there is light at the end of the tunnel. and it's coming from a train. it just hit me: i am my religion.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

for jacko

dear jacko,

i heard you were and still are famous. good for you. i just saw my blog on mr. francis magalona and i thought, let's say something for mr. mj.

thing is, there's only one song that come's to mind and it has nothing to do with the moonwalk. MAN IN THE MIRROR wrings my poor heart. i love that song.
i'm sorry mr. jackson, unlike mr. francism, you weren't there for me. your songs didn't inspire me coz they were just so damn commercial. no heart. can't relate to anything you said. i'm sorry i can't give you much praise coz you lived in pretension, you actually changed the color of your skin, i can't respect you for that. that was a blatant disrespect of your race. you inspired your fans to embrace superficiality.

oh jacko...

morning/evening prayer

we all know that

Angel of God, my guardian dear, to whom is love, commits me here, etc.

is a morning prayer.

what would you do if you see someone teaching it to his/her kid as an evening prayer?
would you confront the parent and tell him/her it's wrong?
or would you rather not budge, besides it's not your kid?