Playlist 2010

Following a tradition from last year. Rishik's Playlist from his life, 2010.

Departure and Arrival
Gives you Hell by All American Rejects
Soul Sister by Train
If We Ever Meet Again by Timbaland and Katy Perry

Easter in Australia
Kids by MGMT
Opposite of Adults by Chiddy Bang

Surfers Paradise
One Last Breathe by Creed

Driving, Logan City and Leaving Australia
ONE by Yeasayer
I Wanna (Touch You) by All American Rejects
Waving flag by K naan

Kayaking, Running and Guilty Pop
Riding Solo by Jason Durelo

Eenie Meenie by Justin Bieber

Teaching in Singapore
Mary the Blues by Gaslight Anthem
Blue Jeans and White T Shirt by Gaslight Anthem
Shameless by All Time Low
Idaho by Nerina Pallot

Freshers Fortnight 
Dont Stop Me Now by Queen
Homecoming by Greenday
The Gin Song

Lost in London
Pursuit of Happiness by Kid Cudi
1901 by Phoenix
Listzomania by Phoenix
Sleepy Head by Passion Pit

Still in London
Geek Love by Nerina Pallot
Learning to Breathe by Nerina Pallot
Heres Looking at you kid by Gaslight Anthem
Everything is Alright by Motion City Soundtrack

Christmas Markets
I must be dreaming by the Maine
Little Secrets by Passion Pit

Amsterdam and the New Year
Lua by Bright Eyes
Come on Eileen by City on Film

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This post is subject to change as my memory informs me.. for now though, im off to bricklane.

gnight world. its been a. year. =)

recommend me some rainy days

two poems.
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rainy days makes
wet roads out of Orchard
and cool winds gush through
glass doors as I leave Borders
on the corner of wheelock place

browsing books, and listening to music
i like being alone
though I confess I still check my phone
pre-maturely
in the hope of getting a text from you

i suck at sending replies though
always over thinking retyping words slowly
crafting tone and (double)meanings
to their most effective
pace and measure

effective(?).. in giving myself comfort at least.
clearly its never yielded any other result.

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I like being alone in Singapore
because you always know that your being watched
this safe, high pressure of air
presses against my body
like light blankets or comforters
or the shy fleeting brushing feel of skin on skin
eyes dart away avoiding contact at all cost
what matters is I know your there

lights all the way around this island city
i wait till it gets dark, but the lights, they go
all the way round. roads never let up.
coffeeshops never close.
petrol kiosks always shining
they know something we dont.
even the parks theyve been lit up
even the sea gets not sleep
container ships from left to right
its intense this lack of darkness
its so rather. undramatic.

NOT a coffee addict. sometimes i drink tea as well.

I really wanna try my hand at writing a comic. strip. 

not regularly. but just one. to see the reception it would get. 

cause i know my doodling sucks. and my sense of humour warped, absurd and dry.. 

but still. i'd like to try..

anyway this is the first scene, which played out in my mind. six panels. 

Dude A: long distance relationships dont work!

Dude B: *Listens*

Dude A: i mean. it just goes against the very point of being in a relationship.

if the girls's not physically there, how's she gonna make you a sandwich?

Dude B: *Listens*

*Silence*

Dude B: you do know, this is why your still single, right?

Dude A: yeaa..

*Silence*

Dude A: I like the sandwiches i make, though

Dude B: glad you do. 

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The second idea I had was just this sequence. of someone dipping a biscuit into his tea. and the biscuit becomes a bit too brittle so it falls into his tea cup. so he takes another biscuit to fish out the first. and as he lifts it up, the weight of the first biscuits breaks the other biscuit and sends it down, into the tea cup as well. 

it doesnt have to be a comic strip though. might make it a spoken word poem or something.

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Reading about Van der waals forces, makes me tired and confused.

I wonder if maybe later in life, I'll ever have the luxury of learning philosophy, science and maths again..

causeway crosser

when i was younger one of the highlights of travelling, for holidays, and staying in hotels was the thrill of using the hotel swimming pools.

KL, Malacca, JB, Batam, didnt matter where, its really was the same old joy. swimming in a pool. not like singapore didnt have a pool. or like im a huge fan of swimming. Im really not. Its oh-so uncomfortable, and, really. im quite bad at it. Id start panting like a dog in one lap. A dog would beat me at swimming actually. Any style. Im quite sure he would.

but the point is. holidays. as a little kid. was never really about seeing a city. or a country. not really. was really all about getting away from home. and being with my family.

and really, what a great idea that is.  

...
leaving for amsterdam in half an hour. probably wont compare to my epic adventure of being stranded in paris. or the awesome roadtrip along the sunshine coast. or the weekend at sydney. or even easter in melbourne. but itll be great to see a familiar face again.

She thinks im crazy

Cant stop wont stop
I must be dreaming...

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what a life.
snowball fights
Christmas Balls with bouncy castles and chocolate fondues
bumper cars and ice skating
hyde park, portobello road, borough markets
nice comments from my criminal law tutor
running as the snow fell for the second time in my life, and the second time this year in london
dinners with family shopping by myself
looking forward to trips to museums and orchestras
movie premiers and FA cup games
playing host to so many lovely friends
spending amsterdam in christmas (if god and the weather allows)

this is just the past 2 weeks
think back for my whole time here in london.
and the list of amazing things ive done and seen.
will never end.

its a strange feeling now, schools over, people going home, but at the same time people not being able to go home.
its a great feeling, light in your heart.
truly feeling like youre on good terms with everyone you know. damn, im glad for it.

