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This is for you gee!

Something I wrote last year.

Something I didn’t even fabricate until the wild guess just became today’s truth. 🙂

This is for your darling. 


October 29, 2008 at 10:39 pm (2008daily dose

Wasssshuppp wasssshhup.

Welcome to the Hotel Cali-furnia.

My header is a little bit biased since there will be a limited amount of people who can actually figure out what this would mean. But in case you know….please let me know.

It is me again. Lee. The in demand fag from the the upper east side. Well, before, It was just in my dreams…not until now…and I felt that it is just starting to come true. I aced my exams in the morning and I was informed that I did it with flying colors. Gosssshh!!!! I guess….it’s in the blood. Who would not know that I was raised and born with a colorful environment. Mark my word…..it’s more than green!

As they always say, we need to start somewhere and before anything else let me put this straight and remind you that I am not related to Chun Lee, Jet Lee or Bruce Lee….neither to Mother LeeLee Monteverde or Leebron James. Though……I play basketball sometimes…More dribbles and less shots. ;-)

Much as I wanted to have a chinese blood, unfortunately, my mom decided to go and flirt with the Vietnamese ones…SO I ended up like this. A premature creation ”small-eyed” fellow from the Bengwic clan. I told my mom once that I have to say sorry in advance for I believe that our family name will end because of me. Just imagine how it sucks. Bengwic….and its end. Forget about the prophecy of me having twins by 28. It is crap. So scrap it out

I would like to take this opportunity to thank Mama Rosette for paying my bill yesterday when we had dinner at Bongeourno….I hope i spelled it right…though it was not really spelled correctly. Thanks Mama…Muah Muah Muahh..you are the best….first class! I owe you one. Please do tell me regarding your final call concerning my offer. Think about it and tell me once you come back from your vacation. Another thing, I love your switzi key-holder…poor gee..I hope she knew that the concept was a switzi flag…

It was a lovely dinner. The food was great. First time always means good time.

Spoiler : Ann…this goes out for you, Gee took one egg from your “lugaw” yesterday. It was supposed to be my plan….but she executed it. Hahaha…. Explain gee…I know they will understand…the food can’t wait for them…so we did her a favor.. (*winks*) Yummy…right gee?

Spoiler: Dubai Mall’s so called opening date tomorrow got screwed up and decided to open on 4th of November. How cool is that? FOr me it was a pathetic decision. I wasted my time preparing all my shops to open…and they blew it off. Grrrr….forget it…it is a waste of time explaining. What do you expect? Emaar Properties and its “efficient” team. Please hit the right marks next time.

Spoiler: Emilia “NINI” Jacinto has again made a remark with her fake accent saying…”Im nahhh deh”. Go figure what language was that. As far as I know it was supposed to be in ”English” and she meant “I’m Not there”. As expected…that scene was like a ginger to Gee’s ears..Spicy and irritating

Spoiler: Oliver of Kurt Geiger is HOT. Period. I don’t want Sabrina to think that I am a flirt. (the truth still remains a secret)

Spoiler: Faaazzzlia got exposed to too much of sunlight as he roam around with me in Dubai Mall this afternoon. Fortunately, nothing much changed. (*winks*)..So I am a what? A Racist? But is that supposed to be for people who criticises Racers? Corny!!! Muahhh!

Ey guys, have you started applying for your national ID? I started mine the other day. Better start yours as well…I heard there are penalties for those who can’t apply before the year ends. I hope your company PRO’s is not as irresponsible as ours.

**************BITCH TALKS*************

So….Bitch talk guys….I have a lot of things to tell.

I am getting thousands of death threats for the last 2 days concerning my blog about defining humor. Wait…..did I just dropped mine? I’ll just pick it up and position it back. Give me two seconds.

Ok it’s there now. Let me have a deep sigh…Do I owe somebody an apology? If I do…I am sorry. It was just a blazing opinion that originated from pure thoughts. Let us just face the fact, I was right about it….and that’s where the commotion is coming from.

