
I still can't believe it myself. Michael Jackson, the king of pop died on 26 June 2009 (local time I think). Same day as Jeremy's birthday. Yikes. If I was him I wouldn't be able to 'celebrate' anymore. It's not like I idolise him or whatever, but still, he was the first ever artist I had known. I still remember listening to him when I was still drinking with a bottle. Seriously I think that he has to be the greatest performer EVER. He totally owned it.
Anyways my family and I just came back from Melacca. Went to Jonker Street, and surprisingly there's a Michael Jackson corner or something like that. That guy who owns a toy museum ( that's what he calls it, but it's like the size of two rooms perhaps?) happens to have a wax figure of MJ. So he decided make him a memorial place. whatever you call it.
Looked like this.
Me.
My dad's.
And all MJ's cds and albums are totally gone in Melacca and I believe in most parts of the world. I think he may have made more money after he died. Anyways I saw this girl in the same shop as I was looking for his songs. Kind of a rare sight I wanted to talk to her but I didn't. I saw a green day 21st century breakdown shirt and wanted to buy it. But again I didn't. I don't know what's stopping me from doing everything.
The world will miss you. So will I.