This Is It. I cried.

Sorry if I used English again, but hell, I thought that because I was going to tell you about an American movie, English would be better.

I've just watched This Is It with my mother this afternoon. All I could say was that the movie was totally great. I know that it was only a documentary and a lot of other people got bored even before it was finished, but I felt that it was really awesome. Michael was there. He danced. He sang. He smiled. He looked so energetic. All I could think of at the time was: That couldn't be him. He couldn't possibly be dead. The body inside the golden casket was not him. In the first ten minutes, I cried already. I couldn't help it. My tears fell pretty easily.

I was relieved that in the movie he did not sing You Are Not Alone. If he did, I would've cried so much. It was my favorite song. The song was my companion. It was always with me every time I was happy or sad. I listened to it when I felt lonely and whenever I wished for someone to come.

From that movie, I learned that:

• Michael was a humble and noble person. I strongly believe he had never sexually abused a child or molested a child. That couldn't be him.
• He was a very serious musician. He would always tell the music director or back singers or whatever to make some change when he felt that the music was too fast, too slow, too high, or just... imperfect.
• He respected everybody.
• I loved him so much.

When he sang the song I Just Can't Stop Loving You, I almost cried again. Well, my eyes were wet already but my tears didn't fall down. It reminded me of my own self.

I love you, Michael Jackson. Always have and always will.