More pictures will be coming up!

Medverkande:
S.T.A.T UF
(Henrik Giver, Nick Larsson & Michael Simby)
Börje Ekholm, VD Investor
Ebba von Sydow, Veckorevyn.com
Stefan Edberg, Tennislegend
Ingvar Kamprad, IKEA
Signhild Arnegård Hansen, Svenska Lantchips AB
Gunilla Bergström, Författare
Nassos Ikonomou, Café Creme
Anna Andelius, Beware of the Boo
Kasper Lindgren, Beware of the Boo
Michael Treschow, Ericsson/Unilever
Maud Olofsson, Näringsminister (c)
Kristine Kasperssen, TV-profil

Det är ganska chockerande hur dåliga vissa förslag är, starta ett äldreboende? Uppfinna en mikrofon med laddare som passar damer med klänning?

En idé jag personligen kom fram till var att importera något från länder där valutan är fördelaktig - T.ex USA, eller kanske Asien.  Vad gäller produkt så har jag än så länge ingen slutgiltig idé, men det skulle vara något jag känner mig väl bekant med. Elektronik, möjligen mp3 spelare, jag ska göra research vad gäller detta och se vad som är fördelaktigt och vad som ger mest ROI.

Har tänkt att göra detta som något av ett mål för mig personligen - Tjäna tio tusen utan att ta ett arbete "på pappret"
Vad skulle du göra om du var jag?

Content;
- Sunday's chores
- Weird Dream
- KHR chapter 205
+ "Sunday's chores"

Now I finally understand why certain people both irl and in show looks forward to sunday. I've been working entire week (and so will I for the coming week too), and sunday is the day off! I can finally stay awake longer and slept longer in the afternoon! xD A whole day to waste, a whole day to do all the stuff you didn't had time or feel like doing when you get home late =3

So what am I gonna do today?
[ ] Cleaning desktop - Random icons are filling half of my screaan and poor my wallpaper TTATT

[ ] Uninstall softwares - I've bunch of softwares that I downloaded/installed but never use them Dx Now that my laptop is starting to run slow, I think I better limit what I have in my harddisk.

[ ] Clean files content - Lots of random stuff I never look at. I wonder what I should do with all that pictures O_o Both picture I stole from net and pictures I took with my camera...

[ ] House chores - Mum left me stuff to do ._.

[ ] Rip songs from Altor - The BGMs are beautiful, but the circle itself won't let the OST be public. So I have no choice =/ Don't worry "Mysie"! I won't share them on my blog either xD I respect you with all my heart's content. It's just kinda sad that I can't listen to it unless I run the Altor client, and I'm not always by the computer ya know =P

[ ] Translate 5927 ending of Altor for Kanda - Not THAT Kanda xD But Kanda from HQ forum =P

+ "Weird Dream"

Is it weird? I don't know. Kinda mix of weird, scary and excitement? xD Well I find the excitment AFTER I woke up =P

I dreamed about myself sleeping on my usual bed, dreaming about something horrible. How to say this... I dream about myself whom is dreaming about horrible stuff xD

So let's say... In my dream, I see myself dreaming about nothing but pitch black dimension. I see myself laying on the bed, trying to reach out for mum in sleep. Thus it's hard to actually move 'irl' (in the dream). I see myself mumbling words that resemble "Mum" and wish she could wake me up from the horrible dream. I remember myself couldn't breathe at all, but surprisingly I'm still alive! xD

It doesn't sound as cool as it was when I write it here =/ It's just that.. I can feel myself in the dream how I try my best to reach out and shout for mum to wake me up. But that never happen. In the end, in my dream, some guy in black suit woke me up. I must've read too much KHR xD Since I kinda sees them as mafia o.o

Rest of the dream is kinda weird, okay? The guys promised to protect me, and the next scenery is me in a huge empty mansion being lonely. I got two bodyguards behind me, but they don't talk at all. Like professional bodyguards, they just follow you >_>

Then my alarm went on =P Time for work~

+ "KHR chapter 205"

I don't really know if I should start this. I meant... I've always been posting about stuff whenever there's new chapter of DGM, FMA and Ouran. So now I'm adding KHR into my list?

I don't want people to think I'm all over KHR now and DGM fandom ish fading, no D: So don't think that way, okay?

