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Angelica woke up from her multicolored polka dot cama after hearing raucous in the hallway por her room. She peaked her head outside and took a look. Of course, it was two of her cousins, Royal and Jaffar, and her sister, Paris, laughing at some YouTube video they were watching on Paris’s computer, and to make matters worse, at 4 in the morning. Angelica became angry that she had awoken so early for such complete toro crap, as she called it. Angelica particularly didn’t like to swear, to any degree, but sometimes the circumstances pushed her to do so.
She made her way over to Paris’s room.
“Paris,” she said, “It’s four in the morning. Do tu guys ever sleep?”
“Since when do tu care?” replied Paris. Angelica was not about to put up with más snotty remarks from her sister, so she answered clearly and in a straightforward manner.
“Look, Paris. Either tu and your cousins pipe down, o I’ll shut down your computer, unhook it, and place it in my room where it will have a perfect home,” replied Angelica, feeling slightly like she had outdone herself considering she was usually too shy to even walk over to Paris’s room, let alone scold her.
This would have been a fine gesture, considering Angelica did not have a computer in her room and had to use the one in her grandmother’s room which the adults were always taking up.
“You don’t scare us.” replied Paris.
Angelica felt hopeless. She stayed quiet and put her head down and walked to her room.
“One día I will. One día I will.” Angelica replied to herself.
Angelica laid back in cama and looker out her window, then looked at the collection of copper colored ponies on one of her shelves. She has been collecting them practically since she lived at Neverland. Back when she was happy. Back when she respected.
She went over to her mirror and let her beautiful, long, curly hair out of her scrunchy. Then she sat in her naranja chair and wrote in her diary some more.
Then it hit her.
There was supposed to be a special visitor at Hayvenhurst today. She looked at the planner in her diary for the day, which was June 23rd, 2011. She was shocked when she saw what was written for the day.
Oprah. Oprah Winfrey was supposed to visit their house today. She had remembered her and her siblings would be interviewed. On live television. In front of millions upon millions of viewers. Just the thought of all the cameras made her feel sick. Her stomach did somersaults. Angelica then ran into her bathroom and puked. When she had the energy to get her head out of the toilet, she looked at herself in the mirror , seeing fear. Desperation. “I can do this.” She dicho to herself. “I can do this.”
A few hours later, Oprah arrived at the estate. Angelica was just finishing getting ready, putting on her favorito! casual outfit, shaking in her skin, when she heard the door open. Her siblings and cousins were downstairs.
“Hey guys!” dicho Oprah. “I’m so happy to see you!”
Angelica opened her bedroom door slightly and looked out. Oprah was greeting her family.
“Hey, where’s Angelica?” dicho Oprah.
Angelia swallowed and continued to listen to what was going on.
“Oh, she’s just in her room, as usual. She has nothing interesting to say anyway.” dicho Paris.
Oprah looked confused. “Oh…she..she.. doesn’t?”
“Nope.” dicho Paris. “She’s really rather lazy and she doesn’t want to continue the family legacy. She’s just kinda there. She has got to go.”
Oprah gave a shocking expression. “Well then. Uhm..lets get the interview started I suppose.”
Angelica closed her door and sat against it. Tears welling up in her eyes. She couldn’t believe that her sister would have dicho such a thing in front of Oprah. She grasped her diary and hugged it. She opened it and started to write. She opened up a page and titled it “And She Was Gone.” A new poem she was writing. A teardrop fell on the page as she thought of a couplet to write on the paper.
“ANGELICA! OPRAH IS HERE!” her grandfather shouted from the foyer.
Angelica made her way downstairs, couplets and rhymes about her life racing through her head.
Angelica woke up from her multicolored polka dot cama after hearing raucous in the hallway por her room. She peaked her head outside and took a look. Of course, it was two of her cousins, Royal and Jaffar, and her sister, Paris, laughing at some YouTube video they were watching on Paris’s computer, and to make matters worse, at 4 in the morning. Angelica became angry that she had awoken so early for such complete toro crap, as she called it. Angelica particularly didn’t like to swear, to any degree, but sometimes the circumstances pushed her to do so.
She made her way over to Paris’s room.
“Paris,” she said, “It’s four in the morning. Do tu guys ever sleep?”
“Since when do tu care?” replied Paris. Angelica was not about to put up with más snotty remarks from her sister, so she answered clearly and in a straightforward manner.
“Look, Paris. Either tu and your cousins pipe down, o I’ll shut down your computer, unhook it, and place it in my room where it will have a perfect home,” replied Angelica, feeling slightly like she had outdone herself considering she was usually too shy to even walk over to Paris’s room, let alone scold her.
This would have been a fine gesture, considering Angelica did not have a computer in her room and had to use the one in her grandmother’s room which the adults were always taking up.
“You don’t scare us.” replied Paris.
Angelica felt hopeless. She stayed quiet and put her head down and walked to her room.
