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It was reported yesterday that Japan's annual end of the year program, Kouhaku, will have a memorial segment for artists who passed away this year. As one would probably expect, they will be including a Michael Jackson tribute.

The ones doing said tribute: SMAP.

Well, we already know what big Michael fans they are. The collective brick they shat when he made a surprise appearance on SMAPxSMAP is great proof of that. Also, leader Nakai had the special honor of being the only Japanese talent invited to the L.A. premiere of This Is It. There's no mistaking SMAP's heart will definitely be in the performance.

However, a lot of people are speaking up saying OH HAAAAALE NAW to NHK's decision. For them, SMAP isn't good enough. They've been making comments like, "SMAP can't do Michael's dancing" and "This is Kouhaku not SMAPxSMAP" and other remarks about their singing/dancing skills.

Their performace will be a medley, which is said to include Thriller, Beat It, and other Michael hits.

SMAP has a lot of fans so I imagine there are a lot of people looking forward to it as well. Will it be good? Will it be bad? Will it be so bad that it's good? We'll have to wait and see.

What say you? If not SMAP who would you prefer? That is, if you want anyone at all. They could just show clips of him.

source: ズバリ！裏芸能

Love…..hurts. It suffocates, it strangles you.

 

Love is prison. Binding you with ropes, forbidding you out to see the light.

 

Love means you will be a slave. Doing what it wishes, living for it.

 

Love tortures. Until you can’t breath, until you forget how, or even want to.

 

Love is lies. A series of lies. Too good to be true. Enveloping you, seducing you to believe it.

 

Love is betrayals. Deceiving, innocent looking, and crushes you in the end.

 

Love is bitter, like that poison in that glass bottle you’re considering to drink.

 

Love is sadness. Those tears you’re trying to swallow, those screams you’re trying to suppress.

 

Love is hatred. Spreading in your blood, controlling you, ordering you to kill, kill, kill.

 

Love is death. It’s dark, it’s pitiless, it’s coming to get you, it’s creeping down your neck.

 

Love is hope. It shimmers at the end of the tunnel. It’s that point in your life.

 

Love is…..trust. Trusting you. Trusting me. Trusting it will all go smoothly, somehow.

 

Love is your best effort. It’s when you run the fastest, it’s when you try so hard you can taste it.

 

Love is in your mother’s eyes. In her rough hands that brought you up. In the shine in her eyes when she sees you’re laughing.

 

Love is that feeling. Those warm feeling in your stomach when that person appears. Those nervousness when you try to form a sentence to greet. Those shivers you feel.

 

Love is possessive. No one is allowed to touch that person. No one but you.

 

Love is that unexplainable happiness when you smile the moment he smiles.

 

Love is grateful. Grateful that you’re sharing the air with him, the ground in the same world, the same language you speaks.

 

Love is the earth shattering second when you realize you would try everything, everything in your power, to take his pain away.

 

Love is accepting imperfections. And believing it’s the best you both can be. There’s no such thing as “happily ever after”. But there is “loving each other for as long as you live”.

 

 -------------------------------------------------------- AN : Created on a night when I couldn't sleep. I was just venting my frustration. I tried to make 20 different definitions of love. Make sense?