For you are not alone....Micheal

(Blanket, Prince 1 and Paris)


Yesterday I was flipping thru the channnels on the tube when suddenly ‘This is it” came into view. Now I’ve been dying to watch the show, the last show MJ never got to show the world his comeback from his untimely departure.

Those who have watched ‘This Is It” am sure would scoff at the rumours that had haunted Micheal’s life. How could such a soulful, sensitive guy like him could have EVER possibly do such a despicable thing claimed by the boy years earlier, breaking micheal’s soul into pieces like that? As much as I want to hope that boy and those who hurt him will now regret deeply, I know Micheal will not wish anyone ill when he is alive, nor when he is no longer on earth, so I’ll not dwell on it, but I will say this, “You people are DESPICABLE and DISGUST me”

When I first heard the news about the allegations of the great MJ molesting the boy, I was astounded, as I’m sure many of his hardcore fans would. Its prespostorous!
Before I go on further, I must clarify that I’m no hardcore fan of Micheal’s, though after watching this is it, I’m a convert fan of Micheal now.

While watching MJ in ways fans had never before seen in “This Is It”, only further strengthen my beliefs that MJ had been hurt deeply inside his soul. You can see, with every word he utters from his lips are words of LOVE to his co-workers. He has such an air of grace I just couldn’t describe, it has this calming effect that makes you want to hug micheal and protect him. I can now understand why Elizabeth Taylor felt such a way for MJ in her words during one of her interviews I had read from a magazine or seen on tv, I can’t recall.

When Micheal speaks, he commands your attention in a way that doesn’t even sound superior. How he does it I will never know, but his voice penetrates your soul and his songs ‘speaks’ to you which explains why fans around the world understands him. He’s a rare gem amongst the sea of people in this world that touches your inner being, and I believe not many people in this world could nearly come close to have such an angelic grace as Micheal.

Micheal oozes feelings of Love around him, watching him you could feel his passion for life. I watch with sadness how such a great man is nearly reduced to bones, for indeed Micheal seems quite skeletal, making me wonder if he ever had stop to dwell on his health. Could stress had make him that way, I wondered? Then I became angered, for I believe it was all those hateful people who wrote and say hateful things about Micheal that had hurt him and made him look like that.

(Micheal With Prince 1 and Paris, all photos taken from OK! www.okmagazine.com)

If anything, you could tell Micheal is sad....its in his eyes, you could almost see a scar in his fragile soul, and yet the most beautiful thing about Micheal is you don’t see any anger or resentment towards the people who had did this to him, who had hurt his pride and his soul, not to mention his career.

I don’t recall any news during Micheal’s horror of going to and fro at court did he ever uttered a single hateful word or remark to the people who brought him that hummiliating experience.
There were many hurtful and unnecessary jest on Micheal from that day on, but not many saw how broken hearted he was during that time, only his close friends and family knew....it was cruel...downright cruel and unecessary to such a beautiful man like Micheal.

I never knew Micheal personally, nor will I ever have, but I can say he is a true friend to his family, friends and to his fans. I say that because, Micheal has touched my life, with his songs, and with his smile. I have heard stories of fans getting thru with thier lives just by listening to his songs of wisdom and love.

Micheal is in a good place now, a place where he is forever loved and never misunderstood, a place where no one can ever hurt him or break him again. I can ‘see’ him smilling above us, watching us, his family, his friends....and his fans.

We shall forever miss him, I will forever miss him...and yes indeed I had wept tears of sadness for the lost of a good friend, the lost of a GREAT MAN, Micheal Jackson....YOU ARE THE KING OF OUR HEARTS, WE LOVE YOU MICHEAL.....for YOU ARE NOT ALONE....

Knock, knock!.....No one's There......

Its odd isn’t it? I normally update at least 2-3 times of my blog once a year, but oddly enough I didn’t do it this year, and its nearing the end of 2010.

I’d probably lose touch with some of my journalistic instinct of late, or high likely I’m just feeling too lazy to update. Whichever it was, I’m back for now.

So, what compelled me to write just now? Well, I was browsing thru the net to look for a second hand True Singapore Ghost Stories Book 6 on the google search engine but came up with none. (By the way, if anyone has one to sell, Please OH PLEASE for the love of ME, do sell it to me, I want to add it to my almost complete collection of that book!)

Then I came across this site, http://www.spookycorner.com/ which let our fellow malaysians tell thier personal experiences on being spook on local places in Malaysia. Yes, Highland Tower is quite a popular tales in the site, most interestingly enough, Genting Highlands has one of the most comments from their readers. While reading thru the stories of each individual, I was transported back to my own ghostly experiences.

