The Sisterhood of My Blogs

This is the sister blogs of boogerlicious:

LorshiePatty (http://lorshiepatty.tumblr.com/)

 ShamoneWOW! (http://shamonewow.tumblr.com/)

and ThePurpleTomato (http://thepurpletomato.tumblr.com)

Whenever there's a need of a blog makeover, only the background gets changes. It's just like me, I change stuff every now and then.
But I still make time here on Boogerlicious, because this blog is a blog.

Shane Filan of Westlife on his biggest inspiration

 Westlife is an Irish pop group that started in 1997 and became famous in 1999. Well, there's the guys (by order of the pic above): Mark Feehily, Kian Egan, Nicky Byrne, Shane Filan and Brian McFadden (he left the group in 2004). Their main influences in pop music are Madonna, Phil Collins, George Michael, Boyzone, Backstreet Boys and Take That.

Shane Filan (the guy on the right) is one of the most recognized faces from the group, aside the fact that he is heard in 95% of Westlife's music. He is one of the three founding members (along with Kian and Mark) and one of the main forces in the group's career. 
I admit that I have been a fan of their music for 11 years already, no joke. In fact, I also had the opportunity some months ago to have an official autobiography of them, entitled "Westlife: In Our Own Words" (which I bought in a book bargain - nice!).
There in that book, I got to know more about them, their reasons why they love music and their career. 


OK. Going back to Mr. Filan, he got his love of singing from his dad. That's just the singing part. But when he was 8 years, this man (pic below) inspired this young man to do theater acting and eventually inspired him to become a performer.
The man right down there...yup. It's Michael Jackson.

Here is Shane's word on Michael: "It's my life - singing - it's the best thing I could do. But it was Michael Jackson who encouraged me to go on stage; I got a lot of inspiration from him."

 

How's about that for "Behind every great man is another great man"? AAOW!

An Excerpt from "My Family" by Katherine Jackson

Katherine Jackson on the day Michael was born:

My experience with Marlon and Brandon didn’t dissuade me from getting pregnant again. The following year August 29, I gave birth to another son.

I remember that day well because my water broke while my neighbor Mildred White and I were driving over to see the new grammar school under construction, Garnett Elementary.

“Oh, my God, Mildred, I can’t sit in your car like this!” I exclaimed.

“Girl, don’t worry about it,” Mildred said, turning the car around.

At my request Mildred drove me home. I called my mother and she and my stepfather drove me to Mercy Hospital.

Shortly after I got there, I began having contractions. Later that night, my son was born.

“I want to name him,” my mother said. I hated her first suggestion: Ronald.

“How about Roy, then?”

“Oh, my gosh, Mama, no.”

She thought for a little while. “I’ve got it—MICHAEL.”

“That’s it,” I said.

By then I was used to seeing my babies born with funny looking heads, so I wasn’t alarmed by Michael’s. The two other things I remember about him as I held him for the first time were his big brown eyes and his long hands, which reminded me of my father-in-law’s.

“I bet I was an accident!” Michael has teased. 

He wasn't. 

Michael: Who He Is

June 26, 2009. Friday.

I was in school at that time in Speech class, which was the only subject I take every Friday. On that day, our professor asked the class to say something about living life and how to live life. A classmate of mine who was Filipino-American, gave his own piece that made me browse in the college's Internet lab. He mentioned something about this 50-year-old superstar guy who died earlier in California from cardiac arrest, and it was June 25 over there in America. This superstar was supposed to have his last world tour beginning in London and it was still the rehearsal phase. That concert was going to be his last before he gets to retire from performing. And that superstar was Michael Jackson.

Michael Jackson is dead? The news sounded so incredible to my ears as soon as I read it the Net. No way. All for the love of God, the King of Pop is gone. Then I checked out my Tweeter account, and there I read Mariah Carey's updates, one of them was like this, "No one can ever take his place, his star will shine forever". It was devastating. Around the world, newspapers, radio stations and television networks carried one and the same headline: Michael Jackson, 1958-2009.

The day the music died, June 25, 2009. It seems as if the whole world stopped spinning. At once, news of his sudden demise spread like wildfire. And while the world was mourning for him, I began to look back in my own perspective as a music lover. Who was Michael Jackson to me then?

