Eine Kurzgeschichte, die in einer langweiligen Freistunde entstand. Vom Metal Matze und Stöpsl.

Es war einmal vor langer, langer Zeit ein großes, weißes und flauschiges Einhorn mit einer feuchten, glänzenden Stupsnase. Sein Name war Ruven. Doch obwohl Ruven so blendend schön aussah, mochte ihn keiner im ganzen Land. Denn er hatte dem Teddybären der Prinzessin Agnes das linke Ohrläppchen abgebissen, also genau das mit dem goldenen Knopf dran. Nicht nur, dass die Prinzessin Ruven mit ihrer gigantischen Hamsterarmee suchte, sondern er hatte auch noch fürchterliche Verdauungsstörungen, die Schrecken erregende Flatulenzen auslösten. Was jedoch niemand wusste war, dass die Prinzessin Agnes nicht von selbst wütend auf Ruven geworden war. Ihr Teddy Pedo war voller Hass auf Ruven, weil kein Kind mehr mit ihm spielen wollte, wenn es erst einmal gesehen hatte, dass er nur noch ein Ohrläppchen und keinen goldenen Knopf mehr hatte.

So ging Ruven durch den Wald, um nach der seltenen Brechwurzel zu suchen, denn er wollte das Ohrläppchen wieder hochwürgen. Plötzlich tauchte sein alter Freund Sepp auf. Er war ein Baum. Sepp grüßte Ruven freundlich und Ruven erwiederte den Gruß in der Baumsprache, indem er seinen rechten Huf hob. “Hast du hier irgendwo Brechwurzeln gesehen?”, fragte Ruven. “Natürlich! Ich komm’ ja so viel ‘rum! Außerdem schmecken die mir so gut!”, antwortete Sepp und pflückte mit einem Ast eine Wurzel, schluckte sie und würgte eine halbverdaute, stinkende Brechwurzel direkt vor Ruvens Hufe. Ruven jubelte und würgte seinerseits ein schon etwas mehr verdautes und entknopftes Ohrläppchen hoch.

Auf dem Weg zum Schloss der Prinzessin kam Ruven das riesige Heer der Hamster entgegen. Doch er bemerkte sie nicht, denn er war kurzsichtig. Das war aber nicht weiter schlimm, weil die Hamster einfach an ihm vorbei liefen und direkt in den Abgrund stürzten, wo das große, weite Meer lag. Freudig und ohne jedes Geräusch fielen die Lemminge in ihren Tod. Dies alles hatte aber leider keiner gesehen.

Ruven wurde von einer Welle seines eigenen Schweißes gegen die Tore des Schlosses gespühlt. “Herein!”, tönte es von innen und das Einhorn trat ein. Schaurig hallten seine Schritte von den Wänden wider, als er durch das Schloss trabte. Alle Zimmer waren leer, da die Königsfamilie wegen der geplatzten Immobilienblase und der weltweiten Finanzkrise sparen musste. Auf dem kalten Marmorboden sitzend begrüßte ihn die Prinzessin Agnes. Ruven spuckte ihr das Ohrläppchen zu Füßen und erblindete sofort. Da trat der lachende Pedo ein. “Niemand außer mir kann diesen Anblick ertragen! Aber du tust mir ein bisschen leid, weil du so schön flauschig bist..” Er nahm das Ohrläppchen und klemmte es mit einem neuen, glänzenden Knopf an sein ausgefranstes Ohr. Dann führte er Ruven aus dem Schloss, da er in Ruhe mit der Prinzessin spielen wollte. Von da an war Ruven wieder total beliebt, wenn auch blind. Und wenn er nicht gestorben ist, dann steckt er noch heute mit seinem Horn in einem alten Baum namens Sepp.

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Skatan, Mannen och StinaFina är på hemmaplan igen efter en intensiv söndagseftermiddag med dop och en tidig morgon till dagis också som Karl Axel tyckte det var läge för oss att besöka  förstås.

Det vaaar ett bra tag sen vi hälsade på  barnbarnen där i Örebrooo.

(Kaxe skyndade drog oss genast fram till en vägg där på dagis – fylld av självporträtt.  – Vem är jag? … )

För att inte allt ståhej skulle kretsa enbart kring det något “förvuxna” dopbarnet … hon fick ha flera knappar öppna i klänningen där bak … blidkade mormor Skatan Karl Axel genom en liten passande present.

