Merry Christmas, blog reader. I hope the festive season brings you nothing but joy and happiness. Unless you hate me and the blog – which of course begs the question as to why you’re reading it anyway.

With regard to the Christmas lights issue which I raised last week, I don’t have any objection to people putting some bright decorations on the outside of the house. It’s just that some go way beyond the acceptable boundaries of taste and respectability.

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Utterly chav-tastic

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I was in B&Q the other day and a lady in front of me in the queue was buying a Christmas tree. The shop assistant said: “Are you going to put this up yourself?”

Before allowing her to answer, I said: “No, she’s going to put it in the lounge…” Neither the lady or the staff member was sharp enough to appreciate the humour.

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Go on. Speak. Me? How?

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Although I’m not working at Pussycats on Christmas Eve, I will be there quite a bit over the festive season:

Sat 26th Boxing Day Fun

Sun 27th Costas’ Birthday Bash

This should be lively as Monday is a Bank Holiday and therefore most people will be out on the lash as they won’t be working the next day.

Thu 31st New Year’s Eve 2009 into 2010

Fri 1st Jan New Year’s Day

Sat 2nd Jan as normal

See the latest photos in the gallery at the world famous dj wanker website and see the official club pictures here.

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Is that a pearl necklace?

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Get into the festive spirit with these Christmas videos

From 1984, one of my all time favourite records – The Power of Love by Frankie Goes To Hollywood. I still have the 7″ vinyl in a gatefold sleeve. It was £1.50 well spent.

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Three years later, this wonderful collaboration made number two in the charts. The late, great Kirsty MacColl joined The Pogues in producing the spine-tingling Fairytale of New York. “You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot, Happy Christmas your arse I pray God it’s our last.”

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I’ll be surprised if I get one present this Christmas but I’m cool with that. I never know what to ask people to buy me and, in all honesty, I prefer to give than receive. In terms of presents, that is.

So what would be a nice treat from Santa??

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Santa opens his sack once a year

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I didn’t have a football match to report on last Saturday so just chilled out in the afternoon at my weekend retreat in Telford. The landlord was in charge of the remote control so we got a random selection of programmes…

* Have I Got News For You – very funny
* Chuckle Vision – what the f***?
* Friday Night with Jonathan Ross – excellent
* Live At The Apollo – decent
* EastEnders – wrist slashing rubbish
* An Audience With Freddie Starr – retro classic

I would’ve had Sky Sports Soccer Saturday on if the choice had been mine but the landlord doesn’t like football.

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Just found out that an Elvis impersonator used to live in the house. That’s true actually. I’m sure I saw his ghost in the living room one night. I was all shook up.

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There's no ghost, just your suspicious mind

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The Facebook Bit.

Status update of the week:

“Cnt wait 4 new year new start new me fuck the dickheads who ave hurt me this yr bt u aint keepin dwn i stand up n im proud ov wat i ave n got my dawta my fam n gd mates men cum n go my Princess fam n mates r 4 lyf”

People who read the blog who are unfamiliar with Facebook (there can’t be many) have asked if these status updates are genuine. Sadly, I have to admit, they are 100% genuine.

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Da kidz spk lyk dis. Init.

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I’ve changed the names on this status update because *Peggy* reads the blog and is a bit touchy… only joking *Peggy* you old goat!

Sat in McDonalds with Leah. Woman sits down next to us with her food alone. She had a large Big Mac meal, double cheeseburger, nine chicken nuggets and some of those cheese melt things!! She was about a size 12, so god knows where she stores it! Leah says in her very non subtle, non quiet voice ‘look how much food that lady has to herself and she hasn’t even got any kids with her, that’s greedy isn’t it mummy?’

Someone replied:

You should have said ‘Yes, Leah, she’s a greedy fat twat.’

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One of my FB friends went on a bit of a frenzy and joined loads of groups and fan pages on the same day – why she did this I really don’t know and I really don’t care. Although I care enough to share the information with you, obviously. She joined…

* “Why do I bother with you?”
* “Ignoring me? Two can play that game.”
* “Even though I hate you, I’d still shag you.”
* “Just because I like your status it doesn’t mean I like you.”

The nonsense continued…

* “Stop fucking around and just tell me how you feel.”
* “Tell me why you’re upset? I can’t – the reason is you.”
* “When I push you away, don’t leave – it’s times like that I need you to stay.”
* “I can switch from happy to psycho in less than two minutes … don’t go there.”

I really hope she’s not reading the blog – or if she is, she doesn’t realise I’m laughing at her. Oh, here’s some more she joined…

* “I love knowing you bitch about me then watching you be nice to my face.”
* “It still takes me ages to get to sleep on Christmas Eve.”
* “I’ve just got over liking you and then you text me and I’m back to square one.”

And then there was one more…

* “N Dubz are better than Linkin Park.”

Confirmation if confirmation was required… she’s mental.

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I did get an invite to join one group which seemed appropriate to me…

“I look at the menu for ages then just order what I always have.”

…but in the end I didn’t bother.

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It wasn't a kiss I wanted her to blow

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This is what we pay our taxes for.

Leicester Mercury:

“A hairdresser was caught smoking in the doorway of his salon when a council environmental health officer drove past. Matthew Charles Bates, of Michael Charles Hair Salon in Cross Street, Blaby, was fined £100 and ordered to pay £320 costs after the on-duty officer, waiting at traffic lights, looked out of her car and saw him having a cigarette in the doorway of his business.”

This salon is near where I live and the pavement by the business doesn’t attract many pedestrians as it’s not in a busy area. I doubt anyone was actually troubled by this guy having a fag outside. He’s now £420 worse off. I’ve even been into the salon and given the bloke a pack of fags and bottle of wine. I don’t know him but just wanted to show some support.

