tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60992884422916391572024-03-25T23:47:46.392-07:00Mali - My UniverseMalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06717702697100919267noreply@blogger.comBlogger248125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099288442291639157.post-69837092482158699912024-03-17T10:01:00.000-07:002024-03-19T23:17:37.869-07:00Go where the story leads you <div>I am a fan of Stephen King, the horror book author, who wrote the screenplay The Shining and he always says "Go where the story leads you". This is exactly what I am doing while writing too. I have no idea what`s going to happen in my story. And I never know the whole plot. I have only limited myself to blogging so far. Because I like that more. I can express myself in various ways, also through making videos.</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3yrmSi6QGqdxxSJrkzs3yFpSUcKjhRI8cpFRqAErTMCnYLuDj5i9yD7LqukI_ohyEkuHo1ygtpSs2EZH8WWgX6jB4LnQ3K5Magqui1zbBLwvEOm3TbKPsRI5bGi2igoHEEWYW7V-jYrUgRqH0IVP5mSY4EfVYdl0x3q_bh79cGlWohqcUoAbJQ4A9src/s1024/the-shining-twins-1-1024x630-1.jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="630" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3yrmSi6QGqdxxSJrkzs3yFpSUcKjhRI8cpFRqAErTMCnYLuDj5i9yD7LqukI_ohyEkuHo1ygtpSs2EZH8WWgX6jB4LnQ3K5Magqui1zbBLwvEOm3TbKPsRI5bGi2igoHEEWYW7V-jYrUgRqH0IVP5mSY4EfVYdl0x3q_bh79cGlWohqcUoAbJQ4A9src/s16000/the-shining-twins-1-1024x630-1.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo: The Shining. Written by Stephen King and directed by Stanley Kubrick</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here I am as the scary twins, as a joke...</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI3dSFpT10R-xkU_FsLg8EeVkZX4HrwIPWjZwLqcM-ArIX3rqZUarUxmIHdcaYSOHNVzSre3-VGiiiZ4oSwCC3lcD2ZzeRUkOKMmC3LZPgDnB7AlZV4rF65sWn6gQSWYR8WFgvhexpal041l96X_H8-Zoxyz7GdFbdvS7O7sJJ-lOksdMKCQNkPlQ_XMg/s640/242978346_2314360778705633_6005641985875625886_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="557" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI3dSFpT10R-xkU_FsLg8EeVkZX4HrwIPWjZwLqcM-ArIX3rqZUarUxmIHdcaYSOHNVzSre3-VGiiiZ4oSwCC3lcD2ZzeRUkOKMmC3LZPgDnB7AlZV4rF65sWn6gQSWYR8WFgvhexpal041l96X_H8-Zoxyz7GdFbdvS7O7sJJ-lOksdMKCQNkPlQ_XMg/s16000/242978346_2314360778705633_6005641985875625886_n.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>This is not a popularity contest. I do whatever I want. I just sit down and type and maybe something happens...perhaps an idiot of a character is being created in my head. It is what ALL writers experience. But sometimes I`ve taken my characters to my YouTube channel, and MAYBE that has confused a few people now and then. Because they think; Mali has really gone crazy! But do I have to do something artisticly that people LIKE? NO! NOBODY CARES! Believe me; I don`t care myself. If you want to succeed in something you have to let go of the fear. </div><div><br /></div><div>I have all this time just gone where a story has led me. A story that is taking form inside my mind, and then come into reality. That`s why I always end my blog posts with "Thank you for being a tourist passing through Mali`s Universe. Thank you for being a witness of all the stories going on inside my mind, simultaneously." IF many of the stories happen simultaneously, it can affect your attention, and that is also why I didn`t always pay attention in class when I was younger. If you go and tell some psychologist about this you might end up with ADHD. And MANY other diagnosis if your unlucky that day. I did not end up with anything else but ADHD. Because I was pretty lucky that day. (Okay there`s more to it than that and yadda yadda yadda) Some psychologists actually believe in David Ickes`s conspiracy theories themselves. Not the actual theory but that you`re not delusional if you believe in it. You know, about the fake moon landing and stuff. It becomes a real thing if enough people believe in the topic. You`re not crazy anymore now. Because how can millions be crazy? Lots of millions of people believe in UFO`s. I never believed in these things, though. I have a hard time believing anything at all. I have to see it. I am very visual. I believe we have to work hard to get somewhere. A UFO is not here to pick you up, honey. You`ve got to learn history from scratch. The Law Of Attraction blah blah blah used to be a topic that I used to read about. But it is only blah blah blah. You have to actually DO something. </div><div><br /></div><div>My experience with the Law of Attraction: I once visualized an old wooden ladder. Because someone freaking told me to just test this freaking useless method. "Visualize a wooden ladder on a house wall!"</div><div>Stupid me tried out this method and of course the next day all I ever saw was wooden ladders everywhere. BUT WHO WANTS THAT? Nobody. In the end of the day you just want to knock someone down with the wooden ladder. No huge bank transfers to my bank account has ever happened with the Law OF Attraction either. Even though I did visualize myself laughing my way to the ATM. I guess a bank robbery would be an easier task.</div><div><br /></div><div>But THEY SAY, the shamans and gurus (should we listen to them?) that it can give you the direction you need to create your dream life. A perfect story. Your story. By staring intensely everyday into a wall of perfect pictures. Of your future. (And a Windows computer is NOT on those pictures!) Just so that you don`t ever forget what your passions are. My passions are: I know you`re not interested. Let`s move on! No, I don`t believe in a lot of things. But I decided to believe in myself. So that my story can become great. Still working on that one. It`s an everyday battle with yourself and I am so greatful that this challenge does not involve no UFΓ`s. Ain`t got time for the aliens. Where did you come from? (The ALIENS! okay, just kidding!) Learn that first and then maybe in the very far future we ARE the aliens, you know. But we don`t want to be them now. I`ve always felt different and you might call it "weird". But they freaking look weird.</div><div><br /></div><div>And a story could lead you somewhere. (This is me trying to force myself back on track to the topic.) My awesome, colorful stories are in VHS. At the moment. That is how I see myself and he world. Born in the 80`s, honey. Not always welcomed of course. π I love the retro / second hand / thriftstore feeling. Yeah, it`s a feeling. It`s a vibe. The overly educated in the medical field want to label creativity with something. Just to put you somewhere. Where they can find you when they need to. Like on an old dusty shelf. "Good at absolutely nothing." That was what I had heard most of my life. Just known for the very famous BUT underrated blah blah blah. Yeah, you should hear me after a couple of coffees. Talking too much has never been a good sign. Talking about art has also not been very welcomed in these circles (which I have been in and out for a very short time just to find out "What the heck is wrong with Mali?") It was my own choice to do so. In my younger days. The answer, which I`ve come to the conclusion to myself is; Nothing. The curious case of Mali is a case that will never be resolved, I guess. But ART is what`s "wrong" with me. Art was what didn`t make me the lawyer I though I was going to become. That my father told me to become. He had a good point...until I sat there...with a distracted mind and a boring book...he didn`t have a good point anymore, sorry. SORRY but NOT SORRY! A story was about to be created but I stopped that story pretty fast. This well intented story could have gone South pretty fast. And the South wing is where the waiting rooms are. No, sometimes you just have to figure out who you are, before someone figures out who you are FOR YOU. Not a good idea. </div><div><br /></div><div>The waiting room - situation. You`re not afraid of the results because you know the result kind of don`t matter. Like I said; I don`t really am a huge believer in a lot of things. But I have learned to be open minded. You kind of have to be open minded while waiting on your ear tag. What the he*ll does Shakira, the better looking version of myself, look at me so intensely for on that VOGUE magazine? Just to remind me how far away I am from my dreams? The sofa is hard like a bus seat. They obviously don`t want us to feel too comfortable there. So that we don`t come there too often. Why they`re always blue I have no idea. While waiting on my turn, I am starting to imagine the Jehovas Witnesses on their door to door ministry. I always imagine wild scenarios on very strict places. Just what IF I screamed: "F*ck you , fu*ck everybody. I do whatever I want. This is MY LIFE! The MALI SHOW!" From one of my top watched YouTube videos. But this was WAY before my YouTube days. I became mentally clear and healthy after really starting to create videos. It really made me great. It made Mali great again. Almost like Trump used to say. Not a huge fan of Trump. But he is like a weird cartoon character, I have to admit. And I sometimes impersonate him. Why? I have no idea. I thought he was cool until I realized he is a piece of sh*t. I even listened to the "Art of the deal" audio book way before he became president in 2016. And I had seen him being friends with Oprah, and his wedding was pretty wild. Melania is a gold digger with capital G. </div><div><br /></div><div>Alright...back to the waiting room...even though we didn`t actually leave, did we? Sidetracking myself again. And that is just one of the reasons why I fooled myself to enter the waiting room in the first place. "She got ADHD!" Kendrick Lamar song. I like that song. I just don`t want to be like...</div><div><span face="arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></div><div><span face="arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;"><b>You know when you part of section 80</b></span></div><div><b><span face="arial, sans-serif" jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;">And you feeling like no one can relate</span><br aria-hidden="true" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span face="arial, sans-serif" jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;">'Cause you are, you are</span><br aria-hidden="true" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" /><span face="arial, sans-serif" jsname="YS01Ge" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;">A loner, loner</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>That is not the pictures of the life I`ve had on my vision board recently. Of course the lyrics get way worse than this. I can relate to this, though...</div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><span face="arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #202124; font-size: 14px;"><b>Because we born in the 80's that ADHD crazy</b></span></div><div><br /></div><div>People are entering and exiting through these doors. On the other side of one of the rooms I am going to get my ear tag. You know like a cheep. Oh, how I love to be one of the crowd! I really thrive like this. #irony. A tag with a number, which in my case was the F90. And then leave with some meds. I am so glad the meds didn`t help. So, they just told me never to take them again. With other words; I am a free spirit and ain`t nobody or nothing going to stop me. I came here to create / write and entertain. Any other job, a random 9-5 just feels empty and meaningless to me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Maybe "Idol Mali", a character once created because I followed a wild story once, smiling back at you could make someone smile back at her, and then "voila". To use a French word that I love so much; the patient was cured. The depression just left their body. I want to be that person. That makes someone smile. So that is why I am doing what I am doing. I am collecting smiles on my journey. And hardcore laughter. Some people are even throwing themselves behind the coach in total embarrassment. That was actually a comment that I got once from someone many years ago. And it kind of stuck with me. Because I was thinking "That was too bad! Did throwing yourself behind a coach hurt you? I hope it didn`t" That has to be the definition of embarassment. This is how I want people to feel. This is GREAT! I wasn`t good at a lot of things in my past but I am good at this. But I wish I could do so much more of it. You know, spread my energy like a wildfire. So, my first novel is going to be called "The Smiling". Kind of inspired by The Shining. But in my novel I am the person that helps someone on the psychriatric ward feeling better about themselves. Because of my infectious smile...</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg694W1wTVqW27Sp7j1or17HK1aTBYQQwGtMMf3E0CZcWL3QIBNYXuIezh5KOqDx2cFreJ19DZm1FgjIIxUdaqyDZpGDkAFA7pfLnDk6PUgF2QNbtowm9sNGisphBfVikr98EDMVJ_WNbFY9RCIVQ32dLIE_WgW2J7qkqGqxeWlLxQo7LFe1ahDdcE4DGc/s600/CaUsRSaWQAALqIh.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="600" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg694W1wTVqW27Sp7j1or17HK1aTBYQQwGtMMf3E0CZcWL3QIBNYXuIezh5KOqDx2cFreJ19DZm1FgjIIxUdaqyDZpGDkAFA7pfLnDk6PUgF2QNbtowm9sNGisphBfVikr98EDMVJ_WNbFY9RCIVQ32dLIE_WgW2J7qkqGqxeWlLxQo7LFe1ahDdcE4DGc/s16000/CaUsRSaWQAALqIh.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div>And if you wonder where the bad guys are. They hide in the shower.</div><div><br style="text-align: left;" /></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div>This photo was taken while I was plotting out my next creative move. Character building had already started and a new story was about to be written down. Taking notes is always good. But the great ideas always get stuck with me. And I always come back to them. No need to write it down. I am just waiting for the right time.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Congratulations! You have now read a blog post that turned into an article about how it`s like to have ADHD. Sidetracking myself like never before. I hope you enjoyed this wild ride.π</div><div><br /></div><blockquote><div>My goal is that my life is NOT turning into a Windows Computer. I am hoping for a bright blue sky. Not a bluescreen. An amazing future without too many errors. Among all the fruits in the world I choose to sit there with an Apple, creating amazing retro art. </div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Thank you for being a tourist passing through Mali`s Universe. Thank you for being a witness of all the stories going on inside my mind, simultaneously.
Like, share and comment! Thanks! π
<img alt="your photo name" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrWK0ZPxo67mxl1I36wpXfeaH9iv6nVWazDU8Gz847nMTs9L5w_x8U2TG5C06i5k0bD0BgO_VYZLwelxBNkr9QdWm5gwpaZtbrk0hXKU__bgPPRmLw-4_8sNyWWwQWUCIN-HX6IqmKMV7k/s1600/66cc83ee121146c271339bb85db4ad35.gif" /></div>Malihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06717702697100919267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099288442291639157.post-4207566086204652602024-02-26T07:10:00.000-08:002024-02-27T07:13:04.165-08:00Everyday life at The Mali Show (Recent videos)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjShLf30btPtEoHLvSPrqtMnH1RK6s3cruPgYKkHc2OluenurYRNXdt-AJx8wWzlthvbbnVP0Mx9-4WeeK2swkCvzXppm2DAMIpLmeeCAxlxDPVLFv8QZHx5jBx8EuJWZlH-ONLZKmkjfFV9QIWPkqsEKRNzUV3iG2CEwWPoWNsuytmsGgHPkLyMEy2w9o/s3264/alien2.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjShLf30btPtEoHLvSPrqtMnH1RK6s3cruPgYKkHc2OluenurYRNXdt-AJx8wWzlthvbbnVP0Mx9-4WeeK2swkCvzXppm2DAMIpLmeeCAxlxDPVLFv8QZHx5jBx8EuJWZlH-ONLZKmkjfFV9QIWPkqsEKRNzUV3iG2CEwWPoWNsuytmsGgHPkLyMEy2w9o/s16000/alien2.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hi and welcome back! What is going on here? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Well...I am not much into adulting if you know what I mean? Don`t take it literally...like "OMG! she`s 41. OMG! She doesn`t handle responsibilty!" I know how many people think. Please...You don`t KNOW ME! Where`s your sense of humor? Down the toilet with the diarrhea you just had?..."Wow, what a bad sense of humor you have Mali?" Likes to talk about sh*t and stuff. YES! And that`s why you should click away. OR become my biggest fan!π My family has ALWAYS talked about sh*t. This is the humor I grew up with. Hate it or love it - it is what it is. So I can`t do anything about that.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhARH_SM3A590ifj4VeCvtSoYdiOFWFTt9SKQRLIzCQQZfkqYL-aOsx8RXa-w782ArH58e8yPc9OZbOX1Rog2IK9XsgBYp4Ijen6ChPgXXrwGbLNNPACk2CjRhzHC0bkqc8NIClh3ZI0iEhSr-pfzOC6cvIzzW-_cflUXPBRDMUcTBZLoaw1jR1Ei8Igyc/s810/25177ebe3bf26f73ac4a40de109d28b7.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="564" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhARH_SM3A590ifj4VeCvtSoYdiOFWFTt9SKQRLIzCQQZfkqYL-aOsx8RXa-w782ArH58e8yPc9OZbOX1Rog2IK9XsgBYp4Ijen6ChPgXXrwGbLNNPACk2CjRhzHC0bkqc8NIClh3ZI0iEhSr-pfzOC6cvIzzW-_cflUXPBRDMUcTBZLoaw1jR1Ei8Igyc/s16000/25177ebe3bf26f73ac4a40de109d28b7.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I kinda don`t want to be an adult EVER! Photo: <a href="https://www.pinterest.fr/pin/492649937147657/">Pinterest</a></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Nothing is going on here. But still SO MUCH is happening anyway! I can prove it with these videos...</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/c78A0MxhYds" width="320" youtube-src-id="c78A0MxhYds"></iframe></div></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/gUiSTF7zTI0" width="320" youtube-src-id="gUiSTF7zTI0"></iframe></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Thank you for being a tourist passing through Mali`s Universe. Thank you for being a witness of all the stories going on inside my mind, simultaneously.
Like, share and comment! Thanks! π
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Malihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06717702697100919267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099288442291639157.post-12136906142105961022024-02-21T10:02:00.000-08:002024-02-27T01:53:57.304-08:00Making music / Cutting garlic...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsKlrRuRKeN0KUm-4OPoITXG0W3TgSNoy11Eps6l0mhqlC2NIH23BqBetpyP96TqJVgHKXS_O_mjiAsvfbLPxwm_OrbUMqeTyRTZaygcrWWJ6vNOc_JJwPj8rut1TruigGGzV16nAIYiepDjKLjKtS_TUBUIXCPJ12v8P9h4EFJnBZtWcCvwrR2cb4KCE/s1002/0fb7414579ba5eae6fe655d09499927e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1002" data-original-width="564" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsKlrRuRKeN0KUm-4OPoITXG0W3TgSNoy11Eps6l0mhqlC2NIH23BqBetpyP96TqJVgHKXS_O_mjiAsvfbLPxwm_OrbUMqeTyRTZaygcrWWJ6vNOc_JJwPj8rut1TruigGGzV16nAIYiepDjKLjKtS_TUBUIXCPJ12v8P9h4EFJnBZtWcCvwrR2cb4KCE/s16000/0fb7414579ba5eae6fe655d09499927e.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cool photo!π Things get WEIRD around here! Photo: <a href=" I just found a photo that I made from my archive. For no reason. ">Pinterest</a></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>I started to write on this post last month. So, this is a delayed post. I keep drafts in my archive. But you should SEE my music production archive. And sometimes a draft is a draft for a reason. Maybe it is a piece of shit? This is how I started the post while it was still go - time: Wassup? It`s me Mali here!</div><div>But I wish I was more like; "Please make yourself at home. Here`s your cup of tea, dear. The curtains are not from the Salvation Army. I picked these flowers myself. Yes, the pattern on my sofa is the same as Marie Antoinette`s floral patterned sofa". But this behavior is very unnatural to me. We Norwegians don`t even say "hi" AND we throw ourselves in the bushes when we see our neigbour. Yes, I DO speak for all of us.</div><div><br /></div><div>Making some music again after a LONG break. After deciding to just relax and invite the coffee drinking addiction again into my life. But I wasn`t able to sing due to a bad cough last month. I am starting to get better. Not coughing as much now. The garlic shots really saved me. Cut garlic and drink it like a shot (A small cup with water mixed with garlic) and BOOM SHAKALAKA! You feel better! π</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxrFD_gJIqEn0zXVC_aDM8PDBM1IubbW6k1fr2ugQ64CCyqOeUiKJCJxkDa8-lZ2zQtMl1MOImXpc9tP0YDKw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div><br /></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib2FdaE3BCjd6MZj084oiaMrj4evbFgQq35O8b8nEw77G8lHEm5nOnve10NJTAI_iNJAsscsUPKEpuScgf83YFVywnuZtsqEg9ioV_V89DlIGpM3s8k8pFXszLCnvKzM1RZR2gRe9EHk2VjDXVzhldyUnE0c5SOvEFc7UIwBNqUcVwgEBOg515OFDowWE/s2048/IMG_20140502_222030%5B1%5D.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib2FdaE3BCjd6MZj084oiaMrj4evbFgQq35O8b8nEw77G8lHEm5nOnve10NJTAI_iNJAsscsUPKEpuScgf83YFVywnuZtsqEg9ioV_V89DlIGpM3s8k8pFXszLCnvKzM1RZR2gRe9EHk2VjDXVzhldyUnE0c5SOvEFc7UIwBNqUcVwgEBOg515OFDowWE/s16000/IMG_20140502_222030%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I am not kidding. Here is a garlic shot a few years ago. I`ve been doing this for years.<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I NEVER stay away from music for too long. So, as soon as I can, I RUN BACK to my music editing software. Which right now is one of the latest versions of Mixcraft. Which is a pretty good software if you`re using a Windows PC. It has a built in library with LOTS of beats, drums, instruments, free loops and effects. I have used it for years. NO, it is NOT just like Fruityloops! Not even close! Don`t you even try it!π </div><div><br /></div><div>(PS! I have to edit this part. Recently this software has really started to cry for help. Nothing works! It just wants to make my vocals sound like a dying dinosaur. ("Mali, maybe you should take this as a sign?") No, that is NOT my voice! It wants me to use a golfclub on it. #internal humor that I will not explain)</div><div><br /></div><div>I would normally work with Logic Pro by Apple. But I do not have my stationary Mac machine here. SAD as h*ll, but I do not sit here and cry over it. I can never take it on the plane with me (to the South of France!) so I have to work with what I`ve got.<b> Life goes on and ROCK`N `ROLL!</b> π</div><div>BUT Windows computer rage does happen! I thought I was rocking, but then the blue screens of death wanted to join in with the rest of the music, the beats and drums. It`s like your brain explodes, and instead of rock and roll, I threw myself on the floor and rolled myself inside the carpet. Like a burito.</div><div>At least that is the scenario going on inside my mind, and will be my next move IF an Apple store doesn`t open where I live. LIE! But in my case it is better to PRETEND there is no Apple store.</div><div>With a MAC I know exactly how I want it to sound. Not the glitch sounds from all the Windows viruses...even though that is a cool sound and very futuristic, I am not into malware threats. No, I would love to make goth-disco, like from the 80`s / mixed with som modern stuff only I can come up with. Some synthesizer crap / real chaos. Painfully bad / good? The goth part comes in when you kinda have to dig a grave for yourself because what you`ve made is so freaking aweful. It is the crap going on inside of my mind coming to fruition. It is not finished yet, though. And never will. That has always been my favorite sentence. But this time I am going to finish SOMETHING. It is important to finish something. To be a "closer". A closer of a project.</div><div><br /></div><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Inspired by heavy rock bands</span> </h2><div><br /></div><div>Like the sh*t they played in the 80`s. I grew up with an older brother. A real metal head, lots of posters on the walls of Deep Purple and those old heavy rock bands - HATED it at the time, but now I understand what was going on. (He also had the KISS - posters. That was worse! I was scared.) He is to all kinds of genres (STILL! Still into these bands TRUST ME! When I am in Norway I hear the music through his open windows!) But as a little girl I did NOT appreciate the sound. It still made me who I am today. Ironically. I am into almost every genre. But I do like the heavy metal rock sound now. (Does not have to be metal, though.)</div><div><br /></div><div><b>PEACE AND LOVE!</b>β</div><div><br /></div><div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8wE8be7p3JsjwkXl3UQcTvzgFhyphenhyphenmSWhazF9bzkhAPFFRAsw7wbneQ0bqRvdd4VfiFUoP7GD8UmMtteKAMQuEmNaamoZut79zv9ejE86zJ_pqLQt4wkCbSVe8KGGuBPPHJJ6MwR3s0itQ1z1v_d7eh-zFhCd3D8GkKYt5dUbVNcGWTZKyri5QmJmZMEKc/s742/header-Gjenopprettet.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="556" data-original-width="742" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8wE8be7p3JsjwkXl3UQcTvzgFhyphenhyphenmSWhazF9bzkhAPFFRAsw7wbneQ0bqRvdd4VfiFUoP7GD8UmMtteKAMQuEmNaamoZut79zv9ejE86zJ_pqLQt4wkCbSVe8KGGuBPPHJJ6MwR3s0itQ1z1v_d7eh-zFhCd3D8GkKYt5dUbVNcGWTZKyri5QmJmZMEKc/s16000/header-Gjenopprettet.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I just found a photo that I made from my archive. For no reason. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Thank you for being a tourist passing through Mali`s Universe. Thank you for being a witness of all the stories going on inside my mind, simultaneously.
