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06/13/2021 My gift is my song…list
First 1/2 hr: Elton John (歡迎重溫)
01/ Candle in the wind (2Cellos)
02/ Your song
03/ Friends
04/ Daniel
05/ I guess that’s why they call it the blues
06/ Don’t let the sun go down on me
Second 1/2 hr: Songs of Elton
01/ Rocket man (Little Big Town)
02/ Seasons (Heart)
03/ Sacrifice (Sinéad O’Connor)
04/ Roy Rogers (Kasey Musgraves)
05/ Sorry seems to be the hardest word (Kenny G feat. Richard Marx)
06/ Tonight (George Michael)
Third 1/2 hr: Guests
01/ Don’t go breaking my heart (Kiki Dee)
02/ In private (Pet Shop Boys)
03/ The tracks of my tears
(Smokey Robinson)
04/ Makin’ Whoopee (Rod Stewart)
05/ Piano Man (Billy Joel)
06/ That’s what friends are for (Dionne Warwick & Friends)
Last 1/2 hr: Hits and rarities
01/ Sad (Pnau)
02/ Writing
03/ Come down in time
04/ 60 years on
05/ Tiny dancer
06/ Can you feel the love tonight

https://www.rthk.hk/radio/radio2/programme/friendsunlimited

Michael Aris proposed to Aung San Suu Kyi in Bhutan~ Enjoy reading the untold love story. Good weekend~ L
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The Untold Love Story of Burma's Aung San Suu Kyi
Aung San Suu Kyi, whose story is told in a new film, went from devoted Oxford housewife to champion of Burmese democracy -- but not without great personal sacrifice.
By Rebecca Frayn