It’s typical of our over-zealous nanny state with people in jobs for the sake of being in a job and spreading misery. From what I can gather, the environmental officer was an officious jobsworth cock of the highest order. I hope she has a grim Christmas.

Health and Safety, my arse.

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Here’s another, erm, festive-ish video worth checking out… it’s Avid Merrion’s Proper Crimbo from 2003.

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Miley Cyrus was on the telly with Alan Carr last week. She’s still a spoilt, showbiz brat – not quite in the Jordan and Katona oxygen thief envelope but give it time.

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Not as good as her dad

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Tiger Woods is taking time off golf to work on his marriage. He’s been asked to appear in a pantomime – but they’ve had to rename the show.

“Woods in the Babes.”

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Why are con men called con men? They’re usually quite good so surely they should be called pro men.

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Michael Jackson fans.

Ensure you win the BBC3 show ‘Move Like Michael Jackson’ by lying very still in a box.

I suppose given the standard rate of decomposition, now is the perfect time for a Thriller comeback tour.

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I'm a bad-ass dead motherfucker cha'mone

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Have you noticed how contestants on reality shows like X Factor and Big Brother talk about going on ‘a journey’? Let’s hope that journey takes them back to where they belong – stacking shelves alongside the other non-entities in Asda.

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Top Tips from Viz magazine:

“Cat and dog owners – your pets have no concept of Christmas. Don’t buy them a card or present. It’s just silly.”

While the Top Tips page from Viz is deliberate sarcasm, there is actually more than a jot of truth in that.

I don’t put “Merry Christmas to Johnny, Clare, the kids and Rover the dog” in my Christmas card to you – so don’t put a fucking paw print in mine.

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Separated at birth – The footballer Theo Walcott and Marvin from JLS

Theo ?

Marvin ?

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And finally…

Remember this – a dog is not just for Christmas… with any luck there’ll be some left over for Boxing Day.

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Cheers for now,
Geoff / DJ Wanker

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Metta heals mind and body

In this post, I want to share from my own practice how metta, or loving-kindness meditation, not only heal minds, it can bless and heal bodies as well.

When a loved one is sick or injured, doing metta, or loving-kindness prayers, for them, is a powerful antidote to fear.  It frees the heart and mind, thereby blessing our little ones and their dear bodies.

My own experience and observation is that there seems to be more to this healing than the now well-established fact of a mind/body connection.  My experience is that metta, unconditional love, brings us into line with a power that’s not contingent, not conditional, not limited in its very nature.

But don’t take my word for it.  See for yourself.  Give loving-kindness a chance to work in your own life and the lives of those you love and see what happens.

First, metta for yourself

If we have a sick child, or pet, or family member, or friend, and we want to help with our loving-kindness prayers, the very first person to give metta to is ourself!   To help heal another, we first have to heal ourselves.

So, go to a quiet place, sit down, follow your breath, and when you’ve gained some measure of quiet, then begin sending yourself loving thoughts: “I know I am fearful about my child, (pet, family member, friend). My dear fearful heart, may you be at peace.  May I feel the power of love to calm me, and may I trust in that power.”  Have compassion for yourself and your worries as a fearful parent. Love and cherish yourself for having such a good and caring heart.

The words you may say in metta don’t matter so much as the intent to love yourself and take care of your fear, not rejecting it, but holding it and you compassionately, with a trust in love’s power.  Metta should always be spontaneous and not rote or formulaic. Metta is a thing of the heart, of our deepest hopes and aspirations, not of words.

Next, metta for your loved one

When we feel we’ve loved ourselves, and gained some measure of equanimity through the power of that love, then we can much more effectively send loving-kindness to our little ones.  Because we love them so much, the outpouring of our hearts toward them is the most natural thing in the world.  The problem is getting fear out of the way so our love flows fully and freely, and that’s why we start with metta for ourselves.

As for the metta for the sick or injured one, just open your heart toward the child, pet, family member or friend, and let the words come as they will:  “My dear, beloved child, may you be free of this (fever, flu, injury, whatever) and may you be healed.  May your dear body respond to this love and may you be free.  May you be free of pain, may you be whole and well…..”

When fear pops us, stop and deal with it

Again, these particular phrases are just to give a feel for the work, not as a formula or mantra.  Trust your own heart to supply the thoughts and words of loving-kindness to send you’re your little one. And here’s an important point:  if at any point in your metta for the child, or in turning your thought to the child, you get overwhelmed with fear and concern, stop!  Stop right there, and give yourself metta until your own fears are compassionately tended to.  Then with great love and courage, go back to sending your child your aspiration and great love for his or her healing.

Metta is not a filibuster

But note, metta isn’t a filibuster!  It’s not about how much or how long you pray or send loving thoughts.  When you’ve gained some measure of peace about your loved one, then let everything go. Trust the love to do its stuff.  It will have an effect—first, on you, then on the loved one.  If from time to time, you feel the need to give more metta, do so, but again, it’s not about quantity, but quality.

Of course, you want to keep your loved one in a loving embrace of your thought—that’s natural.  By your loving words and actions to make the loved one comfortable and happy, you continue your metta by simply by being your loving, caring self.  And remember, loving-kindness is not about you.  It’s not about what you think of yourself as a parent or friend.

Metta isn’t self-hypnosis or positive thinking

The power of loving-kindness comes through you, but it’s not a personal creation.  This kind of unconditional love comes from the very heart of the universe, from your best nature.  It’s not self-hypnosis or autosuggestion for your child!  Metta is positive, but is way, way, WAY more than mere positive thinking.  It’s an honest, deep, hopeful outpouring of the heart and is at one with loving thoughts and intentions of all beings everywhere.

