I used to get annoyed with my brother’s constant habit of perpetually blasting a certain song on his laptop all day or all week or even if i’m unlucky all month. I never get this fascination. This obsession. until of course, I did the same thing.The same exact thing. Blasting the same song over and over again in my headphone, deluding myself of what is there. It really is exciting. We’ve all done it. And then I remembered this conversation I had way back with a friend through msn. He, an avid Blink 182 fan went on and on, intermittently and blantantly professing his love  he felt from almost all of Blink’s songs and lyrics. Most of the lyrics of their songs revolve around shitty life, growing up. It’s kind of similar to Simple Plan’s lyrics but with that little bit more of punk rocker personality. I listened, out of courtesy but realise it sucks to the core. It didn’t feel right to me, didn’t even make much sense. Typical teenage dilema, I thought. Their songs didn’t scream anything but “ah gee, this is a waste of time” I guess it all depends on the position you are in, your emotions, your outview and how it connects to the one and only song you happened to be listening to. Music won’t mean a thing to me if I don’t feel any sense of connection or the want to be connected to the song i mean. But as I was just listening to one of those songs I shamelessly listen to hundreds a night, I realise there’s no point listening if you don’t feel connected to the songs, the lyrics, the experience behind it. To share an experience is one thing, to make the other random stranger feel experienced by it is just beautiful. It will never make any sense to you if you don’t feel it somewhere inside. If it doesn’t trigger your emotions or feelings or perception or a simple memory lost in the crowded scenes of everydays. 

Some people like hip hop songs. I never like it, well maybe for the exception of Low by FLO Rida. Others enjoy blue jazz, I do too- but not obsessively. And it’s actually quite intriguing to listen to what other people listen. I love opening iTunes randomly, click my shared button and browse through what others have on their itunes. Sometimes you can even get excited seeing your favourite song on someone elses’ iTunes. Like I did in one fine photography lesson, where I pester Phua if it was his iTunes cause nobody’s iTunes seems on at that time. But sadly, this person who have a couple of album’s I’ve been looking for, was nowhere in the room I was in. The type of music you listen to also says a little about your personality. You know generically. I’m not a personality analyst, and so I won’t try to make sense here. Music and burgers are similar. The type of burgers you buy, the way you eat a burger says quite a bit about yourself. I don’t really care if theoretically this doesn’t make sense but seeing different people eat burgers is alarmingly exciting and interesting. My dad eats burger like it’s that’s the only thing that matters in the world. My brothers who loves McSpicy has short tempers. The other brother  and a couple of other people who eats McChicken are pretty altruistic. And the Fillet O Fish? – Understanding people. That’s my mom, my dad a couple of strangers I randomly observe in MacDonalds. But oh well, I don’t know if it is theoretically or scientifically accurate or logical, but it’s more like a personified observation yea? Speaking of which, I finally ate Mac Donalds after months of not going there. SuperSizeMe makes me indulge in super-sin lunches and late night dinners. Quite to the contrary, reverse psychology works like wonders sometimes.