La Rosa de los Vientos [The Wind Rose]

It's not exactly my kind of music, nor can I even understand it [it's in Spanish], but the lyrics are worth posting about. I've never yet found a song that could accurately portray the emotions of a TCK, but this one...wow. It's blown me away.
I find it ironic how english songs don't portray the essence of a TCK, but a Chilean rapper can. Makiza is a Chilean male. This is, [apparently] one of his bigger hits. I got this from TCKid.com, good site to check out for all TCKs. [Brice, I need a thank you for this, LOL]

You know, come to think about it, I guess it's not such a bad song after all, now that I've listened to it the whole way through. =) The fact that I can't understand it, and it's not something I'd listen to everyday is probably, in itself, the essence of being a TCK. =)






[Spanish Version]
A veces quisiera desaparecer del mapa
Volver donde yo nací, pero no es tan papa
Me achaca, la duda no se saca está pegado como laca
El peso a lapa, makiza es mi capa
A veces quisiera tener alas como pájaro
Volar por el tiempo, donde estuvo Lautaro
Y olvidar, por un tiempo
Que la mitad de mi familia está muy lejos
Hay días en que me quejo
Hay días en que estoy bien piola
Hay días en que me río hasta del Guatón Loyola
¡Ay! Comadre Lola, si usted supiera
lo que es estar dividida, no saber cual es tu tierra
Ana la Chola, en la volá como ratón sin cola
Mí mamá me hablaba a mí del C. H. I.
Por allá bien lejos, donde yo nací
Donde yo crecí
Y no juego a la gringa si eso tu creí
Nunca nieges donde tu provengas
Tengas lo que tengas, venga de donde vengas
Vengas de Dinamarca (o de Chiloé)
El mundo es un gran Arca de Noé
Y si yo he nacido afuera estoy orgullosa
Y si tengo sangre indígena, mejor, porque es hermosa
Soy una trotamundo, sin fijo rumbo me fundo
Al lugar donde yo tumbo ¡Así es mi mundo!
Soy del norte, del sur, del oeste, del este
Una viajera sin paradero, sin nombre, sin carné
Una Ulises sin Tierra Prometida
He creado mi propia Odisea moderna, nene
Sé hacer el camino al andar, caminante
Por eso no tengo bandera representante
Da lo mismo mi nombre, lo importante es lo que siento
Valorar al hombre por la calidad de su trabajo
Y es que el mundo es tan grande y uno tan pequeño
Solo me dirijo por la Rosas de los Vientos.
Somos hijos de La Rosas de los Vientos.
De la rosa de los vientos
Somos hijos de La Rosas de los Vientos.
Somos hijos de La Rosas de los Vientos.

(Je viens d´ autres latitudes)

De niño ha seguido el camino de la calle
Tan difícil que me pare como que me calle
Donde me halle nunca olvido mis raíces
Los países donde he vivido han unido sus matices
Para que me caracterice con mi personalidad
Ser una persona de calidad, la calidez de la verdad
Me ampara, me prepara para levantar mis alas
Me protege como un chaleco anti-balas
Cala mi alma al mundo en que vivo, pido
Un minuto para recopilar lo que he vivido
Las cuidades en que he reseidido
Las personas con las cuales he compartido
He sido yo el que he partido, recorrido
Miles de kilómetros en todos los sentidos
Mido la importancia de mis vivencias
En mi existencia, encuentros, coincidencias
Cuando me preguntan cual sector yo represento
Respondo que en verdad, yo no entiendo
El sentimiento de estar ligado a un barrio
Al contrario hay que salir de él para no ser marginado
Yo soy ciudadano de la planeta Tierra
Ser humano que no cree en las fronteras
Tanto Squat, Cenzi y Anita vivieron fuera
Yo igual hermanos, no es por que yo quiera
Pero mi lugar es tanto aquí como donde sea
Cuatro puntos cardinales, cuatro cabezas
Veras que la nacionalidad no es la gran cosa
Si no más bien gira con los vientos como La Rosa

Somos hijos de La Rosas de los Vientos.
De la rosa de los vientos
Somos hijos de La Rosas de los Vientos.
De la rosa de los vientos
Somos hijos de La Rosas de los Vientos.
Somos hijos de La Rosas de los Vientos.