“One día I will. One día I will.” Angelica replied to herself.
Angelica laid back in cama and looker out her window, then looked at the collection of copper colored ponies on one of her shelves. She has been collecting them practically since she lived at Neverland. Back when she was happy. Back when she respected.
She went over to her mirror and let her beautiful, long, curly hair out of her scrunchy. Then she sat in her naranja chair and wrote in her diary some more.
Then it hit her.
There was supposed to be a special visitor at Hayvenhurst today. She looked at the planner in her diary for the day, which was June 23rd, 2011. She was shocked when she saw what was written for the day.
Oprah. Oprah Winfrey was supposed to visit their house today. She had remembered her and her siblings would be interviewed. On live television. In front of millions upon millions of viewers. Just the thought of all the cameras made her feel sick. Her stomach did somersaults. Angelica then ran into her bathroom and puked. When she had the energy to get her head out of the toilet, she looked at herself in the mirror , seeing fear. Desperation. “I can do this.” She dicho to herself. “I can do this.”
A few hours later, Oprah arrived at the estate. Angelica was just finishing getting ready, putting on her favorito! casual outfit, shaking in her skin, when she heard the door open. Her siblings and cousins were downstairs.
“Hey guys!” dicho Oprah. “I’m so happy to see you!”
Angelica opened her bedroom door slightly and looked out. Oprah was greeting her family.
“Hey, where’s Angelica?” dicho Oprah.
Angelia swallowed and continued to listen to what was going on.
“Oh, she’s just in her room, as usual. She has nothing interesting to say anyway.” dicho Paris.
Oprah looked confused. “Oh…she..she.. doesn’t?”
“Nope.” dicho Paris. “She’s really rather lazy and she doesn’t want to continue the family legacy. She’s just kinda there. She has got to go.”
Oprah gave a shocking expression. “Well then. Uhm..lets get the interview started I suppose.”
Angelica closed her door and sat against it. Tears welling up in her eyes. She couldn’t believe that her sister would have dicho such a thing in front of Oprah. She grasped her diary and hugged it. She opened it and started to write. She opened up a page and titled it “And She Was Gone.” A new poem she was writing. A teardrop fell on the page as she thought of a couplet to write on the paper.
“ANGELICA! OPRAH IS HERE!” her grandfather shouted from the foyer.
Angelica made her way downstairs, couplets and rhymes about her life racing through her head.
1.YoyoJackson
2.MJJJ29fan
3.Sanuce
4.Nahtania Jackson
5.Niks Adnks
6.MJpeterpan
7.Koolkat-1994
8.Iluvmj54
YoyoJackson: I amor tu sis very much!!!!!
Nahtania Jackson: I amor tu sis soo much!! MJJJ29fan: I amor tu sis soo so much!!!
Niks Adnks: I amor tu sis alot!!!!!
MJpeterpan: I amor tu sis very much. but u almost the best sister!!!
Koolkat-1994: I amor tu sis!!!. Keep michaeling
iluvmj54: I amor tu sis. even sometimes u get on my nerve (jk)!!.
Sanuce:I amor tu very very very much. tu are the best sister.
Natasa: I amor tu every single day. U always make me happy. I will always be por ur side forever. Sisters forever!!
I.... Irrisistable
C......Cute
H.....Handsome
A......Adorable
E......Excellent
L......Lovable
J.......Jaw dropping
A......Awesome
C.......Cuddly
K.......Kissable
S.......Sexy
O.......Oh my God
N......Neverland
My beautiful Michael
tu are my whole life
If tu were alive
I would amor to be your wife
My corazón deeply sighs
When I see your beautiful brown eyes
My corazón beats at a faster pace
When I gaze at your breathtaking face
I will amor tu forever
My corazón will leave tu never×××××
Michael was a very good and sensitive.He loved nature and animals, but above all he loved children.It was a generous nature, has helped many children to solve health problems.When I feel tired, I think Michael and his ambition that made everything come out perfect.Then I mobilize myself.I find the strength to work on and make everything better.
His songs are diverse: some energetic and más sensitive.But all are attributed to the idea that people are equal, tu should amor and protect nature, children and animals.
Even if Michael Jackson died he will always live in my corazón and memory of those who loved him, respected him as a musician and dancer talent, and they valued the sensitivity, generosity and strength work.
His songs are diverse: some energetic and más sensitive.But all are attributed to the idea that people are equal, tu should amor and protect nature, children and animals.
Even if Michael Jackson died he will always live in my corazón and memory of those who loved him, respected him as a musician and dancer talent, and they valued the sensitivity, generosity and strength work.
