thriller night

'Farrah Fawcett is dead.'
'Michael Jackson, 50, died of cardiac arrest'

i was busy tweeting and updating my Facebook account when i read the news of Farrah Fawcett's death. that was after midnight yesterday, and i immediately re-tweeted the news to my followers and Fawcett fans. i really knew nothing about Farrah, except that he's a former Charlie's angel, and knew most recently the domestic partner of Ryan O'Neal. it would have been too hard for him, and as I put it, a Love Story 2.

Twitter was suddenly flooded with the news of her death. even the seem-to-be-forever number one trending topic #IranElection and the Perez Hilton-Black Eyed Peas issue were set aside to the bottom spots. i thought, after that news, that June was blemished with a curse of celebrity deaths (prior to her death was the passing of Ed McMahon, Johnny Carson's sidekick on The Tonight Show).

no other recent deaths could be more shocking than the King of Pop's sudden, untimely passing. the world was shaken, everything stopped, everyone was dumbfounded. people began to tune in for the latest, hoping that they heard it wrong. Twitter got even more busy as his death aggravated the people's mourning.

i was also shocked. he's still so young, he could even make 2 or 3 more concerts, but his announced last concert in UK would never be and the music he left behind will be relived.

that's how life is. we can never know how it goes and when it'll stop. a lot of surprises and thrills. once you were there, you just have to accept it. for now, doing what we're supposed to do is what matters. life comes and goes, we should live with it while there's still time.