Like, share and comment! Thanks! π<div><br /></div><div>
<img alt="your photo name" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrWK0ZPxo67mxl1I36wpXfeaH9iv6nVWazDU8Gz847nMTs9L5w_x8U2TG5C06i5k0bD0BgO_VYZLwelxBNkr9QdWm5gwpaZtbrk0hXKU__bgPPRmLw-4_8sNyWWwQWUCIN-HX6IqmKMV7k/s1600/66cc83ee121146c271339bb85db4ad35.gif" /></div>Malihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06717702697100919267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099288442291639157.post-84893493400059070002024-02-21T09:40:00.000-08:002024-02-21T12:14:16.861-08:00People do NOT care!<div><br /></div><div>People are busy with their own lives. They are busy worrying about if they screw up and that`s why they don`t have time to even give you a little tiny thought to find out if you screwed up or not. They are busy with paying bills, figuring out how NOT the pay the bills, looking up going off grid on YouTube, cooking food. What`s the best air fryer on the market? Gotta fry up some chicken so that I get even fatter this year. Yeaaah! I had no idea what to cook today, by the way - until I decided to use the last pasta. Mix the Tagliatelle with the Spagetti, throw in some Pesto sauce (the cheapest brand!) throw in butter, then some milk and call it pasta Pesto because it looked alien-green. It tasted like out of this world. But yummy!</div><div><br /></div><div> All of this time I was unfortunately not busy even remebering you, so why the h*ll should average people remember me? Perhaps they sat on the toilet like I did a few months ago because I got the stumack flu. (I`ll NEVER forget that!) Who knows? Most importantly; who cares? We are the superbusy androids programmed to mind our own businesses. Me, me, me. You stay over there! My country, your country. Wining about being busy ("Oh, how important everything is!") And how work went...and let`s NOT forget how things are going on with the kiddos. And always driving somewhere."Stuck in traffic again!" Well, I solved this issue early on by not getting a driver`s licence. Very smart indeed! But I was too scared to drive. That was the main reason. I tried to drive but felt that the car was TOO BIG and I lost control with an uncontrollable "muscle" that wasn`t mine, outside of my body. </div><div><br /></div><div>By the way; I actually wonder how it would feel to be stuck in traffic while getting something called ...diarrhea? My humor is SO stupid, I know!πBut please tell me in the message section below if this is something that you`ve experienced...</div><div><br /></div><div>Most people have at least one obsession with a series on TV or a video game. <b>But not with you</b>. (My stalker has an obsession with me. But the stalker doesn`t count here. Actually; I started to experience that the person became less of a stalker as soon as I completely forgot about the person.) Trust me, you don`t cross their minds. </div><div><br /></div><div>Even me as a blogger. Always yelling out there "READ my freaking blog posts you morons!" They have NO REASON to and they will not waste their precious TIME clicking on my useless blog posts. Trust me! </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">PEOPLE.</span><span style="color: #38761d;"> DO. </span><span style="color: #ff00fe;">NOT.</span> <span style="color: #ffa400;">CARE!</span></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjABTfN4jZhKGM1S64lZ8m7yq-TTT5Ib_PZgdesI3vWo_WSJ7SSCF6Oap93Bd1arWoVe1CLEk4H104iois8-0kmZCCOAmAHpLDWzTWzg7ozmaLjrC7rOsP5rLsCI9dnf_tCDcES2Gzym0Shvq2ju8ISyGsrqTKA9Ky-g_z78Ad2mQ6gbU0xd2_vAViMM5E/s500/f811143e4be491a24fd48394e0defe32.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="413" data-original-width="500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjABTfN4jZhKGM1S64lZ8m7yq-TTT5Ib_PZgdesI3vWo_WSJ7SSCF6Oap93Bd1arWoVe1CLEk4H104iois8-0kmZCCOAmAHpLDWzTWzg7ozmaLjrC7rOsP5rLsCI9dnf_tCDcES2Gzym0Shvq2ju8ISyGsrqTKA9Ky-g_z78Ad2mQ6gbU0xd2_vAViMM5E/s16000/f811143e4be491a24fd48394e0defe32.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>This is a good thing because it actually frees you from all the pressure. Now you can go on an do exactly what you want. Nobody really cares anyway. Even if you are hugely successful. And your face is on every front page of the news for whatever reason. </div><div><br /></div><div>That`s why I encourage you today to be yourself <b>100%. </b></div><div><br /></div><div>I am trying too, no matter what people say. And it feels like a struggle sometimes. But without a struggle life is not interesting or fun. What do people who get everything they want on a silver platter learn? Nothing. No more obstacles to work through, just laying there in the bathtub (Bad example! That`s what we all want after a rough day!)</div><div><br /></div><div>Go live your life and don`t care what people think! Because most of them don`t care. And not a lot of people think either. This 9-5 kind of "thing" isn`t really thinking out of the box. "I had a stable 9-5 and the rest was history". Didn`t really make history, did they? They were just sitting there in front of a computer screen looking at numbers. Not realizing they were just a number as well. Like a number in the crowd of sheep. There were many doors to choose from but some reason they all just chose to exit the same door. Where the owner was waiting for them. And you know how this story ended. They went to the slaughterhouse. Just something to think about. </div><div><br /></div><div>And that`s why we have to become VEGAN! #joke #irony #puke, I don`t think people CARE about your veganism? You certainly aren`t doing it for yourself. I tried to be vegan. Five worst seconds of my life.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks for reading. </div><div><br /></div><div>- Mali is serving you realness, being brutally honest, in a world of illusion and lies .π</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div><img alt="your photo name" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrWK0ZPxo67mxl1I36wpXfeaH9iv6nVWazDU8Gz847nMTs9L5w_x8U2TG5C06i5k0bD0BgO_VYZLwelxBNkr9QdWm5gwpaZtbrk0hXKU__bgPPRmLw-4_8sNyWWwQWUCIN-HX6IqmKMV7k/s1600/66cc83ee121146c271339bb85db4ad35.gif" /></div></div>Malihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06717702697100919267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099288442291639157.post-7754571777331146402024-02-18T01:22:00.000-08:002024-02-19T05:42:23.217-08:00 Recent videos (One about Windows)<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrqqUL3EcXozzg3K7saULA8ZAkE4gs3Q-kI3QLTVuZcuLeEzpHEAQanu0FhEr8vr0Yo_bOKgMbpPaW5RHNca5RyN0zZR_ouBfavWAb_nE7zbiGwFv_A89bdo6enV1h956-K8qMqjrfdpPOj3NstzHEzX98gLa5AU7ZWoqsuiddKLEsKd4rf5vmW871j38/s960/Image1.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrqqUL3EcXozzg3K7saULA8ZAkE4gs3Q-kI3QLTVuZcuLeEzpHEAQanu0FhEr8vr0Yo_bOKgMbpPaW5RHNca5RyN0zZR_ouBfavWAb_nE7zbiGwFv_A89bdo6enV1h956-K8qMqjrfdpPOj3NstzHEzX98gLa5AU7ZWoqsuiddKLEsKd4rf5vmW871j38/s16000/Image1.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I started to write this post early on Friday without any new videos yet. But late on Friday evening after it got dark outside and other people (Not me) are out partying or experiencing a typical Friday (kind of wasting their time, but I guess they need that after a boring 9-5 kind of job) I devoted my precious freetime to making videos, like I ALWAYS do. </div><div><br /></div><div>So, this is how I originally started this post...</div><div><br /></div><div>It`s the weekend and it`s time to have fun. It is actually weekend almost every day in my life. I am not sure if it`s weekend or if I`m just unemployed. (Mali, that was a clever thing to say! Irony. You know you have valid and good reason for your situation.) I hope these videos strike a chord with you, my fans (I have...3. Two friends..and my mom. Maybe not the best thing to say either. You know what? To h*ll with what you should and shouldn`t say!π This is MY blog and I freaking do whatever I want!)</div><div><br /></div><div>And here`s a question that I`ve gotten from time to time: "Why do you make these videos, Mali?" <b>I want you to hate me. </b>I want you to hatewatch all of my videos and share them with your friends with the message "What the h*ll is wrong with this person?" Or "This is one weird person!" Both of these examples work well for me. Because it drives traffic to my blog.</div><div><br /></div><div>But obviously I shouldn`t say that in case my mother is reading this. We are an average family after all. She`s really TRYING! To make me average. But I think she`s losing her grip on me. Finally. I am now 41? I have to ask.π So, she`s calling me once in a while. That`s an understatement! But fortunately for me her passion for knitting woolen socks has really taken off. Knitting like crazy. Like 50 socks that she`s collecting. Either she`s throwing them behind the coach or she`s delivering them to The Salvation Army. I mean, somebody should wear them!</div><div><br /></div><div>I have an OBSESSION about not liking Windows, even though I use it. So, here`s a video about that...</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Pc6yOKz_rg8" width="320" youtube-src-id="Pc6yOKz_rg8"></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div>And here`s another video just to set the mood. Weekend vibes. Sunday vibes...</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/GYs89O1gMNo" width="320" youtube-src-id="GYs89O1gMNo"></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div>Even a Sunday should be a happy day. Not a day when you are anxious about tomorrow. To me every day is a happy day because Monday will be the same for me like the rest of the week.π</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWNBtmfCYQ4NH7Ez2ycto86i1TPTG_st759cG8Xp8UPBtoA5DRgZicP4u9C4PMMLdRTPBjxWIwFTFc4ImrMnGQSKLToZ-MPjoxIOtY36Dn9xQ7XhlRmDyIIs_Qqf3vIohZRCLIqIPIV28foD0XwWquCTsZfWAnd6PUBjtC-807d1Tc0FYunm6xKIgOnxw/s612/54a6396992ea010018e64103d00c6c35.gif" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="612" data-original-width="536" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWNBtmfCYQ4NH7Ez2ycto86i1TPTG_st759cG8Xp8UPBtoA5DRgZicP4u9C4PMMLdRTPBjxWIwFTFc4ImrMnGQSKLToZ-MPjoxIOtY36Dn9xQ7XhlRmDyIIs_Qqf3vIohZRCLIqIPIV28foD0XwWquCTsZfWAnd6PUBjtC-807d1Tc0FYunm6xKIgOnxw/s16000/54a6396992ea010018e64103d00c6c35.gif" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo: <a href="https://www.pinterest.fr/pin/33636328442176489/">Pinterest</a></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Thank you for being a tourist passing through Mali`s Universe. Thank you for being a witness of all the stories going on inside my mind, simultaneously.
Like, share and comment! Thanks! π
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Malihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06717702697100919267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099288442291639157.post-67796087180197255072024-02-13T11:55:00.000-08:002024-02-15T04:34:44.920-08:00I do whatever I want<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGaNClYDTVi2GbUs7R_v5OK7__Dr2u4q7hvqIu0SnS0q0hLpaHf4l53Yn4mdq8rV_3wuxFrCJBCv0QQEqR4t8TMybmxyxB8Cvs-aDLzqZXWhpXQSw43Vdsa9hUJuqmQ9yVM_e7loN2JdVBt8qxxH-NHwCiKs36oLadcPCgrSwhc_pOGUHUXNUjWRfzhrs/s3216/weird.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3216" data-original-width="2448" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGaNClYDTVi2GbUs7R_v5OK7__Dr2u4q7hvqIu0SnS0q0hLpaHf4l53Yn4mdq8rV_3wuxFrCJBCv0QQEqR4t8TMybmxyxB8Cvs-aDLzqZXWhpXQSw43Vdsa9hUJuqmQ9yVM_e7loN2JdVBt8qxxH-NHwCiKs36oLadcPCgrSwhc_pOGUHUXNUjWRfzhrs/s16000/weird.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am not going to stop creating weird art just because someone told me not to. <b>NEVER!</b> Would YOU stop being who you are? Picasso didn`t give sh*t what people said and some of his art was pretty messed up. He just continued on his artistic journey. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here is a normal video that I typically make by myself, at home, editing in my pajamas at night.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/4kpa02T3Lh4" width="320" youtube-src-id="4kpa02T3Lh4"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Here is an unlisted video (below) that I had to unpublish from YouTube because SOME PEOPLE (Boring people!) complained about how weird this video is. Yes, I`ts weird! But hey...my BFF (one of my BFF`s) have super-weird but cool humor (I think it`s cool! And I kinda...don`t care about your opinions. SORRY!π)...</div><div><br /></div><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Welcome to the WEIRD ZONE!</span></h2><div><br /></div><div>My friend made this in respect for me, he said. I am not ashamed of this at all. (No, he doesn`t actually hate me.) LOL!π</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/7BbBqjbf9A0" width="320" youtube-src-id="7BbBqjbf9A0"></iframe></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Thank you for being a tourist passing through Mali`s Universe. Thank you for being a witness of all the stories going on inside my mind, simultaneously.
Like, share and comment! Thanks! π
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Malihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06717702697100919267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099288442291639157.post-84980544365827883782024-02-10T10:15:00.000-08:002024-02-10T23:21:03.466-08:00Never listen to the haters! / Recent videos<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPWO1nqHWeX422VMuvyI3eSyBx_3Q7nSIsOo4G9WC2Qxdo24KKv70OTKZusZeem5JFm85KkFQ7qvijem_siJK9phT9Xf_03Lhv6_WrcFmYbL5-1Rj4DQ1hf9ocZT32mch2s5iwpdWVeQ2kmra6F0t7eFSoU64EKfftkmsvddaZrXbIgIHHucUaF_Fkug8/s960/Image3.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPWO1nqHWeX422VMuvyI3eSyBx_3Q7nSIsOo4G9WC2Qxdo24KKv70OTKZusZeem5JFm85KkFQ7qvijem_siJK9phT9Xf_03Lhv6_WrcFmYbL5-1Rj4DQ1hf9ocZT32mch2s5iwpdWVeQ2kmra6F0t7eFSoU64EKfftkmsvddaZrXbIgIHHucUaF_Fkug8/s16000/Image3.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Wecome back to my creative corner. I am going to label this post as "vlog" even though I have not actually tried to vlog recently. I am not really into following instructions, and a vlog should be about a day in your life. And I usually just "boom POW!" And that was that. And nobody understood anything. So, for that reason I will never become your typical vlogger. Your Casey Neistat 2. </div><div><br /></div><div>Video proof right here:</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/cYvSk9lGFTo" width="320" youtube-src-id="cYvSk9lGFTo"></iframe></div><br /><div>And this video I made yesterday just to get into the rhythm of making videos again...</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Od9KamDjSNw" width="320" youtube-src-id="Od9KamDjSNw"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And before I say "goodbye my fans" for now, please remember!:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOOANTQ_Hc4fZX8FklK-_cKqZ8Q52GMMjiBI-K4dagvp6EA6A_R3XRqZne3spkyXMhbiydtmwlRxHYx7bNGim3RDrN3ePo2FOWsffRmni6jVC7cr-DAs5-71UAwZQ3IliF84MbgBCaoanvgkB7wVUyCOjDHRKigEHl11JeCaVDT1NoNyl564OXD_YXj5s/s550/Image3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="498" data-original-width="550" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOOANTQ_Hc4fZX8FklK-_cKqZ8Q52GMMjiBI-K4dagvp6EA6A_R3XRqZne3spkyXMhbiydtmwlRxHYx7bNGim3RDrN3ePo2FOWsffRmni6jVC7cr-DAs5-71UAwZQ3IliF84MbgBCaoanvgkB7wVUyCOjDHRKigEHl11JeCaVDT1NoNyl564OXD_YXj5s/s16000/Image3.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Kalam; font-size: x-large;">Goodbye my <b>WONDERFUL FANS</b> all over the world!π</span></div><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Thank you for being a tourist passing through Mali`s Universe. Thank you for being a witness of all the stories going on inside my mind, simultaneously. Like, share and comment! Thanks!π</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div><div> </div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjntHZiM4sSI2mfjR5clIbePy3blIB8VLbYDXN30UzM9sVdOIp6Bp0kDY1kI4OxRx7HxrsonhfaTvc7qM4R2e_-wCGrdxbINnvhPzgQmkxbPTjYKyRa7t9brFY4rIyBbH7W-rsHoGev4tReUq2lBcPmtN4Cpi3A8FsVto4JOnJFrRgN4oMJKMO6IZofmA/s2560/the%20mali%20show%20(1).png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="2560" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjntHZiM4sSI2mfjR5clIbePy3blIB8VLbYDXN30UzM9sVdOIp6Bp0kDY1kI4OxRx7HxrsonhfaTvc7qM4R2e_-wCGrdxbINnvhPzgQmkxbPTjYKyRa7t9brFY4rIyBbH7W-rsHoGev4tReUq2lBcPmtN4Cpi3A8FsVto4JOnJFrRgN4oMJKMO6IZofmA/s16000/the%20mali%20show%20(1).png" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div>Malihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06717702697100919267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099288442291639157.post-69244776548398449682024-02-06T06:38:00.000-08:002024-02-10T23:40:03.363-08:00Vloggen til en venn<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7IAUK6UhqVoxgIzWr7l0cDCEegB_IwW7hG66Q53ddJmfQ_ZFsnEPgtBiMROMBZ-Dm6HuUOFrGYhiEk23TYNlQQUrEj8SeT_qpMHvVRBw4oK5BkJ5qPizFHXyfidkhW4X-3pmIwWlzbZMPzJva0qEVLv2F5ZWKyK0keJVT1KXo_pKw8cVgtK4YLLPfkHs/s843/Skjermbilde%202024-02-06%20162020.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="410" data-original-width="843" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7IAUK6UhqVoxgIzWr7l0cDCEegB_IwW7hG66Q53ddJmfQ_ZFsnEPgtBiMROMBZ-Dm6HuUOFrGYhiEk23TYNlQQUrEj8SeT_qpMHvVRBw4oK5BkJ5qPizFHXyfidkhW4X-3pmIwWlzbZMPzJva0qEVLv2F5ZWKyK0keJVT1KXo_pKw8cVgtK4YLLPfkHs/s16000/Skjermbilde%202024-02-06%20162020.png" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Her er vloggen til en venn som jeg har samarbeidet med i mange Γ₯r...</div><div><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xsURKLcqUec&ab_channel=KimEdwinJektvik">Idol Mali - vlog episode</a> Ja, den handler om ho Idol Mali denne gangen. Eller rettere sagt den karakteren jeg spilte pΓ₯ Idol i 2006. FΓΈr jeg ble gjenfΓΈdt som dem Mali jeg er NΓ ! π Er ikke sΓ₯ gira pΓ₯ den der auditionen for Γ₯ si der mildt. Makan for ei berte! Men angrer ALDRI! Jeg hadde aldri lagd videoer den dag i dag hvis jeg ikke var med pΓ₯ dette. Fordi det var nettopp denne opplevelsen som fΓΈrte til at jeg ville ha flere videoer av meg selv pΓ₯ YouTube. Slik at folk kunne finne meg andre steder. Slik at "Ja, hun er jo bare en komiker, da" Og "Det er jo bare pΓ₯ tull daaa..." </div><div>Eller som broren min sier; </div><div><b><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Kalam; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></div><div><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Kalam; font-size: x-large;">"Det e no forbajnna toill!"</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Det skal jeg ikke nekte for. Men jeg er ikke den eneste pΓ₯ mitt vakre slektstre som er komikere, "stars in their own right" for Γ₯ si det sΓ₯nn. Uten Γ₯ gΓ₯ i detalj. Uten Γ₯ nevne enkeltindivider. (Dette er intern humor.)</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/xsURKLcqUec" width="320" youtube-src-id="xsURKLcqUec"></iframe></div><br /><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Kalam; font-size: x-large;">FΓΈlg vloggen til han Kim! Den er<b> KUL.</b> <b>K</b> - for Ka f*en. <b>U</b> -for Ubrukelig. Og <b>L</b>- for Latskap. </span></div><div><br /></div><div>Men heldigvis sΓ₯ er det kule folk med, spesielt Berit. Jeg elsker partiet hvor hun smiler fordi hun nettopp blokkerte meg pΓ₯ Facebook. Loves it! π Kim er middels kul. Med de rosa skibrillene jeg sΓ₯ vidt sΓ₯ i en episode kunne han fΓ₯tt frem 80-tallet litt bedre, synes jeg. Gjennom Γ₯ ha de pΓ₯ oftere. Gjerne med matchende outfit. Han og Berit. Retro stil. Noe vi er enige om at vi er fan av og fΓ₯r inspirajon fra. Jeg gir denne vloggen en femmer. FemstjΓ¦rnersh! Det er mest p.g.a alle mine deltakelser i vloggen. Jeg gΓ₯r tilbake og ser pΓ₯ ALLE episodene hvor jeg var med. Og analyserer de, gransker de. Heldivis er jeg med! π Men nΓ₯r jeg ikke er med blir det en sΓ₯nn nedtur. Men det hender seg at jeg ser et kort klipp av Idol-Mali og da setter jeg over kaffen, ja. Men jeg setter ofte kaffen i halsen nΓ₯r jeg ser innholdet i vloggen til han Kim. For da var jeg ikke med. Ikke en gang hestehalen pΓ₯ sida var med. Det er trist. Men nΓ₯r det gjelder akkurat denne episoden sΓ₯ ble jeg ekstra fornΓΈyd. Endelig noen gode ord om ho Idol-Mali. Endelig noen som tar i mot ho med strake armer. Og verdsetter kunstformen Performace Art. Og gir f*an om hun tryner pΓ₯ glattisen i sitt eget Kashmirskjerf, kjΓΈpt pΓ₯ Fretex. Heldigvis ser hun bedre ut enn de bak kameraet og statistene som ellers er med i vloggene. Hele hennes deltakelse hever denne vloggen fra bunnen av Estestadsdammen der den ellers hadde blitt avglemt. Men Idol - Mali reddet vloggen. Hennes kunstneriske talent hever kvaliteten fra en klar toer til en fin femmer. Ubrukelig blir brukbart. Igjen. Og vi som er sΓ₯ oppatt av gjenbruk. Henger pΓ₯ Fretex og sΓ₯nne steder. Vi tok oss en fin kaffe og bolle pΓ₯ den bruktbutikken sist. Planla noe stunts. Men det virket som om Kim bare var opptatt av seg selv. Og egen deltakelse i sin egen vlogg. Det er trist. Der satt jeg da, med melisen rundt munnen (fra bollen.) Som ble nΓΈye dokumentert i en av vloggene hans. Noe jeg kanskje syntes var litt pΓ₯ kanten, men vi endte opp med en latter. Og det er det som betyr noe.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hilsen fan, stalker (Stalker meg selv i hver vloggepisode), hater (misliker nΓ₯r jeg ikke fΓ₯r vΓ¦re med i vloggen) og venn (kremt-host-host!) Kollega. Men kankje det blir litt dΓ₯rlig nΓ₯ fremover....