'Oly Moly, it's been almost a century since I last repacked this suitcase! Can't say I've been busy - only 2 semi-non-emergencies since I plunked my behind on the blue chair in my "office". Even dear Savante - who's been shipped off to some Sea-horse land of a population of 30 - has been constantly nagging me to update the suitcase. But then again he's also harassing Iraqi Irma to showoff her suitcase to the world as well since she was deported to the war-zone.
I used to think I could write. But that was in school where our imaginations would run wild with ideas for essays of no less than 10 exercise book pages. Nowadays, I start a not while I'm at work (I'm not so much working as I am AT work), but get interrupted, hence never end up finishing it. So lets see where this one takes me. I'll publish this regardless of whether I write anything informative or not.
Everyone knows about the legend who went to rock the heavens last week. Definitely news that shocked the socks off my grandmother (if she was wearing any at the time she heard the news). I was woken up by the news. Literally. It was 7:45am local time.
Iphone: ting tong ting tong ting tong ting tong
Me (1/4 awake): heeee.......lll..(yawn)..ll.oooo
Lisa: OMG Michael Jackson's dead.
Me: nah.. what? nah.
Lisa: I just saw it on CNN. OMG
Me: Nah.. it's prolly fake. Like Elvis' death
Lisa: no.. it's real.. Anyways I thought I'd
just tell you
Me: Ok. hmmm... *yawn*
Lisa: bye
I was informed of the same news by Father Dearest when I went downstairs for breakfast an hour later. Yes I heard. But it didn't really sink in until I watched the live reporting on CNN when I was at work (what did I say about me working?) - A picture of the king, intubated. It just looked so wrong. It was then I realized my childhood idol-hero was HiStory. The King was dead. And the whole world was mourning him in the most untraditional way - singing and dancing to the music once created by the legendary King. Its amazing how this man made headlines until the end of his life! Heck he even broke the internet! Suddenly news of the turbulent middle east were just mere subtitles at the bottom of the TV screen as they focused on the helicopter that was transporting the music's royal body. have
I was certainly a Michael Jackson fan... maybe not a super-duperfan.. but superfan enough to sit in and dance at his concert a day before my exams.. with textbooks in hand! :) Superfan enough to dispute the odd rumours that surrounded him. The man had some eccentricities, but even I have a thing against chives that I deem an allergy to. No one publicized that! Never really understood why no one could leave him alone. But then I guesstimate that's what makes him Mi
chael Jackson.
Then there's the music, which was phenomenal. From a tender age of 5, or maybe earlier, I remember grooving to his music and staying up to catch his awesome music videos on American Top 40! My high school friends and I even did a rendition of Thriller for our annual school concert - costumes and make-up, and our own MJ included! We stole the show from Lady Precious Stream! (the main school play) We were the coolest in those days! Even in the last year of high school, we had another sports even where my sports house did a dance to The Don't Really Care About Us. MJ helped us win the trohphy for 1st place in "Gimrama!" He didn't make much press through his music in my college and working years, but I still tread the mill with the likes of Billie Jean and Dirty Diana.
He was certainly an influence in my life.
He defined and era. He defined my era.
In some ways, I'm glad he's pushing up daisies and gone to rock with the heavens. Despite the achievements, life wasn't exactly kind for him here in this Hell. So to HRH King of Pop. God Bless you, and rock on!
HRH King of Pop