When I began to research a screenplay about Aung San Suu Kyi four years ago, I wasn’t expecting to uncover one of the great love stories of our time. Yet what emerged was a tale so romantic -- and yet so heartbreaking -- it sounded more like a pitch for a Hollywood weepie: an exquisitely beautiful but reserved girl from the East meets a handsome and passionate young man from the West.
For Michael Aris the story is a coup de foudre, and he eventually proposes to Suu amid the snow-capped mountains of Bhutan, where he has been employed as tutor to its royal family. For the next 16 years, she becomes his devoted wife and a mother-of-two, until quite by chance she gets caught up in politics on a short trip to Burma, and never comes home.
Tragically, after 10 years of campaigning to try to keep his wife safe, Michael dies of cancer without ever being allowed to say goodbye.
I also discovered that the reason no one was aware of this story was because Dr Michael Aris had gone to great lengths to keep Suu’s family out of the public eye. It is only because their sons are now adults -- and Michael is dead -- that their friends and family feel the time has come to speak openly, and with great pride, about the unsung role he played.
The daughter of a great Burmese hero, General Aung San, who was assassinated when she was only two, Suu was raised with a strong sense of her father’s unfinished legacy. In 1964 she was sent by her diplomat mother to study Politics, Philosophy and Economics at Oxford, where her guardian, Lord Gore-Booth, introduced her to Michael. He was studying history at Durham but had always had a passion for Bhutan – and in Suu he found the romantic embodiment of his great love for the East. But when she accepted his proposal, she struck a deal: if her country should ever need her, she would have to go. And Michael readily agreed.
For the next 16 years, Suu Kyi was to sublimate her extraordinary strength of character and become the perfect housewife. When their two sons, Alexander and Kim, were born she became a doting mother too, noted for her punctiliously well-organised children’s parties and exquisite cooking. Much to the despair of her more feminist friends, she even insisted on ironing her husband’s socks and cleaning the house herself.
Then one quiet evening in 1988, when her sons were 12 and 14, as she and Michael sat reading in Oxford, they were interrupted by a phone call to say Suu’s mother had had a stroke.
She at once flew to Rangoon for what she thought would be a matter of weeks, only to find a city in turmoil. A series of violent confrontations with the military had brought the country to a standstill, and when she moved into Rangoon Hospital to care for her mother, she found the wards crowded with injured and dying students. Since public meetings were forbidden, the hospital had become the centre-point of a leaderless revolution, and word that the great General’s daughter had arrived spread like wildfire.
When a delegation of academics asked Suu to head a movement for democracy, she tentatively agreed, thinking that once an election had been held she would be free to return to Oxford again. Only two months earlier she had been a devoted housewife; now she found herself spearheading a mass uprising against a barbaric regime.
In England, Michael could only anxiously monitor the news as Suu toured Burma, her popularity soaring, while the military harassed her every step and arrested and tortured many of her party members. He was haunted by the fear that she might be assassinated like her father. And when in 1989 she was placed under house arrest, his only comfort was that it at least might help keep her safe.
Michael now reciprocated all those years Suu had devoted to him with a remarkable selflessness of his own, embarking on a high-level campaign to establish her as an international icon that the military would never dare harm. But he was careful to keep his work inconspicuous, because once she emerged as the leader of a new democracy movement, the military seized upon the fact that she was married to a foreigner as a basis for a series of savage -- and often sexually crude -- slanders in the Burmese press.
For the next five years, as her boys were growing into young men, Suu was to remain under house arrest and kept in isolation. She sustained herself by learning how to meditate, reading widely on Buddhism and studying the writings of Mandela and Gandhi.
Michael was allowed only two visits during that period. Yet this was a very particular kind of imprisonment, since at any time Suu could have asked to be driven to the airport and flown back to her family.
But neither of them ever contemplated her doing such a thing. In fact, as a historian, even as Michael agonised and continued to pressurise politicians behind the scenes, he was aware she was part of history in the making. He kept on display the book she had been reading when she received the phone call summoning her to Burma. He decorated the walls with the certificates of the many prizes she had by now won, including the 1991 Nobel Peace Prize. And above his bed he hung a huge photograph of her.
Inevitably, during the long periods when no communication was possible, he would fear Suu might be dead, and it was only the odd report from passers-by who heard the sound of her piano-playing drifting from the house that brought him peace of mind. But when the south-east Asian humidity eventually destroyed the piano, even this fragile reassurance was lost to him.
Then, in 1995, Michael quite unexpectedly received a phone call from Suu. She was ringing from the British embassy, she said. She was free again! Michael and the boys were granted visas and flew to Burma.
When Suu saw Kim, her younger son, she was astonished to see he had grown into a young man. She admitted she might have passed him in the street. But Suu had become a fully politicised woman whose years of isolation had given her a hardened resolve, and she was determined to remain in her country, even if the cost was further separation from her family.
The journalist Fergal Keane, who has met Suu several times, describes her as having a core of steel.
It was the sheer resilience of her moral courage that filled me with awe as I wrote my screenplay for The Lady. The first question many women ask when they hear Suu’s story is how she could have left her children. Kim has said simply: “She did what she had to do.” Suu Kyi herself refuses to be drawn on the subject, though she has conceded that her darkest hours were when “I feared the boys might be needing me”.
That 1995 visit was the last time Michael and Suu were ever allowed to see one another. Three years later, he learnt he had terminal cancer. He called Suu to break the bad news and immediately applied for a visa so that he could say goodbye in person. When his application was rejected, he made over 30 more as his strength rapidly dwindled. A number of eminent figures -- among them the Pope and President Clinton -- wrote letters of appeal, but all in vain. Finally, a military official came to see Suu. Of course she could say goodbye, he said, but to do so she would have to return to Oxford.
The implicit choice that had haunted her throughout those 10 years of marital separation had now become an explicit ultimatum: your country or your family. She was distraught. If she left Burma, they both knew it would mean permanent exile -- that everything they had jointly fought for would have been for nothing. Suu would call Michael from the British embassy when she could, and he was adamant that she was not even to consider it.
When I met Michael’s twin brother, Anthony, he told me something he said he had never told anyone before. He said that once Suu realised she would never see Michael again, she put on a dress of his favourite colour, tied a rose in her hair, and went to the British embassy, where she recorded a farewell film for him in which she told him that his love for her had been her mainstay. The film was smuggled out, only to arrive two days after Michael died.
For many years, as Burma’s human rights record deteriorated, it seemed the Aris family’s great self-sacrifice might have been in vain. Yet in recent weeks the military have finally announced their desire for political change. And Suu’s 22-year vigil means she is uniquely positioned to facilitate such a transition -- if and when it comes -- exactly as Mandela did so successfully for South Africa.
As they always believed it would, Suu and Michael’s dream of democracy may yet become a reality.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!

