hail to the king of pop

I am not into idolizing artists and celebrities but Michael Jackson is an exception. Last night, I was literally moved to tears (and I think the world did as well) while watching his public memorial. A lot of good and kind words were spoken by his family and friends. A lot of singing was heard. It was a show celebrating the life and work of MJ.

I just realized that MJ's songs contain deep messages that we need to ponder upon. Yes, one can easily be entranced by his angelic voice or by his graceful moves that the song's message is completely abandoned. The lyrics of Man in the Mirror opened my eyes to a new level of self realization. The song talks about change. CHANGE that should start in us and within us. This is a tall order for a lot of us but then we need to try and start in small and baby-step ways, then probably, the man on the street will take notice and heed MJ's call.

I wish and pray that this emotion felt by the world is not fleeting and that it will carry on even when MJ has long been put to rest. I hope the messages of his songs will continually give inspiration that will cause us to effect the change we crave for.

I like what the Pastor said on his closing prayers: "Let us celebrate our uniqueness and respect our differences.." We are people who constantly seek for happiness, for change, for peace.. What should we do about it?

The time has come for MJ to exit this imperfect world and enter the perfect world of God. He can sing and dance with all his might and nobody will disturb him, probably, only the angels, who will sing with him in the chorus of his new and perfect life.

The King of Pop has bowed down on his knees to the King of all Kings... ;) peace!

i think i'm fine now

I have written about D moving out of our room to the comforts of his own room. Exactly six days after my post, he told me that he's ready to sleep in his "own bedroom." What can a mother do but give in, right? The newly furnished bedroom needs to serve its purpose.

Last night before i went to sleep, I checked on him as I always do everynight. I don't know what's got into to me again that I wanted him to sleep on our room again. I think I miss him. I think I miss his snoring. I think I miss our "kulitan" before lights are off. Weird isn't it? So, last night, I spent a little time with him in his bedroom... probing and confirming his activities in the recent days. D is a patient young man. He bears with my questioning. He doesn't complain at all. He is not irritated by my comments.

Seeing him comfortable in the four corners of his room makes my heart glad. it was really time for me to respect his privacy eventhough the idea leaves slivers of pain in my being.

I think I'm fine now. And I thank God for it. ;)