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2008-04-21 19:43:57 Description: IT'S FINALLY OUT! This is the movie i kept calling A Lonely girl, but Her Lost memory is her real name. PLEASE WATCH THE VID BEFORE CONTINUEING TO READ THIS! Script: A lonely girl has a dream (More) IT'S FINALLY OUT! This is the movie i kept calling A Lonely girl, but Her Lost memory is her real name. PLEASE WATCH THE VID BEFORE CONTINUEING TO READ THIS! Script: A lonely girl has a dream one night, and vampires are in it. They tell the girl a secret in her ear, and she wakes up. Before, she was a normal girl. Now she's an alternative girl ( Emo, goth, whatever ) who never speaks. One night she gets in her car and drives to a churchyard. She mourns a grave - a grave of a vampire, and leaves. The next day everyone thinks the girl is dead, as they find her body in a lake. Next to the lake is a suicide note. It reads, 'I can not go on. It's killing me. Mum, I love you. If only I could say the same for Dad ... If only I could .. be the undead ..' Her mother is crying, and nearby the lonely girl watches from up high on a building's balcony. And she speaks .. "Oh mother .. if only you understood .. the vampires .. daddy .. Daddy is the killer. The kilelr of our memories .. he got rid of yours, and mine .. but now I finally remember .. the vampires, they told me .. told me who i was. What i was .. so i couldn't pretend to be human .. not anymore. I must be myself. So I faked my death. That 'body' is fake. I'm alive .. I'm .. a Hero." She walks inside the building, and suddenly her mother stops crying. She remembers, aswell. She knows what her daughter is, and that she is not dead. She walks away from the scene. ---------- As you can see, a bit of the script was changed in the movie as some parts i couldn't do. Getting the dead body to lay down was hard work, so i just made her watch the stars in the end xD and boolprop killed my game .. nearly. Make sure you LISTEN TO THE ENDING!! =] hehe, luv you all very much, xx luv charlotte xx (Less)
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295, 01:27, 2008-04-17 15:08:54 Description: Jim Morrison December 8, 1943 - July 3, 1971 Jim Morrison 8 December..1943 - 3 Juli..1971 "Zeg enkel ik de grenzen van werkelijkheid testte. Ik was nieuwsgierig om te zien wat zou (More) Jim Morrison December 8, 1943 - July 3, 1971 Jim Morrison 8 December..1943 - 3 Juli..1971 "Zeg enkel ik de grenzen van werkelijkheid testte. Ik was nieuwsgierig om te zien wat zou gebeuren. Dat was allen het: nieuwsgierigheid enkel." -- Jim Morrison, Los Angeles, 1969 Elf maanden na het huwelijk van Steve en Clara Morrison, was Jim geboren. Zijn vader was conservatief geen onzin Zeeambtenaar, terwijl zijn moeder meer van een vrije geest, de dochter van een non-conformistadvocaat van Wisconsin was. Jim als de meesten van die era, was het product van een geboortengolf in oorlogstijd die in de recente jaren '40 voorkwam. Na Oorlog van de Wereld II, bewoog de familie zich aan Melbourne, Florida waar Steve werd geplaatst. Jammer genoeg voor Jim en zijn moeder, werd zijn vader gedwongen weggaan, aan de Stille Oceaan teruggaan om Hellcats van een vliegdekschip te vliegen. Voor de volgende drie jaar zouden Jim en zijn moeder met de familie van haar echtgenoot in Clearway, Florida moeten leven. Als zijn vader, had Jim een zeer strikte opvoeding die door Victorian cliches wordt geregeerd. In de grootoudershuis van Jim, werd hij gezien maar werd zelden gehoord. Zijnd oudere mensen waren zij zeer impatient met de jongen. De dingen waren niet groot ook niet voor Clara. Ouders van Steve waren zeer godsdienstige mensen die niet, roken dronken noch tolereerden om het even welk outlandish gedrag. Zij was een jonge vrouw die voor de Onafhankelijkheid longed die een huis van haar kon verstrekken. Hebbend weinig vrijheid in hun huis dat zij voor de terugkeer van haar echtgenoot longed. Maar omwille van haar huwelijk en de haar zoon Jim, handhaafde zij het impassible en soms stuffy huishouden dat haar schoonouders verstrekten. In 1946, was zij verlicht om het eind van de Afdeling te zien en met haar echtgenoot weer eens worden weer verenigd. Ondanks het eind van de oorlog, zouden de militaire verplichtingen Steve vanaf zijn familie voor lange tijdspannes blijven houden. Uiteindelijk verliet de familie Florida en bewoog zich aan Albuquerque, New Mexico waar Steve een instructeur in van de de atoomwapensprogramma's van Milty werd. Zodra terwijl zeven yaer-oude Jim met zijn ouders op een weg enkel buiten Albacore reisten, zij op een weggeknipte vrachtwagen kwamen die Pueblo Indi had gedragen. Zij waren uitgeworpen van het voertuig en gelegd helemaal over de verwonde weg en stierven. Dit incident be loedde het geheugen van Jim ' s vele jaren. Vaak zou hij verwijzen naar het incident beweert, dat dat van de zielen van de Indi zijn lichaam op het tijdstip van hun dood was ingegaan. Toen Jim een tiener zijn opnieuw bewogen familie werd, dit keer aan Alameda, Californi Alameda wordt gevestigd dichtbij San Francisco en nota genomen van voor het is zeeluchtpost. De levensstijl was omhoog verschillend dan hij aan in New Mexico werd gebruikt. Jim moest de overgang van de landelijke manieren van Albacore aan de nieuwe sociale nuancen van Noordelijk Californi aken. Het was niet meer koel om een fiets aan school, zo hoofed Jim te berijden het een mijl en de helft elke dag. Schone Levis was uit, zodat moest Jim zijn moeder informeren om zijn jeans niet te wassen elke week. Aandacht van medeklasgenoten doen bereiken zou hij om het even wat enkel stom om worden opgemerkt. Voor gelegenheid, bond hij een koord rond zijn oor en zette het andere eind in zijn mond. Wanneer gevraagd wat hij die was, zijn antwoord was doet dat er een uiterst kleine emmer in zijn keel was en hij verzamelde speeksel voor medische tests. n van favoriete pastimes van Jim las. Hij hield MAD van tijdschrift, maar viel in liefde met Jack Kerouac's "op de Weg." Daar leerde hij van een nieuwe termijn die een nieuwe levensstijl zou begeleiden: Beatnik. Gelukkig voor Jim, was het hoofdkwartier voor alle Banken enkel zuivere veertig minuten weg in het Strand van het Noorden. Jim en zijn vrienden zouden vaak het Strand van het Noorden bezoeken, controlerend alle winkels en oneven boekhandels. Hij hield vooral van de boekhandels die gecensureerde boeken droegen. Daar ontmoette hij eens een lokale "beroemde" dichter bij van deze boekhandels. De bovengenoemde dichter hallo en Jim liepen. Hoewel Jim langzaam een rebel en misschien een "beatnik" werd hij bereikte altijd uitstekende rangen. Zonder veel inspanning kon hij een 88,32 gemiddelde handhaven en maakte tweemaal het eerbroodje. Zijn IQ was 149 en noteerde op GEZETEN met goed 528 in math en 630 in mondeling. Zijn eerste echte inleiding aan muziek was wanneer als tiener hij de dunne staven op Route 1, dichtbij het Geloof van het Fort, om aan zwarte blauwsingers zou bezoeken te luisteren. Zijn seconde was tijdens universiteit toen hij zijn toekomstige keyboardist, Miniseries van de Straal ontmoette. Jim werd aangetrokken naar de muziek van de Straal en had vaak zijn bandspel gehoord. Rick en Ravens, de band van de Straal, speelden soms het Gezamenlijke Westen van Turkije in Santa Monica een staaf die in de nabijgelegen strandgemeenschap wordt gevestigd. Tijdens zijn universiteitsjaren, streefde Jim ook een andere kunstvorm na: hij maakte kleine vreemde schetsen van macabre cijfers die behandelden geweld, pedofilie, seksueel enz. Al dit leidde aan een nog vreemdere filmcarri . Spoedig zou hij alles zetten wat achter hem om een band met sommige universiteitsvrienden te beginnen. Zeer "het openbaren" bekijkt in Jim Morrison de muziekzaken innocently met begonnen wanneer terwijl bij de Universiteit van de Staat van Florida samen met zijn vriend, SAM Klan, Jim voorstelde zij een band beginnen. SAM was drummer maar was niet van mening dat zijn vaardigheden genoeg goed waren een deel van een band te worden. SAM was niet zelfs dat zeker van het zingen van Jim capaciteiten, maar Morrison werd bepaald om deze onderneming van de grond te krijgen. Het was ook Jim die zonder een gehele partij van gedachte met de naam van de band op de proppen kwam: DE "DEUREN." Hij zei dat er twee entiteiten, het geweten en onbekend zijn. Allebei worden gescheiden door een deur en dat wat hij wilde zijn, de Deur. Toen Jim zijn ouders meedeelde dat hij zijn universiteitsgraad ging weg werpen om zijn dromen als singer in een rotsband na te streven, zijn weggeknipte vader! Hij herinnerde snel Jim over de verlaten pianolessen en de tijd eraan die hij heeft geweigerd om de hymnes van Kerstmis met de familie te zingen. Vader van Jim was boos omdat hij allen had betaald dat het geld voor een universiteitsonderwijs en nu Jim bereid was om het allen op een gril weg te werpen. Na alles wat, Jim nooit zijn ouders opnieuw schreven. Spoedig na graduatie van UCLA in 1965, sloot aan Jim zich bij de hippiesc in het Strand van Veneti Het was tegelijkertijd, een klein artistiek gebied dat hippies, vluchtelingen en kunstenaars aantrok. De jonge mensen brachten hun tijd aan het strand rokende pot of het dalen zuur door. Tijdens die era, was LSD nog wettelijk en kon bij de lokale "hoofdwinkel worden gekocht." Veneti as aan Los Angeles wat Ha -As aan San Francisco Jim nam woonplaats onder een promenade op waar hij zijn tijd doorbracht die drugs neemt en gedichten schrijft, tot hij vriend Ray Manzarek tegenkwam, een vroegere medeklasgenoot. Ray was een keyboardist in een kleine lokale rotsband die tegen alle andere banden in het gebied worstelde. Om het groot te maken, wenste hij speciale iets of iemand om zijn band zo speciaal te maken dat het van de rest duidelijk uit zou komen. Weinig wist hij dat dat speciale "ding" zijn vriend Jim was. n van de "gedichten" die hadden het begint op het strand was "Hello, houd ik van u," (1965) die door een jong, lang dun zwart meisje werd ge pireerd dat naar hem liep aangezien hij op een strand van Veneti at. "Sidewalk crouches bij haar voeten zoals een hond die voor zoet bedelt iets u hoopt aan eke haar, u dwaas ziet? Hoopt u om dit duistere juweel te plukken? Ray werd uiterst indruk gemaakt op na het lezen van wat van het gedicht van Jim en voorstelde dat zij een band samenbrachten. Hij overtuigde Jim dat zij muziek aan zijn po e konden zetten en dat hij zijn gedichten op stadium "kon zingen". Jim had reeds een wens gehad om een band samen te brengen maar niet de visie of de leden gehad om het samen te brengen. Zij wierven twee nieuwe leden, Robbie Kroger, gitarist en John Tonsure, drummer aan en begonnen speel de clubs op de Strook van de Zonsondergang. Spoedig werden zij de erkenning die zij en zich op de "betere" clubs hebben verdiend bewogen. Door begin 1966, had de band ongeveer vijfentwintig originele liederen in hun repertoire. n waarvan het "Eind was," een lied niet over dood zoals de meesten maar over langzaam verdwenen liefde geloven. Met tegenzin ondertekende de Kiesvoorzitter van Verslagen, Horseman van de Punt de groep aan een opnamecontract. Zij sneden hun eerste album in 1967, de "Deuren" dat werd vrijgegeven en snel universele toejuiching ontving. Het "licht Mijn Brand" werd de eerste werkelijk grote enige klap van de groep en ontwierp hen toen aan aantal op de muziekgrafieken. Samen met hun klap, ontwikkelde Jim snel een reputatie voor onregelmatig openbaar gedrag op stadium. 9 December..1967 merkte eerste van vele incidenten terwijl in overleg. Tijdens een show in Nieuw Toevluchtsoord, Connecticut werd hij gearresteerd voor het proberen om een rel op te roepen door de menigte te vertellen dat de politie hem en journalist Patricia Genially met foeliecoulisse vlak v het overleg had bespoten. Dan in 1 Maart..1969, was Jim opnieuw bij het. Tijdens een ander overleg, dit keer in conservatief Miami, Florida, werd Morrison gearresteerd voor het blootstellen van op stadium en het gebruiken van profanity. De wettelijke problemen bewogen de groep ertoe om hun het boeken voor de verscheidene maanden daarna los te maken. Thankfully hadden zij nog hun klapverslagen die toeclip de grafieken voortzetten om hen in drugs, drank en vrouwen te houden. Geschonken door iemand wie anoniem wenst te blijven. Dit is het daadwerkelijke arrestatieverslag van Jim Morrison in Miami, Florida. Morrison werd gebracht aan proef en hurkte van de lasten van lewd en lascivious gedrag. Hij was nochtans, schuldig van onfatsoenlijke blootstelling en profanity en werd veroordeeld aan acht maanden in gevangenis. Het oordeel was een beroep gedaan en Jim bleef vrij op borgtocht. Vermoeid van de gehele sc en de perspectieven op het gaan gevangen zetten, Jim en meisje, bewoog Pamela zich aan Parijs, Frankrijk. De gehele tijd dat Morrison in Parijs was, zwaar dronk hij. Hij hield van wijnbistros en de koffie. Nu had hij bovenmatig gewicht bereikt en door zijn periode "Elvis" gegaan. Voor gelegenheid, zat Jim in een koffie drinkend toen hij sommige jonge geitjes opmerkte toting guitar gevallen. Na een tijdje dat hij over aan hun lijst heeft gelopen en gevraagd hen als zij waren Amerikanen. Zij zeiden dat zij waren en toen Morrison waar hij was van vroegen, erkennend niet de GROTE rotsster. Aangezien het zij al bijgewoonde UCLA bleek. Na twintig vragen, samen brachten de jonge geitjes definitief wie Morrison was. Na zich overvloedig het verontschuldigen, behandelde Jim hen aan dranken van whisky met bierjagers. Een paar dranken die tot een onvoorbereide jamzitting worden geleid met Jim, een ervaring ben ik zeker zij nooit vergaten. Rond 1 Juli..1971, om welk reden ook Morrison in een periode van despondency was uitgegleden. Hij dronk veel slechter dan ooit, maar probeerde op te houden met. In het midden van al deze chaos probeerde hij te schrijven. Jammer genoeg werd hij geblokkeerd, zouden de woorden niet stromen. Pamela werd ongerust gemaakt voor hem en zijn geestelijke staat. Zij probeerde om hem af te leiden en hem gelukkige onder geen beding te maken. Hij werd zelfs verzocht door vrienden om zich bij hen voor diner aan te sluiten de volgende dag, maar weigerde te gaan omdat hij niet hen met zijn gedeprimeerde staat wilde zadelen. Tot slot overreedden zij hem en hij bleef stil voor de volledige maaltijd. Na diner nam hij het huis van Pamela en ging alledgedly naar movie, "Achtervolgd" starring Robert Mitchum. Er is alot van tegenspraak betreffende zijn verblijfplaats die avond. Sommigen zeggen hij naar het gedeprimeerde Circus van het Broodje van de Rots ' n ' ging, zo dat hij of andere hero en O.D'd in het clubtoilet kocht. Vermoedelijk werd hij toen uitgevoerd de achterdeur en werd gedumpt bij zijn vlakte, in de badkuip. Een ander gerucht is dat hij Pamela verliet en voor de luchthaven leidde. De getuigen hebben ge t om hem zien te hebben inschepend een vliegtuig. Beroemdst van geruchten was dat na het lopen rond de hele nacht hij naar huis terugkeerde klaagde dat hij voelde en goed geen bad nam. Tijdens zijn bad, braakte hij een kleine hoeveelheid bloed uit. Dit was gemeenschappelijk voor hem en Pam dacht niet om het even wat verkeerd was. Spoedig ging zij en verliet hem in het bad naar bed. Later zij awoke omdat hij zich niet bij haar had aangesloten, die toen zij hem vond. Zijn wapens waren gedrapeerd over de kanten van de ton en zijn hoofd leunde terug, zijn lang gematteerd en nat haar. Hij had een grijns op zijn schoon geschoren gezicht. In eerste gedachte Pam speelde hij toen op een andere van zijn zieke grappen, maar merkte hij ademde en niet de de reanimatieeenheid van de brandafdeling riep. Na hen kwamen een arts en de politie op de sc aan. Het was te laat, was het het "Eind" voor Jim. Wat er ook op die fateful Vrijdag nacht gebeurde, weten wij dat op 5 Juli, de geruchten doorgaven dat hij dood was. De Engelse kranten riepen Verslagen Elektra om te verifi n al dan niet hij dood was. Niemand kende om het even wat. Het enige ding dat kon blijken hij was een verzegelde doodskist, een een ondertekend overlijdensakte en woord van Pamela dood was. De begrafenis regelingen werden snel gemaakt en werden in het geheim bevestigd. Pamela diende de overlijdensakte met de Amerikaanse Ambassade in, identificeert hem als James Douglas Morrison. Ook zei zij er geen andere levende verwanten waren. De offici doodsoorzaak werd vermeld als hartaanval. Op 7 Juli, werd zijn doodskist verminderd in een graf ' Chaise van La een Pere. Dit was de begraafplaats dat gravehunter, Jim Morrison uren zoekend de graven van beroemd zou doorbrengen: Edith Piaf, Oscar Wilde, Balzac, Bizet en Chopin. Doodskist van Morrison moest op 6 Juli, van 2001 worden geopend en hij ging aan Californi orden opnieuw gevestigd toen zijn "huur" verliep. Beide gebeurtenissen hebben nog voor te komen. Deze foto werd gegeven aan me door sommige zeer aardige mensen die ik bij het Boek Internationale Fest van Miami ontmoette. Ik verloor het document dat zij gaven me met hun naam, adres enz. Zo als iemand de foto wil eisen door te identificeren, me met de elektronische post versturen en ik zal u krediet voor de foto geven en zal het terug naar u verzenden. Drie later jaar, stierf het meisje Pamela Courson aan een herionoverdosis in Parijs. Zij ook was zevenentwintig op het tijdstip van haar dood. L.A. Vrouw die in de hand van Jim wordt geschreven Morrison's. Onlangs zag ik speciaal op televisie over deze twee kerels, misschien broers die de werkelijk reusachtige ventilators van Jim Morrison waren. Ik geloof zij ergens in Detroit leefden, kan me ik herinneren niet en het is niet van belang. In elk geval, beslisten zij een mislukking van Jim te maken en het te trekken aan Parijs om het op zijn graf op te richten. Eigenlijk keek de mislukking werkelijk goed en zou een ontzagwekkende toevoeging aan zijn graf geweest zijn. Ik weet niet waarom zij niet de familie contacteerden en vraag toestemming. Ik ben zeker de familie o.k. voor deze inspanning zou gegeven hebben. Zo zetten deze kerels de mislukking van de het levensgrootte van Jim in hun koffer (of reus hatbox, hoe een mislukking op een vliegtuig? draagt) en van gaan zij naar Frankrijk. Dit moet pre geweest zijn - 911 omdat zij geen problemen vervoerend de mislukking ontmoetten. Kon u, een bom die in de vorm van het hoofd van Jim wordt gevormd Morrison's veronderstellen? Tot slot worden zij aan de begraafplaats equpped met machtshulpmiddelen en wachten tot de begraafplaats of of sluitend wordt gesloten en er zeer rond weinig als geen mensen waren. Zodra zij denken is de kust duidelijk, beginnen zij en hamer bij het graf van Morrison boren om de mislukking te installeren. Natuurlijk lokale begraafplaats worden cops bijeengeroepen en spoedig verschijnen zij. In plaats van werkelijk gek het zijn bij deze twee kerels werden zij genomen met de schoonheid van het standbeeld. Het is zeer Frans om kunst te waarderen zelfs als er een misdaad in uitvoering vooruitgang is. Hoewel zij dachten