When there is something I want to know, I always turn to Wikipedia to find out, at least, the general idea about it. Therefore, I first checked the definition of Villain Hitting on Wikipedia and then went to the websites listed in the external links. I found the website of Chinese Civilisation Centre, hosted by  City University of Hong Kong, was the most useful one. The students' project report on the website covers many aspects of Villain Hitting.

I also searched " 打小人", which literally means hitting the villain, on Google and plenty of  weblogs came out. Eastcoastlife is a very useful weblog in terms of its pictures. Through Uwants.com, a Hong Kong BBS, I found a video clip of better quality, compared with those I found on Youtube. ( >> go to see the video)

Unlike historical buildings, Villain Hitting is the "soft" and alive culture heritage lasting in Hong Kong for years without government's support. According to the online information and my own experience, it has become a method for people in the modern society to release their anger or diacontentment in a peaceful way.

When searching Villain Hitting on Google, I also came accorse some online Villain Hitting game. You just need to type in the name or upload the picture of the person you want to hit and then you can hit his/her face online, without carrying the responsbility if you do it in the real life.

A lot has been said about old MJ over the last 20 years. 

All rumor and innuendo aside, he strikes me as a kind of tragic figure in the music world.  Here was a guy who hit it big as a child star in The Jackson 5, then went out and became an international superstar almost over night.  He literally ruled the pop world, putting out two consecutive classic albums, and one "sort of alright" album before the musical downhill slide really began.

Now living as a pariah somewhere (Dubai?) I look back and think "It's too bad he surrounded himself with the wrong people."

Too many "Yes Men" seems to be the root of the problem, at least to me.  Michael strikes me as someone who didn't have anyone telling him "no" very often...or didn't keep them around if they did.  So, instead they all just nodded at everything he said, and kept telling him he was brilliant.

There was no one to tell him that hanging around young boys all the time might not be a good idea, and could be viewed as "creepy."  No one got through to him and said "Mikey, you might want to invest some of this money you have lying around instead of buying a zoo."  No one suggested he just "own" his skin condition and stop walking around wearing masks, or perhaps not dressing like some sort of glittery circus ringmaster.

Or maybe people tried, but no one was successful.

But most of all, MJ was not made to understand that if he just stopped whining about conspiracies or being misunderstood, and just go back to making awesome, no nonsense R&B again...he might still have a career.

Seriously.

For years I kept asking myself, why doesn't he get The Neptunes to produce his next album?  Why isn't he working with Timberlake?  Why is he still trying to relive the 80's?

For the love of God, this is the kid who made "Off The Wall" when he was twenty-one years old!!! And then , for an encore...he made "Thriller!"

The year was 1982, and still reeling from his fathers recently admitted affair, Jackson teamed up with his "Off The Wall' producer Quincy Jones to begin his second album in April of that year.   Michael had one vision for the record, summed up with his question of  "Why can't you make an album where every song is a hit?"  Unlike his previous albm, "Thriller" took on a much darker tone from the beginning, as Michael dealt with issues in his life and clashed with Jones in the studio. 

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Out of the nine songs on the album, Jackson wrote four:  'The Girl is Mine'(with Paul McCartney), 'Wanna Be Startin Somethin,' 'Beat It,' and the seminal dance floor destroyer 'Billie Jean.'  Better yet, he never wrote them down on paper, but instead dictated them into a recorder, then sang them later from memory.

I think its important to note that not all of Jackson's arguments with Jones were misguided, as was the case with 'Billie Jean.'  Jones wanted to leave the song off the album, as he felt it wasn't strong enough.  When Jackson insisted on keeping it, Jones wanted him to cut down the intro instead...but Michael held firm saying it "made him want to dance."  We came that close to being denied one of the greatest dance songs of all time.

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Wanting more of a rock song feel to 'Beat It' that would appeal to all tastes, they spent weeks looking for an appropriate guitar player to accompany Michael on drums.  The kid they settled on was Eddie Van Halen.  The title song, 'Thriller' was written by by songwriter Rod Temperton, who had collaborated with Michael on his previous album with 'Rock with You' and 'Off The Wall.'  (Unfortunately for the rest of us, he also penned the Michael McDonald hit 'Yah Mo B There.')

When all was said and done though, "Thriller" had become the best selling album of all time with seven of it's nine songs becoming hit singles.  That and it was one of the first albums to use the new music video genre to it's full marketing potential...especially with the John Landis directed 14 minute mini movie that was 'Thriller.' 

Shit, I remember staying up late to see that one premier on MTV!

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So, in closing, I'd like to pretend that the Michael of today just doesn't exist...because with the brilliant promise of the album at the time, it might have been better if he retired to producing afterwards.  Nuff said.