Now send your love to all beings everywhere

Finally, when you’ve taken care of your own heart, and have feel love embracing your own child or loved one, why not expand that love to others?  With great empathy and compassion, we know how other parents and caretakers may feel when a loved one is ill.  What could be more natural than to send them your loving well-wishes as well?  And not only to them, but to all sick or injured beings everywhere?

In the metta sutta (sutra, or teaching) the Buddha said, “As a mother, at the risk of her life, watches over her only child, let her cherish an unbounded mind, for all living beings…”  This kind of love is called the divine abiding—abiding in great, limitless, unconditional care and love for all.

There is great power in boundless love, not only to heal our hearts, but to heal our bodies and others as well.

See also:

Seeding the Heart: Loving-kindness Practice with Children

The other day I got my time zones mixed up and missed a training call I wanted to listen in on, that was all right. Because I ended up listening to a different audio that I had but never had the time to listen to it, so since I had this free hour anyway I used it on that.

It was about money and your relationship with it, and how women see money different then men do, in terms of it being a relationship. If you have trouble getting or keeping money in your life it’s very likely because of a limiting belief to do with money.

Which means you need to create a better relationship with it and release the beliefs you have so they stop causing you trouble. There have been points in my life where I’ll want to reach for a goal bigger then normal and I would hear the inner critic sounding off.

I had to search out the source of that negative little voice in my head saying, You know you can’t do that. The trouble I found with it is that it was one of my loved ones sounding off in my head, meaning to keep me from hurt or failure.

That person would say you have all of these other steps to take first, and many of those would revolve around money. Like, “Yeah but you have to have money for that; to me it just sounded like the person didn’t believe in me and that’s what it can sound like.

Even though it wasn’t actually being said, as people we tend to take things differently then the way they were said. Since I didn’t feel supported I kept hearing critical words saying the opposite of what I needed to hear and really it would come from within.

The critical voice pops up whenever you go after something that is outside of your normal comfort zone. You can not move forward until you work to move beyond the inner critic, for me that had to be done in two ways.

I said the most powerful words anyone could say and I actually really let that person know deep down how I felt. I told them that I loved them and admired them and said why I loved and admired them and saw it transform the relationship.

It was like going from night to day in only a couple of minutes and it was because a couple of words. It also shows what kind of affect words can have when you’re sincere and the other person knows it, it changes things.

I might add that no one knows how much you care or what you think of them unless you actually tell them. Now it was after I told that person how I felt and saw how it changed the whole relationship in such positive ways.

That I realized that I could and needed to change the relationship chatter in my head around the goals and  limiting beliefs I had. So instead of hearing the critic every time I set those unbelievable goals. I would hear something encouraging instead of discouraging because I changed the inner relationship as well as the physical one.

That’s exactly what we all want to hear when we try after something and our belief in ourselves wavers just a little. You want to hear something that will walk forward with courage to meet that, so I’m going to give you a couple of examples of the critic here.

My goal at the time was to become a coach and a better writer and it took a lot of work and of course lots of study. However it took just as much mental work because I kept hearing the inner critic so much of the time saying that I couldn’t do it.

Or would be that other people are so much better then I am, just like other coaches have a fear of going for it. They end up thinking they need more training and keep putting off going out and actually coaching people.

So the mental talk I would hear was either from my loved one or even from myself, I had to actually figure out which one. I had to separate them and most of all I had to deal with them as if they were a scared child that I needed to take by the hand and say it’s going to be okay.

When you have this negative head talk with yourself you really have to counter it with positive encouraging talk. You need to realize when you are scared and that it’s okay to be scared, if you doing something your uncomfortable with or starting something new, it’s a bit scary.

When you set big goals you are usually stepping outside of a zone that is comfortable to you and it makes you a bit fearful. So you really need to build yourself up and especially so if you don’t have a mentor or someone there to help see you through it.

That’s what I did, I realized that if I could change the outer relationship just like that, I could do the same with my inner relationship. The thing is that most of the time the inner relationship that you have with yourself is what stops you from taking those big steps.

You have to support yourself in those situations and show that support in both small and big ways. Just do whatever it takes and give yourself the loving support and encouragement you need, tell yourself how amazing you and the things you’ve done and will do.

Just really allow yourself to fall in love with the inner critic in you and realize that it is just another part of you. It’s job is just to protect you and in the best way it knows how to do and that way is to sabotage you all in the name of what’s good for you.

Even though it hurts you more in the long run, it is the only way it knows how to look after you. So thank it for all it has done for you, good or bad, and go after those big goals even if you are scared, and this time make sure the critic is on your side.

Jennifer Rush, född 29 september 1960 i Queens, New York i USA som Heidi Stern, är en popsångerska från USA. Hennes mest kända sång är powerballaden “The Power of Love” från 1984, som hon var medkompositör av. Skivdebuterade 1979 i USA med albumet “Heidi Stern”, namnbytet kom först 1983 efter att hon flyttat till Västtyskland för att pröva lyckan därifrån. Jennifer har gett ut låtar på skiva på engelska, spanska, franska, tyska och ungerska. Hon fanns fram till 1992 representerad i brittiska utgåvan av Guinness rekordbok, där den brittiska utgåvan av hennes “The Power Of Love” stod omnämnd som “the best selling single by a female solo artist in the history of British pop music” efter att singeln legat etta i fem veckor. Jennifer har sjungit duetter med bland andra Elton John, Michael Bolton, José Carreras och Placido Domingo. Jennifer har vid flera tillfällen medverkat i Stina Dabrowskis program i Sverige, och även skrivit text till låten “Angel” med melodi av svenske Tomas Ledin.

Jennifer är syster till jazzmusikern Bobby Stern och musikern Stephen Stern, alla barn till operasångaren Maurice Stern och pianisten Barbara Stern (avliden 1984).

