January 17, 2004
as requested by harvin.
it dawned upon me earlier today, the question of what i would be doing on a random saturday afternoon, 20 years down the road. where would i be living? what was the first thing i saw in the morning? ideally, the answers to those questions would be a penthouse in new york and nina moric (of present day), respectively. however the thing that worries me most is what i would be working as, at the time. or if i'd be employed at all. because i do have plans for unemployment as well; i'd fly off to new zealand and subsist off the vastly generous unemployment benefits there. and then secretly tend to my underground farm of genetically modified moose. all along, i have had multitudes of interests for me to pursue a career in. law, journalism, architecture, banking, engineering, writing, music, piloting, hair styling, interior designing. and my favourite, carpenting. my lack of focus, might therefore simplify matters for me a whole lot and reduce me to wrapping burgers at McDonald's. it is this cognition of a possible professional disaster, that has taught me not to take for granted monthly allowances and to come up with means for me to earn my own cash. i've since 1) cut down on unnecessary expenditure and 2) taken to miscellaneous, legal, ways of fattening my wallet. i can't wait to get a job, start getting paid, and get my own apartment. and i give myself... by the age of 24 for that. to get my own apartment.
paul van dyk's coming to singapore again, for those of you who didn't know. and it is with some shame that i admit to having bought a ticket to the st. james' powerhouse for that night. shame because i explicitly stated in the past that i hated techno. and young and foolish me couldn't differentiate trance and dance and house from techno, everything to me was techno. and one name kept coming up at that time: Paul Van Dyk. every time i heard a gut busting techno beat it was paul van dyk. i hated the man. for coming into my life. the thing is, to a neophyte most of these songs sound exactly the same. or at the start, at least. it was not until i was made to sit down and taught the basic difference between techno and trance and house (and that anyone with any taste in music at all didn't in fact like techno, and that techno was the adoration of ah bengs throughout the country) that i started listening, in mild doses, to trance. TRANCE, not techno. and a bit of good house music. i've been a fan ever since. paul van dyk's a hero and i love him. check out 'nothing but you' by the man. i don't know, it really is an acquired taste.
it's interesting to note that in the course of this entire entry, i have successfully avoided the use of any profanity. kiddaz to that, man.
7:04 PM
