Time's never enough, huh?

And then it was Saturday AGAIN. Last night I barely slept anything at all, instead I just lay there in the dark thinking. Thinking about everything between heaven and earth, because that's what you do when you can't sleep (besides thinking "I have to sleep now, I have to sleep now"). However, my thinking eventually lead to the matter of time, like it always does.

There is so much we want to do in life but the time just never seems to be enough. Sure we have many years to live, but as we get older opportunities pass you and then it's just too late. Last night I realized that I only have 13 days left here and I just want to make the most of those few days. How I am going to do that I have no clue yet (since I don't have a driving licence and without a driving licence here in Malaysia you're literally stuck), but I'll find a way. I hope I will.

I call it an investment

Today I once again went to AEON Bukit Tinggi here in Klang. This was the third time so far and we all made the promise on leaving the ground floor this time (since we've spent around seven hours there all together the previous times). Sure we went to the first floor but how far we managed is another story. The three hours that were meant for trying on cute tops and gorgeous shoes were spent at the optician where I managed to spend RM 1300 on a new pair of glasses from Dior. The girl that worked there, Jenny, was the cutest and was as helpful and friendly an optician can ever be.

But obviously new spectacles wasn't enough, so I even bought contact lenses for the first time! I'm actually wearing a pair right now and it's kind of weird but I'll get used to it. However I hope it won't be long until I get used to putting them in which is the biggest difficulty ever! But after a lot of tears and laughs I finally managed quite well (if you can call it that). I'm amazed at how cheap contact lenses are here, three months cost only RM 50 and even though our SEK is very low at the moment it was definitely a catch compared to the Swedish prices.

Mami also bought a pair. Very expensive ones so I don't even dare to write it down, haha. I told her that everything we bought today should be seen as an investment. How would we otherwise go back to Sweden in two weeks and look at the bills...Anyway, I will pick them up (the new glasses) on Tuesday. Very satisfied.

Only two Friday Forums left..

Please note: Due to my business travel and a late arrival Friday evening, there is no Friday forum this week...no forum on 7/31/09.

Believe it or not the Summer is actually coming to an end.. With vacations and travel, there are only 2 Friday Forums left.. Aug 7 and Aug 14 will be the last ones currently planned. Tracee and I will be obligated or on vacation for the other weekends, the 21 and 28 and from there, all bets are off as Da Capo VA begins its Fall session and school starts..

The topics for the final two forums will become clearer as the dates get closer... but I suspect that we will continue our discussions on

• rights vs privileges (right to life, choice)
• Better/Universal healthcare and how to make it happen, reality, not dreaming.
• crime and punishment(death penalty and prisons)
• work in some discussion on the ever important "green" both the money, and the environment..

As usual, religion will play into this along government, history, and some basic economics..All views are welcome and encouraged. I hope you will consider making it for one of our final nights..

Big Daddy Bash NewsFlash: look out for invites to our annual Big Daddy Bash.. set for 8/15/09.. at the Prillaman home.. Jeff may only be 39, but we will party like it is 1999.. ;-)

Can a day get more jj?

Of course we see and experience weird things in life but occasionally they all don't happen on the same day! Today we followed my uncle to do some business and rather unusual things happened.

1. There was a big traffic jam on the bridge while crossing the Klang River. Why? Well, because there had been some kind of accident and there were dead people floating around in the river which had to be picked up. The most jj thing here though was that all the busy body people had to pull over to stand there and watch! Watch the dead people being fished up! Who voluntarily wants to see that?!

2. Then, while waiting in the car I was just bending forward to pick something up and my top's strap broke! I, of course, panicked because I couldn't continue the rest of the day with an one strap top, unless I wanted people to really laugh at my sense of fashion...Thank God Vicki was creative enough to turn it into a tank top! Thanks Vicki!

3. When uncle Kevin later dropped us off at Tesco, Setia Alam a while, so we wouldn't get bored, there was a disgusting creepy man stalking us! First I did not notice him besides staring since it happens quite often here (people don't seem to see foreigners that often here or something!). But as he constantly came closer and continued staring like that, mum told us to walk away, QUICK! But as we walked, he followed and popped up just in front of our faces. I was so scared. Luckily, we got rid of him by escaping to the women section. Uncle Kevin later concluded him as one of those psychos.

4. Then, last but not least on the way home we saw a female walking on the road in opposite direction, wearing a towel turban! Hahaha! Had she got herself a bad haircut?, I wondered. My goodness, talk about this day being jj, huh?

FINALLY!!!

You have no idea how wonderful it was to finally wash my hair (and actually being able to comb it)! I think I've never felt this happy about actually taking a shower and washing my hair. After I had the perm done Syu Yi jie jie said I shouldn't wash my hair in three days in order to make the perm more effective. Of course, I could have skipped all those days and washed it the day after, but mum persuaded me into letting it be since my hair was so curly before. Usually, I wash my hair every day so you must imagine how awful it felt not being able to clean it in three whole days! Yuck.

