Monday, March 20, 2017

The New Internet Age is Here to Stay

If there's one thing everyone hates, including my 'otherwise quite calm second child', is slow internet. For some reason, we were experiencing too many bouts of such incidences a week ago. For me, the internet is largely used for work, social media, streaming of shows and stalking people on social media. So, if the internet gets slow, I stalk less people and read a book or the newspaper.

For modern folks, especially people my kids' age, there is no alternative to the internet. Well...hardly.

They talk on the internet.
They play games on the internet.
They watch on the internet.
They read on the internet.
They socialize on the internet.
They learn on the internet.
They get homework on the internet.
They get their assignments done on Google Drive, really!

The internet is everything to them. To many of us as well but, as mentioned, we older people have an alternative because we lived half our lives without the internet.

We still suffer, nonetheless, but much less. We turn to something else like a magazine (remember, Readers' Digest and the physical form of National Geographic? Man, I could read them over and over again - especially the word guessing games and joke contributions by readers) or a book (remember Mills and Boons? Ahem. Do they still exist?)

There was a time when traditional print people were worried that electronic versions of themselves would spell the word oblivion for them. eBooks would replace books, magazines will be a historical fact, newspapers will became a thing of the past. And yet, they are still here today. Imagine that. In fact, books are even more treasured now than before! It's like they survived a coup or something of that sort.

Frankly speaking, there's nothing like the sweet, pungent smell of a new book. There's nothing more beautiful that they sight of a well-stocked library. Well, maybe the bookstore.

Here's hoping for a better week of internet access.


XOXO,
Marsha

Monday, March 6, 2017

Stand in the Light - Jordan Smith

Today, I just want to share something with you, it's Monday and I think we need to be reminded of the fact that sometimes, we just need to be who we are. The toughest critics on the planet are not your parents, not your sister or brother, not your best-friend and God forbid, let it not be your boss or colleagues.

The toughest critic in your life is YOU. The voice of doubt, that uncertainty and that crippling anxiety. If you've not experienced this, WOW, you're an amazing person and keep at it. But for the rest of us, we've probably felt this at least once (come on, admit it) in our lives. Even when the people around us cheer us on and tell us that we've got this, that bloody voice in our heads keeps yapping away.

You're gonna SUUUUUCCCKKKKKK!!!! You're going to trip and fall on your face. Look at them, they're smiling but inside, deep inside, they're praying to God that this will be the end of you. Trust me. Look at that smile, it's a smirk, I tell you. IT'S A SMIRK! SMIRKKKKK! You can't even move now, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

As a person who calls the stage, any stage, her second home, I hate to admit it but I've been crippled on stage before. Not when I was younger because that was when I LIVED for the stage. But towards the middle of life, there was a period of time that I couldn't even make a speech. A speech, not sing. A speech. It will go to my grave with me, that moment, and the regret and disappointment that I caused because of it. I never really explained why I couldn't make that speech, even when I was desperately begged to do it, I just couldn't. Crippled because of the stage and a microphone. Me??????!!!!! That was when I knew something was wrong. The doubts got the better of me.

I've recovered from that but I want to share with everyone who is willing to read this that as soon as you feel THAT crippled, MAKE that mistake. Take the risk, show doubt the middle finger and shake your way through that presentation, so be it. You will be one step closer to shutting the door on that damn voice. Because that damn voice has no place in your head.

*** *** ***

Stand in the light and be seen as we are

Didn't I tell you I hear what you say
Never look back as you're walking away
Carry the music the memories
And keep them inside you
Laugh every day
Don't stop those tears from falling down

This is who I am inside
This is who I am I'm not gonna hide
Cause the greatest risk we'll ever take
Is by far to stand in the light
And be seen as we are
Stand in the light and be seen as we are

With courage and kindness
Hold on to your faith
You get what you give
And it's never too late
To reach for the branch
And climb up leaving sadness behind you
Fight hard for love
We can never give enough

This is who I am inside
This is who I am I'm not gonna hide
Cause the greatest risk we'll ever take is by far
To stand in the light and be seen as we are
Stand in the light and be seen as we are

Riding the storms that
Come raging toward us we dive
Holding our breath
As we break through the surface
With arms open wide
With arms open wide

This is who I am inside
This is who I am I'm not gonna hide
Cause the greatest risk we'll ever take is by far
To stand in the light and be seen as we are
Stand in the light and be seen as we are

Cause the greatest risk we'll ever take is by far
To stand in the light and be seen as we are
So stand in the light and be seen as we are

To stand in the light and be seen as we are



Lots of Love this Monday, people,
XOXO,
Marsha

Monday, February 27, 2017

It's Monday and everyone's a little down in the dumps, no matter how you hard you try to resist, if you've had a great weekend, the rearing of Monday's big, ugly, unwelcome head is bound to get to a nerve or two. Don't deny it although I know coffee is taking a little bit of the edge off. =)

Anyway, been cleaning out a whole lot of stuff in the house. When you've been living on your own for more than 10 years and you have kids, it is a given that you might have collected more formerly-'I need this!!!' stuff over the years than you care to admit. I tend to be quite a hogger too, I mean, who knows when you might need that extra iron and broken water filter, right??!!

