Google Queen

I received an email today a few hours ago which is the second offer I received in a week’s time to be an editor and/or write for blogs. The first option was sent to me through email by MvdM.: he asked me to contribute articles about ‘things to do’ in London related to art, design, photography etc. and become an editor of his professional blog aimed at the business he’s in which is related to photography. I would have plenty of time to write something or look into things. Of course I agreed to do this because it’s fun and he’s a close friend! Although I’m always surprised to hear that people like my writing and read it, I’m flattered, yes…

The second email I received started with: ‘You have a great writing. I have enjoyed the articles on your blog’ which I thought was quite funny because according to my stats this person didn’t spend much time on my blog at all. He was offering me a so called ‘journalist’ function as part of some kind of bloggers news community which seemed to be based in India. I would never just trust any email that I’ll get thru my blog from any stranger that is offering me anything in particular. People will have to earn my trust no matter whether I expose myself to the outside world through my blog or not. Just because they can read my stories doesn’t mean I have to allow them access to other aspects of my life.

And because I have antennae I’m pretty good at separating the wheat from the chaff… So something started buzzing straight away… and because I consider myself the Google Queen I did what I’m good at. I searched the World Wide Web for information and found exactly what I was looking for. A confirmation to my gut feeling. So my answer to those who contacted me today is a loud no, thank you! I don’t write to collect followers. I’m not interested in your offer and I’m not writing to make money: I don’t want the four bucks, you could donate it to charity and please don’t contact me again… you really underestimate my intelligence.

On a different note: I’ve decided to put some more positive Qi in the office… I’m not really into the Feng Shui thing, well at least not conscious that is, perhaps on a subconscious gene-wise level, but adding some extra positive energy never did anyone any harm *hehe*. So I bought some Chinese lucky bamboo [Fu Gui Zhu] and organised a glass vase and some nice tiny stones to hold the bamboo. I bought six of them, yes I am superstitious. Like I said earlier, it comes with the genes *wink* Anyway… six of these silly stems because the word six sounds like “Luck” in Chinese and will bring me prosperity and favorable conditions.

My Qi spot *hehe*

My bit of luck *wink* [yes the pic on my monitor is one I took as well]

xMas 2007

I spent xMas at MvdM. and W.’s this year and had a great time. I went over at 14.00 and met Stuart [no not the Stuart] who arrived shortly after me and who was there for dinner as well, an ex-colleague of W. with a heavy Scottish accent [Glasgow]. I normally don’t have a problem with the Scottish accent but this time, well ehrm…*hmm* must have been the champers on an empty stomach. No I never learn but it wasn’t my idea this time: I can blame MvdM. …

MvdM. had been to the Lowlands for three days previous to xMas and brought me back two jars of delicious Sambal Badjak which I am eternally grateful for, thanks deary! I guess it’s time to prepare some Indonesian food again some day soon. I helped MvdM. cooking and it was all worth waiting for [3 hrs] although I was starving since I was told not to have breakfast and/or lunch. We sat down at 17.00 and had a wonderful meal [those sausages in bacon and the stuffing: to kill for… *mmmm!*].

Later that evening more friends of MvdM. and W. came over and we all [ten of us] sat in the lounge near the warm fire and the beautiful blue tree with a blue haired Barbie pinned on the top. Drinking wine and chatting. It’s been a relaxed xMas this year, no hassle, no fuss, just how it should be…

My job [plus all twenty invisible taters in that big pot on the right]…

Don’t mind helping out coz I was hungry *hehe*

Mau running around like a headless chicken; timing, timing, timing my dear…

Blue on xMas day

Keep the fire burning baby…

Big bird and roast. Oh and let’s not forget the liver gravy and champers…