Anyway, the title was actually meant for this part; KHR chapter 205. Yeah the plot is going on, actions and all. It's excited how it would turn out!! xD And this chapter, we see adult Hibari Kyouya fighting. Interesting guy I did say. xD I wonder, if he's really enjoying being hurt, and even if death is infront of his eye, he still remains calm and though that he wins although he's the one on the down side? I don't think he really did expect to change position with the young himself. So what is that he got in mind? x[]x

Young Hibari came to the scenery. Now all the guardians are in the future. However... Can Hibari win at all although he did has the vongola (I always mix up Vongola and Vongolia.. Which is the right one?) ring, everything is still new to him O_o Even Gokudera and Yamamoto needed time to fully understand the fighting style in the future. And I expect the enemy won't waste time talking to the young Hibari but hurry finishing him off?

Mweh.. I don't wanna go all discuss-mode on KHR. So I will leave it to the next chapter. But again, Hibari looked cool xD I don't wanna admit it, but I think I like him for his look D:

However, I'm a bit sad that someone claimed me to like both Kanda and Lavi only for their looks! TT___TT That hurts!! I love Kanda's cold personality. I love how him acting all "I don't care" but inside, things do bother him! His way of being anti-social is fun too! xD

I say.. It's hard to describe exactly WHY I like Kanda (and maybe Lavi too). But one thing is sure, I didn't liked them only based on their looks! That's insulting for me! D< Sometimes, love cannot be describe, so don't put me down on THAT level! D<

Black beans masala is a frequent item in my menu as are nutritious and delicious. They are a rich source of proteins, fiber, antioxidants, iron while being low in fat – like other legumes of its family. And not to mention, they are quite filling :) … But from what I read on the Internet, black beans also have omega 3 fatty acids.

We like using black beans in salads, chats etc – as well as this one where I add them to the tomato-onion gravy.

You can also use other beans instead – such as rajma, whole moong beans, black-eyed beans, chickpeas (kabuli chana), or black chickpeas (kale chane). Will post pics of them whenever I make them. Click here for the black beans masala recipe.

Kanda Damrongchainarong uses these techniques to monitor the health of animal populations in Khao Yai. PeunPa’s Conservation Project Field Coordinator, Kanda has been monitoring wildlife in the park for 4 years and speaks passionately about the animals she works to protect.

This Sun Bear, identified by the pale patch of fur on its chest, was captured on film in the early morning using a camera trap. Photographers would be unlikely to get this close to any of Khao Yai's wild animals.

Usually set along identified animal thoroughfares in the forest; camera traps use an infra-red sensor to detect movement, triggering a flash camera. Despite being enclosed inside a protective case, they can be damaged by bad weather, inquisitive ants and larger animals, such as bears and elephants.

Kanda says that cameras recovered intact often tell interesting stories over several nights in the forest, recording the nocturnal movements of animals and poachers alike.

Ok now to D.Gray Man! 160 ch from the manga! was sooo funny! (Hope not to ruin somebody's joy because this is kind of a spoiler, so don't read if you don't want to)

Allen get bitten by the nurse! XD and everyone get some kind of zombie-vampire like trying to chase and bit everyone who is not infected! XD And Lenalle still with her MEOW XD hilarious! Poor Miranda T_T and all thanks to... well you know: Komui! XD Why i am not so surprised? o..ó Anyway i just wanted to talk about it! was sooo funny! x3 and here i'll share with you one of my fav pic of the ch! X3

Plusieurs d'entre-vous l'ignorent, mais mon teint basané me vient d'un étrange mélange entre un Bleuet et un Kongo (à ne pas confondre avec le nom du pays, tiré du nom de cette Nation avant la colonisation Européenne). Ça donne à peu près ce genre de mélange.
Mais, vu ma naissance en terre Québécoise et une impossibilité chronique de me rendre au Zaïre/République Démocratique du Congo (faute de cash ou parce que ça n'y est pas toujours rose), et parce que mon père a tenu à nous laisser désirer nous-même la découverte de sa culture, je me suis développé en tant que Québécois dans le plus pur sens du terme.

Priorisant mon côté "de souche", n'apprenant même pas la langue maternelle de mon père, il m'aura fallu près d'une trentaine d'années à vraiment m'intéresser à cette autre culture. C'est ainsi que, à force de tirer les vers du nez de mon père, j'ai appris l'histoire de ma "nouvelle" ethnie, et, de livre en livre, de discussion en discussion, je découvre une Afrique loin de l'image que je m'en étais faite, image bien sûr véhiculée par une culture dominante dont je tairai le nom.

En découvrant, à travers les écrits d'un détenteur de la tradition orale (je sais, c'est un peu paradoxal mais pour communiquer en occident c'est indispensable), j'ai fini par en apprendre plus que je n'osais l'espérer. Il n'existe à toute fin pratique que très peu de livres d'histoire concernant l'Afrique précoloniale. Comme partout où les Européens sont passés, d'ailleurs. J'avoue que ce serait choquant d'apprendre que des sociétés plus civilisées que la nôtre aient pu être réduites en bouillie non pas parce qu'elle étaient sauvages, mais parce que l'Europe possédait un avantage que le plus débile des humains pouvait manier : l'arme à feu.

Suite à une question de Renart et une discussion sur Branchez-vous, concernant la perception du crime chez les Kongo, j'ai repris ce vieux draft et je le poursuis simplement en partageant quelques proverbes Kongo avec vous, question que vous compreniez mieux sur quelles valeurs pouvaient s'orienter ceux qu'on a décrit comme des sauvages et que l'on a souvent tendance à dénigrer pour leur incapacité à s'adapter au monde moderne.

Pourtant, ce sont eux qui dorment sur un trésor de ressources naturelles précieuses (et en quantité phénoménale). L'Afrique est le continent le plus riches en matières précieuses; logiquement, ils devraient être les plus riches d'entre nous. Pourtant, ce n'est pas le cas. On les accuse même d'avoir de la difficulté à s'adapter au monde moderne. Risible et pathétique, car le monde moderne a toutes les qualités de la pire des maladies. Celui-ci soumet, endort, exploite, empoisonne et tue sans cesse, au point où la survie de l'espèce humaine en est menacée.

Les Kongo sont reconnus dans l'histoire Africaine pour avoir été parmi les rares à se soumettre automatiquement et à se convertir à la religion catholique, car ils auraient eu longtemps auparavant la visite d'un homme correspondant en tout point au Christ. En présence d'Européens, les Kongo devinrent les plus pieux des Chrétiens. Ils savaient qu'ils ne pourraient résister au bâton qui crache le feu. Mais ils savaient aussi que les sauvages du Nord ne découvriraient jamais qu'ils continuaient de pratiquer les anciens rituels, adaptés au monde occidental. La tradition mystique de ce peuple put se poursuivre jusqu'à ce jour.

Le vaudou est un bel exemple de la résistance Kongo. Il combine foi et magie africaines et foi et rites catholiques en une seule spiritualité dont les effets sont parfois spectaculaires. Il s'est adapté chez les esclaves Africains dont on retrouve sans l'ombre d'un doute les descendants en Amérique Latine (Palo Mayombe), mais surtout parmi les Haïtiens. D'où ma profonde affection envers ces derniers.

À titre d'exemple, voici ce qu'on appelle une poupée vaudou.

Voici maintenant l'ancêtre de la dite poupée. Le Nkisi Nkondi, ou fétiche à clous. Contrairement à ce qu'on peut croire, les clous ne servent pas à punir une personne symbolisée par le fétiche, mais bien à sceller des contrats en tout genre, ou a faire des demandes aux esprits des ancêtres et de la nature en présence du Nganga, sorcier, qui "sacralise" le fétiche, lui donnant son pouvoir. Chaque clou correspond à une demande ou une "signature contractuelle". La langue sortie signifie qu'en plantant un clou, on prend acte des conséquences possible de nos demandes, ou d'un bris de contrat. Le fétiche devient alors un exécuteur pouvant parfois "punir" ceux qui en mésusent.

Ce fétiche mesure environ 5 pieds (il en existe très peu de cette taille, la plupart mesurant moins de 2 pieds). C'est un fétiche qui a servi à tout un village. Je crois que vous voyez tout de suite ce que j'entends par ancêtre du Vaudou.

Pour en revenir à la sagesse Kongo, celle-ci est exprimée par un ensemble de proverbes, que l'on pourrait comparer à notre code civil plus notre code criminel. Certes, la sagesse de la Nation Kongo représente plus que de simples proverbes, mais je crois que ceux-ci méritent notre attention en ces temps troublés.