I don’t talk much about this incident because I still get teary eyed and traumatized because its the closest encounter I had ever had.

It was back in 2005, November 11th. I was only 19 years old then, living with my boyfriend and I was re-sitting the SPM because I’d failed BM (For the first time in my life I must add! I had NEVER failed my BM until then. I blame the bahasa literature for that thank you very much~!)

My boyfriend’s family decided to take a family vacation in Genting, we ended up at Ria Apartments, Pahang tower I recalled. Back then I only heard the rumour about the white lady floating up and down the apartment windows and I didn’t dwell much about it as we were exhuasted from packing and unloading the things from the car and waiting to be registered.

(The stuffs and Me)

I had to say before I go on that I’m a very religious person and the supernatural phenomena interest me greatly as much as I respect them as well. Therefore I see no reason on a logical basis why I was disturbed back then.

The odd thing was, the moment I stepped into the apartment, it felt not right somehow. I chided myself for I was sure I was just being sensitive. I did not mention anything to the others and the day went by like it should in any normal days.

However, on the second last night if I recalled correctly the boys (My guy has 2 other brothers and one sister) had just finished playing cards and everyone was back in bed in the early morning and I was the only left awake in the room pooring over my books, studying (YES, I WAS STUDYING SWEAR TO GOD TO THOSE WHO KNOWS ME LOL) while my guy lay sprawled on the bed dead beat asleep.

I’m very superstitious as well and when we walked into the room earlier I noted that the dressing table mirror was facing directly to the foot of the bad we were supposed to sleep.
Unhappy, I told my boyfriend about it and we managed to not let our feets face the mirror and moved the bed abit. There were two rooms in the apartment, we took the second room beside the toilet towards the end while the rest of the family members took the main room beside which has its own bathroom attached to it.

I digress, back to my story while I was studiously pondering over my Moral studies and Bahasa exercise books it was somewhere between 2am to about 4am in the morning and there was no mist, everything was dark and quiet when suddenly I heard footsteps outside my door heading towards the toilet beside our room. I looked at the slit beneath the door and saw the shadow of a pair of feet and saw the light turned on in the bathroom. I thought it was my boyfriends younger brother (the one after him, K) and look at the door expectantly for him to come in and check on me to help me study as he takes his studies very seriously, but “Odd” I thought to myself when I saw the light being turned off and the directions of the footsteps headed to the hall and into the kitchen but no lights were turned on!

(K)

Now, I know K as we’re quite close and I see no logic for him to not switch on the lights and not checking up on me when he could clearly see our bedroom light was on. Then, right out of the blue while I was pondering this and wonder if I should head out to the hall the most eeriest thing happen, someone knocked on the door 3x times! I freaked out badly, I nearly jumped on the bed and woke my boyfriend up. When I woke him up and told him what happened he just got up and opened the door. But nobody was there! It was just pitch dark at the hallway, and thinking it might be his brother’s joke, just to make sure we checked on the master bedroom only to find everyone sprawled on thier beds peacefully asleep. K was heavily asleep as you can hear him snore and he wasn’t in a position of pretence sleeping cause my guy when up and nudge him. K’s mouth was open and theres no way he was the culprit.

Furthermore, what made the alarm bells in my head start ringing was when I realised there was no need for anyone to use the bathroom beside us as the master bedroom has thier own bathroom!!!

I shivered and my boyfriend ordered me to go to sleep, I did not argue and begged him to not let his hands and body away from mine the rest of our sleep.

The next morning as everyone was either lounging or getting ready to pack to leave I gathered everyone and asked them in a serious manner “Which one of you guys got up around this time and used the bathroom and knocked on our door??”

K strongly assured me he didn’t and I believe him, neither were the two younger sibblings and they pointed out the same thing that made my skin crawl, why would any of them use the outside bathroom when theres one in the master bedroom? It deffinitely wasn’t thier dad either for he’s incapable of doing such a trick since he was way deep in dreamland.

Now how in logics name could any of these things happen when NO ONE clearly was about that hour and the wind could not have possibly knock on the door either because it was a sharp, consistent knock that only a human could have done......

I become cold with fear each time I recall the incident....I was really frightened and I wasn’t expecting anything or thinking about the supernatural when these things happen.....

Still, this did not deter me from reading about other people’s experiences of the supernaturals or hearing about it. It only serves and strenghten my beliefs that there is life after death and in that place, no money on earth can help you.

So, tell me if you have an encounter yourselves!