ok. i know. i'm all about the 'organic' making of my own graphics. i try to never cop out and use someone else's hard work.
but i'm too lazy to sit and diddle around with photoshop. it's currently dwindling down from a high of 23 right now, so i'm trying to cut my time indoors so i can enjoy what time i get off.
so in short, this layout will have to suffice until there's a rainy day, or i don't feel this insatiable urge to go outside just to be outside.
also maybe until i see something worth inspiring me to create. at the moment... i got nothing doing haha.

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so michael jackson, eh?! that's INSANITY! what's even weirder is as i type this, the record that my dad put on our record player HAPPENS to play the jackson 5 i want you back. yeah, laugh it up, my dad still buys RECORDS.
this is the michael i appreciate. nay sayers say nay, but i feel the innocence in his voice. as he got older, he knew what he was doing-- every pitch he sang was carefully choreographed to ensure success. it's like he had the formula for creating music people all around the world would enjoy for years to come, even if the person making the music changed from black to white, started collecting animals for his neverland ranch and dangled kiddies off balconies, among other strange things. no one can tell me that they don't at least know the words to billy jean? for god sakes it plays at the club sometimes.
but, despite my praises, i was not the hugest m.j fan around. some would even say i wasn't even a fan at all, and i would've rather listened to cats shitting razor blades than "you give me butterflies"* or that song about making the world a better place. GOD! gag me with a spoon.
*on a side note, as a young pup i thoroughly enjoyed that song. not to mention the video for "it don't matter (if you're black or white)" only because he was a bad ass dancer AND mcauley was in it [read: catherine hardwickes unfortunate clothier; home alone 8: the return of the family to a middle aged heroine addict]
i just found that in his later years, after separating from the family vibe as it were, he knew almost too well what he was doing. everything seemed flawless up until the person behind made himself flawed.
personally, now i'm going out on the skinny branches here but hear me out: i strongly believe that this was all ochestrated. the mysterious happenings following up to a solid start at a comeback that had been attempted for like, what? 20 some odd years? now i'm all for a good far-fetched conspiracy, but this cluster-fuck of a situation surrounding the king of pop seems all too real to be considered a 'tragic and sudden passing'.
somehow, this was planned. it may have been a storyline that needed refining over the years, but this was a well written book and michael was the author.

but all joking, conspirational talk aside, his spirit will live on through the people he inspired, the industry he changed and the music he created. the world has lost yet another great entertainer. rest in peace, dear performer.

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does anyone get the feeling that this season's sytycd isn't half as good as last years? no disrespect to the dancers of season 5 but, c'mon... are any of you a twitch? or a kerrington? hell, you're certainly not a joshua or a kati that's for damn sure. i just can't get into this season. i think it's the serious lack of eye candy HAHA. adam's cute, but he can't hold a whole show captive with his almost cartoon-like facial expressions.
but upon watching some reruns on much while at tedious work, i still don't get feeling of passion. is it the recession? or is it the fact that this season's like a prelude for the better one in the fall? you know it's bad when you find yourself thinking the group choreographed dance by mia michaels is the best thing that's been on this season. (video to follow). although i'm glad, oh so happy, that they kicked off asuka or whatever her face was. i once read in an overview online that her desire to win is diamond sharp and will cause bleeding of those standing within close proximity. albeit i paraphrased that motherfucker, but you get the jist. she was just too hungry for the prize (which by the way, i'm still unclear on. it's only been 5 years HAHA and i still don't know what they're competing for...).
i'm just upset that i'm not going to see another bed routine a la kerrington and twitch, or another high powered bollywood dance via josh and kati. those dances made my heart sing. this year? nothing but unfortunate costumes and loud, sometimes catchy music.
nigel, how could you let me down like this?
p.s: nigel, if adam doesn't win... or the ballerina, i'll accept her as a victor, but if they don't... consider yourself WARNED. i'll personally write to 'sex' and get him to deliver dance-o-grams to your house. NAKED.

