Lord of Trance
March was an eventful month as far as I can remember.
With a total of 4 Trance DJs spinning at Zouk on 3 individual nights.
I missed out the first one which was Markus Schulz but not the remaining two.
Marco V was good.
Agnelli and Nelson weren't any worse on the 31st of March either.
You can't blame me for being physically defensive at that point of time.
It's hard not to react against somebody who is aiming a weapon towards you.
It was only after the shot then I realized it was actually a professional over-sized camera and not an anti-terrorist grenade launcher.
Jonathan on the other hand,
was submerging into deep thoughts.
'Ai Lim Kopi'
'Ar Ci Lim Teh?'
He must had a hard time deciding which one to choose given the amount of hair he had lost.
A gentle press against Ivan's shoulder and a discreet penetration from Xuguang sent both of them beyond Cloud nine.
The next photo shown below was captured later that night.
Andy, Andy's friend (Probably his girl), Melvin, Xuguang, Ivan and Me.
Apparently, I was pulled over for a second to take this picture. I was actually in the midst of observing the happening crowd that Zouk had to offer.
There was these 2 girls who were dancing vigorously behind us on the platform.
We did take a glance or 2 at them.
But I soon neglected everything else and focused my full attention on whom anyone would regard as the Lord of Trance that night.
It's not like I do not know of his existence.
In fact,
I have seen him alot of times before.
Just that I was only about 2 arms' length from him at that time and until this very day,
I regretted terribly for not asking him an autograph even when God had bestowed that miraculous opportunity to me in front of my very eyes.
Even though Gramps wears gloves when it is totally out of the point.
Even though Gramps wears a pair of shades when it's only gonna weaken his vision further given his age.
Even though Gramps poses in slow motions, which is his method of dancing, in a fast beat pounding music environment and not a casual morning Tai-Chi retreat.
Even though Gramps wears his clothes formally like a triad hitman late at night when he can have a decent game of chinese chess at his house downstairs with another geezer dressed in standard white singlet and shorts.
Nobody can ever beat this trait of his.
And it is what makes me think so highly of him.
Bravery.
It takes more than Bravery alone to be able to go up the Ladies' platform as a guy.
And to be daring enough to follow his footsteps would be the same as making William Wallace look like a wuss pleading for breast milk on the torture bed.
With a total of 4 Trance DJs spinning at Zouk on 3 individual nights.
I missed out the first one which was Markus Schulz but not the remaining two.
Marco V was good.
Agnelli and Nelson weren't any worse on the 31st of March either.
You can't blame me for being physically defensive at that point of time.
It's hard not to react against somebody who is aiming a weapon towards you.
It was only after the shot then I realized it was actually a professional over-sized camera and not an anti-terrorist grenade launcher.
Jonathan on the other hand,
was submerging into deep thoughts.
'Ai Lim Kopi'
'Ar Ci Lim Teh?'
He must had a hard time deciding which one to choose given the amount of hair he had lost.
A gentle press against Ivan's shoulder and a discreet penetration from Xuguang sent both of them beyond Cloud nine.
The next photo shown below was captured later that night.
Andy, Andy's friend (Probably his girl), Melvin, Xuguang, Ivan and Me.
Apparently, I was pulled over for a second to take this picture. I was actually in the midst of observing the happening crowd that Zouk had to offer.
There was these 2 girls who were dancing vigorously behind us on the platform.
We did take a glance or 2 at them.
But I soon neglected everything else and focused my full attention on whom anyone would regard as the Lord of Trance that night.
It's not like I do not know of his existence.
In fact,
I have seen him alot of times before.
Just that I was only about 2 arms' length from him at that time and until this very day,
I regretted terribly for not asking him an autograph even when God had bestowed that miraculous opportunity to me in front of my very eyes.
Even though Gramps wears gloves when it is totally out of the point.
Even though Gramps wears a pair of shades when it's only gonna weaken his vision further given his age.
Even though Gramps poses in slow motions, which is his method of dancing, in a fast beat pounding music environment and not a casual morning Tai-Chi retreat.
Even though Gramps wears his clothes formally like a triad hitman late at night when he can have a decent game of chinese chess at his house downstairs with another geezer dressed in standard white singlet and shorts.
Nobody can ever beat this trait of his.
And it is what makes me think so highly of him.
Bravery.
It takes more than Bravery alone to be able to go up the Ladies' platform as a guy.
And to be daring enough to follow his footsteps would be the same as making William Wallace look like a wuss pleading for breast milk on the torture bed.
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