</div><div><br /></div><div>Vi blogges!</div><div><br /></div><div>Hele Norges Idol-Mali.π</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQI7ubT5ZtuSw-Prxs0ydefWbq3_xFvS1lJU7EUuGksfdlfhLM5CHKI0tevUrk1QEdCLc-JsaaaGoZxkwFdbq_KpwC1CSRmHn7KWgvZc_4HZGObEZQe9NwZIf8NDf-NuYZ5DvacFmOqiRabDg3t3BcQqyT-igW1pW_u0eg0nhoVbr05SMZGBPbkCi5uU/s1270/Medieval.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="1270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQI7ubT5ZtuSw-Prxs0ydefWbq3_xFvS1lJU7EUuGksfdlfhLM5CHKI0tevUrk1QEdCLc-JsaaaGoZxkwFdbq_KpwC1CSRmHn7KWgvZc_4HZGObEZQe9NwZIf8NDf-NuYZ5DvacFmOqiRabDg3t3BcQqyT-igW1pW_u0eg0nhoVbr05SMZGBPbkCi5uU/s16000/Medieval.png" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br />Malihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06717702697100919267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099288442291639157.post-19415443380627715382024-02-05T06:04:00.000-08:002024-02-07T00:21:47.566-08:00Don`t care what people think!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>I was never accepted in the area where I grew up for being creative. Rural area, by the way! Not accepted for being who I am, basically! Avant-garde - art (which I feel that I could be categorized as, although I hate categories) is not really acceptable on the freaking countryside.π Great place to be. GREAT nature! Many fields and trees where you can hide, which I did do. That`s where I got all my ideas.</div><div><br /></div><div>Even though many of my family members are/were really creative people they didn`t really practise or talk about art at home. So I didn`t fit in for that reason. I dislike victimizing myself, so I am not going to do that. That`s not me at all. Because I really don`t give sh*t what people think. And if people don`t appreciate whatever I am doing, then get out! The door is over there! Life is too short for the haters and the naysayers.</div><div><br /></div><div>But the thing is; to stop people from bothering you and calling you on the telephone on a Sunday just before lunch, you have to change up things a little bit. NEVER STOP doing what you`re doing, but do it a little different from now on. So, I am figuring out a STYLE and a concept that will make everybody happy. A new formula. Something that elderly women with their knitting tools can still enjoy watching. And say to themselves; "I have no idea why she`s running around in her leopard boots holding a cactus, that she threw in the air and it landed somewhere far away....I wonder what`s going on here? She is probably making a fashion statement" (That was just an example. I`ve never made a video like that.) You know, elderly people they don`t understand avant-garde and The Met Galla and the New York or Paris fashion week. </div><div><br /></div><div>But the sad thing for me is; leopard is really not that HOT right now.π</div><div><br /></div><div>Disappointed by my own realization I slowly but surely try to change my own mindset. Maybe I should try out some new looks? </div><div><br /></div><div><b>H*LL NO</b>!π</div><div><br /></div><div>It is sad that I don`t have a photo wearing leopard right now. By the way, I DO have one...</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpwPfz6xgyy75AS2bNuNyWFlJuV3xIsT_Gj_AwDNoRsIAw_7Q1NfncxAn73GwwXhLSBqDy_ncZPW6nN1WIl7tdDZPvl38_cgAMe0Sfi0CJVORGPkpUpFP-ZPeuSd4SohTpfr4IXCsD23I5jNSEUfWmNlwI7ltpBqpvKjFAndkqGWkZzXXY7fFaAW5NCA8/s875/Skjermbilde%20(5).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="458" data-original-width="875" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpwPfz6xgyy75AS2bNuNyWFlJuV3xIsT_Gj_AwDNoRsIAw_7Q1NfncxAn73GwwXhLSBqDy_ncZPW6nN1WIl7tdDZPvl38_cgAMe0Sfi0CJVORGPkpUpFP-ZPeuSd4SohTpfr4IXCsD23I5jNSEUfWmNlwI7ltpBqpvKjFAndkqGWkZzXXY7fFaAW5NCA8/s16000/Skjermbilde%20(5).jpg" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: Architects Daughter;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"><b>Be who you are and don`t care what people think!</b></span><span style="color: #bf9000; font-size: x-large;"> </span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Here are my recent unpublic videos from The Mali Show on YouTube. Right now I would like to describe it as the "sh*t show". And more serious and decent content will be created for this channel soon. That is my next project and goal. Because this is way to weird even for me...</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Architects Daughter; font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #b45f06;">Welcome to The Sh*t Sh</span><span style="color: #b45f06;">ow</span><span style="color: #b45f06;">!</span></b></span><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: x-large;"><b>π«£</b></span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/pTBLm39HrXI" width="320" youtube-src-id="pTBLm39HrXI"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/FMnNM6yO_bM" width="320" youtube-src-id="FMnNM6yO_bM"></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/RlhtedxtEbQ" width="320" youtube-src-id="RlhtedxtEbQ"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/QsDhNuGzGYk" width="320" youtube-src-id="QsDhNuGzGYk"></iframe></div><br /><div>It is okay that something is weird, but it also has to be WELL produced which I do not consider this to be. (The videos above!) <b>Very lo-fi. </b></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl7_sieTbcDCKl7LNlNA6WgjJvnpB4OFStRT5pElNMOAFBycr5vHqhO-z-nyYpmVwYnSOXq07WzeThKvhyphenhyphenf-W_IwFjLqKTW7yY_zdbqQdIqSbf2FTG6TzIR1ZleeHBIPXT3LSOQDOa0dELLng4HxFU_iQUach4ZzkhZORjQYSAQVeaCyVmGwfKzrkJhZY/s1280/notthisearth.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl7_sieTbcDCKl7LNlNA6WgjJvnpB4OFStRT5pElNMOAFBycr5vHqhO-z-nyYpmVwYnSOXq07WzeThKvhyphenhyphenf-W_IwFjLqKTW7yY_zdbqQdIqSbf2FTG6TzIR1ZleeHBIPXT3LSOQDOa0dELLng4HxFU_iQUach4ZzkhZORjQYSAQVeaCyVmGwfKzrkJhZY/s16000/notthisearth.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Thank you for being a tourist passing through Mali`s Universe. Thank you for being a witness of all the stories going on inside my mind, simultaneously.
Like, share and comment! Thanks! π
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Malihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06717702697100919267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099288442291639157.post-8828864637780171602024-02-04T02:36:00.000-08:002024-02-07T21:58:01.642-08:00Deleted a blog / stuck<div><br /></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsd5HOYZCwgB6E6x5F_-DFcX1XASLtEUuY0RT-X9bZIg5HKFmiOLELfAnOcbDBXVPtwtHQxkAIQCd9G8MGK5SPa01EMTmzUyNQ3cqGClxQmCdurGXtp8WAUYpw7nYLWcmJpu3UJsniLD43qodWN7EzPzS4CkMcsjwUwcTeIM_R8G-vGTlSdTEu4nfPQtw/s1040/Skjermbilde%202017-09-30%20kl.%2005.51.49.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="607" data-original-width="1040" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsd5HOYZCwgB6E6x5F_-DFcX1XASLtEUuY0RT-X9bZIg5HKFmiOLELfAnOcbDBXVPtwtHQxkAIQCd9G8MGK5SPa01EMTmzUyNQ3cqGClxQmCdurGXtp8WAUYpw7nYLWcmJpu3UJsniLD43qodWN7EzPzS4CkMcsjwUwcTeIM_R8G-vGTlSdTEu4nfPQtw/s16000/Skjermbilde%202017-09-30%20kl.%2005.51.49.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stuck. Thinking about my next faux pas. </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Today I deleted "The Mali Show" - blog and imported all the blog posts from that blog into this one. Now I own ONE DOMAIN ONLY! Thank GOD!π No more confusion!πI had not used the other blog since Christmas 2023. Go Daddy wanted me to renew the domain and I was like...I don`t think so.</div><div>Not today! Not tomorrow and not for the rest of the year. I know you have more probems in your life than a simple blogging-problem.π But to me this is HUGE! The "famous" blogger that I am.<b> NOT!</b></div><div>I`ve said once or twice that I want to become a famous blogger, but I am not a "blogger". I am more like...an avant-garde kind of artist. (That hasn`t made anything yet!) Kind of like Yoko Ono? Yes, sometimes I see myself in her. Nobody understands anything. With a lot of comedy. And I share whatever I`m doing on my blog. </div><div><br /></div><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Let me figure out a real faux pas</span></h2><div><br /></div><div>But right now I am <b>STUCK</b>. I have a project but...I will finish it before this summer (2024) arrives.</div><div>In the meanwhile I will probably vlog meaningless content for my YouTube channel. Meaningless sh*t! π Zooming in real close on the bushes outside, drink coca cola straight from the bottle, wear more leopard. YES! I fogot that I really am into leopard. WHY have I NOT wore any leopard recently? Am I depressed? Why is it so hard to create that "I don`t give a sh*t" kind of art? But I will, though. Let me just get dressed. Let me just figure out a real faux pas before I leave the house. </div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBcNc2KrXLhpJXiokmb1MFJVP2JrKDuemd6Tg6M0PIctOc-TCc9Y5ed6VdymtufjUpmSogIJdYw6yL_-3c9VkrVKvHvz1vVG7hMzql0NHtau_pb-oMJsb1wNaStEDfPNN6Ympi8zYsley-DiWNVSW1WQC_InlI9fs3fHS4dZWhrKLSjn2KgAsHRS33-So/s845/bf198e5275b894e49d499ef40d8276d5.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="845" data-original-width="564" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBcNc2KrXLhpJXiokmb1MFJVP2JrKDuemd6Tg6M0PIctOc-TCc9Y5ed6VdymtufjUpmSogIJdYw6yL_-3c9VkrVKvHvz1vVG7hMzql0NHtau_pb-oMJsb1wNaStEDfPNN6Ympi8zYsley-DiWNVSW1WQC_InlI9fs3fHS4dZWhrKLSjn2KgAsHRS33-So/s16000/bf198e5275b894e49d499ef40d8276d5.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo: <a href="https://www.pinterest.fr/pin/71142869240951987/">Pinterest</a></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaJCzD5c4AQ_KlvZ8YySo_CfL3iHCRpAUEggKGSH-XDNNDU9yDfYUs0SpaclbGTtjMXIFiFBGSeBy2AVA7-l58Yg1msYdUDY9Qh9OyeM077390LUl0aQELLN0OUPZIDGpx90KR55IahOiOiSIW177cRD2iOZm6GwGU1yPTjPVbLmi9DdZiw-motVRORgI/s476/LOVER%20IN%20THE%20NITE.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="261" data-original-width="476" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaJCzD5c4AQ_KlvZ8YySo_CfL3iHCRpAUEggKGSH-XDNNDU9yDfYUs0SpaclbGTtjMXIFiFBGSeBy2AVA7-l58Yg1msYdUDY9Qh9OyeM077390LUl0aQELLN0OUPZIDGpx90KR55IahOiOiSIW177cRD2iOZm6GwGU1yPTjPVbLmi9DdZiw-motVRORgI/s16000/LOVER%20IN%20THE%20NITE.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The day I realized who I am. </td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgueyrpIoH5XMYpg6Ao0jTG58-6H8tHDtvu8dmqT5vxEFcYc1IDWBnnJfFNp3x8SrcNOSgF_cKfJWN-5RMfulP5OKHTuQYRoIoWDgHu98LPG9KKMWBeEktBHuGhWNuPYmE1XnPDXjPRt_A06WjmRYYxsGQZzoyEyPentnnPK-nAABiajQMGMzraJZ_Ln2A/s479/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="427" data-original-width="479" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgueyrpIoH5XMYpg6Ao0jTG58-6H8tHDtvu8dmqT5vxEFcYc1IDWBnnJfFNp3x8SrcNOSgF_cKfJWN-5RMfulP5OKHTuQYRoIoWDgHu98LPG9KKMWBeEktBHuGhWNuPYmE1XnPDXjPRt_A06WjmRYYxsGQZzoyEyPentnnPK-nAABiajQMGMzraJZ_Ln2A/s16000/Untitled-1.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Thank you for being a tourist passing through Mali`s Universe. Thank you for being a witness of all the stories going on inside my mind, simultaneously.
Like, share and comment! Thanks! π
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Malihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06717702697100919267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099288442291639157.post-84227363094849073992024-01-21T23:51:00.000-08:002024-01-22T06:04:39.584-08:00Find Mali everywhere! No, I`m NOT in MALI!<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG30wUAcOITIRmP7DQw0drJEkJr8YRkE9bjZqZCyrIV5Zgb6FQ4XXvVr4oYdVbLZGbxH7jsl9XIA2SBXyP_F3P-sKqM355rZO_dkhvF-rzBcRcLTOaBQOWSjx-M6J6U1zGq0qlJriKwxk3aIEoNkHW8ZT_W5AOyFqFndXnv38dmG9za-5J-aC70U3Q4Nc/s3264/winner.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG30wUAcOITIRmP7DQw0drJEkJr8YRkE9bjZqZCyrIV5Zgb6FQ4XXvVr4oYdVbLZGbxH7jsl9XIA2SBXyP_F3P-sKqM355rZO_dkhvF-rzBcRcLTOaBQOWSjx-M6J6U1zGq0qlJriKwxk3aIEoNkHW8ZT_W5AOyFqFndXnv38dmG9za-5J-aC70U3Q4Nc/s16000/winner.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Hi, and welcome back! Find Mali <b>EVERYWHERE!</b> What is going on with her? Well...</div><div><br /></div><div>I am on many blogs and even a website (Google sites do count! π Actually NOT. but anyways...) I am updating my online presence. Now, isn`t that cool AND life changing? </div><div><br /></div><div>Okay, okay I get ya!π</div><div><br /></div><div>What has Mali from Bali been up to lately:</div><div><br /></div><div><ol style="text-align: left;"><li>Updated a google site about myself (Who else?) one hour ago! <a href="https://sites.google.com/view/malisuniverse/photos">Idol Mali - Photos</a></li><li>Wrote one more blog post on two different Wordpress-blogs last night. Like you really care!π</li><li>I love lists. I should continue! Okay, I`m just kidding!π</li></ol></div><div><a href="https://malimyuniverse.wordpress.com/2024/01/20/my-other-blogs/">My other blog(s)</a> and <a href="https://themalishow.wordpress.com/2024/01/20/where-am-i/">Where can you find me?</a> like that is something interesting that people should care about. NOT! But I am <b>NOT ON TIKTOK! </b>Not anymore.<b> </b>That would be a <b>DISASTER! </b>Thank GOOOD I realized that! I am not against TikTok, but it is not for me. (Not right now anyway. I have my personal reasons too. I had an annoying stalker!)<br /></div><div><br /></div><blockquote><div>Put your self out there, people say! Stand out, they say! Well, I am standing outside. That is why I am outstanding. I also understand, innerstand and overstand if you want to know the truth.</div></blockquote><div><br /></div><div>The title says "Find Mali everywhere! No, I`m NOT in MALI!". And I DO NOT have a one-way-ticket to Bali either. And for that reason I decided many years ago, to create my own universe. </div><div><br /></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS2PoaDYw9bMHns08r0hlSmnstIsyogxJbtSm80egLTeU1HbErIRnB1z6EjN1hy3RN-Xi3llZSjLRxd1qPVGnk7LfQlqb1JdQit9AT-0iH-KtofXW7oJvX-gcubNgxi-LT4hv_QrLTlsTBsFHjTRFMwJPh5y9TW9IbrPkdIvvhNsw5JRBmfcPcHHt9S6Y/s1086/Skjermbilde%202017-10-10%20kl.%2008.28.40.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="581" data-original-width="1086" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS2PoaDYw9bMHns08r0hlSmnstIsyogxJbtSm80egLTeU1HbErIRnB1z6EjN1hy3RN-Xi3llZSjLRxd1qPVGnk7LfQlqb1JdQit9AT-0iH-KtofXW7oJvX-gcubNgxi-LT4hv_QrLTlsTBsFHjTRFMwJPh5y9TW9IbrPkdIvvhNsw5JRBmfcPcHHt9S6Y/s16000/Skjermbilde%202017-10-10%20kl.%2008.28.40.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just got free tickets to Woodstock. Janis Joplin is the one I that am going to see. Happy in the "70`s" where I belong. <br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Where I am happy all the time. No negativity! I know I screamed "find me, find me!" That was just a joke. (Actually I am dead serious!π #irony) But none of the sh*t that I previously wrote MATTERS. It is what you bring to the table in this world that really matters. But you got to choose the right table. Be who you are with other words. Don`t sit around your table with fake people, even if they call themselves your "friends". Not even if it`s for a free lunch. It`s a crappy deal. Don`t do it just for some toys and a happy meal. Just like Kanye said. If they are not supporting who you are, your future plans and dreams, they are a distraction. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I gotta be honest with you; I did`t really have a topic to write about today, so it is what it is. I just wanted to write anyway. When I start typing I become a machine. So I always end up with SOMETHING. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4y_3PeZ_8XzcNzcb8N6fZcL1RtSlFkWsxnz0s7j3pQw6zhrz2AC1cmxHuuVBMsyhyphenhypheny1Me3xTkPb6esgrjnRX5YMr7Qa9tFDE19LWvfKtymtdKmy07i_7oMNklxv9NTlpM1NPxvUU4M70PlOuLIh7iwk1agWZJL7OtjzonjXLfQSwPF48yyB8I0ZXWNag/s513/6c90288d7e10d46d18895f17f420a92c.gif" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="432" data-original-width="513" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4y_3PeZ_8XzcNzcb8N6fZcL1RtSlFkWsxnz0s7j3pQw6zhrz2AC1cmxHuuVBMsyhyphenhypheny1Me3xTkPb6esgrjnRX5YMr7Qa9tFDE19LWvfKtymtdKmy07i_7oMNklxv9NTlpM1NPxvUU4M70PlOuLIh7iwk1agWZJL7OtjzonjXLfQSwPF48yyB8I0ZXWNag/s16000/6c90288d7e10d46d18895f17f420a92c.gif" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is how I came up with this sh*t. Gif: buzzfeed.com</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Whenever I start typing just sh*t (that`s always how it starts, almost every time) it always ends up motivationally. Like "You can do it!" and "Be yourself!" And that`s why I have a category on this blog called <a href="https://www.malisuniverse.com/search/label/You%20can%20do%20it%21">You can do it!</a> I can`t help but being myself. It is very difficult to fit in and follow the sheep crowd in this society. Because following my passions instead of following the rat race; the money chasing rase, is a very difficult challenge. But I could never go down that route. I tried for a few years, like everybody else does. But I got burnt out just from trying. Because when something is so WRONG you can not force it to become right. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Become SURE of what you want! Where do you see yourself in 3-5 years? And never give up until you see it manifesting. You do not have to see the immediet results this week. Not even in 3 months. Or a year. But you take the right step in the right direction until it unfolds. You will start to see small changes that lead up to the BIG changes. And things can take a fast turn. But not always in a positive way. I have experienced this myself. I really got into trading stocks all of a sudden. Like BOOM! Out of the blue I came over a story about a guy who trades stocks and haven`t had a real job since 2007. I immediately felt a connection to this topic. For some reason π So I started to read about the topic. It was like my whole world had opened up for me. Gonna get that dow now! π° I`m just gonna sit on my ass like a nobody and laugh my way to the bank...but mostly cry...because...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>It was boring. </b>It was<b> NOT ME! </b>Sometimes an unexpected change happens just to test you. And boy was I tested.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><h2 style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I wanted to trade stocks</span></h2><div><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div>(How the h*ll did I manage to add a title right here? But there`s no rules in my universe that you have to care about.)</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was so boring that it took all of my energy away from being myself 100%, Blogging, making videos and being creative. Ain`t nothing artsy ot creative about trading stocks, honey. Oh no! π Heard about daytrading? You watch the trend in the stockmarket and then decide if you`re going to buy or sell by measuring how high or low the candlesticks are. In what direction they`re going. If the trend a bullish or a bearish one. Is it going upwards or downwards? And that`s how you waste your precious time. All I know is that I spiraled down the rabbit hole. All the numbers! It`s like all the Matrix numbers are trying to bomb your freaking brains out. It made me remember math class. I went down memory lane like a down trending bearish ROCKET. NASA would not be proud of the sight. It also made me remember the time in my past when I studied law. Because this should be illegal! Hours upon hours with a head buried in a book when all you wanted was to yell "I don`t give a sh*t about this book. I just want to learn about the right of inheritance!" It was just illegally boring. Actually trading stocks is a lot more fun. That says a lot about my passion for the law, right? In the meanwhie I am happy to see the stock market crashing before my eyes. Without me having to be a part of it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But like with everything else in life I have to say; Never say never! It IS an interesting topic. (Nerdy like I am!) But also a risky one. But I am all for contrasts in life. A real balance. A balance between everything that you are interested in. And I am interested in a lot of things. And my interests are very much in contrast with eachother. And in contrast with what my mom wished that I would have become. Don`t we all go through that stage at some point in life? But I am on the right path she says...10 kg lighter is a good start. It`s good to have a variety of interests. But don`t let one interest take OVER! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKORsQETDf_z_AFJSojIKv_zHSHrPl7JE-024Ia57KDEqE3VjzqUvrcYCA7fmNNjvUeIQ7UbfglU5A-yWunrA6XRmjgox9NnzxE5NMyHFYANDqKp4S60dfVDOfICnm866Q9Dv46HXm_BDkNhLIaTB3wdIKobJw1LAkrBTqzOqvjAQ91uh9vPFK0WIHQ7E/s2748/heart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2748" data-original-width="2388" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKORsQETDf_z_AFJSojIKv_zHSHrPl7JE-024Ia57KDEqE3VjzqUvrcYCA7fmNNjvUeIQ7UbfglU5A-yWunrA6XRmjgox9NnzxE5NMyHFYANDqKp4S60dfVDOfICnm866Q9Dv46HXm_BDkNhLIaTB3wdIKobJw1LAkrBTqzOqvjAQ91uh9vPFK0WIHQ7E/w348-h400/heart.jpg" width="348" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Love yourself first! </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div>Thank you for being a tourist passing through Mali`s Universe. Thank you for being a witness of all the stories going on inside my mind, simultaneously.
