SBS gaf vandaag bij de potentiele adverteerders aan zeer blij te zijn met de commerciele samenwerkingen tot nu toe. Successen in 2009 van SBS6, Net5, Veronica en hun tijdschriften met Steps, Jillz, Remia, XBox360, Free Record Shop, Jameson, en Tele2 worden als case studies aan de doelgroep gepresenteerd. Hieruit vind ik duidelijk blijken dat SBS zijn zenders beter gepositioneerd heeft over de doelgroepen dan de andere aanbieders, en dat SBS met zijn uitgeverij en SBS Creative in staat is ook op andere manieren dan via TV, diensten te leveren voor hun advertentiepartners.

Maar ook voor startende ondernemers, of zij die niet landelijk kunnen opereren biedt SBS een partnership aan onder de noemer Ondernemersplatform. In de quote “Door samen op te trekken, samen de risico’s te delen en na bepaalde tijd samen te delen in het behaalde succes, biedt dit platform nieuwe mogelijkheden voor ondernemend Nederland”, lees ik dat SBS durft te investeren om daarna de vruchten te plukken. Puur ondernemerschap.

SBS onder de vleugels van ProSiebenSat.1 laat bij mij een zeer zelfverzekerde indruk achter.

Stacy’s Penitence – Myspace .

I got awake this morning, maybe around 2am, and heard Veronica crying. She was talking with somebody (maybe her best friend from the soccer team) on the phone. She was telling her about her resentment toward her parents, like how they favor her younger sister over her, etc. Veronica has opened up this matter to me before but I’ve never seen heard her break down like this. She was crying so badly. I didn’t know what to do or what to say, so I just laid there still on my bed, pretending to be asleep.

At that moment, I felt a deep surge of compassion flow through me. I felt that she needed me, my love and support more than ever. I felt that she needed me not just as a roommate but also as a friend.

Veronica is beautiful, athletic and all that, but she’s not happy. Her stunning physical beauty doesn’t excuse her from the harsh reality of life—that nobody can ever be completely happy in this world. If she were happy with her family, then she would already be perfect. But nobody is perfect; only God is.

I am thankful that I don’t have those kinds of problems with my family. I have a wonderful family and I’m very happy with them, but that doesn’t make me perfect either. I may be happy with my family but not with other aspects of my life. I don’t have a lot of friends, and I lack confidence sometimes. Overall, I am not completely happy.

I watched Charice Pempengco during an interview before, and learned that she’s not completely happy too. Despite her great talents, great success and unbelievably high self-esteem, she still feels a deep emptiness in her heart which can only be filled in by the presence of her father, who left them when she was still a baby. I cried real hard while watching it.

When I read Taeyang’s interview with KBS (http://www.allkpop.com/index.php/full_story/kbs_interviews_tae_yang/), I realized that the celebrities who have the most fans and who get the most media attention are also the saddest and the most depressed. They get so busy most of the time that they forget why they do whatever they they are doing in the first place. They always need to protect their image so people would always see them in a positive light. Worries haunt them at night and they find it hard to get asleep. In worst cases, these idols tend to lose control of themselves and necessitate medical help.

Complete happiness doesn’t exist in this world. Nobody in this world can ever own it, not even the rich, not even the famous, and not even me.

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Sometimes it’s really hard for me to be nice to her ( just like now) especially when she gets a little bossy (at least in my judgment). Know the “Intimate Note” episodes in Korea wherein Super Junior members tried to break the awkward bond between Eun Hyuk and Heechul and make them closer to each other? I think me and Veronica need to star in one of those.

Veronica kecil terus menangis digendong Veronica besar. Veronica kecil belum genap berusia setahun, sementara Veronica besar sekitar 7 – 8 tahun. Keduanya kakak beradik. Keduanya bernama Veronica. Veronica kecil yang telanjang bulat terus menggeliat dan meronta-ronta sambil menangis yang membuat tubuh mungil kakaknya kerepotan menggendong dan menahan si kecil Veronica agar tidak jatuh. Veronica besar hanya memakai rok pendek sementara bagian atas tubuhnya yang hitam legam dibiarkan telanjang. Kedua tubuh mungil itu akhirnya tampak kelelahan karena meronta dan menahan. Setiap hari semenjak aku datang di kampung Nari’aoa, kedua bocah mungil itu selalu bermain di sekitar rumah tempatku tinggal. Tangisan dan lolongan bayi Veronica menghiasi keseharianku di kampung ini.