I want to shout a massive THANK YOU to everyone who has sent me personal messages of support, their thoughts, even a CONGRATULATIONS!

It’s very easy in these cynical times to forget the power of basic human solidarity in times of trouble and change. I can feel a warm wave of that fundamentally instinctive feeling as I am  some beautifully moving connections with friends and family old and new.

Writing my Stubborn Dogs blog is proving to be enormously therapeutic as I wrestle with the reality of coming out of what has been a severe depression, albeit this time round being able to manage it in a different way than before. I am beginning to feel better in myself, now that I have made what is this life-changing decision to have surgery and hormone therapy, although its only been three weeks so far.  That I feel so much support and honesty out there is really important in my growing confidence. But I have to be careful not to try and run before I can walk.

It’s a big day tomorrow as I dip my toes back in at work to begin to reconnect there. My reality check with my therapist this morning has left me feeling that I really do need to take care as I climb out of it….and not try and rush to the summit carrying more baggage than I can realistically manage. My poor old brain cells are doing their best to get the synapses running smoothly and free from major technical faults. My medication’s stabilised. And I now have a future to be looking forward to, with a wonderful partner, family and friends to share with. I’m sure my work colleagues will be as supportive as they’ve been before when I go back although, as with everyone, it’s something you can only get your head around if you have an open heart to ‘difference’ and change and are prepared to re-evaluate sometimes deeply buried attitudes and prejudices that we all have in us.

Thanks to my friend Jo who sent me a lovely email along with this quote from Nelson Mandela’s inaugral speech in 1994.

“It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous?  Actually, who are you not to be?”

Thank you for following my musings so far. There’ll be plenty more posts to come as this will sure be a long process so I hope you’ll continue to visit and chip in when you feel you want to say how something seems to you.

Viele Videos sind zu finden in Youtube. Die Konzerte von David Foster & Friends in 10 Städten in den USA und Kanada sind noch nicht beendet.

Wer die Videos anschauen möchte, sind bei Youtube natürlich besser bedient.  Aber ein Video möchte ich doch hier einfügen. Warum?  Es ist besonders weil man Charice´s hübsches Gesicht sehen kann.  Wie sie mit Ihrer Stimme hier spielt und man muss sie einfach anschauen um zu glauben was für eine gewaltige Stimme aus diesen kleinen Körper kommt.

Hier is Charice in Chicago´s Konzert, gesungen hat sie Whitney Houston´s Bodyguard Medley mit David Foster am Klavier:

Video von Trosa223

Sie ist 17 Jahre jung. Leute ich verspreche Euch, da geht noch was!

Noch ein Video, diesmal sieht man David Foster und der Gitarrist Nathan East im Hintergrund:

Hé lộ bí mật về rapper nữ trong ‘Oh Yeah’?

Như tin đã đưa , 4Minute sẽ tham dự trong concert Super Star Power of Love

Concert này đang ngày càng thu hút sự quan tâm lớn hơn, sau khi có thông báo cho hay về việc bổ sung nhóm nhạc MBLAQ vào dàn nghệ sĩ biểu diễn. Không chỉ vì khả năng sẽ xuất hiện 1 tiết mục kết hợp giữa Dara (2NE1) cùng em trai Thunder (MBLAQ), mà sân khấu concert này còn có thể hé lộ rapper nữ bí ẩn trong ca khúc hit debut của MBLAQ ‘Oh yeah’.

Công chúng đồn đại rằng rapper nữ trong ca khúc đó là HyunAh, vì cả Rain và cô ấy đều xuất thân từ JYP Entertainment, vậy nên chẳng có gì ngạc nhiên khi bạn bè cũ giúp đỡ lẫn nhau. Nếu là trường hợp đó, rất có triển vọng chúng ta sẽ được xem HyunAh biểu diễn bên cạnh MBLAQ. Nhưng cũng có 1 luồng thông tin khác lại cho rằng người đó là DaHee, 1 học viên đến từ J Tune Entertainment.

Như vậy, hẳn nhiên là sự xuất hiện của HyunAh trong tiết mục của MBLAQ sẽ là minh chứng rõ ràng nhất cô chính là giọng hát trong ‘Oh Yeah’. Đúng hay sai, chúng ta đều phải chờ xem.

Poster + Info: 4MinuteBaiduBar
Reporting + Translation: kueensora@4minute.com
Vietnamese translation: loca @ V4Minute

Possible revelation of female rapper in ‘Oh Yeah’ ?

As we have reported earlier here, 4Minute will be participating in the Super Star Power of Love concert.

The concert is getting more and more interesting, after announcing the addition of MBLAQ into the performing list of artists. This is not only because of the possible interaction of Dara (2NE1) and her brother, Thunder(MBLAQ), on the same stage, but also the possible revelation of the mysterious rapper in MBLAQ’s debut hit Oh Yeah.

Rumours had it said that the female rapper in the song is HyunAh, because both her and Rain used to be from JYP Entertainment, so it’s not a surprise to see someone asking for help from an old friend. Thus, if that’s the case, it should be highly possible to see her performing alongside MBLAQ during their performance. But other rumours also suggest that it was DaHee, the female trainee from J Tune Entertainment.

So is it reasonable for us to say that HyunAh’s presence in MBLAQ’s performance of Oh Yeah that night will be the best evidence to prove the identity of the owner of that voice in the song? We will have to wait and see.

Poster + Info: 4MinuteBaiduBar
Reporting + English Translation: kueensora@4minute.com

Rain, 4Minute và 2NE1 tổ chức concert “Power of Love”

Hiện những người làm chương trình vẫn đang giữ mọi thứ trên bản thảo, nhưng concert này đã xác nhận ngày tổ chức là 31/10 tại sân vận động tổ hợp thể dục thể thao Olympic, thành phố Seoul, lúc 7 giờ tối giờ Hàn Quốc.