Pentru a incerca reglarea acestor probleme, art III din OUG 75/2008 a prevazut necesitatea semnarii unui ordin comun al ministrului justitiei, ministrului economiei si finantelor, presedintelui Consiliului Superior al Magistraturii, presedintelui Inaltei Curti de Casatie si Justitie si al procurorului general al Parchetului de pe langa Inalta Curte de Casatie si Justitie. Acest ordin tocmai a aparut.

Acum, eu ca si creditor al unor sume de bani pe care trebuie sa le incasez de la debitor, mai citesc si Codul Muncii, unde vad ca la art. 277 se spune `Neexecutarea unei hotărâri judecătoreşti definitive privind plata salariilor în termen de 15 zile de la data cererii de executare adresate angajatorului de către partea interesată constituie infracţiune`. E adevarat insa ca OUG 75/2008, data de Guvern, organism care nu a fost parte in aceste litigii, prevede o esalonare.

Stiti ce e dragut in toata treba asta (era sa spun `afacere` - dar de ce nu?!)? Independenta justitiei presupune ca un corolar acceptarea autoritatii organelor judiciare (adica respectul fata de lucratorii din justitie) si a hotararilor judecatoresti (adica executarea a ceea ce constituie `produsul final` al intregului mecanism numit `justitie`).

Principiul disponibilitatii aplicabil in procesul civil priveste si faza de executare silita, creditorul avand dreptul sa decida daca si cand sa inceapa executarea, ce bunuri ale debitorului sa fie urmarite, sau partile pot tranzactiona.

Or, in situatia de fata, magistratii asista neputinciosi si chiar banuitor de tacuti la un act incheiat nu intre cei care au fost in litigiu, ci intre autoritati ale statului care sunt debitoare la randul lor: MJ pentru judecatori si personalul auxiliar din instante si din interiorul MJ, CSM pentru propriul sau personal, PICCJ pentru procurori si personalul auxiliar din parchete, iar MEF ca si chemat in garantie in toate procesele.

Asa ca intreb si eu ca nevrednicul magistrat care are curajul sa vorbeasca cand gandeste si sa nu fie dependent tot timpul de deciziile mai-marilor justitiei: `Eu, ala de am o hotarare in favoare si ma numesc creditor, eu ce fac`?! Si imi raspund tot eu: `Nimic. Caci se gandesc ei, debitorii, la toate!`.

Si nu e vorba de dificultatea de a plati acesti bani, toti intelegem asta: nimeni nu pretinde ca acele sume de bani sa fie platite toate odata. E vorba de o chestiune de doua chestiuni de principiu:

1. poate Guvernul sa prevada alta date de executare a unor hotarari definitive decat spune legea? Asadar, poate puterea executiva sa incalce imperativul dat de puterea legislativa si de cea judecatoreasca

2. pot fi reprezentanti creditorii la o tranzactie privind executarea civila de catre autoritati profesionale care nu sunt sindicate si care prin lege nu sunt imputernicite sa reprezinte acei creditori in chestiuni personale?

Anyway, have a look

>> http://www.hkstories.net/mj2008_fall29/dreamweaver/index.htm

First of all, I had a migraine.

When I got out of the shower, I noticed that the joints in the toes of my right foot hurt whenever I walked. By the time I had walked back to my room, I had dismissed it as growing pains.

After getting dressed for the day, I went downstairs and began to whine to Mom to make me somthing for breakfast. I looked at the newspaper, and noticed a rainbow artifact in my vision. Perhaps I'd looked at something bright, I thought.

Still whining, I sat down on the couch, and looked at Mom. The artifact was still in my vision, and this time, it was more pronounced. I noticed that the artifact wasn't dark, like your retina's memory of something bright, which indicated to me that I was going to have a migraine. I told Mom, and she gave me two pills of Tylenol.

I went upstairs, and started watching the episode of The Office called "Money". I decided that I wanted a grilled cheese sandwich and a glass of milk for breakfast, so Mom made it for me. And it was pretty damn good, too.

Exactly eight minutes into the episode, I turned off my computer monitor, shut my bedroom door, and threw myself onto my bed. I shoved my head under my pillows, and prepared for the worst.

It was terrible. The same verses of the same songs played over and over again in my head. Particularly, this verse from Michael Jackson's song "Heaven Can Wait", from his album Invincible:

Unthinkable,
Me sitting up in the clouds and you are all alone,
The time might come around,
when you’d be moving on,
I’d turn it all around and try to get,
back down to my baby girl,
Can’t stand to see nobody kissing, touching her,
Couldn’t take nobody loving you the way we were,
What good would Heaven be,
If the angels come for me I’d tell them no,

The entire time, I felt like I was going to vomit. The muscles in my right eyebrow hurt like hell, too. It was as if someone was jabbing their knuckle into my eyebrow. Sometimes, I felt so sick, I actually cried out in pain. I almost dropped the F bomb a few times, too. "FUUUUUuuuuuhhhhh!"

