so, i can't sleep..

it must be insomnia.

The Man Inside of Us - A Personal Tribute to Michael Jackson

it was not as if i ever considered myself a michael jackson fan in the first place.

i grew up in a generation filled with boybands and girl groups. i never experienced the awe and fanaticism over him, not in the way most grown-ups did.. and as i sat transfixed on the TV in the wee hours of the morning last night waiting for the live coverage of the king's memorial service from the usa, i thought to myself, "what am i doing here?"

flipping through channels that showcase his musical career, personal struggles and minor victories, i debated over myself if i should just call it quits and head to bed or stay in my place.. "should i be watching this?" "is this worth losing my precious sleep?" what did he ever do to make me feel compelled to watch and pay my last respects to him, through a tv screen halfway around the globe?" on and on these thoughts kept tugging at my mind as i sat there.. and then i took the remote, my decision was made.. i was ready to turn off the tv,BUT I COULDN'T.. and then, i got it..

why i couldn't just walk away even if i thought i wanted to, even if i thought i had no business waiting in the middle of the night for the last glimpse of MJ..

michael jackson was every man inside of us. man or woman, young and old, black or white, and everything else in between.. michael jackson had always been in the hearts and souls of every single one of us who lived to hear his music.. he was so many things to many people.. a son, a brother, a father, a friend, an icon, an idol, an inspiration, an object of ridicule, a weirdo, and everything else in between..

his songs commiserate with us, and we feel like he's talking specifically to us, because in truth, he was, afterall, in the same boat.. and those songs, his wonderful lyrics and poignant messages of hope were all a means for him to show us not just that he understands or feels the same way as we do, but more importantly, i think that it was his call for us to see, to understand, to feel, and to know that he too is human. and for that, he made his songs and messages all the more closer to our hearts..

he too, feels emotions, he too, experiences sufferings, he too, deals with frustrations and tribulations, but at the end of it all, he too, is still filled with hope, and longing for the love and understanding that only a person who feels the same way as he do can ever understand..

to our grandparents and parents, he was a boy who grew up in front of their eyes, an energetic, charming little boy who melted and took their hearts with his crystal clear voice and undeniable talent, and like most parents, they feel the pain of having survived their "son".. for the people who grew up with him, who worshiped the ground he walked on, and were there to see that little boy turn into the king of pop, he was the voice of their generation, a brother who'd been taken away from them suddenly..to those of us who've been touched by his music, he was and will always be someone who understands, and does not judge..and for that, michael will forever live in the hearts and minds of everyone who experiences his music..

and finally, to all the millions of michael jackson fans around the world who lived and breathed his music, he was THE legend, THe icon, and as was rightfully pointed out last night, he is, undeniably, THE GREATEST ENTERTAINER THAT EVER (AND WOULD PROBABLY EVER) LIVE..

cheers to you, monmon!

well, at last,you're breaking the silence.. lol.. you've always had that inclination nman towards journalism and all the bile and toxicity that goes with politics.. here's to your success and more power! heheheh.. goodluck,monmon.. may you have 1million hits today.. lol mwah!

first post after a year of hibernation..

to be honest, i've almost given up on writing. mainly because i feel so uninspired most of the time that i rarely have the inclination or the passion to write something that is compelling or even remotely appealing to share with virtually anyone on the web. besides, that's what twitter's here for, anyway.

since graduating, my days have almost completely been overrun with monotony. and a serious case of boredom, coupled with the strong desire to lead a less monotonous and dreary day-to-day existence.