where michael lives.....
Michael didnt know how long he had been asleep when he began to hear what sounded like furniture being moved around. Michael quickly got out of letto and went to investigate. He walked into his living room to see almost all of his furniture chairs, divano and end tables up against his door leading out of the apartment and Tataina looking franctically out the window. "What in the hell is going on here?" Michael asked. "They're after me!" Tatania cried. "Who's after you?" Michael asked. "Them...the one's that attacked me!" Tataina sobbed. Michael walked over to her and embraced her. "It's okay...your sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza here trust me, those guys will not find you." Michael detto calmly. Tataina eventually quit crying. "I'm sorry if im just being a total pain in the ass." , "No your not okay...now lets sposta back the furniture and ill go get us some take out sound good?" Michael asked. Tataina nodded as they began to sposta the furniture back to where it belonged.
"Are te sure you'll be find here da yourself?" Michael asked Tataina one last time before he was going to head out the door to get dinner. "I'll be fine, thanks for asking." Tataina replied. "Well okay ill be back as son as i can." Michael detto as he walked out the door and locked it before walking to his car, for extra percaution. Michael drove to the restuant and got their food,as he was leaving he looked over and saw the exact same man he saw attack Tataina. Michael quickly got into his car and drove off. The whole way back home all michael could think was "I hope he didnt see me." Now michael understood why Tataina was so afraid of him. Michael then detto to himself. " will do anything to protect this girl..." Michael thought. Just then he pulled up to his apartment building and walked up to his apartment. After unlocking the door he walked in and closed the door. "That was fast." Tataina replied as she got up and followed michael to the kitchen. "Told te i wasnt going to be gone long." Michael replied not even looking her in the eye. "Smells good." Tataina detto as she took a deep sniff. "Oohh i Amore chinesse food!" Tataina detto happily. Michael gave her a quick smile then looked away. "Hey...is something bothering you?" Tataina asked. Michael looked up quickly, "No im fine, why would te think something's wrong?" Michael asked. "I dont know te just seem a little down...thats all." , "Well glad for the consideration, but im fine really." Michael lied. "Why dont te go start a movie and ill be there in just a minute." Michael sugguested. "Okay fine da me." Tataina detto as she took her plate and her drink into the living room. Michael sat there in the cucina for a brief moment. "I just lied to her...but what was i suppose to do...say oh tataina while at the restuant i ran into the guy that tried to beat te to a bloodly heap and he wanted me to tell te hi...yea like im really going to tell her that." Michael thought to himself as he finished making him a plate. He then grabbed a fork and a drink before walking into his living room to see that Tataina had just put on the moive "The Lucky One" Starring Zac Efron. "Have te ever seen this movie?" Tataina asked michael." No i havent." Michael replied. "Oh well its about how a man tries to find this woman who he believes was his good luck charm while he was fighting in iraq." Tataina explained. "Sounds like a good moive." Michael answered. With that they sat quietly as they ate and watched the moive.............
part 3 coming soon!
michael walking up to his apartment.....
Jayla standing outside michael's trailor
my beautiful michael
Sorry,I couldn't find any picture with all of them.He is so funny and cute in this one!:))
With the two-year anniversary of Michael Jackson's death approaching -- one helicopter company is giving fan the chance to pay their respects ... da raining fiori down around Neverland ... mid-flight.
The 30-minute Channel Island Helicopter flights are set to take off June 24th and 25th -- exactly two years since Jackson died after a Propofol-induced cardiac arrest.
During the flight, passengers are encouraged to honor the late entertainer da chucking his preferito fiore -- a red rose -- out of the helicopter mid-flight ... over nearby Zaca Peak.
A rep for the helicopter company tell us -- fan are super excited for the aerial tour ... saying they feel it will bring them "closer to heaven" ... and closer to Michael.
The 30-minute Channel Island Helicopter flights are set to take off June 24th and 25th -- exactly two years since Jackson died after a Propofol-induced cardiac arrest.
During the flight, passengers are encouraged to honor the late entertainer da chucking his preferito fiore -- a red rose -- out of the helicopter mid-flight ... over nearby Zaca Peak.
