Wednesday, July 08, 2009
RIP Michael
I never expect that I will be so moved actually. I welled up many times, dropped tears many times, such as during Mariah's performance, when his brother said that maybe finally people will leave him alone (about his ridicule) and during Brooke Shield's speech when she said we should smile while we are aching.
But the last straw is when his daughter Paris said "I loved him so much". Tears just came out like a tap... that is a rare moment whereby one realised that he was really not just a musician, he was a father too.
And it suddenly hit me at that moment. Life is really fragile. We should really count our blessings.
Like what Smokey Robinson said, I am glad that I live to see him alive. Although I was born too late to see him at his peak, but I was born in time to catch him in some performances. I saw him about 6 years ago on a Channel 5 show called American Greatest something, in which he was a special star. He sang Dangerous.... Well, at least I saw him performed when he was still alive. I still get to enjoy him in some ways, and I think that kind of experience, that kind of genius, will take many many years to get one again.
My colleague asked me whether I am a fan. I said, I don't consider myself as one, because to be fair to the other fans in the world, being his fan means trying to learn his moonwalk, learning to dance like him, to be donning those red jackets and sequined glove. But I am a believer in his music, and I enjoyed them.
Alright, I think I better go to bed. I am not going to work today, and I stayed up to watch this memorial. Out of interest perhaps, but I think also, a small part, to get some closure. He really grew on me.
Despite what happened in his life, I will choose to remember his music genius and humanitarian work.
Let's celebrate life today=)
RIP Michael
Sorry for those people who don't understand how come I feel this way, but I think I am a little more emotional this week, and also, more sensitive to my surrounding these days.