Like, share and comment! Thanks! π<div>
<img alt="your photo name" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrWK0ZPxo67mxl1I36wpXfeaH9iv6nVWazDU8Gz847nMTs9L5w_x8U2TG5C06i5k0bD0BgO_VYZLwelxBNkr9QdWm5gwpaZtbrk0hXKU__bgPPRmLw-4_8sNyWWwQWUCIN-HX6IqmKMV7k/s1600/66cc83ee121146c271339bb85db4ad35.gif" /></div>Malihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06717702697100919267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099288442291639157.post-56549260029901933782024-01-16T03:45:00.000-08:002024-01-17T23:08:08.367-08:00Your story is not over!π<div><br /></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizyWk9zNN5sAiyA_4RomfMJN3kTWd69hH0u6nZj9sE42Su_yOsPvwNMF2dZo4W_bPiTyPq4szc3TfxL2aTtShUDatCeNKFl-eFlNWncP0ayNN6TO5HWxCMCYK5I-YhgzgGwb0ZjMculb9do9DOUIy29KHcNHx5K7rUG8Ngxx54Eb7pA53AYkvxHLLi-iI/s2048/IMG_20200129_144920_1.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizyWk9zNN5sAiyA_4RomfMJN3kTWd69hH0u6nZj9sE42Su_yOsPvwNMF2dZo4W_bPiTyPq4szc3TfxL2aTtShUDatCeNKFl-eFlNWncP0ayNN6TO5HWxCMCYK5I-YhgzgGwb0ZjMculb9do9DOUIy29KHcNHx5K7rUG8Ngxx54Eb7pA53AYkvxHLLi-iI/s16000/IMG_20200129_144920_1.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Even though you feel and EVEN LOOK confused. And worried! Like the hot mess of a person in the photo above! "Who the h*ll is that?" π Your story is NOT over!<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div>Just let go. Surrender to whatever is going on and go on with your life. Things will change. Next year is not going to be the same as this year. Actually, tomorrow is not going to be the same as today. Just like what happened to the person above. A few years ago she sat at home in her one bed apartment, singing karaoke and going live on Facebook. Trying to make youtube videos and songs, and she believed she was going to become a "one hit wonder"! It didn`t happen! Instead reality hit her in the face. And she moved to Southern France where they make WAY too many croissants, WAY too much white bread. She got fat and LAZY and started to film herself in the basement. Running around singing about walking with the garbage in lepard outfits. Don`t ask! Even SHE doesn`t understand. </div><div><br /></div><div>Video that this previously fu**ed up person made (partly) in the basement (She will make more!π):</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/XC0DoGuhcFk" width="320" youtube-src-id="XC0DoGuhcFk"></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I really thought...I mean SHE really thought that she was a winner that day. In her case; the winner of the biggest nerd ever - category. </div><div style="text-align: center;">A feeling you should feel every single day.<span style="font-size: 20px;">π</span></div><div><br /></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxajOsWBtwuAzUqJ7n9A3VbPnFbbtu78fMYtWBs5AgDt8jMbN7pYke7IcezuaHExJ2wfb8F6v_Y2Fr-eyVfDe_wCAoaZVCduc0COR8pSBzTW0YWzlQ7HtIfSJPhfnpsSRQmwAytyEp_rvPYQs59XrJ-z7M1M0jBo5_pO_OSLZuWWEiEB1L3mbvcpUdXKI/s1080/30715050_1192498370891885_6419574436353015808_n.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxajOsWBtwuAzUqJ7n9A3VbPnFbbtu78fMYtWBs5AgDt8jMbN7pYke7IcezuaHExJ2wfb8F6v_Y2Fr-eyVfDe_wCAoaZVCduc0COR8pSBzTW0YWzlQ7HtIfSJPhfnpsSRQmwAytyEp_rvPYQs59XrJ-z7M1M0jBo5_pO_OSLZuWWEiEB1L3mbvcpUdXKI/s16000/30715050_1192498370891885_6419574436353015808_n.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When things got tough in her life she didn`t give up. She STILL believed! She knew<i> This Too Shall Pass - </i>famously said by Abraham Lincoln.<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Things always change. Your story (A story that you don`t have to be anymore if you don`t like what you`ve done so far) is not over yet. And you can always change your story. Your story should be a cool, interesting and unique one. A story that people like ME...I mean this weird person above...could learn from.π In the meanwhile she is working on her story so that she can inspire you as well. And she is me. But you already knew that.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Be the BEST version of yourself! I am trying too. It`s important to try. And it`s NEVER too late. Because...what do we say on this blog?...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn_yFR-oQztQdmclVcTnr3UcW7DCs99AqHaPgoP9yPg260GluuLBVk0Ctper2iOEpQROhnCpHhBvyL7UpLBzONNJ-TWKhtOU8VNmjHLNplwy9V-XvjRmykxA2zCZ4lh2l_uU-UHv9PzP6UF80TwDUBi7iOwEdPplpVF-KVdVdQO5k4btibRBsBZg2DMs0/s1890/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="937" data-original-width="1890" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn_yFR-oQztQdmclVcTnr3UcW7DCs99AqHaPgoP9yPg260GluuLBVk0Ctper2iOEpQROhnCpHhBvyL7UpLBzONNJ-TWKhtOU8VNmjHLNplwy9V-XvjRmykxA2zCZ4lh2l_uU-UHv9PzP6UF80TwDUBi7iOwEdPplpVF-KVdVdQO5k4btibRBsBZg2DMs0/s16000/11.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Thank you for being a tourist passing through Mali`s Universe. Thank you for being a witness of all the stories going on inside my mind, simultaneously.
Like, share and comment! Thanks!π<div>
<img alt="your photo name" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrWK0ZPxo67mxl1I36wpXfeaH9iv6nVWazDU8Gz847nMTs9L5w_x8U2TG5C06i5k0bD0BgO_VYZLwelxBNkr9QdWm5gwpaZtbrk0hXKU__bgPPRmLw-4_8sNyWWwQWUCIN-HX6IqmKMV7k/s1600/66cc83ee121146c271339bb85db4ad35.gif" /></div>Malihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06717702697100919267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099288442291639157.post-28633178385414206402023-12-30T05:54:00.000-08:002024-01-01T23:47:20.666-08:00I used to paint...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgptr3UtRmCV0pjEtUm_L1NMz_VgMOwefjwXYCerGveiLWcbKBH8TZrXObsIIbe1g4HOXdfNY0WrXuBbmGWEvET7ub4QpxyhVq4ZN90btbe63VsJQzVEy33TMtgFEUBK7TAedpKCEwwKYxHp2fHMXvQD8LO6RoT07Z5fYQX7RbNUOBne32-J0kA_D94xSs/s820/26c080e660341fa45db893b5779319721.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbDLkta_wGwpnp-a9niTTQfBf_Y84qCOyxZXi51Q8On41e42O7plPi4mzAV66XOvEl3NqJtBJIicZ-wyfRd_9MKNRSVimue-pI2peZGvpPV7_BIjFxEuFci7BIPqYOtoEdPKTxBbl7jzjQDJfbG0vnKz4kLD4iB0WVIkZAhyGp0ADVjXGFw631LZIkmLk/s896/30127872_1184775911664131_3057158700545343488_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="896" data-original-width="896" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbDLkta_wGwpnp-a9niTTQfBf_Y84qCOyxZXi51Q8On41e42O7plPi4mzAV66XOvEl3NqJtBJIicZ-wyfRd_9MKNRSVimue-pI2peZGvpPV7_BIjFxEuFci7BIPqYOtoEdPKTxBbl7jzjQDJfbG0vnKz4kLD4iB0WVIkZAhyGp0ADVjXGFw631LZIkmLk/s16000/30127872_1184775911664131_3057158700545343488_n.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So, what to blog about today? I saw a friend painting something beautiful. And it reminded me of my own attempts in the past...well...I do not LOVE painting. I have to admit. But I wanted to create art for my own apartment at the time. And I just don`t buy art, if you know what I mean? By other people. Not if I can paint myself. It sounds selfish? I don`t know how it sounds, but I feel energy. So yeah...It feels wrong. I can`t have a photo of an unknown person on a pillow or a cup of coffee as "art" either. So, if I made it myself I would feel comfortable in my own home. BUT! I almost never paint. I know how to, ("How". What the bleep do we know? But I kinda feel that I could know this, you know what I`m sayin?) which stems from me being a natural visual artist. You know what I`m sayin? π*Bragging!* π Not going to brag but...it is what it is. I am a very lazy one, if that tones down the<i> ego</i> a little bit here. My EGO is HUGE! Anyways; I truly, honestly am a loser in regards to even trying to master my own abilites and gifts. We all have them. But what are you going to do about it? And when? But in 2024...</div><div><br /></div><div><b><span style="color: #45818e; font-size: x-large;">"Okay, Shut up Mali! Shut up. Just don`t."....o</span></b><b><span style="color: #45818e; font-size: x-large;">kay.</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>I get it. I don`t have new year`s resolutions. They don`t work anyway. Trust me, I know, because I have not tried. So they don`t work. 100% don`t work. <b>But things are going better for me now.</b> </div><div><br /></div><h2 style="text-align: left;">Going to sidetrack myself 100% </h2><div><br /></div><div>Back in the day I used to sit on a chair and look at the collection of handbags getting out of control. It was really a hot mess. WHY the h*ll would anybody on this planet BUY a freaking expensive handbag? Or a tote..."Never full" tote by LV, WHY? It`s never full anyway. (I actually don`t own one. Just wanted to make that clear.) I walk passed LV once in a while now. Not even ONCE do I stop. You kinda feel unwanted there. The security guard just automatically thinks you`re NOT a worthy LV owner and just starts to follow your every move. They even do this at Lidl here. Sometimes it`s like "Am I not even worth the bananas at Lidl?" By the way, I live in France. "Omg! Why didn`t you just start off by saying you live in France?" That is France in a nutshell. And no, you`re barely worth the bananas. In fact; the Lidl employers just want to go home. "No english!" *Thinking about leaving for the day. *Yells* "English anyone?" Everybody else there: "Non-non-non" French facial expression. Sticks out the lips and makes a sound. "Phuuu baaa...NON!" Like they indeed were born yesterday. I decided to just speak French in France from that day forward. And I have never experienced a similar episode again. Because you are actually making a SCENARIO for the whole shop to see. Believe me, they all turn their necks around to watch you not speaking French in the French grocery shop. </div><div><br /></div><div>But not everybody is like this. Rude to foreigners. Just wanted to make that clear. I was once almost stalked in the supermarket by a French lady as soon as I spoke English (Asking her about some product there.) Why? Well, she had a son in Australia. And just LOVED to practice her English. But in general I have not met many people interested in even trying to speak English. And in France they are not afraid of being direct and arrogant. (We, Norwegians are just arrogant but good at hiding it.) Okay, kind of a joke here. I think...π At least that`s what I`ve heard some foreigners say about us Norwegians. I do not see this at all, to be honest. We are overly helpful in situations like this. Some people almost to the point that they invite the foreigner home. Okay...let`s stop here!π Can be easily misunderstood.</div><div> </div><div>Wow, I sidetracked myself OFF the topic, which was "I used to paint". YOU CAN do whatever you want on your own blog, though. And this is not only a blog. This is a universe! And I think this universe is starting to evolve to 5d! Oh, please! I should stick to painting myself, actually. I`m not going to go totally new age on you. I wouldn`t want anybody to go new age on me. Especially not that bald guy in the Norwegian news ALL the freaking TIME...was his name Durek? Hey, Norwegian media? How many more chances are you gonna give the dude? Leave him alone with his freakshow. It is NOT worth our time.π BUT If Martha started to express her beliefs to me (including Durek`s beliefs) I would be totally okay with it, because she would probably love the fact that I was inspired by her on The Norwegian Idol in 2006. I dressed up as a princess ready to meet my prince. So yes, we would hit it off and become BFF`s! No doubt! But maybe...just maybe we shouldn`t look through eachother`s eyes in the attempt to get rid of evil spirits. (Norwegian inside joke.)</div><div> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEQgqdP8GTXBqEM6LbU0CD3ngorqGoFZxkIJNuwprFADrTSPUYTG9DYO9i_UjwlkZ1fS1NQRwQRrl6FybfDu-B1q1lr01URAh6wm4-gRbYwsiabcGzsqzrSc7GV1in7UAM_SP7QByagC3xfd08QJpIK44D0HbYTLJlPkDIPMC58LlsFnPM5U8Pw_Vts5o/s960/36329599_1243121079162947_2015065983743426560_n.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEQgqdP8GTXBqEM6LbU0CD3ngorqGoFZxkIJNuwprFADrTSPUYTG9DYO9i_UjwlkZ1fS1NQRwQRrl6FybfDu-B1q1lr01URAh6wm4-gRbYwsiabcGzsqzrSc7GV1in7UAM_SP7QByagC3xfd08QJpIK44D0HbYTLJlPkDIPMC58LlsFnPM5U8Pw_Vts5o/s16000/36329599_1243121079162947_2015065983743426560_n.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Waiting for SOMETHING to happen! (The year of 2018) When the laziness took a toll on me. And the bags got uglier and uglier. Because I could afford the cool ones in the beginning, but in the end...I desperately went to the thrift store owned by The Norwegian Salvation Army. (Fretex) And there was a limit to how cool they looked, you know. </td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXFLYwGo7HC-0OxKy0i3FXOVp_htZXWDqRnMcAbZlaBVG2I7xCcyE9YH4PgjOQ7imCM8zyh99BPRYWuh1g3Jek7Z-RyF1bkmNk8LzgBt9EPt9KUpGl9LICKJiyCIOMpHBzBPukDbiTAJYOhYvlYHOz828kb6dSDEry_kdwFAlfrfk07ZDOPFBcYHYuZ3o/s1080/30411776_1186016554873400_7844746659358572544_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXFLYwGo7HC-0OxKy0i3FXOVp_htZXWDqRnMcAbZlaBVG2I7xCcyE9YH4PgjOQ7imCM8zyh99BPRYWuh1g3Jek7Z-RyF1bkmNk8LzgBt9EPt9KUpGl9LICKJiyCIOMpHBzBPukDbiTAJYOhYvlYHOz828kb6dSDEry_kdwFAlfrfk07ZDOPFBcYHYuZ3o/s16000/30411776_1186016554873400_7844746659358572544_n.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I painted on boobs that I don`t have. Have no idea why. Is that weird? </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-CucsXR72GgjICMEt6udT8n8re7IibX3j7w_zzZHCM79h92EZqDI_kcgfSZQO0B6ZjQ2qGjPD7Ib5tZhtzL2o4RO2NFmsVJdDBAjuXdD8xncfIfZ-rQlTGL2U11j5S5K6EqQZzREcMuaE0huqfVyJXwdoFK96SP3a_YpXKvr567wnkBu_oUj06v5YTRw/s1080/30709612_1191430020998720_432857447019839488_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-CucsXR72GgjICMEt6udT8n8re7IibX3j7w_zzZHCM79h92EZqDI_kcgfSZQO0B6ZjQ2qGjPD7Ib5tZhtzL2o4RO2NFmsVJdDBAjuXdD8xncfIfZ-rQlTGL2U11j5S5K6EqQZzREcMuaE0huqfVyJXwdoFK96SP3a_YpXKvr567wnkBu_oUj06v5YTRw/s16000/30709612_1191430020998720_432857447019839488_n.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I just painted layer on layer. Aune Sand told me to. (A cool Norwegian dude with a headscarf that has a brother that paints fabolous paintings, called VebjΓΈrn.). Met him inside his (brother`s and girlfrind`s) pop up art gallery once. Said he didn`t want to be on video jumping around like a rabbit. Which I respect. π</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiDGWsJzt-l3XB8VuvDLIRgpjL2qU-pNNIxQ48Xm-zja33Z8gWGnLnejJPxPyyHQUOLlqtZY3pBD14LwuLJ0oCzmjMlE-XBzF-qzq1OOJmIuAYzivD9GaxJBTcUezN6Smz_C41egqKzmpxRIYHwhkx4MhOBGjeCf73FAEKxx2AfkLvCMmSGqHpr2fuCK8/s853/30712036_1191428930998829_4310112145254645760_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="853" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiDGWsJzt-l3XB8VuvDLIRgpjL2qU-pNNIxQ48Xm-zja33Z8gWGnLnejJPxPyyHQUOLlqtZY3pBD14LwuLJ0oCzmjMlE-XBzF-qzq1OOJmIuAYzivD9GaxJBTcUezN6Smz_C41egqKzmpxRIYHwhkx4MhOBGjeCf73FAEKxx2AfkLvCMmSGqHpr2fuCK8/s16000/30712036_1191428930998829_4310112145254645760_n.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">GREAT color combo. Love green with gold. Gives me life. Like peacock feathers growing on your arms.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5CUEUI_MR2aQ-rT1N_EziBEszuwn-tF6Fok809-5bXQfY2xUhqFuXLYJwbhxgkZCt9ZHnMuQPV44nalbf3c-FMXrSp-eR1LexbdXEEm1ln7Uv-uQkphgEQaZEOe1mXNxP9OL2jjGpdI3BCULKIaA-x61kWp7uGKnippVGuk54g0AhEHlbzT5bZQ_ip5s/s1080/30725384_1191427977665591_4515325012642627584_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5CUEUI_MR2aQ-rT1N_EziBEszuwn-tF6Fok809-5bXQfY2xUhqFuXLYJwbhxgkZCt9ZHnMuQPV44nalbf3c-FMXrSp-eR1LexbdXEEm1ln7Uv-uQkphgEQaZEOe1mXNxP9OL2jjGpdI3BCULKIaA-x61kWp7uGKnippVGuk54g0AhEHlbzT5bZQ_ip5s/s16000/30725384_1191427977665591_4515325012642627584_n.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Started to freaking look like me and that scared me. The next thing is totally going to be that this photo starts to attack me in the middle of the night. </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq9G9rf5DjMmiCFgYpl9ULeMVyq4rCFCYku-SnMix5wsA2bWFRC6RMIgHwBZG3-eGy-l8-_bhyphenhyphene_uGWnIo5tYGpVnpofmhMyRqbPxNsXlEBOlIIrGwUD1ElNPyKa1TjnQlVt-rUc99hvwusCqDSkVw7S5cKeQyh4cPg9JgeWevMwnjEGhyphenhyphendtXljvPxWgQ/s1080/30728325_1191432800998442_1567361040939745280_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq9G9rf5DjMmiCFgYpl9ULeMVyq4rCFCYku-SnMix5wsA2bWFRC6RMIgHwBZG3-eGy-l8-_bhyphenhyphene_uGWnIo5tYGpVnpofmhMyRqbPxNsXlEBOlIIrGwUD1ElNPyKa1TjnQlVt-rUc99hvwusCqDSkVw7S5cKeQyh4cPg9JgeWevMwnjEGhyphenhyphendtXljvPxWgQ/s16000/30728325_1191432800998442_1567361040939745280_n.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Choking me and screaming "Why did you freaking PAINT ME?" Started to think "Maybe I`m TOO good at this sh*t!" Scary feeling indeed if Stephen King calls me.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3SV2AwH2RiT7OGQQCw2GflJKfMg35iWA_sLk_6EF87XMXn-TiVmF_VKRDUm9_iKKbhic9Eyitv89w3AHqZcNTKZwwer4RXiKUJtBeQzjz-BR1GttJInC2KsSML8bCZt7DS6n5gZEyLKkHFkwoLnCcUjhwOBBlqVrwRGVLtbcSrq_IWYJJ-iQcCB9Opdc/s1080/31369335_1196013267207062_7483148148618035200_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3SV2AwH2RiT7OGQQCw2GflJKfMg35iWA_sLk_6EF87XMXn-TiVmF_VKRDUm9_iKKbhic9Eyitv89w3AHqZcNTKZwwer4RXiKUJtBeQzjz-BR1GttJInC2KsSML8bCZt7DS6n5gZEyLKkHFkwoLnCcUjhwOBBlqVrwRGVLtbcSrq_IWYJJ-iQcCB9Opdc/s16000/31369335_1196013267207062_7483148148618035200_n.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The comfort zone is when it is still kinda playful. Young, innocent. I kinda want to go back to how I painted in kindergarden. But the heart on the left side is going to attack me? Another attack? WHY? I guess this is my art. Sorry if you didn`t like it. <br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Beautiful self-portrait of me right here!π</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/VlARUpe8YQE" width="320" youtube-src-id="VlARUpe8YQE"></iframe></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Have a wonderful 2024 by the way! And remember to return to my blog. I will post more!...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6HCPjSkOVARumws3w2rCaW8ljolZdYUhdqJUE5iTCxh3x_rnRKqfGZZEREgr6-IDB0yYktmddpkiU7tBC0B_eb0Qcrp2QWo6pnHRLfVDf64lLJnEOf93MOffziapc1FsC7_rvDCHYRfTSB8SrgoVlYkFQ8owUEKyoy4h63pSDqkdt1_H6atWDYr3omcU/s960/29683872_1183522765122779_1877009456923934720_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6HCPjSkOVARumws3w2rCaW8ljolZdYUhdqJUE5iTCxh3x_rnRKqfGZZEREgr6-IDB0yYktmddpkiU7tBC0B_eb0Qcrp2QWo6pnHRLfVDf64lLJnEOf93MOffziapc1FsC7_rvDCHYRfTSB8SrgoVlYkFQ8owUEKyoy4h63pSDqkdt1_H6atWDYr3omcU/s16000/29683872_1183522765122779_1877009456923934720_n.jpg" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-family: "Architects Daughter"; font-size: x-large;"> </span></span><span style="color: #04ff00; font-family: "Architects Daughter"; font-size: 70px;">HAPPY</span><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-family: "Architects Daughter"; font-size: 70px;"> NEW </span><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: "Architects Daughter"; font-size: 70px;">YEAR!</span><span style="color: #fcff01; font-family: Satisfy; font-size: x-large;"> </span></b></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Although hashtags probably don`t work I`m still going to list them: #Paintings #Painter #Artist #Sidetracked-in-the-ADHD-spirit #TheFrenchPeople #Lidl-is-not-my-favorite-store</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Thank you for being a tourist passing through Mali`s Universe. Thank you for being a witness of all the stories going on inside my mind, simultaneously.
