R.I.P clean toilets n captain beefheart

My,my,don't we look smashing 2day? Yes,u in ur star trek pyjamas n me in my battlestar galactica t-shirt....real sci-fi theme,eh? Oh,don't cry 4 me,s'pore! Now dat i've returned 2 reality meaning dirty, "fragant" m'sian toilets,yes,i shall miss u,toilets where holding my breath n turning purple is not a necessity. Hmm,how 2 sum up my s'pore trip? Honestly,i don't have 2 blog bout it,it's not as if i went 2 d States or Europe....but compared 2 kids in Africa,i'm relatively blessed...but dats a bit of a cop-out

Curiousity Day
Sipping cocktails of vile colours
What decadence on display
Bubbling on 57 floors
falling south over elemental fear
mentally slamming into metal ants
lights blinding our bloodshot eyes
glazed with riches unattainable
the day has come
when good news arrived
re-enacted on orchard road

"Excitement" Day
In 5 different worlds
There's psychotic birds n dolls
Prehistoric pets roaming
towards my preserved corspe
Look,writhing in nonchalant thrill
adrenaline flows backwards
more drinking as it fills
when rock moves forward
Looking at 3 barren souls
guiding our sojourn

Waking up Day
Oh,mama,look,no hands!
close your eyes
there's no ceiling above
only way's to go round
i can't say no more
what,taking flight now?
what's the hurry,dear?
arrival is imminent
don't abandon me
as it looms closer

Now dat i'm done wif my narcissism,last but not least (such a cliche expression), R.I.P Captain Beefheart who has completely bewildered me with his music

What sage? ask the weather

Well,lovely weather,ain't it? Everyone likes d weather but not weather men. Ironic,no? The thing bout the weather is it's predictable in it's unpredictability,a juxtaposition of sorts. Now,"hi" n "hey" is tiresome so y not start wif d weather? saves time. Since my unsuccessful attempt at d 5 words or less per line style,i shall re-attempt in a mission 2 try n salvage watever little cred i had 2 begin wif. Dis is a random monologue of.....hmm.....it's up 4 interpretation

a shrug of shoulders

a hug of sorts

propelling him wif fuel

to a life on baker's street

oh,my,wat a crash

as he lets go

of pulling strings

n layered brick walls

she may not care

of wat dey have 2 bear

as a bad expression changes

into a form of religion

for fuckin NY hipsters

3AM martinis

turbulance turns to delirium

drowning her questions

we,me,they,us

to label is to invalidate

why,yes,our philosopher

long gone before we could

mash the suburbs wif citybugs

weed smoking him

sharing weather

wif matronly her

Let's share the weather,shall we?

Farewells,a glimpse of what may be

Au revoir,my sub-concious readers as a figment of my imagination. Instead of starting wif hullo,i'm starting wif a farewell greeting...why,u probably don't ask? i don't seem 2 have a clue either...strange,or not. If u have been religiously reading my blog as u do d bible (because i lyk 2 pretend dat my non-existent minions r pious catholic schoolgirls n choirboys), u wud have noticed dat i deleted my previous post bout d state of mainstream music. Well,i was watching a music video on everyone's fav site, YOUTUBE! (hooray 4 d masses!) n it seemed lyk everyone posted a comment on wat they thought n i said "y can't dey juz sit back n enjoy d music,y do u have 2 put in ur 2 cents worth 4 everything? now wait a moment,nicole,dats wat u juz did on ur blog" Now u can be a lot of things in life,a garbage man,a cuban working in d tobacco fields or even a gay hobo but not a hypocrite cause everyone hates hypocrites,even hypocrites.Cause its in their nature 2 do so. Okie,now dat i'm well n done wif my explainatory intro,on 2 less/more frivololous topics of livelihood (mine 2 be exact cause us humans r egocentric poseurs. yes,even u philantrophists). Now,d unincredible,only a 7/12 amazing n even less awesome moi shall attempt 2 sum up my bandung trip in 5 words or less per line as sumone said it was 2 much of a burden 2 read a draggy,long paragraph (i hate making paragraphs,utterly useless if u ask me) unless ur a pious catholic girl.

