Currently playing in the background: K-Will - Dropping Tears
Current thought to blurt: I need to get a hold of my sleeping shadow, and beat the hell out of it.
Current thought to blurt: I need to get a hold of my sleeping shadow, and beat the hell out of it.
After months and months of abandoning a lifelong passion and a nagging need of personal expression in print, I've finally gotten down to the keyboard again. It must be due to my immature pent up of unneeded frustration, or of a sheer indifference towards my past attitude towards writing. I must admit that an injustice which i thought i suffered was actually an injustice i brought onto myself for months now. Now let's toss that issue behind us, shall we?
Now that I have begun I am at a loss for topics. Truthfully, this brief session here on my much neglected blog is to await the loading of tonight's serving of "Cinderella Man". In case you were wondering, it's nothing more than one of those generic Korean soaps they keep churning out to feed the insatiable appetite of millions of housewives worldwide. I'm just watching it because it's relatively new (released in May this year), and for Kwon Sang Woo. It's been eons since I last sat down to actually watch anything, hence the decision to cuci mata (directly translated to mean 'wash eyes', i.e. looking at something you really want to look at)... The series so far has yet to become painfully complicated although my annoyance with the female cast has begun to set in (similar sentiments for most other series).
Another event I recall having to wait around to watch all night was that strange ceremony called 'Michael Jackson's Memorial Service'. Remember that? Or was I the only idiot who stayed up for a 3-hour sing-a-long speech-giving ceremony which was fairly solemn until the point where Brooke Shields took to the podium. Is it alright for one to feel compelled to lob rotten tomatoes at a person wasting our time at a memorial service? It would have been a wise opportunity for a toilet break, but somehow I ended up doing that during Stevie Wonder’s performance. After all the praises have been sung and the canons fired, I still couldn’t grasp the greatness of it all. Sure he was the greatest entertainer of all time but something was absent during the King of Pop’s last moment with the world. Heck, how are we even sure he’s in that gold casket in the first place? One thing’s for sure: the man’s death is still consumed in scandal and until the world is done scrutinizing his remains you know he can’t rest his moon-walking bones.
The fiasco ended with footage of a ludicrously pricey casket being carted off to (supposedly a cemetery, which we all naturally would expect a dead person would go after his memorial service but hell no)... the LAPD morgue. Samples would be taken from all parts of his reportedly 'needle-hole riddled' body... so you could expect the poor man to still royally grace the morgue until they manage to gather sufficient evidence to suggest that the King of Pop did not just overload his own veins with poison, but rather a trained and experienced professional *coughdermatologistcough* medical practitioner was the hand behind the sudden royal departure. I do not know enough to offer my one- cent’s worth because like every good citizen who knows any better, I am convinced that every man is innocent until proven guilty in a court of law... and to speculate will only contribute to another trial by the media. That’s only a portion of the Jackson mess. In the coming days we can all expect to be fed with all-Jackson material: the custody battle, the debts, the tributes (statues, monuments, more flowers to be hosed off the streets), and possibly another sensational Jackson-related courtroom drama (all great fodder for a movie underway). Did I miss anything?
However, I shall not speak ill of this man’s demise for his many (earlier) years of amazing entertainment have indefinitely overshadowed a few dozen pages in the dailies on his queerness and eccentricities. I am one of the millions who have heard and seen the magic of the Michael Jackson phenomenon. My family brought us up with a healthy dose of MJ hits, and as a child I was convinced the ‘moon-walk’ was done with special shoes or something someone as insanely gifted as Michael can come up with. But watching those same moves today I still can’t justify my premise. So it could only mean that he was a sheer genius… an irreplaceable icon of what made pop music what it is today.
MJ, I can’t say ‘RIP’ just yet with all that probing and poking… but I’ll just hope for your sake that it’ll be over as soon as possible.
Now how did this become a Michael Jackson memorial commentary? Darn all that waiting for “Cinderella Man”.
Now that I have begun I am at a loss for topics. Truthfully, this brief session here on my much neglected blog is to await the loading of tonight's serving of "Cinderella Man". In case you were wondering, it's nothing more than one of those generic Korean soaps they keep churning out to feed the insatiable appetite of millions of housewives worldwide. I'm just watching it because it's relatively new (released in May this year), and for Kwon Sang Woo. It's been eons since I last sat down to actually watch anything, hence the decision to cuci mata (directly translated to mean 'wash eyes', i.e. looking at something you really want to look at)... The series so far has yet to become painfully complicated although my annoyance with the female cast has begun to set in (similar sentiments for most other series).
Another event I recall having to wait around to watch all night was that strange ceremony called 'Michael Jackson's Memorial Service'. Remember that? Or was I the only idiot who stayed up for a 3-hour sing-a-long speech-giving ceremony which was fairly solemn until the point where Brooke Shields took to the podium. Is it alright for one to feel compelled to lob rotten tomatoes at a person wasting our time at a memorial service? It would have been a wise opportunity for a toilet break, but somehow I ended up doing that during Stevie Wonder’s performance. After all the praises have been sung and the canons fired, I still couldn’t grasp the greatness of it all. Sure he was the greatest entertainer of all time but something was absent during the King of Pop’s last moment with the world. Heck, how are we even sure he’s in that gold casket in the first place? One thing’s for sure: the man’s death is still consumed in scandal and until the world is done scrutinizing his remains you know he can’t rest his moon-walking bones.
The fiasco ended with footage of a ludicrously pricey casket being carted off to (supposedly a cemetery, which we all naturally would expect a dead person would go after his memorial service but hell no)... the LAPD morgue. Samples would be taken from all parts of his reportedly 'needle-hole riddled' body... so you could expect the poor man to still royally grace the morgue until they manage to gather sufficient evidence to suggest that the King of Pop did not just overload his own veins with poison, but rather a trained and experienced professional *coughdermatologistcough* medical practitioner was the hand behind the sudden royal departure. I do not know enough to offer my one- cent’s worth because like every good citizen who knows any better, I am convinced that every man is innocent until proven guilty in a court of law... and to speculate will only contribute to another trial by the media. That’s only a portion of the Jackson mess. In the coming days we can all expect to be fed with all-Jackson material: the custody battle, the debts, the tributes (statues, monuments, more flowers to be hosed off the streets), and possibly another sensational Jackson-related courtroom drama (all great fodder for a movie underway). Did I miss anything?
However, I shall not speak ill of this man’s demise for his many (earlier) years of amazing entertainment have indefinitely overshadowed a few dozen pages in the dailies on his queerness and eccentricities. I am one of the millions who have heard and seen the magic of the Michael Jackson phenomenon. My family brought us up with a healthy dose of MJ hits, and as a child I was convinced the ‘moon-walk’ was done with special shoes or something someone as insanely gifted as Michael can come up with. But watching those same moves today I still can’t justify my premise. So it could only mean that he was a sheer genius… an irreplaceable icon of what made pop music what it is today.
MJ, I can’t say ‘RIP’ just yet with all that probing and poking… but I’ll just hope for your sake that it’ll be over as soon as possible.
Now how did this become a Michael Jackson memorial commentary? Darn all that waiting for “Cinderella Man”.
2 comments:
even if he was convicted of paedophilia his music still rocks!
Yeah... gain some lose some, its nothing new in showbiz anymore.
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