high-res photoI’ve been hit by… the death of Michael Jackson.
Really. It’s like when I wake up in the morning, I hear his songs in my head. And even before I go to sleep. It is sooo creepy sad. I’m a fan, ever since I saw him almost naked (bwahahah) in his You Are Not Alone music vid (I was around seven?). Then, I was like, “Who is this guy who looks like a girl? Or is that a girl who looks like a guy?” and well, I researched about him and his songs and I fell in love with his crotch-grabbing dance moves and falsetto voice and sequined glove and his beatboxing skills. Honestly, how can one not be a fan, right? This is why even two weeks after his death, I still can’t believe it. I read his unauthorized biography and Time’s special edition for him over and over.
So much for my grieving, here’s an unexplainable photo of me. Yea, there’s kinda two of me here. ‘Cause there’s two Michael Jackson, too? HAHAH