[English Translation]
Sometimes I would disappear from the map
Back where I was born, but is not as pope
I blamed, no doubt is removed is stuck as lacquer
The weight to lapa, makiza is my coat
Sometimes I would like to have wings like a bird
Flying through time, where he was Lautaro
And forget for a while
That half of my family is far
There are days when I complain
There are days when I am well piola
There are days when I laugh until the guatón Loyola
¡Ay! Ay! Comadre Lola, si usted supiera Comadre Lola, if you knew
what is being divided, not knowing what is your land
Ana the Chola, in the mouse without a tail as volá
My mom I spoke to me of CHI
By far beyond where I was born
Where I grew up
And no game to gringa if I thought that your
Never deny where you come
Have what they need, wherever it comes from
I come from Denmark (or Chiloe)
The world is a big Noah's Ark
And if I am proud born out
And if I have Indian blood, the better, because it is beautiful
I am a globetrotter, with no fixed direction I fundo
At the place where I tumbo This is my world!
I am the north, south, west, east
A traveler without whereabouts, no name, no card
A Ulysses without Promised Land
I created my own Odyssey modern nene
I know the way to make walking, walking
So I have no flag representative
Give me the same thing, the important thing is what we feel
Valuing the man by the quality of his work
That's because the world is so great and one so small
Only I am writing by the wind rose.
We are sons of the wind rose.
From the wind rose
We are sons of the wind rose.
We are sons of the wind rose.

(Je viens d'autres latitudes)

As a child has followed the path of street
As difficult as it seems to me I Street
Where I find never forget my roots
Countries where he lived have joined nuances
For me to characterize my personality
Being a person of quality, the warmth of truth
I protects me prepares to lift my wings
I protected as an anti-bullet vest
Cala my soul to the world in which I live, I ask
One minute to collect what I lived
The cities where he resides
People with whom I shared
I have been me that I party, tour
Thousands of miles in all directions
Mido the importance of my experiences
In my existence, encounters, coincidences
When you ask me which I represent sector
I respond that in truth, I do not understand
The feeling of being linked to a neighborhood
On the contrary we must leave to avoid being marginalized
I am a citizen of planet Earth
Mankind que no cree en las fronteras
Both Squat, Cenzi and Anita lived outside
I like brothers, not that I want
But my place is here and wherever
Four cardinal points, four heads
Veras that nationality is no big deal
If not rather tour with winds as La Rosa


We are sons of the wind rose.
From the wind rose
We are sons of the wind rose.
From the wind rose
We are sons of the wind rose.
We are sons of the wind rose.

Mishy <3

Oh where art thou...Hillary Clinton?

So it seems that Hillary Clinton has gone and given up on the presedential race and has finally bowed down to Barck Obama in the hopes that he will take her in as a vice-president. [Okay, so this was ages ago, but I've only just thought of it now]
Personally, I'm a little disappointed. I was always on Obama's side [mainly due to the TCK-in-Indonesia connection] but now there are no female candidates.

I reckon she should have tried. She should have continued to try and run for president. Mainly because then it would show the world that females are ready for such a position. Females are ready to take on roles that the world once thought were much too hard and wayy too high for them.
Despite the fact that I didn't think Hillary Clinton would be the best candidate, she was the only female who's gotten this far in attempting to achieve a top position in America, and I have to say I respect her for it.
In giving in to Barack Obama, and hoping that he takes her in as his vice-president, she's sent a message to the world, that females are obviously not ready for such a position. As an American, she's bound to be aired all over the world. Embarrasingly, I know more about American politics than I do about Malaysian, but that's the way of life. What America does is important to the rest of the world, and as a consequence, what happens in America because the role that is set for the other nations. [well, perhaps not Iraq or Iran]
Forget Margaret Thatcher, that was years ago. Admittedly, she was a role model for women all over the world, but that was a generation ago, and England has yet to elect another female Prime Minister. What we need is someone new and fresh who can show this generation- the most accepting and equal generation to date- that women are ready to lead the world.