Credit: allkpop

Rain, 4minute & 2NE1 Have the Power of Love

The concert planners are keeping things in the wraps for now, but this concert is confirmed for October 31 at the Olympic Park Gymnastics Stadium in Seoul at 7PM KST.

Credit: allkpop

CREDITS: newsen.co.kr

There are lots of articles coming out about Dara lately. Hahaha. Well,  about Strong Heart, her brother and Lee Min Ho.  I found like 4- 5 articles about her. It’s not that important. lol

Looks like they talked about the 100 times retake of the ‘kiss’ @ Strong Heart (*unsure*). Just stay tuned to find out!

Strong Heart will be aired tomorrow!

OCTOBER 13, 2009; 11 PM KST

want to watch it live but tired of TVants? then visit this livestream

http://www.livestream.com/toanyone

You would be glad to know that the feature film “PYAR KARE DIS‘ would be showcased on 15th Oct’09 at Indore in Global Cinema festival in the regional film category (Sindhi). The festival is being organised by Film Federation Of India in collaboration with the Government of Madhya Pradesh.

The Film PYAR KARE DIS is based on the theme of Power of love. The film is produced by an NRI Sindhi Mr. M. Harwani who provided a platform to make a good Sindhi cinema. PYAR KARE DIS is directed by Kamal D. Nathani who has been into direction for more than 2 decades. His first Hindi feature film “THE HOPE” was also internationally acclaimed at various festivals including Emden Festival, Germany, MAMI International Film Festival etc.

Its a great achievement for the Sindhi community as a whole to note that World renowned ghazal master Jagjit Singh has sung a devotional Sindhi song for the first time in his life for this feature film. Famous singers like Shaan, Roop Kumar Rathore and Richa Sharma have also sung sindhi songs for the first time in their careers.

PYAR KARE DIS has been made just like any other film. Cine star Preeti Jhangiani sizzles in a special dance sequence and climax of the film PYAR KARE DIS. The film has been shot on picturesque locales of Saputara and other outdoor locations apart from the various film studios of Mumbai.

It is my humble request to pass this information to as many Sindhis as possible as this is a matter of pride and a great milestone for Sindhi community in the 60 years of independence. This will also give an opportunity to the Sindhi community in INDORE and adjoining places to go and view the film PYAR KARE DIS at INOX THEATRE ON 15TH OCT AT 2.15 P.M.

소향 (Sohyang) singing Power of Love at the KBS Open Concert 04.10.09

Uh, wow.  This woman can SING.  And it sounds so effortless, too!!

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Allowing Soul...

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Divine ♥ Feminine

I, who have waited so long,

your peaceful reign, and dominion,

now rejoices at your emergence!, your power and your glow…

I feel your passion and your compassion!

~

We are reaching out to you,

Divine  ♥ Presence!,

I know you…

are too.

~

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The power of Love is the greatest miracle of all. An inspirational thought for all paths.

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♥♥♥

Mother Durga

~

Gee!…Jay-Z!

“He’s just a super-passionate person”?…

World of kindness, move away!  S-Passion’s voice has arrived!

She will speak louder, cover your voice. She will feel justified;

to criticize, to yell, to regurgitated, to spew her arrows…

You say “s-passionately”!?   I say s-arrogantly!!,

Old voice, you speak out of turn, angrily,

and unwanted. You rattle us;

You puzzle us…

Old voice, I hear your pain,

separation, and confusion… Not passion! 

~

Dear All of us, please,… let’s heal!  

Let’s be, super-passionate -

fiercely and lovingly!  

See your light, 

will you? 

Yes…YOU!

Hold a child,

hug a tree, love more, smile, let go…

Hold on to your horses dear! Master your Fire!, Breathe…

You are in a new friendly territory!

Times are changing…

♥

Namaste

The Power of Love

♥

KANYE.

Really,…

Sorry for …?!

~

I teach my kid,

to always, all ways, try!…

No matter what…, to value differences;

The Other,… their values, views, songs, words, actions, trances…

Living together, all of us, the others,

earthlings!…, including

me.  Yes… Me!

And You,

Kanye’s of the world,

your voice scares me; hunts me, disarms me,

blows me. Attracts me.

Calls me!

… to say:

I understand the angst!

I understand the point of view. I understand…,

the dramas and  matters of Heart…. Sons and Daughters of the rebellions!,

will you, surrender your Sword,

for the Word ?

~

Offer

your voice,

Yes… You!

-And you, beautiful K. -

love your art and hair by the way! - Your voice,

and words, too,… have to be shared,

heard! … Hear me!

♥

Love says:

K. is for Kindly,

A. …at the right time,

N.  Not imposed on, tricked,

Y. You get what am  sayin?!…

E. End of the tantrums!, End of (old) times.

Forced advices and conflict making styles,… Be gone!

All of the Kanye’s of the World! Hear me…,

feel my tenderness…

♥

The time has come!…

for all of us, Children of this Earth,

To love and value our true differences: difficult,or not!,

to unite our forces and our voices; laugh at childish attempts to disrupt peace;

intimidate young Maidens, and try to get away with it!

You, K.A.N.Y.E.’s of the world,

Look up,

and know that,

if you, yes… YOU!  :)

were my precious only child…

I would say to you,… Dear son, Dear daugher,

dear child of mine; just sit here ~

By my Fire… Your fire, ~

will feel, and know ~

The Power of

Love, the true (s)word,

is always

KIND

.

♥

Mom…

aka The feminine Clan, Woman. Mother. Daughter. Sister.

