It’s such a heavy thing to deal with emotions. Whether you like it or not, are ready for it, didn’t see it coming, wasn’t prepared for it, searching for the right time, waiting for the right moment, rather want to avoid it, maybe will tell it later, write it in a letter, type it in a message, wanting to send it or not, going back and forth, going into a loop, practice infront of a mirror, collecting the last little courage, leaving all the shots, armored against the bullets, talking to yourself to finally admit how you feel. About anything or anyone for any reason.
Religious or not, it is a day to eat eggs, croissants and drink fresh orange juice. Well, we add an extra culture into it and at our house we eat our eggs with sucuk! yummay. When I was a kid, I used to love and hate to paint those eggs.They always broke afterwards and I did all that work for nothing. I guess I could never stand to be a graffiti artist either. The chance it will be gone the next day, having worked all night on it in secret. No I want the whole world to know forever. (I have to think for a moment if I mean that…)
The universe unfortunately didn’t let me do the illustration course. Next time, me, next time. However I did already finish my thirds semester of Modern Art History. On to the last semester! Then I will get my certificate. I am actually collecting those. Already got my Dutch Sign language and last week I went to my Tiger training workshop! Yes, it was so amazing. The foundation Pantera is there for 20 years and do the best they can to take care of them. They’re facilitated in Friesland, up north in Holland and got over 20 tigers housing there. I definitely recommend a visit on their workshop. They will tell you about the history of the foundation, show you what they have learned and found out about the tigers, to take better care of them. I don’t know if you know me, but I got a mad weakness for Tigers. I can not explain it, it just is.
On an other note RBBP is slowly rising! Working our asses of to let the world know. The population is growing, so we need to as well! Help us grow and share us to the world. You can download our songs right here. Hey why not, it’s free and you can dance to them. Drifter made a remix of NANANA! Check it out.
My brov, Junior, edited the Making of NANANA. A big Thank You to everyone who helped us out there on the shoot. We would not have looked as hot without you guys & girls!
I got some great feedback from Buma’s Muzikantendag I attended yesterday. I’ve emailed the men…
And now we wait. And while we wait, I’ll eat my eggs. Scrambled. With. Sucuk.
I have been lacking Tieka, coz I was busy being Bambi.
For a while I’ve been busy with RBBP, please check out: www.RBBP.net
RBBP consists of producer Clifford Goilo (Rusted Braces) and Front Female MC’s
Tieka Masfar (Bambi Peeks) & Jennifer Muntslag (JNM the Naked MC)
We had our very performance at Live on the Low in the Winston Amsterdam. The last 2 months I have also been a part of the Dam Dutchess project. Which is a platform for females in Hip Hop. An initiative by Studio West led by MC Melodee. The girls participating are so talented and I feel honored to have shared the stage with them. We also interviewed them on Woman’s Word at Getmixed.fm. Where they all did a snippet of their performance.
We just dropped RBBP’s very first video of our very deep song NANANA. Hahaha, I know it isn’t. Yo the world is deep enough, ya need some land to walk on. Besides, I already bring enough dramatic notes as a poet.
The video was shot last year summer. We had to wait for the right timing to release it.
Please enjoy the video: RBBP – NANANA
The styling is bananaz!
I’m now on my third semester of Modern Art History Class! Hopefully I can do a short course of illustration. If the money let’s me. Or the universe, whaddup.
We’ve also done the 2nd videoshoot of RBBP’s Grenade Girl. We’re about to record a fourth song and a remix of NANANA is on the way.
I cannot wait for more. It’s crazy. And I love it.
-May I hold your umbrella?
*No, thank you. I’m fine.
On one street where happiness crosses inner pain, there aren’t shops enough for your tears to repress, except for the rain to let your eyes catch heavens’. ONLY IF you’re not opening your umbrella, by then only high pitched voices cover the facial expressions between heavy noises of strangers walking in and out of stores. The medium of disorder sees but tries to ignore that drop of salt before asked: Where are you going?
Answering question and take further notice of anger and disbelief, what had the messenger achieved if the communication didn’t get through. Disturbed by this matter of disturbance, more words came to vomit and there was only some of it to absorb, letters of remains dripping, whilst my eyes was filling up with too much sudden information.
Somewhere I am waiting for a magic carpet ride
That takes me around the globe and I hold on to its brushes
I can feel so melancholic, coz I am in an environment where I do not belong
When I look outside I see the wind blowing softly through the trees
The water running between boats, as the cars watches over them
But this is not my stop, and I cannot find my train
So I wait here until a fabric made plate takes me to a better place
Where I belong.
