when love is coming your way…. But if tonight I look again into your eyes then it’s you and it’s me love…. Then it’s you and it’s me love…*

Currently Playing Mad World 2 By Michael Andrews, Gary Jules see related

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Thought of the day is about CHOICES. Doesn't seem like much but what we do, day in and day out, is really all ruled by the choices we've made. A friend of mine cannot bring up enough this phrase everytime we talk about something in the past and think we shouldn't have done it. He'll always say, " Wayne.... To Remorse, No regrets." I kinda like that idea or train of thought actually. To remore, no regrets....To remorse, no regrets.... Not like I have any or that many regrets in my life, just that I'd wish that some things were done either differently or handled better. Would like to steal something from a show I just saw, so here it goes... What makes man a man is not his origins or where he's been, but rather the choices that he makes. These choices are not only how to start things or make things happen, but also to make things end.

Sadness.... Was at Fat Frog just now and it was pretty good. Very undergroundish. Tables scattered in the open courtyard with fans - that were not sufficient enough to kill the heat - blowing on a warm warm night. The bar was in the corner and it served pretty much what you'd get at a normal cafe. There was a live band playing or rather a girl with a guitarist. They looked Malay but I think they were Phillipino....

Anyways was just sitting there listening to them croon the whole night with a beer in hand and I realize that most of the songs that were requested or played were pretty sad downer ones. Depressing almost. I thought I was the only one feeling like this but at that moment it dawned upon me that there are actually alot of sad people out there in the world. I asked Ah Pang if she thought it strange and what she told me did make sense but didn't help with an answer. She said that if we were to be asked to think of the times we were happy, we'd be lost...not knowing where to begin, but if asked to recount the sad times we've endured? The stories just come out flowing.

I'd admit that I love the feeling of being just a tint under sadness but not too deep in it. Melancholy.... Hmmmmm.... chuck on Coldplay and you're sorted. Yes yes, there is definitely happiness in being sad. 

Yes yes i have finally been sucked into this whole xanga thing too. Where people air their pointless opinions about things that may be a tad too trivial for the curious onlooker. I don't know why i have started this off with such a low note but i'm pretty dazed and i'm still coming to grasps with this whole concept of airing my thoughts to random strangers. Some have found the transition to be easy and with a degree of success. Then again some others like me are left with random thoughts going thru my head and beating myself up about something interesting to write. Maybe its cos i'm boring or is my life. Oh wells.... Another day in the life of the living thats actually not part of the living but more like in a dream... a waking life? Does that make sense? I guess not. Pretty much feel like i am in it tho. I'm losing myself with all this mumbling... So pls leave me your comments or hate mails, which ever comes first, all is welcome and none is discriminated against.