I just had to write this blog. I grew up to his music and I feel very sad that he has passed away. The guy who never wanted to grow up like I do. The only difference is that I had a happy childhood and he doesn't. I really feel for him.

Years before when cable TV were only for the rich, my sister and I would wake up early in the morning to watch some music videos thru a local channel airing VMH (video music hits) and everyday I get to see his video "Remember The Time" which my sister and I immensely enjoyed. My sister started having a crush on him. We would camp out in our parent's bedroom to watch his videos, raided the local video rental shop to borrow the movie Free Willy and sang my lungs out to his song "Will You Be There For Me".
My father would bring back his "History" album as a present from the capital. Those were years ago.

His passing seemed like it was a closing of an era. A chapter that ends. I just felt at lost for words. It feels like time is slipping away from me. I wanted to go back to those happy memories and drown myself, willing time to stop but I know that everything must move forward and so must I.

When Michael married Lisa Marie Presley a lot of people thought it was a sham but to me it wasn't. Look at this picture, do you think two people could possibly fake these smiles? I saw their interview with Diane Sawyer and I really thought they made a great couple and believed that Michael was really devastated after the marriage broke up. He was indeed a lonely man.

Over the years, I also had doubts on whether or not he really did do those bad things to children but nevertheless, Michael was a legend and his passing away made me sad.

I just hope that he'd finally find happiness wherever he is right now-hopefully in heaven with our Father.

When I first saw the promotional ads of this movie at the mall, I got really curious. I decided to buy the book by Sophie Kinsella first before watching the movie. The first book was really addictive and now I'm on the fourth book already. I just can't get enough of Becky Bloomwood like she can't get enough of shopping.


Of course as most of the series followers, I really didn't like the movie that much. I love Isla Fisher and Hugh Dancy but I didn't like how the story has been twisted. It's very cliche for an employee to fall for her boss. It would have been nice if they kept the original story about how Becky uncovered the truth how Janice and Martin was purposely duped by Luke's client. I would have loved to see their showdown on the Morning Coffee enacted. Don't get me wrong, there were certainly good moments in the movie but then sticking to the book would have been better.


 
On fashion,  I kinda imagined her like Carrie in Sex in the City but in the movie I think she had some fashion misses. That bride's maid dress she wore on Suze's wedding would have been better is she didn't have the dalmatian-print jacket.


Speaking of Patricia Field, I'm gonna do an entry on her next time. I just love her fashion.

As I read through the pages, I can't help but get a little paranoid about my spending spree. I just realized that eversince I had my first credit card, my average monthly bill has been progressively increasing. When I got my second credit card, I said to myself, "I'm going to leave my other credit card at home to avoid temptation." Sadly, I find it hard to leave my other credit card because I always think about what will happen if there's an emergency. I don't want myself to be humiliated if ever there was a computer glitch or network problem that they had to decline my card without me having cash. Plus, I never take that much cash on me.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not having any problems with paying my bills. I always pay the full amount on time and I don't want to be a hypocrite. Selling credit cards is my job and I should know how to properly take care of my finances. I don't want to end up like Becky Bloomwood when they found out that she's been giving financial advices when she can't handle her own finances- I don't want to end up as a personal shopper and there's no such thing as personal shopper in this small city.

All in all, I sometimes wish I was Becky Bloomwood. She has the perfect husband, perfect job and lives in London-my dream city. BUT, it's not wise to get carried away because afterall-it's just fiction.