Michael Jackson's memorial was beautiful. The world was celebrating the life of a man far too great to be described by me. People overcame all barriers of age, color, language and nationality in paying tribute to this musical genius in their own little way.

I remember muttering "Come on, wake up" every time the camera zoomed in on the coffin, willing the King of Pop to jump out and yell "Fooled Yaahh!", until finally I realized that this was really it.

The speeches were warm and the music was incredible. The world was at it's feet today, raising a toast to the man who had given it the divine gift of music for an incredible decade.

And as I saw the millions of people remembering this extraordinary man, I couldn't help but wish for a similar goodbye. Michael's life was so worthwhile, and I'm going to try my hardest to make mine worthwhile too. Otherwise, there's no point to life.. is there?

It's funny how you barely care about something until you realise that there won't be any more of it. Michael Jackson's music, for example. When it became 'uncool' to listen to him, the world discarded his genius - me included. And now that I look back at some of his greatest work like 'Thriller' or 'They Don't Really Care About Us', I realise that all this music was staring me at my face all along, and I only stopped to notice it after the great man walked into the sunset.

So here I am, extending a humble apology to the legend -
I regret ever turning my back at you. Your music will always bring a smile onto my face and I'll never forget your stunning dance moves or those shiny silver socks!