Sunday, 27 September 2009
Taken from KAR NEE's blog
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Divine guidance
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A Supernova is Born
On the month of July, was the one month anniversary of Michael Jackson’s death. Like many people in show business, his body continues to languish in the San Fernando Valley. Today we found out that his nose fell off. The story went on to say that he kept his extra noses in a jar. Why can’t a dead superstar rest in peace in his own town?
Given the million dollar send-off we staged for him a month ago, Michael Jackson may be the most famous person, in his own lifetime, in the History of Man. I’m sure when they were alive, Michelangelo, Shakespeare and Mozart weren’t exactly household names in… say…Tibet.
Michael Jackson was an extraordinary star. He was more than a bunch of hydrogen and helium – although excess helium might explain why he sang like a girl. He thought he was Peter Pan and he was — a Sergeant Pepper-Kabuki Peter Pan.
The ancient Greeks built temples to their gods, staged lavish festivals, then wrote scathing myths about the gods’ foibles and immorality. In almost 3,000 years, nothing has changed. Michael Jackson built Neverland Ranch, staged extravagant concerts and myths have been written about his foibles and immorality.
When the Greeks put their gods out to pasture, they whisked them away to the skies where they became constellations. We idolize, satirize and cannibalize our heroes, treat them like gods, then sell their image on an oven mitt.
In 1995, the movie, FARINELLI, won the Golden Globe for Best Foreign Language Film. “Farinelli” was the stage name of 18th century castrato superstar, Carlo Broschi. In his day, Carlo Broschi was bigger than Elvis, the Beatles and Michael Jackson put together. Farinelli looked and dressed like Elvis — in drag — and sounded exactly like…. Michael Jackson. While you watch the movie, you have to remind yourself that it’s Dresden in the 1700s, not Vegas in the 80s.
Michael Jackson had a lot in common with Prince – “Purple Rain” and “When Doves Cry” Prince. They were both born in 1958 in the Midwest: Gary, Indiana and Minneapolis. They were known as The King of Pop and The High Priest of Pop.
Michael Jackson won awards, the adoration of his fans and the respect of his colleagues. Prince has won awards, the adoration of his fans and the respect of his colleagues. But only Michael Jackson named both of his sons “Prince.”
We haven’t inducted a supernova since Princess Diana died – and that was way back in the last century. Let’s bury the man, so he can shine on, brightly — and get out of the Valley.
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Tuesday, 8 September 2009
Da Meanin of "Her" Friendship
People today, in all this new world technology and thinking, have lost sight of what a true friendship is. So, in sprit of my best friend Manda, I thought I would help the world out a little and explain what real, true friends are.
1. Friends don't have to be exactly the same. Friends have similarities but they also have their differences. They key to opening up the world of friendship is not only to expand on similarities but to accept each other's faults. Because you can't ever judge your friend.
2. Friends have to argue! No one likes to but it is necessary to be healthy. Cause if you agree on everything, either the government has expanded cloning subjects or someone isn't being true and is trying a little too hard.
3. You have to be comfortable together or else you just aren't going to click. If you feel edgy around the person then something isn't quite right.
4. Friends love unconditionally. They have there little angry moments but what's done is done and all is forgive and forget. Why let something that happened in the past ruin what happiness you could have in the future?
5. Believe in love at first sight because there is the equivalent in friendship. Some people think that you have to know someone really well to become good friends. Trust me, it's not true. If the first time you really spend time together you talk for 25 hours straight until 4:30 in the morning about some topic you thought no one else in the world understood, hun, that's real love at first sight.
These are only a few of the basics. Just remember, friends are forever. But only if you keep it that way. Don't diss your buds, love them instead. And when they drive you nuts, love them that much more for being just a little bit different and maybe just a little bit quirky!
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Sunday, 6 September 2009
I'm Still Holding On
In kindergarten my idea of a good friend was the person who let me have the red crayon when all that was left was the ugly black one.
In primary school my idea of a good friend was the person who went to the bathroom with me; held my hand as I walked through the scary halls; helped ME stand up to the class bully; shared their lunch with me when I forgot mine, in the class; saved a seat for me; knew who I had a crush on and never understood why.
In form 1 at secondary school, my idea of a good friend was the person who let me copy their social studies homework; went to that "cool" party with me so I wouldn't wind up being the only freshie there; did not let me lunch alone.
In form 2, my idea of a good friend was the person who gave me play new games with their computer; convinced my parents that I shouldn't be grounded; consoled me when I broke up with Anne; found me a date to a party or went to a party with me (both without dates); helped me pick a shoe and assured me that I would satisfied with the shoe that I buy at the mall, and helped me deal with my parents who were having a hard time to make them understand on certain things..
On the threshold of form 3, everything changed because of ‘a girl’, my idea of a good friend was ‘she’ who was there when I was facing my challenges, telling me, I could make it through anything; just silently hugged my soul by her words as I looked through her blurry eyes at a few month of memories.
Since then until now, my idea of a good friend is still the person who gives me the better of the two choices, hold my hand when I am scared, helps me fight off those who try to take advantage of me, thinks of me at times when I am not there at school, reminds me of what I have forgotten, helps me put the past behind me but understands when I need to hold on to it a little longer, stays with me so that I have confidence, goes out of her way to make time for me, helps me clear up my mistakes, helps me deal with pressure from others, smiles to when I am sad, helps me become a better person, and most importantly loves me as a friend!
Pass this hurl on to those friends of the past, and those of the future...and those I have met along the way.
Thank you for being a friend.
No matter where we go or who we become, never forget who helped me get there.
There's never a wrong time to pick up a phone or send a message telling her how much I miss them or how much I love her.
All Mighty Thanks to you Manda my dearest the best of best friends.
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