I vomited three times.

My Mom left after the second time I vomited to get me some medicine from the pharmacy. As I was waiting for her to return, I was laying in my bed, trying to relax. I eventually realized that my mind was drifting, and that I was beginning to fall asleep. The last thing I remember was my Mom entering the room with my medicine...

I awoke at 4:05 PM, and felt all better. Well, not completely, I could still feel some remnants of the headache, but they were extremely insignificant. So basically, I lost a day of my life to a migraine.

And to top it all of, it was Michael Jackson's birthday! I was going to celebrate! (Not really, but I was going to watch for him on TV, in a celebrative sort of manner...)

Michael said that he has "...no plans on retiring any time soon." Hooray! I can't wait until his next album, I'm sure it'll be awesome.

Anyway, that was my August 29th.

Oh yeah, the funny thing is, I got so much extra sleep from the migraine, that I literally could not fall asleep that night. I was up 'till 5:30 AM, and even then I was only in a light nap.

Whatever. Migraines suck.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-1050082/As-turns-50-Michael-Jackson-really-look-like.html

I think if he hadn't been surrounded by all the " Yes Men" for all these years, he might have turned out half-way normal and we would still have his fantastic talent to enjoy rather than the circus it has become.

thank you and blessings and love.

You struggle, survive, share, stay alive.

Valiant. Brave.

...

Lucky world.

...

Consider the magnificence

masquerading among us.

Like you.

...

Lucky us.

...

Eagerly, I await the next encounter.

...

Lucky me.

...

Luck.

Funny thing, that.

Really? FALL OUT BOY remaking Micheal Jackson's Beat it? I began to listen more than 9 seconds in and was furious. A classic song totally..well...BEAT down. So with this terrible cover an Idea began. We have Rick Rolling, why not something a little new. Like....B-Rolling? Every time you click it would lead to this god awful cover, and you would have you ears raped too. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!

I do think she's experiencing some jealousy about Xel, though she hasn't said anything overt about it yet.  She gets a very solemn look on her face when he calls.  She definitely missed me while I was gone and as always was especially adorable and sweet right after I came back.  Prior to the sex/crying on Wednesday, she'd been especially affectionate and a little clingy for quite a while actually.  In a good way. 

Thursday we talked about buying a house.  MJ wants to get one together.  The idea makes me really nervous.  It's a huge huge step in a relationship, even more than marriage in my opinion.  If things don't work out in a property-less marriage, you separate and get divorced.  If things don't work out when you own a house together..  it would be incredibly complicated.  Someone would have to buy out the other partner, or the house would have to be sold.  Who would stay in the house, who would leave?  What an awful mess of paperwork and crap to go through, when you're going through the unpleasantness of the breakup simultaneously.

But I don't think the relationship implications are even my biggest fear.  It's buying a house in general.  What a huge fucking responsibility, and the idea of being so tied down is just terrifying to me.  What if I want to up and go somewhere, quit my job and go where the road may take me?  If I'm paying the mortgage on a house, I'll never be able to just up and go to Key West and sell paintings on the beach, or whatever.  I'll never be able to take a year off of work and travel the globe.  I'll never be able to pack my car and drive across the country on a whim.  I won't be able to make any plans to go anywhere, that don't involve a huge crapload of financial detail.  I won't be free.

Not to mention the debt.  Right now I have a $15,000 car loan and $4000 in credit card debt, and I can feel the weight of it on me every hour of every day.  The idea of $300,000 on my shoulders seems like more than I could bear without going a little insane.

But it does seem like rent is wasted money, when it could be going toward an investment.  *sigh* I don't know.  I can't even cut and run now if I wanted, that car loan and the credit card is, in a way, just as much of a ball and chain as a house might be.  I can't wait til 2011.  Heh.  Freedom is elusive, in our consumerist culture of debt.

Ah fuck, I'm totally digressing.  This post was supposed to be about MJ.  Basically I wanted to say that we've been getting along really well, and never tire of each other's company.  It's so comfortable and easy to be with her, we're so familiar to each other.  I truly don't like the idea of living without her.  Sometimes she gets worried and asks me to reassure her that I'm not going to leave her.  And I think of the future, how empty the house would be without her, how much I'd miss waking up with her in my arms.  I think of her alone and afraid at the hospital, with no one to take care of her after her surgery.  I think of our silly private jokes, and the way she does things just to make me laugh.  I think of sweet pickles and hot dogs and idiosyncrasies, and endless discussions about superheros.  The way she fits so perfectly in my arms.  The six years since we met, the ways we've both grown, the changes I've seen in her, and even guided her through.  How she seems to need me in a way that no one ever has, the ways we fit together and the knowledge that what exists between us is completely unique and unlike anything that we could have with anyone else in the world.

