-the late Michael Joseph Jackson
I wake up at one in the afternoon today, drag my yawning bottom to the bathroom, sang a few classics in the shower, drag my then soaking but still sleepy bottom back into my bedroom, turn on the laptop, get on Twitter and the first thing that catches my eye is a Tweet from a certain Seebs stating that “Jackson has died at age 50.”
So of course, the first and sole Jackson that came to mind was Michael J, the King of Pop himself. But then I thought to myself, “What? Who, MJ? Dead???? ...NAHHHHHHHH. [goes back to Twittering about lost underwear]”
Chuan comes and picks me up and Michael Jackson is emanating from his stereo. Pretty odd, I think to myself, Chuan usually has Velvet Revolver or The Final Riot! playing. Oh well, I like this song anyway and I carry on with my off tune ‘Annie are you okay, are you okay, are okay Annie?!’ sing-along with the CD.
I get to Neo and suddenly everyone’s talking about Michael Jackson dying of cardiac arrest. And I’m like, “Okay, seriously, these people have GOT to stop kidding around!” And Chuan goes, “Dude... he died. For real man.” And I’ve got this what-the-f*** expression on my face and I’m like, “Dude, stop f***ing with me man.”
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I think that’ll do for my narration of how I came to know the great MJ has gone and passed. And all I can say is... dude, what?! HE WASN’T SUPPOSED TO GO YET! IT’S NOT RIGHT! I haven’t even met the guy for Pete’s sake!
Okay, so he came and did a concert here once, but that was ages ago! I was like, what, 2 years old? I was probably just a screaming toddler shouting for my pacifier and shouting in limited vocabulary at my mother to go back home while the awesomest, most legendary pop icon of all time was standing in front of me, signing auto-freaking-graphs! And yes, I know he was standing in front of me, signing auto-freaking-graphs because I have a photo of it. Wanna see? Email me at—so anyway, I just can’t get over the fact that I won’t ever get to meet this legend. Bummer.
He was such a great person, he inspired so much and he made his mark on everyone. He will forever be remembered, I’m certain. To hell with all the surgeries and child molestation charges, he wasn’t proved guilty anyway. Him dying is just... whoa. You know, like, whoa. It’s one of those things that can’t really happen. I suppose everyone dies but still! He can’t. He just can’t. I loved the guy! He was epic in every possible sense and connotation of the word.
He inspired loads to sing, to dance, to perform. To make history, to make something out of their lives. To change the world and to make their mark on this place. Heck, he even got me to update my blog in his honour after putting off writing for a month! Can you not grasp the hero that is Michael Jackson?
No one can be Michael Jackson, he was most certainly and without a doubt one of a kind. You know what... maybe Ryan Higa from YouTube is right, maybe he is an alien. Now that would explain a lot! Like you know, the skin color changing (I mean come on, no one’s ever done that before), the awesome and impossible-to-mimic-completely vocals, the catchy crotch-grabbing and moonwalking dance moves and not to mention the incessant and original AEOW! This man is surely a unique entity.
And you know what, he’s died. Maybe the line “ah, he’ll live on in spirit” applies most perfectly here. MJ may be gone in body, but I swear on my original Fall Out Boy **** Live in Phoenix DVD that he lives on, in spirit. Like I said, the man cannot die. He just can’t. He’ll be everywhere because all legends live on. Why, just an hour ago, Mina IM’d me on MSN that she received an email from Twitter announcing that Michael Jackson is now following her. The man just died of cardiac arrest 14 hours ago, for goodness sake. See? I told you he’d live on! He’s following Mina on Twitter after his death goshdarnit!
Michael Joseph Jackson was a great man, and he’ll stay in our hearts & memories as long as we live.
To end this tribute to MJ, here are the words to my all time favorite song by Michael Jackson. The lyrics are simply amazing. It’s called HIStory.
He got kicked in the back, he say that he needed that
He hot willed in the face, keep daring to motivate
He say one day you will see his place in world history
He dares to be recognized
The fire's deep in his eyes
How many victims must there be slaughtered in vain across the land?
And how many struggles must there be before we choose to live the prophet's plan?
Every day create your history
Every path you take you're leaving your legacy
Every soldier dies in his glory
Every legend tells of conquest and liberty
'I'm the greatest of all time'
Don't let no one get you down, keep movin' on higher ground
Keep flying until you are the king of the hill
No force of nature can break your will to self motivate
She say this face that you see is destined for history
How many people have to cry the song of pain and grief across the land?
And how many children have to die before we stand to lend a healing hand
Every day create your history
Every page you turn, you're writing your legacy
Every hero dreams of chivalry
'I have a dream'
Every child should sing together in harmony
All nations sing
Let's harmonize all around the world
'I am happy to join with you today, in what will be down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.'
How many victims must there be slaughtered in vain across the land?
(Lord, we need your assistance)
And how many children must we see before we learn to live as brothers and be one family?
'Some men see things as they are and say, why? I see things that never were and say, why not?'
'That's one small step for men, one giant leap for mankind.’
Makes you wanna make history huh? I especially love that line, “One day you will see his place in world history/this face that you see is destined for history.” Well Michael, I’m gonna make history one day, you’ll see. I’ll make you proud.
Here’s to you MJ, you are loved. Rest in peace and may God bless your soul. I didn’t get to meet you down here but hey, I’ll see you up there later won’t I? Long live the King of Pop.
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