A Twitter friend also reminded me about not taking brochures because they are handed out for free. I have this habit too. Who knows???!! You might find a big deal or bargain or 8 years down the road, you might find those organic-chicken-only-will-leave-you-immortal tips life-saving? Those darn brochures will sit around in piles around the house for years on end and I never read them, I don't even touch them and I wonder why I even take it. Maybe because I try to be nice. These poor souls handing out free stuff....if you take it, one less rejection, right? Can you imagine handing out something free and people reject them? Equivalent of giving out free hugs and people telling you 'No, Thanks'. It's FREE, damn it, take it! (So, I do. Sucker!)

Can you imagine the number of 5-year-old toys that are still hanging around this house, hidden in cabinets and drawers? Maaaannnnnn.....

Anyway, speaking of toys, here's one for your Monday. Hope it cheers you up if you've not seen it before.


XOXO,
Try to have as much fun as possible,
Marsha

Saturday, February 25, 2017

Being Highly Sensitive is an Ability, Not a Flaw

Being sensitive is a flaw...that's what I have always thought about myself as I was growing up. After all, that's what been fed to me every time something got to me. And things easily got to me...hey, I was a teenager and a growing adult.

Yet, people applaud when I sing, act or write.

My question is this - how do you think people are able to perform well on stage, whether they sing, dance, act or speak? It is when they open themselves up to whatever it is out there, whether praise or attack, be vulnerable and showcase what's in their heart.

That, my friends, is also sensitive.

Because of this part of us that we are able to connect with people easily. I feel whatever others feel the moment I meet their eyes and when they tell me something. I don't know what you call it but I absorb the fun, the excitement, the wildness, the unknown, the sadness, the fear and the bewilderment all the same way...with wide open acceptance. So, when people are not genuine, I know that too. When people feel insecure or confrontational around me, I feel that.

Creepy for people, unsettling for me because that's when I start connecting the dots, whether they are there or not which ends up with me sometimes overthinking. Then I am overwhelmed and people call me crazy or weird or whatever name they call me. But you know what?

It doesn't matter, and it doesn't have to anymore. I don't owe these people anything and as long as I stay genuine and open, I believe I will attract the right people into my life.

Have 15 minutes to spare and wondering what sensitive people are like? Are you one? Here's a TED talk you might want to watch.



Have a splendid Saturday, people! Can you believe it? I woke up early and Superwoman-ed my way around the house, made breakfast and now I am working and blogging at the same time while listening to Mix.fm.

Love,
Marsha

Friday, February 17, 2017

Look Ma, PUPPIES!

It's one of those days where the Internet is the biggest f-r on earth. There's so much information that sometimes I feel like drowning. And that's why sometimes, I don't even log onto Facebook at all and within that one single day, the app notification for Facebook shows that I have missed from 4 'important' updates from my friends to...



...to 448???!!!!


Guuuuuuuyyyyyyysssssssssss..........

I don't need to know THAT many things, really. I've got Twitter to stress me out with all the world news already so, maybe I should just change my perspective a little, huh? 

Here, let's look at some puppies.


You're welcome.

Love,
Marsha

p.s. If you're a guy reading this, I am NOT sorry. LOL
Peace

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

The Best Weather Ever!

We have summer all year round and in Malaysia, the weather is either so-sunny-till-you-are-sweating-for-no-reason or raining-whole-freaking-day.

For the next few days, if the projection on my smartphone is correct, it will be raining-whole-freaking-day and 22 - 24 degrees out. How...AMAZING! Yeah, sure, we don't get to go to the park in the evening if the rain persists past the hour but still, we get natural air-conditioning! If you've lived through Malaysia's heat wave, you know what a relief that is for folks like us here.


This view here over the skies of Malaysia, a picture I took this morning after sending the kids off to school, is what we have the whole day through. Even as I am writing this, my skin is caressed by naturally cooling air. It's not the bone-chilling cold, yet not the mind-splintering heat. Just nice.

Considering the fact that I have been battling bouts of gastric and was in complete pain to the point that I had to rush myself to the hospital Emergency this past weekend (and a few times to a 24-hour clinic for jabs and meds over the past months), this kind of simple comfort is much welcomed.

Am just enjoying the amazing weather here and a short update.

Love,
Marsha

Monday, January 9, 2017

Food to Try When in SS2 (Link)

My son just came home to complain to me about the cost of lunch today. A set lunch in a school cafeteria = RM15. Wow! That's like a meal that I would spend on for them whenever we eat out in a reasonably-priced restaurant. He did not have raving reviews about the food too...just OK. Good enough for small portion.