was het gehele ding koel, zij nog een te doen baan hadden en arresteerden twee. Drie van hen, de twee kerels en de mislukking, gebracht=werden= aan de lokale Franse gevangenis, werden gevraagd en toen werden gedeporteerd terug naar de V.S. Dat min of meer was het eind van hun opdracht. Vertel me, wat zij dacht? HET "EIND" "Let's just say I was testing the bounds of reality. I was curious to see what would happen. That's all it was: just curiosity." -- Jim Morrison, Los Angeles, 1969 Eleven months after the marriage of Steve and Clara Morrison, Jim was born. His father was a conservative no nonsense Naval officer, while his mother was more of a free spirit, the daughter of a maverick lawyer from Wisconsin. Jim like most from that era, was the product of a wartime baby boom that occurred in the late forties. After World War II, the family moved to Melbourne, Florida where Steve was stationed. Unfortunately for Jim and his mother, his father was forced to leave, in order to go back to the Pacific to fly Hellcats from an aircraft carrier. For the next three years Jim and his mother would have to live with her husband's family in Clearway, Florida. Like his father, Jim had a very strict upbringing governed by Victorian cliches. In Jim's grandparents house, he was seen but rarely heard. Being older people they were very impatient with the boy. Things were not great for Clara either. Steve's parents were very religious people who did not drink, smoke nor tolerated any outlandish behavior. She was a young woman who longed for the Independence's that a home of her own could provide. Having little freedom in their house she longed for her husband's return. But for the sake of her marriage and her son Jim, she maintained the impassible and sometimes stuffy household that her in-laws provided. In 1946, she was relieved to see the Ward's end and to be rejoined with her husband once more. Despite the end of the war, military obligations would continue to keep Steve away from his family for long periods of time. Eventually the family left Florida and moved to Albuquerque, New Mexico where Steve became an instructor in one of the Milty's atomic weapons programs. Once while the seven year old Jim was traveling with his parents on a highway just outside of Albacore, they came upon a flipped truck that had been carrying Pueblo Indians. They had been ejected from the vehicle and were laying all over the road injured and dying. This incident affected Jim 's memory for many years. Frequently he would refer to the incident, claiming that one of the Indian's souls had entered his body at the time of their death. When Jim became a teenager his family moved again, this time to Alameda, California. Alameda is located near San Francisco and noted for it's naval air station. The lifestyle was aloft different than the one he was used to in New Mexico. Jim had to make the transition from the rural ways of Albacore to the new social nuances of Northern California. It was no longer cool to ride a bike to school, so Jim hoofed it a mile and a half each day. Clean Levis were out, so Jim had to inform his mother not to wash his jeans every week. To gain attention from fellow classmates he would do anything stupid just to be noticed. On one occasion, he tied a string around his ear and put the other end in his mouth. When asked what was he doing, his reply was that there was a tiny bucket in his throat and he was collecting saliva for medical tests. One of Jim's favorite pastimes was reading. He loved MAD magazine, but fell in love with Jack Kerouac's "On the Road." There he learned of a new term that would accompany a new lifestyle: Beatnik. Fortunately for Jim, the headquarters for all Banks was just a mere forty minutes away in North Beach. Jim and his friends would frequently visit North Beach, checking out all the shops and odd bookstores. He especially loved the bookstores that carried censored books. There he once met a local "famous" poet at one of these bookstores. The poet said hi and Jim ran. Although Jim was slowly becoming a rebel and perhaps a "beatnik" he always achieved excellent grades. Without much effort he was able to maintain a 88.32 average and twice made the honor roll. His IQ was 149 and scored well on the SAT with a 528 in math and 630 in the verbal. His first real introduction to music was when as a teenager he would visit the sleazy bars on Route 1, near Fort Belief, to listen to the black blues singers. His second was during college when he met his future keyboardist, Ray's Miniseries. Jim was attracted to Ray's music and had frequently heard his band play. Rick and the Ravens, Ray's band, sometimes played the Turkey Joint West in Santa Monica a bar located in the nearby beach community. During his college years, Jim also pursued another art form: he made little strange sketches of macabre figures that dealt with violence, pedophilia, sexually, etc. All this led up to an even stranger film career. Soon he would put all that behind him to start a band with some college friends. A very "revealing" look at Jim Morrison The music business began innocently when while at Florida State University along with his friend, Sam Klan, Jim suggested they start a band. Sam was a drummer but didn't feel that his skills were good enough to become part of a band. Sam wasn't even that sure of Jim's singing abilities, but Morrison was determined to get this venture off the ground. It was also Jim that without a whole lot of thought came up with the band's name: "THE DOORS." He said that there are two entities, the known and the unknown. Both are separated by a door and that's what he wanted to be, The Door. When Jim informed his parents that he was going to throw away his college degree to pursue his dreams as a singer in a rock band, his father flipped! He quickly reminded Jim about the abandoned piano lessons and the time he refused to sing Christmas carols with the family. Jim's father was angry because he had paid all that money for a college education and now Jim was prepared to throw it all away on a whim. After all that, Jim never wrote his parents again. Soon after graduation from UCLA in 1965, Jim joined the hippie scene in Venice Beach. It was at the time, a small artistic area that attracted hippies, runaways and artists. Young people spent their time on the beach smoking pot or dropping acid. During that era, LSD was still legal and could be purchased at the local "head shop." Venice was to Los Angeles what Haiti-Ashes to San Francisco Jim took up residence under a boardwalk where he spent his time taking drugs and writing poems, until he ran into friend Ray Manzarek, a former fellow classmate. Ray was a keyboardist in a small local rock band that was struggling against all the other bands in the area. In order to make it big, he needed something or someone special to make his band so special that it would stand out from the rest. Little did he know that that special "thing" was his friend Jim. One of the "poems" that had it's beginning on the beach was "Hello, I Love You," (1965) which was inspired by a young, long thin black girl who was walking towards him as he sat on a Venice beach. "Sidewalk crouches at her feet Like a dog that begs for something sweet Do you hope to eke her see, you fool? Do you hope to pluck this dusky jewel? Ray was extremely impressed after reading some of Jim's poem and suggested that they put together a band. He convinced Jim that they could put music to his poetry and that he could "sing" his poems on stage. Jim had already had a desire to put a band together but didn't have the vision or the members to get it together. They recruited two new members, Robbie Kroger, guitarist and John Tonsure, drummer and began playing the clubs on the Sunset Strip. Soon they were getting the recognition they deserved and moved on to the "better" clubs. By early 1966, the band had about twenty-five original songs in their repertoire. One of which was "The End," a song not about death as most believe but about faded love. Reluctantly Electoral Records president, Jag Horseman signed the group to a recording contract. They cut their first album in 1967, "The Doors" which was released and quickly received universal acclaim. "Light My Fire" became the group's first really big hit single and then projected them to number one on the music charts. Along with their hit, Jim quickly developed a reputation for erratic public behavior on stage. December 9, 1967 marked the first of many incidents while in concert. During a show in New Haven, Connecticut he was arrested for attempting to incite a riot by telling the crowd that the police had sprayed him and journalist Patricia Genially with mace backstage just before the concert. Then in March 1, 1969, Jim was at it again. During another concert, this time in conservative Miami, Florida, Morrison was arrested for exposing himself on stage and using profanity. The legal troubles caused the group to loose their bookings for the next several months. Thankfully they still had their hit records that continued toeclip the charts to keep them in drugs, drink and women. Donated by someone who wishes to remain anonymous. This is the actual arrest record of Jim Morrison in Miami, Florida. Morrison was brought to trial and squatted of the charges of lewd and lascivious behavior. He was however, guilty of indecent exposure and profanity and was sentenced to eight months in prison. The