Touchdown day
Small n cramped
housing nou rich
hobos wif their kiddies
making tunes 2 gratify d palate
cans of sardines
made from people
looking 2 achieve
society's hedonistic aims
eastern dutch ,i say
little 2 pay

Rainy day
hot but never humid
God forbid
watching life slip down
the bright blue tarpaulin
as it chills
but never fills
up in d valley
christians say grace
2 counter their exquisite taste
holed up wif 69 cultures

Not so rainy day
baby elephant pancakes
swirling wif a screaming orgasm
d drizzles forming loops
on knitted grey wool
in elephant village
we drink 2 strawberries
a toast to
the city of flowers
where impoverished kids play footie
wif no booties

Departure day
regret wat may not
be regretted as we leave
a rush,a race
swiping wat could have been
time slaps us in d face
as does reality 2 havens
bidding adieu 2 a facade
of merry-making n riches
mercilessly waitng 4 d delay
of departure

footnote: pls 4give any spelling errors or grammatical mistakes as my philosophy is 2 never reread my posts cause it seems kinda narcissistic,don't u think?

Wishlist

Hello,my little non-existent fishies! this whole post is dedicated 2 my wishlist meaning my list of desired cd's n books 4 my upcoming day of birth....1 problem i detest encountering is getting a gift 4 someone's b'day.some ppl have actually delusioned themselves dat other ppl r born wif d power 2 mind read n after slaving away juz on wat 2 get dem,when dey open ur present,dey try 2 hide their crestfallen faces..but lest u not 4get,i'm not blind,u don't lyk my present,i can tell. Therefore 2 spare my present givers any headaches n humilation l8r on,i shall kindly prepare a wishlist 2 avoid causing irrevocable brain damage 2 those kind souls.the title comes 1st followed by d artist or authors

CD's
1. Is this it-The Strokes (their debut n quinessential album,how can i call myself a strokes fan without this album?)

2. The flying club cup-Beirut (balkan music with harmonic layering,spa day 4 my ears)

3.Bitte orca-Dirty projectors (any band that can fuse alt-rock wif indie pop n soul is worth listening to)

4. Ain't that good news-Sam cooke ("a change is gonna come"...need i say more?)

5.Norway-beach house (Victoria legrand's dreamy vocals is a must-listen)

6.Broken bells-Broken bells (Danger mouse+james mercer=melancholic power collaboration)

7.First Impressions of Earth-The Strokes (a few strokes favs are on dis album)

8.The Suburbs-Arcade fire (Win butler n co outdid themselves with multi-instrumental melodies n jaded outlook lyrics)

9.Sigh no more-Mumford and sons (it's folk,you can't go wrong)

10.Lungs-Florence + the machine (2 words:Florence Welch)

BOOKS
1.The Odyssey-Homer
2.The divine comedy-Dante
3.Beatrice and Virgil-Yann martel
4.Notes from underground-Fyodor Dostoevsky
5.The Picture of Dorian gray-Oscar Wilde
6.The Analects-Confucious
7.Freedom-Jonathon Franzen
8.The Present Age-Soren Kierkegaard
9.The wind-up bird chronicles-Haruki Murakami
10.The Canterbury Tales-Geoffrey Chaucer

