Chocante

Isto ja nao e noticia, tenho a certeza, mas so agora e que vi o video do que aconteceu numa universidade no Brasil.

Quem e que expulsa uma aluna por um comportamento animal em massa perpetrado pelos colegas? Alguem animal, so pode ser :(

Eu levava a universidade a tribunal. Se bem que o advogado da universidade em questao disse qualquer coisa do genero como "ela gosta de provocar os homens. O problema nao sao as roupas mas a forma como ela actua, fala, cruza as pernas e anda". Se este idiota e um representante da justica no Brasil (o que nao e nem pode ser, como e obvio! espero...) entao ela, e todas as mulheres, estao lixadas. Lixadinhas de todo.

Happiness is nr 767%%&*&7%^444

1. Kaya toast (i bought a jar to take back to London so some of you finally understand what i am talking about!) and ice blended coffee (which doesn't drive the few braincells i have left to exhaustion)
2. I'm typing from the coffee place next to the husband's work. Just waiting for him to finish so we can try this 'all you can eat' sushi place
3. I met a fellow SLT, friend of a very good SLT friend. Degrees of separation work wonders and are one of the main reasons why i am so happy to be a globetrotter :)
   
4. I found a job! Working with a wider age range (0 to high school age) from language, to oro-motor and complex needs. Me: Very, very happy indeed!
5. Oh! And i bought gorgeous black leather shoes from Guess for the BIL's wedding :) I can't wait to pair them with the fabulous BCBG Max Azria dress Xuxi has bought me (THANK YOU!!!)!

Today, the photo is:

Malacca, Malaysia, November 2009.

Today, my iTune is:

Levellers: What a beautiful day

Reasons to love Singapore nr *76%%$£$554£2$

Green tea swiss roll and muffin, Singapore, November 2009.

Mentioned here before, Breadtalk is one of the many shops that sell amazing cakes at very affordable prices. In fact, Singapore is full of fantastic cafés where people can sit down, enjoy a nice drink with a bite, spend time with their loved ones or just simply enjoy an afternoon with a book, newspaper or their laptop. No hurries, nobody looking at you sideways. These places are often incredibly stylish, with ambiance music and attentive staff.

I simply love it! My long (and longed for) lost affair with nice mornings/ afternoons spent relaxing in a nice coffee shop is getting closer and closer :)

P.s. If you let their webpage load you'll see another cake called 'Japan light cheesecake'. It's divine (and almost finished)!

Today, the photo is:

Inspired bathrooms at random bus terminals in Singapore, November 2009.

Today, my iTune is:

Beatles: Anna (go to him)

While Mr Noah is still keeping the check in open

This is one of the reasons to love Singapore.

These shoes (the website does not let me upload the pixie) would look fab with the dress, right? I am trying to find enough good excuses to actually buy it (well, them)!

Today, the photos are:

This post could always be started with:

Oh Portugal, what happened between this

and having a debt of $39,040.35 per capita (external, and increasing as we speak)?

But no, lets not go down the imperialistic route as the consequences can be dire and unpleasant. Instead lets concentrate on Malacca

the third smallest Malaysian state, after Perlis and Penang. It is located in the southern region of the Malay Peninsula, on the Straits of Malacca. It borders Negeri Sembilan to the north and the state of Johor to the south. The capital is Malacca Town. This historical city centre has been listed as a UNESCO World Heritage Site since 7 July 2008.

It wasn't an easy start, it was a rainy one. Cats and dogs. Pissing down, effectively. Which makes the Brits a bunch of wusses for continuously complaining about the insipid rain they have in that island of theirs.

Between being, literally, wet to the pants (yes, those are my cute blue Miss Selfridge's pants hanging on the front seat) and freezing cold from the aircon (check how many layers i have in the last pixie on the right), we got to Malacca in time to check in, watch Malaysian TV (the commercials are hilarious and they have a teen programme called 'quickie'!) and old american series, and crash down.

Fortunately, the monsoon rain in Malacca is less dramatic than in Singapore and it only rained for 10 minutes. Mind you, 10 minutes where you could not see what was in front of you, end of the world type of thing when you could probably say you waved hello to Mr Noah (In fact, i'm waving him hello in singapore as i type this).

Malacca is a pleasant little place, with lovely Nyonya houses and food and a mix of cultures. Great for a day out and easily seen in a couple of days.

I liked the Portuguese influences more than the Dutch but then i might not be entirely unbiased. Or maybe not terribly impressed by plain red buildings and mills. However, there is very little left of either. It's by far a much more Peranakan place than it is European.

It's a funny feeling meeting someone who looks clearly Malay but who tells you they are "Portuguese too" and proceed to tell you their 15th century spelt surnames :) Kristang is still spoken here and their neighbourhood looks decisively different from the rest of Malacca.






And that's all folks! Sorry for the quickie (the irony :) ) but i'll go and explore which species are left after the downpour. I'll leave you with the beauty that is globalisation. Enjoy!

Today, my iTune is:

Goran Bregovic: Jeremija

Em contagem decrescente

Quero, vreau, i want. A lot. A real big lot.

The antonym, maybe?

I can't quite believe that 21 years have passed before i watched The Unbearable Lightness of Being, filmed in beautiful Prague with the amazing Juliette Binoche and Daniel Day Lewis.

Knock knock who's there

Sometimes i don't recognise myself amongst the confusion that is my life at the moment. In fact, i didn't even realise it was confused until someone pointed out i have been 'wired' for some time now. Maybe i haven't realised it yet, i don't know.