Alors en voici quelques uns :

La communauté masse ses membres.(La communauté résout ses problèmes elle-même)

La communauté existait avant toi. (On accepte sa communauté telle qu'elle est, non pas comme un voudrait qu'elle soit)

Celui qui connait sa communauté connait Dieu. (Dieu n'est visible qu'à travers notre relation avec l'autre.)

Dans la communauté, tous ont le droit d'enseigner et d'apprendre. (L'éducation est matière de réciprocité. La véritable connaissance est acquise par le partage.)

Les dirigeants se meuvent et agissent au travers des masses. (Un véritable dirigeant se fond dans la foule. Le dirigeant qui se place au-dessus de son peuple est une marionnette).

Si tu me donnes une bèche, ne me dis pas où ni comment l'utiliser. (Ne freine pas mon champs d'activités ou mon développement personnel en prétendant m'assister.)

Quand le leadership de la communauté perd la raison, la communauté est opprimée.

Si tu maudis ta communauté, tu te maudis toi-même.

Le poison dans la communauté est le symptôme de sa perte. (ex : la présence massive d'armes mortelles au sein d'une communauté est non seulement le symbole de la désorganisation de la société qui les possède, mais aussi un symptome de sa destruction imminente.)

Et pour vous mesdames :

Aussi longtemps qu'il y aura la femme, la communauté ne peut être annihilée. (La présence de femmes dans une communauté est le symbole de la perpétuation de la vie dans cette communautée, et au contraire, son absence annonce la fin. Le féminin est la Vie, en et autour de nous.)

Je reviendrai éventuellement sur ce concept de communauté qui, comme vous le voyez, est indissociable de la Nation Kongo. La communauté se dit : Kânda, en Kikongo. Canada signifie « amas de cabanes » dans la langue Iroquoienne de l'époque de Jacques Cartier.

Le monde est probablement beaucoup plus petit qu'on ne le pense. Et ça me rassure.

Crevé je suis, nouveau job, beaucoup de choses à apprendre et plein de nouveaux noms à retenir et de gens à découvrir. Le paradis! Je vous dis, après 6 semaines sans travailler, je suis aux anges.

You can customize and add ingredients to your taste such as peanuts, peas, or coconut. Any of these ingredients goes well and adds its unique taste to the dish. Click here for the recipe.

 

'D. Gray Man' by Katsura Hoshino
"Solitary" by Ryuuzaki Kusakurin

DISCLAIMER: D. Gray Man does not belong to me, but I can at least pretend every now and then, right?

Warnings: None
Characters: Yu Kanda
Theme Songs: Innocent Sorrow [Abingdon Boys School], Other World [Nobuo Uematsu]
Pairings: None
Story Word Count: 458

This drabble-ish thing will be posted on mediaminer.org, so if you want, you can always go read it there; I dunno why you would if you're already here though.

Author's Note: Ouch. I've been doing a lot of drabbles lately. For the record, I do have a forty-page fic I'm working on...

Dedicated to my friend Kitsune for hating Kanda. *sticks tongue out* He's mine!

Down, down, down into the blackness he plunged. The depths were cool and strangely inviting, as if a mother's arms were beckoning to her wayward children that had long since run off. Surrounded by the dark atmosphere, it wasn't hard to forget that there was a war raging still - the peaceful cavern was his private refuge, and his only place to find solace. As of late, he had felt his days drawing closer and closer to the end - the lotus flower he was forever forced to treasure only had three more petals now, but it was not entirely his fault, despite what he would think.

He could have blamed the akuma, or the Millennium Earl, or even the Black Order for enlisting him in a war that no one wanted to fight, but instead he blamed himself, based on shortcomings that were mostly in his head, or things that had happened that weren't his fault at all. He would never believe that, though.

He blamed himself for not being stronger, and even as his blade whistled through the air and his blindfolded eyes sought out a target only his mind could see, he cursed his own existence. He was pitiful to his own eyes, it seemed - something that he would never forgive.

He was always a second too late, a hair's breadth too weak, or a centimetre too far away. Always he was usually praised with empty words for an imaginary prowess - he wished that all his comrades would reward him with just a few moments of silence; that was all he would ever ask for, mostly in regards to Komui, Lavi - whom he held a grudging respect for, and the moyashi, Allen; the boy of the prophecy, the destroyer of time itself. All three had a way of bothering his very soul, especially the latter two; if they said that they would do something, they did it without fail, regardless of the odds stacked against them. The strength he felt he lacked lay in those two's abilities to trust and be trusted by others...