En  S V Ä R L Å D A  !

I denna fick “syndarna” lägga i 1 kr … även vuxna förstås … om de svor. Eftersom både Skatan och Mannen har lätt för “förstärkningsord” kunde Karl-Axel antagligen ganska snabbt bli “rik på kuppen”. Mormor Skatan demonstrerade och snart låg det minst fem kronor i lådan.

(Skatan  fick hjälp av farbror Emil med “undervisningen” …)

Det var många barn närvarande vid dopet när lilla Agnes Inga Elisabeth bars fram på Cecilia-dagen. Prästen tyckte kanske … hon sa det faktiskt!  … att något av Agnes alla namn gott kunde få ha blivit Cecilia.

Inte Skatan emot … Cecilia är ett av de vackraste namnen jag vet. Lilla e  skulle ha fått heta det … om det nu inte  varit  upptaget av barn i den närmsta vänkretsen. Och  gammelmormor Inga var en mycket älskad mormor och farmor så Inga ville man då rakt  inte byta ut …

(Prästen med lilla Agnes Inga Elisabeth i den 90 år gamla dopklänningen)

Skatan läste ur Markus-evangeliumet Jesus välsignar barnen ( kapitel 10 vers 13-16)   och JoJo sjöng och spelade på sin gitarr: Leonard Cohens Halleluja … som hon hade valt alldeles själv och sjöng så att man rös …

Vi sjöng Tryggare kan ingen vara och Gud som haver barnen kär  på samma melodi som Blinka lilla stjärna. Alla barnen fick först “ta ton” genom att just sjunga Blinka lilla stjärna där … och så sjöng vi vuxna som kunde läsa Gud som haver …

Karl Axel hade fått i uppdrag att hälla i vattnet (hämtat från Jordan-floden av Skatan och Mannen) i dopskålen och sedan vara behjälplig med att torka sin syster på huvudet.

Han skötte sina sysslor på ett föredömligt sätt. Först ville han visserligen doppa handduken i dopskålen men det avvärjdes. Han skulle ju inte tvätta sin syster … bara torka henne.

Vi åt … som sagt … frukost i ottan innan vi förde det nydöpta barnet med storebror till dagis …

Just sharing some pics from today…

Agnes wearing SLDoll ensemble:

Giselle wearing trico fashion & Knife’s Edge jewelry:

Poppy wearing Tiny Kitty fashion:

Idag, den 22 november 2009, skall Agnes Inga Elisabeth döpas.

(Agnes 6 august 2008, sex dagar gammal)

Hon skall döpas hemma hos sig i kretsen av de sina … mamma, pappa, brorsan Karl Axel, farmor och farfar, mormor och morfar, farfarsmor och  moster Karin och morbror Henrik, farbror Emil och farbror Tobbe   och alla  ingifta “bättre hälfter”  förstås …   och kusinerna. JoJo skall bli hennes gudmor …

Agnes skall döpas   i Jordan-vatten …helgat sådant … tappat på flaska från platsen där Johannes Döparen döpte Jesus en gång.

Hmm …

Hon skall döpas i en likadan skål … fast inte samma … som hennes storebor Karl Axel döptes i. I botten står hennes alla tre fina namn, Agnes Inga Elisabeth,  och så dagens datum … den 22 november 2009.

Man har kommit ända från Skåne … ja, från hela halva Sverige … för att vara med om denna … något senpåkomna begivenhet.

Eventuellt kan vår lilla Agnes  ta sig fram till dopskålen själv … om hon inte trasslar in sig förstås i den långa dopklänningen … med hennes namn nu tillagt  i broderi  till de andra namnen som redan är broderade  där … pappa Ludvigs t ex … och storebror Karl Axels förstås .

(Agnes på sin födelsedag den 1 augusti 2009)

Freude, freude. Ausgabe 2 der Charthure geht an den Start. Let’s e goooooooo. Ab heute neu mit Punkten. 0,5 Für die Fähigkeit seine heiße Luft vor einem Mikrofon abzuladen. und 5 für einen Song, wie er meiner Meinung nach sein muss.

Platz 3 Leona Lewis – Happy Als der Gesang einsetzte dachte ich: Hm, gar nicht so schlecht für so ein Casting-Produkt. Dann setzte nach kurzer Zeit das Synthie-BumBum ein. So ein Schrott.