So now it's down to Barack Obama and John McCain. [whenever I hear his name, I think of microwavable veggies]
It's pretty obvious who will win this election now, I think. But whatever comes out of it, I just hope that a better world [and a better America?] will be one such result.

Come to think of it, this election would have been the world's weirdest one to date. Whoever got elected would have made some serious history in America.
Barack Obama: would have been America's first black/African American president.
Hillary Clinton: would have been America's first female president
John McCain: would have been America's oldest president.

You know...is Amercia really ready for members of such minorities to become their leader?
In a way, I guess it is. And you know what: sometimes the change is good. And I'm looking forward to the changes that will come after this election.

Mishy <3

Leaver's Tops!!

THEY ARE FINALLY HERE!!!

Well, okay, they arrived last week on a Monday, but I am only bothered to post anything about it now. :P

They look alright, considering they're uber expensive. AUD$93 isn't exactly the cheapest price you can offer when the stupid jumper was 9 weeks late!
Of course, they gave a scarf as part of an apology for their lateness, but I'd very much rather have the discount, truth be told, than have the scarf. Admittedly, it's actually really nice. =)

They screwed my name up slightly, I didn't intend to have those apostrophes there at all. I wanted it too look like this:

-mishy-

But, of course, they messed it up. And I got so tired of waiting for my top that I just took it. Winter's almost over, and I'd very much rather just have my top already than have to wait.
Yet again, grrrr.

Mishy <3>

Globalisation

It's an interesting debate, and I could easily wage a debate with myself for an hour if not more over this topic.

Globalisation is the process of integration of a world community into a common system, either economically or socially.

Today's world is becoming more and more globalised. It's no joke. Everyone is becoming the same. I've made this point over and over again on TCKid that pretty soon, we'll all be TCKs and either we'll all have the same problems of integration and belonging, or it will no longer be a problem, but more a lifestyle necessity.

And globalisation is the one thing the entire world appears to have been striving for. Racial cohesion, gender equality, acceptance of different sexualities and religions- which is all good and well really. In addition to this, through travelling and acceptance of all that is different, it would be a much more peaceful society. Economies will no longer be so rocky. We'll all have the same currency, and we'll never have to worry about exchange rates, rising inflation and absolute depression. [and in my case with the exchange rates, this WOULD be heaven]
This is what we've been fighting for. No more wars; but more peace, love and acceptance. We are all the same. We are all human. We have two eyes, two ears, a nose and a mouth. We breathe the same oxygen, live on the same land, drink the same water. My world is your world, and we'll live in it.
Reminiscent of the hippie movement? I suppose it is somewhat.

On the other hand- what would happen to the differences in culture? What would happen to the Chinese, and the Americans? Can anyone imagine those two cultures being the same?
Scarily enough, I actually can.
Once that boundary has been crossed, there's pretty much no going back, save another Chinese Revolution or American Revolution turning things back around. Everything would be the same.
And what about values? Values of family? Values of culture? Values of sexuality? This is what makes the world so different, and each culture so unique. Do we want to lose our culture?
Allow me to break off here to ask a question: Do I want to become one of the world's clones?
Globalisation, at the moment, tends to see social cohesion as 'Americanisation', where everyone follows American culture, when really it should probably be promoting co-existance within cultures. Do we all want to be like Americans? Eating burgers, and runing around with guns? Although I have nothing against Americans, I would prefer to preserve my culture the way it is: unique and separate from the rest of the world.
What will happen when everything is too...similar? When the world begins to follow in each other in the same path, we'll all become citizens of the world.

As I said, it's an interesting topic with one hell of a load of discussion involved. But your thoughts and opinions are welcome, as the world continues to wage it's war for and against Globalisation.

Mishy <3