I'm not a big fan, but I know him as the King of Pop, period. That was the only moniker I call him. He was a phenomenal singer, dancer and entertainer. The first time I saw him on the television, he was like a superhuman being, ready to bring the stage down with his dance moves and all. "Black Or White", "Billie Jean", "Thriller", and "Will You Be There"(At last I got the title of this song after years of trying to know what's the title.) were the first MJ songs I heard. I'm a big music enthusiast since when I was little, and I enjoy different sorts of music, except for heavy-metal; you can't hear the melody. But with rock, classical and pop, there's the rhythm and the beats. My parents didn't tell much about Michael, and I suppose they just don't care about the crap that was going on about him. And so was I, for I was mostly preoccupied with school, homework, Sailormoon and music.

Tabloid terms like "Jacko" put me off. It meant that he was weird;strange;eccentric. I myself had been treated like a weirdo when I was in high school, especially when I was in my senior year. The teachers were okay, but my classmates were kind of cold. That "J" word is an insult, in my opinion, and they should have termed him like "MJ" or "KoP", meaning King of Pop. And I don't like it when some people do nasty jokes on him. I just felt bad when I read negative stuff about him and they too piss me off. So what about it if you're different from anyone else? I have my own dislikes and likes, and you have to deal with it.

Okay, he's a black American, but why do many people still say he did some skin-bleaching? Because they think he had the money to do so. Yeah right. but he didn't and never thought of it. He said it in the 1993 Oprah interview - that he has a skin condition that destroys the skin color. The medical term is vitiligo or purlac. It is quite a rare condition that the only remedy for it at present is make-up. And I say it again: he is a black guy. Get that into your pre-mature/adult brains. Then we have the nose topic. He just had a nose lift, and it's still the real nose. He may seem to be an emaciated bag of bones to many, but the female fans will tell you how slender he was and try to watch the video "Dirty Diana". How I wish I had his figure- long legs, thin waist, aargh! The only fake part he had was the cleft on his chin. So there you have it.

If I were to ask any pop singer or band, it is sure that they will list Michael Jackson as one of the biggest musical influences. Ask Justin Timberlake or Lady GaGa or Mariah Carey who are their influences in music, Michael's on their list too. Ask Westlife, the Kings of Pop, who are the artists who influenced them to become famous and they'll give you Madonna, George Michael, Boyzone, Take That, Backstreet Boys, and Michael Jackson.


To me, he is a performer who can't be easily imitated. He is just unique as I am. He was a singer who had that talent since he was a child. Music wasn't his job. It was his companion. I still remember when I was in Kindergarten and it was a few days before the school's Christmas party, and I had to sing a Christmas song. We owned a cassette tape of the Jackson 5's "Christmas Album", and I was practicing "Santa Claus Is Coming To Town" and "Give Love On Christmas Day", which until now are my holiday favorites. Music was always there when I need it most, and it grew up with me.

Sometime ago, when I was surfing on YouTube, I was watching this old video of Michael back in the 1980s. Then I read on some of the comments, here was this one that seemed to me as poetic and somewhat the writer's metaphorical description of Michael:

He was quite an extraordinary and distinctive genius! Ethereal rays seem to emanate from his tall and slender frame as he innovated pop music with the complexity of his art and the simplicity of his mind. His music and philosophy is beautiful because it comes from the soul.

So Michael's music is borne out of his emotions, feelings and thoughts.  Not only that, he was an innovator in modern music, a creative genius, an inspiration to many.  Now all of you better give this man some respect.
Last 2009, Madonna said in the MTV Video Music Awards, "He was so unique, so rare, so original; there will never be another like him again". While there are the impersonators like Navi and E. Casanova, they're just here as, you know, physical renditions of Michael. But the two guys I mentioned, they're like Michael's shadow.I know it, but what the Queen of Pop said was obviously true. Was there any bloke who sings(and says stuff like "SHAMONE!" and "HEE HEE!" and "AAOW!"), dances, moonwalks, makes music and still finds time to help kids in need? Yes. And that was, and is, Michael Jackson.


I'm pretty sure that as long as people remember him, history will not, cannot and will never forget Michael Jackson, the King of Pop.

Ako Ikaw Tayo/I You We

(ISINALIN MULA SA SANAYSAY NI MICHAEL JACKSON)

Ang sabi ko, gagawin mo. Ang sinabi mo, ayaw mong gawin. Pinag-usapan natin iyon, at pinagpasyahan natin na siguro ay makakatulong ako. Ang sabi ko ay nagkakamali ka. Iginigiit mo naman na ikaw ay tama. Hinawakan ang kamay ng isa’t-isa, at ang tama’t mali ay naglaho.

