By now you've heard about Chris Brown's online rage filled fight with Raz-B Click here if you missed it.

CB has finally sent his apology to TMZ :

“Yesterday was an unfortunate lack in judgment sparked by public Twitter attacks from Raz B, who was bent on getting attention.  Words cannot begin to express how sorry and frustrated I am over what transpired publicly on Twitter.  ”I have learned over the past few years to not condone or represent acts of violence against anyone.  Molestation and victims of such acts are not to be taken lightly; and for my comments I apologize – from the bottom of my heart.

I love all of my fans, gay and straight. I have friends from all walks of life and I am committed, with God's help, to continue becoming a better person."

-Chris Brown

 

Notice what he apologizes for.

Chris Brown seems to have the most acute “open mouth very wide & proceed to insert foot/feet” syndrome. People usually say what they mean & mean what they say especially when done repeatedly & purposeful­ly as in this case/twitter rant. CB has a lot of work to do. He has single-han­dedly created this new hurdle in his career by reverting to anger & rage as a way of dealing with life's conflicts. The original comment/bait from Ratz-B was mild if factual, CB CHOSE to get angry and get nasty, notice how Eric Bennett also in the original comment said nothing, ignored it? that's what a mature man does. CB will forever in his life have this Rihanna thing hanging over him, he best get used to it and own it up or else he's going to be raging over any mention of it for a long time..

What Actually Love Is

Why do we close our eyes when we sleep? When we cry? When we imagine? When we kiss?
This is because the most beautiful things in the world are unseen.

We are all a little weird and life’s a little weird and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.

There are things that we never want to let go of, people we never want to leave behind, but keep in mind that letting go isn’t the end of the world, it’s the beginning of a new life.

Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched and those who have tried. For only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives.

A great love? It’s when you shed tears and still care for him, it’s when he ignores you and you still long for him. It’s when he begins to love another and yet you still smile and say I’m happy for you.

If love fails, set yourself free, let your heart spread it’s wings and fly again. Remember you may find love and lose it, but when love dies, you never had to die with it.

The strongest people are not those who always win but those who stand back up when they fall.

Somehow along the course of life, you learn about yourself and realize there should never be regrets, only a lifelong appreciation of the choices you’ve made.

A true friend understands when you say , I forgot, waits forever when you say, just a minute, stays when you say leave me alone, opens the door even before you knock and says can I come in?

Love is not how you forget but how you forgive, not how you listen but how you understand, not what you see but how you feel, and not how you let go but how you hold on.

It’s more dangerous to weep inwardly rather than outwardly. Outward tears can be wiped away while secret tears scar forever.

In love, very rarely do we win but when love is true, even if we lose, you still win just for having the tingle of loving someone more than you love yourself.

There comes a time when we have to stop loving someone not because that person has stopped loving us but because we have found out that they’d be happier is we let go.

It’s best to wait for the one you want than settle for one that’s available.
Best to wait for the one you love than the one who is around.
Best to wait for the right one because life is too short to waste on just someone.

Sometimes the one you loves turns out to be the one who hurts you the most, and sometimes the friend who takes you into his arms and cries when you cry turns out to be the love you never knew you wanted.

If you really love someone never let go, don’t believe that letting go means that you love best, instead fight for your love, that’s what true love is.

Laugh to your heart is content, you cannot go through life without it.

 

Ten glorious minutes of movie insults:

  

via @dailydish

     

I'm sure by now you've all read and heard the latest anger induced spewing of Mel Gibson, secretly taped and strategically leaked by his latest baby mama for maximum effect in her quest to get as much $$$ as she can from Mel. Its been known for a while that Mel has serious issues with his “jews” and “n**ger” hate...... that said I am with this quote from ENT of Crazynightsanddays blog:

Now, the one thing that bothers me about these tapes is they are entirely one sided. We only know what Mel is saying. What did Oksana say? I doubt that as much of an a-hole Mel is that he just walks right into the house and says something like that. Were they fighting? I am not defending Mel at all. You already know I hate him. All I am saying is I would like to hear the tapes in their entirety.

Ditto. Chick knew which buttons to push to get Mel to spew hate …with her finger ready to click record all to gain advantage on Mel to force him to part with more $$ that he was willing to part with for said baby mama.
As much as we dislike Mel's racist ways, this smells of manipulation to the core...... One would say they deserve each other.

      

That right there is a kiss goodbye, Elin Woods will be waltzing away from Tiger Woods with a world of shame and heartbreak, good thing she and her kids will have $100mil dollars to sooth their pain. Reports say she gets physical custody of their two kids, and share legal custody. TW is not allowed to see/visit kids with any other woman/girlfriend unless he's married to them… Good for Elin.

Tiger's the cheater's fall from grace continues, we had high hopes for his “redemption recovery project” especially having such a huge and highly paid team working for the “Tiger recovery project” sadly we've been disappointed, he's struggling quite fabulously on the course, clearly still not in a state to win, the divorce no doubt isn't helping, the constant tabloids aren't either… did he come back too soon?

 

Here's Christina's latest effort to shock for eyeballs. Couldn't help the ooze of desperation flying through the screen watching this… its a mixture “Dirty” “Lady Marmalade” and some Madona…

Having seen this. Is there anything a female pop artist can do to truly shock you anymore?

We've seen Gaga do just about everything short of graphic full live sex, everyone from Xtina, Rihanna through to Janet in full bondage gear, Courtney Love threatening emaciated girls w/violence, out of left field we've seen Erykah Badu re-enacting JFK's assassination naked, Robyn Loau taking on the persona of the Columbine Killers, MIA banned from Youtube for massacring redheads and even Beyonce dabbling in murder & lesbianism via Gaga. The question is… some of these are thought provoking… yes… but is anything truly shocking anymore?