What i really wanted to say though, is that i lost it with amazon again. Apparently i have been charged for something a number of people have guaranteed i would not be charged for. I don't appreciate being told i am a liar when i have most definitely not been one and i have no respect for people who can't admit their own mistakes or shortcomings.

For all that matters, as far as this grand mature step in one's life towards recognising what you like and don't like goes, i can safely say i can put up with ignorant people but what i cannot put up with is dumb stupid people. I can attempt to reason with the former but have no patience towards the latter.

I can also safely say that i feel guilty after i blurt out stuff like "which bit of this english sentence can you not understand", even though i like to tell myself i was 'pushed' to the brink of rage after days and hours on the phone with people who are not doing their job properly. However, 'pushed' or not i still blur the line between being assertive, direct and a 'no minced words' type of person and a person who is patronising, insulting even.

Nonetheless, is this really only about amazon? When so much is out of my control nowadays, or at least it feels like it is, i wonder if this is just me trying to grab whatever bit of reins i have left, or that i feel i am entitled to have. Thus becoming an über control freak, i.e. à beira de um ataque de nervos, for lack of a better expression!

I feel like i am at lightspeed. Every single thing is too fast and too heavy and i don't know how to stop them, myself.

Today, my iTune is ([very] revisited)*:

Alice In Chains: Love, Hate, Love

Goodness, my heart aches when i listen to this :(

* or, simply, the story of how one teenage girl fell in love with a 'voice'. Forever.

Today, the photo is:

Prague, August 2009.

Um parto demorado

Mas o branquinho ja ca canta :) (quanto aos acentos isto logo se aprende!)

And i couldn't make this up even if i wanted

But www.okobe.co.uk gave me a call just now to follow up on a package that should have been delived on Saturday but wasn't and that they then agreed to deliver at my workplace tomorrow (It was actually delivered at home today and stayed with the shop owner downstairs). The guy apologised and garanteed me he was going to follow up the confusion with the delivery company! I told him to chill but he said he was going to anyway :)

I feel better already for the mere fact that i don't want to kill all customer services people.

Just right now

I could kill the entire customer service team at Amazon. A very slow and painful death. Especially the one who kept on repeating "i understand that 'mam. I'm so sorry 'mam but i can't garantee you that 'man. The standard waiting time for them to contact you is between 24 to 48hrs 'mam". I told her to stop repeating herself and no, i don't feel guilty.

I don't want the bloody pc anymore :(

:(

O branquinho está on hold e eu estou a odiar a amazon com uma força colossal.

But the good thing to break all estupid laws

Is to think about travels.

I had a look at the 1,000 Places to See Before You Die book and according to Patricia Schultz i have one last thing to do in Singapore: to travel in The Eastern & Oriental Express.

At these prices: a) State Cabin: £1740 and b) Presidential Suite: £2450, is there anyone who loves me enough to create a petition? It would definitely contribute towards my (better) mental health.

Musings nr 8*6$^&*8(97^%567

I'm sure there must be a known law which is preventing me from getting the right earphone plug every time i try to untangle the mesh of wires. Seriously, if i shake the two wires around and pick one with my right hand i'll always get the left earphone! Am i missing something here or is this just Murphy's?!

Then there's the thing about a bad thing coming in threes. The aerial stopped working yesterday which means that i can no longer watch the X factor live (bugger all!!!). Then the washing machine sort of broke down as there was something in the pipes (the handy Australian flatmate fixed the pipes so lets see if the washing machine can still cough up some more). Finally, my amazon account was closed down because the almighty nanny tendencies kicked in with thoughts of phishing. I don't care that it costs them less to simply close the accounts due to the fear that people haven't place an order rather than to actually call people to confirm if they have. The inconvenience is mine, thank you, so i don't appreciate emails that apologise for the obvious :( A new account is up and running though i had to use an email i rarely look at because my main email is now blocked. Idiots!

Actually, update the saying. It now goes 'bad things come in 3 or more' because the package i was expecting yesterday didn't arrive despite the customer service telling me that 'contact was made'. Grrrrrrrr!

Today, the photo is:

Portugal, March 2008.

Today, my iTune is (revisited):

Pearl Jam: Black

Who says perfection is a myth?

E o que é que uma mulher resolvida, geeky e com hormonas aos pulos faz?

Ela compra.

Branquinho, mesmo pequenino (10.1 Inch) e perfeito para o tipo de trabalho que antecipo ter em Singapura. O Mac tem de esperar até o amarelinho se reformar :)

Today, the photo is:

Prague, August 2009.

Today, my iTune is:

Blind Melon: Car Seat (God's Presents)

6

111111 = 6
IIIIII = 6
****** = 6
2+2+2 = 6
2*3 = 6

6 days.

Mesmo por aí

E por acolá. Hoje só queria mesmo ser um rasto de estrela num canto qualquer, com um bom livro, um portátil e a minha máquina fotográfica. Sem mais nada nem ninguém. Sem ser terapeuta, neurótica, controlada, preocupada, desligada, amiga, mulher, filha. Só eu porque parece que me perdi.

Today, the photo is:

Marrakesh, Morocco, May 2009.

Today, my iTune is:

Loreena McKennitt: Dante's Prayer

A janela do quarto

Fechou-se. Estava aberta desde o princípio do ano. Vesti o casaco de inverno e as botas já percorreram quilómetros. Os dedos já gelam no teclado e ontem dormi com o casaco que uso por casa, por cima do pijama.

Este ano vou teimar. Vou tentar sair daqui sem ligar o aquecimento este inverno. Não pode ser assim tão difícil, não é? Ou...?

Today, the photo is:

Prague, August 2009.

Today, my iTune is (revisited):

Alice In Chains: Them Bones