The Man in the Mirror

All these talks about Michael Jackson is making me sad. That's true. I found myself looking for one of his songs at YouTube a few months back. And three days ago, he is dead. It didn't immediately sink in. I read all the news, I tuned in to CNN for their features on The King of Pop. Now I am reading reports about sub-stories of his life. The latest of which was Debbie Rowe's declaration that Michael was not the biological father. The children were brought to this world through artificial insemination. Aaargghh.

I feel for the children. I feel for Michael. How many percent of his life has he truly been happy? I can't stop watching his videos. I feel for the man. He was sooooo good at his craft. God knows what really happened to him. I feel for him. Funny, I only have on album of Michael and that was a long time ago. I am not a huge fan but I like most of his songs. But why do I feel like I lost someone dear and close to me? I am affected by his story.

I pray to God to make the lives of his children a lot better than what he has to undergo. I pray for Michael's soul.

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In the meantime, I'm still a stay at home womyn. I have a good prospect and just waiting for the call. I can't wait to work again and earn good money.

I have to hit the gym today. I am starting to feel my Monday blues when I feel everything is unsure and I start getting worried, scared and depressed. I need to shift to a more positive thinking. I pray the gym will do it for me. And a call from my prospective employer.

Thank You, God.