as a child of the 80's, i was a captive to michael jackson's music and his dance moves. when he was ostracized by his scandals, i thought to believe otherwise like any jaded filipino. nah, his detractors were merely exaggerating. i could understand the root of all the plastic surgeries. who wouldn't want the perfect nose? nobody told him that he was already perfect when he was a young kid singing a homage to a rat?
of all the cities that could have given him a platform for a comeback, it was london who grabbed the opportunity. fifty concerts was mind-boggling. his management was wrapped in greed. but hey, O2 Arena is just a train ride away, a ticket would always be in the offing.
it's comforting that i haven't tuned in to news channels for years, i don't get as much information overload about this sad event. it's nice reading postive stuff about him especially as prescient as this post. hope that article would stand the test of time. this article is also handy. it made me recall the aga muhlach's dance moves when he was a bagets newcomer.
and alas, a neighbor just decided to play michael jackson's discography so loud it feels like a purok bayanihan fiesta back in puentebella.
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