But I'm quite happy I didn't, because I can already see that my hair is straight now but not extremely straight straight. It must be because of the maggi mee curls I had this past year, haha. I don't think I will ever go back to that curly. Sure it was beautiful, but the work and time put on it to get it into such a shape wasn't that wonderful I can just tell you. I won't say that I never will go curly again but that's just not something that I consider for the future at this point. I'm still very satisfied with my new straight (but not extremely straight straight, haha) hair since it is much easier to handle, compared to some other stuff I'm facing at the present moment.

Maybe it's not Audrina Patridge straight but I like it =)

Alguém sabe como se faz?

Olá meninas, ando um pouco sumida das postagens, mas tenho muitas novidades pra mostrar! Assim que conseguir fotografar venho correndo mostrar meus novos feitos.
Outro dia revi esse arranjo nos meus arquivos, não sei onde achei, mas estou morrendo de vontade de fazer um igual! Alguém sabe como fazer essas flores?

Beijos!

Alguém sabe como se faz?

Olá meninas, ando um pouco sumida das postagens, mas tenho muitas novidades pra mostrar! Assim que conseguir fotografar venho correndo mostrar meus novos feitos.
Outro dia revi esse arranjo nos meus arquivos, não sei onde achei, mas estou morrendo de vontade de fazer um igual! Alguém sabe como fazer essas flores?

Beijos!

Finally a dinner with grandpa

I can't believe that we still haven't went out to have a real real dinner with grandpa after these six we've been here so far. We've just been to busy being at other places, but happily enough that's going to change tonight. Or actually in the matter of minutes. Okay, now I've got to get ready. Luckily, there's no hair crisis to deal with!

Hasta la vista!

Sophia Bush haircut xD

(Peek-a-boo before I have a picture at the real stuff)

Finally I've got that straight hair I've been longing for for such a long time. I was so tired of fixing my huge bird nest every morning that I had moments when I just thought that wouldn't life be easier if I just cut it all off and wore a wig!? Luckily enough, I did not do such a thing and here I am today with my silky, smooth and tremendously straight hair. It's what I call sexi-mama hair, haha!

It wasn't really planned that I was going to get it done today but since I had nothing better to do I followed Syu Yi jie jie to the hair salon where she works and two and a half hour later I walked out with hair a la Brooke (Sophia Bush) in One Tree Hill. That means that it's cut to the shoulders, yes but I'm getting used to it and I realized that I really like it even though I was terrified when she grabbed a pair of scissors (since I've saved my hair for so long) and said that I really needed to get rid of my split ends. Anyhow, the fact that Vicki keeps looking at me while sighing:

- You look exactly like Brooke...You're hair is soo pretty...

doesn't really make me that sad either about my hair being slightly shorter. However, when mum and Syu Yi jie jie said that I looked younger...I have no more comments to add, haha! =)

Body Harvest

Body Harvest was created by DMA, the same company that later became Rockstar, well-known by titles like the Grand Theft Auto series and Manhunt. This game can best be described as a thirdperson shooter with some puzzle elements.

You take control of Adam, a spacemarine descending to earth when aliens are attempting to take over earth by setting up energy shields so the military gets cut off from these areas, It’s your task to remove these aliens from these areas and save the population.

Along the way you’ll encounter several puzzles, some of which are harder then others, but in general, using your basic insight will get you a long way. The main point in the game is fighting aliens, which can be done with a variety of weapons, ranging from the standard pistol to the obtainable special weapon, which you receive after collecting all weapon crystals.

The graphics were great back in the day, when comparing it to other games, when you’re in battle it’s a feast for the eye, the aliens have unique features and the explosions are fun to look at. Each level(which are divided into 4 stages) has a unique look to it, you’ve got Greece(warm climate, standard western houses), Java(rainy, a lot of water, wooden huts) and Siberia(cold climate and little civilization).

The player can also make use of many vehicles throughout the game, they range from boats to aircrafts, both modern and old. Among these vehicles there are many military vehicles like tanks and aircrafts. Using these vehicles is an important aspect of the game, since throughout the game you’ll encounter situations in which you’ll need to get to a point quickly, such as when a town is under siege by the aliens. But you need them out of combat situations aswell, for example at one point in the game you’ll need to rescue a group of villagers from their island since a volcano bursted and lava is slowly getting closer whilst they are trapped in a building.

In this game you aren’t constantly fighting the aliens, it plays a big role but it’s more than a simple shooter. You’ll face many puzzles and challenges, like the lava situation mentioned before. There is also quite a big backstory you could find out if you want, because in houses there are bookshelves you can use in order to gain information about these aliens and why they attack Earth.

Of course not every aspect of this game is perfect, for example walking could get quite annoying since the character moves very slow. Swimming in the game is also discouraged, since Adam swims very slow because of robotic suit and drowning is quite a big danger.