Reality bites.

Again, my apologies to those who felt that it was too harsh and unjust. Endpoint: He still remains humorless.

Regarding the poll. My last check was at a count of 1-101…It was a “dalmatian” figure. Whoever voted for “yes” was indeed a best friend. I’ll vow down for you. Please SMS me when do you want it .(*winks*). Let’s do it the Moroccan way.

All of you…please pray Hard, life is short.

I forgot to tell you guys that whoever votes for a “yes” gets to claim a prize, so please contact me for further info. My toll free number is 1-800-LOOSER. I am starting to accept calls 24/7.

——– >>> Question: Why do birds suddenly appear, every time you are near?

Let us go to the brighter side of the page. My hits are just becoming more and more and I would like to thank you guys for that. Now aiming for a TIME Magazine column is not quite far from reality. More hits to come…more freaky stuffs to tell. More revelations to crack and I’ll make it juicier than ever. Always remember that you can hide from everyone…anyone…someone…but you can’t hide from my 4 -meter sting..But once you are “in”…..you are “it”…….awyt?

———>>> closing remarks

I am just dying to tell something…But I am still composing words to explain it since the subjects are essential and the topic is mild sensitive. But I will post it in due time. Soon! Check it out….again…I won’t name names…but I’ll try to be as obvious as possible.

Elle and Effie….we miss you guys. Please come back soon before my buff day.. I just realized that the world without Elle is so boring…..I mean it…

eY elle…I changed my mind. I told you to bring me a kangaroo…please add 2 ostriches please coz’ I think that they can be a good playmates for Valerie.

So guys….go get a sleep and I will do the same. I have to feed my bitch…Bitchy Valerie. She is starting to scratch my legs again…I’ll catch you guys again soon.

Buh bye.

Love me more than ever.

Lot’s of love here…



Cory Aquino dies at 76

May She rest in Peace

May She rest in Peace

MANILA, Philippines – Former President Corazon Aquino, who swept away a dictator with a “people power” revolt and then sustained democracy by fighting off seven coup attempts in six years, died on Saturday, her son said. She was 76. The uprising she led in 1986 ended the repressive 20-year regime of Ferdinand Marcos and inspired nonviolent protests across the globe, including those that ended Communist rule in eastern Europe. But she struggled in office to meet high public expectations. Her land redistribution program fell short of ending economic domination by the landed elite, including her own family. Her leadership, especially in social and economic reform, was often indecisive, leaving many of her closest allies disillusioned by the end of her term. Still, the bespectacled, smiling woman in her trademark yellow dress remained beloved in the Philippines, where she was affectionately referred to as “Tita (Auntie) Cory.” “She was headstrong and single-minded in one goal, and that was to remove all vestiges of an entrenched dictatorship,” Raul C. Pangalangan, former dean of the Law School at the University of the Philippines, said earlier this month. “We all owe her in a big way.” Her son, Sen. Benigno “Noynoy” Aquino III, said his mother died at 3:18 a.m. Saturday (1918 GMT Friday). Aquino was diagnosed with advanced colon cancer last year and confined to a Manila hospital for more than a month. Her son said the cancer had spread to other organs and she was too weak to continue her chemotherapy. Supporters have been holding daily prayers for Aquino in churches in Manila and throughout the country for a month. Masses were scheduled for later Saturday, and yellow ribbons were tied on trees around her neighborhood in Quezon city.

President Gloria Macapagal Arroyo, who is on an official visit to the United States, said in a statement that “the entire nation is mourning” Aquino’s demise. Arroyo declared a period of national mourning and announced a state funeral would be held for the late president. TV stations on Saturday were running footage of Aquino’s years together with prayers while her former aides and supporters offered condolences. “Today our country has lost a mother,” said former President Joseph Estrada, calling Aquino “a woman of both strength and graciousness.” Even the exiled Communist Party founder Jose Maria Sison, whom Aquino freed from jail in 1986, paid tribute from the Netherlands. Aquino’s unlikely rise began in 1983 when her husband, opposition leader Benigno “Ninoy” Aquino Jr., was assassinated on the tarmac of Manila’s international airport as he returned from exile in the United States to challenge Marcos, his longtime adversary.

