Last night, I was tossing on my bed - Actifed didn't do its work as I dozed off around 4 am, amidst the thunders and lightnings outside my windows. As a result, I didn't feel like going to work but i did anyway and after plugging on the earphones, unashamedly, my tears rolled down my cheeks and i can say i was sobbing when i heard over the radio that the King of Pop passed away this morning due to cardiac arrest - 3 weeks shy from his scheduled 50 sold-out "This Is It" concerts in The Arena @ O2, London, after 12-long year of his absence from the concert arena.
Suddenly it feels empty inside - which is extremely weird for i am not his fan. Maybe it's his songs that i grew up with and the songs that soothe my weary soul - ABC, I'll Be There, Beat It, Thriller, Billy Jeans, Man In The Mirror, We Are The World, Black or White, Heal The World, Earth Song, You Are Not Alone.
No matter what the media and us judged him negatively, I always believe that when we are able to feel connected to another stranger, it is because of his good heart. I don't know much of his songs but what i do know he sings the song of my heart.
May his soul rest in peace and may his humanitarian legacies live on. Listen to his songs - "We Are The World", "Black or White", "Heal The World" and "Earth Song" - and I know this world can be a better place for all.
"The life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and in willing service" - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow