Bloody Trap

During my trip back to Myanmar, when my friends in Myanmar were trying to plan on going to a rave together, they asked me if I wanted to come with them. Being in Myanmar only for a few days and I would rather spend more time with my family. I told them no, which they were all ok with. However, when I told them that I had never been to a rave, this was when I found out that sometimes, people actually assumed some things out of me, which I might have never done before. Yes, they were surprised and most of them even refused to believe that I had never been to a rave before.

A few days ago, my friend asked me if I wanted to go with her and a bunch of her friends to a trap gig, I said yes right away. Yes, life is short and preaching #yolo, I agreed to try new things in my life. Now, I am not a stranger to trap music and being a songwriter who’s constantly on a watch over the evolution of music, I am well aware of how trap music has somewhat dominate some part of pop culture. However, I have never been to a trap gig before. How is this even a gig? I somewhat see this as a mini rave where you have DJ’s playing music on stage for people to dance with.

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It was at Oxford Art factory and I have to admit I do love the venue. It was small, yet cozy. Arty, yet not pretentious. Daring, yet not loud. I got there at 9 pm and the supporting act just kept going on and on until 1 am. There were altogether four DJ changes before the actual main act, this famous local trap DJ called Enschway, got up on stage to DJ.

I have seen and heard of mosh pits but this was the first ever time I have ever seen a trap gig mosh pit. I have never imagine people moshing to the trap beat but it kinda works. The cool thing about mosh pits in this gig was how friendly and united people are. In Myanmar, it would take people ages to warm up to get their butts on the dance floor. Here, at this gig, people were just so united bopping their heads in unison to the beat. Then, there was this mosh pit in the centre where mostly guys would get inside and push each other. They would push each other and some of them would actually fall down from pushing each other. I thought there was going to be a fight at any second but no, these people were smiling and laughing at each other and they would pick each other up when they fall. It was somewhat dangerous, but cute. I’m all up for anything when it comes to peace.

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After 30 minutes into the main act, although I have to admit how it was no surprise that Enschway is popular. I was getting so tired of being on the dancefloor. Maybe it was the energy of the crowd but it also seemed as if the crowd was getting much more energetic as well. I decided to go up the stairs away from the dancefloor and just view the crowd. It was a good view from the top. Head bopping in unison and people so actively pushing each other in the mosh pit, all for the sake of fun.

My friend came and called me down. At first, I was not going to go down but then, given they said they would be leaving in 30 minutes, I decided to go down and have some fun. Now, there was this chick there who kept dancing cray cray and she kept pushing others, including my friend and me. She would put her hands on our shoulders. It was not offensive and it’s nice to see her having ultimate fun being all friendly with anyone around her. However, when my friend told me how he thought she is on drugs, I had to agree.

While I was bopping my head to the final 30 minutes of the night, suddenly the mosh pit got violent. My friends and I did stay away at a distance. No matter how much we thought we were at a safe zone, some distance away from the mosh pit, it was not safe enough. And something did stop me from going back to the dancefloor but I just had to go back down there to be with my friend, although I did not want to be down there. It was then and there that when I looked up, I saw the back of my friend’s head coming towards my face and before I knew what was happening, his head thudded heavily into my face and my nose started bleeding a waterfall of blood.

I thought it was just a simple cut or just my veins bursting from the heat of the night. Nope, it was an injury of some sort. It was then that that girl, who my friend and I thought was on drugs, came to me and asked me if I were ok. I was ok and the only thing that was lingering at that time in my head was how I would not be happy if I ended up with a broken nose and which surgeon should I go to for a nose job. Thailand or Korea? Yes, that was what was in my head. As I looked up at the girl to say I am ok, my nose started to bleed more until there was a flood of unstoppable flow of blood rushed out of my nostril. Then, my friend and that girl led me to the security guard.

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This is what’s good about Australia I guess. The security guard asked me to sit down and took care of me. There was this guy from the bar, who I am pretty sure is someone who has medic experience, came to me and gave me a tissue with some liquid in it and asked me to put it in my nose. He said “it would sting”. I cringed. I hate things that sting. But, to my surprise, it did not sting at all. I was also lucky that my friend’s boyfriend was actually a boxer, a boxing fighter. He asked me if I were breathing normal. This was ok and I was indeed breathing normally. He assured me as long as I was breathing normally, it would mean that I had not broken any bones. Yay! No more surgery needed.

As much as I did not feel anything much and surprisingly not freaked out for the amount of blood I have on my face, I was calm. I was ok. However, everyone around me was stressing out making sure I was ok. I can’t blame them. The blood took some time to stop dripping and it was just a massive amount of blood.

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So yeah it was my first trap gig and the first time I bled in a night club. I almost felt like a manly man, walking out of the club with a blood stained shirt. I am not sure if people looked but I made sure I took off the shirt that had blood stains on it before people start thinking that I got into some fight. Quite a night! Quite an experience! You only live once and hopefully, you only bleed once!

Spin Of Change

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Upon talking with my friend about the younger generation, I’ve learnt something today. The whole thing started when she mentioned something about how the younger generations are getting lazier. She has always voiced about how the young generation kids have lost their self-esteem and become a bit more negative. I do agree with her. But then again, I also think that it’s not us who are changing.

First of all, I do believe that people have not become lazier but we have just been exposed to the rise of technology. Take Netflix TV series these days for example. Most of them does not really have more than ten episodes while back in my younger days, there used to be 22 episodes for one season of Desperate Housewives. People these days have lost their attention span and they have become more ADHD than usual. But as I have mentioned, it’s not the young people’s fault. It’s nobody’s fault. We are just exposed to more options.

I used to remember my elders telling me how back in their days they never had mobile phones. They would have to make an effort to run to their phones on some house furniture the phone was placed on, whereas I could be lying on my bed with the handphone next to me. I could say the same thing for kids these days. Why do kids these days spend too much time on the phone? Why do they take pics? It’s because these source of communication or that media platform they deal with have evolved. With such evolution, people have started to evolve as well.

Not to disrespect my friend because I know she has all the best intentions in the world, I do, however, not want to end up like my grandparents or my elders. We, as human beings, are not that good with changes. To make things worse, once we stopped paying attention to the changes around us, we tend to get side tracked with the things we are comfortable with. I do not want to sound like my grandparents. I do not want to blame the kids these days. I do not want to have to tell them how they are doing things wrong. I, in my most honest humble opinion, want to accept the change and encourage them.

As Whitney once sang, “I believe that children are our future”, there is nothing for me to do but just to watch how things will lead. Is this generation becoming more fucked up than ever? Who am I to judge? For all I know, the elders used to think how people our age have become spoilt. In our heads, we never got why the elders put so much pressure on us.

“You don’t read newspapers anymore.” “You don’t read” “You don’t play in the playground” “You don’t spend quality time” Well, we all have social media with more news than before. We read our phones all the time. We do go to gym that leads to narcissism and even so, we have even started to appreciate activities as something we make an effort to do. And yes, we all do spend quality time but it’s just that whatever we have done is the past is not the same with what we have now.

Change has come and as a 35 years old person who’s going on 36 this year, I have finally decided to accept the change. I might not be able to adapt to these changes but I just cannot find anything bad to say about it, nor need to change anything about it. Life is a cycle and things just spin its natural course. What matters most to me now is to just live the present with as much happiness as I can find.

Despite so much hate on social media or just negativity that is going around these days, I am sure that we are all adapting ourselves so much that we all still can live happily. It’s just important not to forget to live. In the end, that’s what the elders want us to do, isn’t it?