jacko

a heartthrob. yes, he is. and everybody knows, he's dead. i woke up one morning. a text message was sent by cik ala,

"good morning, but what a sad day. michael jackson's dead"

omg. i didnt expect that to happen. not on that particular day. straight away i tuned on the radio. and yes, he was dead.

i still remembered those days when my cousins and i would have our socks on and imitated the moonwalk. everybody does that, theres nothing to be ashamed of :) and the video tape of his concerts never bore me, during those days.

then tabloids began to state stories about him. a molester, they called him. even if he was really one, i dont even give a damn. indeed, he was my childhood crush.

i was 8 when i performed a modern dance for a function (err, i forgot what was it for). me and my buddies danced and grooved to black or white. we even painted our faces half black and white on the other half.

i just finished watching his memorial on tv. millions of fans he has from back then till this present day. i am proud to say that i am one of them. and i wont stop adoring this guy.

he lived with a mission, to heal the world. he conveyed messages from his songs. somehow, he did healed a small part of the world, the people. people united for his songs.

i love you, michael. :)