Oh, he hated it. The way others looked at them was always with some degree of respect, however grudging, was almost something worth mentioning in and of itself. He didn't care, he tried to tell himself, but the fact that he had noticed at all was testimony to the opposite.

Perhaps what he did lack could be made up for with friendship, but in the small time he had left to live, he would live it the same way he always had - alone.

Drawing Mugen once again, Kanda leapt off of his foothold, ready to face the next opponent, whether in his mind or in his soul.

This is my first entry to the Jihva for Ingredients (JFI) event - started by Indira. This month's ingredient is Onion - so here's my recipe - Onion Paratha ....

Click here to view the entire recipe.

Ines Uusman, 1996, IT-ansvarig minister

My lips are made 2 KISS U..

My eyes are made 2 see U..

My hands are made 2 HOLD U..

Every part of me wants U..

Maybe coz I was MADE JUST 4 U...

MISS U ALOT..              ( 11:08:57 @ 25/09/2007 )

Ayg.. mlm kul 9 m'sia time call abg..rindu        ( 17:05:15 @ 21/09/2007 )

Aku mau mendampingi dirimu..  Aku mau cintai kekuranganmu..

Selalu bersedia bahagiakanmu.

Apa pun terjadi, kujanjikan aku tetap ada utk mu..

Luv u n miss u ayg..                 ( 10:16:23 @ 21/09/2007 )

Slm syg buat naz                      ( 08:44:32 @ 21/09/2007 )

A raindrop may look 2 small 2 eyes but somewhere a thirsty flower awaits its fall.

A small sms may seem 2 small 2 u but somewhere a heart remembers u.

That's 'ME'.                        ( 22:57:04 @ 18/09/2007 )

more cute when u smile!!! & u r so sweet when u reply     ( 10:15:03 @ 02/10/2007 )

Ayg..thks krna faham semuanya, akan berubah on 1 january   ( 18:29:50 @ 01/10/2007 )

Ayg.. i am here to share susah senang            ( 18:21:07 @ 01/10/2007 )

Good loving ain't easy 2 find..Like ayg.. Thanks God I found U..

May God bless..

Sent with a loving kiss.. Keep in touch..               ( 21:57:45 @ 29/09/2007 )

Nite is Silent.. Nite is Beautiful.. Nite is calm.. Nite is Quiet..

But nIte..is not complete without a Wish to U syg..

Gud nite Ayg.. maaf amat bz sbb big bos mai..             ( 23:13:51 @ 28/09/2007 )

Terasa money pressure ke..cinta ngan abg.. just sabar jap.. the day abg bantu ayg will come               ( 12:41:20 @ 25/09/2007 )

lagi pun tak berapa hari lagi dah nak balik..

luv ayg..bye                                                   ( 17:10:00 @ 16/10/2007 )

I'm ok... we talk later                                   ( 14:02:55 @ 15/10/2007 )

Kanda ok syg                                                 ( 09:30:42 @ 21/09/2007 )

Syg.. 1 of our copter was shot at.. tak kena tapi.. nampak akan ada problem.. x call now sbb fon abg akan bz.. nanti abg call            (22:34:37 @ 19/09/2007 )

Kerana itu kanda ingatkan ayg jangan lupa Allah              ( 03;48:50 @ 06/10/2007 )

Erm siapakah dia? Abg? Oh..TIDAK!!!

Pasti bukan abg sbb..

Abg rindu ayg lebih dari itu...

I MISS U..                        ( 06:03:32 @ 06/10/2007 )

Tekan bwh jika RINDU....

so RINDU la nie?

Oh..Terharunya!

STOP!->

Masih tekan lagi?

Wah betul RINDULAH ni!

Eh tekan lagi?

OKlah...I MISS U...                     ( 14:16:50 @ 05/10/2007 )

Basket is raga.. Wood is kayu..

Bila i terjaga terus ingat u!

This kulit kerang...  Wood is kayu..

I cakap terus terang..

I miss giler kat u!!!

abang sentiasa RINDU ayg..                         ( 00;40:09 @ 04/10/2007 )