So even when dissatisfaction looms and a desire to escape my life and start fresh elsewhere whispers through my spirit, I tell her... she's mine, and I'm not leaving her.

My lack of interest has been getting more and more awkwardly obvious, as she's been very frisky lately. 

It used to break my heart that she hardly ever wanted to have sex with me.  I don't know how many times I cried about it, frustrated and angry and hurt. 

I cried Wednesday night.  We were kissing in bed, and she was wearing the decadent satin nightgown I bought her.  She wanted to have sex, and was being very adorable and sexy, kissing me lusciously and thumbing my nipples to turn me on. 

But it just left me cold.  I'm still trying to figure out exactly why.  Am I just not letting myself get turned on with her because of all the disappointments in the past, all the times I wanted to have sex and she didn't, all the times we've had sex and I haven't come, how she hasn't ever cared about my pleasure?  LIke I have some kind of psychological defense operating, knowing that sex with MJ leads to feeling shitty.

And then there's the whole gender thing, which I really need to write about anyway.  Let me preface this by saying that I am whaty most people would think of as a female sexuality, a lot of the time.  This is all slippery thoughts and feelings, and hard to grasp in a concrete way...  but sometimes I feel like I got fitted with the wrong sexual anatomy.  The ways that I feel and the things that I want just do not match up with my physiology, sometimes.  (That's at least a part of what the shittiness on Saturday was about, but that's a blog post for another time...)  One way I've descibed it before is that I have an outwardly directed sexuality.  But obviously, inwardly directed bits. 

It's not about dominance or submission, or even femininity or masculinity, much as I'd like to take the easy way and use that terminology.  I want to be very clear about that - penetration is not inherently dominant or any of that crap.  What I'm talking about is more of a desire to thrust and penetratate and impale (guh, just the words alone give me a little thrill), to be inside my partner.  I don't know though...  if you talk about it in terms of the penetrative partner being consumed by the penetratee.. that's a bit of a different story, even though we're talking about exactly the same act..  So maybe I'm just odd and placing too much importanance on wording.  Because I don't necessarily want to be consumed (though sometimes I do), I want to be the one engulfing and devouring.  But that might just be my oral fixation and tendency to assimilate food and sex.  I don't know, it's all confusing and complicated. 

But anyway, there are many times when I feel the need to put my penis inside my partner, which is obviously a problem as I do not have one, at least not one with nerve endings.  Back to the original point, I feel this very strongly with MJ, probably largely because she has a very receptive sexuality that really brings out the complimentary feelings in me. 

This probably sounds really silly, but there have been times when I've cried because I don't have a penis and never will.  I really can't describe how achingly frustrating that is, to be in a situation when everything in me seems to be screaming for the need to be inside, to thrust and come and push into.  So MJ and I are a well-matched mismatch, I suppose. 

But I think some of that was going on Wednesday night.  Knowing I can't fuck her the way we both want, knowing I never will. 

But also, she wants me to dominate her.  She wants me to be assertive and aggressive, she's even requested that I hold her down and slap her around and be rough with her.  Which really ought to have me jumping up and down with excitement, given my usual proclivities.  But it always feels like too much effort.  Which I think comes back to the fact that I never orgasm when she and I have sex.  She doesn't care to make the effort.  Which makes me not want to make any effort for her.  Which is classically passive-aggressive, is it not?  Which is bad, and doesn't help things, but I feel like I already know exactly how the sex is going to transpire, which makes me not want to bother.  And so I have a lovely, sexy, adorable girlfriend who seemingly wants the same things I do, and.. I don't want anything to do with fucking her. 

But how do you tell that to someone you love?  Someone you used to be wildly attracted to, someone you can't stop looking at and petting because she's so lovely?  Someone looking at you with big eyes full of expectation and anticipation?  She's my girlfriend who wants to spend the rest of her life with me, and I only want to have sex with other people.

And I end up crying, mourning the dead hopes of three years and the might-have-beens and the blindnesses that are only just coming clear.  Feeling uncomfortable and awkward, like ending up back at someone's sleazy apartment after a first date, wondering what the fuck am I doing here?

01. Intro  Mi Sentimiento
02. Besame
03. He Venido
04. No Pares
05. Se Fue [Feat. Zion]
06. Si No Es Amor
07. Lento
08. Amarga Soledad
09. Dile
10. Sera [Feat. Naldo]
11. Desilucion

.::DESCARGAR::.