“Berapa jumlah saudaramu?” tanyaku suatu hari pada Veronica besar.

“Gak tahu!” jawabnya.

“Lho, kok kamu tidak tahu?”

“Mi garem tufala sista an brata long Honiara. Tufala nomoa olketa dae finis”, Veronica menjawab pertanyaan keherananku dalam bahasa Pidjin Solomon. Artinya, dia memiliki dua saudara laki-laki dan perempuan di Honiara, sementara dua lainnya sudah meninggal.

Kucoba menghitung. Ada empat saudara yang tidak dikenalnya, sementara ada empat orang anak yang tinggal di rumah mereka termasuk Veronica besar dan kecil. Jadi, berarti mereka ada delapan bersaudara bila keterangan Veronica benar.

Veronica besar memang sudah bisa diajak berbicara seperti orang dewasa meski usianya baru sekitar 7 – 8 tahun. Dia pun nampak sudah terbiasa menggendong adiknya ke sana ke mari. Ibunya jarang sekali muncul di rumah. Mungkin saja dia mengurus ladang yang letaknya cukup jauh dari kampung. Beberapa orang kampung yang kutanyai mengatakan bahwa suaminya tidak jelas kerjanya. Sudah tiga tahun ini dia merantau ke ibukota Honiara, tapi tetap saja dia menganggur di sana, lantas tidak mau kembali lagi ke kampung. Isteri dan anak-anak yang masih kecil di kampung ditinggalkannya, sementara anak-anak yang di kota menjadi beban bagi sanak familinya yang lain.

Fenomena orang meninggalkan kampung dan memilih hidup di ibu kota Honiara cukup sering terjadi di Solomon. Banyak orang tertarik merantau dan mengadu nasib di ibu kota Honiara, meninggalkan anak-anak dan isteri atau suami di kampung. Daya tarik ibu kota amat besar bagi orang-orang kampung.

Veronica besar tidak bersekolah. Dalam keseharian, tugasnya adalah menjaga adik-adiknya, menggantikan peran ibunya sementara berladang atau melaut mencari ikan. Tidak jarang terjadi Veronica kecil terjatuh atau merangkak masuk ke selokan di dekat rumah karena Veronica besar melepaskannya. Veronica besar juga mau bermain-main tanpa merasa diganggu oleh adiknya. Melihat Veronica besar, hatiku tumbuh oleh rasa empati. Saat-saat bermainnya menjadi berkurang karena tugasnya menjaga adiknya. Saat-saatnya bersosialisasi dengan teman-teman sepermainan hilang karena dia mesti selalu di rumah menggantikan peran ibunya; sementara ibunya bekerja menyambung hidup untuk menggantikan peran suaminya.

Di Solomon, ada cukup banyak anak seperti Veronica kecil dan Veronica besar. Mereka ditinggalkan oleh kedua orang tua karena merantau. Persoalan ekonomi seringkali menjadi kambing hitam. Tapi lebih dari itu, anak-anak itu sesungguhnya adalah korban dari mengeraknya masalah sosial, terutama persoalan ketiadaan sarana pendidikan dan skill yang menjadi masalah sosial yang utama yang tidak mendapatkan perhatian pemerintah. Banyak orang kampung merantau ke ibukota tanpa bekal yang cukup untuk mendapatkan mata pencaharian. Akhirnya, mereka menambah barisan panjang pengangguran di ibu kota (yang tentu membawa risiko kenaikan tingkat kriminalitas ibu kota), sementara anak-anak di kampung juga semakin kehilangan figur orang tua serta segala kesempatan yang mereka perlukan untuk bertumbuh secara wajar.

Aku memilin rambutku, memikirkan semua itu, sementara di depanku Veronica besar kembali “bergulat” menahan Veronica kecil yang kembali meronta-ronta minta turun dari gendongan.

END OF JUNE, 2009

How many times have I told you to cook with love? Really, how often do I mention within these posts the importance of sprinkling your food with fairy dust and passion crystals? There exists a direct correlation between your success in the kitchen and the amount of love spells dissolved in that pot on your stove. I stressed it enough over the months for you to think I would know better than to step into my cooking chambers all bitter, and with electric current of fury streaming through my spine.