The killing enraged many Filipinos and unleashed a broad-based opposition movement that thrust Aquino into the role of national leader. “I don’t know anything about the presidency,” she declared in 1985, a year before she agreed to run against Marcos, uniting the fractious opposition, the business community, and later the armed forces to drive the dictator out. Maria Corazon Cojuangco was born on Jan. 25, 1933, into a wealthy, politically powerful family in Paniqui, about 75 miles (120 kilometers) north of Manila. She attended private school in Manila and earned a degree in French from the College of Mount St. Vincent in New York. In 1954 she married Ninoy Aquino, the fiercely ambitious scion of another political family. He rose from provincial governor to senator and finally opposition leader. Marcos, elected president in 1965, declared martial law in 1972 to avoid term limits. He abolished the Congress and jailed Aquino’s husband and thousands of opponents, journalists and activists without charges. Aquino became her husband’s political stand-in, confidant, message carrier and spokeswoman. A military tribunal sentenced her husband to death for alleged links to communist rebels but, under pressure from U.S. President Jimmy Carter, Marcos allowed him to leave in May 1980 for heart surgery in the U.S. It was the start of a three-year exile. With her husband at Harvard University holding court with fellow exiles, academics, journalists and visitors from Manila, Aquino was the quiet homemaker, raising their five children and serving tea. Away from the hurly-burly of Philippine politics, she described the period as the best of their marriage.

The halcyon days ended when her husband decided to return to regroup the opposition. While she and the children remained in Boston, he flew to Manila, where he was shot as he descended the stairs from the plane. The government blamed a suspected communist rebel, but subsequent investigations pointed to a soldier who was escorting him from the plane on Aug. 21, 1983. Aquino heard of the assassination in a phone call from a Japanese journalist. She recalled gathering the children and, as a deeply religious woman, praying for strength. “During Ninoy’s incarceration and before my presidency, I used to ask why it had always to be us to make the sacrifice,” she said in a 2007 interview with The Philippine Star newspaper. “And then, when Ninoy died, I would say, ‘Why does it have to be me now?’ It seemed like we were always the sacrificial lamb.” She returned to the Philippines three days later. One week after that, she led the largest funeral procession Manila had seen. Crowd estimates ranged as high as 2 million. With public opposition mounting against Marcos, he stunned the nation in November 1985 by calling a snap election in a bid to shore up his mandate. The opposition, including then Manila Archbishop Cardinal Jaime L. Sin, urged Aquino to run.

After a fierce campaign, the vote was held on Feb. 7, 1986. The National Assembly declared Marcos the winner, but journalists, foreign observers and church leaders alleged massive fraud. With the result in dispute, a group of military officers mutinied against Marcos on Feb. 22 and holed up with a small force in a military camp in Manila.

Over the following three days, hundreds of thousands of Filipinos responded to a call by the Roman Catholic Church to jam the broad highway in front of the camp to prevent an attack by Marcos forces. On the third day, against the advice of her security detail, Aquino appeared at the rally alongside the mutineers, led by Defense Minister Juan Ponce Enrile and Lt. Gen. Fidel Ramos, the military vice chief of staff and Marcos’ cousin. From a makeshift platform, she declared: “For the first time in the history of the world, a civilian population has been called to defend the military.” The military chiefs pledged their loyalty to Aquino and charged that Marcos had won the election by fraud. U.S. President Ronald Reagan, a longtime supporter of Marcos, called on him to resign. “Attempts to prolong the life of the present regime by violence are futile,” the White House said. American officials offered to fly Marcos out of the Philippines. On Feb. 25, Marcos and his family went to the U.S.-run Clark Air Base outside Manila and flew to Hawaii, where he died three years later. The same day, Aquino was sworn in as the Philippines’ first female leader. Over time, the euphoria fizzled as the public became impatient and Aquino more defensive as she struggled to navigate treacherous political waters and build alliances to push her agenda. “People used to compare me to the ideal president, but he doesn’t exist and never existed. He has never lived,” she said in the 2007 Philippine Star interview. The right attacked her for making overtures to communist rebels and the left, for protecting the interests of wealthy landowners. Aquino signed an agrarian reform bill that virtually exempted large plantations like her family’s sugar plantation from being distributed to landless farmers. When farmers protested outside the Malacanang Presidential Palace on Jan. 22, 1987, troops opened fire, killing 13 and wounding 100.

The bloodshed scuttled talks with communist rebels, who had galvanized opposition to Marcos but weren’t satisfied with Aquino either. As recently as 2004, at least seven workers were killed in clashes with police and soldiers at the family’s plantation, Hacienda Luisita, over its refusal to distribute its land. Aquino also attempted to negotiate with Muslim separatists in the southern Philippines, but made little progress. Behind the public image of the frail, vulnerable widow, Aquino was an iron-willed woman who dismissed criticism as the carping of jealous rivals. She knew she had to act tough to earn respect in the Philippines’ macho culture. “When I am just with a few close friends, I tell them, ‘OK, you don’t like me? Look at the alternatives,’ and that shuts them up,” she told America’s NBC television in a 1987 interview. Her term was punctuated by repeated coup attempts — most staged by the same clique of officers who had risen up against Marcos and felt they had been denied their fair share of power.

The most serious attempt came in December 1989 when only a flyover by U.S. jets prevented mutinous troops from toppling her. Leery of damaging relations with the United States, Aquino tried in vain to block a historic Senate vote to force the U.S. out of its two major bases in the Philippines. In the end, the U.S. Air Force pulled out of Clark Air Base in 1991 after the eruption of Mount Pinatubo forced its evacuation and left it heavily damaged.

The last American vessel left Subic Bay Naval Base in November 1992. After stepping down in 1992, Aquino remained active in social and political causes. Until diagnosed with colon cancer in March 2008, she joined rallies calling for the resignation of President Arroyo over allegations of vote-rigging and corruption. She kept her distance from another famous widow, flamboyant former first lady Imelda Marcos, who was allowed to return to the Philippines in 1991. Marcos has called Aquino a usurper and dictator, though she later led prayers for Aquino in July 2009 when the latter was hospitalized. The two never made peace.

-----credits courtesy of Associated Press by By HRVOJE HRANJSKI

Outraging yesterday

Yesterday’s scene was terrible…

My entire Ecco shop in Bawadi Mall ceiling collapsed. How cool is that?

Damn….the place was a total wreck. It looked like a strong tornado hit the shop. Totally in a very bad shape.

Awful that I have to drive to Al-Ain to see it and make a report.

Back to zero.

But the flavor there is…what’s going on between me and my alleged suitor…You will find out more details soon as I believe I will be re-assigned in Al Ain again. 😉 Yipeeey!

I remember, I was just chatting with Gee and Mean Mina a couple of weeks back when they asked me….what if Al Ain Project is over…what will you do? You can’t be there anymore. I told them….I will destroy Ecco and redo it.

Coincidence? De-javu De-javu De-javu

It’s the battle of the right feet again tonight for So You Think You Can Dance performance night.

Go Janette and Karla.

I can’t waiiiiiiiiiit.

So long folks.







World’s ugliest Dog crowned!!!!!!!

World's Ugliest Dog

World's Ugliest Dog

Miss Ellie celebrates her win in the World’s Ugliest Dog Contest’s pedigree class at the Sonoma-Marin Fair on Friday, June 26, 2009, in Petaluma, Calif. She is a blind 15-year-old Chinese Crested Hairless.

Seeing this, made me love Valerie much more…. 😉

It’s been a while!

Good evening B-dazzlerzz…Good day to everyone around the world. My friends back home. My college, high school mates in the different parts of the world. To all my avid readers who finally reached a count 0f 6.

