W tym tygodniu aż trzy bukiety - co drugi dzień jestem w biurze z kwiatami, bo Wagi obchodzą urodziny. Kupowanie kwiatów innym jest przyjemniejsze niż samej sobie, bo można medytować godzinę w kwiaciarni nad wyborem, próbując dopasować bukiet do charakteru i upodobań innej osoby :)

Wczoraj było klasycznie - trzy piękne długie dwukolorowe róże dla Wagi spokojnej i tradycyjnej, dziś ekscentryczny bukiet fioletowych chińskich róż dla Wagi dopalonej i charakternej. Teraz myślę nad pojutrzejszym bukietem :)

Doskonała podpowiedź dla wielkich miłośników kwiatów pod każdą postacią, bo barwne bukiety są w tym wnętrzu niemal wszechobecne. I o to chodzi - im więcej tym lepiej! Zwróćcie jednak uwagę w jak prosty i sprytny sposób zostały przez projektanta zdyscyplinowane.

Po pierwsze: wszystkie obrazy oprawiono w białe ramy i zawieszono na czystej  ścianie. Po drugie: kwietne poduchy położono na śnieżno-białą, bezpretensjonalną wygodną sofę. Po trzecie: barwy kwiatostanów dyskretnie pobrzmiewają w pasach prostego "gałgankowego" dywanika.

Całość jest bardzo kobieca, ale w sposób nonszalancki. Niczym nie przypomina mdłych "różanych" saloników czy pokoików amerykanskich nastolatek. Światowego szyku dodaje ikona designu - nowoczesna w wyrazie lampa Arco dla Flos.

Friday 19 Sept
730-815pm Farhan Shah
845-930pm Roze
10-1045pm Altimet

Saturday 20th Sept
730-815pm Krazie Starr
845-930pm Zul Mystroe
10-1045pm Freaky Z

Sunday 21st Sept
730-815pm Krazie Starr
845-930pm Hyrul Anuar

FREE ADMISSION!

FREE ADMISSION TO ALL.

Do come with your group of friends, after your iftar, or bring your buka along. 

Expect a new rendition of Seribu Tahun from a newcomer, an acoustic version of Kasih Mengapa by Roze and Chantek live from Altimet.

Friday 19 Sept
730-815pm Farhan Shah
845-930pm Roze
10-1045pm Altimet

Saturday 20th Sept
730-815pm Krazie Starr
845-930pm Zul Mystroe
10-1045pm Freaky Z

Sunday 21st Sept
730-815pm Krazie Starr
845-930pm Hyrul Anuar

FREE ADMISSION! (Oh, I've said that already)

Zondaars - TC Bleeding Bulls - Cultuurmarkt Antwerpen 2008

Ook de "hoeren" waren van de partij op de Antwerpse cultuurmarkt :)

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cand pe altii ii lumina, pe noi soarele ne intuneca, acum mi-am regasit o parte din creatie.. am aparut in neant ca un simplu firicel de cerneala. am aparut cu tine o data. legat de tine ca un lant perfid. leaga-ma cu cearsafuri si spanzura-ma de moment, leaga-ma cu cabluri lungi si ascutite ce dor cand patrund in carnea arzanda.. dar zambesc. tu esti la capatul firului cel rasucit. acum imi masor gandurile in longitutidinea relativa. nu cuprinde sensul general al cuvantului sau vreun sens pur si simplu, e doar o simpla constatare. imi las amprenetele pe fata ta. imi las inspiratia pe buzele tale. sa nu mai pot respira vreodata fara a te atinge macar de la distanta unui salut metaforic. tot ce cred acum se desfasuara in vazduh si nu degeaba eu nu ma vad asa ca restul. nu, nu sunt special.
sunt ciudat. nu apartin de aici. plec in neant din nou..

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esti asa de inspirativa si totusi nu te pot vorbi. nu te pot privi in ochi. pana si pozele ma sperie acum precum visele liniare ce-mi bantuie copilaria. mi-ai adoptat fiecare temere ca fiind a ta. ai facut ce altii n-au indraznit a intelege si acum te blestem pentru asta. daca lumea mea e un chibrit stins in absolut, tu esti cubuletul de zahar pe care-l gust in diminetile amare.. plec iar la drum sperand ca inca mai zbori si pe la geamul meu. si-acum, daca pleci.. te rog sa nu te mai intorci. un mic copil.. penibil in dorinta. pierzator in ascensiune.. relativ al nimanui, ipotetic al existentei absolute.. creaturi abstracte si litere pe geamuri..

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Szarość wdziera się przez okno nieustannie. Szyby zapłakane. 

Piętnasty sierpnia, czy to oznacza koniec lata? Pamiętam o przemijaniu, ale jeszcze chciałam poleżeć na kocyku w parku, popływać w jeziorze, tak w jeziorze koniecznie! I jeszcze tyle rzeczy zaplanowanych do których jest mi słońce niezbędne. 