Why, you wonder?

If you miss your best friend’s birthday extravaganza because your mate’s left part of the brain has grown twice in size over the course of one week due to work overload, and on top of that he’s drying out of hunger and thus turning into a pile of dust on a desk in his office as we speak, and you must forgo obeying the law while flying through all red lights of the streets of City of Angels rushing to him with a meal that will save his life, and you call your friend from the car with no headset (oops, another violation!) to let her know of the extraordinary circumstances causing your absence at the party, promising to make it up to her in the next few days, she should understand, right?

She didn’t. She was all “I get that Jason was stuck at work, but you could have shown your face at least”. Oh, Mother, when I heard that, a yellow puff of anger mixed with hurt snuck out of my wide open mouth. Really? I was so pissed that she didn’t give me the credit of the doubt, knowing how fiercely loyal I am, and understand that I must have had a damn good excuse to miss her Celebration Of Aging. And frankly, I don’t need to wait for her birthday to raise a toast for the three new wrinkles she’s developed, and the gray hair she’s grown …on her leg, way up there. And she also should know that the minute her boobs get soggy and her butt widens out of her mind so that she has to buy TWO airplane tickets to fly anywhere, and she gets stretch marks after her first childbirth that will resemble the fjords of Norway, I’ll be the first one to make her a FLOURLESS CHOCOLATE CAKE WITH FRESH RASPBERRY SAUCE, and stick candles in it no matter the date. Because that’s the kind of friend I am.

In such a frame of mind, I crossed the threshold of our kitchen to make dinner – a pot of hearty soup, one of my favorites, the soup that Jason’s parents loved so much they took the recipe down and entered a soup contest with it in TEXAS. In all modesty, I must say that if there is anything I know about cooking, soup is IT. That’s my forte.

I started peeling my carrots and parsnips all the while thinking of my dear friend, that itzy-bitzy little thing with a big mouth, enormous heart, and a really dirty mind. I crisped some pancetta and sautéed chopped leeks with an onion in a big pot. I tossed all the veggies in along with a few lightning bolts of anger and a dash of salt and pepper. I added two legs of chicken, a handful of spices, and completely engaged in the dialog in my head. From that point on, I have no recollection of the events that took place in my kitchen. I was so busy picturing myself as an old(er) woman with a handful of grandkids parked on the floor around my rocking chair, while telling them the story of a beautiful friendship wasted over …nothing.

The soup was done, and ready to serve. I took a spoonful to taste, and almost spat it back into the pot. It was absolutely disgusting. It was the most repelling thing I ever made. My poor soup, it took it all in – all the bitterness that I got out of my system, and dumped into the pot along with the veggies et al. There was no way to fix it. All I could do was to flush that sour and bitter mixture down the toilet, and drive to see my girlfriend to hug the hell out of her, and give her the birthday gift we both worked on with Jason, and tell her how much I wished I had been there to help her blow the candles, dozens and dozens of them. So many in fact, that the fire marshals arrived, the real ones this time, and not the touring Chippendales in disguise.

When we hugged it all out, I gasped “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there. Are you still upset?” She quickly cut me off “Don’t even sweat it. I was PMS-ing”.

I know PMS. You don’t mess with a woman who is PMSing, period. (No pun intended.) And you definitely don’t want to mess with a woman that is PMSing ON HER BIRTHDAY.

Long story short, I have no recipe to share with you today, as I used it all up during my ANGER MANAGEMENT session with self.

Cooking is therapeutic, have I not told you?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY VERONICA!

Berlusconi ha presieduto il vertice sulla fame nel mondo e intanto Veronica gli chiedeva un miliardo e mezzo di alimneti.