Thanks for the continuous patronage. I really appreciate it (with a teary eye). ;- )

Hugs and kisses from me and my cute daughter Valerie, who remains to be the most adorable bitch of Jumeirah. Just like no other. Like me, she wants to extend her big welcome to everyone out there who continues to be B-DAZZLED.

Keep Shinin’.

What a beautiful day.

Though it is really a wonderful day, yesterday was really sad. You certainly know what I mean. As everybody talks about how they were inspired by the late Michael Jackson, I started recalling how MJ has inspired me too. I remember when I was still in High School, I have a complete collection of his hits. Way too many to mention. All I know is that, why I got inspired to dance was certainly because of Jacko.

What an Icon? Seriously, I really didn’t see it coming. It was actually the last thing on my mind as I wait for his most awaited come back concert. I was talking to Faisal yesterday and he was telling me that he and his friends were planning to see his UK concert but was hesitant because rumors are spreading that he might ditch all of the scheduled performances.

How ironic could that be?

Life is indeed full of surprises, here is one.

You all live your life to its fullest coz we really never know what lies behind the next slide of those curtains.

May you rest in peace Michael. We all love you and your legacy will remain forever.

Enough of the sad moments. At the end of the day, we all have to live our lives and continue to see how beautiful the road will be. It might be MJ’s end, but we just have to continue and live our lives for him. I am sure that’s what he wants.




I got addicted watching So You Think You Can Dance last week. Just imagine, I was able to finish the entire Season 4 in 4 straight days. No wonder, if you’ll see me, eye bags is all over my eyes. That’s horribly grooooowss! I was a bit disappointed that Joshua emerged as the eventual winner. I was rooting for Katee Shean. Too bad America went for the second best. And twitch became the runner up??? Seriously?? Sorry Sabby! I know, for you, Twitch was a “Buck”. We all have different opinions. For me, he was not good enough to even become part of the Top 4. And Will——out of it. Phullleeaasse!

There were a handful of higlights during the season and I really can’t name all of them. All I know is that I loved every single minute of it. And Mia Michael’s contemporary routines? The Contempo dance that Chelsea and Marc did…..I was talking about the wedding thingy….Fabulous as ever. I just felt odd when she had a nasty comment when the time Brandon hit the stage that even Mary Murphy can’t seem to stand. It sounded so………envious.

I thought that was it. I am currently following So You Think You Can Dance on its 5th Season wherein Janette, Brandon, Jonathan and our very own Karla are my strong bets. Jonathan got booted off last Thursday. Now, the show lost a very cute face which makes the show a little bit boring having such commoner faces brought by the remaining guys.


MY CHOSEN 4 (from the left Janette, Brandon, Jonathan and Karla)

Janette Manrara is a great move to beat. She doesn’t cease to amaze me. Having partnered with Brandon was a sure spot in the Final Four. I just love the team up. The couple is definitely a hard one to beat. Watch out for these two bitches and hores. If she wins? I won’t be surprised at all.

Tyce Diorio——–He is now part of my fantasies. I never fell in love with a gay man….not until I saw him. Sizzling hot.

Seeing all of them makes me miss dancing so much. So badly that I wanted to go back and do it once again. The moves…the grooves. Lovely. I miss my days. It’s not too late I guess. Dancing is my passion. I can’t wait to find my track back.


Our Darling Sari finally took off for her new life in Michigan. She’ll be studying Urban Design. I admire her for that. With such a strong willed woman like her, no doubt she’ll ace it.

 Jokes apart, I am starting to miss her already. We all do. The fun that she brought to that small cabin where we all just laugh our heart out.

Michigan…Oh Michigan. Bring home a white boy for me sassy.

Make sure that you will give us a buzz once you land back to Dubai. Keep in touch bitch……I am sure you will. Stay connected thru FB and my Blog…


The awkward dream. 3 days back when I was driving my way to the office, I suddenly remembered that I had a weird dream that morning. I was trying to remember it. When I did, I was laughing my head out.

