but let’s be honest here: we’re all thinking the same thing. she is just saying it out loud. what’s more, she’s saying it from a perspective of a mother who’s tried very hard to conceive. naturally, seeing a mother skirt her motherly duties because of drugs is going to hit a little closer to home with her. granted, now may not have been the time to be saying it. in fact, the time would have been 10 years ago…in a private conversation with whitney herself. not now. not so soon after her death.
she just got caught up in all the whitney-ness of it all. and while we all pretend to have actually had concern for whitney all these years when in fact, we all made fun of her erratic behavior, celine chose to turn something tragic into something to learn from. and if that doesn’t work, she’s french canadian. give her a break.
let me start off by saying that i’m not a fan of kanye west. i had no interest in watching runaway but i was watching jersey shore (don’t judge me) this weekend while doing homework and this suddenly came on. i was too busy with my nutritional assessment, done with the participation of singapregrrl, so i let the tv play. long story short, i ended up loving all of the lights… but the version with rihanna.
i don’t think christina aguilera can get any better than her stripped album and fighter has got to be in my top 3 favorite music videos of all time, if not my top favorite. the song itself would get a lot of playtime around me when i needed to get pumped up and to this day, i still blast the song at ear-splitting levels in my car right before an exam. loves it!
because lady gaga and beyoncé‘s second teaming came out… in the form of the video for telephone. in order to truly appreciate the video, you’d first have to sandwich it in between lady gaga’s paparazzi and queen b’s video phone featuring the lady gaga. it’s a good 25 minutes of fierceness and fabulosity.
on a whim, i began to go through some of the folders on my computer and stumbled upon one called “spiritual diary.” three years ago, i kept a diary to chronicle my road of spirituality. most of them are deeply personal but in anticipation of my fast this coming friday, i will share one of the less personal ones on here:
October 9, 2006
I’ve falsified to say that I’ve found God.
Several years ago, that’s how I used to sing that line in one of Jason Mraz’s songs.
For several months now, I’ve listened to almost nothing but Christian music and I do quite regret not being able to see Chris Tomlin last night at CityFest. However, today, as a change of pace, I listened to some of my old music. It might have been an effort in re-living some of the more familiar moments in my life. Things were not less hectic, but at least then I had gotten a grip on how to manage.
I popped in an unmarked cd on the drive home and it was a mix of Jason Mraz and Matt Wertz. Now, I like Matt Wertz but between the two, my heart will always belong to Jason Mraz. His style is much more experimental, his music much more innovative and lyrics incredibly more thought-provoking. It’s the writer in me that draws me to him. Jason Mraz is a wordsmith and a way with words is a quick way to my heart.
So often, I write about my struggles with my faith which is unfortunate because one of the functions of this diary is to recount every step in my journey—the hardships as well as the times of clarities. To depict only one side would be unfair and unbalanced, which certainly will not do. After all, I’m a Libra. I want to read this years from now and have a complete picture of my experiences.
“On Love, In Sadness” speaks to me in so many ways, especially with what I’ve learned these past few months and what I’m trying to learn now. The measure of love isn’t loss, love will never be lost on me.
Anyway, that is not how the song goes, y’know.
It’s not falsified to say that I’ve found God.