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Sunday, July 12, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
The reason I'm watching the things we lost in the fire because the moral of the movie is embracing ALL our emotions whether they are god our bad they are ours and they need to be addressed. They took the long way to get to the point but you know how you can sit through the longest movie for that one amazing scene? The scene that ties the whole movie together and just isn't as good out of context? That's why I'm watching this movie I need to see this tonight.
Ugh I hate Lil Sam. He said all I talk about is boys and everytime I go out it's a date. Which is like 88% true. It's so bittersweet here and I hate complaining but I'm feel like I'm deteriorating into nothing. Right now I'm sitting in the car texting my blog a couple days before my birthday. I hope this vacation really helps I feel so unfocused now moreso than ever.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Is 50 cent Coming back?
This song is called "Paranoid" its amazing. Just on pointon all levels lyrics, hot beat, content, melody. 50 is going back to square one with this shit. I'M NOT MAD!
Daddy
Jackson's kids emerge from behind the veil
July 7, 2009, 8:35 PM EST
LOS ANGELES (AP) -- For all the hasty preparations, hand-wringing over security, breathless media competition to scoop details and soul-wrenching performances, the essence of Michael Jackson's memorial service came down to 20 poignant, powerful seconds: the moment when 11-year-old Paris-Michael Jackson inched up to the microphone and, in a statement no one saw coming, referred to the late pop superstar as "Daddy."
It was a remarkably humanizing moment. Then again, it was remarkable just to see Jackson's three children in public to begin with.
A fiercely protective father, Jackson rarely brought his brood out into public, covering their faces in veils and party masks to protect their identity when he did.
Now here they were, unveiled, before an audience of thousands at Staples Center and millions more around the globe. Starting out seated in the front row, the three youngest Jacksons eventually joined the rest family onstage as the two-hour service wound to a close.
Dressed in the same dark suits and yellow ties as the rest of the Jackson men, 12-year-old Michael Joseph Jr., known as Prince Michael, chewed gum and toted the memorial service program; 7-year-old Prince Michael II, known as Blanket, held his program and clutched a Michael Jackson doll.
Paris, wearing a black dress with white trim, turned a small patent-leather purse over in her hands as other family members spoke. And then a dramatic hush fell over the crowd as family members whispered that the little girl, whose lifetime of public exposure amounted to a small handful of paparazzi photographs, Paris-Michael wanted to say something.
She furtively emerged from the tight circle of family members, who rushed to lower the microphone to her level. And with her uncle Randy on one side and aunt Janet on the other, Jackson's little girl stood center stage.
"I just wanted to say," Paris began weakly.
"Speak up, sweetheart, speak up," Janet encouraged, sweeping the girl's long hair back. "And get close."
Paris put one hand behind her neck, another on the microphone, and began again.
"Ever since I was born, Daddy has been the best father you could ever imagine," she said, her tiny voice cracking.
Rebbie and Marlon Jackson moved in closer to comfort their niece. She shut her eyes tight.
Then she wrapped her hands — little fingernails painted red — around the microphone and fought back tears as she continued: "And I just wanted to say I love him — so much."
She collapsed in tears into her aunt's arms.
"It's OK, baby. It's OK," Janet Jackson said as she held Paris close. Prince joined in on the hug.
And all at once, Jackson wasn't the larger-than-life King of Pop, or Wacko Jacko the tabloid freak. He was a doting father who had left three adoring young children behind.
He was "Daddy."
http://tv.msn.com/tv/article.aspx?news=419992&affid=100055
July 7, 2009, 8:35 PM EST
LOS ANGELES (AP) -- For all the hasty preparations, hand-wringing over security, breathless media competition to scoop details and soul-wrenching performances, the essence of Michael Jackson's memorial service came down to 20 poignant, powerful seconds: the moment when 11-year-old Paris-Michael Jackson inched up to the microphone and, in a statement no one saw coming, referred to the late pop superstar as "Daddy."
It was a remarkably humanizing moment. Then again, it was remarkable just to see Jackson's three children in public to begin with.
