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?