Michael Jackson‏

Friday was a sad day for me and Kristine.

Michael Jackson died that day. My pop idol is gone, but his songs will live on.

Memory of Kylie sitting on my shoulders watchig MJ perform in Singapore National Stadium is still vivid in my mind. It was 1993 when Kylie was just 7. Our seats were close to the stage, with maybe 20 rows separating us from the stage. We thought the seats were for, errrrr, sitting. When the show started, everyone in fornt of us got wild and stood up, ON THEIR SEATS!!!!!! No way Kylie could see MJ perform, so the only choice was for her to sit on my shoulders, through the whole show. She ended up with the best seat in the stadium!

Kristine's young heart was broken that day too, by a boy who shares the same school, in the same grade and lives within the same apartment complex. School holidays have started. Kristine called him in the morning to arrange a playtime. It was to be 1pm at his home. Throughout the whole shopping time at Tesco that morning, Kristine was excitedly rushing me to finish shopping so she could be punctual for her 1pm playtime. To save time, our lunch was pastries from Tesco, eaten on the bus ride home. Upon reaching home, I suggested to Kristine to call this boy to make sure he was indeed home. To Kristine's total disappointment, the boy gave her all sorts of excuses not to meet her, including "I am on my way to Hawaii'!!!!

The first time Kristine cried (quietly) into her pillow. A few fatherly words later, Kristine was happy again, taking a video of her toys, her room, her craftwork, with her own narrative.

As Uncle Frank said when Kristine fractured her elbow, "A girl does not grow up without a few broken bones and broken heart".