Megan Fox. Done. Michael Jackson. Dead.

People always told me be careful of what you do
And don't go around breaking young girls hearts
And mother always told me be careful of who you love
And be careful of what you do, cause the lie becomes the truth...
- from Billie Jean

According to Wikipedia, the song's lyrics refer to a real-life experience and is well known for its distinctive bass line and Jackson's vocal hiccups. His biography, "Magic & The Madness" documents how a young woman wrote a letter to Jackson, informing the singer that he was the father of one of twins. Jackson, who regularly received letters of this kind, had never met the woman and ignored it. The woman sent more letters to Jackson, claiming that she loved him and wanted to be with him. She wrote of how happy they would be, bringing up the child together. She pondered how Jackson could ignore his own flesh and blood. Due to the stress of receiving the letters, the singer suffered from nightmares.

Following the letters, Jackson received a parcel containing a photograph of the fan, as well as a letter and a gun. Jackson was horrified—the letter asked that the pop star kill himself on a certain day and at a specific time. The fan would do the same once she had killed their baby. She wrote that if they could not be together in this life, then they would be in the next. To his mother's dismay, Jackson had the photograph framed and hung above the dining room table of their family home. Afterward, the Jacksons discovered that the female fan had been sent to a psychiatric hospital. 'Billie Jean' was written by Jackson and produced by Quincy Jones for the singer's sixth solo album, Thriller (1982). Originally disliked by Jones, the track was almost removed from the album after he and Jackson had a disagreement.

This morning, I was awoken by a 7.05am sms from IA that read - Michael Jackson died. From cardiac arrest.

I was not at all surprised, told myself at least I got to witness him live in action (in '97 I reckon and it was a fantastic concert) and went back to sleep. However, on the way to work this song (which is undeniably one of his most pivotal songs of his career) was played as a tribute and for a moment, a slight tinge of sadness took over me. He may have been Wacko Jacko, but he is and always will be, an International Pop Icon.

R.I.P. Michael Joseph Jackson
(August 29, 1958 – June 25, 2009)

Much Ado About Digits... Little Did I Know.

"Isn't it funny? This feeling inside... I'm not one of those who can easily hide" - Sir Elton John

I just noticed that the ID number for my monitor is the same as my birthdate and year of birth according to the DD/MM/YY format. What a coincidence. Little did I know, the digits have been staring at me day-in, day-out all this while for the past 10 months.

Isn't it funny...? How we don't notice things that are right smack in front of us and find it oh so amusing and sometimes amazing when we finally do.

Moving on...

Lately, I've been reminded over and again of the inevitable big 30 approaching. I will as the months pass, be ticking a different box when it comes to age groups. During lunch two days ago, I was surrounded by colleagues who are not even in their mid-20s yet. I was the eldest, and the youngest of them just received her key to freedom.

It was then at that moment in time when my noodles were slithering down my throat, I remembered. I remembered telling myself when I was her age, that if I didn't do a particular thing before my front digits change, I would never ever do it. There was a reason, although not quite a valid one (to those who know) to justify the age limit I imposed on myself. Other than that, it was merely something I set for myself for the heck of it to see if it could come true.

I also decided that no, it was not something I'll work on purposely (it was not going to be the bane of my existence for there were other priorities at hand) but just as seasons change, a natural progression should follow. Years ago at 21, I felt it was achievable, there was surety in me but I knew little in the past and by the looks of it presently, I won't be doing it anytime soon. Because, as mentioned a natural progression should follow and it is not my move to make.

Needless to say, life doesn't necessarily work out the way we planned it to be in the whole or when it comes to certain aspects of it. Learn, accept and adapt to change is the way to go if we want to progress forward. Therefore, this means deciding on a new age target for that thing I would like to embark on when fate allows. Hhmm, I'll have a think about it. And repeating in other words from as mentioned, achieving the target is not going to be my sole mission in the next few years. No sirree. I'll just enjoy the mini happies for now and perhaps down the road, there'll be one or two good surprises in store. I'll just simply, live life.

Sometimes you don't choose things, they either happen or they don't. Whether or not it works to your advantage or otherwise, whether or not it brings you happiness or sadness, is another matter. We just have to believe and not lose sight of hope. In addition, we've got to keep the faith in the One above (that He has got it sorted out), trust in the fact that everything happens for a reason and it's all going to be alright.

B&B will be flying home...

Flying Lessons, from the Series: “Earth Elegies,” 2000

“Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.”
- Robert Frost

Catching Brit-Brit In Action

061109. Perth.

Here I come...

Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme more.

I spent the morning managing aggravation *argh* but in the midst of the circus that is work, I paused, heaved a heavy sigh and suddenly, ironically felt... contented *gulp one* It seemed surreal but real if you know where I'm coming from. Hhmm... is this a wishful feeling?

See panda here and how relaxed he is. Looks a little underweight to me though. My, what skinny legs. Or is it because his body looks elongated as he's slouching lazily and it's also due to the water effect? Whatever it is, he IS a picture of contentment.