Wieczorami czuć ciągnący chłód taka zapowiedź nadchodzącego ziąbu. Jeszcze daleko, jeszcze nie zagraża, ale już zapowiada się delikatnie.

Lubię jesień, ale jeszcze lata chcę. 

Chcę poskwierczeć w żółtych promieniach, zabrązowić skórę jeszcze raz chociaż.

Tymczasem kupiłam żółte róże. Stoją w oknie.

Meer heb je niet nodig?

This is all you need?

't Is nooit genoeg.

It's never enough.

Waar komen ze bij elkaar?

Where do they meet?

Długość całkowita kolczyków: 5,3 cm.

Ha nincs más jelentkező, akkor a helyszín a Kormos Zoli lakása. Ha esetleg mégis lesz más önkéntes, akkor idejében szólunk.
Jelentkezni lehet hétfő estig. A rozé borok olcsóbbak, becslésem szerint a  borkóstolás 15 ron-ba fog kerülni.

A következő borokat fogjuk kóstolni:

Kendermanns Rose 2006, Németország	Te iubesc mult Roze, Rékas	Vinul Cavalerului Roze, Serve
15.80 ron, Selgros	8.87 ron, Selgros	17.09 ron, Selgros
Bor leiras	Bor leiras	Bor leiras
Roze de Vanju Mare, Vinarte	Wine Princess Roze, Ménes	V Transylvania Merlot Roze, Rekas
19,50 ron, Selgros	22,78 ron, Selgros	12,53 ron, Real
Bor leiras	Bor leiras	Bor leiras

Eversince Hamizan and I exchanged headgear I've been wearing it nonstop, and not because I want to cover my botakhead, but because I really like wearing this trucker cap. And Zee noticed that I'm on a 'red phase', wearing everything red, infact I have almost the exact same white/red stripe shirt from 3 different brands. Maybe it's a good phase, after I'm done with my year-long 'green phase'.

Suhana and Fadhil came to my place not too long after I woke up late in the noon. Fadhil wanted to introduce my mother to his new furniture business and Suhana had kindly exchanged some broken or chipped Tupperware pieces. My mother is so easily excited about household things. She's a huge interior decorator. It was quite cute to see her get all jumpy about upholstery. You won't believe how she converted our 3 room Hougang flat into an American country home/Victorian abode mash-up. There are more clocks in the house than there are people, and there are more roses (real ones, fake ones, pictures of them, drawings of them, fabric motif, etc etc etc) than anything else.

Watched 'Don't Mess With The Zohan' with Smalls after he declined watching Hell Boy 2, in which I wanted to see the monsters from 'Pan's Labyrinth' got hired again by the same director, Guillermo Del Toro. Altimet and I watched one part of the Resident's Evil once and he thought it was bad, but he said "At least the extras from Michael Jackson's thriller got hired again". I laugh about that til today and it's so funny it plays in my head it like a favourite line from a song. Couldn't get the 'Two & A Half Men' theme song out of my head either today and I kept singing the boy's part to myself, which even distracted me from noticing that they were already so many people in the lift when I tried to squeeze in and it buzzed a gentle but embarrassing 'Lift Full' alarm at Cineleisure. Malunya!

While Smalls had his favourite chicken rice at Tong Seng earlier, and he had chosen the steamed chicken instead of the roasted (healthy choice) but insisted to have more oily stock/sauce in a separate dish served (not a healthy addition which beats the purpose), i asked him a series of questions about National Service/life in Tekong to what I remember going through. I, myself, had just finished serving 2 days course for my annual paramedic/CPR certificate. Nothing's changed, except for maybe the pay and the shorter work-week for them Tekong boys. I asked my camp-mate Syafiq where have all the 8 years gone, he replied "Studying to be a dentist, I suppose". He is a dentist today. I suppose I have my answer too and I guess time passing by so quickly can be a blessing for dreamers.

Rozé and I had dinner at Nana Thai before buying a whopping 4 pairs of shoes. I helped choose the first 3 pairs of killer stilettos and she levelled out the sin-factor by getting at least 1 pair of flats. We chose 1 for Ainon. She had turned 18 recently (she's always been 18 to me for the past 4 years at least. Tell some childish girls to take a cue from her) and maybe she could use a pair now. Haha. At Nana Thai, we had a good meal of dry beef kway teow, mee goreng seafood and my favourite sweet & sour baby squid. There was a huge serving of parsley as garnishing on the squid dish and I picked up the whole bush and put it in my glass of ice-water. Rozé wondered what I was going to do with it. When we finished, I drank from the same glass and then started chewing on the parsley. She shrieked and screamed and covered her face at how horrible it would have tasted. I said "it helps with the breath", and she replied "There's always TicTac, Imran!!!". I thought that was so smart and funny. What was funnier was the person we talked about suddenly came over, out of nowhere, to say hi. We asked each other whether we had said the name loud enough for anybody to pick up what we were saying. She even tried repeating the name after that person's gone. It was so funny!!!

