It’s so bizarre. This morning, Jimbo heard the song ‘I’m bad’ on the radio and wondered when is Michael Jackson gonna make a comeback, clean up his image, lift himself out of the financial woes and reassert himself as the ‘King of Pop’ again.
And then, on the news over the radio, the newsreader grimly announced, “Micheal Jackson has died”!
Huh?
How?
Jimbo was never much of a MJ fan. He didn’t get his music nor could he moonwalk to save his life (everyone, except Jimbo, were walking backwards those days) but MJ defined much of Jimbo’s generation. Whenever he hears an MJ song, memories of his teenage years would come rushing into his mind.
And now, he’s gone and left behind a whole bunch of inferior imitators.
Sigh…
As if that’s not enough bad news, the darn newsreader went on to say, “Farah Fawcett lost her battle with cancer”.
Huh?
How?
“Once upon a time, there were 3 little girls who went to the police academy….
But I took them away…
And now they work for me…
My name is Charlie..”
Who could forget the opening lines of the hit TV show of yesteryear: CHARLIE’S ANGELS
Farah was the reason Jimbo watched Charlie’s Angels much like Megan Fox was the reason why Jimbo watched Transformers! Before Megan, there was Farah. Those days, TV shows (at least in Malaysia) do not show slow-mo sequence of bouncing mammaries but one smile from Farah was enough and Jimbo was hooked! She didn’t need to bounce any glands. 
Another icon gone.
Double sigh…
Mercifully, Jimbo received a letter this morning informing him that his article has been accepted for publication.
Small comfort to mitigate a big big loss.
Fri, 260609 @ 0750; will try to moonwalk to work today.
