for once i was up early this morning, fresh, bathed, clean, slightly damp and veryveryveryvery tired.
Sitting at the dining table with the mother and she decides to read out a poem, at which proclamation, i usually groan inwardly and switch off the brain. this time i decided not to. glad i didnt.
she was reading a book of poems by Maya Angelou, who is quite an amazing writer, btw. so she read this one out.. and i wanted to share it with the world (even though nobody reads my blog regularly, yet)
Phenomenal Woman -- Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when i start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
Its the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they cant touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I dont shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need for my care.
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
(i like to think i'm that confident.....)
Tuesday 20 February 2007
Music and its Moods
I used to think there was a song for every feeling in the world.. everytime i am strongly under the influence of an emotion i find a song that suits my mood.
somehow, i cant find a song that i can identify with at the moment. Is it because i dont listen to a particular genre? Or is it that there isnt a song written yet for this kinda mood? Or is it that maybe i am meant to write the song for this mood? (but the words wont come, i tried)
wah!
somehow, i cant find a song that i can identify with at the moment. Is it because i dont listen to a particular genre? Or is it that there isnt a song written yet for this kinda mood? Or is it that maybe i am meant to write the song for this mood? (but the words wont come, i tried)
wah!
Monday 5 February 2007
Buddy Guy *sigh*
so i went for the Buddy Guy concert! :D
C got me tickets to the concert, which was organised by the One Tree Music festival.. and i totally had to go..
My aunt's come down from New York, and she's quite a partay annimull, so i decided to take her along.. so about 5 of us ended up going there together.. and oh mah gawd!
OHHH MAAAH GAAAWWD!!
i know this sounds kinda crazy but he's brilliant that man, i could fall in love with him.. really.
before the concert there were a bunch of singers from bombay who just got onto the stage and performed a bit.. really good stuff.. there was this acapella band called Conchorde who were absofuckinglutely brilliant. http://smileyourbluesaway.blogspot.com/2006/08/best-bathroom-singers-youve-ever-heard.html
how can you not like these boys?
apparently they aint together no more, what a shame! :(
i'd love to get my hands on some of their music...
getting back to Buddy Guy, i'd only heard a few songs by him, and i liked them but i'd been in a Michael Buble mood for a very long while and i hadnt heard his (BG's) songs too often..
so i was with C buying a bottle of water and when we heard them start the concert, i almost ran toward the stage, luckily we'd reached a bit early and found a place somewhere in front, so we got there and i put my stuff down, he started singing, strumming and i was a goner.. just stood there and swayed and 'wiggled my butt' and had a blast..
dressed in a simple khaki shirt and pants with this cute little hat on his head (i think its called a fedora, without the feather) and this pale yellow guitar, he just moved his fingers and mouth in such a way that i'm sure got the ladies (and gentlemen) in the audience feeling the same way a female rock fan feels, just before she takes off her underwear and flings it on stage.
he's probably around 60 but man that guys got a powerful voice, he could be heard over the electronics even when he whispered, geeez and what clarity! most singers, even if theyre that talented, mumble into the mike. and whatttta performer, crowd pleaser, babeh..
there was this ramp going up sideways the front of the stage and at one point he walked down in and came into the crowd and walked through, happily playing his guitar all along and singing.. then he went back otward the stage and ran up the ramp..
then walter trout came out and they performed together and there was this other guy on the keyboard who was brill-fuckin'-iant and another fellow on the guitar who was amazing..
there was a point when the three of them were just jamming together, walter trout, BG and the keyboardist and i just closed my eyes and let my body sway to the music until the lady behind me, who was this 'larger than average' woman in a horrible black and white lycra tshirt clinging to her 'curves' and shaking her thang, started singing on the top of her voice.. and that killed the mood for me..
at the end of the concert he came and threw a few of his picks into the crowd and i've never seen people jump like that to get them... then out came the famous polka dotted guitar and 'Mustang Sally', baby... which has got to be the sexiest song in the world, whatta hip-thrusting beat!
i loved loved loved loved being there, and to think that i was going to leave early and go dancing at Bohemia which i do almost every weekend, jeeeeez (silly Nat)
inspite of fat singing lady and other idiots who thought they could sing along with the man, and the whole crowd thing, whatta concert...
THIS was real singing, a real performance, a real live kick ass concert...
and worth way waay waaay more than the six hundred bucks it cost.
(oh for all you BG fans, my friend has taken a video of a part of the concert and i shall post the link here as soon as i can)
C got me tickets to the concert, which was organised by the One Tree Music festival.. and i totally had to go..
My aunt's come down from New York, and she's quite a partay annimull, so i decided to take her along.. so about 5 of us ended up going there together.. and oh mah gawd!