She dances to his needs
She dances ’til he feels just right
Until he falls asleep
She dances at the crack of dawn
And quickly cooks his food
She can’t be late, can’t take too long
The kids must get to school
[Chorus: (2x)]
She’s a slave to the rhythm
She’s a slave to the rhythm of
She’s a slave to the rhythm
She’s a slave to the rhythm of
The rhythm of love, the rhythm of love
She dances for the man at work
Who works her all the time
She dances so, and she says so
“I must be inicial tonight”
She dances to the cocina stove
cena is served por nine
She says this comida is the power
She must be out her mind…
She works so hard, just to make her way
For a man who just don’t appreciate
And don’t know it takes
And was all in vain
…
She danced the night
That they fell out
She swore she’d dance no more
But then she did, she did not quit
And she ran out the door
…
MICHAEL JACKSON
The only man in the world who I can truly say I love
The man who spread the message of peace like a dove
He is in my heart, my soul, my body, my mind
His precious aura left my eyes blind
Because he was yours and mine
And I can't imagine to leave him behind
I amor tu THEN, NOW & FOREVER!
Just know that I'll never let tu go
MICHAEL JACKSON IS MY ANGEL!!!
Michael taught me how to love, how to smile in difficult times. He taught me everything, he will always be my angel, I amor tu Michael. God bless you.
The siguiente día Michael dicho " Hannah sweetheart wake up" Hannah didnt wake up Michael dicho " Hannah wake up" Michael dicho " baby Isabella wake up" Isabella dicho " yes what happen?" Michael dicho " Hannah isn't waking up" Isabella dicho " baby take Hannah take her to hospital" Hannah dicho " daddy daddy" Michael OMG Hannah what happen?" Hannah dicho " i had a bad dream daddy" Michael dicho " what happen in the dream" Hannah dicho " Daddy i saw monsters trynna to get me" Michael dicho " it be ok Hannah me and Isabella are here ok tu don't have to worry about ok Hannah" Hannah dicho " ok Daddy" so the rest of the día was fun family time together it was nice and sweet then Hannah was fast sleep and Michael dicho " so baby what do u want do tonight u want watch a movie" Isabella dicho " idk " Michael dicho " ok i am go sleep " Isabella dicho " alright baby " kiss goodnight . to be contuine
published: Date: 16 October 2009
By: Staff Reporter
NEWBRIDGE
Sliverware are presenting Michael Jackson-The Tribute ''A Once In a Lifetime Exhibition at the Museum of Style iconos from October 24-November 2009.
On June 25,2009,the world came to a sudden standstill in reactionn to the news of the untimely death of the greatest entertainer of all time-Michael Jackson.
Thus free tribute exhibit will showcase the most iconic property from the career of the King of Pop and includes unique memorabilia gifted from Michael to his friends and family. These pieces have never before been on public display.
The highlight in the exhibit is Michael Jackson's iconic white glove,from his 1983 performance of Billie Jean at the Motown 25 televisión special where he performed the moonwalk for the first time. Michael gifted this guante to Walter Orange,one considered one of the most iconic pieces of Michael Jackson.
Once tu came and knocked at my heart
your smile so brilliant, your eyes so smart
Just for tu is all my love
tu are a gift sent from above
Treasures are rare in life, it's true
I'm the blessed one 'cause I found you
My life was nothing until that day
please now tell me that tu are here to stay
tu already know how I feel
tu can see it is for real
And there's no way to explain
I don't want to try in vain
Nobody told me about love, no
only tu taught me all what I know
A fantastical miracle that's what tu are
even más precious than a twinkling star
Can tu hear me Michael? My beautiful lover
here I promise tu my amor forever.
Michael, we remember and appreciate
as tu gave happiness to others ...
He did not like everything
He was alone in the whole wide world
He taught us to be kinder
He appealed to protect the planet.
Appreciate the love, doing good
contempt for revenge
forgave the insult, he loved life,
Preserved word of honor.
His eyes filled with deep
unearthly warmth
In his eyes concealed life
a hard life.
About him in the newspapers wrote
Just slander and lies
he wanted to humiliate,
What magazine did not take.
Michael is gone forever,
Nobody really does not return
He remained in the hearts
He's never in them will not die.
día passes for the día ...
I still want to find the answer:
Why do people appreciate
When they are no longer close?
PS
I know Michael, your life is not in vain
tu just wanted to give children the happiness
tu tried to awaken within us human
You'll always be king of the 20 th century!
as tu gave happiness to others ...
He did not like everything
He was alone in the whole wide world
He taught us to be kinder
He appealed to protect the planet.
Appreciate the love, doing good
contempt for revenge
forgave the insult, he loved life,
Preserved word of honor.
His eyes filled with deep
unearthly warmth
In his eyes concealed life
a hard life.
About him in the newspapers wrote
Just slander and lies
he wanted to humiliate,
What magazine did not take.
Michael is gone forever,
Nobody really does not return
He remained in the hearts
He's never in them will not die.
día passes for the día ...
I still want to find the answer:
Why do people appreciate
When they are no longer close?
PS
I know Michael, your life is not in vain
tu just wanted to give children the happiness
tu tried to awaken within us human
You'll always be king of the 20 th century!