GOOD LIFE :
[Pre-Hook: Kehlani]
Raise a cup up for all my day ones
Two middle fingers for the haters
Life's only getting greater
Straight up from nothing we go
Higher than the highest skyscraper
No Little League, we major
The proof is in the paper

[Hook: Kehlani & G-Eazy]
We put the good in the good in the good life
We put the good in the good in the good life
We put the bad in the past, now we alright
Eazy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Kehlani, I got you
Ayy, yeah

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
And it's a feelin' that I can't explain
How you make it and your team still stay the same
Stay down from the jump and they never change
Man, this a moment I could never trade, yeah
I told my moms not to stress no more
Go hit the Bentley store and no credit card debts no more (Love you mom)
I bought the crib and it's in escrow now
So you don't ever have to worry about how you gon' pay rent no more

[Refrain: G-Eazy]
I put my team in position, now they makin' a killin'
Stackin' blue faces straight to the ceilin'
Out in Vegas I'm with 'em
Orderin' bottles of that Ace when they s 'em
'Til there ain't enough space up on the table to fit 'em
Go ahead and

[Pre-Hook: Kehlani]
Raise a cup up for all my day ones
Two middle fingers for the haters
Life's only getting greater
Straight up from nothing we go
Higher than the highest skyscraper
No Little League, we major
The proof is in the paper

[Hook: Kehlani & G-Eazy]
We put the good in the good in the good life
The good life
We put the good in the good in the good life
I said the good life
We put the bad in the past, now we alright
We alright
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
Pour some Clicquot in the glass, have a toast to success
No lookin' back from here, no more bein' broke and distressed
I put my heart into this game like I opened my chest
We only pray for more M's while you hope for the best
We make these plays, man I'm finessin' these checks
Time's up for everybody, I'm collectin' on debts
And I swear this champagne just tastes better on jets
I'm just out here bein' great, man, this as real as it gets

[Refrain: G-Eazy]
I put my team in position, now they makin' a killin'
Stackin' blue faces straight to the ceilin'
Out in Vegas I'm with 'em
Orderin' bottles of that Ace when they sit 'em
'Til there ain't enough space up on the table to fit 'em
Go ahead and

[Pre-Hook: Kehlani & G-Eazy]
Raise a cup up for all my day ones
Two middle fingers for the haters
Life's only getting greater
Straight up from nothing we go
Yeah, go up
Higher than the highest skyscraper
No Little League, we major
Yeah
The proof is in the paper
You know

[Hook: Kehlani & G-Eazy]
We put the good in the good in the good life
The good life
We put the good in the good in the good life
I said the good life
We put the bad in the past, now we alright
We alright
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah

[Bridge: Kehlani]
Damn right, from the bottom we rise
So high, now we cover sky lights
We're building an empire
We owe it all to each other
Just look at us right now, destined
We're so good right now, legend
Here's to you and I
Raise 'em to the sky

[Hook: Kehlani & G-Eazy]
We put the good in the good in the good life
Yeah
We put the good in the good in the good life
Yeah
We put the bad in the past, now we alright
Yeah, you know, uh
We put the good in the good in the good life
The good life
We put the good in the good in the good life
I said the good life
We put the bad in the past, now we alright
We alright
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Uh
Ayy, yeah

[Outro: G-Eazy]
Uh, the good life

Special Note :

MIDI (Sheet Music) Available on my website. Just go to Downloads, you'll see the word MIDI in red beside the song name. Use a notation software to open MIDI as Sheet Music.

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2016 has been one of my most Eventful year. I've gotten support from many of my YouTube friends and family, teaching me audio engineering, video editing, camera skills, so on and so forth.

Google has been extremely generous too, providing us with Content Labs, Amazing Events, and most importantly, Delicious Food.

May 2017 be even more spectacular. I wish all of you great health and abundance of wealth. Thank you for your support on my little YouTube Channel all these while. Hugs! Please share. If you're new, kindly Subscribe.

Special Note :

MIDI (Sheet Music) Available on my website. Just go to Downloads, you'll see the word MIDI in red beside the song name. Use a notation software to open MIDI as Sheet Music.

