Saturday, July 25, 2009

A Nightmare

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Someone please wake me from this nightmare and tell me that this did not happen in my country and that Teoh Beng Hock is safe at home with his family.

-yasmin ahmad-

This is posted in Yasmin's blog named The Storyteller, Part 2.

Today upon receiving the news, I wish to say the same statement...

Someone please wake me up from this nightmare and tell me that this did not happen in my country's filmmaking industry and Yasmin Ahmad is safe at home with her family.

Friday, July 24, 2009

Gone Too Soon

Today is exact 30 days Michael left us...
The impact still can be felt everywhere.
Needless to say, a hard core fan like me.
Till today, as I scroll down the music playlist, Michael's song is still my favourite.

His death is not only a shocking news in the music industry arena, but every people who have known him through his music.
I believe, every song writer writes a song for a purpose.
Every singer sing with the blend of emotion.
Every dancer groove to the way the language of the songs.
Hence, all this are the exact thing that I see in Michael.
How many people can dance and moves like him.
How many people really understand him.
Though some may label me as hardcore fan of Michael, I can never understand everything about him.
All I can do is making assumption through his song.
Every human being, only he himself knows himself the best.

Many has asked me before, how come a youth at my age choose to admire a singer who has been considered old.

Too me does it matter? What I am looking at and admired at is someone who can stand out among the rest. Doing the impossible.

It is undeniable that, there are many Michael Jackson outside, especially dancers.
How many youngsters and how many singers are inspired by him?
Everyone adore him, adore his move.
But no matter how many people are able to do that, no one can do it like him.
Looking at him doing it, is just like a magic, and it will always stunt you.
I may sound being bias here for I admire him, but hey, I've put it all away and analyze.
That should be fair enough.

It all started when I am in kindergarten. My mum tune in the radio and told me that this "Billie Jean" is the most famous song when she was young. Everyone listens to it. And at that moment, I was curious, what makes him so successful in being able to reach that fame?
My curiosity takes me to know more about him.

When I was in Standard 2 (8 years old), I watched his life story on RTM 2. Then, as I listen to his song, I relate back to the scenes. Understanding the pain that he goes through. Sometimes, it may sound crazy, it felt like we have something mutual. What brings me connected and even more close to him is not only the way he moves, is his magic touch from his lyrics. In relating to my emotion, my life, they are mostly written there. Not many people understand how I felt, what I am thinking, for I do not know how to express myself, orally especially, and because of him, he seems to be the pillar whenever i fall.

Childhood and Will You Be There? are the songs that I love.
Agony, pain, anger, hatred, all these, makes me want to find a comfort zone.
Looking for someone who can understand me, who can give me strength, who can give me courage, but is never an easy task. To find a shoulder to cry on is never easy.
For I said before, I may be made up of steel in the presence of others. And I will melt when I am alone. Because of all these, his voice is the only one that can soothe everything that I felt at the moment. Even when I am in happy mood.

My reliabilty to his music does not stop there. Stress release, and the need of energy to stay awake, only his music can give me the magic. This are all his power of his music that gets to me.

He is seen as a weirdo in everthing that he make. His surgery, his hair, his molestation case, his protection of his children, his interest, his home and everything else, everyone starts to question him. When he is facing trouble, look at how many people turn their back on him. How many negative things that we hear from others. That's when he really need someone to give him support and strength. But look at how the media portrayed him. Some even go as far as to back stab him. How many disgusted him? He suffered. But did those people stop?

If you ask me how true it is? I do not know. Did he really molest the kid? I don't know.
But what do I care. Does that mean that I have to stop admiring him because of one mistake? NO! Of course not. Even if he really do it, so what? Ain't he a human too? Ain't a star human too? Every human make mistake. Anyway, that's not the main point, the main point is that, I will not stop admiring because of the accusations which I do not witness it with my own eyes and the evidence is not shown. Even if the media said it is, I will not believe it still because of this news can create profit to them. Media hunger for popularity and profit making. Anything can be done in order to achieve it. I myself being in the media line, I do understand it.

All these negative things does really stop. Track back the date to 30days.
Is his death. Now only everyone starts to look at his good side. Everyone buys his album. Everyone says good thing about Michael. What's the point? He is dead. He is safe and comfortable in heaven right now. No paparazzi, no one to judge him, no one to laugh at him, he is free from all his trouble and pain and sorrows. Well, maybe he will miss his children, family and friends.

What's the use of that now? Does he really need it right now? All this should be done when he is alive. Well, I can't blame those who treat him badly previously, cause that is part of human nature in some people.

But everything looks sarcastic doesn't it.

Whatever I say now, can never revive my best virtual fren I can say.
However, he will always live in my heart, and all the other fans of his.
No replacement of Michael Jackson even though you can moonwalk, cause it is never your move.
His music will never die.
The state may not consider him as a legend, well, there's no need to it.
Is enough for his fans to make him as one.

Peace, Michael!