Like, share and comment! Thanks! π
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</div>Malihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06717702697100919267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099288442291639157.post-60548107700372918972023-12-22T09:13:00.000-08:002023-12-24T03:00:46.887-08:00I tried out TikTok but I deleted it!<div><span style="background-color: #d0e0e3;"> A freaking rant about social media: </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhggXfv3GihKGzgY-CgPLiAda7b2omP7ZF8f0-5sqdnDjuOjSQvs9IgFgUlc0MxqMyYkDNjQmk1XIkZD6JjJpcesINHc8b2qbl2A0YFQgiSrWHJD1G-a3Rau40AkClBJv65ED8iwHCxRWzXT2zSn6FvhtRrcIiu0a0EggADwuHX0TpI62U6gpzfjAwoXuE/s3264/IMG_20230823_102025_269.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhggXfv3GihKGzgY-CgPLiAda7b2omP7ZF8f0-5sqdnDjuOjSQvs9IgFgUlc0MxqMyYkDNjQmk1XIkZD6JjJpcesINHc8b2qbl2A0YFQgiSrWHJD1G-a3Rau40AkClBJv65ED8iwHCxRWzXT2zSn6FvhtRrcIiu0a0EggADwuHX0TpI62U6gpzfjAwoXuE/s16000/IMG_20230823_102025_269.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Sometimes you just need that one welcoming photo, so I took a few photos of myself a few months ago. I was a little fatter (My mom is still reminding me on every video call!) the hair a littler greasier, the coffee cups a little bigger. And I embrace my past. Now I am a tΓΈrrlagt tΓΈrrkaffe drikker. I don`t drink anymore tΓΈrrkaffe. This part you English speakers can skip. For Norway only. You see, I am a huge star!</div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div><span style="color: #45818e; font-size: x-large;"><b>WHY did you do that? Delete TikTok! We love it!</b></span></div><div><br /></div><div>I had a stalker that just bombarded my videos and my inbox with messages (I know who this person is!)</div><div>The problem with TikTok is that you can`t really control the messages. So it led me to deleting the application. Problem number 2 is that TikTok is TOO addictive. I already had plans to stop making videos there. But instead of just taking a break I just deleted it last night. I also changed the commenting system here om my blog to Disqus so that the same person does not write me here either. </div><div>Blogger (formerly called "Blogspot") does NOT have a safe commenting system. This is something they (Google) should do something about. </div><div><br /></div><div>But anyways; I ain`t got time for blah blah blah or TikTok...my time is TICKING! π Although I am 41 going on 14, but hey...</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh61U4_J5rwT33NLCrDmWyy-sMrj0PaSXHbxqf7N5ssTir2CERwWRp-yZTAt5q25EIJfUMs89UjXOG8vhUZyFUPoE2YISLE9OneUKlEmwBPf-geR18kuYUmjr-VPkjMVhbfEhT2fziQd6sQUo1l_pF7DltASEqUjj8NNZnm2DvijudA_LIFANtY3YF39Os/s1200/pic6.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh61U4_J5rwT33NLCrDmWyy-sMrj0PaSXHbxqf7N5ssTir2CERwWRp-yZTAt5q25EIJfUMs89UjXOG8vhUZyFUPoE2YISLE9OneUKlEmwBPf-geR18kuYUmjr-VPkjMVhbfEhT2fziQd6sQUo1l_pF7DltASEqUjj8NNZnm2DvijudA_LIFANtY3YF39Os/s16000/pic6.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;">I got BETTER things to do like shake my head in homemade music videos! Music video can be found here; <a href="https://youtu.be/hWyuzdGfqso?si=6xPbw8n2kj9qnjNC" target="_blank">Hot Bitch!</a> Do NOT get your hopes up!π</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Do you also not like TikTok? Why the filters? But the worse thing is the pimple popping stuff. WHY do people do that sh*t? I feel like that is the new low, as low as you can sink nowadays. You find it on Instagram too but Instagram is way more controlled. You don`t get so annoyed by the app. But I realized early on, after the first few days, that TikTok was not going to be a thing for me. It`s the worse time stealer I`ve experienced ever since that Norwegian TV program "Svalbard minute by minute". You just watch a ship on the ocean, minute by minute. Nothing ever happens and you still sit there. <div><br /></div><div>New great idea! I`m gonna become a TWITCHER instead...YEAH! I`m gonna send live, like 10 hours, and not turn my camera off. I`m gonna like have extra chargers to my phone and go totally crazy. The worse thing now is that some people actually do believe me. </div><div><br /></div><div>I actually do have a Twitch account.</div><div><br /></div><div>Will I ever start? But the thing is; it is mostly for gamers anyway. But more and more vloggers have started over there. Live-vloggers. Nothing feels weirder and more super awkward on social media than being live, though. I love that challenge! But you can go live on YouTube also. And Facebook. I have ONLY tried it on Facebook live. I dunno...</div><div><br /></div><div>It was before I got a life.</div><div><br /></div><div>
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<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I`ve said it before and I`ll say it again; Don`t get too high hopes! I didn`t have high hopes back then. I just existed and this is the only way I know how to exist. Eventually I found back to the real me, where hopes are high and miracles do happen.π</div><div> </div><div>They happen when we go LIVE! Be yourself and go live! Show the world the artwork that you truly are without all the editing. The editing is so...last year. And the year before that. Be an example! Be the person YOU would like to MEET! Not saying this just because it is a quote somewhere. "Mali saw a quote, watched a spiritual leader and now she is a knows-it-all!" But nothing matters and you can never fully understand what the quotes mean until you bough the t-shirt and wore it while you sat in hell, in a pit of fire, but actually laughed, because that`s what we do when we`re good at hiding something. That "something" is your personality. I`m glad I found mine. So, laugh all you want at my videos and whatever I am doing. I am more than well aware that this is why I am here. </div><div><br /></div><div>So, BUY my BOOK "Mali`s Christmas Secrets". Available on Amaz...I mean available somewhere under a healthy tree in the AMAZON-AS! You go and DIG! Oh no, you didn`t find a healthy tree in the Amazonas, you said. You think I write books now?<b> Got videos to make. Got people to inspire.</b> I see my neighbor needs inspiration. You gotta start somewhere! Her dog looks more like her than she looks like her. </div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoulzzC5A8jIQ3C3v3f_PTyEnKohiJS16L9m_4spqof1Ty9I61-oOYwm8mfvsnSlCIBwGx-xNUt8v5edk9_o1-pEwDNPiFaLX80qYqLf-8hm6BnXSmq7t6wAhsbLkS1RoIYJhAV-X_bfTaFoNsI4x8CUEes86_1iD6myhR9Ex4efoMVGDhb0oVQVf_Yq0/s1280/themalishow2.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoulzzC5A8jIQ3C3v3f_PTyEnKohiJS16L9m_4spqof1Ty9I61-oOYwm8mfvsnSlCIBwGx-xNUt8v5edk9_o1-pEwDNPiFaLX80qYqLf-8hm6BnXSmq7t6wAhsbLkS1RoIYJhAV-X_bfTaFoNsI4x8CUEes86_1iD6myhR9Ex4efoMVGDhb0oVQVf_Yq0/s16000/themalishow2.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mukbang Live on Facebook (Veggie version!)</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div>Thank you for being a tourist passing through Mali`s Universe. Thank you for being a witness of all the stories going on inside my mind, simultaneously.
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Thanks! π </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJDu5rM0iV7m5Vo0T0c-5Ul_3fq9BeuSQrW0kXhemQHrgU3N7kpP0SbnWBu9Itc6CCsaqdt2scj3K2jJB1A_SYjPm4rtsYOm0VMLkVQ9gTCF4rJ3fxSUn1gZjDj2fCbwXST-oybVKiBOdJhjoQEf7vPZHNOL8IE9Y25aboScwLmLamwyC9QTx2sDcmsKc/s860/TITTEL_BLOG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="81" data-original-width="860" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJDu5rM0iV7m5Vo0T0c-5Ul_3fq9BeuSQrW0kXhemQHrgU3N7kpP0SbnWBu9Itc6CCsaqdt2scj3K2jJB1A_SYjPm4rtsYOm0VMLkVQ9gTCF4rJ3fxSUn1gZjDj2fCbwXST-oybVKiBOdJhjoQEf7vPZHNOL8IE9Y25aboScwLmLamwyC9QTx2sDcmsKc/s16000/TITTEL_BLOG.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div></div>Malihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06717702697100919267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099288442291639157.post-50099916684514722002023-12-14T12:43:00.000-08:002023-12-14T14:29:35.161-08:00Everything will be OKAYβ<div>Just let go of the fear of things not turning out the way you want it to! Because everything will be <b>OKAY.</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYLwJ3ig2n-xyDRHXpT5iWYnAhRdJl1DkV1Y9ZFSqFuqYyWNtmgfda3TVh8tdKDRoBA1gVLqvjnby7TULv-XgnSPKoyvfaJ3vtGT9u91aJTmza6tCgACLlrOdiaxEfDElPBi2cWKSBbsskhIMs4uo-8arMOpgYqsgQC-p6L1kSN6xtiL_G1AMxGqTz5WE/s871/IMG_20190724_100849.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="871" data-original-width="653" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYLwJ3ig2n-xyDRHXpT5iWYnAhRdJl1DkV1Y9ZFSqFuqYyWNtmgfda3TVh8tdKDRoBA1gVLqvjnby7TULv-XgnSPKoyvfaJ3vtGT9u91aJTmza6tCgACLlrOdiaxEfDElPBi2cWKSBbsskhIMs4uo-8arMOpgYqsgQC-p6L1kSN6xtiL_G1AMxGqTz5WE/s16000/IMG_20190724_100849.jpg" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I don`t have a glory on the top of my head for no reason. And the same with you! You are WORTHY of a perfect life. "Dream up a WONDERFUL life!" Jim Carrey said this in an university speech, one of his best speeches. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am not going to go <i>new age </i>on you. I hate the new age stuff. I just use Tarot cards and they LIE to me every other day. People have gotten married, become pregnant, had an affair with the neighbor, traveled overseas and to Narnia according to my cards...but anyways...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Stop! You shouldn`t listen to my advice, just saying...but here goes nothing! But I actually have experienced that this one works. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Invite the depression into your life. Say "Hi, how are you? Why are you here? What do you want from me?" I am sure it answers back to you "You`re a loser that I have decided to bother for the past 20+ years" Well, thank you for that! I am greatful you were here, but today I am letting you go.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Let it go and say to yourself; "I am a star in my own right. I am not the janitor of this school."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">(No offence to janitors.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Jim`s father was a janitor. He was actually a great comedian but never trusted his own ability to succeed. He regretted this decision deeply as he watched his own son, Jim, throw himself down the stairs at their family home. "Was that funny or what?" His father answered back: "Now you`re going to do it again in slow motion!" The dream never vanishes. It just appears over and over again through other people, so you better start doing something about it. Because you are going to witness somebody else living that dream instead of you. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I have started to embrace my negative feelings. And now I almost never have them. I first heard about this through <i>The Secret</i>, another crazy book. That makes you go crazy, trust me. You are going to imagine stuff that have not happened YET! Which will most likely never happen because you actually go crazy way before you manifest. So you are going to gamble with your sanity. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I have to admit that I do believe in that book to a certain degree. Even though it is a struggle to actually try to chase these dreams. Especially if your main goal is to walk the red carpet at the Oscar`s. Okay Mali, STOP IT! π</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Whenever I was insecure I just moved forward. I kept going. I looked back a lot...until I was fed up by looking back. (I ALWAYS LOOKED BACK!) I believe a lot of people do. But I said to myself "To h*ll with the past! To h*ll with the circumstances and situations that are not serving my own good". I didn`t actually let go of anything back then. I ran away from something instead. I don`t believe in running away. But you`ll see a person with pink sneakers running away. Perhaps you`ll see lepard leggings. Have you ever seen a ponytale on the side? Like from the 80`s? I`ve always revisited this moment of my past. And I`ve used it over and over again in my video "art form". Like an escape? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Because people tend to to things they don`t believe in. Just because they "have to".</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Because that is all they think they have. When in reality they have a lot more to offer.</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMyvuNv4u9j8_RMY6vOUnud8IU6hcu-HqneTEDPqPVVOdE2Hh9XsgxsJerrm9OrKrfwl-PZ4rAd3rMa0CQtS-7O1rnXi120t6CxJe3gDpHNnz5GKGjMGmXf5rwG2hffmSliqDO32PsDoQiT8KYNtstrmPFdpT68fVW2IMtl0zCqBDpxj3pdYjFCUbaitA/s476/%C3%98yeblikksbilde%201%20(23.04.2012%2021-46).png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="357" data-original-width="476" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMyvuNv4u9j8_RMY6vOUnud8IU6hcu-HqneTEDPqPVVOdE2Hh9XsgxsJerrm9OrKrfwl-PZ4rAd3rMa0CQtS-7O1rnXi120t6CxJe3gDpHNnz5GKGjMGmXf5rwG2hffmSliqDO32PsDoQiT8KYNtstrmPFdpT68fVW2IMtl0zCqBDpxj3pdYjFCUbaitA/s16000/%C3%98yeblikksbilde%201%20(23.04.2012%2021-46).png" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hiding from the world. Not being myself. Not really. Not yet. Waiting. Waiting in vain.</td></tr></tbody></table><br />But I eventually realized that waiting in vain was unbearable. I wasn`t capable of waiting anymore;<div>I had to run back home and watch the last season of Stranger Things. Even though I had binge watched the first four seasons on a weekend. I said to myself "Everything will be okay! I have a high speed internet connection now. Finally." #irony (I just watched the movie Leave The World Behind.)</div><div><br /></div><div>I am not joking when I say that the best phrase that I have used in my own situation is <b>"Everything will be okay!"</b> It <b>IS</b> the truth. Because everything you have experienced has lined up to this point in your life. So, without the experiences you would not have become as strong as you are now. It has all led up to this moment. And like my idol Jim Carey once said: "Every moment is pregnant with the next".</div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div>Thank you for being a tourist passing through Mali`s Universe. Thank you for being a witness of all the stories going on inside my mind, simultaneously.
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</div>Malihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06717702697100919267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099288442291639157.post-77632461495557909942023-12-03T06:39:00.000-08:002024-02-06T05:21:52.623-08:00More OLD Christmas contentπ <div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDRBlNEufvNJ75vmhFbo35QOOcjxA_my-yahD2HKp0jT8fDuZ1BveFSqHGvgQyFdUwEeDWGvZjQi1CnekNaEIJlQa00jINtRi8_6EHsbqxP3ZXLGBDS7dti6mnEu5v5t9lQfLDGHV2OfHFz91LLOIKxyul6oZbJZhStQZcG2Mx5cC1Hs-DlrRLTSq4XFMa/s2004/jul20.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2004" data-original-width="1952" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDRBlNEufvNJ75vmhFbo35QOOcjxA_my-yahD2HKp0jT8fDuZ1BveFSqHGvgQyFdUwEeDWGvZjQi1CnekNaEIJlQa00jINtRi8_6EHsbqxP3ZXLGBDS7dti6mnEu5v5t9lQfLDGHV2OfHFz91LLOIKxyul6oZbJZhStQZcG2Mx5cC1Hs-DlrRLTSq4XFMa/s16000/jul20.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl47TNf44k39L06Z0mtcosQlGXNp5oOJP4LJYXO_OP8OQEuC-cnPDJbhCLafQz00p-3TLl4w92jcbvsGuOAzIhgnWSxJleMfnkemyyhUljOv5X0DAq5IhHfRwe1zZlCnJAZQVhe4Lb8gBMSmlDaJC0_rMx6n-4EdWD8pu8EGTMlARA-ivRQh075JCFRAMZ/s2048/IMG_20151227_080352.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl47TNf44k39L06Z0mtcosQlGXNp5oOJP4LJYXO_OP8OQEuC-cnPDJbhCLafQz00p-3TLl4w92jcbvsGuOAzIhgnWSxJleMfnkemyyhUljOv5X0DAq5IhHfRwe1zZlCnJAZQVhe4Lb8gBMSmlDaJC0_rMx6n-4EdWD8pu8EGTMlARA-ivRQh075JCFRAMZ/s16000/IMG_20151227_080352.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipX8WildUcql4RsRa3qHYmivAdqIbzHp2Udf-Le1SQxeHB8TDZypxVjlOrbXcdCUJ5U642kUmTX9L1yYwPaNLqbMRhQqktL7s16ch9kWXZhW4qViva16ptUM_aTaf-9OWf3QJxXBzAjDOj7i-uDkoMLuY6lFwc_jxnoTeH4gAnklVUptITuT42Eq7ov7S7/s500/b0d394a522e98ed7161e0f7bf1c77c14.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="350" data-original-width="500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipX8WildUcql4RsRa3qHYmivAdqIbzHp2Udf-Le1SQxeHB8TDZypxVjlOrbXcdCUJ5U642kUmTX9L1yYwPaNLqbMRhQqktL7s16ch9kWXZhW4qViva16ptUM_aTaf-9OWf3QJxXBzAjDOj7i-uDkoMLuY6lFwc_jxnoTeH4gAnklVUptITuT42Eq7ov7S7/s16000/b0d394a522e98ed7161e0f7bf1c77c14.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Because I don`t have anything NEW (Since I haven`t been desperate enough the recent years!) here`s a playlist of all of my OLD and super-crazy Christmas content. I hope you like it!π</div><div><br /></div><div> <iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/videoseries?si=YxjXcKpU2__hLINr&list=PLUPLYFxP1pzU81afliDbvUfUDyXIRfPdW" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div>And Christmas songs with real SOUL, not the AI shit everybody else does nowadays!</div><div><br /></div>
<iframe allow="autoplay" frameborder="no" height="300" scrolling="no" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/playlists/666757185&color=%23a8844f&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&show_teaser=true&visual=true" width="100%"></iframe><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Interstate, "Lucida Grande", "Lucida Sans Unicode", "Lucida Sans", Garuda, Verdana, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; font-weight: 100; line-break: anywhere; overflow: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; white-space: nowrap; word-break: normal;"><a href="https://soundcloud.com/malimyuniverse" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title="Mali - My Universe">Mali - My Universe</a> Β· <a href="https://soundcloud.com/malimyuniverse/sets/malis-christmas-fantasies-1" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title="Mali`s Christmas Fantasies">Mali`s Christmas Fantasies</a></div>
<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbt5tkTaUG_kzJv4H6d84zX3Y4TEZw_zSyyhkumfRAIZ4w_91Ic2_fBs7GM2BBaTt5YrbjqS0Zqwhrj928A7XS6BxWMUafEuz9-Nn-Ypvgb3MFeyqGAoI0HVlpi17MRQfUchH751URol1B90FpoHEm3WI6_iDpjYd0jI-9-SmUrxgXTehHLBD-9WW9I1-z/s1280/Untitled%20Project6.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbt5tkTaUG_kzJv4H6d84zX3Y4TEZw_zSyyhkumfRAIZ4w_91Ic2_fBs7GM2BBaTt5YrbjqS0Zqwhrj928A7XS6BxWMUafEuz9-Nn-Ypvgb3MFeyqGAoI0HVlpi17MRQfUchH751URol1B90FpoHEm3WI6_iDpjYd0jI-9-SmUrxgXTehHLBD-9WW9I1-z/s16000/Untitled%20Project6.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Thanks for reading my blog articles and watching my weird videos. Subscribe to my YouTube channel <a href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCFh85ONhjEPDZwXStUjrRYA" target="_blank">The Mali Show</a> and I am on Instagram as <a href="https://www.instagram.com/malisuniverse/" target="_blank">@malisuniverse</a>. Facebook page is also <a href="https://www.facebook.com/malisuniverse" target="_blank">@malisuniverse </a><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGwXvsm2zBC6-04QmAREx9TpUQAWAVoXb2dQMSgKQ7PagYP_PHhKDre-tWg4IkouEJfi6SA3g6osujnsxRRcNU3kjdt7fzKuC-VO4y4kpRUFD2VJakGQtK2g_ExbPrg-xZrF8FyC_J2NlA989x2uYu2-dgRqKpAwYN7cfA3GPmAWAKF1fRrYUIS75SO9RU/s1600/logo3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="302" data-original-width="1600" height="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGwXvsm2zBC6-04QmAREx9TpUQAWAVoXb2dQMSgKQ7PagYP_PHhKDre-tWg4IkouEJfi6SA3g6osujnsxRRcNU3kjdt7fzKuC-VO4y4kpRUFD2VJakGQtK2g_ExbPrg-xZrF8FyC_J2NlA989x2uYu2-dgRqKpAwYN7cfA3GPmAWAKF1fRrYUIS75SO9RU/w640-h120/logo3.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Malihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06717702697100919267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099288442291639157.post-37600327217360218342023-12-02T23:10:00.000-08:002024-02-04T00:15:41.675-08:00My old Christmas special in Norwegian...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf0HB2FNHm1f8k_neD8X4yRqInWOP1WTtfNnW4nS39fM6WPyd-saEvc0wpPiysTAOCaUGpLSIMLz8P0Xom_24ryaVGXfa80yTwe2tK93kMCz6cXt50wjBTPCzh6hhIRMp2nG-LGT_Ebf-LSm7MCCTAh9Xxw06b6u2k7XntRAS7C3KmW09SSR0yWAPgbKTO/s960/Image1.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf0HB2FNHm1f8k_neD8X4yRqInWOP1WTtfNnW4nS39fM6WPyd-saEvc0wpPiysTAOCaUGpLSIMLz8P0Xom_24ryaVGXfa80yTwe2tK93kMCz6cXt50wjBTPCzh6hhIRMp2nG-LGT_Ebf-LSm7MCCTAh9Xxw06b6u2k7XntRAS7C3KmW09SSR0yWAPgbKTO/s16000/Image1.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div>Here I am at a French cafe. Photos taken from a video in the end of this blog post.</div><div>And here is my old christmas special in Norwegian..."Du sej nΓ₯ my rart Γ₯ du ja Mali". <b>Sykt sΓ₯ det holder. "Det er DIN feil at du sitt Γ₯ sjer pΓ₯ !" </b>Men det er faktisk sant, sΓ₯ du trenger ikke Γ₯ se pΓ₯ dette sjuke "opplegget". Jeg vet ikke hva jeg skal kalle det engang...bare noe sjukt noe π</div><div>