Body Harvest is the first shooter I ever owned, so I spend a substantial part of my childhood playing this game. Even though I’ve never gotten around to complete it, I had great fun playing it. It always kept me interrested from beginning to end, even though I didn’t know English back then, which meant I didn’t understand anything that was said and written, making it so that I had to figure everything out, but luckily most challenges were self-explanetory. All in all, a great game that you should check out if you ever come across it.

A piece of everything

I'm such a lazy blogger, I have lots of things I want to write about but I'm too lazy to sit down and really make it happen. Actually I was going to post something yesterday when I got home from supper, but PS's house was one among the five houses that just had to get a power outage (at midnight!). First, I thought I was going to die when it actually struck me that I had to sleep without air-condition, but then it got worse when I came to realize that there wasn't even a fan available! Good lord, the only luck I had was the fact that I'm not afraid of the dark. Luckily, about 01.30 am. someone came to fix it (by then I was half dead and had three mosquito bites already -.-) and I could get some real beauty sleep, kind of.

- That bed is as hard as a rock! PS has some jade mattress with heating lights (that we finally persuaded not to have on while sleeping. Honestly, I will melt to death in my sleep!) on it to improve blood circulation and strengthen the skeleton, but that really must be bullshit! I'm 16 years old and I have my first back pain!

Anyhow, Genting was great but soooooooooooo crowded! My goodness, I will tell you everything later when I have the pictures to share my story with. However, even though there were so many people there, I couldn't find anyone really cute! All I could find was a tacky sense of dressing! Horrible, horrible...-.- It shouldn't be allowed to buy clothes like that - anywhere! Oh, and I went to sing karaoke with Vicky and mami for the first time! Gosh, that was so much fun...

Uluru: To Climb or Not To Climb

Sorry for the recent lack of posts. I've taken a bit of a sebbatical over the last few weeks. Ok, to be honest, I collapsed with exhaustion under an enormous workload, then buggered off to the desert for a while. Leaving aside the horrifying details of embarking upon a desert road trip in a Kia Rio, with my non-English speaking mother-in-law; being fleeced by every sole trader in the Northern Territory, and encountering "Dinky, the Singing Dingo", I'll merely mention that we visited Uluru, then came home to find it at the centre of a cultural stoush about land rights, and whether or not it is acceptable for non-indigenous Australians to climb the rock.

The Northern Territory is, in many ways, a confusing place. Laws exist that actively discriminate between indigenous and non-indigenous Australias. White people find that there are wide tracts of land which they cannot enter without a permit from local elders, whilst in other areas, Aboriginal people may find that they (and they alone) are not allowed to purchase alcohol due to tribal edicts. Tourists at Uluru are faced with a complicated and subtle consideration when they discover that, although a clearly marked climb exists, with requisite safety rails, an array of signs at the bottom of the rock ask that "you respect the wishes of the Anangu people, and do not climb Uluru".

The reason isn't (entirely) one of whether "white" people should be on "black" land - the Anangu people are clear in stating that they are concerned for the safety of climbers, and that deaths or injuries sustained at Uluru cause the local people to experience "great sadness", and a feeling of responsibility for the casualties. Yet, the locals are also angry that the track exists in what is considered to be a sacred place of great spiritual significance. Recent calls have been made that the track be closed, and that visitors be banned from climbing Uluru out of respect for local customs.

I didn't climb Uluru, but it wasn't out of cultural sensitivity (frankly, it looked like a death wish, and before I'd gone fifty metres up, my shoes were slipping against the sheer rock in an alarming fashion). However, it's something that tens of thousands of people, from around the world, do every year. The question of whether they should be allowed to continue to do so is often, falsely, posed as a clear-cut one, by boths sides of the debate. Anti-climbers shrilly insist that cultural sensitivity is paramount, and frequently throw in, for good measure, a reference to the Stolen Generations, Invasion Day, or any other of the numerous and grave injustices against Aborigines over the last two centuries, to back up the point that concessions must be made in the name of reconciliation and cultural respect.

Pro-climbers often fallaciously argue that land cannot be owned, (as it pre-exists its owners, and isn't man made),and claim that the rock is a "national treasure" which all Australians (and foreigners) should be able to access, and decide whether or not to climb. An Editorial in the Sydney Morning Herald described the move to ban climbers from Uluru as "insular", whilst Prime Minister Kevin Rudd opposed the move, claiming that it would be "very sad if... Australians and... our guests from abroad weren't able to enjoy that experience". And whilst nobody is saying it too loudly, closing the climb could have serious effects upon the local tourism industry.

A good part of the argument boils down to whether it is appropriate or fair for the government to make one law for one ethnic group, and another law for the rest. Some Australians have already argued that the permit system of "closed communities" reinforces ethnic and cultural segregation, as well as effectively disenfranchising non-indigenous Australians (about 97.5% of the population) from entering large areas of their home country*. The permit system is often justified on the basis that "we took their land to start with", and therefore non-indigenous people have only a vicarious and fragile right to live in Australia, whilst indigenous groups have an inviolate historical right. For many non-indigenous Australians, this begs the question of where we should be living, as this is the only home we have known. If this country is somebody's sacred, ancestral land, then where on Earth is my sacred, ancestral land? Those of mixed heritage (like myself) don't seem to have much recourse to claim the right to live anywhere, if the right to do so is determined by belonging to a distinct ethnic, cultural and linguistic group.

