The mailman delivered my copy of Michael Jackson's Vision today. Coming utama in a winter storm, I found the package hanging from the door handle in a rubber band and I smiled like a little kid on Christmas.
With my cheeks still blushing from the cold I opened it and seeing the holograms of the cover my smile got even broader. I was happy the casing was made with such quality detail and it brought back many happy memories. Then my smile froze. There was a promotion sticker on the cover. It read: "The Definitive DVD Collection." Definitive. As in never again, ever no more, no further. And so the sadness overtook me again and I couldn't menanggung, bear to watch it. I have been hoping for this sort of collection for many, many years, lebih atau less since my VHS copies of "The making of Thriller" and "Moonwalker" became obsolete. But not like this.
I have been furious about the media hype and all posthumous "products". I was pahit and saw those involved all as greedy and disrespectful, dancing on MJ's grave for money. But the same hype opened the eyes of a whole new generation of MJ peminat-peminat and how can I not adore anda all? In July 2009 I saw two kids in the street, maximum ten years of age, trying to Moonwalk and spin on their toes. It truly warmed my heart.
I thought the idea of immediately turning MJ into a video game without his approval was an utter disgrace. Now I think of all these kids having a blast dancing to this video game and I see no harm.
When the info started leaking about the "Michael" album I started cringing again. I somehow thought the 10 planned albums were just a hoax, it just sounded too insane to me. Breaking News broke my heart. I was devastated, to me they were plundering MJ's grave. But then Hold My Hand was released and it did have a sparkle of Michael's Cinta and magic and I was in tears, tears of happiness and tears of loss. I wish it would just end here. Michael gave us so much, he gave to the point where he was on his bare knees, out of breath and with a broken heart. Why can't it just be enough? Why does the money industry have to turn him into a Lost soul, releasing new material as if he was still here? Yet I see here on this spot how anda my fellow fans, are so happy and excited and I don't want to take that away from anda and I have no doubt anda Cinta MJ as much as I do, in your way.
I have been a die-hard peminat of MJ since I was 13, defending him in all ways possible. He has had an endless impact on my life and I was inconsolable when he passed. I struggle because deep in my hati, tengah-tengah I am so afraid Michael would disapprove of this legacy circus, that he would feel robbed and manipulated. And even so I cave in and consume all this I'm being fed in his memory.
I stare at the snowstorm outside and I feel like a hypocrite.
With my cheeks still blushing from the cold I opened it and seeing the holograms of the cover my smile got even broader. I was happy the casing was made with such quality detail and it brought back many happy memories. Then my smile froze. There was a promotion sticker on the cover. It read: "The Definitive DVD Collection." Definitive. As in never again, ever no more, no further. And so the sadness overtook me again and I couldn't menanggung, bear to watch it. I have been hoping for this sort of collection for many, many years, lebih atau less since my VHS copies of "The making of Thriller" and "Moonwalker" became obsolete. But not like this.
I have been furious about the media hype and all posthumous "products". I was pahit and saw those involved all as greedy and disrespectful, dancing on MJ's grave for money. But the same hype opened the eyes of a whole new generation of MJ peminat-peminat and how can I not adore anda all? In July 2009 I saw two kids in the street, maximum ten years of age, trying to Moonwalk and spin on their toes. It truly warmed my heart.
I thought the idea of immediately turning MJ into a video game without his approval was an utter disgrace. Now I think of all these kids having a blast dancing to this video game and I see no harm.
When the info started leaking about the "Michael" album I started cringing again. I somehow thought the 10 planned albums were just a hoax, it just sounded too insane to me. Breaking News broke my heart. I was devastated, to me they were plundering MJ's grave. But then Hold My Hand was released and it did have a sparkle of Michael's Cinta and magic and I was in tears, tears of happiness and tears of loss. I wish it would just end here. Michael gave us so much, he gave to the point where he was on his bare knees, out of breath and with a broken heart. Why can't it just be enough? Why does the money industry have to turn him into a Lost soul, releasing new material as if he was still here? Yet I see here on this spot how anda my fellow fans, are so happy and excited and I don't want to take that away from anda and I have no doubt anda Cinta MJ as much as I do, in your way.
I have been a die-hard peminat of MJ since I was 13, defending him in all ways possible. He has had an endless impact on my life and I was inconsolable when he passed. I struggle because deep in my hati, tengah-tengah I am so afraid Michael would disapprove of this legacy circus, that he would feel robbed and manipulated. And even so I cave in and consume all this I'm being fed in his memory.
I stare at the snowstorm outside and I feel like a hypocrite.
- 1 empty bottle propofol 200 mg
- 1 pulse monometer
- 1 empty vial lorazepam 4 mg
- 2 empty vials midazolam 10mg
- 1 empty vial propofol 1g/100ml
- 1 black nylon bag
- 1 dark blue costco bag
- 1 light blue canvas bag
- 1 pill bottle with 13 tablets containing 25 mg ephedrine, 200 mg caffeine, 80 mg aspirin
- 4 vials propofol 200mg/20ml
- 2 vials 5 mg flumazenil
- 1 vial lorazepam
- 1 vial lidocane
- 200mg vials of propofol (1 full, 1 1/4 full)
- 1 empty bag I.V. drip of sodium chloride with syringe
- 1 ziplock baggy containing 18 tubes of Benoquin
Note that one of the items seized was a canvas bag. Bodyguard Alberto Alvarez told cops Dr. Murray told him to put vials of propofol in a plastic bag and put that bag in a canvas bag.
I Cinta you, Michael :(