With the rising cost of everything here, we eat out sparingly these days and now schools are allowed to charge students so exorbitantly now? Really? There are times that I do not mind forking over the cash for really good food but I don't think schools should be allowed to profit off students like that.

Anyway, sometimes, we DO eat out. I saw this list of popular and must-try restaurants and cafes to be found just across the road in SS2. So, if you are around the area, you might want to try them out too. Looks delish, I have to say.

Here's the list - 14 food to try in SS2

Image Credit : Sichuan Noodles (FreeImages.com)

Happy chowing down this New Year, 
Love,
Marsha

Friday, December 23, 2016

Every Friday

It's the rainy season over here so, it's just days of smelly laundry, staying indoors and running around the park in absolute joy during the evening when there is no rain. I know we have it so much better than so many other people in other countries, some with blistering heat, others with mind-numbing cold and I do thank my lucky stars that we live here.

Anyway, it is also the holiday season right now and everyone's either away for a holiday in another country or planning parties and dinners with their family and friends. We have been doing the same, the gatherings, not the holiday (I wish - lol). The good thing about that is that my boys got to see their cousins a bit more than usual.

The sad thing is that my in-laws moved away from the neighborhood a couple of years ago. With them being so near then meant that I could always drop the boys off any time I need to or every Friday. The Friday gathering became a ritual for us. It was a safe day to plan an outing for us parents, and the kids knew they were going to see their noisy cousins then.

Things have changed since then but as with anything in life, everything changes. With them moving so far away now meant less time spent together. With technology, they continue to remain close-knit but it isn't the same as gathering around in a small room with a double-decker, arms and legs all over each other, teasing, laughing and playing games together on their Nintendo DS. Every Friday.

These bunch of cousins are close because they grew up together and being the same age, they share pretty much the same interests. When they were young, it was Barney. Then it progressed to Ultraman, then Power Rangers (even My Little Pony, but pretend I did not write that hahaha), then Nintendo and then Youtube. I hope they remain close despite the fact that everyone is starting to sprout their own pair of wings and trying to fly in different directions.

Thanks to technology, they may, hopefully, stay close to each other and continue calling each other names. ;-P

Things change all the time, like clouds.
Never the same,
Marsha


Saturday, December 10, 2016

Recipe - Korean Rolled Omelette

I love my eggs, half-boiled, scrambled, sunny side up, steamed...whatever. So, when I saw this video for Gyeran Mari (Korean-style rolled eggs), I was so excited because it looks delicious and easy enough to make. (Rrrrriiiiiiiiiggghhhhhhhhhhhhtttt,,,,,).

She uses a square skillet and I don't have one but she DID mention that it's OK to use a round one so, I gave it a shot. Didn't work out for me, though, and I turned it into some sort of scrambled eggs. Ugh...folding it and keeping it in shape is one tough job, I can tell you that.

But if you successfully make this yourself (with a round pan - WOW!) tweet me up a picture and I might take on the challenge of trying to make this again.

Happy Saturday!



Love,
Marsha

Saturday, November 26, 2016

Failed Protectors

I really felt my anger simmer when I was reading this news the other day.

“The victim claimed her mother did nothing to fend her from the sexual attacks.
“She also claimed that she was threatened by her attacker and could not tell anyone about the incident,” said a police source. - News from New Straits Times

I remember talking to one of my neighbors about having a daughter, she has one. She told me that she has talked to her husband before, that if their marriage did not work out, she is willing to let her daughter follow the him. Her reason was simple - if she were to get married or find someone to be her new partner, she would never know what kind of man he would be despite sleeping and living with him. A man is a man, according to her, and their savage moral-bending ability is always just a layer of skin away from emerging. He could harm her daughter without her knowing so, it would be better for her daughter to stay with the father instead. This is her way of protecting her daughter, a very strong instinct to protect her daughter, by way of separation.

That sickened but enlightened me. Her reasoning is valid. But in the above story, the man is the victim's father and the very person she could count on to stop the abuse was her flesh and blood protector mother.

I can tell you something about the maternity instinct. It is cold, really cold. Maternity instinct can kill attackers when their children is under attack. It can also ruin marriages and tear families apart but it also ensures the children's safety under all circumstances.

But what happened to the maternity instinct of the mother mentioned above? Does she have none whatsoever (which is possible, some people really have none and should opt for childlessness. Not saying it in a bad way, but in a good way, everyone has his or her purpose in life)? Was she subdued to a point that she dares not voice herself in the face of such a powerful instinct to protect her daughter? Does she not care for her daughter? Or worse yet, was she watching in glee (good forking Lord!)?!

As for the father, a person like this should never have children EVER! This is his daughter, his flesh and blood, why is he even doing this to her? People who rape their own flesh and blood are cold-blooded creatures that should never breed. They should be denied the chance to have children and when they are jailed for such crimes, I hope they pay for it in more ways than one in there.

In such cases, I hope Karma is the kind of Bitch that we know she can be...and MUCH, MUCH MORE.

Picture credit : Sad Woman from FreeImages.com

Marsha