What was the point of today's post? Oh yeah! Michael Jackson! Great segway. Today is the third year anniversary of MJ's death. Major sad face.
The first memory I have of even knowing who Michael was, was when I was really really young. All my family still lived under the same roof and my big brother and sister were playing with their new Mac PC. I remember they were playing with the record function and I said into the microphone "I want to marry Michael Jackson" - I don't remember if they told me to say it or not but I know I said it. I remember his first film clip I saw on Video Hits - I think it was "You rock my world". It is still my favourite song to this day and I always play it when I need cheering up.
I really do feel this big sadness inside, that I can not dance like him. I have tried to learn to moonwalk and I wish I had the patience to master it. But honestly, no one will ever do it as well as the original.
- God, he is still in his exceptionally good looking stage in this video.
He just looks so natural moving and shaking around that stage. I wish it came that easy to me.
Instead I will just show my support in other ways. I have two MJ T-shirts - one I scored in a Thrift store for TWO DOLLARS! I also just started reading "You are not alone. Michael: Through a brother's eyes" by Jermaine Jackson. I waited until I was in USA to get a copy because the cover they released in Aus wasn't as cute as the American one. Hehe.
I met a guy in my boxing class last year, appropriately named Michael - We pretty much bonded over the fact that we both love MJ. One day he came to class and had a big yellow envelope for me. Inside was the Ebony Magazine Special Tribute to Michael Jackson published after his death. I am so glad I got to see this!! I took it to work with me and secretly scanned some of my favourite pages when no one was looking.
- Those facial expressions and those moves! Ugh!
It is absolutely amazing how much love there is, outside those gates, for one of the most misunderstood human beings in this world.
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