Michael Jackson

I know it's been a few days now since Michael Jackson dies, but I have not been able to write about it til now cause I am just so sad about it....

I still remember the first time I learnt a dance to Michael Jackson music. I had just joined a very young Linda Jasmine's dance class (now you know her as the choreographer of Akademi Fantasia) and she taught the class a dance to his song "Don't Stop til You Get Enough".

I met up with Linda last week on Friday and of course like everyone all over the world we talked about Michael Jackson.

"I still remember the dance steps you atught me to the very first dance you taught me which was to his song Don't Stop til you Get Enough... And I still remember the steps...!" I said to her as I started dancing around near the sofa in her studio in Ampang...

"He always will be the best..." she said sadly...

I agree...

Many years later when I was still taking dance classes with her, she taught the class another dance to his song 'Jam'. I still remember those steps too...:)

In school, a group of us school friends who absolutely love Michael Jackson got together and did a re-enactment of the Thriller video for stage. I was elected by the group to learn the dance from the video and teach it to everyone.

We loved every minute of those rehearsals and on stage, we felt so cool. The part of Michael Jackson was performed by the biggest Michael Jackson fan I know. A guy named Shamyl Othman, who also took part in impersonator competitions and had us all screaming when he danced. I just went to Shamyl's wedding a few years ago too....

When it was announced that he was going to be performing again in London, I was so happy because I thought "Finally he is going back to where he belongs.... the stage..."

I feel so sad for his children who have lost their father. I know he was eccentric and had his problems, but I don't doubt for a second that he was a man with a good heart. Forget the obsession with plastic surgery and Peter Pan, he really is the King of Pop.

Another thing I said to Linda on Friday was " I have never believed for a second that he is even capable of molesting a child.... I won't be surprised if the kid who testified he was molested by Michael Jackson eventualy comes forward and says it wasn't true and that it was all a lie..."

And guess what...

I heard on the radio today that the boy who is now 26 years old has said that Michael Jackson never molested him, his dad asked him to say those things....

What the !@##$^&^(&*(%$%^#$!!

Is it any wonder poor Michael locked himself away from the world. Imagine how an accusation like that can hurt your soul. Especially when it's not true! Can't but help of thinking his song "leave me alone" now...

I believe that the real Michael Jackson who was just a child in a talented man's body and mind will eventually be realised, but only now, after his death.

I wish I could see his wardrobe of clothes and costumes.... All the military glitter, and of course, the sequinned white gloves and socks.

It's funny how for the past few years, he has been ridiculed beyond belief. But in death, look at how it has affected everyone worldwide. Now his fans are speaking louder than ever with their actions showing an outpouring of grief.

And I personally have never made a stupid joke about Michael Jackson... whether it's his messed up plastic surgery the child molestation allegations... because I could never achieve what he has in his lifetime. And the people who have made fun of him are nowhere near as talented as he is.

When he dances, he just comes alive, and makes others come alive too.

I just watched his 'Don't Stop Til You Get Enough' video and cried...

I remember when I went to his concert in Singapore with my family.

He left us too soon, but we were lucky to have even had him in the first place.

Rest In Peace Michael. There are many of us who have always loved you for what you are..

The King of Pop.

pearls...

I'm usually into just bling bling stuff.... but I am rediscovering the beauty of pearls...

It's elegant lustre... The different shades.....

And when I think of pearls, the first dress that comes to mind is of this stunning dress Princess Diana wore. I love the tiara too...

Nikki and Audi's wedding...

Nikki and Audi's simple and elegant wedding was held at St Francis Xavier's Church in Petaling Jaya today. Her gorgeous dress was made by Jovian Mandagie. And of course the flower arrangements were made under the expert supervision of Dato Farida. And I wore a dress from Kate Moss TopShop with a white python and gold Judith Leiber clutch.

interviews and photo shoots for raya have started already!

shooting at bursa malaysia for stockwatch

busy day today..

an assignment shoot, a photo shoot and an event.....

hope i don't get too tired! might need to take more 100 plus..

i'm out the hospital...