OHHH MAAAH GAAAWWD!!
i know this sounds kinda crazy but he's brilliant that man, i could fall in love with him.. really.
before the concert there were a bunch of singers from bombay who just got onto the stage and performed a bit.. really good stuff.. there was this acapella band called Conchorde who were absofuckinglutely brilliant. http://smileyourbluesaway.blogspot.com/2006/08/best-bathroom-singers-youve-ever-heard.html
how can you not like these boys?
apparently they aint together no more, what a shame! :(
i'd love to get my hands on some of their music...
getting back to Buddy Guy, i'd only heard a few songs by him, and i liked them but i'd been in a Michael Buble mood for a very long while and i hadnt heard his (BG's) songs too often..
so i was with C buying a bottle of water and when we heard them start the concert, i almost ran toward the stage, luckily we'd reached a bit early and found a place somewhere in front, so we got there and i put my stuff down, he started singing, strumming and i was a goner.. just stood there and swayed and 'wiggled my butt' and had a blast..
dressed in a simple khaki shirt and pants with this cute little hat on his head (i think its called a fedora, without the feather) and this pale yellow guitar, he just moved his fingers and mouth in such a way that i'm sure got the ladies (and gentlemen) in the audience feeling the same way a female rock fan feels, just before she takes off her underwear and flings it on stage.
he's probably around 60 but man that guys got a powerful voice, he could be heard over the electronics even when he whispered, geeez and what clarity! most singers, even if theyre that talented, mumble into the mike. and whatttta performer, crowd pleaser, babeh..
there was this ramp going up sideways the front of the stage and at one point he walked down in and came into the crowd and walked through, happily playing his guitar all along and singing.. then he went back otward the stage and ran up the ramp..
then walter trout came out and they performed together and there was this other guy on the keyboard who was brill-fuckin'-iant and another fellow on the guitar who was amazing..
there was a point when the three of them were just jamming together, walter trout, BG and the keyboardist and i just closed my eyes and let my body sway to the music until the lady behind me, who was this 'larger than average' woman in a horrible black and white lycra tshirt clinging to her 'curves' and shaking her thang, started singing on the top of her voice.. and that killed the mood for me..
at the end of the concert he came and threw a few of his picks into the crowd and i've never seen people jump like that to get them... then out came the famous polka dotted guitar and 'Mustang Sally', baby... which has got to be the sexiest song in the world, whatta hip-thrusting beat!
i loved loved loved loved being there, and to think that i was going to leave early and go dancing at Bohemia which i do almost every weekend, jeeeeez (silly Nat)
inspite of fat singing lady and other idiots who thought they could sing along with the man, and the whole crowd thing, whatta concert...
THIS was real singing, a real performance, a real live kick ass concert...
and worth way waay waaay more than the six hundred bucks it cost.
(oh for all you BG fans, my friend has taken a video of a part of the concert and i shall post the link here as soon as i can)
Sunday 4 February 2007
a new beginning, a new friendship and a bitchy rant
i've been meaning to post for a while now.. but somehow i've never gotten round to doing it..
someone commented the other day that this is more like a diary than a blog.. and now i'm confused.. isnt a blog supposed to be like an online diary/journal?!
do let me know if i'm wrong.. very new to the blogging scene and all..
i SO didnt want to start off the new year/this blog with a whole bunch of new years resolutions/rant about some seriously annoying people but thats what is uppermost on my mind right now so i'm gonna have to..
first the new years resolutions.. yes i know its february and not technically the new year.. and that i've wasted a whole month sitting on my ass not doing anything about my "resolutions" so i'm gonna post them here, so that if any of you catch me sitting around not sticking to these resolutions, you can whup my pretty little butt back into shape...
(1) lose weight: very very very important, i need to fit to be a dancer and i am [i]anything[/i] but fit right now.. so that basically means gym, proper diet and no eating outside food.. at all!!
(2) become more proactive about my career/interests
(3) get my hurt hand fixed properly, its been screwed up for about 4 months now and again for dancing it needs to be completely normal.. also for painting
(4) write to my friends out of town more often
(5) generally write more often, i'm getting sick of people tellin me that i can write but i aint doing anything about it, so i will faithfully try to put up atleast one post in 2 days
(6) i need to take of my skin and all, generally beautify.. i've never been a big one for doing that kinda stuff, but the little effort put into making yourself look nice, (not one of those 'glamdoll' madeup model types) is totally worth the effort.
(7) work on learning how to sketch, ye ai know its sounds odd that a 'painter' cant draw, but i am a painter after all not an artist and that too a self taught painter.. so i must learn how to draw with pencil/chracoal/ink etc..
should finish one sketch/painting/drawing a day
i should stop there, anymore and i wont have a life, not that i have much of one nowadays but yea..
and now we come to the rant: *evil grin*
have you ever met someone who, initially seems nice, but kinda over-enthusiastic.. and once you kinda get to know them, seriously starts to annoy the hell outta you? this is happening to me right now..
say about a couple months ago i met a girl (lets call her X) through some common friends and we hung out a bit, she also dances so we used to go out dancing and stuff, did a bit of shopping and hung around at coffee shops.. 'sipping overpriced espressos' (as my friend B so eloquently puts it)
she seemed nice, we had fun hanging around, it always feels good to get to know someone new..though she seemed a tad bit overexcited about everything in life..