Abnormally normal interests

So,let me begin by elaborating or...maybe not,about the abnormally normal going ons of my life. The reason i haven't been blogging n have been keeping all u make believe readers at the edge of ur seat is....ya,well,u don't need 2 noe the reason. Have been reading "crime and punishment" by Fyodor dostovsky. Yes,another one of my feeble attempts to increase my limited intellectual capacity. Sadly,its not going very well. Oh,well....life's little ironies. Sigh! In another attempt,I have been reading book 1 of "the odyssey" by Homer. Since there are various translations stocked in different bookstores,I've read 4 different translations of it. So....yeah,so far it has done nothing 2 make me a little more cultured. Instead,I think i'm still a bit of a floozy,albeit not a pretty one. God,i sound so self-depriciating. Yet,strangely obnoxious......Read "Life of Pi" by Yann martel. He has officially became one of my favourite contemporary writers,after Murakami of course. No one describes the inner sanctums of Tokyo better than him while bending the metaphysical as well. Anyway,getting derailed here. back to martel. All u critics out there might say he's overrated n blah,blah,blah. I still think he writes wif a mixture of dazzle n depth. If you have read "The facts behind the Helsinki Roccamatios" by him,u will find a gem of a book in this collection of 4 short stories that are at times cynical,reminiscent n still manages to tug a string or 2 of ur heartstrings. Here i go again,sounding more n more lyk a book review. On to wat i'm currently listening to, mainly The Strokes,Julian Casablancas,Beirut,The Strange Boys,Funeral Party,Dirty Projectors,Death cab for cutie,The Temper Trap,Hockey,The Virgins,n loads more. Mostly indie bands. Speaking about the word "indie",its casually thrown around now. If an artiste/a band doesn't really fit the convetional mould of a top 40 hit-maker,its naturally classified as "indie". Ok,now i've said my piece about that,I'm gonna eleborate a LITTLE about The Strokes, Julian casablancas (lead singer 4 The Strokes) n beirut. First of all,The Strokes are awesome. I absolutely love their sound! Yes,i'm making myself out to be all fangirl but you have to listen to the strokes to noe wat i mean. Although they sound lyk after a night of drunken debauchery n den dey juz came in 2 make music,dats wat makes dem distinct n oh so inapproiately awesome. Julian casablancas has a solo career outside the strokes. Well,dey all do actually. Anyway,his music is energetic wif complicated chords n a pretty melody. He can fuse pop,country,rock in one song n dats wat i call talent. However,he should stay away from country. for example, "Ludlow St" isn't as strong as the other tracks on his debut solo album,oscar wilde inspired "Phrazes for the young". "Out of the blue" is easily one of the standout tracks from the album. The lyrics r a little crpytic but quite funny in a melancholic way. And that voice his gritty croon is distinguishable n just.....i dunno,awesome?. Beirut=zach cordon,the talented brainchild of the band. Its a fusion of balkan,eastern european music n a twinge of american pop/rock. the lyrics r nothing 2 shout about but it ties the songs in nicely. When you listen,it takes u to a different era,an alternate reality. Seriously,just for the sake of the music,listen to Beirut.His voice is low and melancholic n it suits d style of his songs. Well,sigh....dats the end of my review like post. ciao,my non existent readers

Right choice??

Hello. I was thinking that day about my blog,if you can even call it that....originally,I intended for this blog to be an average 15 year old girl's blog. Well.....didn't excatly go that way,it was supposed to be a picture filled,minimum words kind of blog. Here's 2 reasons why that didn't happen: 1.I don't know how to upload photos onto the blog(don't laugh), 2.I can't help writing on and on. So,there. oh,just so you know....just because i write on and on doesn't mean i'm talkative although there are a few people who would beg to differ. You might think I'm just an empty vessel and maybe I am but who isn't? Don't answer that. And my insights of the day isn't exactly Haruki Murakami or Paulo Coelho,neither is it Plato or Socrates. Actually,its far from that level. What I mean to say is that those are just what my views are and they are not to be taken seriously. Since I'm talking about my insights,I want to ask if the choices you make are all worth it? Some people do what think is the right thing to do but is there really such a thing as a right thing? You might think its selfish doing what you want rather than doing whats expected of you. Where do you draw the line between your morals and what feels right? The truth is,the choice you made led you to this choice. One choice doesn't affect your whole life but it affects the other choices you are forced to make. Makes sense? no? Well.....doesn't really make sense to me too. Anyway, Exhibit A. A young woman who's a real social butterfly one day isn't sure she wants to lead this life forever. She sees her friends all settling down and growing up. She'e envious and wants the same things. One day,she meets a typical nice guy,responsible and ready for family life. Boy meets girl.Girl meet boy.They fall in love and get hitched. The first few months are married bliss for her. They are over the moon when she gets pregnant. After a few years of playing house,reality sets in for her. She misses her old life and wants it back. She goes out partying and comes back late. Her dutiful husband runs the household by himself all the while without complaining. One day,she meets a new guy and she falls in love with him. Together,they run away. She divorces her husbands and abandons her kids. Do you think she made the right choice? There really is no such a thing,is there? If she didn't have kids,the casualties would be less. If she only married when she was ready,this wouldn't have happened. But then,her children woudn't have existed. When we make choices,there's not really a right or wrong. There's lessons and pain and also joy and wonder. So,we make choices.