Considering the extremely long odds on the fact that non-indigenous groups are going to abandon living in Australia**, it doesn't seem useful to perpetuate the idea that some of us have more rights to the land, or are more Australian than others. Being a citizen should be a consideration which trumps all others, including race and culture. True reconciliation can only be achieved when indigenous and non-indigenous people stand together as friends, instead of self-segregating in distrust and misunderstanding. True cultural respect can never be forced by means of a ban.

*Of course, claims to white victimhood in the debate over access to land are generally dismissed as being ridiculous, naive, and ignorant of historical facts - but on the other hand, it's easy to see the way that the policy may be depicted if it were reversed, in that it was white people telling Aboriginal people where they could and could not visit.

** I'd rate this as just slightly more likely than Paris Hilton ever winning an Oscar.

Genting Highlands next! xD

Wohoo! Tomorrow I am finally off to Genting Highlands. I'm not this excited because I'm a gambler, I'm just excited because I kind of like it up there. Briefly said, haha. Anyway, I'll be there Sunday to Tuesday, so I will see when I'm back to update. Promise that I will take a lot of pictures but I can't promise that they will be posted until I get back to Sweden though (if you read my blog you should know the stupid reason why...-.-).

Forum Failure?

I hereby declare the ongoing Friday night forums both a success and a failure. So far this Summer, we have talked in depth about just about everything except abortion and the death penalty.. Don't worry everyone, I'm sure we can "get there" eventually, if we choose to. Last night was exciting and engaging, with many people talking.

We shared emotions, engaged in rational debate and once in awhile we even used humor. In short, once again, we had a blast beginning with the food and ending after 11pm when the last few folks left. I was actually proud that rather than stop our discussions and race home(or stop and turn on the TV right in front of us) to watch John Stossels segment on healthcare at 10pm, we instead chose to keep talking and learning about one another.

Since one of our central themes emerged around Entertainment as Idolatry and our cultures' dependence and addiction to a constant stream of entertainment of all kinds, this was appropriate. We stayed focused on one another, rather than going into "download mode" to get our daily fix of managed message/entertainment. We explored James 1:27, and John 15:5-8 for guidance on intentionality versus outcome as a success factor for living.

Our discussion content included FUN, socialization of homeschool children, Pros and Cons of living solely in an RV "off the grid", Racism and the fairness of affirmative action as a concept not a policy, and a lot of what it takes to keep us connected and actually loving one another. We reviewed Bonhoeffer's commentary on human love versus spiritual love from Life Together, and we again discussed the Americanism framework set forth by Glenn Beck in his 912 principles and values.

All of that said, we have yet to actually establish the dialogue of diversity that I hope for. The forum is so far a failure when it comes to actually attracting people of different ideologies to actual discussion. The attendees are far from unified in our perspectives, theology and ideology but we have been largely conservative, white and pretty "well to do". In this our forum is a failure. Even by leading with the concept of American civility and the arts, and civil discourse, and openly working through the ideas of diversity, our group just hasn't been all that diverse. So we are indeed a failure so far, but the Summer is not over, and maybe, just maybe, that could change.

I have many friends, in many places and my background is filled with tremendous diversity. I remain hopeful, that they are learning from one another even if they aren't "in the room". When we tried to summarize what it actually means to be an American I agreed with Melanie that it is mostly about a sense of individualism and freedom coupled with confidence in ourselves.

We as Americans must realize that our freedom is powerful and has come at great cost, but it is indeed a great burden. When you are free, you are on your own in this big bad world. It is up to you to stand up to the government, the churches, the PTA, and even the omnipresent media on your own. It is so much easier to just go along and submit to the rule of law, jungle, club, and even church. (note that the rule of church is a very different concept from either personal or corporate religion) What does being American mean beyond freedom, I'm not sure I can get any farther.. I love my country. I believe in freedom and personal accountability. I do indeed fear that I am watching it dissolve around me due to the free will of the people. We are choosing to give it up for the supposed "greater good". These are indeed extraordinary times.

"I'm proud to be an American, where at least I know I'm free, and I won't forget the men who died and gave that right to me. I'll gladly stand up, next to you and defend her still today.
For there ain't no doubt I love this land, God bless the USA."

Ah, como eu queria...

Ah, como eu queria ter habilidade com tintas!Transformar paredes e móveis, pintar quadros...
Mas... como pintora sou uma ótima comerciante! Sendo assim, ou me conformo com a habilidade nos bordados, ou vou insistindo até aprender (o que acho que é bem mais a minha cara!). E até que eu aprenda, ou desista de vez, vou sonhando em fazer maravilhas como estas:

Ah, como eu queria...

Ah, como eu queria ter habilidade com tintas!Transformar paredes e móveis, pintar quadros...
Mas... como pintora sou uma ótima comerciante! Sendo assim, ou me conformo com a habilidade nos bordados, ou vou insistindo até aprender (o que acho que é bem mais a minha cara!). E até que eu aprenda, ou desista de vez, vou sonhando em fazer maravilhas como estas:

Becoming a Swedish meatball???

(However, I'm still allowed to think that the chocolate fudge ice cream at Baskin & Robbins is devine...)

I love my Malaysian diet but at the same time I hate it and what it will do to my body in the long run. I might be having vacation and on vacations you are suppose to eat what ever you want, but eating above your needs (and then I really mean it!) during two months time is a little bit to exaggerating according to me.

Sometimes I would call myself very blessed here since we're constantly surrounded by people that love food, which means that we get to taste a lot of yummi stuff when they take us out eating, but on the other hand, it's quite awful at the same time because they are always expecting us to be starving when they are ordering...So in the end there's a lot of "I insist you take another bite! They don't have this in Sweden, huh?" and "Eat, eat, eat! When you come to Malaysia of course you have to eat, then when you go back you can go diet, okay?". This is kind of cute and actually very kind of them to say but sometimes I just wish they weren't that cute. I have no intentions of being rude but: Hello, I want to fit into my jeans when I get back to Sweden!

A small taste of Cameron Highlands

I know that these might not be the best quality pictures I took on my weekend in Cameron Highlands but it's all I can offer with my phone's camera at this moment.

Tea plantation we stopped to take a picture of on the way home...

Me with the yummi strawberry ice-cream (still very happy)...

Which changed when I looked like this Sunday night. -.- See the watch mark!?

Shadow Puppet Show Awards

Shadow puppets

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As part of our science work this term we have been looking at Light and Shadows.
The children made their own shadow puppet theatres, wrote scripts and produced their own shows. Have a look at what they did.

Fish

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We have been making Bean Bag Fish in Y3 - Have a look at our reults!

In a VBS, kids retain and remember what?

I have a new pet peeve. VBS at churches which don't teach children the true meaning of stewardship or giving or anything of the sort. We have devolved these "immersion" education experiences into competitions to see who can give the most money or whose family will buy the most things at a market or the such. By embracing secular "giving competitions" we have created a scenario which puts giving to the church on the same plane with college fraternity fundraisers or public school PTA games which dunk the teacher whose class gives the most. Is this what we want our children to learn about giving to the church and missions. As for me and my house, that is not the game and I am taking responsibility to teach my children why this is wrong. I wish I didn't have to use a church's ministry as an example of what NOT to do.

This AM, I actually had a conflict with a daughter who was concerned that money given to the boys wasn't as much as what was given to the girls. She wasn't thinking about what she was giving, or that I had given them every dollar in my wallet. It didn't occur to her in the moment of what the real goals or intentions were. What will she remember in 6 days, 6 months, or 6 years. There was no mention of the biblical imperative for a tithe or even for the real usage goal of the VBS offering.. "Watering Malawi". (BTW, if you are reading this, please consider giving to this cause and making a difference.) We wonder why we lose these kids when they grow up. Could it be because they are no longer being taught what the real meaning of worship, tithing and missions are? Could it be that they see through the veiled facade of ministry, and they see just another charity?

Church isn't just another charity. When we remove the reverence and the call, we are killing it.

Looking like a tomato -.-

Seriously I can't believe this, honestly said now, bullshit. Never in my wildest dream had I expected to get a tan on a trip to the mountains. Or I can't even call it a tan, because a tan is something that is sexy and glowing, something that Eva Longoria has. What I have is tomato skin! I never turn red, I always turn brown directly! Did I say ALWAYS loud enough? Okay never mind if I'm red because I will turn brown later, but the real issue isn't that. The real issue is that I'm not evenly sun-burned since I was crossing my arms walking around in that morning market, so I have a freaking watch mark on my left arm! It's so ugly! Besides, it reminds me on my fair skin that I managed to keep so long before this trip totally ruined my plan of not getting brown until my last week here. I'm sooo vexed right now...

If I wouldn't have listened to my aunt and my uncle Alvin that said that Cameron Highlands isn't cold at all, then I would have brought my jacket with me to that awfully cold place and also, I would have worn it to that market no matter how bright the sun was and then I wouldn't have ended up like a this. - This is called discolored! -.- (I'll post a picture when I get access to bluetooth at PS's laptop later this week).

Antes e Depois

No Design Sponge descobri estes e muitos outros antes e depois.
É incrível como móveis "velhos", aqueles que ninguém quer mais, podem virar estrela de um ambiente... Sem contar a qualidade da madeira!
Uma cadeira:
Antes:
Depois:
Uma cômoda abandonada:

Sr transforma em um lindo móvel pra sala:
Lembrou daquele móvel que você chamou de horrível e ultrapassado? Mãos à obra, tinta nele!
Beijos!