verdict was appealed and Jim remained free on bail. Tired of the whole scene and the prospects of going to jail, Jim and girlfriend, Pamela moved to Paris, France. The whole time that Morrison was in Paris, he drank heavily. He loved the wine bistros and cafes. By now he had gained excessive weight and was going through his "Elvis" period. On one occasion, Jim was sitting in a cafe drinking when he noticed some kids toting guitar cases. After a while he walked over to their table and asked them if they were Americans. They said that they were and then asked Morrison where he was from, not recognizing the BIG rock star. As it turned out they all attended UCLA. After twenty questions, the kids finally put together who Morrison was. After apologizing profusely, Jim treated them to drinks of whiskey with beer chasers. A few drinks led to an impromptu jam session with Jim, an experience I'm sure they never forgot. Around July 1, 1971, for whatever reason Morrison had slipped into a period of despondency. He was drinking far worse than ever, but was trying to quit. In the middle of all this chaos he was trying to write. Unfortunately he was blocked, the words would not flow. Pamela was worried for him and his mental state. She tried to distract him and make him happy to no avail. He was even invited by friends to join them for dinner the next day, but refused to go because he didn't want to saddle them with his depressed state. Finally they persuaded him and he remained quiet for the entire meal. After dinner he took Pamela home and alledgedly went to a movie, "Pursued" starring Robert Mitchum. There are alot of contradictions concerning his whereabouts that evening. Some say he went to the Rock 'n' Roll Circus, so depressed that he bought some heroin and O.D'd in the club lavatory. Supposedly he was then carried out the back door and dumped at his flat, in the bathtub. Another rumor is that he left Pamela and headed for the airport. Witnesses have claimed to have seen him boarding a plane. The most famous of rumors were that after walking around all night he returned home complained that he wasn't feeling well and took a bath. During his bath, he regurgitated a small quantity of blood. This was common for him and Pam didn't think anything was wrong. Soon she went to bed and left him in the bath. Later she awoke because he had not joined her, that's when she found him. His arms were draped over the sides of the tub and his head was leaning back, his long hair matted and wet. He had a grin on his clean shaven face. At first Pam thought he was playing another one of his sick jokes, but then noticed he wasn't breathing and called the fire department's resuscitation unit. After them a doctor and the police arrived on the scene. It was too late, it was "The End" for Jim. Whatever happened on that fateful Friday night, we know that on July 5th, rumors circulated that he was dead. English newspapers were calling Elektra Records to verify whether or not he was dead. No one knew anything. The only thing that could prove he was dead was a sealed coffin, a signed death certificate and Pamela's word. Funeral arrangements were quickly made and secretly confirmed. Pamela filed the death certificate with the American Embassy, identifying him as James Douglas Morrison. Also she said there were no other living relatives. The official cause of death was listed as a heart attack. On July 7th, his coffin was lowered into a grave a Pere' La Chaise. This was the cemetery that gravehunter, Jim Morrison would spend hours looking for the graves of the famous: Edith Piaf, Oscar Wilde, Balzac, Bizet and Chopin. Morrison's coffin was to be opened on July 6th, of 2001 and he was going to be relocated to California when his "lease" expired. Both events have yet to occur. This photo was given to me by some very nice people whom I met at the Miami Book Fest International. I lost the paper that they gave me with their name, address etc. So if someone wants to claim the photo by identifying themselves, email me and I'll give you credit for the photo and send it back to you. Three years later, girlfriend Pamela Courson died of a herion overdose in Paris. She too was twenty-seven at the time of her death. L.A. Woman written in Jim Morrison's hand. Recently I saw a special on television about these two guys, perhaps brothers who were really huge Jim Morrison fans. I believe they lived in Detroit somewhere, I can't remember and it doesn't matter. Anyway, they decided to make a bust of Jim and lug it to Paris to erect it on his grave. Actually the bust really looked good and would have been an awesome addition to his grave. I don't know why they didn't contact the family and ask permission. I'm sure the family would have given the okay for this endeavor. So these guys put the life size bust of Jim in their suitcase (or giant hatbox, how does one carry a bust on a plane?) and off they go to France. This must have been pre- 911 because they didn't encounter any problems transporting the bust. Could you imagine, a bomb molded in the shape of Jim Morrison's head? Finally they get to the cemetery equpped with power tools and wait until the cemetery is either closed or closing and there were very little if no people around. As soon as they think the coast is clear, they commence to drill and hammer at Morrison's grave to install the bust. Of course the local cemetery cops are summoned and soon they appear. Instead of really being mad at these two guys they were taken with the beauty of the statue. It's very French to appreciate art even if there is a crime in progress. Although they thought the whole thing was cool, they still had a job to do and arrested the two. The three of them, the two guys and the bust, were brought to the local French jail, questioned and then deported back to the U.S. That more or less was the end of their mission. Tell me, what were they thinking? "THE END" (Less)
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19, 04:32, 2008-02-25 15:58:58 Description: Sing along to the song "cinderella" featuring Chris Brown!
Basically, i made an instrumental consisting of only Chris, so you're basically singing along with Chris brown! :D
(More) Sing along to the song "cinderella" featuring Chris Brown!
Basically, i made an instrumental consisting of only Chris, so you're basically singing along with Chris brown! :D
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Enjoy~
Lyrics courtesy of metrolyrics.com
Cinderella (Umbrella remix):
[jay-z]
REMIX
uhuh uhuh (Rihanna)
(chris brown)
uhuh uhuh (Good girl gone bad)
uhuh uhuh (Take three Action)
uhuh uhuh
No clouds in my storms
Let it rain, I hydroplane into fame (Eh eh)
Come'n down with the Dow Jones
When the clouds come we gone
We Rokafella (Eh eh)
We fly high to weather
And she rocks it better
You know me
An anticipation for precipitation, stack chips for the rainy day(Eh eh)
Jay, rain man is back with lil Ms. Sunshine
Rihanna where you at?
[VERSE 1]
You have my heart, and we'll never be a world apart
Maybe in magazines, but you'll still be my star
Baby cause in the Dark, You can`t see a shiny Car
And that's when you need me there
With you I'll always share
Because
[CHORUS]
When the sun shines
We'll shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
said I'll always be your friend
Took an oath Imma stick it out 'till the end
Now that it's raining more than ever
Know that we`ll still have each other
You can stand under my Umbrella
You can stand under my Umbrella
Ella ella eh eh eh
Under my umbrella
Ella ella eh eh eh
Under my umbrella
Ella ella eh eh eh
Under my umbrella
Ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh
[chris]
you become another dream to me
a fairytale fantasy
nothing can ever compare
an image to my memory
and girl im asking could you be my queen?
a vision on a magazine
thats when i'll be there
its something we both share
because
when the sun shine well shine together
you know ill be here forever
although its a not a rain outside
girl its gettin late and you can stay the night
but you can dip out anytime whenever
i can call a car i aint tryna stress ya
im looking for the one with the glass slippa'
[Cinderella (Umbrella Remix) lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]
baby girl you can be my cinderella (ella ella eh eh eh)
you can be my cinderella (ella ella eh eh eh)
you can be my cinderella (ella ella eh eh eh)
you can be my cinderella (ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)
you can run into my arms
[rihanna]
its okay dont be alarmed
[both]
come in to me
[rihanna]
there no distance in between (our love)
[chris]
so go on and say my name some more
[rihanna]
ill be all you need and more
[chris in a whisper]
(breaths deeply) you ready?
[both]
because
[rihanna]
When the sun shines
We'll shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
said I'll always be your friend
took an oath imma stick it out til the end
[chris]
but you can dip out anytime whenever
i can call a cab i aint tryna stress ya
im lookin for the one with glass slippa'
baby girl you can be my cinderella (ella ella eh eh eh)
[rhianna]
under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)
[chris]
you can be my cinderella (ella ella eh eh eh)
[rhianna]
under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)
[rhianna]
it's rainin'
[chris]
rainin'
[rhianna]
ooh baby its rainin'
[chris]
rainin'
[rhianna]
baby come in to me
[chris]
Oh!
[rhianna]
come in to me.....