A rep for the helicopter company tell us -- fan are super excited for the aerial tour ... saying they feel it will bring them "closer to heaven" ... and closer to Michael.
Ryan White, symbol of justice
o child of innocence, messenger of love
Where are te now, where have te gone?
Ryan White, I miss your sunny days
We carelessly frolicked in extended plays
I miss you, Ryan White
I miss your smile, innocent and bright
I miss your glory, I miss your light
Ryan White, symbol of contradiction
Child of Irony, o child of fiction?
I think of your shattered life
Of your struggle, of your strife
While ladies dance in the moonlit night
Champage parties on charted cruises
I see your wasted form, your ghostly sight
I feel your festering wounds, your battered bruises
Ryan White, symbol of agony and pain
Of ignorant fear gone insane
In a hysterical society
With free-floating anxiety
And feigned piety
I miss you, Ryan White
te showed us how to stand and fight
In the rain te were the cloudburst joy
The sparkle of hope in every girl and boy
In the depths of your anguished sorrow
Was the dream of another tomorrow
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o child of innocence, messenger of love
Where are te now, where have te gone?
Ryan White, I miss your sunny days
We carelessly frolicked in extended plays
I miss you, Ryan White
I miss your smile, innocent and bright
I miss your glory, I miss your light
Ryan White, symbol of contradiction
Child of Irony, o child of fiction?
I think of your shattered life
Of your struggle, of your strife
While ladies dance in the moonlit night
Champage parties on charted cruises
I see your wasted form, your ghostly sight
I feel your festering wounds, your battered bruises
Ryan White, symbol of agony and pain
Of ignorant fear gone insane
In a hysterical society
With free-floating anxiety
And feigned piety
I miss you, Ryan White
te showed us how to stand and fight
In the rain te were the cloudburst joy
The sparkle of hope in every girl and boy
In the depths of your anguished sorrow
Was the dream of another tomorrow
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Michael Jackson fan are scrambling to stop the Discovery Channel from broadcasting a gruesome reenactment of MJ's autopsy ... calling the whole thing an "affront to human dignity."
TMZ has learned ... fan have already collected nearly 1,500 signatures -- all demanding the network pull the plug on a special entitled "Michael Jackson's Autopsy" ... in which MJ's bloody autopsy is expected to be reenacted in gory detail.
The fan behind the petition call the documentary "an affront to human dignity" -- adding, "This type of sensational and unscrupulous reporting can only cause harm."
The petition states, “We ask the directors of the Discovery Channel programming to proceed with the outright cancellation of this indecent documentary.”
The doc is scheduled to air January 13th in the UK.
TMZ has learned ... fan have already collected nearly 1,500 signatures -- all demanding the network pull the plug on a special entitled "Michael Jackson's Autopsy" ... in which MJ's bloody autopsy is expected to be reenacted in gory detail.
The fan behind the petition call the documentary "an affront to human dignity" -- adding, "This type of sensational and unscrupulous reporting can only cause harm."
The petition states, “We ask the directors of the Discovery Channel programming to proceed with the outright cancellation of this indecent documentary.”
The doc is scheduled to air January 13th in the UK.
A poem I dedicated to Michael .
I woke up one day, I found at te were gone
and now I'm sitting here listening to
this sad song.
When I look at the sky at night, I wonder
If I could see te one giorno in heaven, I can
Feel your presence seven days a week, you’re
In my dreams, they seem to be real until I wake up
And my cuore is hurting
Wherever te are, I feel te close no matter
How far o how near
Why did te go? One giorno I will know,
te never detto goodbye,
There must be a reason why, that’s why I cry
I woke up one day, I found at te were gone
and now I'm sitting here listening to
this sad song.
When I look at the sky at night, I wonder
If I could see te one giorno in heaven, I can
Feel your presence seven days a week, you’re
In my dreams, they seem to be real until I wake up
And my cuore is hurting
Wherever te are, I feel te close no matter
How far o how near
Why did te go? One giorno I will know,
te never detto goodbye,
There must be a reason why, that’s why I cry