<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/videoseries?si=JUKIAm56SMCm4ALB&list=PLUPLYFxP1pzW3PHkqIF4_xeCv5NZCTscU" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe> </div><div> Here is the full episode list. π Because you are desperate enough to watch this!π</div><br /><div>This was old stuff from a few years ago. 5 years ago! I really didn`t care at all back then. I still don`t but...I do things a little differently now...I kind of don`t, but π...things have changed a little bit since then.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimrsAD02GnQqYQSpDkSaG5Leuhf3RYkQfPE8LCIRq5m1bVLUa6Vi_HMjQnKgcrlP-f7cgKRuU5FRJG9Lcc3i8cwPd2CtmBX7tRwjGqsChyphenhyphenn7IK8a8ZGFSi8-maTInLrPWEBNBLpsvZ-HGs9GSYheehEPNW8LBnR-tO7a6VfLkexK8RRQaKOxxgiG3ZrS_A/s960/Image2.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimrsAD02GnQqYQSpDkSaG5Leuhf3RYkQfPE8LCIRq5m1bVLUa6Vi_HMjQnKgcrlP-f7cgKRuU5FRJG9Lcc3i8cwPd2CtmBX7tRwjGqsChyphenhyphenn7IK8a8ZGFSi8-maTInLrPWEBNBLpsvZ-HGs9GSYheehEPNW8LBnR-tO7a6VfLkexK8RRQaKOxxgiG3ZrS_A/s16000/Image2.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhUXu3U9cSDF_vhT-FOZWVhXkn2rbTDNmDQqPz13h3MdNpAwIqB9B9HIApMj7RVUhahsMgl_pdh1Nr1WF8pFA4nWPyqDQ228UXbUrO_StekljZ2g5F1cMXy4_XeDCvHOuTB3_UB4gn4MN5M9iaJOPI28XM3TdjXHtZoLzRR25fBownLUTa2MH88DC1VCo0/s960/Image3.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhUXu3U9cSDF_vhT-FOZWVhXkn2rbTDNmDQqPz13h3MdNpAwIqB9B9HIApMj7RVUhahsMgl_pdh1Nr1WF8pFA4nWPyqDQ228UXbUrO_StekljZ2g5F1cMXy4_XeDCvHOuTB3_UB4gn4MN5M9iaJOPI28XM3TdjXHtZoLzRR25fBownLUTa2MH88DC1VCo0/s16000/Image3.jpg" /></a></div><br /></div><div>Here is my recent YouTube video. I haven`t really changed a lot, though (More singing and being silly!) I guess once crazy, always crazy and there`s nothing you can do about it. It is going to be my "vlog theme song":</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/1jt8_H1_5ZM" width="320" youtube-src-id="1jt8_H1_5ZM"></iframe></div><br /><div><br /></div>Thanks for reading my blog articles and watching my weird videos. Subscribe to my YouTube channel <a href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCFh85ONhjEPDZwXStUjrRYA" target="_blank">The Mali Show</a> and I am on Instagram as <a href="https://www.instagram.com/malisuniverse/" target="_blank">@malisuniverse</a>. Facebook page is also <a href="https://www.facebook.com/malisuniverse" target="_blank">@malisuniverse </a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcShZPxhRsS1ShU7hcJN7SCPhXF9hm4SSzM8UTZJWCPco1HbX2lyBfHRtaB4hiiKa9XIpDSw7Ot-irBmuBlGNgSLriPDEb1ja3qr57Ci2Ed4l7Xcck_asj6pRCCrQQoNidoRl3lWLaWPnh-sU52xO__jZ5TtFott7P6xHZ14JKi9O_T55KXekjPZ45kQ2F/s1600/logo1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="220" data-original-width="1600" height="88" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcShZPxhRsS1ShU7hcJN7SCPhXF9hm4SSzM8UTZJWCPco1HbX2lyBfHRtaB4hiiKa9XIpDSw7Ot-irBmuBlGNgSLriPDEb1ja3qr57Ci2Ed4l7Xcck_asj6pRCCrQQoNidoRl3lWLaWPnh-sU52xO__jZ5TtFott7P6xHZ14JKi9O_T55KXekjPZ45kQ2F/w640-h88/logo1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Satisfy;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">The show that you can't tell your friends about</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Satisfy; font-size: x-large;"> because then you don't have friends anymore.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Malihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06717702697100919267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099288442291639157.post-37079104299398481072023-11-23T00:42:00.000-08:002023-12-10T12:59:11.388-08:00HUGE headlines? No thanks / The bob
<div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 90px;"><b>HI <span style="color: #20124d;">FANS! </span></b></span><b style="font-family: arial; font-size: 90px;">I am just </b><b style="font-family: arial; font-size: 90px;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #20124d;">inspired </span></span>by the Norwegian <span style="color: #20124d;">front page</span> news <span style="color: #20124d;">π°</span> today!π’</b></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: 90px;"><b>Hope that`s <span style="color: #20124d;">okay?</span></b></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">Omg! NO! But I just wanted to try this huge font. It doesn`t really work. The news magazines want to get attention this way. And I don`t want attention. #irony </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">Obviously, I want to get as much attention as possible with my blog posts and videos. Because WHY would I blog in the first place? To hide under a rock? NO! I obviously want to show the world who I am. My proof of existence in this universe. But I am not willing to go <b>CRAZY</b> like many celebrities out there. Crazy and without any substance. <b>NO! </b>As much as I would like to scream</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 90px;"><b>I AM <span style="color: #20124d;">HERE!π’</span></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">I don`t. I could have accepted a few opportunites in the past but I said "No". Because it wasn`t ME! I am my own boss. So, it would work out pretty bad for me. Because I set the standards and I make the rules. π <b>IN MY UNIVERSE! </b></span><span style="font-family: arial;">π </span><span style="font-family: arial;">Yes, I know we are many people in this universe. I am not the only one here, but I create my own reality. We all create our own realities. I choose to be happy, positive and creative. I don`t choose to be sad, negative and uncreative. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhehcDILEJUAoCtzU1SOT3qWAq-_5zGHNPi3GNU__C4e8rACDsX6GZMu-4BW2UmkLqB3adPAXIFGWjnbL08l5dSSnrinjIgTS2Uw9fLi5E7vw1Q0Lc5d_EQ3pWh0mW5lMQLH1HQsLldndm5g2MJPIG72yjOOV_al8fBOBPk-hlmmH_gzHv7bw_yNTLRlxA/s873/IMG_20190724_090829.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="873" data-original-width="655" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhehcDILEJUAoCtzU1SOT3qWAq-_5zGHNPi3GNU__C4e8rACDsX6GZMu-4BW2UmkLqB3adPAXIFGWjnbL08l5dSSnrinjIgTS2Uw9fLi5E7vw1Q0Lc5d_EQ3pWh0mW5lMQLH1HQsLldndm5g2MJPIG72yjOOV_al8fBOBPk-hlmmH_gzHv7bw_yNTLRlxA/s16000/IMG_20190724_090829.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Being creative and weird at the same time.<br /><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj91DDICB4foUPT2Zrf0x9Hqh1MdADlaUFVsA89E4VCFGUoHnXTFjfp-p-0KU6Bsgs7rSiUoMjJxjzNVeT-Au4EmdGE6audVJV1TfdXPFTvui32a_bwI1XJAIDHogu3zDqbq5gjolj5iN2oJ2I1Uw_APXdECHDp1cNqdGwixQN4NlmodTzJDBYW34VS6IA/s640/13319966_10153167548677824_4637508293803674314_n%20copy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj91DDICB4foUPT2Zrf0x9Hqh1MdADlaUFVsA89E4VCFGUoHnXTFjfp-p-0KU6Bsgs7rSiUoMjJxjzNVeT-Au4EmdGE6audVJV1TfdXPFTvui32a_bwI1XJAIDHogu3zDqbq5gjolj5iN2oJ2I1Uw_APXdECHDp1cNqdGwixQN4NlmodTzJDBYW34VS6IA/s16000/13319966_10153167548677824_4637508293803674314_n%20copy.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I choose to smile with a natural haircut that they </span><b style="font-family: arial;">ALL WANT NOW!</b><span style="font-family: arial;"> </span><b style="font-family: arial;">The BOB! Right?</b></div></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 90px;"><b>RIGHT? The <span style="color: #20124d;">BOB,</span> right? Looking <span style="color: #20124d;">HOT!π₯</span><span>WOW!</span>π€―</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">Uggh! No! I am really not into this kind of news. It is for the desperate and less educated. I am not saying I am educated, though. But you get my point, right? (The less intelligent? Was that better?) </span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span><div style="font-family: arial;">I knew this many years ago. The secret. That the bob is a winner! (The haircut!) I was never interested in following the trends. I still don`t follow the trends. Trends are here to be broken, just like rules are! I choose to use retro VHS filters on my videos to create an old 80`s look. That is actually getting more and more trendy to my own confusion. YouTubers are using these effects more and more. NOOO! But I believe life was better in the 80`s. (I was born in the 80`s so obviously that`s why things started to shift for the better! π) I am only kidding! I would never call myself "HOT"! I was mimicking the Norwegian newspapers. Because they are really into "HOT" and "SEX" and words like these. The "wow"- factor. And I am not into that at all. (Besides to rank myself higher in Google!) I am just into making quality creative content.π Which only the few and far between are able to do, working for the Norwegian newspapers. They only argue right now. They are making a mess and they know it. I think the most popular journalist in the game should create his own documentary website. And create his OWN content.πYou are a great journalist Tore StrΓΈmΓΈy, that`s why I made a song about you in pure TRΓNDERSK that only the few and far between know. Enjoy this fabolous song: <a href="https://youtu.be/6OycL7MpGsk?si=Xry1l9b8qSgI0wTG" target="_blank">Tore tar feil!</a></div><div style="font-family: arial;"><br /></div><div><span style="color: white; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"><b style="background-color: #20124d;"> PHOTO TAIM! Because you didn`t ask...</b></span></div><div style="font-family: arial;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: arial;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQioN4zXEVQHiWPuEMEOBKfdGJBtBIzyo_PCTwCTTG2IgIf3ZmTewviOdU256yH2id2nP4-fbJlGfvs97V1AEifgit0t9McfDASbPWWxkJmI6f-MXDBjnrHHnYAodLLrFUItoSvYIdYwlvVC4z9I0veyhWkLUXVCxD68Ru5Mpdz32j5XO9YNwvAZ8xbYk/s16000/mali.jpg" /></div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I chose this photo today because of the haircut. <b>The bob</b>. I am rocking the bob here. But I kind of hate this photo. So not me! Like I am killing my own character. 23 years old, trying to be a "model"? For the first and last time! Just for the attention and to make headlines. In the end it wasn`t me. I quickly realised that. At least it has that 80`s kind of vibe that I love. So, why did I publish it? (There`s really nothing wrong with this photo, but it is really not ME!) Just to use myself as an example again like I always am, that this kind of news is fake. To me! (Or to everybody else. But at least I am not body shaming myself here, that`s a good thing! I look cuteπAnd I never regret anything.) But it`s almost like Donald Trump`s fake news. I can`t even say his name (Uggh! I am very sensitive!) and I get the same feeling (Uggh!) whenever I look at these kinds of photos of myself too. And EVERYBODY ELSE`S! Hey! I am tired of your halfnaked asses / fake news all the time on your front pages! NOT INTERESTED! Who the h*ll are interested? I guess only old men (Sugardaddies!) like Donald himself.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I am so glad I found the love of the old VHS tapes.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">The EFFECTS! EFFECTTTS! I use them creatively! JESES! ππ</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b style="font-family: arial; font-size: xx-large;">PAY ME WELL AND I WILL DO ANOTHER SHOOT LIKE THIS ONE! π</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">#irony (I think you already understand that!)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7duCagJ57gC7YxhH6v8Df0i2IMPQtcocXyLc_gwEBX2JVvORm6lSHu02M8KJ29YiCS5BURa3pPDviaDvoSnsx_SEPKw05T72CHs73QKQtJBmNMEPgxwdE0_B9WKDCc9gjdCi-1cPgAawvx6xrW_quFyA5ckwrJXZTdkv3U4haSZjFWDkzmb8phB6ju5Q/s500/note1.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="332" data-original-width="500" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7duCagJ57gC7YxhH6v8Df0i2IMPQtcocXyLc_gwEBX2JVvORm6lSHu02M8KJ29YiCS5BURa3pPDviaDvoSnsx_SEPKw05T72CHs73QKQtJBmNMEPgxwdE0_B9WKDCc9gjdCi-1cPgAawvx6xrW_quFyA5ckwrJXZTdkv3U4haSZjFWDkzmb8phB6ju5Q/s320/note1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWD0csgbcM6BHyOW-EZNN9igtk7sMga-MsjcfNitxhpZhVXLc1lrHvg-gd5z4BQ0fTtshWSstikP-HzI_B8GT_Wy4_u3JJUKQjoU1EFh83-fy4LhdA3TP2kQym39hckY0B_-kSBqEa9anY7kSxd7QYt0RgvdP5vAWPXejMjopxvRAd5r-tTNQIZL-Aihg/s640/WIN_20200509_14_54_18_Pro.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWD0csgbcM6BHyOW-EZNN9igtk7sMga-MsjcfNitxhpZhVXLc1lrHvg-gd5z4BQ0fTtshWSstikP-HzI_B8GT_Wy4_u3JJUKQjoU1EFh83-fy4LhdA3TP2kQym39hckY0B_-kSBqEa9anY7kSxd7QYt0RgvdP5vAWPXejMjopxvRAd5r-tTNQIZL-Aihg/s16000/WIN_20200509_14_54_18_Pro.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am <b>SO MUCH MORE</b> comfortable here! β§ The hippie, native American style is really my thing. The Hopi indians knew what`s coming. Interesting tribe. They just looked up in the sky. A new earth is coming! A new universe. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But I need no new universe. PLEASE! Not when you are in one.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAGuI2zNUNG8Eyp2eUbznObfou1-A9WA5IW00KGvEX2EXYXts5IUeR3nfYmBkuSdHs2IM7RF-GKtQ-rL6mUIO9amXizqugD1nw6rhGZn6kYwPBkpWFq0xSO7xbwKBkqG8b3RunIna903_nIUeifkeXCD7wKJPewDvht-9TQlEqTPDm0qm1AKGP9Cu7PVw/s860/cropped-TITTEL_BLOG.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="81" data-original-width="860" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAGuI2zNUNG8Eyp2eUbznObfou1-A9WA5IW00KGvEX2EXYXts5IUeR3nfYmBkuSdHs2IM7RF-GKtQ-rL6mUIO9amXizqugD1nw6rhGZn6kYwPBkpWFq0xSO7xbwKBkqG8b3RunIna903_nIUeifkeXCD7wKJPewDvht-9TQlEqTPDm0qm1AKGP9Cu7PVw/s16000/cropped-TITTEL_BLOG.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Malihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06717702697100919267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099288442291639157.post-91381912227921828062023-11-21T05:28:00.000-08:002024-01-06T03:36:29.896-08:00You are not your story<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTNwWZnvMNehdltPK0NvWSMvegmH_2sW6c106c9WSvZnaJWwVhCPef1OiTBCq5x1AXnN29_AgCr-65U-0bO6EVVDDLVGdoHMcrU4PLLwsr5qfJi7IAZ0KkDY3niIZQlsqQP75k8U1lYQROdGo2xlyMRkLdUJgEHLY6pSndjf9wiGYIfmc3kT5pp5bzWWs/s2048/IMG_20170727_173741.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1542" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTNwWZnvMNehdltPK0NvWSMvegmH_2sW6c106c9WSvZnaJWwVhCPef1OiTBCq5x1AXnN29_AgCr-65U-0bO6EVVDDLVGdoHMcrU4PLLwsr5qfJi7IAZ0KkDY3niIZQlsqQP75k8U1lYQROdGo2xlyMRkLdUJgEHLY6pSndjf9wiGYIfmc3kT5pp5bzWWs/s16000/IMG_20170727_173741.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I am a very talented model and photographer π Have no idea why Vogue refuses to call me.π’</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>"You are not your story" is today`s headline on my blog. "Well...that`s not true. Because everything you experienced became the person you are today." Yes, but you can change this belief system. You can go from being a victim (Victimizing yourself) to becoming a winner.πWhatever you have experienced in you life is not going to destermine who you are FOREVER. Yes, it will determine who you are for a moment in time. But not forever. That has to stop if that`s the case!</div><div><br /></div><div>"Oh Mali! Stop pretending to be this life coach without having an actual education in the field!"π I totally understand what you`re going through right now. You might even get this cringy feeling, like "She doesn`t know these things. She never studied these topics"π. You`re right! I never did! Who cares? (I was just using myself as an example. So that I don`t have to make fun of other people.)</div><div><br /></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEDnsQTaPOdDMK95SLGYfSxcrYLqX56ygjOOLQyziWVCIGp4IfPeY-X6CISvZsh2KV9s8xYgMTII24H9bXkvuW49tSwex1_GHdcPsoMIwt7k5K4e6sMnKB3kmfdDCo1ljI-awtcd_mtxYBcQgwrKMAi1UN2M-ag0NNY3lzQRfiwpmp4bfXFKr2-PpdLJ8/s1280/Vlog%208888.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEDnsQTaPOdDMK95SLGYfSxcrYLqX56ygjOOLQyziWVCIGp4IfPeY-X6CISvZsh2KV9s8xYgMTII24H9bXkvuW49tSwex1_GHdcPsoMIwt7k5K4e6sMnKB3kmfdDCo1ljI-awtcd_mtxYBcQgwrKMAi1UN2M-ag0NNY3lzQRfiwpmp4bfXFKr2-PpdLJ8/s16000/Vlog%208888.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My BEST photo EVER! It`s SO GREAT that I had to credit it "malisuniverse.com"π. #irony</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Be careful of judging people just because of their lack of hours listening to a boring teacher, who doesn`t have a more advanced intelligence than the rest of us. And who didn`t change the world any more than, let`s say...YOU can! I just want to remind you that Steve Jobs dropped out of college. I am NOT saying that YOU shouldn`t get an education. That`s not my point. The point is; you are not your story. IF you struggled in your past you still have an important voice in society. Maybe you`re selftaught at something. Your personal and practical experiences in life are way more important than sitting on a chair for hours listening to someone who does not understand YOUR story. Most people can at least list one reason that made them struggle with their own story. No-one is perfect. <b>Perfectionism doesn`t exist.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEginu9TuEmuKhnnnq18WSJF5yHK2wcTgsbAzeMzFqNk5wg22hNVZhX-nuO_epMJm37Z38sBBdJefCY2Gt8LQ-sHxXkWQFqZsbyp37t7cbSndcxwJRg7i1Fe2fm2RVG9sQFRJDvueEEn2xgXI-EsnZzTWtX4fOoNgMuJKJ_0gBvn4x6G43Qo5NpEi_0-b90/s721/26c080e660341fa45db893b577931972.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="721" data-original-width="564" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEginu9TuEmuKhnnnq18WSJF5yHK2wcTgsbAzeMzFqNk5wg22hNVZhX-nuO_epMJm37Z38sBBdJefCY2Gt8LQ-sHxXkWQFqZsbyp37t7cbSndcxwJRg7i1Fe2fm2RVG9sQFRJDvueEEn2xgXI-EsnZzTWtX4fOoNgMuJKJ_0gBvn4x6G43Qo5NpEi_0-b90/s16000/26c080e660341fa45db893b577931972.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span face="Rubik, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #212529; font-size: 15.3px; text-align: left;">If I should ever be invited to an event perfectionism would be the last thing I would think about. I would be too busy making headlines. Stories. Even though I am not my story. But the desperate performance artist in me still says "Yes, tell me what I am!" It`s up to you how you want to rate my art. If I was a famous artist I would prefer if I was BADLY rated because that actually makes the front page. Just like some of the stories that we`ve heard about recently.π<br /><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><b style="background-color: #01ffff;"> Don`t quit realizing your dreams! Be yourself! </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="background-color: #fcff01; color: #ff00fe; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"> Just KNOW THYSELF!</span><span style="background-color: #fcff01; color: #a64d79; font-family: georgia; font-size: x-large;"> </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yes, it IS super, crazy easy! Good luck! If I can do it...what do we say here, fans? That`s right, my fans; <b>you can do it!