On Friday the Dr came into my hospital room...

"Hi Sasha, ok, your blood platelet count has gone up but you are still not at normal range yet, but I am willing to discharge you from the hospital but you have to promise me that you will rest all weekend and next week, take it easy. Just because I am letting you go doesn't mean you are out of danger. You are going to get tired very easily. My nurses have been telling me about you. They watched your dancing show, saying you're a good dancer and travel a lot, but you really need to slow down for a while. Ok? No jalan-jalan at Pavillion lah, go here, go there.....just rest...."

"Ok Dr, can I go now?"

"Wait, are you sure you are going to rest? If not I won't let you go. Dengue is still a serious disease and it has weakened you. Something else could make you sick very easily, like a flu or something. So you must rest and eat lots of healthy food."

"Yes Dr.... promise..."

With that, the drip which had made my left hand all puffy was taken out. When the nurse saw the needle.."Wah, your veins really are small... this is meant for babies.."

So I am back at home but it's true, every few hours I get really tired again and just want to fall asleep. So annoying actually... But I am so lucky and thankful that I didn't suffer as badly from dengue as some other people.

I still feel weak, and I can't wait to feel strong again...

in hospital...

i have had a few friends and family visit me the past two days since i have been in hospital. my last visitor last night was none other than Vernon.

"so is your room haunted?" he asked

"no.." i replied

"do you hear funny knocks on the window at night?"

"no..."

"do you see strange thi...."

"why are you here?!"

"to take a picture of you"

"wait, let me put on earrings first...."

so i put on a pair of vintage dior earrings my friend brought to the hospital for me and smiled hoping the earrings and smile will cover up the fact that i have no make up on and my hair is a joke..

i will only be allowed to go home when my platelet count starts rising. and the first thing i'm going to do is go to the hairdresser.

to read vernon's posting about coming to visit me, go to www.vernonkeditjolly.blogspot.com

i have dengue....

yep, after 3 and a half days of a fever that wouldn't go away, i am now lying in a hospital bed with a drip in my arm with a confirmed case of dengue.... i have never been hospitalised ever before... I have only been here 2 hours but it feels a lot onger...

fever.....

sigh.... suddenly on saturday night i got a fever... and it's not really getting any better.... went to see dr and she said only on wednesday will we find out if it is dengue...

i hope not!!!

i don't have time to be sick and hospitalised!

yum yum!

baby loco with a lizard he caught and killed, proudly showing it off.... Ewwwwww!

from the past...

some old photos from when the movie 'the red kebaya' was launched....

......

my day started off like any other. Phone alarm woke me up. Thought about all the things i have to do. Spent a few minutes thinking whether my zebra print or tri colour zara shoes matched my outfit better. Went to the office. Was so happy there was hardly any jam. Went for a meeting. Didn't get what i was hoping for from meeting so started thinking of alternative plans of action to make things happen. ..

i was just starting to feel hungry for lunch when my good friend called me.

"his daughter died today...."

.... I just sat in my chair trying to think. What? How? WHY????!!!

Of course, there are no good answers to any of those questions...

So I had to go to a funeral and watch a devastated and heartbroken family bury a 4 year old child who died in a tragic accident. The mother wouldn't let go of her daughter's body which delayed the burial. And the father who always looks like he is on top of the world sobbed.

Some things you just can't control... Death really is one of the things that unites us all. Rich or poor, we all have to face the tragedy, agony and grief of it all....

I hate it... I really do.... I wish i could live the rest of my life without ever having to go to another funeral. But that is just not going to happen, is it?

Walking through the graves just made me remember yet again that no matter how invincible and untouchable someone may be, they are not. There is always God.

As I looked around at all of the sad faces at the funeral, it was obvious that everyone was thinking the same things.

And just like it always has, the sun rose again today and we have to go on. I wonder what for sometimes......

Al - Fatihah.....

makan time!