Platz 7 Black Eyed Peas – I gotta feeling Wenn ich sehr sehr gute Laune habe und ausgelassen feiere, dann lasse ich das in der Disko noch durchgehen. Aber so kriege ich höchstens Ausschlag von dem Song. Black Eyed Peas sind mit dem aktuellen Album auch nicht mehr das was sie mal waren. Fergie aka Joko Ono II. zum Dank.

Platz 11 Silbermond – Krieger des Lichts Silbermond ist generell gut – und nicht nur, weil ich total groupiemäßig auf die Sängerin stehe. (Die es im Video im !!Doppelpack gibt!!) Song und Video sind gut gelungen. Werde ich mir sicher noch öfters anhören.

Platz 12 Jürgen Drews – Ich bau dir ein Schloss Ich hasse Schlager.

Platz 14 Agnes – Release Me Ich steh total auf solche Instrumentals, in denen epochale Streicher oder Pianos enthalten sind. Da sehe ich auch mal über den Standard-Text und Standard-Baseline hinweg. Gefällt.

Platz 16 Bon Jovi – We weren’t born to follow Wirkt schon irgendwie stark kommerzialisiert, aber die Message ist nicht schlecht. Kann man sich geben.

Platz 17 Charlie Winston – Like a Hobo Ich war begeistert von dem Song, seit ich ihn das erste mal im Radio hörte. Ich könnte mir ewig Dinge, die  in Richtung Blues und Soul gehen anhören. Unbedingt anhören.

Platz 18 Thomas Godoj – Nicht Allein Thomas Godoj halt. Na ihr wisst schon der Typ, der irgendwie 2. oder 3. in irgendeiner der unzähligen Casting-Shows war.

Platz 19 Culcha Candela – Monsta Es geht um ne Frau, wie kann ich den Song nicht mögen? Schaut euch außerdem mal Ms. Betty Lipstick im Video an.

Außerdem gibt es ab heute zum Schluss immer das Video “Außer Konkurrenz”. Diesmal ist es “Maeckes – Copy and paste Love”. Sehr schönes rundes Ding aus dem bald erscheinenden Album “Null”.

Sério galera … pensa naquela música que você sempre quiz saber quem cantava. Pois bem, “Release Me” é tocada em vários lugares na noite de Curitiba e as pessoas adoram, mas ninguém sabia quem cantava ou tinha visto o clip ou coisas assim. E hoje eu por acaso descobri que essa música muito boa é cantanda por uma garota chamada Agnes. Ela tem 21 anos e uma das suas maiores influências musicais é beyonce. O_O

Acreditem …. hehehehhe

Na minha opinião ….

Ela é linda e a música é shOw, pra quem curte dançar na noite essa é A pedida. =D

Curtam o clipe dessa música que é sucesso na noite Curitibana.

SWEDISH pop beauty Agnes is hoping to follow in Cheryl Cole’s dainty footsteps by collaborating with Will.I.Am.

The Black Eyed Peas frontman, 34, produced 26-year-old Cheryl’s hit album 3 Words.

Agnes’s debut smash-hit Release Me is a firm favourite on Will.I.am’s setlist when spinning the decks.

And Aggers, 21, is keen to play vocal tennis in a studio booth with him. She told me: “Will.I.am is probably the biggest celebrity fan I have.

“Whenever he plays DJ sets he always raves about my first single when he plays it.

“I’d love to be able to do something with him in the future. That would be a dream.”

Let us hope Will loves follow-up I Need You Now, out now, just as much.

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Single da cantora e dançarina sueca Agnes, a música “Release Me” está fazendo muito sucesso nas rádios brasileiras e nas do resto do mundo também, a música alcançou ótimas posições na Billboard.

Clique aqui para baixar (Mediafire).

Venez nombreux !

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Le Ciné Meaux Club, association loi 1901 de diffusion de la culture par le cinéma.

Another quality song from this talented Swedish artist.

Can’t wait until her album is available in the US.

Later.