[chris untill fade]
rhianna, rhianna, rhianna...... (Less)
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40, 01:29, 2008-05-03 19:25:01 Description: my mom died on april 29th 1999.....we weren't that close...but i wish we had been....my sister and i went to her gravesite over the weekend, i took some pictures, and made this video to honor her (More) my mom died on april 29th 1999.....we weren't that close...but i wish we had been....my sister and i went to her gravesite over the weekend, i took some pictures, and made this video to honor her memory....you see....my mom was an alcoholic, amung other things....my sister and i didn't get a chance to know her growing up...as an adolescent we were reintroduced into her life, but but she was so far gone by then....it broke my heart to see her in that condition....just a shell of a person, not truely living...only existing to seek out dysfuction......thriving in self destruction......
every since i was a little girl, i had this fantasy that i would go visit my mom once i got older....she would have put all those shananigans behind her, and become a harmless old lady. i would fianally get to know who she was, and hear stories about me as a baby.....
but i never got that chance becuz she decided to make some chicken soup on the stove, and then pass out....we were told it wasn't the fire that killed her, but rather smoke inhalation. she was too drunk to get herself out and everyone knows mobile homes are a death trap...
that was 9 years ago. as my own daughter grows older, i have more and more questions i wish i could ask my mom......i wonder what i share in common with her....did i inhereit my love of writing from her? did i get her sence of humor? did she bequeath me this damn double chin?!? and most of all ......i wonder if she would be proud of me. (Less)
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10, 05:52, 2007-12-09 10:23:59 Description: thank you to
Everyone who's recently added someone to the email list. There's a lot of new people receiving this today... so, welcome.
I was kinda feeling the pressure this week... (More) thank you to
Everyone who's recently added someone to the email list. There's a lot of new people receiving this today... so, welcome.
I was kinda feeling the pressure this week... Sharon Jones is a tough act to follow. I got a lot of great feedback on her - so I'm hoping I have someone this week you'll enjoy just as much.
And that's Elliott Smith.
A lot of you have probably heard his music before... although never a 'mainstream' musician, he was nominated for a Grammy for Miss Misery - which appeared in Good Will Hunting (losing to 'My Heart Will Go On,' from Titanic), and he quietly made a name for himself over the years.
His sudden death at age 34 was just terrible, and 'spooky' if you ask me. The basic story is that he was in an argument with his girlfriend... who consequently locked herself in the bathroom. She heard him scream, opened the bathroom door, and saw him standing with a steak knife in his chest. So she pulled it out and he fell to the ground and died. Smith had battled drug and alcohol abuse his whole life, although the coroner's report indicated that at the time of his death there weren't any traces of illegal substances or alcohol. Nobody really knows if it was suicide... although there was a possible suicide note on a post-it that said, 'I'm so sorry -- love, Elliott. God forgive me.'
Now, he did in fact suffer from severe depression throughout his life... which makes it no surprise that his music can sometimes 'sound' depressing (as songs are often a reflection of one's life). But I think there's a lot more to it than that if you dig a bit deeper...
His attention to detail is impeccable, his lyrics are creative, sincere and thought provoking, and above all (in my opinion), you can tell that he absolutely loved making music. So in essence I don't find his music to be that depressing... but rather, to me it sounds like an 'escape.'
I basically think his passion and enthusiasm for what he was doing shine through far more than anything else... and the end result is really good music.
But -- that's not to say you'll agree... (Less)
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10, 04:35, 2008-03-09 07:29:09 Description: READING might help
soo...heres the storyline.
Ginny and Harry were going out..and you know, they were in love. But then Bellatrix Lestrange murders Ginny, right before Harry's eyes, before (More) READING might help
soo...heres the storyline.
Ginny and Harry were going out..and you know, they were in love. But then Bellatrix Lestrange murders Ginny, right before Harry's eyes, before he's able to do anything.
So he's left with this thought of Ginny..how he misses her, and really, he feels broken. He partly blames himself for her death. But, through this pain, he begins to take notice of someone else. Hermione. She's shining through this fog thats taken over his brain, and he finds himself falling in love with her. It's hard though, with the memory of Ginny still in his head. He feels like he's betraying her.
Then, Hermione is captured by the Death Eaters. Harry is there as well, and he watches as Bellatrix Lestrange appears...and it's like deja vu all over again. And he knows he must do something. Because Bellatrix is going to kill Hermione. He breaks away from his Death Eater just as the Avada Kedavra shoots out of Bellatrix's wand...he goes in front of Hermione, and the curse hits him. Hermione...she's stricken.
But Harry isn't dead yet. He's in a little place between death and life (ehm..yeah i suppose you could compare it to *DH SPOILER!!!* King's Cross from DH. Except its Ginny talking to him, not Dumbledore. As memories of her, and Hermione, flash through his mind, Ginny tells Harry that he must move on from her. Hermione is waiting on the other side, and he has to let go. Harry is reluctant..at first. But he realizes. Ginny's giving him another chance. So he comes back. Hermione is right there. And...its a happyish ending :)
3:20-3:34 ... its not in order, which is why that segment is in black&white. its um, harry remembering when he was in that little inbetween worlds place, and he saw Ginny behind Hermione..
glowy clips: er..yeah. hermione glows like in these clips, as does ginny, h/g memories, memories in general, and the death scene. idk why. except for the death scene, its all kinda happy.
so yeah. sorry if you get confused, but i just..made this, loosely following the storyline.
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64, 05:54, 2008-01-22 10:04:16 Description: Janet Kuypers reads the original poem "A Child in the Park", which mentions water (somehow), over a boat riding in the Pacific Ocean in the end of December 2007. Actually, this video footage (More) Janet Kuypers reads the original poem "A Child in the Park", which mentions water (somehow), over a boat riding in the Pacific Ocean in the end of December 2007. Actually, this video footage was shot while traveling among the Galapagos Islands, where Kuypers thought the background was a serene setting for reaing poetry.
For more information on the writing of Janet Kuypers (or artwork, including photography form the Galapagos Islands), go to http://www.janetkuypers.com to read more of her work.
This is the original poem:
A Child in the Park
this was no ordinary park, mind you: there
were no swings or children laughing; there were
different children there. There was recreation:
tennis, the pool, and a maze of streets for bicycles
and long walks; surrounded by rows of prefabricated
homes each with one little palm tree by the driveway.
People drove golf carts around in the park, or large
tricycles, or older couples would walk together just as
it was beginning to turn to dusk and long shadows from
tree-tops cris-crossed over the streets. In the afternoons,
the women in the pool would wear hats and sunglasses,
lean against the sides, swing legs in the warm water.
I remember the summer afternoons when it rained in
Florida, and after the rain I would go out in the puddles
in my roller skates, skate through them, feet soaking wet.
There was even a street named after me in the park,
and at the end of Jan Drive there was a pond.
I spent hours there, playing imaginary games,
pretending I was grown-up, feeding the ducks,
watching the fish swim around the rocks at my
feet, looking for the turtles, listening to the wind.
Oh, I remember Mr. Whorall, how he would walk
onto his driveway every time I was playing tennis
across the street. He would watch me, tell me how
I was getting better at the game every time he saw me.
And there was also Mrs. Rogers, who lived up the
street from me. She saw me riding my bicycle by one day
just before Halloween. She invited me in to help
carve a pumpkin. Every year she bought me a Christmas
present. The sweetest woman. The most beautiful woman.
And there was Ira and Betty Wiggins, who lived on
the next street, Sand Drive, with a sign in front of
their house that said, "The Wiggins' Wigwam."
They had a hammock on their porch, and art so
beautiful, so colorful on their walls. They lived in
Panama for years, he used to be a doctor. So
many things collected from all their travel. They both
knew so much, they both loved life. Once they saw
me and asked if I wanted to catch a lion. They then
went to the side of the road, and with a spoon pulled
an ant lion from the top of a sand hill. So many secrets.
Every night Ira could be found with cue holder,
decorated with Panamanian art, at the pool table, playing
my father, or another man who died years ago. I remember
that man telling me that when I was younger he would
watch me on Easter Sunday, me in my pastel dress, by
myself, spinning, dancing in the streets. He remembered
me dancing. This is his memory, how he thought of me.
And I remember the McKinleys, Pete and Lindy, another
beautiful pair who talked of Mexico, of all the places
they'd gone, all the things they had seen. So many times I
would visit them just to hear them talk. And Pete would try
to stump me with an intellectual riddle every time I sat with
him; he would ask me about astronomy, what I had learned in my
classes since the last time I visited the park. Sometimes they
would take me to their country club, play on tennis courts made
of clay, how strange it felt on my feet through my tennis shoes.
It was like another world there. The park was
where I spent my Christmases, my Easters. I
remember swimming in the pool, a week shy of
thirteen, when my parents told me I was an aunt.
Now I talk to my sister on the phone, she asks me
if I remember so-and-so from Palos Avenue,
from Blue Skys Drive. The couple that had the ornate
rock garden in their front yard, or the snow shovel
against their light post with the words "rust in
peace" painted in white on the metal. Yes, I say, I
remember them. Well, so-and-so passed away last week,
she says. Heart attack. This is what it comes down
to, I think, all these memories are slowly disappearing.
So many memories. Where there are palm trees everywhere.