Berlusconi ha presieduto il vertice sulla fame nel mondo e intanto Veronica gli chiedeva un miliardo e mezzo di alimenti.

listening to the whirring of my mini fan heater… i hate the heater, it gets so dry, my throat hurts, but i also hate the extreme wet cold urrrrgh… too many thoughts clanging around in my head again… the curse of asperger’s? very akin to madness for sure…

i got some chocolate today at godiva… i remember the time i was there with veronica and i bought her a bag of chocs… i really like veronica… wish i’d met her before i ever met him… it wasnt my fault, he’d lied abt veronica to me, i never found out till it was too late… but it was indeed my fault that, when i had finally met veronica, i complied with his demand to fabricate a story and i lied to veronica abt my past with him… but i just cld not carry on with the subterfuge and utter blatant disrespect of lying to the face of someone has lovely as veronica, and so i confessed… my apology was for lying to her, and not for my past with him, because i did not know the truth abt her at the time… and i hv never once regretted telling her the truth ever since…

how can u live with lying lying lying to the face of someone u respect?… i asked this question many times… i asked him… and i also asked little miss talented artist… but both cld not give me any answer… becos they live that way – they think nothing of lying to the face of ppl whom they say they respect… they say it is in the name of protecting that person from hurt, and of social politeness… how twisted…

and him?… veronica said something very profound – he has no emotional honesty… how true… how cld he say “i love u darling pie” to someone’s face and allow that someone to believe wholeheartedly in his words while he just played his own little game of “fantasy”?… hmmmm…

urrrrgh… it’s getting pretty hot… if only this silly heater cld be more regulated… ah well, at the price i paid, i shd not complain… it has served me well thru 2 winters already… how time flies… and i still dont kw for sure whether i wld accomplish what i came here to do after all this that’s happened to me… i feel as if i hv lost all ability to dream… my beloved little swallow said he hopes i will find back that spunky kid he once knew before this nightmare came upon me… i hope so too…

ok time to fiddle with that darned heater… whirring whirring whirring…

This is hard for me to believe, but I had never seen the pilot episode of Veronica Mars in its entirety until today. I started watching in prime time with episode 1.2—with a healthy dose of cynicism—when I was assigned to write about it for a local paper and interview Enrico Colantoni. I had written it off in advance as another Dawson’s Creek-type teen drama. But I fell in love. VM ended up being the first show I can remember that I made sure not to miss, and re-watched episodes, and talked about to friends and co-workers. I worked as an extra on it twice, and an episode was taped where I work. I love this show. And I love pilots. So I have no logical explanation for why I’ve never seen episode 1.1 until now. I write about it with full knowledge of who killed Lily, and all the other secrets that will be revealed, which makes the early hints that much more exciting.

Right away, the theme gritty song, “We Used to be Friends,” grabs you. (Hated when they remixed it for Season 3.) Veronica gives us a succinct and color introduction to Neptune, the town where she lives. It’s populated with the over-privileged and those who work for them.

She’s tenacious: She alone steps forward to help a boy who’s been taped, naked, to a flagpole in front of the high school. She’s smart: She demonstrates thorough understanding of the assigned reading even though she’s dozing in English class. She’s a smartass: When cops come to search her locker, she’s comfortable telling their dog to back off. She’s bitter: Her family isn’t rich and important like the others in town. The bitterness continues as Veronica explains how she used to be in with the cool crowd. Now it looks like her only friend is the new kid, Wallace—the one she freed from the flagpole. There a couple of blue-tinged flashbacks to reveal what her life used to be like, full of parties and BFFs.

After life at school, we see life at work; Veronica’s dad’s P.I. office. Her dad, Keith used to be the town’s Sheriff. (There are lots of “used-to-bes,” in keeping with the theme song.) Currently, V. is trailing Jake Kane on assignment from his suspicious wife. Veronica used to date their son Duncan, and her best friend was their daughter Lily. Lily was murdered, Keith accused Mr. Kane but couldn’t prove anything, was removed from office by recall, and V.’s mom left them. To add insult to injury, people believe it was Keith who leaked a video of the crime scene all over the internet.

The new sheriff immediately found evidence incriminating a Kane employee, and the matter was put to uneasy rest. Also, Lily’s boyfriend, the rich, spoiled bad boy Logan Echolls really, really hates V. In another subplot, V. reveals that she lost her virginity while roofied at some party the year before. This won’t be unraveled until the end of Season 2, but clues are revealed in several episodes along the way. I love when a show asks for a viewer’s long term commitment for payoff.

