Dear Michael.

So, it's been two weeks since Michael Jackson died. With all the tributes coming in, all those memorials, of how he changed the world, how he made pop music his and everything else, I'd like to give my two cents worth.

Honestly, I wasn't really affected by his death originally. I mean, I'd get more pain out of Iron Maiden disbanding. Which leads to to think of how he affected me.

How did Michael affect me? I never really listened to much of his songs while growing up, back then, it was Backstreet Boys all the way, (Y). But I knew of him, I knew about his albums from my parents, I knew his songs through the radio, I knew about him through the different covers of his songs that artistes made. And though he never really affected me, I respected him. As an artiste that made a difference in the industry, as a singer who gave his all to his career, as a father who devoted everything to his children, and lastly, as a spokesperson, who fought for racial equality.

Time passed, and controversy surrounded him. Child molestation allegations, plastic surgery, blah blah. Everyone was kicking him while he was down, and I admit, I was one of those despicable people. How we should have gave him a hand while he was in trouble, like how his music lifted us all, during our times of suffering and pain. How I wish I could turn back the clock and change what I've done. Sadly, those times have passed on, just like Micheal himself.

Now, after he passed on, there are those, who mourn the passing of a legend. There are those, who pour scorn over his image. What about me? I still have that respect, and admiration for Micheal. For how he managed to pull through when the whole world was against him, for how he created belief for those without hope. He never was my idol, and never will be, but he will be remembered, for all he has done for the entire music industry, for the changes he tried to make to the world, for the man he has been.

So, what does Michael Jackson mean to me? He is a symbol for racial equality, the voice of the blacks in America. He is a pioneer of pop music, one that still lives today thanks to his musical genius.He fought for change in this world, through his music that defied the barriers of age and race. He is more that just a singer or performer, he is a person that changed the world.


And what if Michael Jackson never existed? We wouldn't be enjoying music as we are now, as he has undeniably left an immense mark on music. We wouldn't be seeing music videos in this form, as he was the one who made them different. We definitely would have grew up differently, without his music in our heads.











From me, sincerely, thank you, Michael, for the good you have done to the world. You will not be forgotten, and I pray that you find peace, wherever you are.

What If?

Hello peeple, promised I'd update last week but didn't, get over it.

It's been real crazy lately, I really do need to catch up on programming and web design.

Something's been on my mind for the past few days.

Marvel Comics had this special thing they'd do for kicks,exploring the road not travelled, it's called What If?. What if Aunt May had died instead of Uncle Ben? What if Iron Man had been a traitor? What if Jean Grey had removed her powers instead of commiting suicide? All those stories untold, just because of a certain decision, or a route not taken.

Some of these scenarios turned out for the better, some not.(obviously.) But the main point is being able to apply hindsight to whatever we've done,in this case, Marvel, and see what would have happened, and what decision we would have made if we knew the outcomes.

I found myself applying this to my own life. What if I never went to Fairfield? What if I never had an interest in soccer? What if I had studied harder for my O's? What if, what if.

I realised I took the right path,(mostly) because, I guess, I just don't want things to change.

I'm glad I came to Fairfield, I got to know many people, lifelong friends, had fun, went through shit, did things I'd never do if I studied harder for my PSLE.

I'm glad I went to NP for like 6 months though it was a waste of time, it provided me an insight into poly life, met certain people, some good, some bad, learnt from the whole experience.

I'm glad I came to TP, found a home away from home, made really good friends, did real stupid stuff, learnt programming the hard way, screwed it up, learnt again.

I'm glad I'm writing this down, cause I don't ever want to forget.

But I still can't stop thinking of what could have been.

What if I had went to Scriptwriting in SP instead?

What if my score was good enough for me to get into Mass Comm?

What if I failed to get into TP, and started serving NS?

What if, what if.

I guess it's all set in place.Nothing ever happens without a reason, everything is planned by a special Someone. I'll find my purpose eventually, it's just a matter of time.

Until then, Mousehunt will keep me company.=)