Antes e Depois

No Design Sponge descobri estes e muitos outros antes e depois.
É incrível como móveis "velhos", aqueles que ninguém quer mais, podem virar estrela de um ambiente... Sem contar a qualidade da madeira!
Uma cadeira:
Antes:
Depois:
Uma cômoda abandonada:

Sr transforma em um lindo móvel pra sala:
Lembrou daquele móvel que você chamou de horrível e ultrapassado? Mãos à obra, tinta nele!
Beijos!

Cameron Highlands tomorrow

Wohoo! Tomorrow I'm leaving for a weekend in Cameron Highlands, where I've never been before. Probably I'll be back on Sunday or the latest, Monday to blog. I will try to snap some photos with my phone, I feel like this poor little blog starts to become very plain without some shots (and I don't mean the ones you drink if you haven't got that yet -.-. Hehe.)...Ciao!

MJ Live in Bucharest

Omigod is all I have to say. Right now I'm lying in PS huge bed watching Michael Jackson Live in Bucharest that AS bought yesterday when we went a quickie to Carrefour. First of all, I never thought that that much people can be filled into an arena, but obviously people from all around the world came to watch it. Secondly, I really don't get how they can act as crazy as they do! Okay, you can scream and sing a long but honestly, cry like a baby, tear out your hair and try to climb up on stage is a little bit too much, ain't it? Then when some have to be carried away by paramedics...I wonder is it really worth to what, get a heart attack just by going to that concert!? I can't even imagine getting out when the concert is over, if you haven't got hurt by someone crazy during the actual performance no doubt you're going to be smashed while getting out...-.- I said earlier that I love live music, but to the extent of seriously ending up injured, I'm not so sure anymore. Okidoki, now I'm gonna get back to watching this wild circus. I must admit that it's really amusing, hahaha.

Inspiração do dia

Inspiração do dia

A cerimônia de adeus a Michael Jackson

Quando a família de Michael Jackson comunicou que haveria um tributo ao Rei do Pop, sinceramente pensei que seria a coisa mais descabida do mundo. Como poderia haver um velório e um show ao mesmo tempo? Mas o que vi ontem foi algo realmente digno de Michael. Uma produção emocionante, sem que possa ser feita qualquer crítica negativa. Simplesmente emoção, do início ao fim. Depoimentos de amigos, homenagem dos artistas, a entrada do caixão, o silêncio respeitoso dos fãs, o abraço sofrido da família. E quando se pensava que We are the World seria o ponto máximo, Paris nos mostra que uma simples frase, de improviso, pode ser muito maior.

"Só queria dizer que, desde que eu nasci, o papai foi o melhor pai que eu poderia imaginar. Só queria dizer que eu te amo tanto"

Paris me levou às lágrimas. E acredito que a todos. Não apenas uma vez, mas todas as vezes que a ouvi. Palvras, simples, sinceras e carregadas de muito sofrimento.

Se para mim antes, falar de Michael Jackson me levava à imagem do dançarino de Thriller, hoje esta imagem está colada à de Paris.

Se a vida de Michael foi um show, sua morte foi realmente o ato final. O tributo, o fechar das cortinas. Mas o espetáculo, o Rei do Pop, fica vivo na memória de todos...

Hoje é possível entender a frase "Elvis não morreu". Mas terá que ser substituído por "Elvis e Michael não morreram".

E vocês, como viram o adeus a Michael Jackson?

A cerimônia de adeus a Michael Jackson

Quando a família de Michael Jackson comunicou que haveria um tributo ao Rei do Pop, sinceramente pensei que seria a coisa mais descabida do mundo. Como poderia haver um velório e um show ao mesmo tempo? Mas o que vi ontem foi algo realmente digno de Michael. Uma produção emocionante, sem que possa ser feita qualquer crítica negativa. Simplesmente emoção, do início ao fim. Depoimentos de amigos, homenagem dos artistas, a entrada do caixão, o silêncio respeitoso dos fãs, o abraço sofrido da família. E quando se pensava que We are the World seria o ponto máximo, Paris nos mostra que uma simples frase, de improviso, pode ser muito maior.

"Só queria dizer que, desde que eu nasci, o papai foi o melhor pai que eu poderia imaginar. Só queria dizer que eu te amo tanto"

Paris me levou às lágrimas. E acredito que a todos. Não apenas uma vez, mas todas as vezes que a ouvi. Palvras, simples, sinceras e carregadas de muito sofrimento.

Se para mim antes, falar de Michael Jackson me levava à imagem do dançarino de Thriller, hoje esta imagem está colada à de Paris.

Se a vida de Michael foi um show, sua morte foi realmente o ato final. O tributo, o fechar das cortinas. Mas o espetáculo, o Rei do Pop, fica vivo na memória de todos...

