I haven’t done this in a while. I could go for the closest excuse and blame it on writer’s block, but I think that should be saved for the writers, not the ramblers. There were many times when I began writing, and then I’d go at a loss of words after two sentences. Other times I felt like I had nothing of great importance to say. (Not that I do now, either. But that shouldn’t stop you from reading. You never know what life-changing opportunity is up ahead.) Then there’s the times I could not articulate my words to perfectly bring out the emotion I was experiencing. At some point I had forgotten I had a blog, and someone had to remind me. Most times I had many small ideas, but they never culminated into anything substantial. Like how I noticed a guy selling suspiciously black/dark-coloured mutura. Or the fad that is Supras and skinny jeans for men. Though I think the latter is such an atrocity it deserves special mention. Watch this space.
I’ve been doing a whole lot of soul-searching recently, trying to discover who I am, and what exactly my purpose in life is. I found out quite a bit, actually, like how much of a procrastinator I am. I mean, look at how long it took me to write this. I experienced the rollercoaster that life can be: when it’s raining it always seems to pour, and when it’s dry there’s a real drought. Isn’t there a saying that talks about nothing coming singly? (That includes the traffic jams in this beloved country. It’s taken me three hours to write this because I was stuck in traffic all the way to the gate. And for someone who lives in Kiserian, that is quite a distance.)
I heard something that caught my attention, said by one Pitbull in what has come to be one of the biggest hits this year. ‘Me not working hard? Yeah right, picture that with a Kodak.’ I don’t know why, but this line really motivates me. Maybe that’s because you can only say it if you know it’s true. It’s the kind of statement that screams at your conscience. Think about it. Plus I like the pun.
As I sign out, I leave you with a song from someone I think was a very brilliant musician: Amy Winehouse. Her death left an impact on me like MJ’s did to others. I wasn’t really a fan of his, so upon news of his death I just shrugged and moved on with my life. As opposed to hers, where I stood in shock for about three seconds. Three seconds of my life is considerably much more than a shrug. A bus could hit you in three seconds. Really good news could get to you in three seconds. I could come up with the next sentence in three seconds. This repetition has bored you in three seconds. See? Anyway, rest in peace Amy. I’ll be enjoying your music for a long, long while.Amy Winehouse - Back To Black
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w1evzhSast8
Amy Winehouse - You Know I'm No Good
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ll7UFxqI2pM