Napaiyak ako. Ikaw man ay napaiyak din. Tayo’y nagyakapan, at sa pagitan natin ay may sumibol na kapayapaan.

Lubos na ikinatutuwa ko ang hiwaga na Tayo! Saan ba ito nagmumula, sa ihip ba ng hangin? Ako’y nag-isip tungkol sa misteryong ito, at may napagtanto ako: siguradong Tayo ay ang pinakamamahal na anak ng Pag-ibig, dahil hanggang ako’y lumapit sa iyo, Tayo man ay hindi nariyan. Dumarating ito sa mga pakpak ng kabutihan; ito ay nagsasalita sa pagitan ng ating tahimik na pagkakaintindihan. Kung pinagtatawanan ko ang aking sarili, ito’y ngumingiti. Kung ipinagpapatawad kita, ito’y sumasayaw sa galak.

Kaya Tayo ay hindi na isang bagay na pinagpipilian, kundi man ikaw at ako ay nais umusbong sa isa’t isa. Tayo ang nagpapaisa sa atin, nagpapalakas sa atin; ito’y pumapasan sa aking at iyong paghihirap nang ito’y malapit na nating bitiwan. 

Ang katotohanan ay ako at ikaw ay maaaring sumuko, ngunit Tayo ay hindi magpapayag. Sadya itong napakamarunong. “Sumulyap sa inyong mga puso”, wika nito. “Ano ang inyong nakikita? Hindi lang ikaw at ako, kundi Tayo".

(ORIGINAL TEXT)

I said you had to do it. You said you didn’t want to. We talked about it, and we agreed that maybe I could help.

I said you were wrong. You insisted you were right. We held each other’s hand, and right and wrong disappeared.

I began crying. You began crying, too. We embraced, and between us grew a flower of peace.

How I love this mystery called We! Where does it come from, out of thin air? I thought about this mystery, and I realized something: We must be love’s favorite child, because until I reach out for you, We is not even there. It arrives on the wings of tenderness: it speaks through our silent understanding. When I laugh at myself, it smiles. When I forgive you, it dances in jubilation.

So We is not a choice anymore, not if you and I want to grow with one another. We unites us, increases our strength; it picks up our burden when you and I are ready to let it fall.

The truth is that you and I would have given up long ago, but We won’t let us. It is too wise. “Look into your hearts,” it says. “What do you see? Not you and I, but only We”.

Thesis Writing - A No Joke Set of Guidelines

Since I'm on my way to my third year in college, I have been anxious on thinking up on a good thesis topic. I have been very thankful to those who have just graduated recently as AB Mass Communication degree holders. Some of them had passed great thesis topics like the popularity of the Harry Potter saga in both film and books, an idea on reviving the Theater Arts department of the college, and so on.

So as not to ask classmates and annoy them, I have to put in here some helpful tips from a Mass Comm graduate on how to start writing a thesis paper (I am very thankful for him on these tips).

First:

You have to come up with a list of topics for research and determine the type of approach you'll be using. It can be qualitative, quantitative, or a combination of the two.

Select topics which you are interested in. The research process is going to be difficult, so don't make it even more difficult by forcing yourself to work on something you're really not interested in.

Then eventually, once your final topic has been approved, you'll begin writing chapters.

If your draft is completely acceptable, you can have it on a ring-binder or any kind of paper bounding type you prefer.

Second:

You'll be defending the first four chapters of your study. It's really nerve-wracking especially if you're working alone, which is why you need companions. All of you should work as a group and each has to contribute.

On Professor's Comments: The professor's comments/suggestions are not to be worried about. They are to be looked upon as concepts for a better idea on the thesis. There's no such thing as a "flawless thesis". But still, it brings out your perfectionist tendencies.

Once the proposal defense is finished, you'll be working on the last three chapters of your study: Results / Findings; Summary and Conclusions; Implications and Recommendations.

Third:

The hard parts of the job (but you'll get the hang of it eventually): part by part submissions, revise, revise, more revisions (you have to be a near-perfectionist) and until you get to the point of saying, "I think it's fine now".

Fourth:

Once you're done with all the important revisions, you will be asked to submit a hardbound copy of your paper. Also, you have to put intense scrutiny on the papers if they are in the correct formats needed and to include the other important pages, such as the title pages and acknowledgements page. You need that acknowledgements page because if it wasn't to those folks who helped you, you haven't done that paper.

Lastly, according to the graduate: "And once you've handed over the final copy, you'll feel that every effort you exerted was well worth it".