Grandmother.  Great Grandmothers… and singing Maidens!

Mon enfant…

♥

Me voici,

tout près de toi,

avec cette nouvelle, et ancienne voix…

Une autre façon de chanter, de déclarer, de crier, d’hurler…:

Changeons notre monde!  Pour nos enfants… TOUS les enfants de la Terre!

Voici le plan; il est simple, et très faisable: Unissons-nos coeurs, maintenant!

Toi, moi… et les autres. Homme et Femme de coeur!

Oui… TOI!  En silence.  En sourires…

Que notre volonté d’ ♥ soit fait!

And so it is!

…

Mères!              ~          Mothers!

Nous les premières!         ~         US  first!

Allons-nous rester assises?…   Are we going to just sit there?…

Let our kids be bullied, at home, at school, in their own little minds!…

Laisser nos enfants être victimes, dans leur écoles?! Dans leur propre maison!?…

À bas la violence! La colère!  Quand ?!! Quand le Respect, et l’Amour-patient,

seront-ils la norme dans nos familles? Dans nos coeurs?!

FYI everyone! Toute colère ou aggressivité,

dirigée vers un enfant, -

sera toujours, 

destructive.

…

Mères!  Moms!

…

Quand?  When?

serons-nous assez braves… will we be strong enough…

pour protéger tous nos enfant!   to protect ALL our children!

Les grands et les petits; les garçons et les filles;

Un visage connu ou nouveau;

…

Mon enfant…

…

rappelle-toi de moi, Marie, 

pleine de grâce,… un nom sanctifié,

un coeur aimant de maman, guidant la flamme, 

notre armée silencieuse, souriante, d’amour inconditionel…

Oui il est temps de se réunir; Il est temps d’essayer quelque chose de nouveau!

 ♥

Sacré-Coeur de Marie, une place pour chacun de vous lisant ceci,…

 à accéder, à toucher… Imagine!!… 

An army of Love,…

Un rassemblement radieux,…

L’armée de Marie,… The ARMY of MARY (!);

Brandissant le Pouvoir de l’Amour;  Claiming the Power of Love,

comme son emblème.  Sa protection divine,…

as it’s shield.  It’s Coat of arms…

A grand and  pure desire,…  

And So It is!

…

À bas les peurs! 

Ce Sacré-Coeur nous unit,…  

En silence. En prière.  En gratitude. En actions. 

En sa force. Sa victoire. Son sourire…

Pour chacun de nos enfants

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It’s finally here; the bastard child of Summer that arrives annually prior to the autumnal equinox that I’m going to just name mid-Virgo.  You might also want to call it, weeks one through three of the NFL season.  Either way it hits all temperate zone dwellers with a hard dose of reality that says there probably won’t be a long stretch of awesome weather until sometime in next May or June if you even make it ’til then.  That being the case, this past weekend was the last chance for many to bask in some pure, unadulterated summer fun and sun.  And what a weekend it was.  Wrote a recap about it…want to hear it? Here it goes.

The weekend almost got off to a false start on Thursday as there were some whispers circulating about a possible happy hour in the name of our dearly departing friend Andy S, who would be going boating for a solid month in the Nautical Northeast.   Said drink gathering never happened, but managed to materialize the following evening in the West Village at an enjoyable Cheesesteak, Wing and beer joint known affectionately and professionally as Wogie’s. Quite the gang was on hand as myself, Suli, Reva, Andy, Jes P, Kishore, Andrea, Morwin, Ahmad, Erika, Jeff P, Ajay, and possibly several others gathered to inhale wings, brews, and engage in general tomfoolery.

Andy Before Being Shipped Out To Sea

Knocking back cheap Yuenglings proved old hat for our merry band of seated revelers as the alcohol loosened up our conversational inhibitions. The night featured a debate on bald eagles, marriage proposals, waffle fries, and plenty of laughter as the well wishing wore into the evening hours from the late afternoon.  The final bill despite our large crew was none too damaging giving us cause to continue a little further into the night.

Several people split after Wogie’s but several of us made a pit stop at Vol De Nuit on West 4th for a savory belgian brew before the pull of different neighborhoods drew us apart yet again.  The semi-final portion of Friday involved a trip with myself, Morwin, and Jes all the way to Soho to engage in some rice pudding via from Rice to Riches.

Now, I had never been to said Rice Pudding emporium before, but my preconceived notion based on the one person I had seen toting a bowl of the tasty dessert led me to believe that there was only one type of rice pudding there and it contained raisins.  Raisins do not appeal to me so I have yet to go out of my way to sample the aforementioned pudding.  Much to my surprise, upon arrival I was greeted by a vast array of options, most of which did not involve a helping of nature’s candy.  Jackpot.After sampling two flavors, I went with the French Toast with some graham cracker topping.  Delicious.  I shall be returning to this establishment that boasts such a wealth of flavor.

Jes Shows The True Meaning of Going From Rice to Riches

With dessert bowl in hand I wandered towards the Delancey F train stop only to come up with a clever idea once I reached Orchard St. I was in my brother’s neighborhood and decided to make a detour as it was early yet.  I stopped inside the nearest bodega grabbing a six pack of Guatemala’s own Rio Claro Cerveza and onto his apartment.  While there I had a brief discussion and down one and a half beers before being sent abruptly packing when my brother received an urgent call that he had to grab some equipment. With than a Friday evening full of activity came to a close and I hopped the F back to Park Slope.

Saturday morning arrived like a warm but strangely overcast day.  It seemed like everything would be fine and dandy if I could just get the haze out of my head.  The previous night hadn’t been a drunken catastrophe by any means, but it left the lingering heaviness of fried food and cheap beer.  I attempted to run it off in the early going but my previously devoured morning bagel only seemed to contribute to that weighed down feeling and really put a damper on any sort of exercise activity.