It was my other world, my other life, another
lifestyle, another everything. This was not an ordinary
park, but the children were so much smarter, and
still so full of life. So much to teach. So little time. (Less)
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63, 15:34, 2007-07-26 10:03:24 Description: Hi all just a quick update for those who have been keeping an interest in our case " Accident at Costco's" our new solicitor has asked me to make a "Statement" for the next (More) Hi all just a quick update for those who have been keeping an interest in our case " Accident at Costco's" our new solicitor has asked me to make a "Statement" for the next case management conference to be held in Central London County Court for trial instead of Edmonton County Court. I will be posting my statement below but I am sure that our solicitors won't agree to it and will make changes? Will put you all in the picture of the outcome.
Statement
I Colin Berry am making a statement on behalf of my wife Mrs. Mary Berry and my self; the reason why Mrs. Berry is unable to make her own statement is because of a head injury received at the accident.
I Colin Berry am a self employed businessman who ran an established business since 1983 named "Colin Berry BMS" it specialized in Electrical and Plumbing and also offered to carry out Building Maintenance Specialist work on commercial and domestic properties.
My wife does domestic work, 31 and a half hours a week for various individuals including 10 hours for Enfield Council, she also carried out additional work dealing with the clerical side of my business in taking calls and keeping accounts to date.
Accident at Costco
We went shopping on the 5 April 2003 at Costco Chingford around 5:00 p.m. after passing the first isle walking in between the first and second isle we heard an enormous bang that shook the whole building, preventing my wife from taking another step forward she flew out of my grasp and vanished followed by another enormous bang two washing machines lying in front of me but my wife was not to be seen, I panicked trying to find her she was thrown about 10 ft behind me in the opposite direction from where we were heading. She was unconscious with blood coming from her mouth, I laid beside her calling her name and suddenly realized that she needed an ambulance and shouted out, get an ambulance, but there was no one around it must have frightened everyone, it seemed forever but eventually someone tiptoed and poked their head around the corner I screamed at them get an ambulance please.
Finally a plea was announced across the tannoy asking for Medical Assistance, a doctor and several other people two of which were an ambulance crew; they were directed to the scene by Costco's management but the management kept well away from the seen of the accident? My wife finally stirred I asked her if she was all right but she was still dazed the ambulance crew that was shopping there came and introduce themselves to me and began to put my wife into a safe position awaiting the Air Ambulance crew to arrive.
Police
The police were called, their was around five officers at the accident they had to seal the whole area off one of the police officers who was taking photos remarked, don't worry we have taken 14 photos of the incident and have all the names of the witnesses, he pointed up to show me where the washing machines were stacked, 8 machines on the highest shelf the remaining 4 were tipping over, there was barely sufficient room to accommodate the 4 that fell at the back, the bottom 2 machines fell on the racking on our side the top 2 machines that fell and hit my wife was 30 ft. high the police officer remarked how the machines manage to pull the cling film down because of their weight resting on it due to the 20% overlapping.
Air Ambulance
The air ambulance crew had to cut my wife's clothes off to enable them to assess her injuries, she was in a lot of pain and refused to move they eventually managed to lift her on to the stretcher and went, I was told that a constable would take me to the Royal London Hospital. When I arrived at the Hospital she was in the emergency intensive care area where a lot of X-rays was taken, after a while a Doctor approached us with the X-ray and informed me that three of my wife's vertebrae's were fractured and showed me on the X-ray that there was concern for internal bleeding and wanted to take more CT scans, now it is past 10:00 p.m. I am told that it is best that I go home don't know the area and asked my son-in-law to come and pick me up.
Admitted in Hospital
My wife was in intensive care for five days and was moved to an adjoining ward after, she had to wear an extremely restrictive "neck collar MJ 200L" for over a week, she had bruises to the head and extensive bruising to the right side of her rib cage and arm, she looked a mess, she could not turn her head to the left without extensive pain, she had a body cast made and fitted, that allowed her to move more freely, 12 days later I over heard a conversation made by her Consultant Dr. Afshar on the phone debating whether or not to discharge my wife with his superiors, "there is a possibility that the bone may break away" after the phone call he approached us saying there is a shortage of beds would she be prepared to accept to be discharged. Well I gather that they were willing to take the risk on behalf of my wife, throwing the ball into our court, I guessed if there were patients that needed the bed it would be right that she accepted to be discharged and I agreed. (I am appalled to think that the NHS is under such considerable strain that they are prepared to release patients with such severe damage to their vertebras and partial movement to her neck, not to mention her head injury, which was totally discarded.)
Outpatient at Bart's
Regular X-rays was taken at Bart's Hospital and a CT Scan at the London Chest Hospital revealing, this is what the nurse had to say, "in the 15 years doing this work I have only come across one other similar fracture, there is only a wedge remaining of one vertebrae carrying a rib, how did this happen?"
I mention to the Consultant's in charge of Mary's case at Bart's that she has a memory problem and was told, I am a Consultant Neurosurgeon there is nothing I can do for Mary and finally referred Mary to a Consultant Neurologist Dr. Gawler at Bart's.
Dr. Gawler said that he couldn't locate any problems with Mary's short-term memory loss. Dr. Gawler requesting that Mary see a local psychiatrist, letter sent to Mary's GP Dr. Connaughton, letter dated 24 March 2005; he had also made an appointment with a Mr. Blunden Chartered Clinical Psychologist for the 27.6.05. At the appointment on 27 June 2005 Mr. Blunden told me that Mary's GP failed to carry out the request made by Dr. Gawler for a local Psychiatrist to see Mary. Apparently I only knew of the appointment to see Mr. Blunden he was annoyed that the request was not followed through by Mary's GP.
Eventually Mary saw a local Psychiatrist, Consultant Psychiatrist at the CMHS Edmonton N9
Dr. Balasubramaniam asked for reports from the following doctors mention. Psychologist Dr. Gillion Century was assigned to her case, further test conducted by Dr. M. K. Burke Clinical Psychologist and was referred on to Dr. Kizzy Alner Clinical Neuropsychologist at Queen's Square London, she advised me that our Solicitor should obtain private rehab for Mary "remarked Medico Legal should have been involved in the first six months," she advised in her report that Mary should obtain rehab.
Our first and second Solicitors' failed to see the need to obtain rehab for Mary or even obtaining an independent Medical Expert Report, with my constant pleading for protocol rules to be in force the both Solicitors' ignored my request, I had to report the both Solicitors' to the Law Society. They failed my wife dismally and refused to obey any of my instructions. Currently we are on our third firm of Solicitors' and my wife is still consulting a local psychiatrist and awaiting Brain Rehab assessment at Edgware Hospital.
Second Claimant Colin Berry
I am still in a dream I cannot believe what has happened, my heart torn from me and haven't had the time to recover, its as if my soul is missing and has been replaced with sheer determination.
My world fell apart and have not been given the opportunity to recover in the midst of deep sorrow and destruction lies a soul that is misplaced and required some form of normality to regain its consciousness.
Extremely hurt injured and bitter determine to get justice at no matter what cost.
Business and accounts
We was thrown into the deep end and left to die, we received no financial help or advice from the hospital or our solicitor, eight months before an interim payment of £5,000 was offered, my wife required constant care, I had to employ someone we knew and trusted and someone to help with the backlog of work already booked in my business, pledges that we could not deny, customers that had over twenty years loyalty and elderly. I had to accomplish clearing my pledges in whatever way I could and what ever help I could get, realizing that it was impossible to keep my business going due to extreme circumstances I find myself in, the reality is that people want plumbers and electricians ASAP and remain till the job is done.
After dismissing our first appointed solicitor for professional negligence he demanded £15,000 + to release the files eventually settled for £5.875.00 as an interim payment.
The second appointed solicitor took the case on a private client bases, saying that it was till they received the files from the first solicitor but decided to leave us on a private client basis till they finally came off the records that was a further £1,000 in interim payment.
We have cleared all of our savings of £15,000 and Mary's life insurance policy of a further £10,000 and loss of earnings for 4 and half years.
This accident not only destroyed us physically but also mentally and demolished all the faith we had in our society. (Less)
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22, 15:53, 2007-07-21 20:06:45 Description: Hi all just a quick update for those who have been keeping an interest in our case " Accident at Costco's" our new solicitor has asked me to make a "Statement" for the next (More) Hi all just a quick update for those who have been keeping an interest in our case " Accident at Costco's" our new solicitor has asked me to make a "Statement" for the next case management conference to be held in Central London County Court for trial instead of Edmonton County Court. I will be posting my statement below but I am sure that our solicitors won't agree to it and will make changes? Will put you all in the picture of the outcome.
Statement
I Colin Berry am making a statement on behalf of my wife Mrs. Mary Berry and my self; the reason why Mrs. Berry is unable to make her own statement is because of a head injury received at the accident.
I Colin Berry am a self employed businessman who ran an established business since 1983 named "Colin Berry BMS" it specialized in Electrical and Plumbing and also offered to carry out Building Maintenance Specialist work on commercial and domestic properties.
My wife does domestic work, 31 and a half hours a week for various individuals including 10 hours for Enfield Council, she also carried out additional work dealing with the clerical side of my business in taking calls and keeping accounts to date.
