Hip Hop is long dead. Electronic music will soon take over the world. But like all things popular this will mean its imminent death as well. Lady Gaga and Pit Bull have already bombarded us with lame hit after lame hit on the radio. Ministry of Sound is playing Electrohop which is just lame.
Sigh. Why does popularity kill anything good in music?
It has been awhile since I actually sat down, took a sip of green tea and truly cleared my mind to be able to blog something meaningful or relevant (in other words boring stuff) over the past few months. That’s the treachery of life isn’t it? You often give so much of your time working to improve your life but at the end of the day it often takes more from you than what you receive in return. A meaningless life is always treacherous. It is akin to chasing the wind.
As I slowly seep into the deadly middle twenties heading towards the big 30, never have I put in much thought about achieving significance in my life. I guess it is a symptom of having a quarter life crisis.
The only problem is……I got to simplify my life. Sorry cut that out. I got to circumcise my life.
Why do I worry about meaningless events and things that only conformists (which includes hipsters) worry about?
I have always have had the best sleeps with taking Xanax. It gets me into the deepest sleeps ever. Even if Queen Latifah, took her fat ass and flew to Penang and started jumping on my bed the night I took Xanax to sleep, I don’t think I would have even blinked an eye. It was the best cure for insomia.
Or so I thought until I played a 1 and a half hour game of full court 5 on 5 basketball yesterday. Now I haven’t balled since a year ago. So saying I was rusty was an understatement. However, I had thought that with my constant jogging/cycling in KL and my cutting down of ciggys I could at least cope. And honestly, I did last longer than expected (even if I probably did have the worst stamina among the rest on the court).
So after an exahusting bout of balling (exhausting but totally worth the pain and tiredness) and adding a Jug of beer after dinner with my good buddy James, I hit the sack and oh my, I woke up so refreshed. I had never slept any better.
So Xanax, move over. I’ve found an alternative to you. Anyone wants to ball then go for beers later? Call me. You know my number.
I was reading a book the other day which challenges us to consider why are we working and for what purpose are we slaving away for. Each time the sun arises appearing in the vast and vacant skyline, there are countless people who will wake up dreading to put on their working attire and head to office to do some mundane and meaningless job which they could not even possibly care about if it wasn’t for the money that enters their bank account at the end of every month. These are the same kind of people that will wake up from their beds thinking, “Hmm….should I pull off a sickie today?”
Which brings me back to the book I was reading.
Are we looking for financial success in our lives or do we actually want it to be significant and mean something through our line of work?
Which then got my mind rolling even further.
A lot of us hate our jobs because our main goal or objective in working is to ensure that every month we have enough money to pay our rent, buy our groceries, buy condoms, drink beer and such. When that becomes our objective work will always end up being meaningless. So I think that it is upmost important that if you’re free from any financial commitments (eg. family, kids, loans) one should take this God given opportunity to actually find work which is meaningful before it’s too late.
I was too lazy to take any photos but fuck Placebo was awesome. Just gonna steal Likki’s and Jamie’s photos here.
And I can’t believe how many guitars they actually carry around for their world tour. They must have changed guitars at like for every song.
I’m as jealous as hell.
On other related news, I have confirmed that I have an addictive personality. Not new, but yea pretty much confirmed it. God help me please!
