I am really sure that by now every single individual in this whole planet knows that Michael Jackson passed away due to Cardiac arrest.. and what people know that everyone who made claims that he molested them thestified that he was innocent all along... what irks me is that they unveiled this only after his death.. i hope they burn in helll!!! sorry i cant help it. i love Michael to pieces, not only after his demise but since the day i was able to know and understand the meaning of music...we would sit infront of the telly everyday and actually watch his vids and listen to his songs all day.
now all his songs make me feel like a-splinter-that-stings-my heart because u and i know he will not be there anymore..but at least, they will actually leave him alone already...
Now the second chapter of death that came to me on the same day that they pronounced MJ dead is when we went to the pasar malam near my house. me n my mother would usually buy Yong tau foo at this stall. the best so far that we like. then my mother spoke to the aunty and they conversed which sounded like this " lama tak berniaga, cuti ke? hari tu pergi melawati tak ada n kat sini pun tak ada. "siapa budk perempuan tu? menantu ke? and then the aunty answered "tak la tu anak saudara" and she said without a single sadness in her eyes "anak nombor dua tu dah meninggal, sebab tu tak ada. 25 jun hari ni dah sebulan dia meninggal. dia meninggal accident kat station minyak, terkena jantung dia"
then i saw the shock on my mother's face and i asked her what happened. i thought the aunty's husband passed away. but my mum said to me after we went away that her second son passed away.
by the way, that boy is really cute :P..
that news stayed in my head for a few days. it is weird how people that we only see and are not close to can take a toll on my life. i keep on remembering him and the way he helped his mother how he smiled how his hair was totally blonde at one point, and how he looked like where he stood before. his actions, gestures and many more.
each time we return to his mother's stall, i would look at her and somehow or rather the sadness in her eyes can be sensed.
the pain of losing someone is unbearable.
but she is a very strong lady. she kept her spirits up and she said life has to go on to.
my mother said that losing a son or daughter will be the priceless treasure a parent can lose.
if it were my mother she said she would not know what to do
Me, myself and I would not know what to do .....