So, there were several really cool 80s sounding European artists that won awards. Here is a list of bands that I was really impressed with:

The Kolin

Tokio Hotel

Agnes

Best European Act – maNga (maNga also won Best Turkish Act from MTV Turkey)

Best Group – Tokio Hotel

Best Hungarian Act – The Kolin

Best Israeli Act – Ninet Tayeb (one of theSound’s favorites Terry Poison was up for this award)

Best Swedish Act – Agnes

MTV EMA 2009

William levde på 1500-1600-talet, närmare bestämt 1564-1616. Han levde i England och var en diktare och pjäsförfattare. Han föddes i Stratford-on-Avon. Hans pappa var hanskmakare, men valdes sen till borgmästare. William gick i en latinskola i hemstaden. När han var arton år gifte han sig med Ann Hathaway. Från år 1594 var han med i teatersällskapet Lord Chamerlains Men i London. De lät bygga Globteatern, och vid Jacob I:s kröning fick de heders titeln The King´s Men . Hustrun och barnen stannade i Stratford, där han sedan köpte en fastighet och tros ha återvänt senast 1611. Han tros ha skrivit 37 skådespel. Hans första verk var så kallade krönikespel med ämnen ur Englands historia. De har en spännande handling med scenbyten ofta som nästan all hans dramatik. I början av 1550-talet skrev han ett par versberättelser, Venus och Adonis och Den våldtagna Lucretia. Samtidigt kom hans första komedier med den bästa komedin Så tuktas en argbrigga (1593-94). När han inte skrev om Englands hitoria blev han inspirerad av andra författares verk. Det gäller till exempel Romeo och Julia(1595-96) som bygger på en italiensk ränessans-berättelse. (Renässansen är en tids ålder, ca 1500-talet) Därefter kom Köpmannen i Venedig (1596) som är en komedi med lite sorgligt innehåll. Hans första skådespel tillkom 1591 och hette Henrik VI och den sista hette Henrik VIII och tillkom 1613. William dog i Stratford den 23:e april 1616. Idag kan man besöka han födelsehus i England.

Adam stood in the cold attic of Eden Mansion, his breathing slow and dark. He was thinking, something he enjoyed doing when things got rough. He was thinking about a night many, many years ago – a night before all the ash and rotted bones. A night before splintered limbs and screaming guillotines.

The night he kissed Davina Caliente for the first time.

Davina had left the kids with her mother – at the time this was a regular occurrence. She had no idea that after that night she would only be looking after one of the children, for Dina would keep the other for herself.

She had been dating the mysteriously sexy bachelor down the street from her mother’s house for some weeks now. But this was a big date – an important one.

This was the date when she planned to kiss Adam for the first time. She didn’t know why she planned it so precisely; perhaps because she had never had a real first kiss before? All she wanted was that moment – the tongue melting, heart throbbing passionate touch of his lips against hers for the first time.

She had had first kisses with other guys before of course. But they were usually quick fumbles in the dark which she only remembered the next morning due to the stinging skin of her cheeks where stubble had rubbed against her like sandpaper.

No, this one would be different. He knew it and she knew it. He had been looking forward to this moment for weeks – ever since he’d first set eyes on her. She was the woman that he planned to spend his life with: even if she didn’t know it yet.

He had spent so long planning the kiss that part of him predicted let down. He could feel the tension between them as they stood upon his porch. He could feel his brain telling him that he’d fail.

He could hear his mother.

But everyone was wrong; his mother, his brain, himself. All wrong.

It was just as incredible as he had planned.

That’s when he fell in love.

“What are you staring at?” Dina grumbled as she gazed out of the attic window: she could feel the burning gaze emitting from Adam’s eyes sizzling on the back of her neck.

“You remind me of her,” Adam replied quietly. She stormed towards him at that, her arms raised in anger, her eyes wild and snapped open like bulldog clips.

“Do not play games with me! Why did you keep me? Why not have that snake kill me like she wanted to?” Dina had spent three days in that attic pondering her near-death experience. She had seen the hammer in Agnes’ hand raised high above Agnes’ bald head. She had practically felt her skull crumble, but Adam had stopped her. Adam had saved her life.

“I kept you because I feel that we are close.” Adam’s voice remained calm. He didn’t want to shout at her – Dina was precious, Dina had created the love of his life.

“We are not close you imbecile! You killed my daughter! That makes us enemies! I don’t know why I’m not throttling you where you stand!”

“Watch what you say!” Adam threatened, his voice shaky and filled with forced politeness. “I did not harm a single hair on that girl’s head – I loved Davina more than life itself. I would have died for her!”