Hoje é possível entender a frase "Elvis não morreu". Mas terá que ser substituído por "Elvis e Michael não morreram".

E vocês, como viram o adeus a Michael Jackson?

Seafood supper

One thing I've learnt here in Malaysia is that Chinese people will do a lot for good food. An example is today's supper with PS (my mum's cousin that we're staying with now) where we went all the way from Klang to Kuala Selangor just to eat seafood supper. The drive took like 40 minutes with the Formula 1 driver AS (it would take more than an hour for sure with my uncle Alvin!) who speeds like crazy and she's driving an SUV, not a sports car! Haha...Anyhow, the food was delicious, especially compared to the one piece o durian I was forced to eat today, but I'm still amazed that they are willing to go that far just for supper! No wonder Ho Chak (food program showing all the delicious things to eat in Malaysia) is so popular here, I still remember our own Ho Chak food trip to Seremban last year. However, those new hosts that replaced the old ones really suck and they are not at all cute like the others!

Well, well, as long as these good suppers are continuing during night I must really work off those calories during the day. But that won't be too difficult I suppose, I can just shake it off with their i-So. God, I wish I had one of those at home. Exercising would be my favourite thing to do then! Haha...Can't believe I just wrote that.

Waiting for Jackson's funeral

In about two minutes the big big funeral begins. In Sweden it would be the perfect time to watch it (07.00 pm.) but here it's kind of late. But since I don't go to sleep until 03.00 am. anyway, I will watch the big event or what you should call it. I still haven't got the fact that he's actually gone. Neither that he converted into Islam like a year ago. Michael Jackson a Muslim, that really surprised me when my uncle told us while fetching us to eat roti canai the other day. Not that I'm against it or anything, religion is up to each individual to decide for himself/herself but since he lives in the US where people can be very "cruel" unchristian people, I just got a bit surprised. Oh, starts now! Ciao!

Just what I needed ;)

Finally I got a truly happy go lucky day that felt on the edge to perfect, but since nothing ever is perfect there of course had to be something not so good - like biting myself in the cheek just now when I ate my vegetarian noodle dinner. Maybe it sounds a bit late for eating dinner but when you are out shopping time flies! Four hours were spent at the ground floor didn't get any further of AEON Bukit Tinggi (the biggest Jaya Jusco in Malaysia) and some shopping was really necessary considering the big SALE signs making our eyes (or at least mine) sparkle...But don't assume that I was the big shopaholic today. No no, I only bought a green top (even though they had pink!) from Hush Puppies while mum (especially her) and Vicki were the ones who really spent money. However, after her purchase mum claimed that the GUESS top and bag that she just bought were going to be our future birthday gift to her, so that made me go above my budget shopping anyway.

Actually I was planning to buy a GUESS bag too. One of those small brown clutch sling bags, but since I questioned myself several times whether I needed another GUESS bag in my collection, consisting of two bags and a wallet (that I never had the time to use yet), I figured that I didn't really love it that much (to the extent of not being willing to let go of it to the bitchy girl with ugly colorful shoes, who also elbowed me two times!). But besides that, the day was a success! Okay, now I'm going to get back to reading Saving Fish From Drowning and stop babbling about my awesome day. See, I have the feeling that a lot of mosquitoes are on their way to feast on my Eurasian flesh...

Lots of stupido moves here -.-

When people ask me if I want to go to the places connected to the jungle I always laugh it away with a big smile before I get serious and kindly decline their offer with - Naa, that's not really my style...Today, however, the city girl in me had to step outside its normal areas, and the most stupido thing is that I forgot a camera to capture the big moment! Me bathing in a waterfall (near the big tourist attraction, the Batu Caves) that almost made me freeze to death would had been a picture perfect environment to indulge in. I bet that even Tyra Banks would have been a bit jealous about not having brought the Top Model team there yet. Nonetheless, I most admit that I wouldn't have been able to show the pictures directly since the camera cable is in Sweden, which also was kind of a stupido move. -.-

Anyhow, if we now return to the jungle waterfall bathing I just have to point out how horrible cold it was. I thought I would get used to it after a while but as my toes began to turn blue, I knew I wouldn't. During the entire time I've been here I've had warm hands and feet (which I don't have in Sweden, so see why M'sia is so good for me!) until today when I sat my foot in that jungle water. However, I can't deny that the whole "bathing in the waterfall" still might have been an experience I now at least will remember experiencing, even though my body disapproves.

Ó Pai, dai-me paciência!

Somente ontem consegui que o Sr. Marceneiro-Único-na-cidade viesse tirar as medidas do móvel que eu quero fazer para o escritório (tem um mês que eu tô tentando..). Agora é esperar que o Sr. Marceneiro me apresente o orçamento, entrar num acordo e esperar mais uma vez, até que ele me entregue o móvel pronto. Até lá o projeto do escritório fica suspenso.