One quick shower though, and just like that I was up and at ‘em,  ready to shake the two liter bottle of carbonated life and burst into full on weekend mode.  Thankfully, I had something to do that was heavy on the labor day weekend tradition.  My old roommate Rob was having a BBQ at his place down the avenue and I felt obliged to make an appearance.

It was ultimately a rather small gathering, but with a very comfortable feel.  Myself, Suli, Reva, Rob, Katey,Alice, Cyrus, Bethany, and Jen were all on hand for grilling  up some goodies and more spirited discussion.  I knocked back a few beers and conversed in the fading yet warm glow of the September sun, whilst engaging in plenty of off color humor with my fellow partygoers.  At around 7:30 I received a text from my good friend Andrew inviting me to go see his brother’s burlesque show at Union Hall starting at 11pm.  I told him I would and then notified everyone at the party to see if they wanted to go.  The overall consensus was positive, but by 10:30 it seemed everyone was content on just hanging there.  I said my goodbyes and made my way to Union Hall on foot arriving just before the show started.Andrew and I walked in and had a few minutes to hang back before they opened the doors.

Finally a few minutes later they had let us in.  It was my original intention to not drink, take in the burlesque show and catch a good night’s sleep, but I violated those conditions rather quickly.  Andrew asked if I wanted a beer and after about a jiffy of deliberation I decided to break my covenant.  The burlesque show, though sparsely attended was fantastic. Doc Wassabasco, Gigi La Femme, Nasty Canasta, Johnny Porkpie, and Anita Cookie really know how to put on a classy show.  If I were writing a headline based solely on that event it would say, “Tits and Class”.

I didn’t get rowdy or anything during the event, that’s not why I mentioned the drinking.  Rather, it was what came after that the drinking aided in abolishing all of the fear bones in my body.  Actually, it probably wasn’t the drinking, it was more the fact that there was a microphone on hand and the word “karaoke” uttered.  Once the dancers cleared the stage a whole new setup came into the room promising a rip-roaring cover song-fueled extravaganza and I was on top of it.  The first one to put a song in, I immediately got on stage and entreated the crowd to be entertained by my rendition of that old standard, Lisa Loeb’s “Stay (I Missed You).” Judging by the reaction and the crowd comments after, it was a pretty good rendition.

My next on stage moment came with Andrew as we went up to sing Huey Lewis’ “Power of Love” joined by Gigi La Femme and Anita Cookie.  I thought I’d be able to ace this one, but I was clueless.  Andrew and Anita more or less kept us in this one save for maybe the chorus.  Good job Andrew.

Seeing as we were so quick on the draw once the karaoke came out, Andrew and I hopped on stage one more time, following and Anita rendition of a Journey song.  This time we conquered U2 and BB King’s “When Love Comes To Town”.  Now, we had done that song on my birthday, but I had the feeling that we absolutely killed it this time.  Though, if anyone was videotaping our drunken vocal episode, I could probably be proven wrong.

After our final duet triumph a couple of frat boys came on stage and did some lame songs.  I don’t even remember what they were.  They just seemed horribly clichéd.  I decided though that I had one more in me.  It was between Talking Heads “Once In A Lifetime” and Public Enemy’s “Bring Da Noize”.  Now, I generally have a rule against white people doing hip-hop, but I have this odd desire to at least see if I can keep up with the version of that song with Anthrax.  Anyway, I chose the former and before I launched into it one of the girls made a comment regarding my voice.  I’ve always been a little insecure about my voice and it’s sort of nasal high pitched-ness, but I kind of purposely played it into a bigger deal due to my slightly inebriated state.  The performance of the song itself was okay.  I had delusions of grandeur when it came to performing a suitable David Byrne impression, but never quite pulled it off.  I’m sure I did a lot of dramatic stumbling around the stage to simulate his erratic mannerisms, but I don’t think it really translated. Still, it was okay, and I was none too ashamed of my theatrics.

That would be the last karaoke performance of the evening and after leaving the room said dancer apologized to me after commenting on my insecurity.  I let her know that I was joking which somehow led me into a discussion with her of the Burlesque Hall of Fame in Vegas and the World Championships held there each year, where she had won an award the previous event. Being around the Burlesque show had somewhat reignited my interest in my Hall of Fame book idea as I was asking Andrew’s brother about the competition earlier.  I thought perhaps if this crew was going to the next one perhaps I could tag along and at least write some material on it.  Being in that world with people from that world seems like the way to do it.

Saturday night hysterics and heroics aside, the night had to come to an end, but I was all smiles and sleepiness when it did.  I hit the bed sometime around 3:30am and nearly eight hours later found myself preparing to go to brunch with my mom.

My mom arrived slightly after noon carrying heaps of items thankfully procured from a world record breaking Costco outing.  I surmised that I probably wasn’t going to have buy food for the next 2 weeks.  I’m sure I’ll prove myself wrong on that end, but it’ll be fun and monetarily rewarding to try and hold out.

After unloading the shipment it was time to make a run for brunch at the Miracle Grill on 7th Avenue.  I had heard horror stories about said restaurant’s service and while it wasn’t extemely attentive, it wasn’t absolutely ignorant either.  Mediocre to fair is a safe assessment.  I found the food however to be very tasty as I dug into my Chicken Quesadilla allowing it to quench my alcohol addled stomach.  Conversation was mostly pleasant, but you can never get through the day without a little mom nagging.  It’s in all of their blood and that’s why they’re called mothers.  Food was gorged upon, understandings were reached, feelings were shared, crises were averted.  All in all a productive early afternoon session.

