Oh Puffy Eyes T_T
Ever since last night, I've certainly done my share of crying. Last night I poured over childhood blog entries and letters of the past. Today I cried through hours of media coverage of Michael Jackson's memorial service. Yes, I'm an emotional person XD
I'm sure people have had enough about MJ and the coverage. For me and some of my friends, it meant a lot to us. I can't tell you their stories, but I can tell you mine. Growing up in a typical traditional chinese family, there was no such thing as friends. You went to school, you came back from school. No extra-curricular activities, no birthday parties, no slumber parties, no concerts, no hanging out at friends' houses. Shut out from the world, I only had the internet from time to time, my video games, and music. These things was my world. MJ's music was my world, the only world I really knew back then. Depression was part of everyday life, however when listening to his music, it took me away from my troubles for a bit. Everyday I listened to his music and watched his videos. He was literally and indirectly a part of my life. To see his memorial was very touching. I believe the part that pretty much got everyone was at the very end when his daughter Paris wanted to speak. If that didn't break you, my gawd...
Today I also wrote in a special blog. While this LJ blog is the main one I blog on, I have never felt that I could express my deepest feelings here. Today, I wrote in a blog that only three people share. It's a very old blog but it holds the purest feelings us three could ever write down in words. It's a blog hard to find online, for a while I couldn't even find it. But... I'm glad I did and I'm glad that I could still write there. I'm sure some of you are like "what the hell is she trying to write?" but a blog is for thoughts and memories. Not everything written is for the public. While this may not make sense to you guys, in another few years, it may just jog my memory because I want to remember something important.
I'm sure people have had enough about MJ and the coverage. For me and some of my friends, it meant a lot to us. I can't tell you their stories, but I can tell you mine. Growing up in a typical traditional chinese family, there was no such thing as friends. You went to school, you came back from school. No extra-curricular activities, no birthday parties, no slumber parties, no concerts, no hanging out at friends' houses. Shut out from the world, I only had the internet from time to time, my video games, and music. These things was my world. MJ's music was my world, the only world I really knew back then. Depression was part of everyday life, however when listening to his music, it took me away from my troubles for a bit. Everyday I listened to his music and watched his videos. He was literally and indirectly a part of my life. To see his memorial was very touching. I believe the part that pretty much got everyone was at the very end when his daughter Paris wanted to speak. If that didn't break you, my gawd...
Today I also wrote in a special blog. While this LJ blog is the main one I blog on, I have never felt that I could express my deepest feelings here. Today, I wrote in a blog that only three people share. It's a very old blog but it holds the purest feelings us three could ever write down in words. It's a blog hard to find online, for a while I couldn't even find it. But... I'm glad I did and I'm glad that I could still write there. I'm sure some of you are like "what the hell is she trying to write?" but a blog is for thoughts and memories. Not everything written is for the public. While this may not make sense to you guys, in another few years, it may just jog my memory because I want to remember something important.