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ok. i know. i'm all about the 'organic' making of my own graphics. i try to never cop out and use someone else's hard work.
but i'm too lazy to sit and diddle around with photoshop. it's currently dwindling down from a high of 23 right now, so i'm trying to cut my time indoors so i can enjoy what time i get off.
so in short, this layout will have to suffice until there's a rainy day, or i don't feel this insatiable urge to go outside just to be outside.
also maybe until i see something worth inspiring me to create. at the moment... i got nothing doing haha.

--------------
so michael jackson, eh?! that's INSANITY! what's even weirder is as i type this, the record that my dad put on our record player HAPPENS to play the jackson 5 i want you back. yeah, laugh it up, my dad still buys RECORDS.
this is the michael i appreciate. nay sayers say nay, but i feel the innocence in his voice. as he got older, he knew what he was doing-- every pitch he sang was carefully choreographed to ensure success. it's like he had the formula for creating music people all around the world would enjoy for years to come, even if the person making the music changed from black to white, started collecting animals for his neverland ranch and dangled kiddies off balconies, among other strange things. no one can tell me that they don't at least know the words to billy jean? for god sakes it plays at the club sometimes.
but, despite my praises, i was not the hugest m.j fan around. some would even say i wasn't even a fan at all, and i would've rather listened to cats shitting razor blades than "you give me butterflies"* or that song about making the world a better place. GOD! gag me with a spoon.
*on a side note, as a young pup i thoroughly enjoyed that song. not to mention the video for "it don't matter (if you're black or white)" only because he was a bad ass dancer AND mcauley was in it [read: catherine hardwickes unfortunate clothier; home alone 8: the return of the family to a middle aged heroine addict]
i just found that in his later years, after separating from the family vibe as it were, he knew almost too well what he was doing. everything seemed flawless up until the person behind made himself flawed.
personally, now i'm going out on the skinny branches here but hear me out: i strongly believe that this was all ochestrated. the mysterious happenings following up to a solid start at a comeback that had been attempted for like, what? 20 some odd years? now i'm all for a good far-fetched conspiracy, but this cluster-fuck of a situation surrounding the king of pop seems all too real to be considered a 'tragic and sudden passing'.
somehow, this was planned. it may have been a storyline that needed refining over the years, but this was a well written book and michael was the author.

but all joking, conspirational talk aside, his spirit will live on through the people he inspired, the industry he changed and the music he created. the world has lost yet another great entertainer. rest in peace, dear performer.

----
does anyone get the feeling that this season's sytycd isn't half as good as last years? no disrespect to the dancers of season 5 but, c'mon... are any of you a twitch? or a kerrington? hell, you're certainly not a joshua or a kati that's for damn sure. i just can't get into this season. i think it's the serious lack of eye candy HAHA. adam's cute, but he can't hold a whole show captive with his almost cartoon-like facial expressions.
but upon watching some reruns on much while at tedious work, i still don't get feeling of passion. is it the recession? or is it the fact that this season's like a prelude for the better one in the fall? you know it's bad when you find yourself thinking the group choreographed dance by mia michaels is the best thing that's been on this season. (video to follow). although i'm glad, oh so happy, that they kicked off asuka or whatever her face was. i once read in an overview online that her desire to win is diamond sharp and will cause bleeding of those standing within close proximity. albeit i paraphrased that motherfucker, but you get the jist. she was just too hungry for the prize (which by the way, i'm still unclear on. it's only been 5 years HAHA and i still don't know what they're competing for...).
i'm just upset that i'm not going to see another bed routine a la kerrington and twitch, or another high powered bollywood dance via josh and kati. those dances made my heart sing. this year? nothing but unfortunate costumes and loud, sometimes catchy music.
nigel, how could you let me down like this?
p.s: nigel, if adam doesn't win... or the ballerina, i'll accept her as a victor, but if they don't... consider yourself WARNED. i'll personally write to 'sex' and get him to deliver dance-o-grams to your house. NAKED.