As my mom and I were departing my phone rang with a familiar name flashing on it’s extremely limited display space.  Jes P was calling and I knew just what she wanted.  Coney Island was a calling.  We were headed to see Brooklyn Cyclones take on the Lowell Spinners for the regular season finale at Keyspan Park.

Myself and Jes After Having Caught Cyclones Fever

I always think taking the Q to Coney Island from Park Slope takes much longer than it does, so I arrived at my late afternoon destination a little early.  Jes was running late so I killed some time walking on the boardwalk.  Unfortunately, I was clad in shorts and a t-shirt completely forgetting the fact that Coney Island was probably a bit windier than the more inland areas of Brooklyn. Oh well, I wasn’t going to buy a sweatshirt or anything.  I was just going ot have to grin and bear it.  It wasn’t actually that cold, it was more just a windy situation.  Jes finally showed up around 5:15 with her roommate in tow.  I wasn’t aware here roommate would be joining us, but I figured the more the merrier.  Just after introducing herself however, she split off and headed into the park.  Apparently, she had her own season ticket.  One season ticket for one person going to all of the games by herself…that seemed pretty weird.

We got to our box seats in section 13 row U along the 3rd base line.  $16 can get you a lot in a minor league ballpark.  Neither of us were in the mood to drink after monster Saturday nights so we settled in to watch some quality baseball.  The only problem was that there was a terrible family of total trash behind us.  It’s not that they were poor and lived in trailers and had sex with their cousins…they were probably pretty rich based on the fact that I think they had Mets season tickets.  They just had no idea had to act in public.  These two punk kids just sat there berating their mother the entire time and being general douchebags.

Their douchebaggery was only made worse when thundersticks were handed out to the crowd and the kids were hell bent on making the loudest noises imaginable without actually paying attention to the game.  Actually, the thundersticks dilemma sort of applied to the whole crowd as scores of fans mindlessly bashed the inflatable noisemakers together appearing mindless as they bashed them in front of their faces appearing hypnotized by the impact of two such objects upon one another.  They would bash them together in non rhythmic fashion and smile to themselves or attempt to bash a neighbor.

The Crowd In the Uncertain Stages of Thunderstick Mania

Aside from the idiocy there were plenty of thrills on the evening.  In addition to my company, the Cyclones were starting New York Mets all-star Carlos Beltran in Centerfield.  In addition to being relegated to the DL on my fantasy team for the better part of the last three months Carlos is quite the accomplished player.  The first pitch he faced was easily directed for a single.  That seemed to bode well for the rest of his at bats.  He eventually made it home to score the Cyclones 2nd run, but that’s really where his highlights stopped.  Beltran struck out three times and blooped out for the game-ending hit with runners at the corners.  Your 2009 New York Mets!

Beltran Coasting Into 3rd

Being at the stadium though was quite fun though.  In addition to loudly heckling players or participating in home team high jinks there’s just a great feeling to that stadium that was heightened by the prospect of winning a prize on “fan appreciation night.” The announcers would proclaim the names of entire rows that had won a prize and with each announcement you hoped you were one of them.  Our row was never announced but Section 13 Row P won something from Baskin Robbins.  Row P sucks. Jes did get lucky though as she somehow managed to catch a free shirt thrown by one of Brooklyn’s own Beach Bums.  Unfortunately that shirt was the worst shirt ever as it was more or less a 2xxL billboard for Applebee’s with only a small Cyclones logo on the arm.

The Worst Shirt Ever

One of my favorite miscellaneous moments of the evening involved the not so thinly veiled racism when after Lowell’s catcher Chia-Chu Chen both Jes and I swore we heard an asian gong-type percussive sound.  I also thought there were not enough Sandy the Seagull mascot sightings.  He only seemed to make his presence known in the 9th inning when the ‘Clones were down and needed a rally.  Even then he wasn’t doing much to liven up the crowd…just pointing from the balcony at children before making his way into the stands.

Sandy the Seagull In The Contemplative Final Moments Before His Assassination

Finally, the game ended a 4-2 loss and we had a few options.  We could a) wait an hour and a half for the fireworks,b) wait on line to run the bases, or c) get out of there.  We had originally opted for b) because getting photos of ourselves running around the bases would probably be awesome, but when the entire stadium is in line to do so, it loses it’s appeal.  Instead we got out of there, grabbed some ice cream and hung out by Nathans for a bit before taking the subway back to our respective homes to end this Sunday success story.

Monday morning brought a confusing mix of laziness and ambition.  My previous evening of sleep had been marred by horrible noises which at different points I perceived to be a) my roommate getting laid or b) cats being raped with a lit branding iron.  The noises were closer to b) minus the branding iron and the rape.  Turns out cats just get horrifyingly moan-y when they’re lonely. The result was a Monday morning where I had previously planned to get out of bed early and go for a run…yet my repeatedly interrupted slumber from the night before caused me to want to doze as late as possible.  Ultimately I beat back weariness and had a good run in the park.

After a shower, I got myself good and dressed and headed up to Morwin’s in Midtown to celebrate the last mental day of summer.  There were a few folks on hand in the earlier going, Suli, Reva, some of morwin’s friends whose names escape me…and Rich M fresh from arriving from Hong Kong that morning.  The crowd grew slowly and steadily never reaching probably more than 13 partygoers.

Rich Sporting A Fine Summer Look

Ahmad Cuts The Meat...Mmm Meat.

Reva’s friend Kristen arrived, Kishore, Potts, Siska, Ahmad, Erika, Ajay to name a few.  It was a laid back terrace BBQ boasting ribs, steak, sausages, dogs, and several varieties of chips.  I enjoyed a few St. Pauli Girl’s and let the summer fade on cue.  And just like that the summer had abruptly drawn to a close, just like this post is about to do.