But wait, there’s more. V.’s mom appears to be shacking up with Jake Kane. The Veronica-Wallace friendship is a little sappy, but it lets the audience see that V. still has a heart, and gives us a look at her mad P.I. skills and twisted sense of humor. She ends up with the local biker gang in her camp, defending her from Logan. It’s a delightfully tangled web. Every little detail will come back in later episodes. Of course, you don’t know that. But the kicker: Keith is still investigating Lily’s murder. That alone lets us know there are plenty of juicy revelations to look forward to.

V. leaves us with this declaration: “I will find out what really happened.” Rest assured, she will.

Weird note: I once saw the first 10 minutes or so of this episode online (in French) and the scene where V. is camped outside the Camelot Motel in her car was the cold open. Here there is no cold open, and that scene takes place mid-episode. Hm.

ROMAIl quarto appuntamento serale con «Grande Fratello» aveva messo in evidenza la tensione fra Veronica e Gabriele che era sfociato in un diverbio sul fatto che Gabriele avesse criticato e stigmatizzato alcuni atteggiamenti, a suo dire provocanti e maliziosi, della ragazza, che ribattuto: «Continuerò ad essere così ed ad andare in giro sempre più nuda se questa è la posizione di uno che è entrato dicendo di non avere pregiudizi».

In quella occasione Veronica aveva prima chiesto ai suoi coinquilini e, in particolare, a Gabriele di andare oltre il suo aspetto fisico, poi il confronto è presto diventato un vero e proprio scontro.

basta dirti che sei bella, sei carina e sei intelligente…» frase questa che scatena la ragazza romana che ha quasi una crisi isterica e viene trattenuta a stento dagli altri inquilini che inveisce nei suoi confronti: «Mezzo uomo del c…

Ma come ti permetti’»La conduttrice durante la puntata di lunedì ha chiesto a Gabriele se tanto livore potesse celare una forte attrazione nei confronti della ragazza, ma Gabriele ha confermato decisamente il proprio amore per Gabriella, la sua fidanzata.

Fonte:
http://www.lastampa.it/redazione/cmsSezioni/spettacoli/200911articoli/49530girata.asp

hot milo+soya milk+baileys = an eureka moment!

i spent thousands of dollars buying up tickets to his show, even while his sick twisted ex-bitch was torturing me left right and centre, i was telling everyone i knew how great his work is, giving tickets away to the uninitiated, making sure they turned up… twice he asked me for money, and i gave… not little at all… my widow’s mite… i was naive, he called me “friend” but not once did he hv a meal with me, not even a drink… and he wanted me to pretend we didnt even know each other… what ‘friendship’ is this? how naive of me not to realise until too late… how cld i hv carried on believing his words when he’d said he loved me then later told me it was just a fantasy? and then after that he said he was my ‘friend’ – how cld i hv believed him again and again? ah, yes, i still berate myself for that… 2 years of crippling agony later, tens of thousands of dollars poorer, buried under a deluge of reverberating verbal abuse and condemnation, even now, as i pick up the pieces and find my feet and my dreams again, i m still promoting his work, his artistry, actively, to those i think may be of use of help to him… becos i believe in it… and i respect him still, as an artist, as a talent, and his sincerity to make good changes to the scene… but he will never know… and even if he knew, it wld make no difference to him… he is such a well known figure in his own right, why wld he need or even appreciate my vehement promotion of him?… and… those last words of his to me, so filled with venom, still trickle hot in my ear…

but nay i m no hero… i hv lost nothing compared to veronica… 19 years of her life she has known him, she bore him a child, a beautiful wonderful child who looks hauntingly like him, like her, linking them both together for as long as she lives, a testimony of momma’s tragic folly and dada’s sad ironic pathetic inability… he says he loves his sweet baby, but despite all his talent, he has no idea what love and commitment is… veronica is the true hero here… and my heart wrenches for her…

that voluptuous babe in the corner of the room, cheap dyed hair tied back in a ponytail, eyes glazed over in boredom, picking on her nails and biting bits off, looking quite the sore thumb to anyone who had any powers of observation at all (but all in that room were too engaged in discussion abt loftier things than looking out for a bimbo awaiting a shag for the night)… waiting waiting waiting…

but my guess is if anyone asked him, he wld say that the bimbo has one thing that veronica and i both don’t have… he wld say what all men wld say, be they men of great talent or utter idiots, “she is uncomplicated”… and, in his own words abt another one of his sluts, “i don’t care what she is, she’s a damn good fuck!”…

eureka!

