从台北到北京

We lament the loss of Michael Jackson, but it is only after his death that we begin to grieve and hail him as the "King of Pop". We did hail so for a while in the 80's and 90's, until he was scandalized and we started calling him Wacko Jacko instead.

On a separate note, my appraisal of Jacky Wu is "成功的主持，失败的歌手". He started out as a singer but succeeded only in hosting. He is now an accomplished compere, but this comes at the price of forgoing and deviating from his earlier dream to be a successful singer and more significantly, his image as well. He is known by skeptics and anti-fans as a clown and flirt. Few would recognize him as a comedian in his own right (come on, if he is all so polite, serious, or uptight, how can we expect his programmes to be funny?). We tend to forget the amount of fun and entertainment that we have derived from his variety shows. I think we should at least credit him for having spotted and groomed Jay Chou, whose music we all enjoy. Jacky Wu's very last album will be out in July. This sounds like a more fortunate end (a self-induced/terminated one that is) to his lustrous and illustrious career.

Why must we take things for granted? Why not treasure instead of mourn? Fans who don't voice out their support until their idol is gone are not true fans at all. They are just 事后孔明！

One scandal erases all contributions of the artiste. The society suffers from a low tolerance for mistakes, which it makes spectacles of. The society is also deviod of basic civility and humility. Failure of capitalism, education, parental guidance, or religion?

It is so paradoxical that death yields nothing but the remembrance of the had-lived.

Convenience versus Going-the-extra-mile. That's the difference.

I'm leaving all these man. Had enough of such nonsense. Bye!