We beat the queue at the Far East taxi-stand by walking a bit to Goodwood Park Hotel and was headed towards Mosi Cafe, Haji Lane where Ainon was when I called her boyfriend, Erwan, to check for her shoesize. Rozé laughed so hard when the nearby Tex-Mex Grill was playing this 90s joint and I burst into a 'Running Man' dance. I thought she laughed because of how stupid I looked, but really, it was because I remember the dance at all. We both sang "Domo arigato Mr Roboto" by Styx in the cab out loud and then the cabdriver randomly told us he was going to the beach tomorrow.

Haji Lane was hustling and bustling and Mosi had more customers than space. I don't understand cars who are headed to some place within Haji Lane would know that it's crowded with chairs and tables spilling out of the 5-foot way cafes, and yet, they still drive in from the North Bridge Road side, causing a domino effect in people getting up to make way for them. That is so stupid. I know it's still an open road, but hello, fikir lah sikit. It's like those cars who mati-mati want to get thru the Geylang Bazaar or Bussorah Street Bazaar during Ramadhan. Them idiots!

Farid, Arsyad, Tash, Khai, Khali, and some of her girlfriends, Ainon Erwan, Rozé and I made our way to Yassin at St George Avenue after I went to check up the details of 'Aku Suka Tengok Wayang' on Facebook organised by local film activist, Wahyu Rahman and partner, Adi Yadoni. I don't think I could have survived the midnight screening of HellBoy 2 that Irfan and Intan had gone for, nor went bowling or billiard as some of the girls had suggested, so after some confusing arguments and direction giving, and about an hour of cab-waiting and walking to Tekka Mall to get onto 147, we arrived at the location. While on the bus, the girls had crowded around the sideway seats at the front and Khali who was standing nearer to the door had the driver rudely shouted 'Oi' to get her attention to move. She politely apologised and moved a bit which wasn't enough for the driver. He shouted again, presumably unhappy at how happy the girls were, giggling and speaking out loud. I thought that was so rude. Khali said "I already said sorry to you and I moved" to respond to his mumblings, and she got fed up and said "Don't make me report" which made him jerk the bus and say "What did you say? You want to report ah?" which was pretty unnecessary. I had quickly constructed a few scenarios in my head and what I would do to resolve each possible oncoming scene. It all led to one, me telling off the driver at how rude he was in asking a passenger to not obstruct the exit. It must have been so frustrating to Khali who later told us it wasn't the first time for her to encounter a rude driver, but it was the first for me as I haven't been on a bus for maybe almost 2 years now. (I'm allowed to spoil myself, of course). We got off 1 stop after the commotion and Khali shouted "Get a life!!!" during our exit, which I think didn't suffice but was good enough for her.

I got to see T:zi after so long, and he crooned about 3 of his folk songs before they screened 'Paris Je Taime' on the rooftop of Yassin Restaurant. Apparently I missed performances by Art Fazil and Yunos Erksan too . Adi suggested I sing after the movie but it got late and we all headed back after the French film. I watched it already but I never caught the lovely parts in which this time around, it made such an impact to me. The event itself reminded me of the old Literarti, minus the film part. The simple sound system setup, the carpet, the small intimate crowd, the lampu laplip (which is lampu liplap in Malaysia by the way) all made the place/event looked so cosy and gave me a fuzzy feeling. If I'm in Singapore for the next round, I'll definitely want to catch it again.

I had such an eventful Saturday even though I do have some overdue work I needed to focus on. I haven't had this kind of clean fun in such a long time. What Sani said the night before did kick some sense into me. I don't need to do certain things just to feel young and colourful. I went home from Clarke Quay yesterday night without telling a soul and the only sign that made me certain it was worth-it heeding the advice was that nobody knew I went missing or did anybody about it when they did. Mental note about some friends.

"All I want for Ramadhan is you" was the funniest thing I heard today from off watching Zohan. I don't know what colour I'll be phasing in this coming bulan puasa that I'm looking forward to. I'm sure red has done me wonders for, at least, today. I felt young and colourful being in Singapore with people I like and/or love, even when I don't get to meet them today. Hilarious SMS exchanges, giggly 5 minute phonecalls or soft whispers in the cinema did me good today. Hope Saturday was good for you too.