I just had sex with somebody in my dreams. This time, it was a clear love lust making.

That was lustful. Really full of it. Of all the people that I can think of, why him?

I tried to recall every part of it and it started to become wild—–eeeer.

Oooolalalla… I was surprised to know that I had a little bit of excitement over there.


it was a dream....i just thought so


Charged to experience.

Wanna know who is the mystery guy????? I can’t……Definitely not from the Masseurs when I had a Moroccan bath last week.

Did I hear an echo?????

NO spilling for those who knew! It will never be good for the health.


It’s just sad. I have been informed that somebody is leaving us after Sari. It is sad because we are not talking about just 1 but 2. I have to zip my mouth until it is confirmed. But I am just sad to know that recession is finally hitting us. I wish my turn won’t be anytime soon.

I will keep you posted.

But for sure…that is going to be sad.

…….and Bill? It was really sad loosing such close friend. How can I explain what I just really felt. I was really saddened about it. How sudden?

It made me cry.


Gee- moving in with Sabby was fun. I am proud to say that I took part of this. She seemed to be very happy with her new nest. I just never thought that seeing all of her things piled up were as massive as China’s population. I finished my Thursday night with a big smile on mah face knowing that she is finally is good hands. lol 😉

Of course, prior to that, we had dinner at IBN Batutta Mall. I forgot the name of the resto. Gee, please remind me what was that.  It’s been a while since the last time we had this gathering. Not to mention, the gathering of bitch thoughts. Mean Mina and cuty allen joined us of course. It wasn’t part of the plan. But as always, things that aren’t planned occurred to be the best.


I almost lost B-DAZZLED. How atrocious is that?

A couple of days back, I was frightened, exhausted, devastated….all of it just ends with -ed.

I almost lost my wordpress account password. I thought I tried everything. I just totally forgot what my password was. All I remember that it was my ex-boyfriend’s surname. One fine day and voilaaaaaaaa….it was not accepting my password input. I thought that was the end of my B-DAZZLED genre….

What saved my day was when I finally remembered the e-mail address that I have used to create this account. I have asked them to resend it to my email with a new one. I got chills. Then I got a new one and logged in. Crossed my fingers and……EUREKA. I got it back.

Oh boy! That was really close. Now I really have to start copying some of my write ups. They are valuable to me now.  I mean they have always been valuable to me. Specially after that close encounter. Thinking about it just really made me sad.

Thank God it’s all cool now.


Twitter and its influence. It’s been a while since the last time that I have had my thoughts published. I wish I can do it everyday. I wish I can blog everyday. I wish I can share with all of you what is running behind my head everyday. I wish I could. I would be very thrilled to do so. I just wish I could. There are tons of crap that is running my mind in the past few days. Twitter does make it easy for me.

Every time I drive…..

before I sleep.

The moment I wake up.

I just thank God I am still alive. I just thank God that I am surrounded by such wonderful family and friends. Truly exceptional. I really couldn’t ask for more.

I told myself that at the age of 30, I will be a millionaire. I am turning 27 this November. That remains to be my humble plan. You bet I will still be.


A Sad Sunset once again. I always feel sad every time Saturday ends. It feels like I am melting…..thinking that tomorrow is a Sunday. Work and slog my butt out once again. Feeling lazy day by day. I wish I could crack a break soon. That would be awesome.

I love my work. I really do. I just felt something is missing.

What do you think it is?

A boyfriend? Nahhhhhh…..Passed that…

I say “Pass” once again.


I happen to hold one of the most valuable item on earth that even the most expensive auction houses doesn’t have. Behold….the renowned “love can”.

I have it safe

I have it safe



I love you all. I will always do.

Keep readin’


Goodbye Michael


LOS ANGELESMichael Jackson, the “King of Pop” who reigned over the music world like no other, died Thursday as he prepared for a comeback bid to vanquish nightmare years of sexual scandal and financial calamity. He was 50.