</b> *All in choir at the same time!* <b>WE CAN DO IT!</b> π (Just a little joke again here.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Until the next time we "meet"; </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>CIAO!</i>π</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeIuNBzSaUPidho7tbcfMhGJOee9zmiqlSGVdPrjqoL4_3RDxaQEL0hlRmJ9hG-QRzHCsSwWM4kiJ8rtorsz_uzGlBhd10fRPzhG8TDlmZ_1TcREg_ZO9MwKAPMVbXfnj8F7__52q8kIygjTxlK1FGY8wy803qYBkuOs_BftHqoG3h7BWNMPu3BcWCzIc/s469/DSC_0115%20copy.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="469" data-original-width="341" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeIuNBzSaUPidho7tbcfMhGJOee9zmiqlSGVdPrjqoL4_3RDxaQEL0hlRmJ9hG-QRzHCsSwWM4kiJ8rtorsz_uzGlBhd10fRPzhG8TDlmZ_1TcREg_ZO9MwKAPMVbXfnj8F7__52q8kIygjTxlK1FGY8wy803qYBkuOs_BftHqoG3h7BWNMPu3BcWCzIc/s16000/DSC_0115%20copy.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yes, the best songs are created wearing a wig! π</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizvY1HOkuvPXEUKjGzJ6_NORBfcK82dwtjr6gLAL6yJSCpsMhsiKaCpuxE43-FnjTGaPLaMZOXeT1U17dBgKng2Q7jy9UyhvTDjHUGUeZPdhAbWdVoigEWHV6kH3Z-MxKW0-lwmW0ZzZC_iSHDVUGz1S6xLC3VDBmR4nEPG8AK_0VAMyg6WTLZvzNy6Mg/s786/Untitled-1.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="171" data-original-width="786" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizvY1HOkuvPXEUKjGzJ6_NORBfcK82dwtjr6gLAL6yJSCpsMhsiKaCpuxE43-FnjTGaPLaMZOXeT1U17dBgKng2Q7jy9UyhvTDjHUGUeZPdhAbWdVoigEWHV6kH3Z-MxKW0-lwmW0ZzZC_iSHDVUGz1S6xLC3VDBmR4nEPG8AK_0VAMyg6WTLZvzNy6Mg/s16000/Untitled-1.png" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Malihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06717702697100919267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099288442291639157.post-13870137755212807292023-11-20T01:43:00.000-08:002023-11-20T21:08:07.273-08:00Of course I`m happy in the "new age"! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPR0B7viKtNx33bW9CYSTNLZwh2yqryBzvl67-nHo_shd821Fr1nS1V1DyCauHK4Q7iYcbgjzmT_oZeV2u9DC2-uRClOxmppgprg0TfFWrBqXd_g1gLjIGNBKmCANxg5rjVetunkRZb5BWzKbn6OR46kcp-mmAK4ZptveLQV9FGIi33YSAR7jPSQo-w8o/s793/28168786_1154613168013739_3925720514398412435_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="461" data-original-width="793" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPR0B7viKtNx33bW9CYSTNLZwh2yqryBzvl67-nHo_shd821Fr1nS1V1DyCauHK4Q7iYcbgjzmT_oZeV2u9DC2-uRClOxmppgprg0TfFWrBqXd_g1gLjIGNBKmCANxg5rjVetunkRZb5BWzKbn6OR46kcp-mmAK4ZptveLQV9FGIi33YSAR7jPSQo-w8o/s16000/28168786_1154613168013739_3925720514398412435_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Maybe you have been judged in your life. In your past. You are not your story. Go on with your life! Be happy! Like..."Of course I`m happy!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGHbK0Yt47zh_yk75BPLWDeNpu3vCx-ZWbLrw5DaS9gE9aqHPp53jbJm2_k8mSMqC77aJrM0V-Cy3hrhjXQJQNAQNGjnMmROEERdW_3e3ORyJ6MErU6m5oLfR6fCHKjCi8gc7dE-2HHfBWDD3qJMvBhpnIDXBeuTnaqeiZTl4cbAic51KXskvqHgLPFc4/s909/TITTEL_BLOG.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="188" data-original-width="909" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGHbK0Yt47zh_yk75BPLWDeNpu3vCx-ZWbLrw5DaS9gE9aqHPp53jbJm2_k8mSMqC77aJrM0V-Cy3hrhjXQJQNAQNGjnMmROEERdW_3e3ORyJ6MErU6m5oLfR6fCHKjCi8gc7dE-2HHfBWDD3qJMvBhpnIDXBeuTnaqeiZTl4cbAic51KXskvqHgLPFc4/s16000/TITTEL_BLOG.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There`s a glitch in reality. This is a movie. Your movie. A movie that is playing FOR you and not against you, like an enemy. The only enemy is always YOU! What you focus on creates your reality.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So, stop being negative TODAY! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"No! there`s no reason to be happy anymore on this planet". Yes, there are a lot of reason why you do not feel good right now. But I choose happiness. And so should you.<b> If I can do it, you can do it.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbib1T7r286_Q6EDD6PKY9uGtMMIb7xd3aksdPeL1DVGIS5IDcyIbgHNPwF_dgSglURk0beifl4vIPiTt1Av4ASmD3p78XBCTPEKiTSC3AWKy2Cz74d2vXJjCRovSLzY1m-CXTaXAd0-QuYQO_9JC22sfnZ5MM5D7ZotggQK32jFnH1mPyUrmwGU5-COo/s2048/IMG_20160406_112844.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbib1T7r286_Q6EDD6PKY9uGtMMIb7xd3aksdPeL1DVGIS5IDcyIbgHNPwF_dgSglURk0beifl4vIPiTt1Av4ASmD3p78XBCTPEKiTSC3AWKy2Cz74d2vXJjCRovSLzY1m-CXTaXAd0-QuYQO_9JC22sfnZ5MM5D7ZotggQK32jFnH1mPyUrmwGU5-COo/s16000/IMG_20160406_112844.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"What NOW?" is a tricky question when you`re feeling stuck in life.<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">What am I going to do with my life? What`s going on in Gaza? Is this going to affect ME? Yes, it is already affecting you.It is affecting all of us. But we can not go and hide under a rock. We CAN but that doesn`t change anything in this world.We have to speak out instead. And be who we truly are instead. Free ouselves instead. There has always been wars. But there`s also another war going on. An invisible war. A war going on inside our minds. Confusion and depression is this war. This is what lead to the wars we see in the world in the first place. What can we do in this situation? We can ALL start to speak our truth. The truth has to come out. Who are YOU? Did you meditate today? (Okay, that was a joke. I never meditate myself.) Maybe this gets a little too<i> new age</i> for you. I understand that. I am not new age, though. I am too "crazy" to be a new ager. I mean, I am a comedian and that is how I live my life. I don`t get dragged down some spiral. It just isn`t who I am because I am going to see something to laugh about and make a joke about. The spiral down the rabbit hole has a lot of funny rabbits to create memes about. Ain`t nobody got time for NOT being ourselves right now. "No, I don`t want attention. I really want to do this one thing, but NO, I am afraid of what my friends will say!" Just remember that friends are friends for a reason so do it anyway. Or maybe they are just so-called "friends"? Yes, we all have them. Or used to have them in the past.</div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Even though I don`t really understand the new age movement, we are in a new age, where the truth is coming to the surface. So, the age is actually moving. We see this all over the news and more is going to be revealed soon. It all has to happen to create a better earth. It is like that pimple on your face; It gets worse before it gets better.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Time for a coffee break! And remember...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi52i2wfLs6oZP99Lk1BOieXlDCsykKVvwWiHmwG6gRvq5van0mB4vvIZYGiCVnUdw1ncgju0p5VejWbtZoJSEWyL2PkiG-WfVd6m63fOHzrfGxXi1fW-iToE4SbxkKAF_8X5MUAoLI5vfATqbwoLjA7VfFsRk1id9gBryS0kp0k-wwsXEPLhMKTloMGfY/s1500/valentine-i-like-you-a-latte-paper-coffee-cups-with-lids-12-pc-~13961347.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="1500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi52i2wfLs6oZP99Lk1BOieXlDCsykKVvwWiHmwG6gRvq5van0mB4vvIZYGiCVnUdw1ncgju0p5VejWbtZoJSEWyL2PkiG-WfVd6m63fOHzrfGxXi1fW-iToE4SbxkKAF_8X5MUAoLI5vfATqbwoLjA7VfFsRk1id9gBryS0kp0k-wwsXEPLhMKTloMGfY/w400-h400/valentine-i-like-you-a-latte-paper-coffee-cups-with-lids-12-pc-~13961347.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo: orientaltrading.com</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Please DO NOT give up or STOP your creative energy! And your creative flow!<b> I don`t!...</b></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIq6okUps-T-38he9SCg2mNmXhoIltT_zGv_VPXPweuNIKPHnzcpuatPFeNO31M25TVGHauphh0Hi37vUxBZEFC4_dFpglcWVGZ8zkLaHL1www7bLjY0ccYHmvZnR8_4UsY2v4M_jsHF7FA6_x7NtE8v_FytmogjksreyustSV3AL0NQU_W2ZctWc8Ybs/s800/Untitled-1.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIq6okUps-T-38he9SCg2mNmXhoIltT_zGv_VPXPweuNIKPHnzcpuatPFeNO31M25TVGHauphh0Hi37vUxBZEFC4_dFpglcWVGZ8zkLaHL1www7bLjY0ccYHmvZnR8_4UsY2v4M_jsHF7FA6_x7NtE8v_FytmogjksreyustSV3AL0NQU_W2ZctWc8Ybs/s16000/Untitled-1.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If I can do it - you can do it! Let`s do this together! Do NOT feel like you`re on a guilt trip for feeling good and alive! </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2-ZEdpD3dx5FQ6GY5nRvqE-qysS7MkU84aJ7ZbhpTZLGXJXPDpMbkhqePfQR5_EIRL44udLRx8y-BtzyWFvO7hSNLtS_OfBRvBaG_4EiBGi5GbFSfwqkLESaL7W8wNBGGDRwmgl7Qu3qgvQ9T6PVOaGfX_sMMx8oNhG6DI3lu8J5Hi51rkBqhtkZoWjs/s1200/body%20life2%20.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2-ZEdpD3dx5FQ6GY5nRvqE-qysS7MkU84aJ7ZbhpTZLGXJXPDpMbkhqePfQR5_EIRL44udLRx8y-BtzyWFvO7hSNLtS_OfBRvBaG_4EiBGi5GbFSfwqkLESaL7W8wNBGGDRwmgl7Qu3qgvQ9T6PVOaGfX_sMMx8oNhG6DI3lu8J5Hi51rkBqhtkZoWjs/s16000/body%20life2%20.png" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnb2aQsJaA644IlxAqN_YXe_OsNjSeavCgZkfzuU_RA8ivz3VmZm6bNmneWlkZz-w6x0fyzrcuFQpsJQDlhb1C_aKVSMJvTGMxYwdK9FHOmWQ9gux6KKFThYmPE8-pXMUx9qvEVdpsDDm3JkH3mPDczj05PUAfMFGKHQsmKBYmhi3bN42IlQLT0I0NqLU/s1200/Untitled-1.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnb2aQsJaA644IlxAqN_YXe_OsNjSeavCgZkfzuU_RA8ivz3VmZm6bNmneWlkZz-w6x0fyzrcuFQpsJQDlhb1C_aKVSMJvTGMxYwdK9FHOmWQ9gux6KKFThYmPE8-pXMUx9qvEVdpsDDm3JkH3mPDczj05PUAfMFGKHQsmKBYmhi3bN42IlQLT0I0NqLU/s16000/Untitled-1.png" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeCAw-5HgCzYYZUi-iaMTYfERAhs6I2EciiODsA20x2IZSoI1s6111SdpASEUeDVK3lf_Q2cjUgDQ1HrQBKIOCIvUjOwcd2m-dBnjbz8Sm7nED4YXz7fOCjmqVMsUOcjruXxKZSKPy-SqVWZiGxvOE51f22Espd4laGSs4vaPWJLEHnJcM0X6t8cvVj0U/s1200/body%20life%202.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="700" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeCAw-5HgCzYYZUi-iaMTYfERAhs6I2EciiODsA20x2IZSoI1s6111SdpASEUeDVK3lf_Q2cjUgDQ1HrQBKIOCIvUjOwcd2m-dBnjbz8Sm7nED4YXz7fOCjmqVMsUOcjruXxKZSKPy-SqVWZiGxvOE51f22Espd4laGSs4vaPWJLEHnJcM0X6t8cvVj0U/s16000/body%20life%202.png" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>This was my kind of art. Edgy, colorful and with a message to humanity. <b><span style="color: #ff00fe;">STAYING ALIVE!</span></b> I made these in Photoshop. <br /><div><br /></div><div>Photos in this blog post: Created by me except for one. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbz6PHILgPmN3absuaMAtD4ofwIq8TvW-DIhNyPTQMYoYYRZwJamCe1r6utFD1t4k0LXs9-3CvW1ZlBaqRI7bACRrB65AFNpcox9Jd2UczsuRXRCuFbeUqz-K_BYdfkiMYUIdiJna_4CCijauHv1dYyTb3_kObQD8piiBd0z7GEEAuYzqKxeFDzk6wpO4/s558/4a2de1cb41dec33fbcaab25d9bde3d4a.gif" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="558" data-original-width="520" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbz6PHILgPmN3absuaMAtD4ofwIq8TvW-DIhNyPTQMYoYYRZwJamCe1r6utFD1t4k0LXs9-3CvW1ZlBaqRI7bACRrB65AFNpcox9Jd2UczsuRXRCuFbeUqz-K_BYdfkiMYUIdiJna_4CCijauHv1dYyTb3_kObQD8piiBd0z7GEEAuYzqKxeFDzk6wpO4/s16000/4a2de1cb41dec33fbcaab25d9bde3d4a.gif" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">Thank you for being a tourist passing through Mali`s Universe. Thank you for being a witness of all the stories going on inside my mind, simultaneously.
Like, share and comment! Thanks! π</span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">
<img alt="your photo name" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrWK0ZPxo67mxl1I36wpXfeaH9iv6nVWazDU8Gz847nMTs9L5w_x8U2TG5C06i5k0bD0BgO_VYZLwelxBNkr9QdWm5gwpaZtbrk0hXKU__bgPPRmLw-4_8sNyWWwQWUCIN-HX6IqmKMV7k/s1600/66cc83ee121146c271339bb85db4ad35.gif" /></div>Malihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06717702697100919267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099288442291639157.post-35098598597567526682023-11-14T13:29:00.000-08:002023-11-14T15:12:12.784-08:00You fake like a cheap copy from China!<div><br /></div><div>One of my most popular articles is <a href="https://www.malisuniverse.com/2017/11/you-fake-like-this-birkin.html" target="_blank">"You fake like this birkin!" </a> So, I am going to write a new article about things I believe are FAKE! (And if YOU are a fake idiot like the type I am going to explain to you in this post, then there`s HOPE! STILL!....I believe. Maybe...So, I am going to post my post in the "You can do it!"- category.)</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0AaEz2ru9Hkv730TJUn_JXAQqi6L4VhcuZlc6AiMQ5VSHrcqxkbDXARjY-y1vS34UBtV4uQWhGAya9GLnPeWnFjrSezXVdkhddYYpyGjvQOUhKUXokO9zY7CO1N29xXtZ0s3hyphenhyphengeZnLGPPTiKGVj-fkvvnsLdDioufzSY8x5PtWGDN7tsclqAjipuVVA/s720/dacdamcn8ew31.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="720" div="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0AaEz2ru9Hkv730TJUn_JXAQqi6L4VhcuZlc6AiMQ5VSHrcqxkbDXARjY-y1vS34UBtV4uQWhGAya9GLnPeWnFjrSezXVdkhddYYpyGjvQOUhKUXokO9zY7CO1N29xXtZ0s3hyphenhyphengeZnLGPPTiKGVj-fkvvnsLdDioufzSY8x5PtWGDN7tsclqAjipuVVA/s16000/dacdamcn8ew31.png" /><br /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">LOL! π That was so funny! Not really but...didn`t find any cool "Fake memes" pictures on Google. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I hope you are not fake idiots like the ones from...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><h2 style="text-align: left;">The Milli Vanilli group</h2><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This pop group did not only lip sync to "their songs", the group members lip synced to sombody ELSE`S vocals! That`s crazy! And that`s so FAKE! I have no words to how fake that is. JESES!π§</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Video:</div><div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/eeqYUS5sF6A" width="320" youtube-src-id="eeqYUS5sF6A"></iframe></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">That was some next level FAKE sh*t, right?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Don`t you come around with your fake sh*t! I am all about REALNESS! I may not be the best music producer in the world and I do NOT play the keyboard very well. Hey! I STILL did it! Because I am REAL. I am serving you the REAL DEAL HERE. You can`t get any more real and weird. But what is better? FAKE? I made this song on a freaking Windows computer that had almost broken apart with black tape on the sides to keep the harddisc inside the frame. And they couldn`t tell the producer "Well, we kinda feel like...umm...we shouldn`t ..I mean...fool the peop"? "SHUT UP! We`ll stay on this contract for one more year!" Get it? (The deceit?)</div><div><br /></div><div>Proof that I don`t get anything at all and that is how I wanna keep things...Keeping the mystery! So, why don`t you have a listen to my song "My world is yellow"? Like China! Okay, that was a bad joke! π</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/M-3LF7uVcks" width="320" youtube-src-id="M-3LF7uVcks"></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div>Although you were just introduced to a huge meme, I finally found the Google memes...</div><div><br /></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg55ne-sB_TLo1HwGT0IDcvDk6OSK9_8UdliAylFLK0guHP6rhzSJ9cQc8ywoyXBVNntDo_DqsR7gofHz5eGUp3_gvlZ-NRcjFMVWSc0fFvQYD2sF_vxBWRDn5PKel9g-BPpQFg1YHh5iSZ1kOhOJCSPqQoQ7og6d1DQi1fzC9_NpJF8za8ebnP73fbesA/s1070/A13usaonutL._AC_CLa_2140,2000_818kGmbZX-L.png_0,0,2140,2000+0.0,0.0,2140.0,2000.0_UY1000_.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1070" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg55ne-sB_TLo1HwGT0IDcvDk6OSK9_8UdliAylFLK0guHP6rhzSJ9cQc8ywoyXBVNntDo_DqsR7gofHz5eGUp3_gvlZ-NRcjFMVWSc0fFvQYD2sF_vxBWRDn5PKel9g-BPpQFg1YHh5iSZ1kOhOJCSPqQoQ7og6d1DQi1fzC9_NpJF8za8ebnP73fbesA/s16000/A13usaonutL._AC_CLa_2140,2000_818kGmbZX-L.png_0,0,2140,2000+0.0,0.0,2140.0,2000.0_UY1000_.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This shirt had no meaning and I don`t know why I chose this picture. But fake cheese is really serious, so I am gonna keep it anyway.<br />Photo: amazon.com<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIGvy2a00lAE0LcLjN-lr1NukloEgOY-4of27VvpjC1wqZ83nxhMaUEaHJDynsB3u_4c9uCayzZdVu3OZd4QVTkuRs3Axi0e2Sfd5RSIViBQLwj_C-lWHCFAW8EgVXjd72cnxIkyZod_pIfEW2NYQhFY9NRtZJrCR6N41FhCHYpr9PX6y4i9ypkCaropc/s238/images.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="212" data-original-width="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIGvy2a00lAE0LcLjN-lr1NukloEgOY-4of27VvpjC1wqZ83nxhMaUEaHJDynsB3u_4c9uCayzZdVu3OZd4QVTkuRs3Axi0e2Sfd5RSIViBQLwj_C-lWHCFAW8EgVXjd72cnxIkyZod_pIfEW2NYQhFY9NRtZJrCR6N41FhCHYpr9PX6y4i9ypkCaropc/s16000/images.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I see them and hear about them but I do not involve myself in their mess. On my early journey (From 18 to exactly 30 (Before 18 kinda doesn`t count in my case! I AM a case study!π) years old I listened to the haters and the naysayers and jumped down the rabbit hole together with the other so called cool "kids" (Cool adult kids refusing to adult! They were about 2 people, me and that other person? Well, sometimes it takes one person (NOT my female childhood friend. She is awesome! This is a male) Anyways...) in the surge to experience "culture". But in the end I turned out to be one of the coolest "kids" I know. <b>Not even kidding! π</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So, you can learn here! Learn from this pop group. To NEVER accept anything less than what you truly ARE! NEVER SETTLE FOR LESS! They felt forced to stay on the contract. They wanted to be on stage and this was their chance<b>. Obviously, there`s a limit to how fake you can become. This really destroys the Norwegian walnut cake! And I would never do anything less but eat that cake to the last spoon...</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Fake version...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB3xlOF2Gva4W4UlfW1yxNhvrqRaZY0rpgP_MO8eZKVjrCX2nm9tJg6CNuh9RvbkjGVyLp5Bdeckbyy9hIpn696-hqE-eWINDYW1YSIOCDVswNb3BUnLmLa_LeZvywK3sWikhIwo3ux8J9PfWfYFzJu0bMbb8VtizjHgskZro_JsKTug_JIVUDNvmI0I0/s1024/AU2A1643-1024x683.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="683" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB3xlOF2Gva4W4UlfW1yxNhvrqRaZY0rpgP_MO8eZKVjrCX2nm9tJg6CNuh9RvbkjGVyLp5Bdeckbyy9hIpn696-hqE-eWINDYW1YSIOCDVswNb3BUnLmLa_LeZvywK3sWikhIwo3ux8J9PfWfYFzJu0bMbb8VtizjHgskZro_JsKTug_JIVUDNvmI0I0/s16000/AU2A1643-1024x683.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It does not look right. Photo: passionforbaking.com</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><b><br /></b></div><div>Real "CLOSED OFF" Walnut cake is supposed to be thrown on the plate...because you`re desperate to eat it. Listen honeym IF you`re just standing there being fake and afraid you`re doing it WRONG!</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ertAnOfVjpDQjjehiwB71AHR_n9zuZYhr9IV988gRotjm6i6Bbpkt8VJD20rgOr-WL8yGxKsptYcdG6_yJyEtI1IdYB_uUsRJytUmAzSNL8RblcMRMZuKhlTRmU8_GJ6eUmEWFWqGvZI3W06XwT8n86tilWH2DauxJZ2VG6ZUE7eVNUIbqO_nkCAg9c/s750/13492715154_59e325535b_c.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="750" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ertAnOfVjpDQjjehiwB71AHR_n9zuZYhr9IV988gRotjm6i6Bbpkt8VJD20rgOr-WL8yGxKsptYcdG6_yJyEtI1IdYB_uUsRJytUmAzSNL8RblcMRMZuKhlTRmU8_GJ6eUmEWFWqGvZI3W06XwT8n86tilWH2DauxJZ2VG6ZUE7eVNUIbqO_nkCAg9c/s16000/13492715154_59e325535b_c.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thrown on a paper plate by one of your coworkers. You were the last person he served! Because you were the least important employer in that job. (I feel a future blog post coming soon!) They almost forgot you! You cried as you jumped on that bike home from work that day.<br />*THAT FEELING* Photo:<a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/eatingintranslation/13492715154" target="_blank"> Flicker - user</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Thank you for being a tourist passing through Mali`s Universe. Thank you for being a witness of all the stories going on inside my mind, simultaneously.
