Two Pieces of Art...

Hey guys !! it's a few days ago that I posted my last Blog but I had a re-examination so I had to concentrate on some other things... With this Blog I also want to encourage all my fellow students who have to deal with re-examinations!! Good luck guys!! I was surfing the net today and I saw something very special. Horimono, it's a Japanese form of full body tattoos. The only places on their bodies where they don't have any tattoos are their hands, feet and faces... So if they wear winter wear or a suit, to go to work, you don't even notice that their bodies are overloaded with tattoos. It's maybe better that way, because when you have your whole body tattooed it's often a sign that you are a member of Yakuza, one of Japan's most dangerous organizations. I should better say art pieces, instead of tattoos, because those aren't simple tattoos of a dolphin or salamander. It's often a story that they want to tell or statement they want to make. I saw a girl who had a picture of her best friend (25) who passed away due to cancer. The tattoo-artist copied the picture on her arm. It was so good, so realistic, just unbelievable. I almost got tears in my eyes. It really was such a beautiful story! I don't thing I would have the guts to tattoo my whole body or even just a small item... I just can't imagine that I would be 75 years old and the tattoo would look like a picture on a wrinkled piece of paper...But all the respect towards them who have those beautiful art pieces on their bodies! My second Item in this Blog is Michael Jackson. It's now almost 2 months ago that he passed away. He was and still is 'The King of Pop”. The only thing I can't understand is why so many people have to start making up some rumours. Nowadays a lot of people say that his gorgeous children, Prince Michael and Paris Michael, aren't his. Why would it matter? Imagine that it is proven that one or both of the children aren't Michael's... What do you reach with it? The only thing you do is destroying a close family. And imagine yourself when you are at the age of 11 and they tell you that your father isn't your father. Especially when you hear it when the man who you thought was your father just passed away...In one word just horrible....