A fiercely protective father, Jackson rarely brought his brood out into public, covering their faces in veils and party masks to protect their identity when he did.
Now here they were, unveiled, before an audience of thousands at Staples Center and millions more around the globe. Starting out seated in the front row, the three youngest Jacksons eventually joined the rest family onstage as the two-hour service wound to a close.
Dressed in the same dark suits and yellow ties as the rest of the Jackson men, 12-year-old Michael Joseph Jr., known as Prince Michael, chewed gum and toted the memorial service program; 7-year-old Prince Michael II, known as Blanket, held his program and clutched a Michael Jackson doll.
Paris, wearing a black dress with white trim, turned a small patent-leather purse over in her hands as other family members spoke. And then a dramatic hush fell over the crowd as family members whispered that the little girl, whose lifetime of public exposure amounted to a small handful of paparazzi photographs, Paris-Michael wanted to say something.
She furtively emerged from the tight circle of family members, who rushed to lower the microphone to her level. And with her uncle Randy on one side and aunt Janet on the other, Jackson's little girl stood center stage.
"I just wanted to say," Paris began weakly.
"Speak up, sweetheart, speak up," Janet encouraged, sweeping the girl's long hair back. "And get close."
Paris put one hand behind her neck, another on the microphone, and began again.
"Ever since I was born, Daddy has been the best father you could ever imagine," she said, her tiny voice cracking.
Rebbie and Marlon Jackson moved in closer to comfort their niece. She shut her eyes tight.
Then she wrapped her hands — little fingernails painted red — around the microphone and fought back tears as she continued: "And I just wanted to say I love him — so much."
She collapsed in tears into her aunt's arms.
"It's OK, baby. It's OK," Janet Jackson said as she held Paris close. Prince joined in on the hug.
And all at once, Jackson wasn't the larger-than-life King of Pop, or Wacko Jacko the tabloid freak. He was a doting father who had left three adoring young children behind.
He was "Daddy."
http://tv.msn.com/tv/article.aspx?news=419992&affid=100055
Janet- Lonely
Artist:
Janet Jackson
Album:
Rhythm Nation 1814
Title:
LonelyFeeling so alone and desertedWith people standing all around youShould I trust someoneShould I stay off to myselfAlone with no one to talk toIt's such a helpless feelingSo anytime you feel the needCall me when you're lonelyCause everybody needs a friendTo be there when they're lonelySo don't isolate yourselfEvery time that I come aroundA person all aloneIs an unhappy oneWe need somebody near to love usSomeone who caresLiving life all by yourselvesImpossible to do and I'll be there for youAnytime you feel the needCall me when you're lonelyCause everybody needs a friendAnd I'll be yours if you're lonely(And if you're all alone)If you're all aloneAnd a friend you needLike a river flowsYou hurt, I'll bleedIf you can trust in meWe can find a wayTake away the painTime heals all thingsEven a lonely state of mindCause happiness is oh so hard to findIf you're lonely I will be thereSo anytime you feel the needCall me when you're lonelyCause everybody needs a friendTo be there when they're lonely
Janet Jackson
Album:
Rhythm Nation 1814
Title:
LonelyFeeling so alone and desertedWith people standing all around youShould I trust someoneShould I stay off to myselfAlone with no one to talk toIt's such a helpless feelingSo anytime you feel the needCall me when you're lonelyCause everybody needs a friendTo be there when they're lonelySo don't isolate yourselfEvery time that I come aroundA person all aloneIs an unhappy oneWe need somebody near to love usSomeone who caresLiving life all by yourselvesImpossible to do and I'll be there for youAnytime you feel the needCall me when you're lonelyCause everybody needs a friendAnd I'll be yours if you're lonely(And if you're all alone)If you're all aloneAnd a friend you needLike a river flowsYou hurt, I'll bleedIf you can trust in meWe can find a wayTake away the painTime heals all thingsEven a lonely state of mindCause happiness is oh so hard to findIf you're lonely I will be thereSo anytime you feel the needCall me when you're lonelyCause everybody needs a friendTo be there when they're lonely
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