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Return to the gym soon enough. Get around to starting revision for the January Exams.
And fundraising for KEP. Maaan, kenya is gonna be awesome.

Amsterdam too, hopefully. Strangely glad im not one of the people who are stuck in london, unable to get home. and rather, im one of those who chose not to go home this holiday. though i still miss my family of course. and the thought of the summer.

but i have their love. and im alive.
maybe wish i had someone to share it with.
all the same, for now, im feeling fine. =)


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The Maine "I must be dreaming"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Icu5ZMkzcM

Re: Volante

you make me feel so good

sober.

so when its time for you to go home.

what exactly, do you

suppose I do?

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a work in progress

reve de Voler
Rishik vMenon

you make me feel like a kid again
21, barely in, and your making me feel like a kid again

youve got me singing
out of tune
youve got me laughing
out loud
youve got me brave, spilling secrets
childhood stories, not cool, not proud

..but you dont seem to care
and I feel safer in your smile
than Ive ever did
in this foreign
winter
wonder
land

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not sure if or when ill be able to finish this piece.
shall have to wait and see

traditions and revelations

I really gonna miss being home this christmas.
the whole family gathered in jalan pari burong, talking, catching up, eating. the chance to buy people presents. write cards. did i mention eating? the obligatory cousins picture (taken in order of height, of course). and listening to stories of days gone by.
stories which need to be told, every year, lest they be forgotten.

Im gonna miss clark quay, this holidays. the swell and rise of human beings in orchard road during december. the club scene. the feeling of freedom. the cheers to "good days ahead", with keng mun. the ritualistic drink of absinthe with dharvin on Christmas day. and then again on new years day.


traditions and revelations.

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i miss being in the company of rishab, kannagi, biju, jithin and chechi. listening to them talk. on an everyday basis about deep philosophy, music, life, food, culture, childhoods, everything. and i might have found friends to hang with here in london. but are they the kind im gonna hang with for the rest of my life?
i dunno..
maybe if they just. started talking about deep philosophy, music, life, food, culture, childhoods, everything.

i really dont wanna impress people. or try and be funny, or appear smart.
I just wanna listen to stories. and talk theories. and share my mind. and hopefully, it wont end there. hopefully, you'll respond to my ideas with your own thoughts and views. and maybe just maybe, we'll end up talking forever. and ever. till your sister forces you to go to bed, sometime around 3am on sunday morning.


plato's cave was a brilliant idea. and im missing that too. i guess it seemed like a natural progression, after I left Australia and returned to singapore. to find that same level of intellectual stimulation I found in that apartment building on Surfer's paradise.


revel and revelations.

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this weekend really turned me around. strange as it may sound, having not done any work, or not having contained any real direct source of inspiration. truly failing the "but, for" test of causation. but it has. and now. i find. maybe my standards and hopes in life havent been unreasonably high all along.

maybe i'll never have to settle for less, ever. and if this is true, so then are the rest of my dreams. Im gonna work hard and do well in school.

and if ever anything gets me down. i'll think about this weekend. and how amazing it was. and how i have so much to look forward to in life. you may not have changed me for the better. but maybe ive been changed for good. im ruined now, for anyone less than perfect.

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retrospectively thinking about all the mistakes ive made in the last 2 years
its almost funny. i wish dharvin was here. he'd understand. he'd laugh.
or he'd make fun of me. and i'd laugh.

im not sure if its scary, how easily im able to narrow down the friends i see myself keeping for life.
theodore and dharvin for instance.

the trick is to think about yourself. root squared. to the basic essence. and who knows you for who you are.
the trick is to take long walks to and in parks and write poetry. since there arnt any beaches nearby.
once im done with these essays. this weekend or something.

till then, i shall just have to write this poem here in my room.


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im having trouble, working out, how to fit into this conversation, just how beautiful your eyes are.

patron saint of day dreams

black and white striped
counterweight boom gates
these moods dont swing
quite as much as this
conscious -ness
lying on the
border
between
states of
intoxication
and caffienation

will you count the number of rings,
brown,
on this table,
like chalk crosses
on the wall of a prison cell?

i cant pretend to empathise

they probably dont get as much sleep as I do.

long time coming

an ol army song.
with some poetic licence and melancholic rishik flavour

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in the early morning run
with my field pack on my back
theres an aching in my heart
and my body's full of sweat

im a long long way from home
damn, i miss my lover so
in the early morning run
when the cold wind blows

when the cold wind blows
when the cold wind blows
when the cold wind blows
i miss you so

in the early morning march
with my rifle by my side
theres an aching in my heart
papa, I dont wanna die

ive a long long way to go
damn, i miss my mama so
in the early morning march
when the cold wind blows

when the cold wind blows
when the cold wind blows
when the cold wind blows
i wanna go home

i know
i know
i have to go
i'll hurry back home
and the cold wind blows

i wish
you knew
i love you so
i'll hurry back home
and the cold wind blows
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Its just about winter, in London.
Things are looking up.
things are in motion.
essays being written. food being cooked.
gyms libraries
museums mosh pits
skype dates
poetry jams
and dreams of kenya

back home too things are in motion.
people passing on
life moving forward
new jobs new schools

seems like alot to deal with.
but itll work out in the end. it always does.