I guess God's way too excited to watch Michael Jackson perform in London next month, from above. So he's decided that he attends to serious business and pulls MJ off the earth and make MJ perform in heaven. Right in front of God and all the other angels. Who are most probably big fans of MJ's.

What a blow huh. Tough luck man, tough luck.

Life's short, so make the most of it now. If you're a virgin, go have sex now. If you're a vegetarian, go have some beef. It really tastes awesome. I meant the beef tastes awesome, not erm, the erm, sex? Okay sex is awesome to a certain extent. Not that I'd know much of it. Really. Hmm. Awkward.

I've been hooked onto BBC and CNN just awaiting the report of MJ's autopsy result. I suddenly feel so intelligent but this is serious shit. He's not dead. He's not dead. He's not dead. He's not dead. He's not dead.

Somehow, I think I felt it coming. Last night, I went to bed at 1am. But I didn't sleep. I texted Jin for awhile until she fell asleep. Thanks a lot Jin. I got up, turned on the lights and played some Solitaire and Bubble Breaker on my phone. I couldn't sleep. Then, I faced towards the window and I realised the sun has already risen. Then, I fell asleep.

My mum came into the room in the morning and told me "Michael Jackson died." and I replied "Uhh." I wasn't being ignorant, I was half asleep. When I woke up few hours later, I jumped out of my bed, flipped open the laptop, turned on the tv and looked for news of MJ's "supposed" death.

I ran out to the living room (cause there's cable) and tuned in to BBC and CNN simultaneously. My mother was right. She wasn't lying. I was sad. Deep inside, I wished Ashton Kutcher would pop up and go "YOU JUST GOT PUNK'D SUCKAS!" and then MJ'd stil be alive. Oh well.

Farrah Fawcett has also passed due to cancer.

God, who else more are you going to take with you? Only time will tell.

Chao.