Accident at Costco
We went shopping on the 5 April 2003 at Costco Chingford around 5:00 p.m. after passing the first isle walking in between the first and second isle we heard an enormous bang that shook the whole building, preventing my wife from taking another step forward she flew out of my grasp and vanished followed by another enormous bang two washing machines lying in front of me but my wife was not to be seen, I panicked trying to find her she was thrown about 10 ft behind me in the opposite direction from where we were heading. She was unconscious with blood coming from her mouth, I laid beside her calling her name and suddenly realized that she needed an ambulance and shouted out, get an ambulance, but there was no one around it must have frightened everyone, it seemed forever but eventually someone tiptoed and poked their head around the corner I screamed at them get an ambulance please.
Finally a plea was announced across the tannoy asking for Medical Assistance, a doctor and several other people two of which were an ambulance crew; they were directed to the scene by Costco's management but the management kept well away from the seen of the accident? My wife finally stirred I asked her if she was all right but she was still dazed the ambulance crew that was shopping there came and introduce themselves to me and began to put my wife into a safe position awaiting the Air Ambulance crew to arrive.
Police
The police were called, their was around five officers at the accident they had to seal the whole area off one of the police officers who was taking photos remarked, don't worry we have taken 14 photos of the incident and have all the names of the witnesses, he pointed up to show me where the washing machines were stacked, 8 machines on the highest shelf the remaining 4 were tipping over, there was barely sufficient room to accommodate the 4 that fell at the back, the bottom 2 machines fell on the racking on our side the top 2 machines that fell and hit my wife was 30 ft. high the police officer remarked how the machines manage to pull the cling film down because of their weight resting on it due to the 20% overlapping.
Air Ambulance
The air ambulance crew had to cut my wife's clothes off to enable them to assess her injuries, she was in a lot of pain and refused to move they eventually managed to lift her on to the stretcher and went, I was told that a constable would take me to the Royal London Hospital. When I arrived at the Hospital she was in the emergency intensive care area where a lot of X-rays was taken, after a while a Doctor approached us with the X-ray and informed me that three of my wife's vertebrae's were fractured and showed me on the X-ray that there was concern for internal bleeding and wanted to take more CT scans, now it is past 10:00 p.m. I am told that it is best that I go home don't know the area and asked my son-in-law to come and pick me up.
Admitted in Hospital
My wife was in intensive care for five days and was moved to an adjoining ward after, she had to wear an extremely restrictive "neck collar MJ 200L" for over a week, she had bruises to the head and extensive bruising to the right side of her rib cage and arm, she looked a mess, she could not turn her head to the left without extensive pain, she had a body cast made and fitted, that allowed her to move more freely, 12 days later I over heard a conversation made by her Consultant Dr. Afshar on the phone debating whether or not to discharge my wife with his superiors, "there is a possibility that the bone may break away" after the phone call he approached us saying there is a shortage of beds would she be prepared to accept to be discharged. Well I gather that they were willing to take the risk on behalf of my wife, throwing the ball into our court, I guessed if there were patients that needed the bed it would be right that she accepted to be discharged and I agreed. (I am appalled to think that the NHS is under such considerable strain that they are prepared to release patients with such severe damage to their vertebras and partial movement to her neck, not to mention her head injury, which was totally discarded.)
Outpatient at Bart's
Regular X-rays was taken at Bart's Hospital and a CT Scan at the London Chest Hospital revealing, this is what the nurse had to say, "in the 15 years doing this work I have only come across one other similar fracture, there is only a wedge remaining of one vertebrae carrying a rib, how did this happen?"
I mention to the Consultant's in charge of Mary's case at Bart's that she has a memory problem and was told, I am a Consultant Neurosurgeon there is nothing I can do for Mary and finally referred Mary to a Consultant Neurologist Dr. Gawler at Bart's.
Dr. Gawler said that he couldn't locate any problems with Mary's short-term memory loss. Dr. Gawler requesting that Mary see a local psychiatrist, letter sent to Mary's GP Dr. Connaughton, letter dated 24 March 2005; he had also made an appointment with a Mr. Blunden Chartered Clinical Psychologist for the 27.6.05. At the appointment on 27 June 2005 Mr. Blunden told me that Mary's GP failed to carry out the request made by Dr. Gawler for a local Psychiatrist to see Mary. Apparently I only knew of the appointment to see Mr. Blunden he was annoyed that the request was not followed through by Mary's GP.
Eventually Mary saw a local Psychiatrist, Consultant Psychiatrist at the CMHS Edmonton N9
Dr. Balasubramaniam asked for reports from the following doctors mention. Psychologist Dr. Gillion Century was assigned to her case, further test conducted by Dr. M. K. Burke Clinical Psychologist and was referred on to Dr. Kizzy Alner Clinical Neuropsychologist at Queen's Square London, she advised me that our Solicitor should obtain private rehab for Mary "remarked Medico Legal should have been involved in the first six months," she advised in her report that Mary should obtain rehab.
Our first and second Solicitors' failed to see the need to obtain rehab for Mary or even obtaining an independent Medical Expert Report, with my constant pleading for protocol rules to be in force the both Solicitors' ignored my request, I had to report the both Solicitors' to the Law Society. They failed my wife dismally and refused to obey any of my instructions. Currently we are on our third firm of Solicitors' and my wife is still consulting a local psychiatrist and awaiting Brain Rehab assessment at Edgware Hospital.
Second Claimant Colin Berry
I am still in a dream I cannot believe what has happened, my heart torn from me and haven't had the time to recover, its as if my soul is missing and has been replaced with sheer determination.
My world fell apart and have not been given the opportunity to recover in the midst of deep sorrow and destruction lies a soul that is misplaced and required some form of normality to regain its consciousness.
Extremely hurt injured and bitter determine to get justice at no matter what cost.
Business and accounts
We was thrown into the deep end and left to die, we received no financial help or advice from the hospital or our solicitor, eight months before an interim payment of £5,000 was offered, my wife required constant care, I had to employ someone we knew and trusted and someone to help with the backlog of work already booked in my business, pledges that we could not deny, customers that had over twenty years loyalty and elderly. I had to accomplish clearing my pledges in whatever way I could and what ever help I could get, realizing that it was impossible to keep my business going due to extreme circumstances I find myself in, the reality is that people want plumbers and electricians ASAP and remain till the job is done.
After dismissing our first appointed solicitor for professional negligence he demanded £15,000 + to release the files eventually settled for £5.875.00 as an interim payment.
The second appointed solicitor took the case on a private client bases, saying that it was till they received the files from the first solicitor but decided to leave us on a private client basis till they finally came off the records that was a further £1,000 in interim payment.
We have cleared all of our savings of £15,000 and Mary's life insurance policy of a further £10,000 and loss of earnings for 4 and half years.
This accident not only destroyed us physically but also mentally and demolished all the faith we had in our society. (Less)
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28, 04:54, 2006-05-10 19:45:09 Description: FIRST MOTHER'S DAY WITHOUT MY MOM...and it sucks. My Mom passed away last year on May 21st. I can still remember last year's Mother's Day......my present to my Mom were the pics that I (More) FIRST MOTHER'S DAY WITHOUT MY MOM...and it sucks. My Mom passed away last year on May 21st. I can still remember last year's Mother's Day......my present to my Mom were the pics that I took for her 58th birthday party--pics from a year ago! That birthday was a special day. I called all my aunts, uncles, my grandma, and my brothers up and we all met at my Mom's house. My stepbrother plays the guitar so we all serenated her with Las Mananitas...a traditional, spanish birthday song. I remember her crying as we sang to her. After we got done singing, the beautiful white limo pulled up. Man, her eyes bugged out...she was so happy and surprised. I wanted my Mom, if only for one day, to feel like a million dollars....a queen.
I remember telling my stepdad that I was going to wait for a major birthday but "something" told me to just do it. So I did. We all packed in the limousine and went to downtown Detroit to her favorite Mexican Restaurant, the Mexican Village. We drank cocktails on the way to the restaurant, there, and on the way home. My Mom LOVED cake and I got her favorite cake for her. I'm glad we didn't wait till her 60th birthday because she would've never have made it. She passed in May and her 60th would have been last July. So my Mother's Day present to her were the pics from that birthday. She went through them and loved them. She wanted me to blow up several of the photos for her because they came out so nice. At my Mom's funeral, I put together the collage of her photos and blew up all of the ones she wanted blown up. So, as always, she got what she wanted.
The following week after Mother's Day, Mom went in for her triple bypass heart surgery. She went in on Wed, May 18th and after 4 long days in the hospital, on May 21st, our Dear Lord called his angel home. Many of the photos in this video are from her birthday part...and the photo of the moon was on the night she passed.
My older brother Bobby made this video so I thought I'd share it. The song, Borracho de Besos (drunk on kisses), was one of my Mom's favorites songs and I remember we used to blast the radio up and sing it. This song was also the song we played as my brothers, my stepdad, and her brothers carried her coffin out of the church. (Less)
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23, 03:48, 2008-03-22 09:19:10 Description: PLEASE READ FIRST OTHERWISE YOU WON'T UNDERSTAND!
OMG!!! This video has won 1ST Place in DanAndEmma12's contest!! Thank you so much girl!! :DD
Plot: This video is inspired from the (More) PLEASE READ FIRST OTHERWISE YOU WON'T UNDERSTAND!
