MOS Trance Event: The Nightmare before Halloween

Feat. TRANSMISSION with PAUL JOHNSON (UK)

www.ministryofsound.com.sg/halloween

Twas’ the night before Halloween
When He awoke from slumber’s keep
For only this one night a year
He was free with fellow ghouls to creep
Drowsy from days gone past
His crave for Music was rightly just
So He dons this fur of white
To keep the Pumpkin away from sight
And thus begins this search to quench
His need for Trance and yearning for Dance

And now we invite you to join us at this fearsome scene
At The Ministry of Sound’s Nightmare before Halloween

Celebrating only the credible Trance music producers from the past to present day, Paul Johnson (UK) will take you on an uplifting trip as he brings you on a melodic journey with killer riffs and epic anthems in the main arena.

Embrace the sound that is fronted by the likes of Armin van Buuren, Above & Beyond, Paul van Dyk, Ferry Corsten and Tiësto - who are among last year's top 20 DJs.

Transmission isn't just another night, it is a gearshift to take you higher.

ALL IN FULL HALLOWEEN COSTUME ENTER FOR FREE!

Cover charges on 27 OCTOBER :
Before 10.30pm - $15 for men and $12 for ladies (both covers include 1 drink) and
After 10.30pm - $25 for men and $20 for ladies (both covers include 2 drinks)

Happiness...

Happiness is a butterfly which when pursued,
is always just beyond your grasp,
but which,
if you will sit down quietly,
may alight upon you.

The Forsaken by William Wordsworth

The peace which other seek they find;
The heaviest storms not longest last;
Heaven grants even to the guiltiest mind
An amnesty for what is past;
When will my sentence be reversed?
I only pray to know the worst;
And wish as if my heart would burst.

O weary struggle! silent year
Tell seemingly no doubtful tale;
And yet they leave it short, and fear
And hopes are strong and will prevail.
My calmest faith escapes not pain;
And, feeling that the hope in vain,
I think that she will come again.

to quit or not to quit...

went to see those nicotine patch thingy today. costs like $35 per box which lasts for 7 days. but they're having promotion with $55 for 2 boxes which means 1 month will cost about $110. that's about how how i spend on cigarettes in a month anyway. so the question now is to quit or not to quit? it's like giving up on a very dependable old friend, one which has always been there for me, one that calms me down regardless time or day. only time will tell...

Suicidal tendencies...

I'm sure many people have, at one point of time or another, thought of committing suicide. That thought comes when you reach a certain point in your life where all seems lost and there's no hope other than to end life itself. Some people however have not been through this feeling as their lives are all rosy and dandy. For those of us who have been through this feeling however, it seems that the only way to solve our problems is to end life itself. The problem we face seem so unsolvable that the only way to 'solve' it is to 'cure' it once and for all. It's a somewhat liberating feeling to know that you're finally ending that problem. However most problems aren't that extreme to the extent that you would actually 'cure' it as it takes a lot of courage to actually go through with the act itself. Therefore there are times when you wish someone would do it for you. And there are many a times when I actually wish something or someone would actually do it on my behalf. For eg. when crossing the road, I wished some raving drunkard would come throttling along in his car and hit the shit out of me. Or when I was in Genting riding the amusement rides, that it would fall and crash hurtling to the ground below and smash into a million pieces, bringing me along to my maker. Or when the train or bus I'm riding on would explode into smithereens through the will of some terrorist. Who knows... Somehow, somewhere I wish someone/something... would take the will to live out of me, to end me of my misery... Only God knows...

What Lips My Lips Have Kissed...

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.

Bitterness

Stephen Crane

In the Desert

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter – bitter", he answered,
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."