Yesterday was not a good day. Upon waking up, I heard the tragic news of the King of Pop, Michael Jackson. I was a fan of his. I was one of the fortunates who went to his concert in Brunei and witnessed his majestic performance with the all time favourite crotch-touching dance and the moon walk. His performances and songs will never be forgotten. He is a true King.
But life goes on, I have to put the emotions aside and make my way to Dataran Merdeka, Kuala Lumpur to collect my marathon race pack. I hate the public transport in Malaysia. Upon reaching, there it was, hundreds of people already lining up for the collection. Fuck.


