I should have immediately known that there was something horribly wrong when the signs presented themselves to me this early morning: My desire to sleep but being unable to, the rare occasion of red ants scouting about on my bed room floor, the surreal (& annoying) nature of the weather. Michael Jackson, the King of Pop, had passed away a few hours just before the omens had appeared before me.

I never realized just how much he, his music, & his lovely dancing meant to me until I fully grasped the reality of his sudden demise after hearing of it. It's not as if I broke out into tears or any such, but a feeling had filled inside me & it did not feel good. And, it just kept getting worse as the day went on.

All I pretty much did since sunrise until noon was pay attention to the news reports of various networks on what had happened to Michael & discussions about him. Like many others, I just found it so hard to believe that he was already gone. And so unexpectedly, just like that.

I'd been hit with utter despair in knowing that the chance for him to birth new music & display more majestic choreography is gone forever. After all, he was supposed to start a concert tour (something he had not done in over a decade) by next month. My month of being conceived, of all others...

Yet, at the same time, I'm somewhat relieved that he will no longer have to go through the suffering he had went through during, pretty much, his entire life: Beaten & pressured by his own father as a child, fingers pointing at him in judgment for a crime that he was allegedly accused of, & ravenously preyed on by merciless ghouls of the media...

But, despite everything that's happened; he has truly made such a positive & permanent impact on the world, in so many ways.

Then, there's Farrah Fawcett. Well, I really don't have much to say about her. I wish I did, I really do. But, all I really know about her is that she was one of the original Charlie's Angels.

It's a shame that her death didn't get as much attention as Michael's did. She went ahead a li'l while just before he did, after all. But, then again, this also means her friends & family can grieve more privately.

I was also vigilant on what comparatively-little attention she was getting. At least now her fight against cancer is at a close & she can now rest in peace like Michael, despite how the battle ended...

I am so sorry that I couldn't come up with anything else to mention about Farrah. But, I do greatly & equally wish the best for the friends & family of both Michael & Farrah.

Farewell to you, King & Angel. This song, I dedicate to you both: [link]