Of course, I'm still holding on to my ambitions, my hopes and dreams (these are part of my fundamentals), still eye-ing that bag, that shoe, that one carat diamond ring in vintage setting and more... However for now, this girl is *gulp two* pleased with her life *gulp three* and looking forward to the mini happies in store. Mini happies that will lead to a major happie, perhaps? Every little thing only time will tell.

Currently looping 'Real Love' by The Beatles and trying to subtlely bop my head without being noticed. Love the melody. Did a wiki on this song - "The song's lyrics have been described by one reviewer as conveying the message that "love is the answer to loneliness" and "that connection is the antidote to unreality. One reviewer described the song as a, "mature, still hopeful but frightened man less concerned with screaming at life than surviving it."

All my little plans and schemes
Lost like some forgotten dream
Seems like all I really was doing
Was waiting for you

Just like little girls and boys
Playing with their little toys
Seems like all they really were doing
Was waiting for you

Don't need to be alone
No need to be alone
It's real love
It's real, yes it's real love
It's real

From this moment on I know
Exactly where my life will go
Seems that all I really was doing
Was waiting for love

Don't need to be afraid
No need to be afraid
It's real love
It's real, yes it's real love
It's real

Thought I'd been in love before,
But in my heart I wanted more
Seems like all I really was doing
Was waiting for you

Don't need to be alone
No need to be alone
It's real love
Yes it's real, yes it's real love
It's real, yes it's real love...

*bop bop* It's reee-eal loooo-ve... it's reee-aaaal...

To quote BD, "You know it's gonna be a good day when it's a Friday." How true, indeed :)

The Birdy and The Butterfly

Seizing mini happies and fluttering towards greater things...

Twogether.

The Professor will be in Dataran Merdeka today.

From The Star Online: Taken during a Press Conference at Hilton KL

“I was in Singapore yesterday and I should have taken a car to Kuala Lumpur to see more of the country,” he said with a laugh.

Why KL? WHY?! Come back to the island... come back. *First, B goes to the Emirates Stadium without mua and now this. *sniff*

D.A.M.M.I.T. :(

Of Rob, Knots and Black Roses...

Take your head around the world
See what you get
From your mind
Write your soul down word for word
See who's your friend
Who is kind
It's almost like a disease
I know soon you will be

Over the lies, you'll be strong
You'll be rich in love and you will carry on
But no - oh no
No you won't be mine

Take your straight line for a curve
Make it stretch, the same old line
Try to find if it was worth what you spent
Why you're guilty for the way
You're feeling now
It's almost like being free

And I know soon you will be
Over the lies, you'll be strong
You'll be rich in love and you will carry on
But no - oh no
No you won't be mine

Take yourself out to the curb
Sit and wait
A fool for life
It's almost like a disease
I know soon you will be

Over the lies, you'll be strong
You'll be rich in love and you will carry on
But no - oh no
No you won't be mine

Rob Thomas, in my opinion is a prolific songwriter.

Some of my favourites - 'Ever The Same' which was introduced to me by B :), 'Leave' which IA lent to me but I have since borrowed it to KT, 'Little Wonders', 'You Won't Be Mine' as above, which is his favourite as well and the first single "Her Diamonds' from his latest album, 'cradlesong' (all lowercaps) about his wife, Marisol and her struggle with a rare auto-immune disorder.

In 2004, the Songwriters Hall of Fame awarded Rob its first Starlight Award, recognising young songwriters who have already made a lasting impact in the music industry.

He was asked "Why is your album so damn depressing all the time?" when his songs are doing wonderful, he's married and seems like a happy guy.

"You're writing and as a writer, it's supposed to represent the best and the worst of you at the same time. If you do it in the right way, use it in the right way, then you can just take all your depressing stuff you want and get it out of you and put it down and have a place for it and then you can be a happy guy most of the time, you know you can just go on with your life. If I'm happy I'm just gonna go out and be happy, I'm not gonna write. I only write cos' I'm sitting down and depressed about something."

I'm looking forward to more music from him.

On another note, so glad the weekend is upon us. It has been one heck of a week. Between the circus at work, skin and eye lid problems, tripping and scraping the knees, and getting worked up over something that the heart felt, the weekend will indeed bring about some mini happies (I hope) to help loosen the knots made from Monday to Friday. I shall be tying ribbons instead. Beautiful purple ribbons...

Was surfing for images of purple ribbons to illustrate this post and found this.

Wedding bouquets for gothic weddings. Perfect for Winona if she married BeetleJuice or Edward Scissorhands I reckon. Or Helena Bonham Carter with Sweeney Todd. Hhmm, I am somehow drawn to the black roses. Something different from the usual sweet with a spoonful of sugar bouquets we normally see. Shall I stick to purple tulips when the time comes or..... I wonder what will Mum say. The look on her face will be priceless, no doubt. *chuckle*

I love you Mummy...