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Angelica woke up from her multicolored polka dot letto after hearing raucous in the hallway da 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 te guys ever sleep?”
“Since when do te care?” replied Paris. Angelica was not about to put up with più snotty remarks from her sister, so she answered clearly and in a straightforward manner.
“Look, Paris. Either te 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 giorno I will. One giorno I will.” Angelica replied to herself.
Angelica laid back in letto 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 arancia, arancio 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 detto to herself. “I can do this.”
A few hours later, Oprah arrived at the estate. Angelica was just finishing getting ready, putting on her preferito casual outfit, shaking in her skin, when she heard the door open. Her siblings and cousins were downstairs.
“Hey guys!” detto 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?” detto 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.” detto Paris.
Oprah looked confused. “Oh…she..she.. doesn’t?”
“Nope.” detto 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 detto 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 letto after hearing raucous in the hallway da 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 te guys ever sleep?”
“Since when do te care?” replied Paris. Angelica was not about to put up with più snotty remarks from her sister, so she answered clearly and in a straightforward manner.
“Look, Paris. Either te 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 giorno I will. One giorno I will.” Angelica replied to herself.
Angelica laid back in letto 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 arancia, arancio 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 detto to herself. “I can do this.”
A few hours later, Oprah arrived at the estate. Angelica was just finishing getting ready, putting on her preferito casual outfit, shaking in her skin, when she heard the door open. Her siblings and cousins were downstairs.
“Hey guys!” detto 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?” detto 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.” detto Paris.
Oprah looked confused. “Oh…she..she.. doesn’t?”
“Nope.” detto 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 detto 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 Amore te sis very much!!!!!
Nahtania Jackson: I Amore te sis soo much!! MJJJ29fan: I Amore te sis soo so much!!!
Niks Adnks: I Amore te sis alot!!!!!
MJpeterpan: I Amore te sis very much. but u almost the best sister!!!
Koolkat-1994: I Amore te sis!!!. Keep michaeling
iluvmj54: I Amore te sis. even sometimes u get on my nerve (jk)!!.
Sanuce:I Amore te very very very much. te are the best sister.
Natasa: I Amore te every single day. U always make me happy. I will always be da 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
te are my whole life
If te were alive
I would Amore to be your wife
My cuore deeply sighs
When I see your beautiful brown eyes
My cuore beats at a faster pace
When I gaze at your breathtaking face
I will Amore te forever
My cuore will leave te 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 più sensitive.But all are attributed to the idea that people are equal, te should Amore and protect nature, children and animals.
Even if Michael Jackson died he will always live in my cuore 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 più sensitive.But all are attributed to the idea that people are equal, te should Amore and protect nature, children and animals.
Even if Michael Jackson died he will always live in my cuore 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 home tonight”
She dances to the cucina stove
cena is served da nine
She says this Cibo 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 Amore te THEN, NOW & FOREVER!
Just know that I'll never let te 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 Amore te Michael. God bless you.
The successivo giorno Michael detto " Hannah sweetheart wake up" Hannah didnt wake up Michael detto " Hannah wake up" Michael detto " baby Isabella wake up" Isabella detto " yes what happen?" Michael detto " Hannah isn't waking up" Isabella detto " baby take Hannah take her to hospital" Hannah detto " daddy daddy" Michael OMG Hannah what happen?" Hannah detto " i had a bad dream daddy" Michael detto " what happen in the dream" Hannah detto " Daddy i saw monsters trynna to get me" Michael detto " it be ok Hannah me and Isabella are here ok te don't have to worry about ok Hannah" Hannah detto " ok Daddy" so the rest of the giorno was fun family time together it was nice and sweet then Hannah was fast sleep and Michael detto " so baby what do u want do tonight u want watch a movie" Isabella detto " idk " Michael detto " ok i am go sleep " Isabella detto " alright baby " baciare 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 icone 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 Televisione special where he performed the moonwalk for the first time. Michael gifted this guanto to Walter Orange,one considered one of the most iconic pieces of Michael Jackson.
Once te came and knocked at my heart
your smile so brilliant, your eyes so smart
Just for te is all my love
te 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 te are here to stay
te already know how I feel
te 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 te taught me all what I know
A fantastical miracle that's what te are
even più precious than a twinkling star
Can te hear me Michael? My beautiful lover
here I promise te my Amore forever.
Michael, we remember and appreciate
as te 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.
giorno passes for the giorno ...
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
te just wanted to give children the happiness
te tried to awaken within us human
You'll always be king of the 20 th century!
as te 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.
giorno passes for the giorno ...
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
te just wanted to give children the happiness
te tried to awaken within us human
You'll always be king of the 20 th century!