It might be a tad late, but better late than never right?
It was 11am in the morning, and my mum shook me up from my sweet sweet dream, telling me that Michael Jackson was dead.
I had the shock of my life.
Rushed to the room, and CNN and BBC( and CNA) spilt headline news all over.
And that glued me to the TV screen for hours.
I had great memories.
My parents bought his
Ghost album in I-Don't-Know-What year.
And I remember vividly seeing his trademark long music videos over at my friend's house, which was just metres away from my home.
How have I and that friend of mine drifted now,though we bump into each other every now and then.
I remember getting very freaked out when I saw him transform to this
werewolf.
Imagine when you're like in, kindergarten, sitting so near the TV, and seeing that!
Haha, I can even remember saying to my friend this,
"Faster! Horror movie starting liao!"
Uh..I was young then. Gimme a break.
And then around 2000 or so, there was this interview, also from TV, when MJ talked about his Neverland Ranch and about his alleged case of molesting little boys.
Very pitiful..News said that he collapsed due to cardiac arrest. If that's the case, then it must be the
press who kept making rude insults about him, and giving him ridiculous comments everytime he goes somewhere, that made MJ's health take a downhill.
If he wasn't stressed with all that media crap, he could have
lived long enough to do his 50th show.
Wouldn't that be awesome?
And I can't believe I was listening to
Billie Jean days before MJ's death.
What Teo said was true in Facebook,
"Why do we only cherish one when his being is gone?"
RIP Michael.
Remembering the legend.
Jun 28, 2009