This blog started as the five of us beginning on 11/8 & 9, but along the way we’ve also picked up some really cool teammates.

Introducing you to your Paleo Challengers, meet …

Athlete Profile: Veronica Pike

Age: 25
Height: 6′1″
Weight: 153

Date of Birth: 9/15/84
Place of Birth: Knoxville, TN

Started CrossFit: March 2009 (bootcamp, started indoor in April 2009)
Started Paleo Challenge: 11/13

Fight Gone Bad: 235 (two rounds)

Deadlift: 215
Press: 85

Max Pull-ups: 15

Favorite WOD: Anything with 400s/rowing and reasonable weight–I’m no power-lifter.
Favorite Lift: Hang cleans, power cleans are good.
Least Favorite WOD: Anything with overhead squats.
Least Favorite Lift: Overhead squats.

Why do the Paleo Challenge?

Well, I’m typically a ‘golden mean’ type of gal, including when it come to Paleo (I’ve been eating around 80% Paleo for a while now), and I’d like to see what type of gains I can achieve by going all out.  I can’t think of a better opportunity to go 100% than when you’ve got your friends supporting you along the way.  And ok, that competitive part of me wants to show that I can do it too!

I get annoyed by Veronica’s twisted philosophy of healthy living sometimes. She always says that breakfast should be a heavy meal, but she often skips breakfasts anyway. When she eats sweets or rice or anything that she considers “a lot,” she would feel “guilty” (guilty for what?) and would feel like going to the gym even if it’s getting late at night. Last night she arrived home feeling full; moments later, she was throwing up into our bathroom sink. Veronica is bulimic, I think. The non-purging type.

Naast de bekende Top 2000 is er uiteraard nog een grote lijst die langer bestaand dan de Top 2000 namelijk de Top 1000 allertijden van Veronica.

En ook deze lijst verschijnt rond de kerst en ook voor deze lijst zijn de stembussen geopend, klik op de foto en je komt uit bij de stempagina.

En mensen ook hier graa Queen op een, en bij deze ljst mag het ook wel weer eens een keer, bij mij staat Bohemain Rhapsodywel op nummer 1

he once said to me, “i am a multi-personalities man”… seems like such a long long time ago now, yet still so vividly clear and resonant in my head… i dont kw whether to laugh out loud or shake with sorrow at such irony and farce… indeed, he is a multi-personalities man… mr. multi… richly talented, achingly beautiful, earnest and sincere in his caring for his profession and furthering the cause of good artistry… yet at the same time profoundly foolish, twisted, deceitful with such ingenuous flourish… but i wonder, for all his multi-personalities that he lays claim to, where is the one that is able to separate personal differences from relating on a purely professional platform?…

how sad… but i do not regret speaking the truth… i hv to be true to myself… in the end, he gave me no support no good reason not even a loyal friendship for the kind of support that he demanded from me – lying in the face of one whom i respect is for me a monumental feat… i was quashing my innate and intrinsic nature of bald honesty in my words and simple truthfulness… each time she raised the issue, i mumbled lies and my soul felt sick, disgusted at myself and anxious… why do this for someone who doesnt care a hoot for me anyway? his final words to me spoke volumes – the truth at last from his twisted lips of deceit… what he truly thought of me… and tho it hurt deep, it also released me from the shackles of spiraling fear, confusion and despair…

dear mr. multi – it wasnt me who said all those nasty things, it was u who called me names and condemned my heart to hell with those searing damning words… it wasnt me who kicked u away, it was u who used me and then accused me of causing my own grief… ur cruel words jangle in my head still, each time i see u… but truth, the truth that those terrible words revealed to me, has set me free to walk away from ur web of deceit and subjugation of the mind…

thank u mr. multi… i feel so sorry for that girl waiting around dead bored playing with her fingernails all night – why do u always prefer the mindless cheap bimbos?… perhaps because u r too afraid of truth… and true multi-faceted beauty… it’s easier isnt it, to hold a floosy, she wont ever give ur dulled conscience any nightmares, unlike me…

good night my dear… i m still praying for u… as i kw veronica too is, for she loves u deep too… perhaps far more than even i do…