now that i look back, i think the problem started when X was introduced to a couple of my friends and she started hanging with them too..and suddenly she was pushing herself into every aspect of my life, calling me all the time, saying stuff about how much the 2 of us had in common, (which, btw, wasnt much at all) and i started feeling a bit suffocated.. and slowly slowly i started getting veryvery annoyed with her.. the woman (actually she's a child, no matter how mature she claims to be) actually started telling me what my friends were upto! i mean, seriously, the gall of this girl knows no bounds.
i even tried to hint in some very obvious ways that i dont much care for her, but it doesnt have seemed to have worked, can a person be really that thick-skinned? or is it that she's just that desperate to be friends with me?
*snort* (yea riiiight, dont kid yourself, Nat)
the thing is, she's rude, obnoxious, hypocritical, overobsessive, childish, thick-skinned, opinionated and extremely clingy..
EVERYTHING about her has started pissing me off.. and now i cant stand to be around her...
BUT the problem is that for some reason i keep calling her up, and we keep meeting... is it because i'm masochistic, as another friend pointed out (hmph!), or is it just that we have a lot in common, interest-wise and we end up doing fun things together?
*sigh*
oh and i made a new friend... finally found someone with whom i can watch old movies, attend blues concerts and listen to old music.. :D... good feeling!
someone commented the other day that this is more like a diary than a blog.. and now i'm confused.. isnt a blog supposed to be like an online diary/journal?!
do let me know if i'm wrong.. very new to the blogging scene and all..
i SO didnt want to start off the new year/this blog with a whole bunch of new years resolutions/rant about some seriously annoying people but thats what is uppermost on my mind right now so i'm gonna have to..
first the new years resolutions.. yes i know its february and not technically the new year.. and that i've wasted a whole month sitting on my ass not doing anything about my "resolutions" so i'm gonna post them here, so that if any of you catch me sitting around not sticking to these resolutions, you can whup my pretty little butt back into shape...
(1) lose weight: very very very important, i need to fit to be a dancer and i am [i]anything[/i] but fit right now.. so that basically means gym, proper diet and no eating outside food.. at all!!
(2) become more proactive about my career/interests
(3) get my hurt hand fixed properly, its been screwed up for about 4 months now and again for dancing it needs to be completely normal.. also for painting
(4) write to my friends out of town more often
(5) generally write more often, i'm getting sick of people tellin me that i can write but i aint doing anything about it, so i will faithfully try to put up atleast one post in 2 days
(6) i need to take of my skin and all, generally beautify.. i've never been a big one for doing that kinda stuff, but the little effort put into making yourself look nice, (not one of those 'glamdoll' madeup model types) is totally worth the effort.
(7) work on learning how to sketch, ye ai know its sounds odd that a 'painter' cant draw, but i am a painter after all not an artist and that too a self taught painter.. so i must learn how to draw with pencil/chracoal/ink etc..
should finish one sketch/painting/drawing a day
i should stop there, anymore and i wont have a life, not that i have much of one nowadays but yea..
and now we come to the rant: *evil grin*
have you ever met someone who, initially seems nice, but kinda over-enthusiastic.. and once you kinda get to know them, seriously starts to annoy the hell outta you? this is happening to me right now..
say about a couple months ago i met a girl (lets call her X) through some common friends and we hung out a bit, she also dances so we used to go out dancing and stuff, did a bit of shopping and hung around at coffee shops.. 'sipping overpriced espressos' (as my friend B so eloquently puts it)
she seemed nice, we had fun hanging around, it always feels good to get to know someone new..though she seemed a tad bit overexcited about everything in life..
now that i look back, i think the problem started when X was introduced to a couple of my friends and she started hanging with them too..and suddenly she was pushing herself into every aspect of my life, calling me all the time, saying stuff about how much the 2 of us had in common, (which, btw, wasnt much at all) and i started feeling a bit suffocated.. and slowly slowly i started getting veryvery annoyed with her.. the woman (actually she's a child, no matter how mature she claims to be) actually started telling me what my friends were upto! i mean, seriously, the gall of this girl knows no bounds.
i even tried to hint in some very obvious ways that i dont much care for her, but it doesnt have seemed to have worked, can a person be really that thick-skinned? or is it that she's just that desperate to be friends with me?
*snort* (yea riiiight, dont kid yourself, Nat)
the thing is, she's rude, obnoxious, hypocritical, overobsessive, childish, thick-skinned, opinionated and extremely clingy..
EVERYTHING about her has started pissing me off.. and now i cant stand to be around her...
BUT the problem is that for some reason i keep calling her up, and we keep meeting... is it because i'm masochistic, as another friend pointed out (hmph!), or is it just that we have a lot in common, interest-wise and we end up doing fun things together?
*sigh*
oh and i made a new friend... finally found someone with whom i can watch old movies, attend blues concerts and listen to old music.. :D... good feeling!
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