Roze and I met maybe 10 years ago when she first sang for one of the shows that I organized. Thought she was my Amel Larrieux. Saved her number as Roze Songbird since then. She was the girl with the flower in her hair and she got eliminated out of Idol twice. Thought that was awful. What were they thinking!! Haha.  Signed her up in my roster 2 years back, but nothing fruitful came out of it. She sang the backup for my first album, and now she's starting to pave her own. She recorded back up for DeeDee last week and I was blown away by her voice, as though I forgot that she was that good. When you see her on the streets, tell her "I think you're going to be a star one day" because I want to get as many people as possible believing in her extraordinary talent and by doing that it will make the universe conspire with my wishes for her! Wait til you hear her sing. Amazing Roze.

Dit moet een afspraak zijn geweest..

This must have been a deal...

Naja nog even eten met David bij de MC..en dat was een boel (A)..c 3menu's en een happy meal, een halfuur later kotsmisselijk en vol xD
Terug naar de rij.. waar inmiddels Jack,Gwen,Nick,Broertje Gwen en een paar neefjes van Nick er ook waren.
In de rij hadden we al in de gaten dat er behoorlijk wat kleine kinderen waren+ ouders =s Maar goed wij hadden Jack bij ons dus dat zou helemaal goed komen (H)
De rij ging toch aardig snel wsg omdat ze met terminals de kaartjes scande.
Bij zo'n ding waar ze shirts enz. verkochten was het mega druk, Nick moest perse een shirt hebben xD

De zaal nog nie helemaal vol alleen richting podium stond het vol met 9jarige kutkoters + hun ouders.. Zelfs Jeroen kon zich er ni doorheen beuken, pissige ouders (A) :P..
Maja bij het voorprogramma stonden wer ergens aan de zijkant bij het podium.. Wat een kutVP.. het waren de JonasBrothers.. naja op het mega scherm wat er hing zag je gwn dat ze mega erg aan het playblacken waren xD en het waren nog kutnummers ook...

Maja daarna een pauze van een halfuur ofzo.. Gwen had ondekt dat als je achter al die mensen achterin de zaal ging staan dat je het dan nog beter kon zien dus al snel gingen ik Gwen en haar broertje daarheen..
En idd je zag het tig x beter =D..

eindelijk begon het échte concert.. Het was best stoer gedaan.. ze hadden in het midden ook een scherm en daarop zag je met een vett programma de letters avril komen.. dat was grafisch gezien best goed in elkaar gezet..
Avril was zeg maar omhoog gekomen op zo'n plaat..

Naja ik stond dus achteraan met Gwen en haar broertje en had perfect uitzicht =D..

Het was een spetterend optreden, al moet ik zeggen dat ze wel erg veel langzame nummers speelde.. Ik wist niet wat ik van het concert kon verwachten maar vond het super! ook de dansers waren erg goed..

Ze wisselde een stuk of 3x van kleding..
Natuurlijk was de kleur Roze duidelijk aanwezig, belichting,kleding,glitter microfoon en achtergronddecor..

Daarna was er nog een afterparty, wat eerst een dode boel leek.. Ik Gwen, broertje gingen toch maar dansen =p... Het maakte nie uit hoe gek je deed,want niemand zou jou daarna meer zien (A)... Aan het eind van de AP kregen we Jack tog aan het dansen.. Tsja en toen was het tog egt helemaal afgelopen.. Toch maar een soort van vlag gekocht als aandenken..

Met de bus naar huis, naja had de laatste tram gemist dus eerst nog even in P60 op de bus zitten wachten..

Volgende dag moest ik alweer om 7uur me bed uit om te werken..

Flashback: voor mijn verjaardag verkleedden de 7 andere Mädels zich in Mega Mindy's en zongen ze een gepersonaliseerde versie van "Mega Maaike Tijd" in. Bij een cd-release hoort natuurlijk ook een fotoshoot (en een clipje), en Ine had het lumineuze idee een van de foto's in te sturen voor de "I love Pink"-wedstrijd op de Flair-site. Resultaat: een mooie tweede plaats en een Bongo verwenarrangement voor ons Ine! Geniet ervan - en lezers, geniet van de foto ^^!

Berichtje van Dennis over de kleur roze: "De buitenschoolse opvang is veel te veel een meidenplek in meidenkleuren met meidenspullen. Jongens moeten vaak uren doorbrengen in een roze ruimte waar je vooral niet te veel mag bewegen. Jongens hebben nu heel vaak het gevoel dat ze op de slaapkamer van hun zusje moeten zitten als ze op de bso zijn"

Dennis is een van de erg weinige mannelijke werkers in de kinderopvang en zelf vader. En Superheld (zie hieronder). Hij schreef een aantal mooie weblogs over zijn ervaringen op de kinderopvang. Over de slechte informatievoorziening aan gescheiden ouders daar, de werkomstandigheden specifiek voor mannen en de magere visie op jongens in de opvang. De moeite waard om te lezen.

deze weblog ( en andere; zie rechts) van Dennis.