 

We had never seen this Dear Richard Branson until recently apparently its been floating around the interwebs for a while.  Its THE most hilarious and brilliant complaint letter I've ever come accross. Long, but brilliant.

The reason for the letter is that a Virgin Air customer was on a flight from Mumbai to London, he seemed to find irritation in just about everything on the flight. Apparently Richard Branson has confirmed that he did call the man and speak with him and thanked him for the comments. 

Dear Mr Branson,
REF: Mumbai to Heathrow 7th December 2008

I love the Virgin brand, I really do which is why I continue to use it despite a series of unfortunate incidents over the last few years. This latest incident takes the biscuit.

Ironically, by the end of the flight I would have gladly paid over a thousand rupees for a single biscuit following the culinary journey of hell I was subjected to at thehands of your corporation.

Look at this Richard. Just look at it:

I imagine the same questions are racing through your brilliant mind as were racing through mine on that fateful day. What is this? Why have I been given it? What have I done to deserve this? And, which one is the starter, which one is the desert?

You don’t get to a position like yours Richard with anything less than a generous sprinkling of observational power so I KNOW you will have spotted the tomato next to the two yellow shafts of sponge on the left. Yes, it’s next to the sponge shaft without the green paste. That’s got to be the clue hasn’t it. No sane person would serve a desert with a tomato would they. Well answer me this Richard, what sort of animal would serve a desert with peas in it:

I know it looks like a baaji but it’s in custard Richard, custard. It must be the pudding. Well you’ll be fascinated to hear that it wasn’t custard. It was a sour gel with a clear oil on top. It’s only redeeming feature was that it managed to be so alien to my palette that it took away the taste of the curry emanating from our miscellaneous central cuboid of beige matter. Perhaps the meal on the left might be the desert after all.

Anyway, this is all irrelevant at the moment. I was raised strictly but neatly by my parents and if they knew I had started desert before the main course, a sponge shaft would be the least of my worries. So lets peel back the tin-foil on the main dish and see what’s on offer.

I’ll try and explain how this felt. Imagine being a twelve year old boy Richard. Now imagine it’s Christmas morning and you’re sat their with your final present to open. It’s a big one, and you know what it is. It’s that Goodmans stereo you picked out the catalogue and wrote to Santa about. Only you open the present and it’s not in there. It’s your hamster Richard. It’s your hamster in the box and it’s not breathing. That’s how I felt when I peeled back the foil and saw this:

Now I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking it’s more of that Baaji custard. I admit I thought the same too, but no. It’s mustard Richard. MUSTARD. More mustard than any man could consume in a month. On the left we have a piece of broccoli and some peppers in a brown glue-like oil and on the right the chef had prepared some mashed potato. The potato masher had obviously broken and so it was decided the next best thing would be to pass the potatoes through the digestive tract of a bird.

Once it was regurgitated it was clearly then blended and mixed with a bit of mustard. Everybody likes a bit of mustard Richard.

By now I was actually starting to feel a little hypoglycaemic. I needed a sugar hit. Luckily there was a small cookie provided. It had caught my eye earlier due to it’s baffling presentation:

It appears to be in an evidence bag from the scene of a crime. A CRIME AGAINST BLOODY COOKING. Either that or some sort of back-street underground cookie, purchased off a gun-toting maniac high on his own supply of yeast. You certainly wouldn’t want to be caught carrying one of these through customs. Imagine biting into a piece of brass Richard. That would be softer on the teeth than the specimen above.

I was exhausted. All I wanted to do was relax but obviously I had to sit with that mess in front of me for half an hour. I swear the sponge shafts moved at one point.

Once cleared, I decided to relax with a bit of your world-famous onboard entertainment. I switched it on:

I apologise for the quality of the photo, it’s just it was incredibly hard to capture Boris Johnson’s face through the flickering white lines running up and down the screen. Perhaps it would be better on another channel:

Is that Ray Liotta? A question I found myself asking over and over again throughout the gruelling half-hour I attempted to watch the film like this. After that I switched off. I’d had enough. I was the hungriest I’d been in my adult life and I had a splitting headache from squinting at a crackling screen.

My only option was to simply stare at the seat in front and wait for either food, or sleep. Neither came for an incredibly long time. But when it did it surpassed my wildest expectations:

Yes! It’s another crime-scene cookie. Only this time you dunk it in the white stuff.

Richard. What is that white stuff? It looked like it was going to be yoghurt. It finally dawned on me what it was after staring at it. It was a mixture between the Baaji custard and the Mustard sauce. It reminded me of my first week at university. I had overheard that you could make a drink by mixing vodka and refreshers. I lied to my new friends and told them I’d done it loads of times. When I attempted to make the drink in a big bowl it formed a cheese Richard, a cheese. That cheese looked a lot like your baaji-mustard.

So that was that Richard. I didn’t eat a bloody thing. My only question is: How can you live like this? I can’t imagine what dinner round your house is like, it must be like something out of a nature documentary.

As I said at the start I love your brand, I really do. It’s just a shame such a simple thing could bring it crashing to it’s knees and begging for sustenance.

Yours Sincererly,

Oliver Beale

Especially loved the continued reference of “Richard” in the letter. Great stuff. Seriously, if you didn't find this funny you need to see a shrink we think.

I hope when Mr. Branson called him, he offered this Oliver guy several free flights on Virgin.