Jackson died at UCLA Medical Center after being stricken at his rented home in Holmby Hills. Paramedics tried to resuscitate him at his home for nearly three-quarters of an hour, then rushed him to the hospital, where doctors continued to work on him.

“It is believed he suffered cardiac arrest in his home. However, the cause of his death is unknown until results of the autopsy are known,” his brother Jermaine said. Police said they were investigating, standard procedure in high-profile cases.

Jackson’s death brought a tragic end to a long, bizarre, sometimes farcical decline from his peak in the 1980s, when he was popular music’s premier all-around performer, a uniter of black and white music who shattered the race barrier on MTV, dominated the charts and dazzled even more on stage.

His 1982 album “Thriller” — which included the blockbuster hits “Beat It,” “Billie Jean” and “Thriller” — is the best-selling album of all time, with an estimated 50 million copies sold worldwide.

At the time of his death, Jackson was rehearsing hard for what was to be his greatest comeback: He was scheduled for an unprecedented 50 shows at a London arena, with the first set for July 13.

As word of his death spread, MTV switched its programming to play videos from Jackson’s heyday. Radio stations began playing marathons of his hits. Hundreds of people gathered outside the hospital. In New York’s Times Square, a low groan went up in the crowd when a screen flashed that Jackson had died, and people began relaying the news to friends by cell phone.

“No joke. King of Pop is no more. Wow,” Michael Harris, 36, of New York City, read from a text message a friend had sent him. “It’s like when Kennedy was assassinated. I will always remember being in Times Square when Michael Jackson died.”

The public first knew him as a boy in the late 1960s, when he was the precocious, spinning lead singer of the Jackson 5, the singing group he formed with his four older brothers out of Gary, Ind. Among their No. 1 hits were “I Want You Back,” “ABC” and “I’ll Be There.”

He was perhaps the most exciting performer of his generation, known for his backward-gliding moonwalk, his feverish, crotch-grabbing dance moves and his high-pitched singing, punctuated with squeals and titters. His single sequined glove, tight, military-style jacket and aviator sunglasses were trademarks, as was his ever-changing, surgically altered appearance.

“For Michael to be taken away from us so suddenly at such a young age, I just don’t have the words,” said Quincy Jones, who produced “Thriller.” “He was the consummate entertainer and his contributions and legacy will be felt upon the world forever. I’ve lost my little brother today, and part of my soul has gone with him.”

Jackson ranked alongside Elvis Presley and the Beatles as the biggest pop sensations of all time. He united two of music’s biggest names when he was briefly married to Presley’s daughter, Lisa Marie, and Jackson’s death immediately evoked comparisons to that of Presley himself, who died at age 42 in 1977.

As years went by, Jackson became an increasingly freakish figure — a middle-aged man-child weirdly out of touch with grown-up life. His skin became lighter, his nose narrower, and he spoke in a breathy, girlish voice. He often wore a germ mask while traveling, kept a pet chimpanzee named Bubbles as one of his closest companions, and surrounded himself with children at his Neverland ranch, a storybook playland filled with toys, rides and animals. The tabloids dubbed him “Wacko Jacko.”

“It seemed to me that his internal essence was at war with the norms of the world. It’s as if he was trying to defy gravity,” said Michael Levine, a Hollywood publicist who represented Jackson in the early 1990s. He called Jackson a “disciple of P.T. Barnum” and said the star appeared fragile at the time but was “much more cunning and shrewd about the industry than anyone knew.”

Jackson caused a furor in 2002 when he playfully dangled his infant son, Prince Michael II, over a hotel balcony in Berlin while a throng of fans watched from below.

In 2005, he was cleared of charges he molested a 13-year-old cancer survivor at Neverland in 2003. He had been accused of plying the boy with alcohol and groping him, and of engaging in strange and inappropriate behavior with other children.

The case followed years of rumors about Jackson and young boys. In a TV documentary, he acknowledged sharing his bed with children, a practice he described as sweet and not at all sexual.

