I dont know whether it was because there is a cold bug flying around my house or because I was FUMING mad, but my face felt very hot 2 hours ago.
I had to take a deep breathe and pump up the volume and have a super dance break. I also googled home remedies for beating the cold (what to do when you feel it coming) and they said you have to eat raw garlic.
ICK! I hate garlic! but for the sake of work, I just hid raw garlic in bread and lots of butter. Bah.
Anger is a really bad emotion to go through, but I’m boiling!!! I am very irritated and upset about the circumstances at home. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
I feel my bloood pressure rising, I better go meditate and sleep,
Stacy
I cried so much during the Memorial! It started when Mariah started to choke up, ah so emotional! And then Brooke Shield’s Speech, Jeremaine’s performance, the Senator’s speech (which showed us a side to MJ we never knew about, why doesn’t the media focus on his good points? rather than his alleged flaws) and Marlon and Paris’ words (flood gates of tears..)
I spent the following day watching the rerun and cried again….and following the rerun the TRUE HOLLYWOOD STORY of Michael Jackson came on air, and it PISSED ME OFF!
You know, after the memorial, I felt, wow Michael was such a wonderful person. And I felt guilty and angry for being a closet Michael Jackson fan. Not really a closet fan, but like I said earlier, I belonged to the “he is a pervert” camp ever since 2004. I really admire people like Andrea and Jeab, whose admiration was so strong that they knew he wouldn’t be capable of such heinous acts, and it was all as Andrea says it, “STACY!!! ITS THE MEDIA’S MISREPRESENTATION OF HIM!!!!!!”
You know, I’m not Christian, but I did go to a Protestant school, studied the bible…and you know, the famous story where, Jesus is on the cross, and absorbs the original sin and he is so tainted and disgusting that God turns away from him, and he cries out the famous “Father, why have you foresaken me!!!”
It is probably really blasphemous for me to use this analogy, but that’s how I feel! That poor MJ was crucified gave his soul and his whole life to his fans, and the media spectacle put doubt in all our minds about his person. And so I turned my face away from him in disgust.
Argh! I feel so upset and angry! And when I saw THS on E! I felt like throwing a pillow at the TV!
I really do love Michael Jackson, his music, his overall contributions to our society, and am really really sad that he is gone.
Thank you Michael Jackson for everything and I’m so sorry you were abused and ripped to shreds, when you were such a beautiful person.
I looked at my 2009 resolution list, and I am so shameful! Basically I’ve been bad and have forgotten my exercise, chinese and piano/guitar vows.
So I spent one hour today learning the Thriller Dance routine, haha fun stuff! Will incorporate this kind of cardio more often.
Here is the video to follow 🙂
But first, to form a basic beat of the steps, refer to this instructional video. It isn’t very good, but after mastering these steps, follow MJ’s awesome version and voila!
Enjoy and practice, so if we are ever together in a random location, and Thriller plays, we can dance it together 🙂
I’ve been having a week where I need to sit and think alot about alot of things. Be reflective on my life and decide and be proactive about things.
Despite this, oddly enough, I find 15-20minutes each day to google or youtube random things about Michael Jackson.
First off, Jordan Chandler (1993 Child Molestation case) admitted on June 29th 2009 that he infact did lie, and his father put him up to it. I’ve been reading this on a few websites, but haven’t seen it on CNN, why? Is it all a big lie? It’s weird how it’s not on any proper news websites. See the report here
Secondly, I was reading some MJ forums, and someone said, “His lyrics for Morphine now make so much more sense”
Snippet of Lyrics (fastforward to around 2:48)
” Relax, This won’t hurt you, Before I put it in,Close your eyes and count to ten, Don’t cry,I won’t convert you
There’s no need to dismay, Close your eyes and drift away…
Demerol,Demerol,Oh God he’s taking demerol
Demerol,Demerol,Oh God he’s taking demerol”
If that’s not depressing. I don’t know what is. That was his song in 1997, what a cry for help! 😦
Finally, I received an email from Jeab that freaked the bejesus out of me.
SO SCARY!!
Of course it is just a shadow (or not?) but the music and everything, and the very cute red font, MJ? Bye!
Anyhoo, what I was saying about this whole MJ thing, is that I really really like his music. But at the same time I MIGHT still believe that he is a pedophile, and how can I support that? (I’m venomously against child sex offenders and sex offenders in general.) Argh, so I was in the “MJ is such a creep” – camp. But now, with all these home videos coming out, and all this sad news about his drug addiction, I just feel so sad about him, like he was really misunderstood (like Britney maybe?)
I think the saddest time this week, was when I saw him in the helicopter stretcher On CNN, and when I found out he was a drug addict, it really hit me…”Oh shit…Michael Jackson really did die.”
Aieya so so so sad.
Okay gotta go get ready to watch the memorial!
Still feeling guilty for supporting him though..
Stacy
Greg and I went to go play tennis today. On the ride back, were listening to his hip-hop songs, I have to say, some are truly truly ghetto. One that went something along the lines of, “I give it all night long..so she is bow-legged”
SAY WHAT?
*faints*
Greg: This song is so awesome, (“Stuntin’is a habit by David Banner)
Stacy: What’s a habit?
Greg: Stunnin’
Stacy: What’s that?
Greg: You know showing off, things like dat….
Stacy: *blank stare*
Greg: You know, Stuntin’ like S-T-U-N-T-I-N-G
Stacy: Oh you mean Stunt TING?
Greg: no you drop the t so it just sounds like Stuntin’
Stacy: but isn’t that stunning?
Greg: *smiles* yea..sumthin’ like dat
Of course I asked for him to teach me more slang. But the more I repeated the words, the more we both were realising ‘dat tis really aint my thang’ <—haha. I sound like Mario Lopez, you know the very awkward host of America’ Best Dance Crew (sorry Mario! but you really are horrible.)
And you know what is the weirdest irony, is that in Singapore I am/or at least was considered a hip-hop princess. I like to dance to hiphop (fo’sure) but playing it all the time…I rather stick to my Pop, Retro, Easy Listening and Oldies/Motown anyday.
So thanks Greg for the slang lesson, but I know my limits and definitely won’t ghetto-speak anytime soon.
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