after really reading up on his less-than-normal-childhood to world-fame-filled history, i finally learned about the person who's music i first remembered as i child. not studying his life like a psychologist, but mere facts are good enough for me to choose to believe him. i do. i believe he never was a child molester to begin with, i believe that he never intended to bleach his skin white for no purpose, i believe he loved his children like any father would and i believed that all he wanted was to relive a childhood he never had.

i never realized that throughout my sixteen years of living so far, i always happen to have a sudden addiction to one or two of his pieces of art. it's not hard to believe as people always pay tribute to him on the countless dance and music competitions i fanatically watch, even the current artists that follow his style. and somehow, the first one that comes to mind is always Rain.
to create works of art that would last generations, to produce signature styles that would be followed for years.. to come to think that many of the artists that i listen to today, actually were influenced by him, be it minimally or heavily. with all his videos playing on every tv channel, it slowly revealed to me, where the little details that my favourite artists today accentuate came from. i thank him because he literally made the music and dance industry that i give never ending respect to until this day.
never really had posters of him or screamed when PYT played in the car, but he did leave quite a mark in my childhood. and through the artists that influence me, he has influenced me as well.
I'm just like anyone. I cut and I bleed. And I embarrass easily.
you really never know what it's like being in people's shoes, do you? please, J. you're turning fifteen already. it's really time you grow up. 'whatever' shouldn't be your most frequently used word anymore in your dictionary. just one day, one day, mark my words you will get it back if you don't learn.
*lets out deep sigh*
God what else am i to do?
in the past few days, i have definitely realized that stating she's not of good morality doesn't put me as a person with that much great moral values either. somehow, i have forgotten that many a times, my actions do influence the things that she says, and sometimes, the way she reacts to things.
i don't rush the day she will wake up from all these immature acts, but i do hope that as this period of selfish adolescence extends longer, her wake up call will be more harsh, more painful, and of course more worthy. and when that day comes dear God, i pray that i too will change my views and opinions towards her and stand by her side, helping her whenever i can. change me as You change her.
We Are The World- Michael Jackson



