Like, share and comment! Thanks! π</div><div><br /></div><div>
<img alt="your photo name" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrWK0ZPxo67mxl1I36wpXfeaH9iv6nVWazDU8Gz847nMTs9L5w_x8U2TG5C06i5k0bD0BgO_VYZLwelxBNkr9QdWm5gwpaZtbrk0hXKU__bgPPRmLw-4_8sNyWWwQWUCIN-HX6IqmKMV7k/s1600/66cc83ee121146c271339bb85db4ad35.gif" /></div>Malihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06717702697100919267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099288442291639157.post-56836316538782912782023-11-05T15:45:00.014-08:002023-11-07T01:15:27.623-08:00Blogging: I found an old header...and other things....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I just found an old header. Yes, I`m gonna use this one!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8XilvW3Tk4OKaoxa_1pzeyYfVdcMNUoHACWnwOLewWCpTNInGPEsTgprrNJXg1X57vVXHB5C25APs9a0W5_HY80AUUwxbdcNCKX2NGEPop5zwQAGWkinQI7fR8km_KxMix-pvUaj2dqsX6Ds5qsd3z8BTGVs4icZGgNeZt90lTopuG0W5ehZClvWVAB0/s1600/Untitled%20copy2.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="656" data-original-width="1600" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8XilvW3Tk4OKaoxa_1pzeyYfVdcMNUoHACWnwOLewWCpTNInGPEsTgprrNJXg1X57vVXHB5C25APs9a0W5_HY80AUUwxbdcNCKX2NGEPop5zwQAGWkinQI7fR8km_KxMix-pvUaj2dqsX6Ds5qsd3z8BTGVs4icZGgNeZt90lTopuG0W5ehZClvWVAB0/s16000/Untitled%20copy2.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I made this one in 2015. It had other color options too. </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I started to blog in 2006 in Norway, on a blogg.no - blog. But I have deleted it since then because I realized that I only wanted to blog in english. I have since that time had plenty of blogs! π Why? Because I am addicted to writing. Addictions: Writing, creating music, creating videos, being on YouTube for that reason, being an entertainer, comedy is my thing, drinking coffee. Life starts after coffee! β</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I collected these images like 15 years ago...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE-i-g-wTxP3PEkhRMRgxh7mhJMe45y_-3DLsY4zi6FnC-bIP4pzI8fE4kRRDnnnNyG4QYdp7JpUDSWJQlzfBCWLHx0CCQz2QNqXmCRhAfYb0TmyopuQkFMFMsB53Fqak2ERQwp-B_gSFfEDcxZLjk1H8cwSfxwqZVlriDO6zytvity2Xgg78j2DtKwF4/s300/img-thingCADRR6FE.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="300" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE-i-g-wTxP3PEkhRMRgxh7mhJMe45y_-3DLsY4zi6FnC-bIP4pzI8fE4kRRDnnnNyG4QYdp7JpUDSWJQlzfBCWLHx0CCQz2QNqXmCRhAfYb0TmyopuQkFMFMsB53Fqak2ERQwp-B_gSFfEDcxZLjk1H8cwSfxwqZVlriDO6zytvity2Xgg78j2DtKwF4/s1600/img-thingCADRR6FE.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV9rsf19tYRFAqvtpEd4WN-ZRQuw2TfTMS9I7QJcJHOXiSieMZs25RIcO9tErANQZIYLbFrbnqh2J50U7G-xhxkpBFaCD93xKsOKZyZw8K_rduGLZ2HYqgriL8xiq8qu5UWMx-ed6XuPMlO4VkB0wS0XeV844mHRYmvZ-cwqCI__JtInERahJ2lNrWbvE/s300/img-thingCAVZKZ2N.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV9rsf19tYRFAqvtpEd4WN-ZRQuw2TfTMS9I7QJcJHOXiSieMZs25RIcO9tErANQZIYLbFrbnqh2J50U7G-xhxkpBFaCD93xKsOKZyZw8K_rduGLZ2HYqgriL8xiq8qu5UWMx-ed6XuPMlO4VkB0wS0XeV844mHRYmvZ-cwqCI__JtInERahJ2lNrWbvE/s16000/img-thingCAVZKZ2N.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYdr2xScg7zI2kdM7W48gGKkiyc6h9s7JuCLpBF4HKS4gw9I2kY7ekBxWtfjhO3fi2Z3wbPysNeah8p6Jw9ITa0Ub8zjHeSlaHqqkfU0Z5msHBHP5j6GpQN4GZ01fEzkSEfiFX1wMiU_oFL-3W6EHcMNz3xk1oRAxmCrpc_tvXyzryYDC1jMksmBAiMcc/s300/img-thingCAMS1CWI.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYdr2xScg7zI2kdM7W48gGKkiyc6h9s7JuCLpBF4HKS4gw9I2kY7ekBxWtfjhO3fi2Z3wbPysNeah8p6Jw9ITa0Ub8zjHeSlaHqqkfU0Z5msHBHP5j6GpQN4GZ01fEzkSEfiFX1wMiU_oFL-3W6EHcMNz3xk1oRAxmCrpc_tvXyzryYDC1jMksmBAiMcc/s16000/img-thingCAMS1CWI.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKUHQN35LBfzPb0xRpcQVdTAcNVTa7bUMC3wn8uoQKVicm0u-ZZ5Zb3oSoO-ba-qZqxamuISXGw83uTL6IEWrMXG5OngG5T3QcHocjToyDIzodgObIef-P5Zr7eN7WJkXc88104zzBdL2KuUsiQ_Gln62fNfB0VdG9dc3WCB0YlqHv5xrNZN9RnZgFfz0/s300/thing_6392227_l.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKUHQN35LBfzPb0xRpcQVdTAcNVTa7bUMC3wn8uoQKVicm0u-ZZ5Zb3oSoO-ba-qZqxamuISXGw83uTL6IEWrMXG5OngG5T3QcHocjToyDIzodgObIef-P5Zr7eN7WJkXc88104zzBdL2KuUsiQ_Gln62fNfB0VdG9dc3WCB0YlqHv5xrNZN9RnZgFfz0/s16000/thing_6392227_l.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">How did I look like around that time? This was 17 years ago...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was 23 in these photos...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdNmr66lXaCSUKQNCNlIZCBfE9bg_Hivx5meNNh6E1jR2tN80i9xtDJajvIq9Lkk2J17z_UZehszSzfI-gYFaXJl5Rd_F6FiRl4y4FXjMmj4BVNlPO5-0UFNEbOA-ijbfFSwd8EA3PgX9AdpXrhY0doaouJgDyUVe0vSrYlYflTOKOGB-b3Jz0BjX7dFM/s256/184329_716892.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="202" data-original-width="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdNmr66lXaCSUKQNCNlIZCBfE9bg_Hivx5meNNh6E1jR2tN80i9xtDJajvIq9Lkk2J17z_UZehszSzfI-gYFaXJl5Rd_F6FiRl4y4FXjMmj4BVNlPO5-0UFNEbOA-ijbfFSwd8EA3PgX9AdpXrhY0doaouJgDyUVe0vSrYlYflTOKOGB-b3Jz0BjX7dFM/s16000/184329_716892.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmr9L2tKpHM-pA7zGrhpSkHKhgda9WsgMh62eM3QjuZDrw-sbuphNTCx7MgRKtuJG_9o1mZxTSdTxVSKvQeMwLgdhRnUK4knGEefNXMF_bpfNVSw9XJEUaHq0KThBITS_i4EvfpVlrzFZyqpPWUxkDSueTBswzpwAt3YMB6Zmdbv78GolmUhEilG-Nafw/s420/luxurious.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="420" data-original-width="281" height="383" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmr9L2tKpHM-pA7zGrhpSkHKhgda9WsgMh62eM3QjuZDrw-sbuphNTCx7MgRKtuJG_9o1mZxTSdTxVSKvQeMwLgdhRnUK4knGEefNXMF_bpfNVSw9XJEUaHq0KThBITS_i4EvfpVlrzFZyqpPWUxkDSueTBswzpwAt3YMB6Zmdbv78GolmUhEilG-Nafw/w256-h383/luxurious.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeCEB74mmHsy44dB0vs1EfGWe5hSfiV25oLNGs2ifuz4ty4hL_xLnL0yiweNgrhRAjs4c6sKC9__DTr_8MbSgK2EQ4hUJpCGcwSEVnzxykmKr58VGHRuMT_TMsXW4csvrcIdXN6T2vf_mKI984za4aeTFuGfueaXemSMY5NP2_IUIiw_6F-gsl_s1FCn4/s425/_MG_6036.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="425" data-original-width="425" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeCEB74mmHsy44dB0vs1EfGWe5hSfiV25oLNGs2ifuz4ty4hL_xLnL0yiweNgrhRAjs4c6sKC9__DTr_8MbSgK2EQ4hUJpCGcwSEVnzxykmKr58VGHRuMT_TMsXW4csvrcIdXN6T2vf_mKI984za4aeTFuGfueaXemSMY5NP2_IUIiw_6F-gsl_s1FCn4/s16000/_MG_6036.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thanks for stopping by! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm47kIScQSXwCK9dVmCMev95CrhmPF-cgThIgFk9eqmBFVVaK6rfrJN3ELhqCSIZY26ctFPLCNKiJe1JgtMcWdQ0S9bsBNWG2KoEEWWKaQ4DWdsZKXTy6D8bhyphenhyphenVLPs842aIBc1BSAGavCkSfpwxEiHY7rXWdlI9f6CqhZEdR07n_aUhyphenhyphenUEfRWoeilRHQc/s528/me.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="420" data-original-width="528" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm47kIScQSXwCK9dVmCMev95CrhmPF-cgThIgFk9eqmBFVVaK6rfrJN3ELhqCSIZY26ctFPLCNKiJe1JgtMcWdQ0S9bsBNWG2KoEEWWKaQ4DWdsZKXTy6D8bhyphenhyphenVLPs842aIBc1BSAGavCkSfpwxEiHY7rXWdlI9f6CqhZEdR07n_aUhyphenhyphenUEfRWoeilRHQc/s16000/me.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidLs4CbBiM6bhYeHduRtJxU6S7cvSY_VUi8e1hnQT0Ss9XyU-u-7DaAOTM4PjIMsdLHBXi2iA_LHseeqRcX4vippaC9T39bFcaQPsnvPbakScqV0ZmaLRLgUAFZzaxBkcMXhDUf5RIwstYrY-7HNqImhFlkHD6VPNVuS8d9J6opgoqmEwJ23WpqYQgpxY/s300/19175036.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="300" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidLs4CbBiM6bhYeHduRtJxU6S7cvSY_VUi8e1hnQT0Ss9XyU-u-7DaAOTM4PjIMsdLHBXi2iA_LHseeqRcX4vippaC9T39bFcaQPsnvPbakScqV0ZmaLRLgUAFZzaxBkcMXhDUf5RIwstYrY-7HNqImhFlkHD6VPNVuS8d9J6opgoqmEwJ23WpqYQgpxY/s1600/19175036.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Thank you for being a tourist passing through Mali`s Universe. Thank you for being a witness of all the stories going on inside my mind, simultaneously.
Like, share and comment! Thanks! π<div><br /></div><div>
<img alt="your photo name" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrWK0ZPxo67mxl1I36wpXfeaH9iv6nVWazDU8Gz847nMTs9L5w_x8U2TG5C06i5k0bD0BgO_VYZLwelxBNkr9QdWm5gwpaZtbrk0hXKU__bgPPRmLw-4_8sNyWWwQWUCIN-HX6IqmKMV7k/s1600/66cc83ee121146c271339bb85db4ad35.gif" /></div>Malihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06717702697100919267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099288442291639157.post-4486796348488107182023-11-05T05:35:00.000-08:002023-11-05T05:35:04.608-08:00Blogging: WHY don`t you own a blog? π<div><br /></div><div>This is going to be about blogging. I struggle from time to time with my two blogs. But now they`re just two. I had one more. But my mind couldn`t handle too many blogs. I had to stop throwing tea parties for my wonderful neighbors. </div><div><br /></div><div>If you only believed me.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am just going to be very quick tonight and just say that I could NOT edit the header design in html no matter how much I tried in the old blog template. So, what does that mean? Well, I now am using the same design as <a href="http://www.themalishow.com" target="_blank">The Mali Show</a>, my other blog. Now, isn`t that interesting and an important thing to tell you?...It changes the world, doesn`t it? NOT. But I just wanted to come here and tell you this. For no reason at all. Because I see that everybody else does things and posts things for no reason at all, too.</div><div>(And believe me you, you are boring!)</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, the mess I`ve made. I have gone back and forth on these templates tonight. NOTHING worked! Only this one works. This template is by far the BEST one I`ve tried.πIt is awesome!</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://www.malisuniverse.com/2023/08/it-is-difficult-to-find-something-to.html" target="_blank">Blogging is hard!</a> is another blog post from the past. You can check out that one.</div><div><br /></div><div>I know so many people that should have a blog. But that is probably because I am interested in their lives. (Oh Yes! It brings out the gossip magazine in me! And I know it is not good, but if it wasn`t for people like me, and my other friends from the past (schools and other places) I don`t know where you`re mystical creatures are hiding. If you had a BLOG I would KNOW, if you`re all just fiiiine and I hope you all are, then bless your hearts! (*With a Southern accent!*) You are the ones I actually want to spy on in this weird way (Some people are so interesting!), but if we didn`t exist and weren`t desperate enough, then...how could the gossip blogs ever survive? You think social media is enough? There`s no personality on social media. To be honest, social media isn`t social AT ALL! I don`t understand why people don`t choose to blog. Or write at all. <b>Writing is my passion. </b>One of my passions!<b> CREATION is my main passion. </b>It covers everything I love.</div><div><br /></div><div>I may return to continue on this blog post. But for now; good night! </div><div><br /></div><div>Hi, I am back again! (The next day) I am now changing serious ERRORS on my blog. I am going to learn / study the html codes regarding the header issues. It is very difficult. But this is the design I need. I need it to be a website, not a "blog look". I know I said the other blog design is awesome. It is but I already use it on The Mali Show, my comedy blog. This is not the comedy "corner". This is where I will share everything else. </div><div><br /></div><div>"So, why do you even blog? WHY ? It is weird." Writing is my passion. I just wrote that earlier. "Why don`t you write a freaking BOOK?" Well, I don`t think I will. Not now anyway. I get easily bored by my own "book projects". The story stops. And it should be a little lenghty, don`t you think? You can`t design your own book-design over and over again and change the headers etc. I am addicted to editing more than anything else. Perhaps coffee was a good candidate not long ago. I am now laying OFF the coffee. (It is always great to believe there`s hope...but then you get back to the coffee machine and the Dolce Gusto is the one I have my eyes on. I wish it wasn`t so.)</div><div><br /></div><div>It is Sunday and tomorrow I am BUSY as h*ll again. We had fall holiday in France until tomorrow, so I am going to have to work hard today. And I will write another blog post again today. Have a great Sunday! Peace!β</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEZ6Ebu6VOFTkehkgAE9NzzWxDsVR0eoxc1d-ZtKv43vSFRGCsqk9KB0yeVdIw6hzg1bVNVl6KD6y64-zvufQg9qJIsFtqQEucQsqhuq5fP0nc2mCWh0TmhBq5z8h0Z2wZLS7FMB1n1z_OmWSwbE9vcjeZpzw836WGTIKuSvIbmpCO_7agbUMFvwI9TlI/s799/victoriandoll%20copy.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="799" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEZ6Ebu6VOFTkehkgAE9NzzWxDsVR0eoxc1d-ZtKv43vSFRGCsqk9KB0yeVdIw6hzg1bVNVl6KD6y64-zvufQg9qJIsFtqQEucQsqhuq5fP0nc2mCWh0TmhBq5z8h0Z2wZLS7FMB1n1z_OmWSwbE9vcjeZpzw836WGTIKuSvIbmpCO_7agbUMFvwI9TlI/s16000/victoriandoll%20copy.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Do you have a blog? </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Thank you for being a tourist passing through Mali`s Universe. Thank you for being a witness of all the stories going on inside my mind, simultaneously.
Like, share and comment! Thanks! π<div><br /></div><div>
<img alt="your photo name" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrWK0ZPxo67mxl1I36wpXfeaH9iv6nVWazDU8Gz847nMTs9L5w_x8U2TG5C06i5k0bD0BgO_VYZLwelxBNkr9QdWm5gwpaZtbrk0hXKU__bgPPRmLw-4_8sNyWWwQWUCIN-HX6IqmKMV7k/s1600/66cc83ee121146c271339bb85db4ad35.gif" /></div>Malihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06717702697100919267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099288442291639157.post-25385985089080427342023-10-30T12:38:00.000-07:002024-02-04T10:54:06.866-08:00Welcome back! Fall in Norway...<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>YO! Have not been here in ages, I feel! But I`m back now! I almost forgot this blog. I LOVE to blog. I have the other blog; <a href="http://malisuniverse.com">malisuniverse.com</a>, so I am always blogging in some way. </div><div><br /></div><div>"WHY do you have two blogs, Mali?" Don`t ask! Just don`t! I can`t answer this question either.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am going to post my recent videos from my YouTube channel <a href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCFh85ONhjEPDZwXStUjrRYA/" target="_blank">The Mali Show</a> and just say a "few words" about what`s going on. I will end up writing a LONG novel this time too, I`m sure! π</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Recent video from Norway. Was going on a hike and decided to "be in the 80`s"...</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/IQhe1gY9ZqE" width="320" youtube-src-id="IQhe1gY9ZqE"></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A "normal" vlog...at least I TRY! π</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/qHH8Poqic1c" width="320" youtube-src-id="qHH8Poqic1c"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So, what`s going on? Well, been drinking TOO MANY cups of Chai Tea Latte while I have been</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">in Norway. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/klkN1Lbkugw" width="320" youtube-src-id="klkN1Lbkugw"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">WOW! I didn`t end up writing a whole novel about being in Norway, doing...stuff...mainly just going to coffees and eating out. Went on a great hike to the wonderful "RΓΈnningen". I am surprised that after all of my LUKKET VALNUTS I was STILL in great shape. Lukket ValnΓΈtt is the best cake in the world. It beats the French pattesseri (hard to spell it, sorry!) a 100 times. And I live in France. And every time I try out a cake there, it is just NOT the same as The CLOSED WALNUT cake of Norway! π</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Thanks for reading my blog articles and watching my weird videos. Subscribe to my YouTube channel <a href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCFh85ONhjEPDZwXStUjrRYA" target="_blank">The Mali Show</a> and I am on Instagram as <a href="https://www.instagram.com/malisuniverse/" target="_blank">@malisuniverse</a>. Facebook page is also <a href="https://www.facebook.com/malisuniverse" target="_blank">@malisuniverse </a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Malihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06717702697100919267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6099288442291639157.post-82741429665732444152023-10-06T23:56:00.026-07:002023-10-08T03:07:16.072-07:00TRUST your life! <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM-bgM9WNuKSb-70-hAUS-t-MIRbv1qVXannL9pnnc6688AIxXlQz2F1s98GdtM5v2G4fdYKTqcUlVskE-bkOW6aXoiUx1uTCGnTLK4xLJ4ll3H_MsoP-SuyR7-nc9peBKgq4lkDPSELEAnEt7mUW1mYolqiquXnEIzqz7vNj7OSnQvz2YEVEia9Lg6NE/s4000/IMG_20231007_150716_195.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM-bgM9WNuKSb-70-hAUS-t-MIRbv1qVXannL9pnnc6688AIxXlQz2F1s98GdtM5v2G4fdYKTqcUlVskE-bkOW6aXoiUx1uTCGnTLK4xLJ4ll3H_MsoP-SuyR7-nc9peBKgq4lkDPSELEAnEt7mUW1mYolqiquXnEIzqz7vNj7OSnQvz2YEVEia9Lg6NE/s16000/IMG_20231007_150716_195.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo from today`s trip to the beach. In the South of France. Where life is slow and laid back, going to coffees, great work / life balance. Lots of siestas and IF you are the liberated type you can sun bathe until December in your mini bikini, no top on. It looks like they are starting NOW. The minis are also popular for guys. Trust me, this is the Riviera! I indeed had an awkward experience collecting these rocks today. π</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div>Hi, and welcome back to another (life) lesson with me, Mali - My Universe, your life coach π</div><div><br /></div><div>Trust that things will work out for you in this life! </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><blockquote>Life is not something that happens TO YOU, but <b>FOR YOU! </b></blockquote><b></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Jim Carrey said this in a speech at a university and I couldn`t agree more. So, Jim is the life coach, not me. I know I am your idol π but idols also need idols, so Jim is MY idol...</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/V80-gPkpH6M" width="320" youtube-src-id="V80-gPkpH6M"></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigoiCYRIp6zQ7V5nCoPvvSdE9KXuGl71XbBGkfe9SGrqstBuATUEyPkEqiLkGhYvf0WblvvR57ULtk5_T56-mcIsCL2xHd015ut8kAM0IeXguXGBQxNBe8TZ5rl3nJi9QYhaXFIa-RcpIAFYgflELwh7cc-jcBJRcLkPyNIZV3Xk_jrfvN9CJKG31adKI/s1890/highfive.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1417" data-original-width="1890" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigoiCYRIp6zQ7V5nCoPvvSdE9KXuGl71XbBGkfe9SGrqstBuATUEyPkEqiLkGhYvf0WblvvR57ULtk5_T56-mcIsCL2xHd015ut8kAM0IeXguXGBQxNBe8TZ5rl3nJi9QYhaXFIa-RcpIAFYgflELwh7cc-jcBJRcLkPyNIZV3Xk_jrfvN9CJKG31adKI/s16000/highfive.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></div><span><div style="color: #45818e;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="color: #45818e;"><br /></span></span></b></div><span style="color: #76a5af;">BE POSITIVE! Show everybody WHO YOU ARE! Doesn`t matter if you`re weird. Or missed all the social codes at yesterday`s lunch with the staff at work. Doesn`t matter if you yelled out the wrong answer at school as if you actually had a microphone in your hand! "X is the NEW M! M is for MAAAALI!" Been there, done that! Should make the t-shirt and wear it!</span></span><span style="color: #45818e;"> π</span></span></b><div><span style="color: #45818e; font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span><div>Even when I thought things were over and out for me in my life, I always found a way to be positive, and gradually I turned the negative into something positive. It`s never too late!</div><div><br /></div><div>And you know what we say here on the blog when things get too hard in life...and you have just finished that ice cream BOX! (What are you gonna tell you mom now? You`ve gained weight and it sounds like she thinks it`s world war 3! I am talking personal experience here.)</div><div><br /></div><div>No, no just relax...you can get through this too...</div><div><br /></div><div><b><span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: x-large;">If I can do it, you can do it!π</span></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b><div><br /></div><div>Thank you for being a tourist passing through Mali`s Universe. Thank you for being a witness of all the stories going on inside my mind, simultaneously.
Like, share and comment! Thanks! π<div><br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM65n5CXjdrtxJGMwUAIRphcYjLxCOrJ0Q7r5B2kUZKmR2gII9fOsrWKk1FywP6w1AJnjq3JXLfmKetfX94QWKarxmQ3vE9iTu-icBAyGwdRTo0c6qrHR4p9JHchakvz1r5QsNnSp3PKmbUbUAPARW7YzuuHGDFJ4uQOlEQoekjcJn2sOMyejacRmFpzE/s320/tumblr_lihrismnusQ1qzbrv5%20copy.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="140" data-original-width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM65n5CXjdrtxJGMwUAIRphcYjLxCOrJ0Q7r5B2kUZKmR2gII9fOsrWKk1FywP6w1AJnjq3JXLfmKetfX94QWKarxmQ3vE9iTu-icBAyGwdRTo0c6qrHR4p9JHchakvz1r5QsNnSp3PKmbUbUAPARW7YzuuHGDFJ4uQOlEQoekjcJn2sOMyejacRmFpzE/s16000/tumblr_lihrismnusQ1qzbrv5%20copy.jpg" /></a></div><div><div><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div>Malihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06717702697100919267noreply@blogger.com0