[Intro: Swae Lee & Gucci Mane]
Black Beatles in the city
Be back immediately to confiscate the moneys
(Ear Drummers)
Rae Sremm, Guwop, Mike WiLL!
I sent flowers, but you said you didn't receive 'em
But you said you didn't need 'em (Mike WiLL!)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull livin' like an old geezer
Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinking
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
Getting so gone I'm not blinkin'
What in the world was I thinkin'?
New day, new money to be made
There is nothin' to explain
I'm a fuckin' black Beatle, cream seats in the Regal
Rockin' John Lennon lenses, like to see ‘em spread eagle
Took a bitch to the club and let her party on the table
Screamin', "Everybody's famous!"
Like clockwork, I blow it all
And get some more
Get you somebody that can do both
Black Beatles got the babes belly rollin'
She think she love me, I think she trollin'

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull livin' like an old geezer
Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinkin'
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Came in with two girls, look like strippers in their real clothes
A broke ho can only point me to a rich ho
A yellow bitch with green hair, a real weirdo
Black man, yellow Lamb', red light go
They seen that Guwop and them just came in through the side door
There's so much money on the floor we buyin' school clothes
Why you bring the money machine to the club for?
Pint of lean, pound of weed, and a kilo
I Eurostep past a hater like I'm Rondo
I upgrade your baby mama to a condo
Like Chapo servin' yayo to the gringos
Black Beatle, club close when I say so

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull livin' like an old geezer
Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinkin'
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

[Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi]
She's a good teaser, and we blowin' reefer
Your body like a work of art, baby
Don't fuck with me, I'll break your heart, baby
D&G on me, I got a lot of flavor
15 hundred on my feet, I'm tryna kill these haters
I had haters when I was broke, I'm rich, I still got haters
I had hoes when I was broke, I'm rich, I'm still a player
I wear leather Gucci jackets like it's still the 80s
I've been blowin' OG Kush, I feel a lil' sedated
I can't worry about a broke nigga or a hater
Black Beatle, bitch, me and Paul McCartney related

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull livin' like an old geezer
Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinkin'
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!

Ft. Ronnie (@macaronni3)

Special Note :
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Lyrics :

"Starboy"
(feat. Daft Punk)

I'm tryna put you in the worst mood, ah
P1 cleaner than your church shoes, ah
Milli point 2 just to hurt you, ah
All red lamb just to tease you, ah
None of these toys on lease too, ah
Made your whole year in a week too, yah
Main bitch out of your league too, ah
Side bitch out of your league too, ah

House so empty need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table cut from ebony
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face, man
I love my baby
You talking money need a hearing aid
You talking bout me I don't see the shade
Switch up my style I take any lane
I switch up my cup I kill any pain

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you've done!
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I'm a mother fuckin' Starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you've done!
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I'm a mother fuckin' Starboy

Every day a nigga try to test me, ah
Every day a nigga try to end me, ah
Pull off in that roadster sv, ah
Pockets over weight gettin hefty, ah
Coming for the king that's a far cry I
I come alive in the fall time I
No competition I don't really listen
I'm in the blue mulsanne bumping New Edition

House so empty need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table cut from ebony
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face, man
I love my baby
You talking money need a hearing aid
You talking bout me I don't see the shade
Switch up my style I take any lane
I switch up my cup I kill any pain

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you've done!
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I'm a mother fuckin' Starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you've done!
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I'm a mother fuckin' Starboy

Let a nigga Brad Pitt legend of the fall
Took the year like a bandit
Bought momma a crib and a brand new wagon
Now she hit the grocery shop lookin lavish
Star Trek groove in that Wrath of Khan
Girls get loose when they hear the song
Hundred on the dash get me close to God
We don't pray for love we just pray for cars

House so empty need a centerpiece
Twenty racks a table cut from ebony
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face
Man I love my baby
You talking money need a hearing aid
You talking bout me I don't see the shade
Switch up my style I take any lane
I switch up my cup I kill any pain

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you've done!
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I'm a mother fuckin' Starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you've done!
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I'm a mother fuckin' Starboy

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you've done!
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I'm a mother fuckin' Starboy
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Look what you've done!
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
I'm a mother fuckin' Starboy

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