“You open your mouth and lies just tumble out!” She laughed mockingly, her blood still bubbling evenly beneath her thin, tired skin. “Why can’t anyone else see that?”

Agnes ran through the corridors and hallways of Eden Mansion, her mind racing. She’d forgotten to tell him the most exciting bit – the bit that meant bloodshed. The bit that would end in Eve’s death: finally.

She knew what she was going to do. She’d been waiting for a chance to push Eve out ever since she joined the family: this was just too perfect. She couldn’t have asked for anything better.

“Father!” She yelled as she reached the door to Dina’s cell. She could hear the screaming from within, the intense slamming of the old lady’s foot against the wooden floorboards. “Father I have news!”

“Can’t you see I’m busy?” Adam sneered as he walked out of the prison. The sun was setting gently around the house, letting the light fade from the small holding room. Dina couldn’t take another cold, wet night in that room.

She heard the door close behind her as Adam stepped out to talk to his favourite and she was left in muted silence once more, the light gradually dying. She could feel her body giving in, she could feel her suffering heighten as each night came.

She was old – she didn’t have the body of a young woman any more: she couldn’t hold strong against the bitter ice for much longer and she knew it.

Fatima smiled peacefully to herself as she watched the roughly constructed fire pit crackle in front of her. She and Janice had moved in to an old abandoned park on the outskirts of the town where a couple of amenities still remained – such as the fire pit and a few straggly chairs. It wasn’t much, but the fire was proving invaluable against the bitter night.

“Sorry about your Mum,” Janice mumbled for the fifth time that night. It was all she seemed to say to Fatima now that Dina was gone. They thought she was dead – they knew no better.

“She was my grandma,” Fatima sighed for the fifth time that night, “not my mum.” She could feel the tears welling in her eyes at the slightest mention of Dina. Dina had raised her, Dina was all she knew. Dina was gone – or so she believed.

“We aren’t alone,” Janice hissed, cutting Fatima off half way through her train of speech.

“Yeah we are,” Fatima frowned, “we’re the last survivors.”

Fatima rolled her eyes in exhasperation and focused her gaze on the fire. Janice was starting to freak her out.

The fire was purring – it had lost that hard edge and turned in to a thing of soft beauty pushing out its warmth generously.

Janice stood beside the thick tree, her eyes burrowing through the foliage in a glistening attempt to find the other people. Fatima watched tensely from her seat: there was no one there as far as she was concerned.

“I’ve missed you,” Janice whispered.

Watching as the snow continues to fall.  Fourteen days and counting!  There is literally a winter wonderland – complete with western facades and wooden boardwalks – waiting outside our door.  Can you imagine?

You can?  Good!

Now imagine this: nordic skiing up the front street of BC’s Gold Rush Town, the wisp of your icy breath the only sign of existence for miles around.  Little more than an hour later (7 kilometers up the trail) you’re atop Mount Agnes, deep in the heart of the Cariboo range, and the fun has only just begun….

The best part?  It’s completely freeing – and totally free.

So… will we see you this winter?

For some reason, I keep buying the same Art Deco Elgin Parisienne watch over and over again.

The Parisienne line of watches was introduced in the mid-1920s and featured ultra deco designs by Paris-based designers such as designers as Madame Agnès, Jeanne Lanvin, and Callot Soeurs. The collection was hot then and even hotter amongst modern collectors.

So, although they are collectible and rare, I have managed to accquire three of them now — but only the Louise Boulanger model (pictured below).

Did you notice that all of these designers were women? Just checking.

Most of the Parisiennes were available with black, blue, red, and jade green enameling as well as black and white combos. Mine has a 7 jewel American-made 488 movement. The rarest and most beautiful of the Art Deco Elgins is known as “The Lady and the Tiger” and was designed by Lucien Lelong (a guy). It has 15 jewels and is set in 14k solid white gold.

I sold the second one I had last month, and then I bought another one on eBay yesterday. Oh well, the other ones didn’t work — maybe this one will.

Caught Coraline ytd with Sheen and Agnes. Did some quick shopping ard town and had sushis! Teehee. Supposedly tmrw’s movie at Sheen’s but apparently this Agnes got last minute plan with XXX and abandoned us! Im sure there’d be more of this so I should learn to accept without feeling disappointed.

Dad would be back on Monday and I hope it’d be a good flight for him + bring lots of nice seaweeds back!