You Rock My World

let me jump on the bandwagon about the king of pop like every other news out there. i'm sure it was a shocker to all. everyone either liked him, or hated him. everyone knew the name and the legacy. everyone knew the man. quite a feat, but then again he's been in the limelight since he was like 9?

could all the scrutiny throughout his lifetime been the cause of his uniqueness? it is a possibility no doubt. i think the saddest thing of it all, is that he left in a time when he wasn't in the brighest of light. he never got a chance to redeem his fame.

but how else do i remember him?

when i was in secondary 2, somewhere nearing the end of the year. the english language society was having its farewell party, and each sec had to do a performance. just the day before, michael had released his latest song "you rock my world" (although it never garnered much popularity, but i still think it was awesome. maybe the problem was that it seemed a similar formula to his previous hits. it had a very distinct michael jackson sound. something from the 80s/early 90s. but people were already living in the new millenium)

in between those acts for the farewell party, they started showing that video on tv. everyone just stoped and stared at the screen.

odd thing is, the tv wasn't hooked up to the audio system in the hall, so we were watching the tv, but listening to some melancholic draught. still we watched, and waited till somebody fixed the audio without getting out of our seat. see the power?


then there was the other unforgettable incident. occuring at the time of the infamous bashir interview, heightened by sexual allegations and bankruptcy. where i made a public outcry that i wanted to be michael jackson.

that michael jackson was my inspiration.

that he was my idol.

public speaking 2003, impromptu speech section. dazed by watching the bashir interview just the night before, i gleamed when i read the title for the competition, "inspiration".

my logics and gist? well, at a time of such trouble wooes, debts running up USD300mil, people still adored him.

people still paid for his appearance. he was still earning millions more. and people would still die to meet him. and he'd never get stares for grabbing his balls in public. no, people want to see him grabbing his balls. who else had such a grip over so many? i was overwhelmed that a person with so much flak that could erase all of him, still had the other side of the world backing him.


i'll never get a chance to see him perform live. rumours say he faked his death to get away from all the spotlight. if that's true, michael if you're reading this, please stop the act and let me be your audience.



but, if that's false, then rest in peace mikaeel jackson. you rock my world you know you did!

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H2O Bomb

i have been guzzling more water down my throat than usual. i've had this sudden breakout of pimples that is just excrutiatingly annoying the life out of me. its indescribeable.

i do admit that i had not been consuming enough water lately BECAUSE i was too lazy to boil water and wait for it to cool down. i was also too lazy to buy some from 7-E. even on good days i already have sufficient pimples to keep my face swollen. so this sudden breakout was damn intolerable. maybe i needed more water. and that was my solution.

now, i find myself visiting the toilet so frequent as though it was the powder room and i was a budding star over conscious of my appearance. the toiletbowl is as clear as Evian water when i'm done. i think a litmus paper won't change colour.


but at least its working for now.

problem number 2 is trying to contain myself from letting go the f-bomb unnecessarily, and especially at home. its become a daily vocabulary for me, that i say it without knowledge. don't you think its the most multi-purpose all weather word in the world? it can sound crude, obscene, vulgar, yet pleasant too? but the problem of the evolution of the f-bomb, nobody forgets the root.

away from home, this isn't such a problem. back home, its not a convenient word with two kids running around. i've had some help from miss db about this extension of vocabulary, and the closes that i can agree with is "freaking". the only fault i find, it sounds a lot like the f-bomb. like fish too. i want something more discrete and less obvious that i'm swearing.

hmmm... "obviously" fits as well. less enthusiastic though :P

any other suggestions? your kindness is very much appreciated.

RVSM

reduced vertical separation minimum. it allows more aircrafts to fly in the highways above us. of course, only with auto-pilot on because the higher we are, the higher degree of accuracy is required.


without the auto-pilot on, hand flying an aircraft to maintain level, let's say to our assigned height of 30,000ft (or more professionally, above 13,000ft onwards, we refer it as flight level 300 /FL300) is not easy. additionally with bigger jets, its not instant reaction everytime you make adjustments. it takes time.


plus, flying so high up in the sky, making these adjustments can be very dangerous. with a mere 150ft tolerance (though it may sound a lot, but really it isn't) to attain the assigned altitude, auto-pilot is the way to go. breaching safety codes, ample reports which could jeopardize your career and licence would come your way unavoidably. thank God for auto-pilot!

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with RVSM certification for both the aircraft and crew on board, it allows airliners to fly in densed traffic areas, fitting in more aircrafts in one airway. at higher flight levels where 2,000ft separation was previously needed, can now be reduced to a separation of 1,000ft. so with less separation, more aircrafts can fly up in the sky. although you can't see it from the ground, but it really is busy up there. like kuih lapis. and now, i'm RVSM certified too. give me the pleasure of making you into kuih lapis? :)

him: why you look so sad miss s?

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her: i'm not feeling well... i feel like throwing up.

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me: are you pregnant, miss s?

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her: yea right -.-''

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him: you should see a doctor. i'm a self qualified doctor!

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note to self: drink more water.

Saying Goodbyes

i just want to remind you. you must not be good. you must not be very good.


then sir?


you must be exceptional! and in everything you do. not just your profession, but as a gentleman and everything in your life.


yes sir.


that is why i give you that name. what do i always call you?


superman :)


yes that's it. don't ever forget it!