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On an island, and got to bring one album?! No way! One album can never be sufficient at all especially if I’m meant to stay there for a several seasons, you know, like” LOST”; But here is some other reasons why.
First, I’m going to need to sustain my sense of reason, and not to panic (because this is something that occasionally happens to everyone), and to make sure that I won’t start talking to a (ball), I mean to the coconuts, after a while, then I had to have my meditating hours listening to “Enya” and “Dido’s” songs.
Second, I have to encourage myself and enthuses my instinct of surviving in order to go fishing, hunting and collecting fruits( hoping that they’re not poisoned), and to do so then I had to listen to “Pink’, “Evanescence” and “T.a.t.u” ( of course the their heavy rocking songs); this will help me not to end up like one of those PC games called ‘My Tribe’ in which ,if you don’t keep pushing your people to go fishing and collecting food, you’ll wake up the next day to see your tribe’s members had turned into skeletons, shattered all over the island( So frustrating), and I don’t want to end up like my tribe; I mean…oh well, I will end up like that ,eventually, but not today.
Third, there will be days when I would feel so mad and anguish, and the only scenario I’ll repeat day and night would be” Why meeee?”; and all the passing rescue helicopters will never notice my “ Fire Signe”- deliberately- just to keep me suffering ( and to keep the show going on), I’ll need then to listen to something that would pour out all the negative energy, so it would be again “T.a.t.u” and also, and again, “Pink”.
Then comes the days when I’ll be soooo thrilled for being on an isolated island, and away from all the modern life’s nonsense, I’d listen and dance happily and innocently with “DJ. Daived Guetta’s”songs.
And when the night comes, and I’ll have those special moments with myself, I’ll lay down on the sands and watch the sky that’s full of brilliant stars and breath the pure, sensational ear of the sea, and feel like a woman again and not just some kind of a savage predator-( while doing so, I’ll try to ignore the creepy sounds coming from the nearby bushes),I’d listen to tow of my many favorite French singers,” Zazie” and” Mylene’ Farmer”.
And finally, after I build a raft to escape the escalating loneliness and the approaching lunatic, I’d prefer to feel optimistic, so I’d listen to my favorite, anti-depression, anti-pessimistic song” Life Is Spring”,( it’s a local, non English song), and I’ll put a smile on my face and pray that there isn’t some kind of mysterious magnetism lives in this island that would keep dragging me back to it no matter how hard I would row.