I hope his guidelines will help.

I can only imagine how those grads felt after they have passed their final papers.

If you could ask God one question what would it be?

Why is that people like me are always misunderstood?

Ask me anything

Notes from Lorayne Part Two [TsukinoBlog]

This is Part Two, where she posted this lovely speech that she had done as a homework. The subject is concerned about the role of the Filipino youth on the upcoming elections come May 10.

Some Speech for the Fellow Youth Concerning the 2010 Elections

[To the Dean of the College of Arts and Sciences, to the Chair of the Liberal Arts Department, to my adviser Ms. Suarez, and to my classmates, good day.]

It is pretty obvious that it's two months away from what would be (and always be) the country's most crucial and critical moment: the national elections. It is in here where the citizens of this democratic nation exercise the right to vote for who are rightful enough to serve them. And I mean that citizens of ages eighteen and above. But let me give a special focus on the youth, of which I am also one.
As we can see nowadays, numerous posters and other propaganda are scattered throughout nationwide. The candidates are spending their time and energy, trying their best to woo the masses with their speeches and their platforms, and with their slogans all echoing one and the same message: to end the vicious cycles of corruption and poverty. They create fan clubs on Facebook and make their own websites. They spend millions of cash in making television and radio commercials, to make sure the ads will attract the viewers. And that’s not all, for they even kill each other, only to survive in this glamour and pandemonium of campaigning. Do we know that these politicians are not putting their supposed roles as the main priority instead of banking on their popularity? The campaign becomes a competition of who among them will win the positions they're aiming for.
We may be attracted by all of their means to campaign, but we're not sure if they will take the big responsibility of serving us Filipinos. We may be young, and are newly-registered voters, but we have the responsibility to do our part. Every vote is held sacred, and therefore, we must not let our votes be bought for the sake of their victory. We should not be swayed by their promise of a reward that comes in cold cash, for the votes will be useless in the end. Lastly, we should be wise in choosing who among them will be the right ones.
All of these have been said and heard numerous of times, but do we really take these reminders seriously? They are not to be taken as some mere announcements, but as words to make us understand that our government is owned by us and for us. We have to vote in truth, peace, love and justice. We have to remember that change starts from within. We have to, in the words of Michael Jackson, make that change.

Introducing... Notes from Lorayne! Part One [TsukinoBlog]

So I was just searching around some folks at Facebook and I found this one user named Lorayne. I just loved her Notes. She shares some stuff from MJ fans, lyrics from SailorMoon, and this recent post which is a speech. Here are her notes:

Favorite Song #1: Moonlight Densetsu


ゴメンネ素直じゃなくて

夢の中なら云える

思考回路はショート寸前

今すぐ会いたいよ

泣きたくなるような moonlight

電話も出来ない midnight

だって純情どうしよう

ハートは万華鏡

月の光に導かれ

何度も巡り会う

星座の瞬き数え占う恋の行方

同じ地球(くに)に生まれたの ミラクル・ロマンス

もう一度ふたりで weekend

神様かなえて happy-end

現在・過去・未来も

あなたに首ったけ

出会った時の懐かしい

めなざし忘れない

幾千万の星からあなたを見つけられる

偶然もチャンスに換える行き方が好きよ

不思議な奇跡クロスして

何度も巡り会う

星座の瞬き数え占う恋の行方

同じ地球(くに)に生まれたの

ミラクル・ロマンス

信じているのミラクル・ロマンス

Translation:

Gomen ne sunao ja nakute
Yume no naka nara ieru
Shikou kairo wa short sunzen
Ima sugu aitai yo

Nakitaku naru you-na moonlight
Denwa mo dekinai midnight
Datte junjou dou shiyou
Hatto wa mangekyou

Tsuki no hikari ni michibikare
Nandomo meguri-au
Seiza no matataki kazoe
uranau koi no yukue
Onaji kuni ni umareta no miracle romance

Mo ichido futari de weekend
Kami-sama kanaete happy end
Genzai kako mirai mo
Anata ni kubittake

Deatta toki no natsukashii
Manazashi wasurenai
Ikusenman no hoshi kara anata o mitsukerareru
Guuzen mo chance ni kaeru ikikata ga suki yo

Fushigi-na kiseki kurosu-shite
Nandomo meguri-au
Seiza no matataki kazoe uranau koi no yukue
Onaji kuni ni umareta no miracle romance
Shinjite-iru no miracle romance