É por isso que eu peço: Pai dai-me compreensão para entender a demora das pessoas e paciência para aceitar o que eu não puder entender, porque se me der força, eu mato!

Beijos!

Ó Pai, dai-me paciência!

Somente ontem consegui que o Sr. Marceneiro-Único-na-cidade viesse tirar as medidas do móvel que eu quero fazer para o escritório (tem um mês que eu tô tentando..). Agora é esperar que o Sr. Marceneiro me apresente o orçamento, entrar num acordo e esperar mais uma vez, até que ele me entregue o móvel pronto. Até lá o projeto do escritório fica suspenso.

É por isso que eu peço: Pai dai-me compreensão para entender a demora das pessoas e paciência para aceitar o que eu não puder entender, porque se me der força, eu mato!

Beijos!

Raciocinando...

1)

Quando votamos em um político qualquer, o escolhemos como nosso representante

Então, é como se o voto fosse uma procuração

Só pode ser meu procurador alguém em quem eu confie

Se meu procurador perder minha confiança, posso caçar a procuração

Então por que não podemos "deseleger" um político?

2)

Político é um funcionário do povo

Se um funcionário meu me roubar, não importa a quantia ou motivo, irei demití-lo.

Por que não podemos demitir um político?

Se alguém souber me responder... eu queria entender porque temos que aturar José Sarney, Renan Calheiros, Edmar Moreira...

Raciocinando...

1)

Quando votamos em um político qualquer, o escolhemos como nosso representante

Então, é como se o voto fosse uma procuração

Só pode ser meu procurador alguém em quem eu confie

Se meu procurador perder minha confiança, posso caçar a procuração

Então por que não podemos "deseleger" um político?

2)

Político é um funcionário do povo

Se um funcionário meu me roubar, não importa a quantia ou motivo, irei demití-lo.

Por que não podemos demitir um político?

Se alguém souber me responder... eu queria entender porque temos que aturar José Sarney, Renan Calheiros, Edmar Moreira...

Lucky us

Just saw that Akon's concert at Sunway Lagoon tonight is postponed to October 24! I ran to my sis to deliver the news just now.

Me: How lucky aren't we that we didn't buy tickets!
Sis: Lucky? I wasn't planning to go, it's only you who thinks those kinds of thoughts.
Me: Huh? What do you mean...

Maybe my illusion of standing in my new purple/red bikini top, swaying my hips to "Hey baby drop it down I just want to see you touch the ground..." while watching the sun go down is only my illusion after all...Many people don't like live music, they say it's bad quality and that there is no pleasure at all only trouble with the queue to get in and the queue to get out. One of those people is my mum who decades ago decided to join my dad to a Prince concert. (Obviously he was pretty famous with his stupid Purple Rain back at that time...and my dad embarrassingly adored him...-.-). Anyhow, after that she never went to a concert again. Which I by the way understands, since we're speaking of a Prince concert...

However, it's such a shame that she had that bad experience and decided to stay away from live music thereafter. After my first concert, Rihanna at Hovet in Stockholm, there was no turning back with my love for it, however.

Facebook Patronus, surprisingly thats me..to a T

I have been watching with limited interest as the latest trend of Facebook quizzes makes its rounds. Yesterday, I finally took my first one: What is your Patronus? Something about the connection to the Harry Potter book series coupled with my interest in why so many people are interested in these things.. inspired me to give it a try. Few minutes, and the results were in.. I am a "wolf". Not sure exactly what that means, but the description was dead on.

"You work best in a close support group and are fiercely loyal to those you love. You are unbeatable in a group and incredibly strong even alone due to your cunning at getting the job done. You are often the sort of person who has strong faith and compassion. You’re an excellent communicator and very intelligent."

I know, I know.. it is telling me what I want to hear.. but those of you who really do know me.. that is pretty dead on ringer for a description of the "Big Daddy"... even the use of the word cunning, with all of its connotations is eerily appropriate.

Does anyone know how these things work? calling all my psychologist/sociologist friends and experts out there!!!

Para quem se interessou pelo livro...

Quem resolver ler o livro "Era uma vez uma princesa" com certeza irá adorar! Mas talvez no final fique com vontade de saber mais sobre o que aconteceu na vida dessas crianças e dessa mãe. Mesmo com toda a ajuda que nosso querido amigo Google sempre nos presta, é difícil encontrar. Mas eu consegui! Só não posso contar aqui, para não estragar a leitura... Se alguém, ao final do livro, quiser saber mais...

Beijos! E boa leitura!

Para quem se interessou pelo livro...

Quem resolver ler o livro "Era uma vez uma princesa" com certeza irá adorar! Mas talvez no final fique com vontade de saber mais sobre o que aconteceu na vida dessas crianças e dessa mãe. Mesmo com toda a ajuda que nosso querido amigo Google sempre nos presta, é difícil encontrar. Mas eu consegui! Só não posso contar aqui, para não estragar a leitura... Se alguém, ao final do livro, quiser saber mais...

Beijos! E boa leitura!