At Least a Last Dance

i was hoping for a comeback for many many years since.

i wished to see him give birth to a new move as legendary or far epic than the moonwalk.

i wished to hear a new song from him as powerfully moving as "she's out of my life".

i was looking forward for so much more.

until this ending.

how i wish that if indeed this kind of finale is unavoidable, michael jackson should have at least lived until his comeback...for a final performance that will remind us of the artist that he is rather than his controversies. whether he lived as an upright person, is a debate. but him as great artist is incontestable.

i hate how adversity came to him.

i hate how it kept the artist in MJ from a giving us at least the last dance.

but given this ending, you just sail on and rest in peace. you will be remembered for every song you shared with the world.

glint

..IN THE WALL
It's already Thursday. This has been the most -well, partially- not so productive week. Thanks to migraine attacks. So far I attended only two meetings and was consistently tardy. I have been expecting a more irate and nervy Sir C. But no. He's cooler then cavestones that he bought me a pack of cigarettes. Ha-ha-ha saya. :p

At home its the usual scenario..play Park Hyo-shin songs while reviewing piles and piles of document. I am sure my neighbors think I am crazy for singing out loud some unintelligible words. None so far have come forward to remind me that I still have a capacity to feel shame. Whether the event is still forthcoming or they are just considerate people, I do not know. I'd rather that it's the latter.

My kind of break is to lie -classic, yeah- down, stare in my brick wall. Lately I have been into making out forms and shapes on the wall's face. It's kind of fascinating how its irregular texture gives me a semblance of something familiar. I have seen Captain Cook. Or Jack Sparrow is it? I have seen a face of a young boy (or is it a girl?) lying dreamily on the side of his face. Just too many to make out.

This morning I woke up and saw this glinting dot on a brick. It was staring straight onto me head-level. No. I was staring straight onto it. Then, an image of a boy (as if I was the boy) who walked and rubbed the glint zoomed on my head. The glint was a very very tiny hole and when he peered through it, he saw...

Ahh. I know now the fillers to the story I have been writing. Smiles. smiles.

..IN MY DREAMS
I have been counting.
The days that is when i first became enamored by this amazing, amazing Park Hyo-shin. I thought it was just a fleeting fancy on this amazing, amazing singer. Hah! But then..it's been two years. Already two years. Two years straight that I have been playing at least one of his song every night and that should be more than 700 days of being a PHS zealot.

Galing!

Someday I will be able to listen to him exactly the same place where he sings...glinting larger than life.

Ahh. This head is a bugger.