OMG!!! This video has won 1ST Place in DanAndEmma12's contest!! Thank you so much girl!! :DD
Plot: This video is inspired from the song lyrics which are in Greek, so I have put a translation made by me underneath! I am in love with this song, so pls if anyone doesn't like the whole idea DON'T watch, cause not really nice comments will make me very unhappy! Thank you!
Now, for the one's that decided to keep reading and watching thank you !! It means a lot to me!
Song: Του Έρωτα Και της Φωτιάς
Of Love And Fire
Artist: Άνεμος
Anemos (which means "Wind" in Greek)
Lyrics Translated:
Of love and fire, this song is
for the love of a godess with a mortal man
a song of the heart that comes out warm
into the echo of the night
Love - love -love me, and come to become a God
Love - love - love they say, (it's) madness that becomes light
In the high clouds she sits bend
tries to open her wings but they are torn
She starts to sing a song to him again
She begs to see him
Love - love -love me, and come to become a God
Love - love - love they say, madness that becomes light
Of love and fire the same melodie
and if you learn to sing it you become a God, you become a God, you become a God!
Love me!
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I hoped you liked them! I do! ;)
Well now, it goes like this: In the world of fairies, Hermione wants to visit Earth, so she secrtetly flies as an owl and lands in a forest! There she accidentaly sees a beutiful young man (Harry) and falls in live with hime! She put her fairy charms in action and tries to make him love her back! Harry is of course impressed by this lovely "creature" and falls in love with her too! But when she asks him repeatedly to follow her, he is afraid of this overflowing love, scared that he might "drown" by it! Hermione flies back to her home in the skies (scene were she switch forms) and is devastated! Nevertheless, she is determind not to give up on him that easy, so she sings a song and flies back to bring him close to her again! Harry isn't again convinced at first, but then madly in love he followes her! She tells him they must go quickly! Then they see at the distance some fairy people looking for Hermione, so they start running to hide from them! But Dumbledoor (okay, don't laugh here!), Hermione's father finds them and takes Hermione away! Poor Harry is totally lost, having nightmares in his dreams about her! So, Hermione's sister, tells her that she must free him form her memory, make him forget, cause he is in great pane! So time rans backwards and the dream of her in Harry's mind fades! So, was that a sweet dream?? he wonders and he forgets! But as he is walking to the woods one day he sees a white owl, a so familiar white one...! So, that's it!! I feel terrible for having you read so much text, but I felt it could be complicated! Anyway, I didn't want to put "The End", cause Fairytales usually don't have unfinished endings....! ;)
Inspirations: My major inspiration to think of making such a vid was Dasha (Markvadass), with her video Formalin which I totally love! There she used a beautiful Russian song! So, I though of using one of my own language too!
Inpired too by: dusted92, emmade93
Thank you for your attention!
This goes to all my friends and subscribers! Hope you'll enjoy! :))
xxxKissesxxx,
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16, 04:16, 2008-06-30 20:29:46 Description: I made a video of the fabulous supermodel Ruslana Korshunova who took her own life 06.28.08
On June 28, 2008 at around 2:30 p.m., Korshunova died after falling from the ninth-floor balcony of her (More) I made a video of the fabulous supermodel Ruslana Korshunova who took her own life 06.28.08
On June 28, 2008 at around 2:30 p.m., Korshunova died after falling from the ninth-floor balcony of her apartment at 130 Water Street in Manhattan's Financial District. Police stated there were no signs of a struggle in her apartment and concluded that Korshunova's death is an apparent suicide.
One of her friends stated that Korshunova had just returned from a modeling gig in Paris, noting that she seemed to be "on top of the world" with no apparent reason why she would commit suicide. Korshunova's former boyfriend, Artem Perchenok, said he dropped Korshunova off at her apartment several hours before her death after they watched the Demi Moore film Ghost together. "She was a good person," he told The New York Post. However, she appeared brokenhearted and angry in some of her postings on a social networking site. Korshunova's most telling message came three months ago: "I'm so lost. Will I ever find myself?" Another posting read: "It hurts, as if someone took a part of me, tore it out, mercilessly stomped all over and threw it out." One cryptic entry in March reads: "My dream is to fly. Oh, my rainbow it is too high." Other postings revealed anger: "I'm a bitch. I'm a witch. I don't care what you say ... I know why my other relationships didn't work out, 'cause I'm unpredictable."
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31, 03:03, 2008-04-21 16:20:05 Description: Gerod Harris reinterprets my classic L.J. Johnson hit, "Your Magic Put A Spell On Me", first recorded in the summer of 1975 in Chicago, and turning into a top thirty pop hit in February (More) Gerod Harris reinterprets my classic L.J. Johnson hit, "Your Magic Put A Spell On Me", first recorded in the summer of 1975 in Chicago, and turning into a top thirty pop hit in February 1976, with L.J. appearing on Top Of The Pops on the exact same show as Evelyn Thomas performing "Weak Spot". What an amazing week that was for a naive young twenty one year old record producer. Now thirty two years later, here it is again. And now, in 2008, I could think of no-one else capable of recreating this wonderful sound than those falsetto tones of Gerod. Of course this song is yet another performance for my oh so important new project. My brand new album, "Yesterday And Tomorrow", is probably the most dear to my heart project that I have ever undertaken. I decided after thirty three years since I made my very first record, "Reaching For The Best" by The Exciters, to take a trip back down memory lane and recut thirty of my classics on artists who I am currently working with, reinterpreting them in 2008 without losing the magic that made them special in the first place. It's a totally self indulgent project, but one which already has my fans salivating with delight. I first got the idea when I recut Evelyn Thomas's wonderful classic "Have A Little Faith In Me" with Ebony Alleyne, last year. So I'm doing thirty in total, twenty four for the CD and six more extra ones for the DVD, picking either my biggest hits, my most beloved tracks, or the songs which people most requested to see a video. As I must clearly explain, these are not the original versions. And that's what makes the project exciting and new.These are brand spanking new interpretaions of the classics, by Centre City's current roster of artists , built up over a thirty three year career of making records. REACHING FOR THE BEST - WEAK SPOT - YOUR MAGIC PUT A SPELL ON ME - BABY I'M STILL THE SAME MAN - HE'S SO IRREPLACEABLE - MY HEAD'S IN THE STARS - NO WAY OUT - LOOKS LIKE LOVE IS HERE TO STAY - I'M IN WONDERLAND- TWENTY FOUR HOURS A DAY - MY CLAIM TO FAME - TRUE LOVE IS MY DESTINY - NEVER LET GO - NEW YORK'S ON FIRE - SO MANY MEN SO LITTLE TIME - HIGH ENERGY - HE'S A SAINT HE'S A SINNER - ON A CROWDED STREET - CLOSE TO PERFECTION - ALL OVER THE WORLD - MY HEART KEEPS BEATING FASTER - TECHNICOLOUR - FOOTSTEPS FOLLOWING ME - I FOUND HEAVEN - MORE TO THIS WORLD - FAN THE FLAME - I CAN'T ERASE THE THOUGHTS OF YOU - DANCING ON THE EDGE OF A DREAM - RUNNING IN ANOTHER DIRECTION - WALKING ON AIR. I first met Gerod Harris through Sheila Ferguson of The Three Degrees, back in 1999. We had filmed the lead singer of The Montclairs, Phil Perry, for "The Strange World Of Northern Soul", and needed two other guys to add to the video, and Sheila said she had an American friend who knew all the old soul group moves. Next I asked him to put three black male singers and dancers together to back up Steve Brookstein for The Four Vandals, and indeed you can see Gerod in all the Four Vandals videos here on YouTube. Then we cut "Headaches And Heartaches" for the "Northern Soul 2007" album. That wonderful sweet fingersnapping solo song has become THE track that the Northern Soul scene have adored from that album last year. Gerod has starred in three major films, as he is also an actor as well as a singer, "Until Death", "Proof`", and with Will and Grace's debra Messing, in "The Wedding Date". Gerod was also just the perfect voice to feature on my "Disco 2008" alum, released last December, album, with a storming track called "Hanging On To A Memory". And now hopefully, Gerod's version of this classic Northern Soul hit song will have you dancing in the streets. The album, "Yesterday And Tomorrow" will hopefully be released on March 3rd on Centre City Records, exclusively through the new website, http://www.ianlevine.co.uk - and I hope you will all consider supporting it. (Less)
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0, 00:25, 2008-12-26 08:08:26 Description: Chalulu the Chihuahua Morales is my dog who passed away a couple of months ago. ive been meaning to make a video for her but havent gotten time to do it. so i put this up for now. my great grandma (More) Chalulu the Chihuahua Morales is my dog who passed away a couple of months ago. ive been meaning to make a video for her but havent gotten time to do it. so i put this up for now. my great grandma gave this to me for christmas for Chalulu the Chihuahua Morales. if your wondering why im using her whole name (and yes that is her whole) its because she is a mexicano dog and deserves to have a really long name. hee hee. this is for her. this is just extra, please dont take my dog's name. i found out that one of my "friends" named her cat on myspace chalulu and it made me really mad because i found out right after the accident. so please...
in memory of
Chalulu the Chihuahua Morales
october 18, 2004 to october 31, 2008 (Less)
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