Despite the acquittal, the lurid allegations that came out in court took a fearsome toll on his career and image, and he fell into serious financial trouble.

Michael Joseph Jackson was born Aug. 29, 1958, in Gary. He was 4 years old when he began singing with his brothers — Marlon, Jermaine, Jackie and Tito — in the Jackson 5. After his early success with bubblegum soul, he struck out on his own, generating innovative, explosive, unstoppable music.

The album “Thriller” alone mixed the dark, serpentine bass and drums and synthesizer approach of “Billie Jean,” the grinding Eddie Van Halen solo on “Beat It,” and the hiccups and falsettos on “Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin‘.”

The peak may have come in 1983, when Motown celebrated its 25th anniversary with an all-star televised concert and Jackson moonwalked off with the show, joining his brothers for a medley of old hits and then leaving them behind with a pointing, crouching, high-kicking, splay-footed, crotch-grabbing run through “Billie Jean.”

The audience stood and roared. Jackson raised his fist.

By then he had cemented his place in pop culture. He got the plum Scarecrow role in the 1978 movie musical “The Wiz,” a pop-R&B version of “The Wizard of Oz,” that starred Diana Ross as Dorothy.

During production of a 1984 Pepsi commercial, Jackson’s scalp sustains burns when an explosion sets his hair on fire.

He had strong follow-up albums with 1987’s “Bad” and 1991’s “Dangerous,” but his career began to collapse in 1993 after he was accused of molesting a boy who often stayed at his home. The singer denied any wrongdoing, reached a settlement with the boy’s family, reported to be $20 million, and criminal charges were never filed.

Jackson’s expressed anger over the allegations on the 1995 album “HIStory,” which sold more than 2.4 million copies, but by then, the popularity of Jackson’s music was clearly waning, even as public fascination with his increasingly erratic behavior was growing.

Cardiac arrest is an abnormal heart rhythm that stops the heart from pumping blood to the body. It can occur after a heart attack or be caused by other heart problems.

Billboard magazine editorial director Bill Werde said Jackson’s star power was unmatched. “The world just lost the biggest pop star in history, no matter how you cut it,” Werde said. “He’s literally the king of pop.”

Jackson’s 13 No. 1 one hits on the Billboard charts put him behind only Presley, the Beatles and Mariah Carey, Werde said.

“He was on the eve of potentially redeeming his career a little bit,” he said. “People might have started to think of him again in a different light.”


Associated Press Writers Derrik J. Lang, Solvej Schou and Thomas Watkins in Los Angeles and Virginia Byrne, Hillel Italie, Nekesa Mumbi Moody and Jocelyn Noveck in New York contributed to this report.

Dianne strikes again

Fresh from the Pattaya. Dianne strikes again.

Who says our government can’t spare us money for Cosmetology?

I say they can…..She did!  😉

I will always love the transformation Di……..goodness gracious, you look hot now.

Big Bang

I’m just thankful that I am safe.

Yesterday was terrifying. I was driving back home from work. Like the usual, traffic is jammed on the way out. Long queue was really irritating. Finally it was my turn as I was supposed to  move out from the junction. Suddenly…..BANGGGGGG! A big commuter bus hit me from the back. (I meant, my car)

You know the weird thing about it, I knew that the bus will hit me. I even wonder what would Del and Ces feel when it finally happens. It was really weird. In just a matter of seconds, I was just waiting when will the bus finally kick off. The impact was difficult to endure. It was severe. All my things inside dropped off from its place. I got a major dent down my compartment door.

Finally I got the green form which means that I am the Good Guy. I even got confused the first time, I thought I was supposed to get the pink one. Now, I have to trouble myself in undergoing the entire insurance thingy. Whoooooooooaaaa….just thinking about it annoys me. Fortunately, I took a full insurance package for my car.

2 years ago, I had the same incident, same spot, same situation. I was not a first timer in short.

Once again, I’m just thankful that I am safe.


Celeste is eating my brain

God please help!

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