alexanders, the great

Alexander Wang

or, Alexander Wang

The Musician or the Designer? For those who know me, I'll definitely go for the former, more commonly known as Leehom. He's multi-talented, what with being a producer, singer song-writer, directs his own music videos and able to play the violin (he learnt since he was 5), piano, guitar, drums, erhu etc, and does them all in a humble manner. Yes, yes, I'm a fan. Ok, that's an understatement, I'm a HUGE fan. There, that does justice.

I know it's completely unfair to compare the two coming from totally different leagues but it tickles me to think about these famous artistes sharing the same surnames and christian names. It'll probably make more sense to compare A.W. (the latter) with Alexander McQueen. I must admit that I haven't browsed much on A.W. until today, but I constantly see his name popping up in various fashion blogs to a point that I must really take a look at his collections. I must say his ready-to-wear staples are not my cup of tea, hues too neutral in my view, but I do like some of his shoes and bags. What can I say? I'm a shoes and bags freak, I love almost anything that has to do with these. I'll have to go with Alexander McQueen for the quirkiness and interesting details in his designs.

I'm all into quirks.

king of pop, always

I've viewed, as have millions around the world on 7 July 2009, the Michael Jackson Memorial Service.

Brooke Shields recollected the memorable events in their friendship and Paris Jackson gave a tearful description of her doting late father. Then there was Blanket's innocent question about the whereabouts of daddy. I started believing strongly that MJ wasn't the wacko that the malicious tabloids made him out to be.

Browsing through the online news, I read of MJ's former personal chef, Kai Chase's enjoyable working experiences with her late employer.

Coupled with speeches given by the many people who attended the memorial service and once played a part in MJ's life, it prompted me to voice my views on the late King of Pop since his death on 25 June 2009.

He was:

A friend one finds comfort in,
A loving and responsible father,
A sweet and thoughtful employer,
And still is, the King of Pop, with a heart that only those close to him could feel.

Watch these videos, read the articles. Enough is said of MJ's true character.

Video of Shields speaking at the memorial:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vXRIpUnH0d8

Video of Paris speaking at the memorial:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G2c8gyF1Zmk

Article on Blanket:
http://uk.news.yahoo.com/35/20090721/ten-michael-jackson-s-confused-son-764dee7.html

Article on Chase:
http://sg.news.yahoo.com/ap/20090730/ten-us-michael-jackson-chef-5e343d7.html

it's all in the lyrics

Since I've discovered that I've missed Brian McKnight's performance when he was in town last week, I've been listening to his songs these past few days to compensate for what I've missed.

Probably not all, but some of his best known hits like Back at One, 6, 8, 12 and Whenever You Call with Mariah Carey. I love One Last Cry too, and Still. (From his self-titled debut album - 1992 and Superhero - 2001)

I'm itching to buy his old albums now. I love his vocals, kind of hoarse but sexy, and when he sings, I can feel a chill running down my spine.

I absolutely love the lyrics to Back at One and 6, 8, 12.

Back at One

One... you're like a dream come true
Two... just wanna be with you
Three... girl it's plain to see
That you're the only one for me
And four... repeat steps one through three
Five... make you fall in love with me
If ever I believe my work is done
Then I start back at one

It's so sweet, the cycle just goes on and it doesn't stop. Just keeps going back to one.

6, 8, 12

Do you ever think about me
Do you ever cry yourself to sleep
In the middle of the night when you awake
Are you calling out for me
Do you ever reminisce
I can't believe I'm acting like this
I know it's crazy
How I still can feel your kiss

It's been six months, eight days, twelve hours since you went away
I miss you so much
And I don't know what to say
I should be over you I should know better
But it's just not the case
It's been six months, eight days, twelve hours since you went away
Do you ever ask about me
Do your friends still tell you what to do
Everytime the phone rings
Do you wish it was me callin' you
Do you still feel the same
Or has time put out the flame
I miss you
Is everything ok

It's hard enough just passing the time
When I can't seem to get you off my mind
And where is the good in goodbye
Tell me why, tell me why